TRAVELER
Chapter 284

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Traveler Chapter 284     Ugitsiha led Mrs. Harris over to the house with our three youngest sons in tow. Yuri stayed with me and the Tsalagi brothers. Roddy kept his arm around Cyrus Hill as we headed on up the path to Aqua Caliente where we were going to place Wynn Harris and his brother, Akin, into the water.     Wynn's withered legs would not carry him so Clayton ducked into the woods and transformed himself into his pale horse persona. He stepped out onto the path as we exited the railhead and the boys helped Wynn onto Clayton's back. RD mounted the horse's back to hold the frail youngster in place for the trek to the hot springs. The years of his body fighting wasting palsy have left Wynn emaciated. The twelve year old boy is thirteen months younger than his brother, Cyrus, but he looks as if he is no older than eight or nine years old. I prayed to my Father that Wynn's health would improve and that he might be able to enjoy the normal life that God intended for him to have.     Wes and Mike had rushed on ahead of us so that they could divert the hot water coming from the deep underground spring into the concrete spa that I had built a couple of years previously. Mike placed the gate to allow cold water from the stream that ran off from the waterfall where Cory had installed the giant turbines that provide dependable electricity to Camp Christopher and to the Apache Indian village far to the north of my large land holdings. Cory is a hero to the villagers because of the ceaseless abundance of power that provides them with power for their lighting, air conditioning, and refrigerators.     A call came from dispatch to inform me that Mrs. Hill and her boyfriend were in custody and that Cyrus's younger sister had been transported to the hospital after being seriously hurt in the sexual assault from the boyfriend. I informed dispatch that I would have a statement from an eyewitness to the rape later in the afternoon and signed off. I walked over to Roddy and Cyrus to tell them that Cyrus's sister was safe and in the hospital to be checked out. I told the boy that we would go to see her during visiting hours later that evening. He smiled at me and said, "Thanks."     My brothers all protested when I stepped into the water, they don't want to have to start changing diapers on me. I don't believe that the waters of Aqua Caliente are really a fountain of youth, but then I can't explain how all of those that have entered that pool seem to grow a few months younger looking with the each and every soaking. I have taken samples of the water to Andy's chemists and nothing out of the ordinary has been found in it until the mix of herbs and oils are added. Those changes are not sensational, but there is a chemical difference in the two samples of water. One thing that I wanted to be sure of is that we did not make anyone appear any younger than he already did. I was praying my heart out that the Holy Spirit grant healing to frail a boy so that he could live a normal and healthy life for once in his young life.     I held Wynn throughout his time in the water. I felt life flow through his body and watched his as his eyes danced beneath his eyelids in REM sleep. I stayed in his mind and saw the pain leave his thoughts as peace filled his mind. When Mike flushed the spa with fresh water I placed Wynn directly on the raised bench to sleep for another thirty minutes and circled about to see how the other two boys were doing. The pimples that had covered the body of Cyrus were almost gone and I watched as many of his acne scars fleshed out and left behind a baby smooth face.     Akin had very few physical imperfections, but he had a multitude of emotional baggage that needed to be packed and moved away. The years of helping care for his little brother had left deep resentment that he would never admit to. I scooted in next to him and placed an arm around his neck and shoulders as I walked through his mind and began the healing that was needed.     Yuri was rubbing my face and talking into my nose, "Wake up, daddy, you are beginning to get all pruney and wrinkly." As quickly as I could I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him on top of me waking Akin from his sleep. Yuri giggled and stood up and held out his hands to help me up. I stood and pulled Akin to his feet as he stared open mouthed at his brother. Akin rushed over to Wynn and held the boy that stood on his own two feet for the first time in his life. I moved to the other side of Wynn as Akin and I helped him climb out of the water. Wynn stood still and stretched his body out. The look on his face was priceless.     Wynn led the way down the path, slowly at first then he took off at a run. As he rounded the last corner to the house he ran directly into his mother and Ugitsiha as they stepped from the warm pool at the grotto where they had wiled away the time talking about their children and watching the babies frolic in the water. Mrs. Harris looked at her youngest and fell to her knees as tears gushed down her face. Ugitsiha led the woman back to the house and the rest of us joined them. On the kitchen bar lay all of the fixings for sandwiches and a large pot of homemade soup was warming on the stove. I opened the refrigerator and removed two gallons of fresh milk that Nolan had brought over and told the boys to fix their own snack to tide them over for the trip back to the school and dinner.     When the train that runs under the mountain arrived back at the school I led Mrs. Harris through the underground bus parking under the eastside of the school to my awaiting Caddy. We had Cyrus, Wynn, and Akin along with my two middle sons with us, we were off to see the Hill girl in the hospital. As we drove out of the large subterranean bay we were joined by three escort SUVs, Mrs. Harris looked around to see the escort and asked about them. I told her that I went everywhere with an armed escort. She snickered when Akin popped off, "Even to the bathroom, ma."     