The Pervert And The Virgin – Part Thirty

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Poured into bed I might have been but I was up and waiting for Elaine the next morning. We picked the others up and kept on going to the hotel for breakfast. Everybody was pleasantly surprised we made it earlier than expected. Lindsey was an official photographer for the opening of the orphanage and bravely chose to travel with us guys. She turned down Tracy's offer of a bottle of medicine to help her cope. My housekeeper warned us to behave with a lady present. Dylan promised to make certain the newlyweds stayed clothed.

“Tell me Patricia did the place look this good when they hauled you off Thursday evening?” I asked as we stood admiring the orphanage.

“Yes, this is how we left it. Why?” Patricia replied.

“Then you have this coming to you.” I said tucking her under my arm and giving her a light spanking.

“Looking at it now I realize how silly I was being.” Patricia surprised us by saying when I set her on her feet. “I deserved a much firmer spanking. Boys the old geezer needs more practice.”

“We'll see he gets it.” Dylan promised with a grin.

We'd arrived a little early but nobody wanted to go inside. Fifteen minutes later the two buses pulled into the parking lot. Suddenly there was a mob of sixty kids milling around.

“Listen up!” I said loudly without the desired response. “Stop moving and shut up!”

The added channeling did the trick as my order snapped out. Even members of the gang looked startled. The press photographers and city bigwigs turned to stare.

“I want four rows of fifteen children formed up in three minutes from when I stop blabbering.” I said with a slight smile. “Stand next to your friends or siblings and if you don't know anybody yet then arrange yourselves with the tallest at the back and shortest in the front. That loving couple of gay monks will give you a hand to get into formation. Brothers Leif and Petersen give them a hand.

Right now these four wonderful people here are the kindest, generous, bighearted people in the world and they've agreed to give you a wonderful home. From left to right their names are Richard, Penelope, Patricia and Lawrence. They will be waiting by the door to greet you when you go in. These four people might let you run all over them but I won't let you treat my friends in such a way. That lovely lady over there who is pretty enough to make me think of having my own children is Juliet. Trust me when I say she delivers a very solid spanking. I know because she gave me one yesterday. Like me she will be unhappy if you are rude, mean or disrespectful to any adults while you are staying here. Especially to these four loving souls. They will explain the house rules to you later this afternoon.

Speak to them when something is bothering you. You'll be amazed at the things they can do. When I'm not busy pulling any of you naughty scallywags back into line I am here to listen and help in whatever way I can. These two boys are my adopted sons if you prefer to talk with somebody closer to your own age and not a fossil like me. Morgan over there is my son's betrothed-in-training. This brave lad with the funny accent is my Beloved. They are sensible lads most of the time except when poisoning me with my herbal medicines. Lots of people enjoy poisoning me with herbs for some reason. Terrible tasting stuff but it is very good for me. I'd never admit it where they could hear though.

There's a lot more for you to know but now we have some very important people who need to make a flowery speech for the newspaper. Something to do with being re-elected and such. They gave you a home and helped my friends so they have my vote.”

Morgan's dad smiled at me and thanked me for explaining what he was up to so nicely for the press. I told him he owed me a six-pack of beer for my services. Thankfully he kept his speech short. When he finished Petersen told the children they would be checked-in and shown to their rooms. Siblings would have rooms next to each other with a connecting doorway. There were a lot of volunteers and a group of strange monks and nuns to help them get settled. Some of the volunteers would unload their luggage and bring it to their rooms. When I added the house rules would be explained after lunch because I'm starving the kids laughed. Juliet kept them laughing by saying she'd be happy to spank me again.

I took the three scurvy knaves and my Beloved up to the rooms so we could help get the kids settled. The boys would just keep an eye out for any kid sitting on their own or who looked like they could do with some cheering up. I took Tim through to the canteen where our caterers were getting things ready. Leif came through and asked me to help the kids with their meals. The gang was drifting around like us to help the kids get settled. They were mostly helping them by providing hugs or just chatting to them. I told Tim something was up because Leif could barely stop himself laughing when he looked at me.

“Try everything.” I said as we handed plates and trays to each kid. “Trust me this is not like any food you've had before. The guy who cooked this food is head chef at three expensive restaurants.”

Petersen had sensibly mixed the greens in with the meat sauces for the pasta. Dylan came over to relieve me so I could check on the kids who had started eating. One young kid was trying in vain to separate some meat from spinach. I sat next to him and asked if I could check to see it tasted good. Making certain I got a large spinach leaf on my fork I ate a bite.

“Delicious. Honest.” I said. “They never made food like this where you lived before. Sometimes getting past the greens isn't easy. I could ask one of my sons to share a trick they use or I can teach you a little trick to help. What would you like?”

“I'll try your trick first.” the kid said. “What is it?”

“I'd like you to repeat these words until you feel it is the right time to eat. Then just eat.” I said and then I noticed Clifton and Hans entering the canteen. Clifton quickly made his way over. “Clifton take my place. Don't move. Say hi to..”

“John. Hi Clifton.” John said offering his hand.

“Clifton will teach you the words.” I said. “He has a special skill when it comes to these things. Clifton please teach him the mantra you learned last night. I'll be right back.”

Slipping into the kitchen I quickly got the servers to put some of the spinach and meat pasta sauce on a plate with some spaghetti. Then I returned and set the food in front of Clifton. I explained John was finding it hard to get past the spinach. Yes of course you can teach him the healing mantra I said. Teach both to as many kids who ask but only if they ask. Clifton promised he would wait until they asked. John has already asked me so it's okay to share it with him I explained.

Other kids had listened closely to my conversation with John and were also keen to get past their memories of bland, nasty spinach. I called Daizan and Mu over and explained my strategy. They shared the mantras with the kids who asked. Some kids were convinced by others who were wolfing down their portions. One of the kids was eating a second helping while saying how much he hated spinach. Patricia came over to thank us for helping convince the kids. Adam and Morgan were sharing horror stories of how much greens I fed them. Whenever I passed either of them I'd lift them off the ground and dust their butts for scaring the kids. When Adam or Morgan laughed while I spanked them the kids would laugh as well. Suddenly the room got very quiet.

“Uh oh.” I said as I turned around and found my cheerleader nemesis standing behind me. “Didn't I tell you Leif was plotting, Tim? Tim why don't you come over here and meet my friend.”

“Which one?” Tim asked. “There are another six in line. Sorry, my Love, you are on your own.”

“We have already thanked the four generous souls you pointed out to the kids.” she said. “Now it is your turn.”

Everybody was in the canteen to witness me being thanked. Traitorous Tracy told me she had some medicine handy but I would only get some if I behaved. Most of the kids were wide-eyed when the seventh cheerleader finally released me from her kiss. Tracy handed me her bottle of honey vodka. I took a long pull of the wonderful nectar. When Tim slipped over I told him I couldn't fault him for staying safely on the sidelines. I kissed him to show I harbored no hard feelings.

“Thank you, my Love.” Tim said quietly. “That kiss means a lot.”

“Good. Every kiss should be a meaningful one.” I said. “Can we eat now?”

The others had started to line up for their food. None of the Order members would go ahead of me. I kept a hold on Tim's hand all the way to our table. When my plate was empty Tracy leaned over from behind me to switch out my plate for one with food on it. The kids laughed when I accepted a fifth plate from her. Tracy told them this was why they had made certain the kids got their food ahead of me.

“What's the delay with dessert?” I asked as I scraped the last bit of food off my plate. “I hope my waiter isn't expecting a tip for this sort of service. What do you kids think? Shocking isn't it? Smacking the back of my head isn't going to help you get a bigger tip, Tracy.”

Tracy told me to stay seated and she'd bring me some dessert if I was good. Being a good kisser didn't count she told me. Tim told me it counted for a lot with him. I stuck my tongue out at Tracy's back. This time Tracy made certain the volunteers and Order members had their dessert before bringing a tray of desserts to me. I earned another smack to the head for asking where the rest was.

“There's only three bowls.” I said to Tim. “One minute they're scolding me because I'm too thin and the next they are leaving me undernourished. Dylan I think you're right. There just isn't room on the table for two trays. Thanks, Son. I feel better now.”

Alas Dylan was wrong and I only got three bowls of dessert. Penelope announced there would be medical examinations for all the kids in their rooms after lunch. She introduced Lao and Dr. Phyllis. Lao explained they would see the garden where the herbs for each of them would be harvested later this afternoon. He told them he would be available to answer questions along with our medical monks and nuns. Dr. Phyllis apologized in advance but she would need to take a little blood from everybody when they had their examination in their rooms. This made a lot of the kids apprehensive even though Lao explained it was to help them stay healthy and make certain they weren't lacking any vital nutrients or minerals.

“Why don't we start with Rohan?” Dr. Phyllis suggested. “Yes, Rohan, you are due for another set of blood work. We'll go through to the recreation room because you don't have a room here. Anybody who wants to see what we mean by an examination is welcome to come and watch.”

Tim gleefully pointed out the cheerleaders were the first to start moving. Dylan and the boys laughed with him. Two of the cheerleaders even came over to escort me. The four fucketeers were more than happy to pay any price for this pleasure they assured me. Tracy commented on my calmness and told the boys I was planning something again.

“No, Tracy, he isn't.” Adam disagreed. “Dad is going along with this because he knows it will help the kids.”

“Really?” Clifton asked stepping up next to me. “Dr. Phyllis took some blood from me when I was hurt. The needle looked big but it didn't hurt much. Will it hep if she gave me an examination as well?”

“We can ask.” I said. “You don't have to but I think if you show them how brave you are others might find it easier. I think if you chant the healing mantra softly it would help.”

“Okay if Dr. Phyllis thinks it will help I will do it.” Clifton said taking hold of my hand.

The nuns and some of the monks whistled when I stripped. The cheerleaders waved their pom poms. There were gasps when the people noticed my bruised butt but nobody said anything so I ignored their reaction. Sitting in the chair without wincing helped them relax. Dr. Phyllis went through testing my reflexes just as she would with any of the kids. She took my blood pressure, checked my throat and listened to my heartbeat. Then she drew three vials of blood from me.

Dr. Phyllis told Clifton it would help if he allowed her to examine him but it was entirely his choice. Clifton calmly stripped and sat on the chair. He recited the mantra just loud enough for the others to hear when Dr. Phyllis drew blood. The cheerleaders came over to kiss his cheek when Dr. Phyllis finished the examination. Clifton grinned when a few of the nuns kissed him as well. They asked if he'd lead them in some chanting before he left. Clifton promised and asked me to remind him. I promised I would.

A few of the kids asked me if what I had done to earn such a spanking. I told them I was showing my life-partner how much of a beating I could take and it was also a thank you from my son. Adam told them he really had meant it as a thank you for a very special surprise. Sometimes it hurts a little I confessed. Yes I had cried like a baby I told them. Juliet stepped up and added I hadn't once moved out of position during the entire spanking which had lasted almost an hour. The mantra helped a lot I told them and suggested they speak to Clifton because he was really good with mantras. Stay here at this orphanage and you will learn lots of things other kids aren't usually taught I promised.

One of the cheerleaders approached me quietly and asked if I'd meet with her to discuss the dynamics of spanking. I told her I'd gladly meet with her but suggested she chat with Juliet and J first. I introduced her to Juliet. I smiled as I heard a few kids hesitantly chanting the mantra during their examinations. John had got them started when he found it very effective in getting through lunch. After his examination we bumped into each other in the corridor. He told me it was the best spinach he had ever eaten. I ruffled his hair and asked where he was off to next. John really wanted to go look at the plants in the building.

“We're off to find Sanne.” I said when we bumped into Tim. “John here is a keen gardener. I'm thinking of getting him in on my team for the garden wager.”

“That wouldn't be fair. There's only one of him.” Tim said. “I think the kids should learn from both of you and offer suggestions. We'll see what Sanne thinks of the idea.”

“You can use the business as a model for the economic and accounting class.” Dylan said. “How was the medical, John?”

The boys chatted as they led the way. I walked with my arm wrapped around Tim. The sound of crying from one of the rooms drew my attention. Motioning Dylan and John to continue I knocked on the door. A tear streaked little girl opened it and looked up at us nervously. I knelt and opened my arms. She slowly stepped into my embrace. The tears started flowing again so I held her close. Looking over her into the room I saw a slightly older girl who was obviously related to her. Lifting the younger sister off the ground I carried her over to the bed. I sat her on my lap as her older sister explained about how sad and lonely her sister was all the time. She was feeling exasperated because their parents gote drunk and abusive which had led them here. She couldn't understand why her sister wasn't glad they were living here.

“Nobody likes to live their life without a mom and a dad.” I explained softly. “I think your sister is scared because there is no adult to look the two of you. Life is very big and scary at times. Tim please go find Adam and Clifton for me. Ask Sister Celeste or Leslie to come here. These are my friends and my son. They know more than me about things.”

“I think you're smart.” the little girl, Sally, said. “You knew why I was crying.”

“These people know even more.” I said. “While we wait would you like to hear a song?”

“Rohan are you singing naughty songs to pretty girls again?” Tracy asked winking at the young ladies. “I'd cry to if you sang to me. Girls he has a terrible voice. I think if his voice had a name it would be called Halloween.”

“Actually I wasn't going to sing a naughty song.” I said with a sniff. “My Lady was going to sing a song for them. Girls it's a little complicated to explain but one day when we have more time I will visit and we can chat more about her. Do you have a favorite song or would you like to learn a new song. My Lady has a very good memory and knows of a song children used to sing a long time ago.”

The girls decided that would be a very good choice. Before I got started Sister Celeste arrived. I asked her to find a nun who was a trained counselor or psychologist. Yes I'll sing the song again when you get back so you don't miss out I promised. Sister Celeste kissed my cheek before rushing off. This caused the little girl in my lap to give me one as well. Tracy laughed when I blushed. Then I sang a song about fields of flowers and herding sheep through valleys. The song had a verse for each season. Tracy agreed with the girls it was a very pretty song. When I sang it for Sister Celeste she recorded it on her phone so she could type the lyrics for the girls. Adam and Clifton were happy to chat with the girls about their experiences.

“You chose Adam because of his healing didn't you?” Tracy asked as we left them.

“Yes and it is a chance for us to see how complete the healing is.” I said. “Clifton needs to talk about it as well. Let's go find Tammy. He may need her.”

Tracy led Tammy back to the room while I wandered around with Tim. A lot of the kids were riding skateboards. Some were giving Richard lessons. We went over to watch with Lawrence. Lindsey smiled at us but kept taking pictures. Richard was being a very good sport. I agreed with Lawrence he kept on because it had the kids laughing so hard. Tim suggested Richard was looking forward to Lawrence kissing his butt better. Lawrence told Tim he'd give me a reason to kiss Tim's butt better later tonight.

“Like I need a reason apart from how cute it is.” I said giving Tim's ass a squeeze. “Lawrence we'll be spending too much time here to hide the fact we are a gay, married couple. Besides if you think most of these kids haven't noticed how loving you and Richard are towards each other you are being willfully blind.”

“He's right.” a guy said pulling up in front of us. “We're cool with it. Most of the kids have been in bad homes where the foster parents were straight. How you treat us and others is what matters most. That's what we will be watching. Did that tall lady really give you that red butt?”

“Yes, it was thank you gift from my son.” I said calmly. “Gay and married is the least of how strange we are.”

“Man that must have hurt a helluva lot.” he said. “My name's Eric.”

“Rohan and this is Tim. Pleased to meet you.” I said. “You know Lawrence and Richard.”

“Yes. Is it true you put up the money for all of this? Thank you so much, Lawrence.” Eric said. “A lot of the kids will take a while to adjust. They will be looking for the catch or wondering when somebody will move them on and away from all of this good stuff.”

“Eric that's good to know.” I said. “Lawrence I think it would be good if the kids knew what you have in mind for them on a long-term basis. Maybe Eric will share with you what concerns the kids are likely to have. Chat with Leslie as well. A clear map of the long-term goals of the orphanage and the study options available to them. Where they will go to school. What the monks and Lao can teach them. The other opportunities to acquire skills could be presented.”

“Security is important and knowing what's expected.” Eric said. “Also let your staff know it is critical with kids like us to do what you say. We have all been in homes where the foster parents said they'd do something and didn't. Treat everybody the same. That's pretty much it. We'll help if you allow us.”

“Careful, Eric.” Tracy said. “This old coot here won't just let you help he'll have you running your own business in a week or two. He's sons have a business here and in Poland. They're only thirteen.”

“There's already a business at the orphanage. I think John will be playing a big part in it.” Tim said. “Lawrence he is a keen gardener and Sanne is chatting with him about all the plants now. Before you know it he'll be in charge of the herb garden. Speaking of help would you like to help me with an assignment the old coot gave me on our honeymoon, Eric? Good. Let's go chat about it somewhere quieter. Yes it will help the children. Excuse me, my Love, I have a recruit to indoctrinate.”

Bram came over and told me he was going to give the grill area a test run for dinner. He thanked me for offering to mix up the spice blends for the meat. Patricia and Elaine came along to make certain I didn't do more than prepare the rubs. When I got back down to the yard I put the word out among the monks we'd be gathering for chanting soon if they had finished with their examinations. Adam and Clifton were tagging along behind the kids as Lao took them through the garden. I lifted Clifton onto my shoulders, draped an arm around Adam and asked him if he was okay. He smiled up at me and gave my butt a squeeze.

A monk found me and let me know they were all gathered just behind the grill area. When Lao had finished fielding questions I let the kids know Clifton was about to lead the chanting and they were welcome to join in or just listen. We'll be doing it right behind the grills and if any of you want to help with the cooking let Bram know I told them. The little girl we'd helped earlier asked if I'd sing something. Adam told her it would be good practice for me. He told me he'd settle up the five kisses for her. Sister Celeste took care of two of them. Lindsey kissed me twice and Sarah insisted on settling the last kiss.

On our way to the grill area Adam sent Tim a text to let him know the chanting was about to begin. A breathless Tim and Eric arrived at a run just as we were getting comfortable. Daizan explained to the kids it took a while to build up the strength to chant for several minutes and they should take a break when they needed one. I held Clifton on my lap as he led the chanting. When he took a break I raised my voice a little to cover for him. Brother Murray nodded when we approached the hour mark and Clifton brought the chant to a close. My Lady continued for a further five minutes with an ancient chant from the Tibetan mysticism that predated Buddhism. I smiled at Daizan as I chanted the ancient mantra.

After that I slipped into some of the Order hymns. We had some choir members present among our group so they joined in the singing. They kept on singing as children got up to help at the grills. Patricia was pleasantly surprised at their willingness to help. Eric explained they were helping because they hadn't been told to do anything or had some adult standing watch over them. I suggested we set up the folding tables and eat down here. Patricia wisely asked the kids where they'd like to eat. She let them know if they decided to eat down here tables would need setting up. Penelope pointed out where the tables were. The kids got themselves sorted into a work force of sorts.

Slipping away from the mayhem I wandered around on my own personal tour. The sound of raised voices from the shadows drew my attention.

“I'd be happy to make both of you hurt some more if you haven't suffered enough.” I said mildly watching two boys as they wrestled.

“He'd also be happy to make you writhe in pleasure if need more good feelings in your life.” Morgan said stepping up from behind me. “You're the expert Rohan what do you think of their wrestling technique?”

“Sloppy. One day we will have to work on it so they don't embarrass the orphanage.” I said draping an arm over Morgan's shoulder. “You guys might have to defend yourself on the street and if you had to do it today a six-year-old street kid would whip your butts. No I'm not going to teach you how to fight now. I'll come back with some friends to help you improve later. All you kids need to grow and heal first. Let me know if you accept those terms and we'll get started.”

“Now?” one of the boys asked still clutching the other guy's shirt. “Okay. What do we do?”

“You talk to each other.” I said calmly. “Morgan go get these two ruffians a little Polish mineral water on the quiet. Tell Tracy it's medicinal.”

While Morgan went off to get the boys a small shot of vodka I explained they needed to share their life-experiences with each other. They were to take as long as they needed and if issues came up that upset them I wanted them to get hold of Sister Celeste or Leslie.

“Rohan are you offering my services again?” Leslie asked sliding an arm around me. “These two look more interested in your special skills than mine. Guys this gay geezer kicks butt with weapons that weight more than most of the kids and adults here. He's fond of the battle-ax and heavy mace. The monk that's in charge of the kitchen is fond of the broadsword. Now what were you up to telling them to look for me?”

Leslie listened closely as I explained what I wanted them to do. I promised they would get to see me spar when Leslie thought they had grown up and healed. Leslie pointed out the boys would need some practice partners soon. While my sons learned the basics these kids could settle in and learn some non-violent communication skills. Leslie made a note to speak to Patricia and Penelope to prioritize communication skills.

“Do you want me to leave you guys alone to chat or would you like me to stay?” Leslie asked them. “Yes it is entirely your choice. I'll be over at the grills if you need me. Rohan thinks you guys are smart enough to chat without help so I would just sit here and offer some insights if you asked.”

“I'd be happy to hang out with you guys.” Morgan said arriving with three glasses. “That way you can wait here while I go fetch Leslie. She's really smart and helpful. Speaking of helpful the gay geezer is a firm believer in Polish mineral water. Use it sparingly and respectfully if you want to keep getting some. You guys are smart enough to keep quiet about this so let go of each other and try it.”

“Mineral water?” one of the said letting go and standing. “Okay I promise to take a small sip first.”

“Me too.” the other said taking his glass.

Morgan led the way. Leslie smiled as their eyes widened and they coughed a little. When they recovered Morgan finished the rest of his shot in one swallow. The other two really coughed and spluttered when they knocked theirs back. I collected the glasses and left the three boys alone. Leslie remarked there was no end to my naughtiness. When I wasn't foisting sweets on Hans it was vodka on youths. There's a time and a place for everything I told her and a little vodka would do a lot less damage than fists. Leslie said it was a novel approach to dealing with kids that had some merit. Tracy had no qualms about dispensing vodka to stop fights. Patricia told Penelope to pretend she hadn't heard that comment. She assured her we'd be discrete in dispensing our medicine. Penelope agreed Dylan, Adam and Morgan were extremely well-behaved and polite despite being left to their own devices when it came to alcohol.

I slipped upstairs to help prepare desserts. When the caterers told me we'd made enough I explained these desserts were an experiment. One of them volunteered to find Hans and Clifton for me. A short while later we returned to the yard pushing a cart loaded with cobblers and ice-cream. I slipped around the back out of sight but the mass exodus of children gave the game away. Patricia took one look at the mob around me and the cart and burst out laughing.

“Hush.” I said. “You'll get me into trouble with Penelope and Sanne.”

“Don't worry I'll keep them distracted.” Patricia said linking her arm through Sanne and Penelope's arms. “Penelope this is why Tracy keeps Polish mineral water close at hand.”

“Penelope you will learn not to fight it.” Sanne said. “All you can do is give thanks that the tallest kid over there doesn't spend every day here.”

“Phew that was close.” I was telling the kids as the adults left. “I nearly earned myself another spanking. Nobody here will say a word about testing the cobblers will they?”

“I don't think we need to.” a cheerleader said accepting a bowl.

Lawrence got some photographic evidence of my crime. I was too busy enjoying my cobbler to worry. There were a couple of kids sitting in my lap. All was right in the world. Morgan brought over his two new friends to join in the impromptu party. Dylan laughed when he saw what I was up to. Penelope had seen the funny side after three doses of medicine Adam told me. Sensible lady I remarked. Now that everybody has approved dessert let's get the cart back upstairs so we don't get into trouble I told them. When one of the younger kids pointed out I'd already been busted I told her if she asked Patricia she'd learn I'd gotten away with it. I got rid of the cart while she tested this statement.

Patricia had calmly led the little girl back to the scene of the crime er party and remarked that everything seemed just fine. Then she waited with the little girl for me to return and swatted my butt firmly.

“Ouch! Did you enjoy that stuff we didn't have?” I whispered to the little girl. “Good. Then Patricia is just giving me a friendly swat. There's no reason to spank me for being naughty. Now what do you say we go play a little Frisbee? I think there's a lot of them somewhere.”

“Yes there are.” Patricia said. “I'll show you.”

There was a row of large glass windows on one side of the warehouse. They let in enough light to make it possible to have a large area of lawn. That's where I decided we'd play Frisbee. Things started out pretty good. Then the monks and nuns decided to remind me I'd been neglecting them. Brother Murray shoulder charged me and intercepted the Frisbee. I tucked into a roll and came up with a huge smile on my face.

“Looks like the kids are letting Pops know he has been away too long.” Tracy said from the sideline.

Then she calmly started herding the children to their own patch of lawn. Eric and John helped her get the kids to safety as the Order members sorted themselves into squads. The rules were well-known between us but Brother Murray had to explain them to the boys. He warned the boys nobody would go easy on them because of their age or size. Dylan let him know they wouldn't have it any other way.

There was no scoring. You simply tried to keep possession of the Frisbee with your team for as long as you could. When you felt you had got enough of a workout you stepped aside for another squad. Only throws, slams and grappling was allowed. No strikes or weapons allowed. The boys split up among the squads. Tim decided not to risk his life and limbs. He told Tracy he felt even better about his decision when he saw me plant a foot squarely on a monk's chest and launch myself up to snag the Frisbee. When I came down I bent my knees and rolled under an attack from another monk. I tossed the Frisbee to another team member just before somebody dragged me to the ground with in an arm lock. When we hit the ground I wrapped my legs around the nun's neck causing her to release my arm or pass out.

“That's nasty Rohan!” Leif shouted when I pulled the nun to her feet and then thrust her between me and an attacking monk. The two of them went down in a heap while I stepped aside to body-slam a monk.

“Nasty but fun!” I called back just before I got pulled over backward.

Rolling on to my shoulders I brought my legs up to hook beneath my assailant's arms and dragged him forward. The monk tucked into a roll and came up on to his feet just in time for one of my squad to shoulder slam.

“Here Dylan!” I shouted as I saw the Frisbee approaching me but too high for me to grab.

Dylan didn't hesitate or slow down as he ran towards me. I braced myself with my cupped hands held in front of me. When Dylan's foot struck my palms I jerked upward sending him straight up to catch the Frisbee. Then I threw a monk into the others who were waiting for Dylan to land. This distracted them long enough for him to land safely. I distracted him with a kiss and snatched the Frisbee from him. Before he could do more than squawk I threw it towards the next squad of monks taking the field.

“How many guys does Rohan have on his team?” Tim asked Leif.

“None. The GM cannot have a team or else everybody would want the honor.” Leif explained. “This way he affirms he is there for him all. Naturally they are going harder at him than anybody else. He's the top dog and causing him to leave the game injured is the main goal. Rohan can go just as hard at them but being Rohan he won't.”

I laughed with delight when I came up out of a roll to see a bottle of honey vodka heading straight for my head. Snatching it out the air I tucked into another roll and got in a swig before tossing it back to Tracy. Then a burly monk slammed into me from the side. I spun backwards and down so he passed above me. When I came to my feet I scooped Morgan up and tossed him at two approaching monks. They hit the ground with Morgan lying across them. Before they could get a hold of him I rolled him off them and went to find the Frisbee. Morgan lay on the ground trying to get his breath back.

When Adam launched himself at my back he forgot the sunlight was behind him so his shadow gave him away. Pivoting to the side I placed my hand squarely on his back and gave him a shove as he flew past me. Adam had the sense to twist sideways before he struck the startled monk who was rushing me from the front. I was laughing so much Brother Murray nearly got me in a submission leg hold. He got a grip on one of my legs but I managed to shove him off with my free leg. Brother Murray rolled over backward and came charging straight back at me. I dropped to my knee and threw him forward by hooking my arm through his armpit.

Dropping to the ground I caused another attacker to trip over me. Before I could find the Frisbee the dinner gong sounded. The games stopped right away. Sister Celeste was standing over Brother Murray pouring vodka into him. I took the bottle from her and helped myself to a good swallow as I pulled him to his feet. Brother Murray had done well to spend so much time on the field. Sister Celeste let me know he had worked really hard getting into shape. We followed behind the boys who were excitedly chatting about their experiences. Dylan told them he had been really scared when he caught the Frisbee and saw how high up I'd tossed him. Brother Murray just smiled at me. The other two weren't thrilled about me using them as bowling balls.

“I thought you liked it when I bowled you over.” I said lifting the three of them off the ground. “You guys didn't do too badly on your own. Morgan held up extremely well under that nun. I'd swear her grappling looked more like groping.”

“There might have been a little church politics involved.” Morgan said calmly. “Any chance of setting us down soon? We're at the tables.”

Petersen let the boys know they had done well. Lao suggested I learn from them so I wouldn't embarrass him. Lao hoped that one day I would get over my tendency to spend so much time lying down beneath people. That was a lawn not a bed he pointed out. Tim promised Lao he'd teach me how to recognize the difference between a lawn and a bed. Lao thanked him and gave the boys a few tips on surviving a mêlée without spending so much time lying down. Tracy warned the boys that after their showing they might find orphanage politics quite similar to church politics. I'd been too busy to notice but the kids had all stopped to watch us at play.

“One minute you are all solemnly chanting and praying and the next you are trying to knock the stuffing out of each other.” Penelope said. “I've seen less force used by college football players sacking a quarterback.”

“Makes you wonder why he broke up our wrestling match.” somebody said from behind me.

“He broke it up because you never invited him to join in.” Morgan said. “Rohan this is George and his wrestling partner Kevin.”

“We'll be sure to invite you the next time.” Kevin said. “When there's at least another ten people on our side.”

“Good idea.” Sister Celeste said. “Be careful he doesn't get it started before you are ready.”

“He won't start a wrestling match.” George said. “Rohan talked us into stopping.”

“Now you are friends it's entirely different.” Brother Murray said. “I'll explain in a bit when we have some food. Are you joining us Sister Celeste?”

“After your magnificent showing I wouldn't eat with anybody else, Brother Murray.” Sister Celeste said kissing his cheek. “Yes Kevin we like kissing each other and anybody foolish enough to stand still near us for longer than five seconds.”

“Rohan only waits three seconds but he's way oversexed.” Brother Murray warned them.

Kevin and George laughed but followed the prompting to get some food on their plates. Adam let them know they could only hold me off for so long. Tracy added they meant holding me off from the food and them. I'll never get in a surprise snack attack with you around I protested. The surprise is when you keep it to a snack Adam teased. A snack is a meal that you finish in a few minutes not hours Morgan kindly explained. Tim offered to help me practice snacking while he showed me the difference between a bed and a lawn. They other three fucketeers offered to help me practice snacking.

“That's a little more than a snack, Dad.” Dylan said when he saw the mound of food on my plate. “What I have on my plate is more than a snack.”

“Except in comparison to Dad's plate.” Adam said. “Well if you hadn't put so much effort into turning us into flying objects you wouldn't have worked up such a big appetite.”

“Tracy put me on a diet at lunch so I dished up my dinner.” I said. “Can you believe she only let me have three bowls of dessert?”

“That's not a diet that's a fast.” Penelope said with a smile at Tracy. I kissed Penelope on the cheek.

Tammy told Clifton and Hans they were smart to sit on the opposite side of the table or they'd end up as part of my dinner. I was too busy eating to respond. When Dylan got up to get himself seconds I asked him to bring me back a snack. Dylan laughed and kissed the top of my head.

“Is everybody ready for dessert?” Patricia asked a few minutes later.

“Yes!” I said waving a sausage in emphasis. “What's having food on my plate got to do with it? When courses overlap you never have to worry about going hungry. That's just common sense. Besides the dessert is kid approved. No need to thank me for going to all the trouble of having it tested.”

“These kids have only spent an afternoon with you and they know you are always ready for dessert.” Penelope said with a smile. “I think Tim deserves a medal for marrying you. He could wake up one day to find you gnawing on him.”

“A little gnawing isn't too bad.” Tim said with a smile causing her to blush.

Some of the older kids laughed. All of them laughed when a caterer placed an entire cobbler in front of me.

“Will that be enough?” she asked.

“You forgot the ice-cream.” I pointed out. “That's better. Thank you. That will do while you take care of the others. What are you doing giving these hooligans empty bowls? There's still only one cobbler in sight. Help kids! I'm being mugged! A teaspoon is a perfectly good-sized spoon to dish up dessert Dylan. A good dad makes certain his kids don't get too fat.”

“What sort of spoon do you use to dish up yours, Dad?” Adam asked with a smile.

“He doesn't use a spoon.” Morgan says. “He eats whatever is left.”

“That's so you're not tempted to over eat.” I explained. “Then I do extra workouts to stay slim and trim. Thanks to me you guys don't have to work out with Catherine.”

“You love your sessions with Catherine.” Tim said kissing my cheek.