I had an offer for her, she was recently widowed and her son was no longer in need of constant care. I offered her the opportunity to work with a tutor and a physical therapist friend of mine to prepare Wynn to attend school in the fall. I had learned that she was only reading at a fifth grade level and that she did not know how to do the simplest division or even know her multiplication tables. I told her that she could sit with Wynn and help him to catch up on seven years of missed formal education. She could see the value in my offer, for both herself and her son, and was happy for the chance.     Cassandra Hill's beauty was marred by two startling black eyes that were almost completely swollen shut. Her face was covered in bruises and cuts from the beating that she had received at the hands of her mother. Cyrus rushed to her side and sat on the edge of the with her right hand in his. An IV line was taped to the back of her left forearm and a KELLY heart monitor was on the pillow next to her head. I probed every inch of her body and learned that her internal organs were intact. Although her spleen and left kidney were bruised there was no permanent, serious damage. I asked the cute little fourteen year old girl to tell us what brought on the attack by her mother and the boyfriend.     She looked at Akin then at Cyrus and swallowed, hard, "Mom and I got into an argument about me not having a…you know…that time of month, for awhile. She was yelling at me and asked me who the boy was that knocked me up. I yelled at her that it was…" she looked at Akin and told him that she was sorry, that she had not told him. Akin rushed to her and gave her a big hug. He told her that he would be there to help her raise their baby.     Mrs. Harris placed her hand on her son's shoulder and reached out to stroke Cassie's hair. "You're both just barely in high school, you aren't old enough to get a good job and you will have to live with someone until you are old enough to get a place of your own. Kids, I know what I'm talking about because I left school to have Akin and I wound up living on the street until a shelter took me in. Wynn's father helped me, he was seven years older than I was and he was able to rent a cheap apartment where we lived until we moved into the place that we live in now.     "What I am saying is that you should sit down and talk this through. I will stand behind you with whatever you decide, always remember that."     I sent a note to every female law enforcement officer that would attend a demonstration of the Mithril suit that I wore. I would be wearing that suit against my skin, like underwear, and every part of my body would show through the thin material. I told the officers that the adrenalin coursing through my body may cause certain parts of my anatomy to swell or enlarge. I wanted them to know that they would be seeing me in a very vulnerable position. I quickly received over three hundred e-mail replies thanking me for my candor, and that they would be attending the demonstration on the morning of Monday, April thirtieth, 2012. I didn't worry about the women, some were fairly easy on the eyes, it was the young male officers from the city police force, the county sherif's office, the state crime bureau, the local FBI, the Department of Public Safety, and every other official gun carrying law enforcement officer in the area. Of particular concern to me was the safety of the Immigration officers that patrol along the border between Mexico and Arizona. We have had several shootings involving those officers in green, and a few deaths of those same officers.     At 08:00 Monday morning I stood before the first twelve of the hundreds of law officers and bail bondsmen in attendance for the demonstration. I was wearing only my Mithril suit that covered my entire body. I had pulled the gloves from the sleeves of the shirt and had them on my hands. The only part remaining was the high collar that I pull over my head and face then I put the Mithril reenforced UV blocker glasses on. With my outfit complete I was ready to get shot by just about every caliber of small weapons available to the criminal element on our local streets. Before I put the collar/hood in place I had asked that the officers aim for body shots, but in case a bullet went wild then my hands and head would be protected. When I put the glasses on everyone saw an easy target and I received the mind messages that they intended to aim at my thighs or some other area that would not kill me. I sent out a wide mental message to everybody to shoot for a kill. I told them that I wanted them to see, and be able to trust, the suit that I was going to supply them with to reduce the weight of the Kevlar reenforced gear that they were then wearing.     Fifteen silhouette targets popped up at the twenty meter range, about sixty five and a half feet. I walked back and forth in front of those targets as I presented myself as a moving target. At first I felt the impact of small weapons fire against my thighs and buttocks. I turned so that I presented a better face on target to the firing line and began to feel shots hitting my chest and abdominal region. When I didn't stumble or fall down the larger rifles were brought to service. Those rounds made an impact that made me stumble a bit. I don't care what anyone says about body armor, the impact of the bullets is felt and is sometimes very painful. I was just far enough from the firing line that the impact jolt was a little lessened, but I knew that I would have bruises all over my body that I would have to explain to my baby boys. I decided to contact Ugitsiha and Wes to prepare the hot tub in my bathroom with Wes' soothing herbs and oils.     