“They're wonderful, stimulating and challenging but saying so would work against my current argument so I won't admit it.” I said. “Tim when the truth is known there is no reason to say it. Well if it isn't known by everybody present so much the better. My suffering through workouts sounds more impressive.”

“That is the most honest display of dishonesty I have every heard.” Penelope said.

“Leslie will have to add this to the list of skills she is teaching him.” Dylan said. “Penelope he has a few things to learn about sneaking behind people's backs as well.”

“He also whispers his plans to spoil me where Mama can hear.” Hans added.

“I'll bet that ruins a lot of his plans.” Patricia said with a smile.

“Would you believe all of them?” Marikie asked.

Petersen leaned over to place a smaller cobbler and a bowl of ice-cream in front of me. I kissed his cheek before he got out of reach. The kids laughed at the ice-cream stain on his cheek. I gave Dylan my plate to wash and spooned the ice-cream over the cobbler. When Patricia asked the kids what game they'd like to play before bedtime Dylan shouted out “Spanking balls”. After that comment no other game stood a chance. I sat on the sidelines watching the boys set it up and explain the rules of croquet. Tim remarked it was lovely to see such a fine British game being appreciated in the colony.

When the games ended some of the monks set up camp beds on the lawn. They would stay here to help any children who had trouble adjusting to their new home. Lawrence and Richard had their own suite. Dylan, Adam and Morgan stepped up to kiss Richard and Lawrence goodnight. When the other kids saw this most of them kissed them goodnight as well. I sat down midway between all the rooms to sing the kids a lullaby. When I finished singing Patricia and Penelope would close the doors from one end of the passageway and Tracy and Abby would close them from the other end. Tim sat in my lap with Hans and Clifton in his lap while I sang goodnight.

Back at the cars Lawrence told us he would stay a few days to help the kids get settled and in a routine. Penelope judged the first afternoon and night had gone really well. All the extra counselors, doctors and an adult willing to strip for a medical in front of everybody had helped a lot she said. Don't forget Clifton's bravery I added. Tammy told him she was very proud of him for being so brave. Tammy would be back tomorrow to make certain the office routine was working properly. Clifton was coming back to chant with the Order members. Lawrence promised to give us a call if they needed anything. I was planning a quiet day at the apartment.

Morgan's folks had invited Sanne and her family spend the night with them. I invited them all to join us for brunch. Ivan promised to invite Sarah to join us. Monday will be soon enough to discuss the wagers with our friends in Poland Leslie said. I would be getting up early enough to prepare brunch and an ungodly amount of sweet treats for everybody without a call to Poland my housekeeper added.

“You've done it again haven't you?” I asked my housekeeper when we got to the apartment and I learned it would just be the newlyweds spending the night in the apartment.

“Made up the bed with wonderful new bed linens and cleaned until the apartment gleams?” Tracy asked. “Yes, we have done it again. That's what housekeepers do.”

“One day the five of us are going to give the two of you a very big thank you.” Tim promised. “We might need some time to come up with something extra special but it will happen. For now I will give you a thank you kiss. Come on, my Love. Unlike you I need my beauty sleep and we still have your medicine to prepare. Yes a smoothie and tea. Lao told me which ones and gave me some herbs while we were at the orphanage.”

“Thank you Tim for looking after him.” my housekeeper said. “Goodnight, Rohan.”

“Goodnight and thank you. All of you.” I said wrapping an arm around Tim.

We waited until they were out of sight before we picked up our bags and headed indoors. While Tim brewed my tea I unpacked and sorted our dirty laundry in the laundry room. I set up the first load so all I would have to do is switch it on at a decent hour tomorrow.

“Oops, I missed some dirty laundry.” I said entering the kitchen. “Raise your arms, Sweetheart. Those clothes will help make up a load.”

Tim let me strip him and returned the favor while we waited for the kettle to boil. I drank my smoothie while he undressed me. Then scooping up all our clothes I headed back to the laundry room. Tim told me to go straight to the bedroom afterward. Yes he'd remember the brandy and soda he promised. I gave Patricia a call just to see how she was doing. When Tim slipped under the covers I placed us on speaker phone. She told us everything was fine and all the kids were sleeping soundly. Living her dream was proving way too exciting for her to get any sleep. When I finished my tea my Lady sang her a couple of lullabies. I smiled when I looked down and saw Tim had dropped off. Patricia laughed lightly when I told her and said that was the most adorable thing ever.

My desire for the sweet boy was too strong for me to let him sleep for very long. I began making love to him as if he were awake. The gentle kisses, soft touches and suckling at his breast soon woke him. Tim came fully awake when I sucked hard on his cock. His body arched up off the bed for a moment before he collapsed back into the mattress. Reaching down he let his fingers toy with my hair. I continued to set the pace from beneath the covers. All too soon my desire for him overwhelmed my restraint. I kissed my way back up his body and when my head appeared from beneath the covers Tim didn't waste a moment. We French kissed for a short while. I entered him while we were kissing. How I loved muffling my lover's moans of pleasure.

“I love you.” Tim said over and over as I fucked him gently.

“I love you to my sweet British imp.” I said. “Oh, how I love you.”

“Good. I like being loved.” Tim said with a sigh as he squirmed gently beneath me. “Especially this way. Thank you, Scoundrel. Oh gods yes! Right there!”

I took my time getting off. Resting my weight on my forearms I took time to kiss him all over his face. I paused between kisses to look deeply into his eyes. We smiled at each other. Our fingers traced over our lover's face. On and on the love-making continued. My pace remained the same as my orgasm approached. I breathed deeply and locked my gaze with him as I pumped my cum inside him. Lifting off him a little I stroked him so he could cum with me. The pulsing, hot cock felt so good in my hand.

Dropping back on my haunches I let the bedding drop off me. Tim lay cum splattered beneath me. I smiled at him. Then I lowered my head to lick him clean. Tim tried to get out of a shower by rolling on his side when I finished cleaning him. When I whispered “cold water” in his ear he slipped out of bed and made it to the shower ahead of me. We laughed together when I stepped into the shower. Tim agreed he was the cutest Brit ever. He also agreed I was so very lucky to have in my life. Then Tim proclaimed me the most adorable American. Forty years from now he'd still be amazed at his good fortune to have me in his life Tim predicted. Another brandy and soda would be nice before going to sleep Tim agreed. He promised to warm up the bed for me while I made them.

We overslept and compensated with a swift sixty-nine. I didn't want to do a breakfast casserole again so I made some frittata to go with the waffles and breakfast sausage. Tim made green smoothie mix by the gallon and filled several pitchers with it. Somehow he found the time to make me my medicinal smoothie and tea amongst it all. Tim agreed that we must bake some biscuits for Hans. He warned me he'd deny conspiring with me when Sanne was here. Of course I agreed.

Tracy gave Tim a kiss when he told her I was drinking an Irish coffee after my tea and smoothie. Sanne let Hans join the boys in a single biscuit with maple syrup before breakfast. My housekeeper thanked me for unpacking and sorting our clothing. Tracy told me it was nice of me not to get it started so she had something to do. The boys decided Tim didn't hold back on dispensing medicine when they saw all the green smoothie mix in the fridge.

“I think he forgot he wasn't making it for the entire orphanage and volunteers.” Morgan said. “I don't know whether I'm impressed or afraid.”

“We just used what you guys bought.” Tim said. “I'll take my thank you kisses now. Lovely boys.”

“Patricia is on the phone and asking if your Lady will sing for the kids?” Leslie asked stepping into the kitchen. “Lawrence has it connected to the speakers. Clifton is about to start the chanting but he would also like to hear her sing.”

My Lady wasn't going to refuse a request from the kids so I sang into the phone. Patricia told Leslie it had sounded amazing over the speakers. Tim suggested we spend a few hours in a recording studio. I agreed if the CD's were just for the orphanage and special circumstances. Tim told me he could make copies if we had the master set. Sarah pointed out the CD's would be helpful when we went on our trip. My Lady suggested making a recording of Clifton leading the Order choir. Leslie spoke to Tammy who agreed if we could get it done tomorrow. The three scurvy knaves headed off to track down a recording studio for us. Ten minutes later Dylan poked his head in the door and asked how many hours I'd like. Fourteen hours for my Lady and one for Clifton so five hours a day for the next three days. When Dylan explained what we were doing the guy said he could hang around the studio and do an hour with Clifton today so he wouldn't miss school. Yes we will be there at three I promised. Tracy was already on the phone with Tammy who handed the phone to Petersen. She had it all arranged before we sat down for brunch.

Tim had to call William who was a keen sound specialist and would be very helpful making copies. He complimented Dylan on his choice of sound studio. After brunch I baked us some cakes as a thank you for the choir I told Sanne. Hans is doing quality control with that little cake. Well it might be as big as his head but he has a very small head. There's absolutely nothing bigheaded about Hans I declared. Tea with his cake but definitely not hot chocolate with chocolate cake Sanne told me. Hans gave me a chocolate kiss before he washed his face. Tim was about to lick my face clean when my housekeeper intervened because we only had an hour to get there.

Meat and vegetable sauces for the lasagna were in the slow cookers. I'd shredded cheese so when we got back it wouldn't take long to assemble the lasagnas. Tim thanked Dylan for arranging this hour today because it would prove invaluable as a trial run. I think he was more excited than Clifton. Eddie greeted us sporting dreadlocks three feet long and was wearing a Bob Marley T-shirt. The joints okay I assured him when he saw Clifton and made to put it out. I agreed it wasn't usual for somebody so young to lead a choir. Eddie had no problem with William observing.

The boys loved all the “be natural” and “go easy” and “no problem at all, Mon” that rolled out of Eddie as naturally as his breath. We laughed really hard when Eddie double-checked his joint the moment Clifton started chanting with the choir. He told Dylan he'd save the rest for later because he didn't need it now. After thirty minutes I joined them. My Lady sang in support of them for a while before joining Clifton in the two verses of the chant she had shared Friday night.

“Are you done, Eddie?” I asked at my Lady's prompting.

“Yeah, Mon, that's beautiful.” Eddie said.

“Sit down, Eddie.” I said. “Really, Mon. You must sit and when I nod hit the record button. This is a thank you song for you.”

“Sure. It's cool.” Eddie said sitting.

My Lady sang a song the Jamaican ladies sang while working in the fields. She sang a solo and helped me channel a choir for the chorus. I could feel the love for the music these ladies put into every note. Eddie felt it to because he was crying.

“Much love, Eddie.” my Lady said after a pause when the song ended.

Tracy's medicine helped Eddie recover. He shared with us his grandmother who had raised him sang that song to him in the morning while she made him breakfast. Eddie's folks had died in a car crash and she had raised him. His grandmother had passed away ten years ago but had encouraged him to come to America. Leslie insisted we pay for the studio time but she did allow Eddie to give us a fifteen percent discount because it was for an orphanage. Tammy hugged Eddie in thanks because Clifton could go to school with Hans tomorrow. The two boys had become inseparable.

“I should thank you.” Eddie said. “That was heavenly. The young man can chant like an angel. I can't wait to play my gift song for my friends tonight. We'll be stoned and everybody will swear we are in Jamaica. Beautiful. So beautiful.”

“You'll have to kneel if you want us to kiss you.” Dylan said and gave Eddie the first kiss. “The old geezer who channeled the song won't mind if you hug and kiss him when we're done with you.”

Eddie didn't hesitate. I agreed he could play the chanting music for his friends as well to get their opinion. Everybody else hugged and kissed Eddie. Tracy promised I'd be back tomorrow at eleven. My Lady had faith I could manage a four-hour session followed by two five-hour sessions. William had a copy of the chanting and Eddie's song. He emailed both to Lawrence. Eddie had been happy for us to share the song with as many people as we wanted. I warned him the session tomorrow would go straight through lunchtime. Eddie told me that wouldn't be a problem.

We spent a lovely evening playing board games after dinner. Once again we were left to our own devices but I was still feeling tired so we went to sleep shortly after the others left. Tim fucked me in the shower so when we got into bed it was lights out the moment we finished our brandy and soda. The boys arrived early the next morning and pinned us face-down on the bed. They fucked us repeatedly until no amount of coaxing could get them up again. Only then were we allowed up for a shower.

“Greasy spoon breakfast.” I said striding into the kitchen. “Sorry, Abby, it's buttermilk and blueberry pancakes today with the sausages, fried eggs, hash browns, sautéed vegetables and green smoothie mix. Glad you are so accommodating. Trevor is proving a good influence. Will you allow me to marry you guys at the chapel soon?”

“All in good time.” Abby said. “Now get a move on. Your dallying with the boys this morning is making us late for the phone call.”

“Get Sanne and Bram to join in and explain the wagers with Ivan.” I said. “That will give us twenty-minutes. The boys can help with breakfast since they put me behind.”

“Actually we were behind you.” Dylan said with a smile. “Fine I'll toss some spices on these potatoes for a price.”

“How about tossing in the spices so you get served more than sautéed greens on toast?” I said kissing him and lightly stroking his butt.

“My pet pervert sure knows how to slam the door shut on negotiations.” Dylan said. “Tracy it's nice to see Dad being firm instead of just seeing him firm.”

There were no more delays as we set about getting breakfast served. We were right at the end of breakfast when it was time for the call. Sanne, Bram and Ivan explained the wagers. Wincenty told us the family who was selling us the land had friends and relatives in Kraków so he would ask them if they knew of somebody who might like to run the meat shop for us. I thanked him. Eliasz was adamant he could do the accounting for two shops. He explained he just had to duplicate what he was doing for the shop in Katowice. This was pretty easy with a computer. Feliks and Judyta would go with him to Kraków when he was setting up the bank account and look at suitable shops for the business. Ivan told me we knew exactly where to go for the equipment and other furniture so once we found a shop it would be very easy to get it up and running. Our current farmers would be happy to supply both shops with all the meat we needed.

“We will need a refrigerated truck to get the meat to Kraków won't we Ivan?” I asked as I sipped my second and last Irish coffee. Even my Lady was getting in one keeping me healthy it seemed because she told me only two before singing.

“There are independent companies who will ship it for us.” Ivan said. “You are right we will be better off with our own if we want to export. Exporting is a whole new arena and a different set of health regulations.”

“Good. That means more people to help.” I said sliding my phone to Tracy. “Who is Tomek's tutor? Andrzej. Tracy is calling to see if he can chat. Excuse me a minute.

Hello, Andrzej, sorry to trouble you but I have need of one of your students who loves economics. Please it's just Rohan. I don't care how young he is. All I care about is that he's motivated and has the skills to handle the job. I'd have given it to Tomek but he is more interested in decorating. I'd rather have somebody who can grow into the business. Would you like to make the job offer to Hipolit or would you like me to chat with him? Thank you for doing that for me. I'll be over there in a few weeks so hold off on contacting bureaucrats. He can make the first few calls with me in Katowice. Speak to his folks about an excursion. Frederick and Eliasz will figure out a salary for him. Hipolit will need his own cellphone.

Eliasz would you mind if we foisted another tutelage on you? Hipolit may need some guidance. He's two years older than Tomek. There will be support from the Order if he runs into any major problem. This is good training for the Order as well. You're right Judyta we do have help from Beatka. I think this will prove a lot of fun. Anything else Ivan?

That's a good point about the second garden. Sanne if you have the farmers working and taking their share then we need to have something similar at the second garden. I want to match what they are feeding the animals and their families. We can bring in some monks. They need the exercise. We'll just have all this extra produce without any animals to feed it to.”

“Sorry Tim I just have to spend some more of your joint funds.” Adam said with a grin. “Tim you have to see it to believe it. You won't have to wait long. So Dad you have two wagers going now in Poland. Would you care to take on a third? Six cases of vodka will be the wager. One for each farmer.”

“Adam that's brilliant.” I said with a huge smile. “We'll need some more land close to the garden. Bram I know you will pick the perfect parcel of land. One that closely matches the over farms. Wincenty can give you all the details. Sanne got diagrams of each farm to help them with their gardens. Sure you can send out a surveyor if you wish. We may run out of monks to farm all this land though.”

“Would the monks mind supervising?” Feliks asked. “We could give them a place to stay near their processing plant. Somewhere central so they could still visit all the farms.”

“They're monks and used to communal living, Feliks.” I said. “A chapter house will work fine. I'm sure Emily will make them obscenely comfortable for monks. What did you have in mind?”

“On Friday a customer mentioned a lot of farms in the north got flooded and many farmers lost their farms.” Feliks told us. “What if we contacted the government agencies providing aid and offered to move them to new farms in the south? Rohan if you are helping other Polish citizens you will have no trouble getting land from your neighbors.”

“I could spend all day working on this but I have to go sing for the children.” I said. “Sanne speak to Lawrence or Tammy. They will tell you all about it but it seems my Lady is a hit and we're making CDs for the kids to listen to when I'm away. Can I leave you and Bram to get things going on this project? Set up the terms of the wager but the Order will be doing the animal husbandry. They'll consult with the farmers but I want the Order to have the last say if they cannot reach an agreement. Make certain there is a way for the farmers to one day own the land. Speak to Beatka about who to contact in the government. Also let her know the Order will be providing flood help. We'll call them on the way over to the studio.”

“Adam you were right. The old coot is glowing from the inside out.” Tim said staring at me in amazement. “That really was quite brilliant of you. This way he will stay out of trouble until I can get him away this weekend. We leave on Friday don't we? Try not to spend all our money by then guys. Come on everybody it's time for Rohan to sing for us.”

One the way to the car I had Dylan call Eddie to let him know we might be a little late. Dylan was more than happy to chat with Eddie. I knew I might regret it but there was nobody else to make the call. Tracy was looking up the number for the guy in charge of the Order in Poland.

“No worries about being late Mon.” Dylan said when he ended his call to ended. “Enjoy the ride Mon.”

“Uh-oh it's started Tim.” I said. “Tracy I know it is after hours in Poland but I really don't care. Tell the monk he either disturbs his boss or starts packing for the chapter house in Siberia. He should get there just in time for the winter so pack lots of warm clothing. Yes Adam I would send him to Siberia for the winter. There is nothing to do there for the winter but pray and have humility rekindled inside of you.”

“Our apologies for disturbing you but Rohan just heard of the floods up north and wanted the Order to get out there and help.” Tracy said a couple of minutes later. “Yes, I'm just realizing he should have sent out a memo when he gave me these god-like powers. I'll have him email one to you. True that could be forged. Oh, he says to tell you light, love and life. I'll be sure to remember that when I speak to other chapter houses.”

“Tim please set up a system to authenticate emails sent among the Order.” I said. “Light, love and life is our top-secret password and means I stand behind everything being said or to help in every possible way. Cuts through a lot of nonsense and red tape. You guys are all welcome to use it. Glad he is getting on it. I really need to send out a memo advising more communal involvement in times of trouble. The Order tends to avoid the limelight to extremes. Understandable with our history but there must be a way to go about it without giving the game away.”

“Form a global aid corporation as your cover. A dummy corporation.” Amanda suggested. “Some reclusive, philanthropist will be funding it. One of your imaginary friends. The boys can work with Tim in creating the identity. Since he won't claim government aid or needing any paperwork it doesn't matter.”

“Mr. McGoo will be the founder.” Adam declared. “Mr. Phillip McGoo. Dad we will need to visit Scotland when we travel. That's where Mr. McGoo lives. We're providing a home for somebody in return for them fielding calls from reporters. Who wouldn't want to be Mr. McGoo?”

“I'd love being Mr. McGoo.” Morgan said. “There's Eddie. Looks like a police officer is chatting to him. The police officer seems unhappy.”

“We don't mind waiting in the car while you take care of it, Love.” Tim said. “Enjoy yourself.”

“Are you Eddie? Yes, it's the dreadlocks.” I said stepping between him and the police officer. When I finished hugging him I turned to the police officer and extended my hand. “Hello Officer Thompson. I'm Cardinal Rohan. I'm dressed like this because I'm trying to avoid the press but I think I can trust you to keep quiet. Here's my ID. Now what's the problem here? Officer Thompson I'm going to ask you to enforce a higher law and grant this man the freedom to stand here and smoke his joint when he wants to provided he doesn't offer it to anybody else and there are never more than two of them smoking weed out here.

Officer Thompson it takes longer to enlighten Congress than an individual which is what I am doing with you. Eddie is the least of your problems. In fact if all your crime was simply guys standing and quietly smoking a joint none of your superiors would complain. I'd be glad to call them and confirm this for you if you give me their number. I agree there really is no need to trouble them. You grasped enlightenment so readily I tend to believe there is hope for humanity after all.

Sister Tracy, please give this fine officer my contact phone number. Feel free to call me if you have any other vexing issues Officer Thompson. I'd be happy to share a blessing with you. Eddie do you mind? I know I'm already late for our recording session. Your patience is admirable Eddie. Thank you. We're recording some songs for the new orphanage near the river Officer. Feel free to stop by when it is part of your patrol. Speak to Patricia. Sister Tracy will let you know what time they serve meals. You can combine some community police work with your patrol and let the kids see cops aren't the bad guys. Well not usually anyway.”

The others waited until Officer Thompson had walked out of sight before hurrying into the studio. He was just having a bad day Eddie I explained. There was no doubt in my mind Officer Thompson would be happy to have a direct line to a Cardinal. There really isn't any crime to speak off in this neighborhood which can make cops seek out crime to justify earning their pay I added. Tracy made a note to call Officer Thompson a couple of days before I left to let him know I'll be out-of-town but she'd be available to pass on any requests. Morgan suggested she tell him I was helping flood victims in northern Poland which is what he'd expect from a Cardinal.

“We'll tell you all about it soon.” Tim promised Eddie. “I think Thursday at dinner would be a good time. So glad you decided to join us. What's the name of your guest?”

“Jocelyn.” a started Eddie blurted out. “No, Mon, if it's in the pot we'll eat it. Gran made a lovely pork roast with crackling. I got to cut back on my smoking, Mon. No way a Cardinal is going to cook for a heathen like me. I've only been in a church three times my entire life. All of them funerals. When my parents, Bob and Gran died.”

“This Cardinal will gladly cook for you and your lovely guest. Tracy will be happy to learn about rum.” I said as I took my smoothie and flask of tea from Tracy. My Lady had told me that was all I'd need. My housekeeper was going to buy lunch for everybody because they all insisted on being here for the singing. “I'll see you guys in four hours. Sorry we're going to run late.”

“No worries, Cardinal.” Eddie said. “I don't have anybody else booked today.”

“Rohan. Simply Rohan. Please Eddie, Mon.” I said winking at Dylan as I stepped inside the recording booth.

My Lady took full advantage of my captive state to sing a mix of children songs and songs designed to soothe hurts. I could feel the effects of the energy work she was doing through the music. Like Adam there was no way I was going to block the offer of help. My old deep-seated emotional wounds could finally be transformed. When we finished there were effectively two CD's. One full of songs for the children and a second one with chanting, Gregorian chants, hymns and prayers. My Lady suggested having the songs transcribed so the children could say some of the prayers we'd sung. Eddie gave Tracy the name of somebody who could help transcribe the songs. My housekeeper had ordered a small pizza delivered just before my four hours ended so I munched on my pizza as we made our way home.

Beatka called in response to a text Tracy sent her saying I'd like a quick chat. We chatted about the animal farms. Beatka said she'd give Hipolit a call and would even have their trade liaison officer at the embassy give him a call with some pointers. Beatka didn't know the conditions offered to the relocating farmers but she trusted Sanne and Bram to make it fair and overly generous. She thanked me for the offer of help from the Order for the flood victims and let me know this would be her trump card in getting Hipolit lots of government help. Our conversation was on speakerphone and the others all grinned when Beatka told me she insisted on pulling strings because of the help I was giving. Tracy agreed with her that I didn't need to help. Everybody knew I hadn't thought about getting any favors from anybody in return so it was a gift that I'd gladly accept my housekeeper told me.

Tim told me the odd slip when it came to accepting gifts was still a big improvement for me. Ada had to say hello before we ended the call. She got me to blush by asking Tim if he was sleep deprived. When he responded he was well rested Ada suggested I have a chat with Dr. Phyllis and Lao because obviously I wasn't feeling well.

British night was bangers and mash night. Something simple after my first singing performance my housekeeper had insisted. She had placed Tracy in charge of the salad and dessert. Abby actually stepped in and took my place before dinner was ready. The boys were eager to test their new gravy making skills and promised to give me a call if they needed help. Tim led me out to the balcony to join Ivan and Leslie. They commented it was lovely to chat with me before dinner.

Ivan asked me when I was going to get started on the animal husbandry and garden design because I had two more days of singing to take me almost through to my week away. Andrzej was emailing me a list of books the monks used for animal husbandry and gardening. Sanne was sending me a list of the books they used at the other farm. Tim had kindly agreed to buy them online and have them delivered to our bed and breakfast. He told Leslie he was just as eager as me to get started on the campaign and would love to spend some of our time together working on it. Leslie agreed being immersed in all these projects and swinging my mace had certainly put a sparkle in my eye.

“Three days with his Lady will add a lot of sparkle to Rohan as well.” Leslie predicted. “He left the kitchen with on a slight protest which means something happened today.”

Tim recounted my encounter with Officer Thompson and how he'd invited Eddie over for dinner on Thursday. Leslie told him the changes were deeper. They all chuckled at the thought of the pervert's world view being shared with a police officer. I was already sharing alcohol with underage teens at an orphanage. Some of the gang including Leslie and Ivan had to work so they were looking forward to listening to the recordings this evening. Tim was going to upload the files to a hidden page on the Order website so the gang could download copies. He'd email them the link. I told Leslie she was welcome to share them with her clients after I'd given copies to the orphanage on Thursday.

“I'll get us some more beers.” I said lifting Tim off my lap. “Yes I do want to check dinner but considering how long I've been away from my kitchen it isn't asking much.”

“That's true.” Leslie said. “When you get back we can chat some more about your Polish wagers.”

“Tim we must send an email to Wincenty to see if he can recommend a good farm manager.” I said. “Yes we can also ask Kazimierz. Thank you.”

He sent the emails before I returned with the beers. Everything looked, felt and smelled fine in the kitchen. The gravy chefs' asses felt particularly fine. Morgan declared feeling the chef's ass to get a feel for the food made him think we were reading from different menus. Dylan warned Morgan he could end up being the Mon in my Monday. I kissed him just to prevent another Mon before my next beer. The trick with the garden I told Leslie when we had our beer in hand was getting the water collection and distribution right. I was hoping to come up with a dam that leaked water and soil that allowed the water filter through slowly instead of rushing past. Getting the right amount of gravel mixed with the soil was imperative if it could be done at all.

“Tim I have a special project in mind that involves a large body of water.” I said. “I might need to scale it down but I am curious to test it for the first year and if it proves more successful than the traditional beds we'll expand it. Remind me to get the monks to research the eco-system history.”

“Rohan you are having way more fun than I ever expected.” Ivan said. “What will you do with all this food?”

“Tithe some of it and sell some of it to MAD Rohan's Vegetables.” I said. “The competition is about how much we grow not how much we make.”

“Rohan's right and he will be indirectly helping the boys because they will have more vegetables to make money off.” Sanne said. “They can give Rohan a good price and still make a profit so everybody wins. You will need a company or subsidiary to keep track of this cash.”

“Do you like the name Tim's Trading House, my Love?” I asked Tim.

“You'd name it after me?” Tim said kissing my cheek. “I love the name.”

“Maybe you should make it Tim's International Trading House.” Leslie suggested. “There's a very good reason for the name, Tim. Go with the most obvious.”

“You mean he's... no he wouldn't... yes you would and are, aren't you?” Tim said.

“Who else would I give an umbrella company to but a Brit?” I said with a smile. “I'm told no self-respecting Brit turns down the offer of a good brolly.”

“Good timing Rohan.” Tim said kissing me. “That's all the thanks I have time for before dinner. Yes I'll call Frederick at nine tomorrow and get things set up so I can go sign the paperwork on Thursday.”

Tim hurried inside to help Tracy get the champagne ready. We heard the boys tell him dinner would be ready in ten minutes. Tracy was soon complaining that I never gave her enough warning and we would be lucky to have enough cold champagne on hand. Tim promised to buy her a fridge if she found out from Lao where to put it and what size to get. My housekeeper thanked him for the offer but declared it a housekeeping expense so I would pay for it. Our gang has gotten so big and the boys really need a steady supply of iced teas on hand so a second fridge for all our drinks was a very sensible idea. The boys quickly offered up their iced-tea space for Tracy to rent at a rate of one special kiss a month. Tracy decided they'd been at the Polish mineral water if they were silly enough to make her that offer in front of my housekeeper.

“You know Tracy hasn't asked why he wants her to open the champagne.” Ivan said. “Yes Rohan I guess she believes he wants to surprise the others. That must be it.”

“Be nice.” Leslie said kissing him. “Besides no sensible lady needs an excuse to open champagne.”

We headed inside to see if we could help. Morgan sat me down and cuddled with me. He calmly admitted the three of them had a schedule for sitting me down and keeping me in my seat until dinner was on the table. Tonight Tim announced his new company before we ate. After toasting the success of his business we sat down to eat. Tracy decided it was fitting we would have my music playing tonight while we ate dinner. Adam thought it great it was also British meal night. Coincidence I declared and explained how it had come about. A happy coincidence then Sophie decided. Happy coincidence or not Leslie thoroughly enjoyed her bangers and mash. She complimented the boys on the gravy. Tracy's tipsy tart and custard was amazing as usual.

The others agreed to let Tim reward me by watching a murder mystery. Every time he covered my eyes he gave me a thank you kiss. While we had our nightcap Leslie let us know the kids were doing surprisingly well in adjusting to their new home. I explained about Eric's comments and Lawrence's idea to explain the broad plan he had for the kids to reassure them they could stay for several years if they wanted. They had also promised the kids if they wanted to talk to somebody outside the orphanage a social worker would be brought in to chat. Lawrence had made it clear he would like them to chat with him first. Lindsey and Tammy had told the kids how much they enjoyed working for him and how he always listened when people had a problem. Lawrence had told the children they could always speak to me because I would not let my friendship with him cloud my judgment. Daizan and Mu had explained how they had known me for a very long time and could back Lawrence up on that statement. Lao had simply told the children if I did such a thing then there would be no more friendship between Lawrence and me.

“They are welcome to call at any time Dylan.” I said with a smile. “Yes that would make for a very frustrated lover.”

“Talk about being left hanging.” Tim said with a shudder. “A good thing Rohan can do two things at once.”

Tim surprised me by saying he was mine tonight and would thank me properly in the morning. I took him over my knee for a spanking because conspirators deserved to feel the sting of a firm hand on their butt. They also deserved the feel of a firm cock in their ass. Tim told me he hardly thought a conspirator deserved any hint of gentleness. I agreed with him and picked up the pace.

“Let me guess you are perfectly comfortable with me sporting a well-spanked ass.” Tim said when I admitted how much I liked feeling the heat from his ass against my groin as we cuddled before going to sleep. “Never hurt you in the least did it?”

“Nope. I never felt the slightest twinge.” I admitted. “Well not a twinge of pain. A few very strong twinges of desire. Your conspirators will be here early won't they? I want to make it to the studio on time. Six will be early enough. Do I need to set the alarm? Oh they are the alarm. Very efficient. Good night, Beloved. Sleep tight.”

The next morning Tim sat back in a chair at the foot of the bed and watched as three young boys took turns using me. Dylan fucked me while I was in Adam and sucking on Morgan's cock. Then I had to get them primed for a second round with Morgan fucking my ass, Adam fucking my face and Dylan impaled on my cock. I told them no matter how young and virile they were getting them ready for a third round would take some time so we'd do it in the shower. Tim warned them to turn on the taps before me. A lot of sucking, rimming and finger-fucking took place in our morning shower. Dylan sat on my face, Adam fucked me and Morgan's ass was going to receive my load.

“Keep your head down and your ass up.” Tim ordered when the boys got up from me.

Watching our play had got him very aroused. The imp had impressed me by waiting this long before getting his release. I loved the feel of him sliding into me. I loved the sound of him sliding through three loads of boy cum. I loved the feel of his load being pumped into me. Imagining the mess inside my ass made me groan in delight. The boys told me to wait while they dried Tim. Then they dried me. Adam suggested a plug or else their hard work would go to waste.

“Boys knowing he has a plug inside him while he sings will drive me crazy.” Tim said. “You'd never know he was wearing one if you hadn't seen him slip it in.”

“That's our little gift to you.” Dylan said. “We'll be thinking pretty much the same thing.”

“We'll be able to sneak off to relieve the pressure but Dad won't.” Adam said with a smile. “Now let's go take care of breakfast.”

The boys had told Tracy of their plans so she had stayed downstairs. My tea and smoothie were waiting for me. Tracy had started the oatmeal. The boys immediately got started on the green smoothie mix. Abby was cooking waffles and Canadian bacon. Leslie took me aside to tell me the music was wonderful. Patricia had called her to let her know the kids loved the chanting by Clifton. He was proving inspirational to the other kids who found the respect given to him by the monks and nuns impressive. Especially monks and nuns who threw each other around so violently. The same monks and nuns who were on call twenty-four hours a day if the kids needed to chat or a hug.

Promptly at nine Tim called Frederick to ask about getting his business set up. Tim wanted it registered in England but Frederick didn't mind because Christopher would help him with the paperwork. Christopher also had an idea of the types of businesses Tim was starting in England. Tim explained about our Poland business. Thirty-minutes later we were heading off to the recording studio. Once again I lost all sense of time. The five hours seemed to last no longer than five minutes. I insisted on cooking dinner. Ivan had sent some steaks over with Leslie in the morning so dinner was easy to prepare. Tim cooked with me even though my housekeeper insisted I wear more than an apron.

Before I headed out to the studio on Wednesday my Lady suggested I ask somebody to volunteer to prepare dinner. She told me I would need some time for the energy to settle. Leslie offered to prepare chicken in white wine with fresh herbs. Lao asked some questions of my Lady who responded using traditional Chinese medicine terms and spoke of meridians and acupuncture points. When they finished I was as clueless as when they started. Lao let Tracy know she was having her first acupuncture lesson this afternoon. Tracy told the boys they got to stab me often enough. Dylan responded by saying not with anything sharp. My Lady promised she would be keeping a close watch on proceedings and Lao had agreed to work with her. Part of his wisdom I learned was his willingness to learn even though he was so skilled and knowledgeable.

We were all stunned to see Eddie hunched over some accounting papers when we arrived. Things were not flowing as smoothly as good rum down a Jamaican's throat he admitted. Tracy suggested he charge us the full rate and make the fifteen percent donation to the orphanage later. Eddie refused to delay his donation. I learned he'd be happy to offer discounted rates to bands wanting to make promotion CDs and allow them to pay him when they got work or by referring other bands. Three times as much business at half the price would be more than he could imagine. I asked Tracy to call our cheerleaders who could help spread the word. Tracy said she'd ask who to talk to in the music department as well.

“You could record the performances or speeches they give.” Dylan said.

“I can barely keep myself in weed, Mon.” Eddie said sadly. “I'll need some fancy equipment to record live performances.”

“So I'm guessing you're not busy tomorrow afternoon are you?” Tim said. “Then you can come with us to meet Frederick our accountant. Rohan I wanted to make certain I had the morning to play nurse. Your accountant is taking the morning off.”

“Then you can come with me to get the rum and make certain I buy the good stuff.” Tracy said. “We'll pick up Jocelyn when she's finished at work. No trouble at all Eddie.”

“Bring all your financial stuff with you.” Tim advised. “Oh, you don't have any. No that's perfect because I want to see Frederick's reaction. Bring an extra couple of joints.”

“Speaking of joints Dad.” Dylan said looking up at me with a grin. “Sanne is from the Netherlands and she is awfully good with plants.”

“She gets to set it up for Eddie.” I said. “You boys get to learn and you start with the medicinal aspects. I don't think Eddie will mind being a test subject.”

“No problem, Mon. What am I testing?” Eddie asked. “Dylan it seems Jah has taken a special interest in your Cardinal dad. Why else would a man of the cloth be cooking for me and arranging for his sons to grow weed for me? I've finished my accounting for today. Let's make music, Mon.”

“You've been so much fun and done a great job so you get to choose what we have for lunch Eddie.” my housekeeper said. “Something nice.”

“There's a lovely Jamaican restaurant in town we can get lunch from but I think they were smoking some bad stuff when they set their prices.” Eddie said. “Mon, if they need to charge so much their animals must eat better than me. I suppose that's not hard though. Dylan alley cats enjoy more meat in a week than me.”

“I know the place.” I said. “Good choice, Eddie. Tell them I suggested the beef and lamb. Let them know it is for a special Jamaican friend of mine and if the head chef can stand upright long enough to cook the food I will visit on Friday morning. Make a note to buy an extra couple of bottles of rum for the reprobate Tracy.”

Five hours later when I stopped singing I felt the same as I'd felt when I took my dip in the sea of chi. Only this time I knew I would need help refocusing and was looking forward to my treatment. I thanked the gods the boys were too excited to share what they had learned with me to notice any mystical experience I might be having.

“Here's our fine singer Gnarly Marley.” Adam said and then collapsed into laughter. The others thought it hilarious as well but they managed to keep themselves upright.

“Just wait till I get hold of Peter's Tush.” I said without thinking. This set them off again.

Eddie told the boys nobody would turn down the opportunity to promote a musical show with Gnarly Marley and Peter's Tush. My Lady even found it funny enough to let them know she could sing Reggae. Tracy suggested they see how much their plants produced before setting a date because they might be able to make some money selling it at the show. No harm in helping a studio that helps an orphanage and you know Sanne will grow it organically Tracy told us. My housekeeper suggested they design some T-shirts.

“Gnarly Marley and Peter's Tush present Aroused Reggae” Morgan suggested. “We could have a profile of them facing each other over an island with a Reggae colored rainbow above them.”

I left them to plot and asked Eddie if he'd gotten the authentic stuff. Eddie was in heaven. My housekeeper wouldn't take any of the leftovers. I sampled a little to make certain it was good and worthy of the two bottles of rum. Eddie handed me a joint he'd rolled and asked me to pass it on to the chef. The boys decided I couldn't be Gnarly Marley without a joint on me. I did take a little of the food to help settle my energy enough to get me home. On the way home the boys insisted I tell them about Peter's Tush.

No I didn't own the restaurant. I'd just helped an immigrant widow get started and make enough money to bring her brother over. The sister drank more than the brother and he spent most of his life with a permanent buzz on. They were the kindest most loving two people you could hope to meet if you could make it past the cloud of rum fumes that hung over them. When he'd first seen me the brother had commented that I looked like a gnarly Marley. I'd responded by saying judging by his breath he could only be Peter's tush. After a weekend of cooking too much, cursing too much and drinking too much we were friends.

The boys couldn't wait to tell Sanne about their new project and called her before we got home. Sanne laughed and asked them if they thought any Dutch couple would leave the Netherlands without a good supply of marijuana seeds. Bram stunned the boys by saying they already had a few plants growing for their own use. When we got back Amanda left the boys speechless by saying not only did she know Sanne and Bram grew weed but they had given her some. When it comes to dealing with you three Rohan chants Sophie and I smoke a little weed Amanda told them. Then she teased me about getting her son involved in the drug trade. Before Lao and Tracy took me upstairs she took the time to let me know she thought getting the boys to study the medicinal use was a good way to introduce them to the herb. Sophie added J had already told Dylan if he ever wanted to smoke some to let him know and they'd do it together. She promised to make a video of the event for us. Then Tracy was tugging on my hand.

Lying on the massage table in my underwear I let my Lady guide the process. I felt as if everything was happening far, far away from me and not to me. There were a couple of times I felt some surprise from Lao but he followed my Lady's guidance. Slowly I felt myself being drawn back into my physical body. There was still a lot of chi flowing through me. Now I felt I could contain it physically. Still I lay there as the treatment continued and the chi sank deeper into me. My Lady had me lie there for a while with needles in me. Lao and Tracy left the room for several minutes and returned to stimulate the points from time-to-time. Tracy asked if Tim could sit with me. He promised not to say anything. I was glad to have him holding my hand.

Despite feeling alert and physically great when I was finally let up Lao and Tracy insisted I make my way slowly down to the others. Dylan was on sit-on-Rohan or SOR duty. Tim snuggled next to me. Leslie kindly brought over a bowl of chicken with a little rice for me to test. J had stopped by the orphanage and collected some ready-to-bake bread dough from the caterers. I told Leslie the fresh bread would be wonderful with the chicken. Leslie laughed at the look of concern on Dylan's face when I chose a smoothie over a brandy. Tracy sat down to discuss rum with me. The boys gathered round to learn with her.

“Cockspur or Vizcaya are good everyday rums.” I said. “The Appleton Estate has a really expensive 30-year-old rum that costs around $400. They have a good private reserve rum that is in the same price range as the Cockspur and Vizcaya. Between thirty and forty dollars. That's what I'd suggest for tomorrow. On Friday for Peter's Tush get me something like the Gosling's Family. That will cost about $60. We'll need two bottles. Then I'd like a bottle of the El Dorado 21 year-old Special Reserve to take with us for our week away. That's close to $100. I enjoy a rum and coke but soda is the healthier choice and better when drinking the good rums.

You'll have Eddie with you and the owners of the liquor shop are very knowledgeable. You can follow their advice. The ones I've named are just to give you something to work from. Don't be afraid to get Eddie some of his favorite unless it is the really cheap stuff. Then you'll have to talk him into trying something new. We'll take a six-pack of cola and about a dozen bottles of soda water with us. I'm sure we will need more but a day trip to a nearby town will be a nice excursion Tracy. Now do I have time for some tea before dinner? Good.”

Dinner smelled delicious. Leslie asked me if I'd show her how to make Bakewell tart. I sat on a stool at the kitchen door and gave her instructions. Dylan dragged Tim away to play Smurf racer until dinner. The others excused me shortly after dinner. I played Smurf Racer with the boys for just under an hour before calling it a night.

“My Love, all I'm going to do is slip under the covers and close my eyes.” I said to Tim handing him my controller. “Stay here and have some fun with the boys plotting a conspiracy or six. Tracy can see me safely to my bed.”

When I was under the covers I asked Tracy to call Patricia. I told her I was going to sing myself a lullaby and thought the kids might like to listen. She told me it would be good if I fell asleep while singing because more of the kids would follow my example. I managed to stay awake through it all but not by much. I wished them all a good night and closed my eyes before Tracy ended the call.

The next morning I watched as the four fucketeers put on a show for me. They were kind enough to feed me a couple of loads. Dylan swallowed one of my loads. I just felt very relaxed and not up to exerting myself. Tim seized the opportunity for a cooking lesson. The four fucketeers prepared the entire breakfast. My housekeeper placed me under house arrest for the day. Tracy promised to look for some good cigarettes or cigars to go with the rum. When she left with Tim to go fetch Eddie for their meeting I thanked my housekeeper for making me stay at home. Anybody can see you'd only wear yourself out at a meeting she said. Better to stay here taking your time with the cooking. These three miscreants are your assistants she announced.

“Rohan is it true you are preparing roast pork with crackling?” Abby asked. “You better believe I'm excited Dylan. People usually waste the good stuff because they think it's unhealthy. Nothing you enjoy that much is unhealthy. I must get back to the office. Thank you Rohan. This will be great.”

“Tracy is out stocking up on rum.” Adam added when she included my assistants in a round of thank you kisses.

“Oh, well I'm glad Trevor will be there to pour me into bed.” Abby said. “Nice crispy roast potatoes please Rohan.”

Later in the afternoon my housekeeper received a text from Tracy saying they were fetching Jocelyn before returning to the apartment. Tracy asked if we needed her to get any supplies. My housekeeper let her know we were okay if our guests were happy with apple pie and ice-cream for dessert. Tim called a few minutes later to check on me. He was glad the boys were helping me with dinner. I kept it very simple but made certain every dish was flavorful by adding a dash more spice.

“Rohan, Mon, tell me why you're getting my little Eddie unsteady in the afternoon?” a tall, beautiful lady said entering the kitchen.

“Who better to test the rum than a Jamaican?” I said guessing they had tasted samples at the liquor store. Jocelyn was smiling as she hugged me. “Jocelyn these three boys would have thrashed me everyday for a week if I'd served anything but the best to a fine lady like you.”

“Such a sweetheart you are.” Jocelyn said kneeling. “Are you boys going to kiss me or do I have to help myself?”

“The trick will be getting them to stop kissing you.” Tracy said from the kitchen doorway. “Hide these quickly Boss before you housekeeper sees them.”

Looking inside the bag Tracy tossed my way I saw some blackberries. I got them in the fridge just in time. Tracy told my housekeeper she'd stopped to get extra ice-cream because you could never have too much around me. Eddie told me it was embarrassing to admit he knew less about rum than me.

“Eddie my pet pervert has most likely drunk your weight in rum.” Dylan said. “He almost twice your age so he's had lots more practice. Did you like his suggestions?”

“Loved the Cockspur, Mon.” Eddie said with a dreamy expression. “They didn't do samples of the Gosling so Tracy bought me a bottle for later. She said it was a gift for all my work in the studio.”

“So are these the sweet boys who will grow our medicine?” Jocelyn asked. “That's very kind of you boys. I cannot wait. That's sweet of Sanne to offer us a sample but if you boys trust her then I'll wait and be surprised. Tracy suggested I ask you how to thank Rohan for the lovely song he sang. Yes the one Gran sang to Eddie.”

“Usually we'd suggest taking him upstairs and spanking him but he's gone through a lot these past few days.” Adam said. “A special kiss would be thanks enough.”

The special kiss was sweet, tender and lingering. Abby arrived midway through it and applauded when it ended. She applauded again when she saw the roasts in the slow cookers. Tracy asked if we were at a point in the cooking where we could take a break to sample the rum. I told her we'd be ready for a break in ten minutes. She took Abby to the dining room to get things ready. Tim told me there was some paperwork for me to sign because he wasn't old enough. Frederick was joining us for breakfast tomorrow.

“You boys can have one shot now and two with dinner.” I said. “Approach it like the vodka and you'll be fine.”

Jocelyn told us she was also feeling a little unsteady after her shot. The boys must take after Rohan if they could knock it back and remain standing Eddie decided. We'll be back in the kitchen sweating it out in a minute so we're enjoying the kick now Morgan told him. Jocelyn assured Adam the cheaper regular rum was nothing like what he'd just tasted. He promised her he'd stick with my recommendations and savor it.

“So you are a Cardinal who convinces the police to turn a blind eye to Eddie smoking his joints in the street, you serve your young sons the finest alcohol and you cook a feast for strangers because your mate invited them for dinner.” Jocelyn summed things up. “I think the world needs more religious people like you.”

“There are limits though.” I said as I slipped my apron back on. “Do it respectfully and I'm usually okay with things. I want the boys to appreciate the skill of making a good drink. They must also respect and value the plant as a plant before anything else. There's good medicine in plants so gratitude is important. My mate is kind enough to invite people over so I can practice my cooking and try new things. This also helps me learn to socialize.”

“Eddie tells me your accountant doesn't charge for his services.” Jocelyn said and listened as I explained how Frederick simply enjoyed helping others. “So you're paying him to help others. Glad we are giving him something to do to earn his pay. Dylan does he ever stop being nice?”

“He stopped being nice for an hour when Clifton got hurt by his folks.” Dylan said. “I think he still feels bad about the way he acted for that hour.”

Jocelyn had to know more so Tim led her to the living room. Yes Clifton was the boy doing the chanting Sunday I heard Tim saying as they walked away. Eddie was happy to help keep my housekeeper distracted for a bit while I assembled her pie. I suggested he ask her about the no-interest loans Frederick had mentioned. Tracy handed him a couple of drinks to take with him. She stayed in the kitchen to kiss us for making blackberry pies. Then she kissed the boys for helping me with dinner. They kissed her for giving them this time with me before I left. Tracy went off to hunt down Tim for a sound thanking because she'd discovered a whole new world of good rum thanks to his invitation. We laughed when we heard Tim's startled squawk and Jocelyn's laughter.

“Rohan you need another drink.” Jocelyn said handing me a rum with a splash of soda. I was whipping up some cream for the pies but was happy to accept the drink. “I saw the pain in your eyes when Dylan said you still felt bad about losing it for an hour. Well boys you'll be happy to know Rohan has just stopped feeling bad about it. Jah put us women on the earth to help you men by pointing things like this out to you. Sometimes you get so caught up in being clever you miss the obvious.”

“I think the singing has helped him a lot.” Leslie said. “We will have to wait until next week to find out. Tonight though we will enjoy a good farewell dinner thanks to you and Eddie. Can I buy you another round?”

“I'd better wait until dinner for the next round.” Jocelyn said. “Ice-tea would be wonderful. Thank you boys.”

The potatoes need fifteen more minutes and we need to warm the peas with the Parmesan cheese I told my housekeeper. The pies go in when we take the potatoes out and start dinner Dylan told her. My housekeeper thanked us and told me Tracy wanted me to join her in a rum and coke so she could broaden her horizons. Eddie it seems had kept his promise to the boys not to share Gnarly Marley with Jocelyn. I told Tracy her timing was perfect with the rum and coke. She looked at me quizzically but smiled when she heard Dylan start with the story. Jocelyn was crying with laughter by the time they'd finished. The boys were ecstatic when she said her drama class would put on a Gnarly Marley and Peter's Tush skit. Morgan gave her the rights to use his T-shirt design for the posters in return for tickets and a kiss for each of them. Jocelyn told him it was worth more and she'd get every one of the group to kiss them. Dylan told me to pass on their thanks to Gnarly Marley. I told him I was more focused on spanks than thanks.

My housekeeper announced a spanking all round if I didn't take my seat so she could serve dinner. I was hungry so I didn't waste time finding my chair. When Abby saw the crackling and crisp roast potatoes she came around to kiss the four chefs. Jocelyn thanked us and promised Eddie would thank us when he'd regained his composure. Between the leftovers from yesterday and dinner tonight they were eating a lot better than in the past few months. Tim shared with us that Frederick's expression when Eddie showed up with no financial records was priceless. Dylan said it was similar to Tim's expression when he saw our lack of protection on our computers. We let Eddie eat before he shared what advice Frederick had given him. None of us minded waiting even if we did have to wait through a second helping.

“Way too many numbers Mon.” Eddie said pushing his plate away and accepting a rum and soda from Tracy. “Jocelyn is a genius with figures so I'll have her look at what Frederick gave me. He also gave me a computer. This fellow William brought it to us and promised to show me how to use the thing. I'll teach him a little about recording stuff, Mon, so it's all good. Next week I meet with some students at Jocelyn's college. Business students who will help me with marketing and a business plan as part of their studies. Frederick says you give out no-interest loans to cover these sort of things so I don't need to worry about paying. Tell me Mon how you stay in business spending all this money?”

“The same way you've stayed in business and kept such a fine lady like Jocelyn in your life.” I said calmly. “You're flat broke but insisted on giving fifteen per cent to the orphanage. Why would you do that if you want to stay in business?”

“Them kids don't have it easy.” Eddie said. “I got my weed, the music you sang and Jocelyn. Something will come up to cover the bills. No worries, Mon. I'll feel better if them kids feel better.”

“Them kids have access to more money than you do now.” I said with a smile. “I will let them know of your generosity. Don't think they won't want you to visit so they can say thanks. One for recording the music and a thank you for the donation. Eddie you know instinctively it is the good people in your life who are a treasure. I'm surrounded by so much love and caring there is no way I am going out of business. All this energy flows into my business world. You sow generosity so you have to reap generosity. Jocelyn spends so much time letting you know of her love for you and this energy flows into your life. All of it. Keep her in your life and there will be no worries, Mon.”

“You sound so certain, Rohan.” Jocelyn said smiling at me.

“That's what happens when you go all religious and become a Cardinal or something like it.” I said smiling at her. “Adopting kids and getting married confirmed it. Don't think I don't know you are aware of this or I'll have Dylan spank you. He's been itching to spank a pretty lady and you qualify as so much more than pretty. Jocelyn you are beautiful enough to wrap any man around your finger but you eat baked beans with Eddie and listen to CDs made by an amateur like me. Earlier you spoke of pointing out the obvious Jocelyn. Hopefully I got the ball rolling for you but don't take too long finishing it off. I've passed you the ball. Now you must score.”

“And if I don't Dylan will spank me no doubt.” Jocelyn said with a smile. “That isn't so bad.”

“He'll only spank you when you've healed any rift between you and Eddie.” I said firmly. “We don't beat people while they're hurting. We beat them in thanks or for healing.”

“Well it seems Tracy has given my Eddie the gift of a fancy rum so what better reason to enjoy it than celebrating?” Jocelyn said calmly not looking at Eddie.

“Adam as long as Jocelyn knows what we're celebrating it's good.” Eddie said raising his glass to Jocelyn. “I have enough to figure out. Jocelyn it seems Adam wants to know what we are celebrating. No I'm not curious. Whatever I celebrate with you is good.”

“Looks like we have found another softie to match Rohan and Lawrence.” Sophie said with a smile and kissed J. “He really means it. Tracy I think I need another. Yes I know I turned down your last offer but Eddie is too sweet to face this sober.”

“Well Eddie it was going to happen at some point so it might as well be now.” Jocelyn said turning to stare directly into his eyes. “We will be celebrating our engagement.”

“What? You're kidding, Mon.” Eddie said with wide-eyes. “Why me?”

“Sounds familiar.” I whispered to Tim.

“Why not?” Jocelyn said.

“Sounds very familiar.” Tim whispered back.

“Don't worry Eddie we won't marry until I finish my studies.” Jocelyn said lightly patting his hand. “That will give you time to make your fortune. I want you to know we got engaged when we didn't have much.”

“I'll pay for the dinner at the Jamaican restaurant when Eddie proposes.” Tracy said with a big smile. “You can't do a play without meeting Peter's Tush. Don't tell me the two of you were thinking of getting engaged in a Chinese restaurant? I'll pay for that as well. Lao has a great restaurant.”

“No you are right it will be the Jamaican restaurant.” Jocelyn said with a laugh. “Thank you, Tracy.”

“Have you noticed how the ladies never seem to give the guy a chance to work things out for himself?” Morgan asked Adam.

“That's because if they did they would die of old age waiting for the man to get the hint.” Adam said calmly. “The gods made my choice a no-brainer and sent Rohan along to point me in the right direction before you entered my life. He was kind enough to beat the wisdom into me Jocelyn. I asked for regular spankings and Rohan delivered. He's still delivering surprises. They're not always happy ones but it all seems to come out for the best. Yes Dad I think I am beginning to include Genta even though I miss him so much.”

“We're really glad you let us meet him and pay for the garden.” Morgan added. “Eddie we'll explain it after dinner. This may take a while.”

“You have to wake up early to see the lovebirds off and that story will take hours if you want to do it justice.” my housekeeper said. “Why don't we have Jocelyn and Eddie join us on the weekend if they really want to hear about Genta and Rohan?”

“Sunday after church would be lovely Morgan.” Jocelyn said. “We don't go to church so let us know what time? Midday is perfect but won't we interrupt your lunch?”

“You won't if you join us.” Morgan said. “Aren't you glad I'm learning to grasp the obvious? You've been such a good influence I'll even help cook lunch as a thank you. Rohan keep your cellphone on around midday. I may need some pointers. Leslie I'd be honored to cook with you. Tim you can have Rohan for Sunday lunch. I won't need his help.”

“Tell me Rohan when do you think your housekeeper and the others will stop with the dinner invitations?” Jocelyn asked me but her smile told us she wasn't upset with us.

“The best you can hope for is they will taper off to three times a week when Eddie's business picks up.” I said smiling back at her. “Hopefully our cooking will prove adequate and we promise not to serve baked beans.”

“You are as bad as Rohan.” Jocelyn told my housekeeper. “This was a lot more meat than even a group this large needed so you plan on sending us home with lots of leftovers. Working for him must have some influence but you are as kind, caring and loving as Rohan. I'll thank you properly before we leave. Now boys Eddie has mentioned you are going on a vacation to Europe. Why don't you tell me all about it when you've finished clearing the table.”

“Let me help.” Eddie said. “You're going to have to let me help if I'm visiting more often. Jah knows I cannot help with the cooking. You can blame my finances for me eating baked beans but the truth is that's all I can cook. Yes I will share my spiritual beliefs with you if it won't upset your dad.”

“There are members of our Order who live a Rastafarian lifestyle.” I said. “They don't follow the orthodox path. I think one or two are in town. The priest who performed our wedding will arrange for you to meet them if you want to know more. Yes, Eddie, it is possible for you to visit them. Why not attend church with the gang on Sunday? Tracy can call and arrange for them to at least meet you. I'll be away but Tracy can arrange things for you.”

“Yes, Eddie, I can. That's why I drink so much.” Tracy said. “I started off as an assistant housekeeper and within months he gave me more power than people who have been in the Order all their lives. Jocelyn I'm not even through my second year of college and Rohan has me talking to all these high-ranking officials and arranging flood relief in Poland. Lao is just as bad. He gave me a case study when I started learning from him that involved real people. Lao even had me speak to the doctors. I had no medical training. Yes they are getting better. I got a thank you card from them the other day. Then in a year Rohan will have me training with his monks and nuns as well.”

“Tracy is already doing great with the church politics.” Morgan said collecting plates. “She's bedding the guy in charge of the martial training.”

“I don't think that will make it easier for her.” J said handing over his plate. “The training will actually be tougher because Brother Martin won't want others to think bedding him will make him go easier on them. Being Lao's student meant he was already planning on being tougher with her.”

“You could have warned me before I bedded him.” Tracy said.

“That wouldn't have made any difference.” my housekeeper said. “Tracy you will get your degree because you can use a lot of it at the Order working out training programs and rehabilitation programs for the injured monks. What we have all noticed is just like your boss being involved with any Order work makes you more alive and happier. I feel sorry for the others when you, Rohan and the three boys are all there at the same time.”

“I would like Rohan to help me take my fitness levels up a notch.” Tim said. “Tracy I'm certain we can include you in the mix.”

“We will begin working on you next week Tim.” Catherine said. “I have to get Rohan back in the gym for two weeks to assess his progress and Lao wants to see how he is with chi. We are working with the boys next week while the two of you are away. I see no reason not to get Tracy in for an assessment. She will have to cut back on the alcohol.”

“That will have to wait, Catherine.” I said. “Speak to Lao about how to work around the effects of the alcohol while he introduces Tracy to Tracy. Lao will understand what I mean and take care of it but for now the alcohol is medicinal.”

“Thanks Boss. I hated the thought of learning about rum only to lose it.” Tracy said. “Catherine I know cutting back will be good for me. I've tried but my clever Boss seems to know more about why I can't cut back than I do. Let's trust his judgment and chat with Lao on Saturday. We have to meet with him to get everything ready for the boys.”

“Don't worry Tracy by the time we hand you over to Brother Michael you will run rings around him.” I promised. “I'm looking forward to the day when you run his élite squad into the ground and whip their butts. We'll share a very nice rum to celebrate. Deal?”

“Deal, Boss!” Tracy said. “Jocelyn I don't mind a tough workout because I've seen what they put Rohan through. Mine will never be as tough as his.”

“We really can't explain it, Jocelyn.” Juliet said. “Give the old guy a week to get back into the swing of it and we'll arrange for you to watch. Rohan I think the boys need to watch one of your routines if they are starting a serious workout routine. You've let them have it easy for long enough. I want them to run rings around Brother Michael's élite squad with Tracy and get drunk on that fancy rum afterward. Trust me Sophie after watching what Rohan puts the boys through you'll be relieved when they get drunk.”

“What's this fancy rum called, Dad?” Adam asked. “Pirate. You're kidding me. What's the real name?”

“P-y-r-a-t. The old English word for pirate.” I said. “We'll save the Appleton Estate for when you graduate high school.”

“You'll let us get drunk on the expensive stuff?” Morgan asked.

“Boys it's better to get drunk on the good stuff.” Jocelyn said. “I don't think it will take much and you'll enjoy it. Now about your trip?”

All of us settled in the living room to go through our itinerary again. The boys showed Jocelyn and Eddie websites for the places we'd be staying and the ferry. Then they showed her some of the pictures from our earlier visit with Sanne and Bram. My housekeeper spoke with such love about Tomek that Jocelyn made her promise to introduce them. Sophie suggested a Skype call before church on Sunday. My housekeeper wasn't going to pass up a chance to chat with Tomek and Jocelyn told us she was always up early so she'd be able to make it before church. Amanda promised to set a plate at the breakfast table for them.

“Rohan I'm sorry we had to postpone your trip another week.” Catherine said. “The boys had the last say and decided to wait another week so we could get you into the gym for two full weeks. This is really important.”

“Dad you could have gotten in two weeks by staying here this week but we wanted you and Tim to have some alone time together.” Dylan said. “Now that we're homeschooling it is not that big a deal to make these changes.”

“You and Tim will also get some alone time on the trip because we will have studying to do.” Adam said. “We don't mind but if you could extend the trip a few days so we can play in the afternoons a little more that would be great.”

“Leslie can chat with our travel agent and your moms to see what they can work out. We'll only do it if they agree.” I said. “The three of you will have to convince Tim to agree to extending our trip.”

“I'll accept massages after my workouts with Catherine as a reason to extend my trip.” Tim said. “Obviously getting to spend more time banging Rohan in England isn't reason enough. That's more like hard work. Talk about a workout.”

Adam and Morgan asked if they could spend the night with us. Tim agreed when they promised to help prepare my medicine. Morgan agreed because poisoning me was certain to get the three of them spanked. Juliet agreed with Adam frequent use of the long paddle would keep it supple and extend its life. When Jocelyn accepted the leftovers my housekeeper had packed Jocelyn proved she was equally comfortable giving a lady a long kiss of thanks. Eddie blushed when Jocelyn told him a handsome man like him had no reason to worry about gaining weight from all this good food. I assured Eddie the joint he had given me was safe and I'd give it to Peter's Tush. Jocelyn promised she'd give Patricia a call about visiting the orphanage. She said Eddie would be happy to look at their sound system. They wouldn't be happy to take payment for it she told me firmly.

Tracy gave them a lift home with some of our other guests. My housekeepers would be over early to pack my bag and see us off. Sophie let me know J would be helping her prepare breakfast for us. I told Tim that Peter's Tush lived above the restaurant so going over early wouldn't be a problem. Surprisingly enough Tim was eager to get to our bed and breakfast to start on the books we'd ordered. While Tim, Adam and Morgan prepared my medicine I gave Patricia a quick call. I let her know to expect a call from Jocelyn. Patricia told me volunteer chefs were always welcome and she was certain Petersen could help Eddie learn to cook. She was confident Eddie would agree if she told him it would be very nice to cook Jocelyn a meal. Patricia thanked me again for the music. I quickly drank my medicine and took the boys upstairs.

“Ouch! Oh, god!” Morgan cried as the paddle landed firmly across their three cute asses. “The guys on each side of me like it hard, Rohan. What have I done?”

“Fallen into bad company.” I said calmly without interrupting the spanking. “Don't worry I'll kiss it better.”

“Ow! Ouch! That could take a fucking week.” Morgan said. “Almost done? Thank the gods. Yeow!”

Piggy in the middle always got fucked so I mounted Morgan moments after setting the paddle aside. I squeezed a cheek on each side of me firmly as I fucked Morgan. Slamming into him while holding tightly to the other two asses was perfect.

“You two better not get off before I say so.” I warned twisting the handful of flesh I was holding.

“Then don't do that again, Dad.” Adam begged. “That's fucking hot!”

“Speaking of hot roll over Morgan.” I said slipping out of his ass. “I want to watch you cum.”

“And lick me clean.” Morgan said with a smile. “Oh, jerking me off is good.”

“Tim needs his beauty sleep so I'm rushing things.” I said leaning forward to kiss him.

Morgan was a beautiful sight with cum spraying over his body. I kept my hold on two handfuls of ass when we climaxed together. Tim and Adam fed me their loads before I licked Morgan clean. The two of them playfully dragged me off Morgan by my ankles. Morgan took hold of my upper body while the other two lifted me by my legs. They carried me to the shower. Tim and Adam used their free hands to spank me on the way.

Early the next morning the three of them fed me their loads. They wouldn't let me do anything else but suck them. I was finishing off the second round when Dylan arrived. Adam climbed off the bed and gave Dylan a kiss before leaving the bedroom. Tim and Morgan kissed Dylan and left as well. Tim told the two of us Dylan hadn't received a spanking like the three of them. Dylan was happy for me to use the hairbrush next to the bed. I was more than happy to have him pinned between my legs as I spanked him. Pulling him tight against me I let his hip press firmly against my erection. My cock twitched every time he squirmed beneath the brush.

Dylan got a very sound thrashing that morning. His first load made a sticky mess on my thigh early into the spanking. I ignored it. My son's ass was a very deep red when I finally set the brush down. The entire surface of his cheeks was a cherry red. Bending him over the foot of the bed I fucked him hard and fast. What a pleasure to fuck a bubble butt so small my hand could stretch across both cheeks. When the sobs of pain changed to groans of pleasure I almost lost control.

“Dad, I'm close. So fucking close.” Dylan warned. “Turn me over.”

“No fucking way.” I said. “Your ass looks so hot. Hold on a moment.”

Reaching between his legs I cupped my hand in front of his cock. Acceptable losses I told myself. The feel of his cum landing on my palm drove me over the edge. I was pumping cum into him before he finished emptying his balls. A tear streaked but happy Dylan hugged me tight. Tim poked his head into the room and warned us he'd only been able to buy us five minutes with Tracy. She wanted to pack my bags. Dylan walked over to Tim, took his face in his hands and kissed him soundly.

“Dad's going to give you a thank you spanking from me tomorrow night at nine Tim.” Dylan said. “I'll be spanking the other two. Thank you Tim. I really, really needed that. Come on, Dad, let's get into the shower before I start crying again.”

Tracy checked in on us but when she saw us standing naked and hugging she closed the bathroom door without saying a word. When we made it to the breakfast table she kissed the top of Dylan's head and gave him an Irish coffee. Before he took a sip Dylan kissed the other two scurvy knaves and let them know of our Saturday night plans. Morgan thanked me for suggesting tomorrow night and not tonight. Adam told Dylan he wasn't the only one who had ended up with a cherry red butt.

“I can eat my breakfast biscuits around you, Son.” I said to Dylan as I lifted him on my lap. “Tracy made an exception and gave you an Irish coffee. I'm making an exception and letting you sit on my lap today. That's if you don't mind.”

“No, Dad, I don't mind at all.” Dylan said leaning back against me “Thank you, Tracy. I'm glad you went light on the whiskey.”

Sophie smiled when she stepped out the kitchen and saw us. She kissed us both. Tracy took a picture for her. All too soon breakfast was over. Frederick showed me where to sign and made copies on our printer. Feeling a little tender I got us moving towards the door as quickly as possible. We gave Frederick a lift to the office. I took some time to sit with Tim in my garden and regain my composure. Maybe I'm not seeing it in the right perspective but it seems like I don't spend enough time with each of you I told Tim. When I said I messed up our honeymoon Tim threatened to take me over his knee. He told me to call Leslie before we left the garden.

“We need to get moving. Peter's Tush will insist on us staying for lunch.” I said handing him the keys. “You do know how to drive don't you? That's good enough for me.”

The navigation system gave Tim precise instructions so I was able to relax and chat with Leslie. She told me she'd need to think about it and gather some information. Before agreeing to call her on Monday I asked Tim if it was okay. We all agreed investing an hour was a small price to pay for having a relaxed, happy Rohan the rest of the time.

“Gnarly's brought us breakfast B.” a skinny old man with dreadlocks stuffed under a knitted hat called out.

“Still alive and drinking I see, Tush. Wonders will never end.” I said hugging him.

“Who ever heard of a man being dead and drinking, Mon?” Peter asked me. “Got yourself a chauffeur today. Business must be good.”

“Business isn't bad but I married this one.” I said with a smile.

“Even if you got hitched to him you should get paid for getting into a car with him.” Peter said. “Pleased to meet you Tim. What's he doing with a joint? Seen the light at last?”

“He can explain while he eats.” a large lady said wrapping me in a bear hug. “I swear you are getting thinner with every minute you stand there. What's this I hear about you getting married? Good tactic to marry him young before he knows any better. I'm Beatrice but call me B. B for big because Jah couldn't pack all this love into a small package. Peter you touch my bottle and I'll beat you into the middle of next month. Thank you Gnarly for remembering. Tim it's my favorite but Peter's too cheap to treat me right. I'd send him back to his Mom but I like her.”

“Look at the size of her?” Peter said. “I'd have to buy that stuff by the cask to slake her thirst. Don't worry Gnarly there's three pots of food going. Enough for your snack.”

“B there's a young couple from Jamaica who will be coming for dinner. They're friends.” I said as we headed to the kitchen.

“They're getting engaged.” Tim added.

“Oh, how sweet. Peter you better not ruin that meal or there will be nothing sweet about what I do to your scrawny hide.” B warned. “Jocelyn and Eddie. Do you think she will say yes, Tim?”

“She already has.” Tim said with a smile. “Tracy is paying for the dinner as a gift. Tracy is Rohan's secretary and part-time housekeeper and a very good friend to us both.”

“Why haven't I met this girl?” B asked sliding bowls in front of us. “You've only just met her? You've had time if you've known her for a month.”

“He might have been a little distracted adopting two sons.” Tim said and I bowed my head.

“Two sons? Rohan I'll use your hide as the sail on the boat I send Peter home in.” B said. “Eat! I'll be talking for a while.”

B kept her promise to talk for a while. A very, very long while. The monologue went from not being told to not getting a picture to not meting the boys to not being able to give them a gift to me leaving town and not being able to see them for a week to the moment she is out of sight I forget about all we went through. Clever Tim was able to enjoy the food, the scolding and get Tracy to sit the boys in front of a camera all at the same time. He kept the video off so they could listen to the scolding. Then he took pity on me and held his phone up to her.

“Hi B!” the boys said loudly. “Morgan. Adam and Dylan.”

“Mad. Fitting. Must be if they spend time with Gnarly.” Peter declared puffing on his joint.

“Hi Peter's Tush.” Dylan said.

“I'll be Peter-Rohan's-Tush-kicker soon.” Peter said. “Rohan you're only on your fourth bowl. Don't appreciate good cooking anymore?”

“Rohan told us he'd adopted two.” B said. “Yes it is nice to know who you will marry when you are young. Who's Tracy? Tim tells me you are taking care of Rohan. Adam have you had lunch yet? Good. Tracy call a cab and bring them over. Rohan we will be talking about you so you can take your honey to the hotel when you get done with lunch. Two more bowls. Eating will be a lot harder with me in your lap. Tracy how long on that cab? Good. I'll go freshen up.”

“That's polite for gargling with rum.” Peter translated almost getting knocked off his feet to the delight of the boys.

“See you boys soon. Rohan eat!” B said. “I'll freshen up after I see you off. You're only meant to play skeleton on Halloween not every day of the year. Tim you need to get him to work up more of an appetite before he leaves the bed. I think you need another bowl as well. Peter make those handsome boys some dessert while we wait. Gnarly you better visit me when you get back. Yes I'll take good care of Eddie and Jocelyn. Treat them like my own. I promise.”

“Jah help them.” Peter said and quickly ducked beneath an open-handed blow. “I meant because they're getting married.”

“Fast thinking.” Tim said. “Must be the adrenaline rush.”

“Fear lends wings to the mind.” I said hugging B and lifting her off her feet. “I've missed you Big Mama. Thanks for the snack and don't believe everything those scurvy knaves tell you.”

“We won't believe a single one of the good things.” Peter promised waving his joint at me. “Don't forget to bring a bottle or two when you visit. Rohan you've never forgotten but that's because I always remind you. I'll make them bananas in rum. Gnarly there's no such thing as too much rum. Go! I've got cooking to do. Where's did I put my bottle?”

“Is Petersen the only sober chef among you?” Tim asked as we left.

“Yes but we're working on getting him past that handicap.” I said wrapping an arm around Tim.

We drove for three hours to the bed and breakfast. The front desk clerk was wonderfully surprised when Tim stepped up to pay for our stay. She let us know she had a son two years older than Tim. She laughed when Tim asked if he was also married. Hopefully not for a few years more she said handing us our key. Tim had us stop to book a table at the adjoining restaurant before we went to our room so I knew exactly how much time I had to satisfy him. Later Tim told me it was interesting to sit down at a dinner table well satisfied.

After dinner Tim couldn't resist calling the boys to find out how they'd enjoyed lunch. Dylan had feared he'd suffocate in B's magnificent chest. Adam told Tim he'd got tipsy from her breath. Morgan declared it the best lunch he'd had in a long while. Tracy swore the bananas had drowned trying to swim out of the pool of rum in each plate. The boys had barely recovered from their lunchtime dessert in time for dinner. Quick-thinking Tracy had purchased two more bottles of rum on the way to the restaurant as a gift from the boys. B told them about finding me living on the streets. The boys understood it was not something to go into now or maybe not for a long time. Where Genta was my dad B was my mother I said and that is where we left it. I made certain we chatted about pleasant stuff before we ended the call. The magnificent views from our room of the valley. How comfortable and clean our rooms were. How much we'd enjoyed dinner at the restaurant. My Lady sang the boys a song because it was the best reassurance I could give.

My sweet Tim never asked a question when the call ended. He took me by the hand and led me on a walk through the garden. When we returned to our room he pushed me backward on the bed and undressed me. Then he made love me to me way too tenderly than a fifteen year old should make love. This love-making continued for the entire weekend. Somehow we made it out to meals or ordered food delivered from the restaurant. You will have to forgive me but these memories are some of the most precious I have of Tim. Memories I kept even from the boys. What I remember most is the sound of Tim's laughter. A joy he brought to the sex and not one he took from it. Gladly he gave and he accepted.

Our love deepened during the interludes. The lying together. Our tender touches between love-making. Washing each other in the shower or after a long soak in the tub. We watched the valley as the sun passed over it. That was the only show we needed. There is a limit to how much time one can spend in bed even with a boy as wonderful as Tim. When we woke on Monday I invited Tim to join me for a jog. He pulled a pillow over his head and told me he'd get his exercise in when I returned.

“People expect newlyweds to spend a lot of time in bed I'm told.” Tim said unfazed by the teasing from our fellow guests who commented they only saw us at mealtimes. “On our first honeymoon things came up so we never got to stick much with tradition. Yes it was an incredible week but this time we thought we'd try to enjoy a more traditional honeymoon. Then we can compare the two and decide which we prefer or mix a little from each.”

He chatted with the others about how we'd taken a break to help at the orphanage between our two honeymoons. A business partner and dear friend had established it so we couldn't miss being there I explained. One of the guests was a retired doctor who lived opposite my apartment building. She volunteered to help because she was a widower and her children lived out-of-state. I promised to pass on her contact information to Patricia. We made plans to meet for dinner at the restaurant.

We were exploring the gardens when Leslie called. I admitted our appointment had completely slipped my mind. The weekend was magnificent I told her. Leslie sensed my reticence so asked no more questions. The boys had only told her B had shared some stuff about a rough patch in my life and she wanted to remind me she was there to talk to when the time was right. I thanked her for her patience. She promised to kiss the boys for being so sweet in voicing their concerns.

Jocelyn had charmed Tomek yesterday morning. My housekeeper had made his day by asking if he'd help Emily decorate the property manager's home on my new land and the chapter house for the monks using his new books. The two Rastafarian monks of the Order had calmly lit a joint in the church while they introduced themselves. Eddie was speechless but had joined in not to cause offense. The boys had politely declined even though Sophie had said they were welcome to try it. The monks had invited Eddie and Jocelyn to join them for dinner one night next week.

Leslie told me it had been good for everybody to share their memories of Genta. Most had cried again when they watched the video of Genta's passing. The boys were right in thinking I wouldn't mind Jocelyn and Eddie seeing the video and they had turned off the sound to keep the chanting secret. Dylan had shown them his small replica of my wedding gift from Tim. Naturally Jocelyn and Eddie had stayed for dinner. When Jocelyn had jokingly asked if the boys expected them to sleep on the couch Adam had told her they were hoping they would join them in bed. J had given them a ride home Leslie assured me.

After our check-in we got around to the purpose of our call. The boys workout and other physical play would be a minimum of one hour a day Leslie began. Other outdoor stuff we did like cycling, hiking or running would be extra exercise but this structured workout time was important. Initially this hour would combine working out with stretching, yoga and Tai Chi. When they got fitter the workouts would get longer and eventually the stretching, yoga and Tai Chi would be separated. Ideally the boys will do stretching in the morning and weights in the afternoon Lao advised. Daizan suggested thirty minutes of meditation before their stretching. I told Leslie splitting it into two thirty minute segments would make it easier to work around.

Schooling would be five hours a day but would effectively take five and a half hours with a break. She said the boys could do schoolwork for an hour twice a day while I prepared breakfast and dinner. They would do three hours from ten until one with a thirty minute break in the middle. They would be busy with schoolwork Monday through Friday but if we had a trip or were traveling the school week could start on a Sunday to free up the Friday or run Tuesday through Saturday if we were returning on a Monday.

Leslie told me I could spend the time the boys were doing schoolwork taking care of errands or hanging out with Tim. We would have a few hours each afternoon for me to spend with one of the boys while Tim got to do stuff with the other two. I could spend two days a week with each boy and we'd have an entire day to spend together each week. Leslie was planning on chatting to the boys about the sexual side of our relationship and asked if I wanted in on these chats. I was pretty confident I could work around whatever the boys came up with but suggested she mention if they wanted me to arrange something special I'd need to know ahead of time. There are two of us now to consider I added. Leslie told me the boys would be chatting to Tim when they had a clearer idea of how things were shaping up with them.

This would be how most of the year would unfold. The boys would get breaks along with the regular school holidays. When they were spending time with their moms it would give me time to do something with Tim. We'd discuss how to divide the other time with the boys and Tim later. One step at a time Leslie advised. I thanked her for at least getting it started so I could feel comfortable with things. We would devote the two weeks before we left to giving this a trial run and making any adjustments before I left. All that would change would be the place and the afternoon activities on our trip. I promised Leslie I'd share this with Tim and email any comments or suggestions to her.

“I really need a drink, my Love.” I said. “Let me go grab a couple from the bar and bring them out here to us.”

The bartender allowed me to bring out the gin and tonic because they looked like regular soda drinks. I'd asked Tim to wait in the garden or else he might find the gin missing from his drink. Tim thought the schedule for the boys was tough but well-balanced. He would wait to hear from the boys after their chat with Leslie. Tim smiled when he told me he needed to know all the details of the sexual conspiracy before he could accurately assess things. I told Tim it was too close to lunch to get started on the gardening project and suggested a walk, lunch, sex and then settle down with the books and some rum.

A laughing Tim told me he'd won our race back to the restaurant so he would be fucking me after lunch. I had to agree it was wise not to mention a bet until you had won the race back to the restaurant. Just because you didn't mention the bet beforehand doesn't mean it didn't exist I told him. When your ass is literally on the line silence seems prudent Tim added. I laughed as Tim laid it on thick with the hostess at the restaurant. He conjured up such a tale of woe about our walk it was a miracle he survived. Even the deer we met were ferocious, demonic beasts. Only the thought of missing out on the delicious food they served here kept him going Tim declared. I added if a little gin for medicinal purposes found its way into his tonic water we wouldn't say a word.

“No need for a menu.” Tim said. “We'll have the next best thing to you. Now, my Love, how long did we decide the victor got to spend in bed with the loser?”

“Three minutes.” I said.

“Huh, you can't rush a kiss in less than seven.” Tim said. “I'm sure you meant to say thirty-three.”

“Possibly or maybe I confused it with three score.” I offered.

“Done at three score.” Tim said with a smile. “Oh, here's our angel with my tonic water. I hope you put something extra in the old coot's tonic water because he lost a bet and is all mine for an hour after lunch.”

“Did he bet you wouldn't survive the walk?” our hostess asked with a smile. “Maybe you should wait until tomorrow when you're fully recovered before claiming your prize.”

“A little hydration and the fine food you serve will work miracles.” Tim said. “Claiming my prize will replace those terrible memories with good ones. The sooner the better. No idea what we ordered. I let the waiter decide since he wasn't on the menu. True we don't want to leave you short-staffed. Maybe we'll return at the end of his shift and see if he's on the dessert menu.”

“We still have four days here.” I reminded Tim. “Let's not rush into snacking on the waiters just yet. You have your assessment with Catherine early Saturday morning. I have my first workout with her at the gym after your assessment.”

Tim chatted about how excited he was to get started on his workout routine Monday. The boys will be happy to take you shopping for workout clothes on the weekend I assured him. I wanted him to spend some time with them. Maybe see a movie or do a lunch date or both. Nobody was seeing me working out apart from Tracy until the following week. Tracy was only allowed because she had seen the previous workouts and could help me assess my fitness. Tim didn't believe I'd give him the opportunity to model the workout clothes for me. He predicted the moment he got naked I'd snag him and have my wicked way with him before he put on a single item of workout clothing.

The handsome waiter of ours had decided the next best thing on the menu was the chicken fajitas. Tim thanked him and ordered a second plate for me. My mate decided the fajitas were the best he'd ever eaten. He mourned the fact we couldn't do tequila shots with them. I reminded him he still had a prize to claim. A second tonic with a little medicine would be enough of a celebration I decided. Tim asked me if I was feeling ill because I was only having two. We had root beer floats for dessert. Our hostess told us to have fun. Tim was kind enough to say having me was always fun. Sometimes being had isn't too bad I agreed with her. She told us she'd see us tonight. The doctor had called in a reservation for the three of us.

“Come on, my Love. We've still got studying to do this afternoon.” Tim said tugging on my hand. “Starting with my study of you. Rub-a-dub-dub two guys in a tub / And who do you think they be? / A Gramps so glad and a horny lad/ Enjoying some sodomy.”

I laughed and pulled him tight against me. Tim teased me by saying he knew I loved him now but what about when he reached the rip old age of twenty? I told him I'd still be falling in love with him. My sweet answer was going to get me rewarded with a paddling in said tub. Tim was full of surprises when we got back to our room. He asked me to place some coke in the ice-bucket and set in on the balcony with the rum. I thought we'd enjoy a drink or two in the tub. What wasn't too surprising was his eagerness to get on with the spanking and sex.

“Spanking your soapy ass will be another first my Love.” Tim said as his hands applied a liberal amount of soap.

The round soaking tub had a tiled ledge and stairs surrounding it. Ideal for candles, drinks or placing your hands while you got spanked. What I found surprising was how much being with Tim transformed everything into a more enjoyable experience. True a spanking didn't need much help to become an enjoyable experience. I found the blows comforting. There was a sense of rightness to being here in this moment bent forward and being spanked. This was a time to remain motionless and receive. Tim needed complete control. This was his time to give. Later when he mounted me I could give back. Smiling slightly I realized I'd get into less trouble receiving gifts if I applied my wisdom when it came to sex to my everyday life. Tim interpreted the smile as my enjoyment of the spanking and put a little more force in the blows.

“Kneel, Scoundrel. I'm done blistering your ass.” Tim said from directly behind me. “There's a fire I need to quench.”

“Yes, the one in my ass.” I said sliding down to kneel on the seat.

“Take care of your own fires Scoundrel.” Tim told me sliding into me. “I'm quenching the one in my groin. Fucking hell! Your ass is so tight. I love it. I love you.”

“Since you insist I quench it.” I said squeezing down and trapping his cock inside of me.

“Quench not clench, Scoundrel!” Tim said slapping my ass.

“Not fair stoking the fire.” I said while keeping my ass tight around Tim's throbbing cock. “Good to have you where you belong.”

Tim growled and managed to drag his cock backward. I relaxed to let him back in and clenched down again. On the third time I eased up a little and Tim was able to settle into a good free-flowing rhythm. I relaxed and let him do the work of making me feel good. One thing I'd learned about Tim was how he said very little during sex. When he wasn't being spanked. There was the groan of pleasure and grunts with the occasional “I love you” but Tim was a focused fucker. You got all his attention and effort every fucking time. I focused on getting just the right amount of pressure on his cock.

“That's my load, Scoundrel. Ride it out!” Tim commanded slapping my hand as I grabbed my cock.

The he deliberately set about making it as challenging as possible for me to keep control. Tim thoroughly enjoyed making me squirm through his orgasm. I got my revenge by stuffing his mouth full of cock. Before Tim got around to it I thrust a finger up my ass to speed up my orgasm. Tim couldn't protest because he was busy trying to arrange the flesh in his mouth. Never letting him get settled I released my load.

“You wanted it Beloved. Now drink!” I said gleefully giving in to my delayed physical pleasure.

I loved the fact Tim looked up at me with a big smile when he finished choking down my cum. Reaching down I pulled him up and kissed him. We washed and dressed in robes. Then Tim led me out on the balcony and sat on my lap with a drink in hand. This was exactly how he wanted the rest of the hour to play out he told me snuggling against me. I draped my arms around him and gazed out over his shoulder at the valley. Such a lovely view I thought. We continued to sit sipping our rum and coke after the hour ran out.

“Better get started on our studying.” I whispered and stood up with him in my arms.

Water was the key to winning this bet. I knew this without any doubt. What I didn't know yet was how to set up the conservation and irrigation systems. There are ways of creating micro-climates that include humidity and increased precipitation I told Tim so let's start with our topographical map and see what we can do. Two hours after we started I asked Tim if he could track down Sanne and see if we could have a quick Skype call. While Tim got hold of Sanne I mixed us a rum and soda.

“Hi Sanne. Hi Bram.” I greeted them. “Sanne there's a lot to learn but I'm focusing on the water aspects of it. When I've got this right I will worry about soil and the vegetable beds. The main reason for the call is to see how soon we will know what land we have purchased? I'm working on swales and trenches to capture rain and snow melt. This isn't difficult because I know the slope. I can't do anything about the soil until I know which parcels of land to test.”

“Wincenty has been in touch with the government officials up north.” Bram said. “Tomorrow the surveyors will go out and map the land for the garden. This is land we know we will be able to buy. The surveyors will also map out six farms. I think it will be best if we keep a piece of land separate for the processing plant and chapter house. Unfortunately we won't know until Wednesday or Thursday.”

“We might be able to get you a tentative outline of the farms and garden Wednesday afternoon or Thursday morning with the time difference.” Sanne said. “I don't think it will take too long to find six farmers willing to move south. This should all be finalized by the end of the week. Wincenty is going to sit down with two prospective candidates to manage the vegetable garden. One is Natalia's cousin.”

“Thank you for taking care of this and giving me this time with Tim.” I said. “We've had a lot of time together. We'll be back on Friday so if you have the tentative map ready this week I will have two weeks to get things started in Poland.”

Sanne was kind enough to chat with us about what we'd learned. She looked at the map and answered some of our questions. Tim asked her advice on some fruit trees to plant on the edge of our trenches. He made a note of some of her suggestions. Sanne left it to us to figure out why she'd recommended these particular trees. Tim said this was the friendliest competition he'd ever been involved in. Bram told us there was little sense in trying to hide things when the eco-systems were identical and we'd be growing almost the same crop. Sanne added it was more about the yield and learning than anything else. Tim agreed it was hard being competitive with a big softy like me. Even the wagers I make were to help others Bram pointed out.

Tim warned them if they thought I wasn't competitive they'd be in for a shock. Sanne said she knew that from watching me play Frisbee with the monks and my sparring. Tim thanked them for the chat and told them we had a dinner date with a retired doctor. There's also a handsome waiter Tim wants to devour I added. Sanne told me Lawrence would be at the hotel the next couple of days if I wanted to get hold of him. Tim playfully tried to get me reveal the reason behind that comment. I ended the call and opened his robe. A good blowjob proved effective at making him stop his efforts to discover my secret.

I insisted we dress smartly for our dinner. This is an opportunity to dress nicely for a lady who is old enough to appreciate it I told Tim and I wasn't going to miss the opportunity. Smart casual with the emphasis on smart for both of us I decided. I even called Lawrence to check we had it right before we stepped out of the room. Lawrence suggested we add a jacket to our outfit to emphasize the smart. I thanked him for his help. He laughed when I said I was asking him for a good time to chat in front of Tim because it would drive Tim wild with curiosity.

Being a typical teenager Tim was more curious about what we'd have for dinner than my chat with Lawrence. He offered suggestions as we made our way to the reception area to meet Dr. Deidre. She was kind enough to let us buy a round of drinks in thanks. I went over to chat with our hostess about what rum they stocked. There was the standard run-of-the-mill stuff so I asked about the bourbon. They had some pretty decent bourbons. Our hostess appreciated my efforts to keep Tim's drinks disguised but she was comfortable serving us all a bourbon and soda if I wanted. I leaned in and kissed her cheek. Two doubles and a single Blanton's with soda I said with glee. She told me I was a bigger kid than Tim. I warned her she was asking for another kiss. She got this kiss in before me. Tim teased me about kissing and being kissed by a pretty lady. When he learned he was able to relax with a bourbon and soda during dinner he vowed to kiss her as well. I explained about the rum being below par for a lovely lady like Dr. Deidre. She laughed and let us know she grew up in Tennessee so she was very familiar with bourbon. Dr. Deidre suggested we try some Wild Turkey Kentucky Spirit a little later.

“We'll have the next best thing to you on the dinner menu this time.” Tim said when the same waiter took our order.

Dr. Deidre laughed and had to have the same. This time I ordered us a large salad to share before the main course. Our hostess placed some bread on our table when she returned with our drinks. She smiled and kissed Tim's cheek when he asked if he could give her a thank you kiss for the drink. Behave and we'll allow you another she said. Dr. Deidre asked her to check if they had some Kentucky Spirit while we finished our first round.

I left Tim to chat about how Lao and Mu were working with Dr. Phyllis to help the children stay healthy with natural supplements. When he told her he had brought some medicinal herbs for me with us I made a gagging sound. She smiled and told us she believed it was the taste of natural remedies that made most people choose to take a pill. I told her I could understand. Honey and vanilla help with the taste I told her. Tim also mentioned how there were volunteers helping the kids get exercise. Dr. Deidre promised to chat with a friend about volunteering. Her friend was a retired psychologist. Even with counselors sixty children is too much to expect one psychologist to handle.

The two of them laughed when Tim recounted how I'd stripped for my exam completely forgetting about the bruises from my spanking the day before. I hadn't forgotten I told them. This was to help the kids get through their physical exams so if I faced some awkward questions it hardly mattered. Dr. Deidre suggested it was the sight of my bruised butt that would have convinced a lot of the kids I was on their side.

Dr. Deidre and I exchanged a smile when dinner arrived at our table. Despite having two opportunities to serve the most expensive item on the menu our water had chosen what he honestly thought was the best. He hadn't asked how we like our steaks but served them right on the cusp of medium well. Tim took two bites to adjust to the pink but since it was so tender he soon set about devouring his meal. Our waiter brought us our Kentucky Spirit with soda a few minutes later and he promised to pass on our compliments to the chef. I thanked Dr. Deidre for introducing me to a very pleasant bourbon. We weren't allowed to leave the table without enjoying dessert. My only stipulation for dessert was a good pie with some vanilla ice-cream. Warmed apple pie with ice-cream arrived a few minutes later.

Tim suggested a walk before we retired. He took Dr. Deidre by the hand and they led the way out toward the valley. Tim shared my garden wager with her. She wasn't a gardener but thought it would be lovely to see how our gardens developed. Things had taken on a life of their own I agreed. A simple shop to help a friend had become two gardens, six farms, a second meat shop and an export business. Tim was glad I'd learned to delegate and allow others to help before this had snowballed. Naturally Tim invited Dr. Deidre to join us for dinner at the apartment before we left on our trip. She assured us she'd be here for the next week. I asked if she'd allow us to buy her dinner Thursday which was our last night. When we stepped inside our room I told Tim that dinner could be on me because it wasn't just the two of us.

“My Love, I've worked at the bed and breakfast for two years.” Tim said. “I never had to spend any of my pay because those two British hooligans of yours insisted on an allowance as well as what I earned. The paid for my schooling, my clothing and all my living expenses. Thank you for the offer and if I need it I will use our joint account to pay for our stay but I think I've got this covered.”

“I'm glad you have the cellphone work and our Polish venture to help you generate an income because you are no longer going to make money at the bed and breakfast.” I said. “There wouldn't be much point in offering you an allowance or a share of my money. You wouldn't accept it. I even had to let Amanda and Sophie set the allowance for the boys or they'd have turned down my offer. I'd suggested $250 each.”

“Let me guess that was $250 per week.” Tim said as we undressed. “What did they settle on? $50 per week seems fair. I'm glad you had Leslie around to help you handle the disappointment.”

“Huh. Any more comments like that and you'll be on a fifty pence weekly allowance.” I said slipping under the covers. “Watching your prepare my tea naked from the comfort of our bed is no less than I deserve. I have to drink the stuff.”

We barely made it in to breakfast on time the next morning. Another long walk to work up an appetite before lunch. Tim told our hostess it was a lean time for the deer who were getting more ferocious. A medicinal tonic or two would definitely help soothe his nerves. This time our waiter just brought us our food. Lasagna with garlic bread and a Caesar salad. Two servings of lasagna for me. Tim boldly commented how unfair it was for him to have to help me work off my calories by having sex while he was still so full. His comment was within earshot of our waiter who blushed. I told Tim that was why we only had dessert with dinner. All you have to do today is grin and bear it which requires hardly any effort at all. Tim responded by saying to bare it he had to remove six items of clothing. Of course our waiter agrees with you that stripping is a workout I said. He was looking at the tip before you asked his opinion. Timing is everything Tim said cheerfully as he led me from the restaurant.

Our studies continued for a couple of hours. Then we snuggled under the covers to watch a baseball game. The season was finally getting interesting as the playoffs approached. We still had our own drinks so I called the front desk to ask if they could recommend a good restaurant that delivered. I learned the restaurant would send food up to our room. The cute waiter with short brown hair knows our order I assured her. Tim called me a spoilsport when I insisted he put on a robe to answer the door. The wonderful lad had even included chocolate mousse for dessert. Tim slipped our dessert in the small fridge and hopped into bed. Our main meal was chicken and dumplings. We left the TV tuned to the sports channel and were soon watching a second game. Whatever was on the TV was not really important. Lying in bed with Tim was all that mattered. Giving him a sound goodnight fuck became important a little later.

On Wednesday we went in to the nearby town to restock our soda water and cola supplies. I also picked up a bottle of Kentucky Spirit for us. The store owner didn't have a case but he could get some delivered before we left Friday morning. I thanked him and promised to collect it on our way home. Later in the afternoon we headed out for a walk and bumped into our waiter in the lobby. He asked if he could have a quick word with Tim. I told him his timing was perfect because I had to place a private call. Tim told me he'd wait for me in the garden when they finished chatting. I headed back up to our room to call Lawrence.

“Your cellphone has a good enough camera.” Lawrence told me when he'd looked up my phone online. “Take a few pictures and text them to me.”

Lawrence guided me through the basics of picture composition. I didn't need to get the pictures to look professional. What I wanted was some good basic guidelines to help me capture our stay here and while on holiday. Lawrence suggested I let Tracy take me around the city to teach me a little more before we left. I was hesitant to have Lawrence use his software to improve my next set of pictures but he told me he would make subtle changes. Richard said the pictures would still be ones I'd taken. Besides Richard said he needed to get a massage this evening and playing with my pictures would keep Lawrence and Lindsey out of trouble.

Tim told me he'd be happy to chat with our handsome waiter for a while longer. He warned me not to take too long because the chatting might lead to kissing which would lead... well I knew where it would lead didn't I? I laughed, kissed him and pulled him over the table for a few swats. Tim was laughing when I left them. Lawrence responded quickly with some suggestions for the pictures of the valley. There was a tree that looked interesting and a close-up or two would be good. Try to get closer to the deer and elk he told me. I took a picture of our balcony from beneath it. A few pictures from the inside and outside of the restaurant. The lobby to our bed and breakfast. All quickly sent to Lawrence thanks to his guidance in using my smart phone. The boys were waiting for me to join them so we could go grab some root beer floats.

“Very perceptive.” Tim complimented me when I said root beer floats added calories and we were going for a walk to shed some. “I'll let you work off those calories by fucking me later. I may even lose a calorie or two myself. Rohan this is Bryce. Bryce meet Rohan. Our floats are on Bryce, my Love.”

“Pleased to meet you Bryce. Thank you, Bryce.” I said with a smile.

Bryce carried our floats back to the garden. The receptionist, Charlotte, stopped by our table and we learned Bryce was her son. She laughed when I said if he was pestering us she'd have found him draped over my knee. After our floats Bryce followed us to the lobby to chat with his mom. We continued on our shortened walk. Tim theatrically jumped into my arms when we saw our first deer. About a mile further on we came across a forest crew. Thanks to his new interest in gardening Tim had to ask them what they were doing. They became very interested when he shared how trenches cut across the slope would catch rainwater and help prevent soil erosion by reducing the force of the water. Tim promised to look up more information on soil erosion and call the crew leader tonight after dinner.

The moment we got out of sight of the work gang Tim was placing an order for copies of our gardening books. They would be delivered to the bed and breakfast. This is a donation to a state park official so I should get a tax refund Tim told me. Even if I didn't I was glad to give back to this wonderful piece land where we have made such wonderful memories. I pulled him in among the trees for a blowjob. When I was refastening his pants Tim asked me to remind me about the dangers of doing nice things around me. I explained that would be counter-productive. Later our hostess at dinner would laugh when Tim announced he'd managed to avoid being eaten by the deer but not me.

The crew leader thanked Tim for his advice and the gift of the books. There were people he could call at the local college to discuss options for ground cover to avoid planting an invasive plant. He'd never been able to do this before because he hadn't known the names of the plants. Tim called Sanne and added a few more books to the order. Two on forest management and one on invasive plants. She told Tim she couldn't have offered the guy better advice. A beaming Tim told me he deserved a reward so I fucked him.