The officers that shot me wanted to see what damage there was so I removed my shirt and hood. I flinched each time someone touched a growing bruise, but that only let them know that the Mithril had protected me from serious harm. I had a trailer loaded with Mithril suits for the men. I told the women that they would need to be fitted for the body so that it wouldn't do physical harm to certain parts of their bodies. I gave them the name of the team that would fit them and asked that they call the number on their business card to arrange an appointment that would fit into their busy lives. We broke about four, the men are busy, but most of the women had children at home that needed to be fed and have quiet time with mom.     I walked into my house and headed straight for my bathroom. I had just been shot more than three hundred times and I felt every sting deep in my body. I was swinging a leg over the side of the hot tub when Wes stopped me, he had waited until I arrived to put the herbs and oils into the water so they would have their full effect on me. Just as I expected my sons inspected every inch of my chest and shoulders to find the bruises that had begun to melt into larger bruises and seemed to just keep growing. Ugitsiha entered and handed me cup of Cory's hot tea then she turned off the filters and jets so that they would not clog with the oils. I have taken the circulation system of that hot tub apart for cleaning and I knew that to clean the oils from all of the small parts would be an all week affair. Wes told me to get into the water as I felt the effects of the tea sweep over me.     I awakened as three little naked Indians slid into the water next to me. Yes, all of us consider Yuri to be an Indian, he is part of our family and a blood brother to all of us by rights of a finger stick that mixed our blood together. Ugitsiha passed tiny Dougy to me. I was supine upon the raised bench that surrounds me from every side with the pulse of the powerful jets. I was anticipating those jets being turned on as I placed my tiny one on my chest and let the other three boys find a spot to lay down on me when, once again, I lost all consciousness of the world around me.     I dressed in a tan suit with a pull over cardigan sweater vest and tan patent leather shoes. I was going for the sophisticated lounging look of a well healed rich man to impress our dinner guests. Ugitsiha had met a young lady during her walks through the park with the three youngest of our sons. She had learned that the lady's husband was a Wounded Warrior home from Afghanistan. He had lost his left leg above the knee and his right foot was torn away by a wild Tiger. He also lost his balls and part of his penis. They wanted a baby more than anything in the world, but as a couple they could not conceive. The young lady and confided to my wife that they were looking into adoption, but the fees were much to steep for them.     Okay, so you know what an asshole I can be when it suits me, that occasion suited me. Even a fool is thought wise if he keeps silent, and discerning if he holds his tongue. New International Version: Proverbs 17:28 I wasn't in the mood to hold back on anything. I had my investigators check out the Hett family and I knew that they would make good, stable parents. June Hett was as devoted to her husband as the day that they first met in high school. Loxley "Ox" Hett was Wilson High School's starting quarterback in 95-96 and in again in the 96-97 school year. Many of my core family were attending WHS during that time and I asked them if they knew anything about the couple. One recurring story came from each of the boys, Ox and June were movers and shakers in the school. They gave speeches to any and everyone that abstinence was God's way. Others should join them in a solemn vow to not have sexual relations until they were married and ready to support their children.     "Tell me what you have done since high school, Ox." The guy was easy to talk too and his mind was calm.     "Well, I went to work for my dad in his hardware supply store so that I could get some spending money to pay for gasoline for the Corvette the Longhorns gave me when I signed with them in my senior year at Wilson. Do you know how much gas and insurance costs for a Corvette?" I do, but there was a piece of his past that I wanted to know about. I was curious about why he dropped out of school in his senior year and enlisted in the Army. I asked him to tell me about it.     "Well this recruiter fella showed me pictures of the largest tiger I ever saw in my life, he said it were a Caspian tiger. He said it were in danger and that the army had a program to save the big cats and provide them with good safe homes. While football was over I didn't have much going for me and they was in real need of men to gather records on the big cats and save them so that my kids would be able to see them. June and me talked it over and I told her how I love those big cats. She do to and she has pictures of cats and statues of cats all over her house.     "She loved the idea and I enlisted learned how to handle a shovel and went to Afghanistan to help them get records of the cats and clean up their cages. I was there almost three months when the truck I were in hit an IED. The cats got scared and they began to attack. They killed three of the handlers and maimed me and my friend. I lost both feet and my leg was taken off below my knee. I also lost the family jewels, but June says that you guys have a friend that is about to have a baby and that they might let us adopt him for our own.     The very best pre-natal care was provided for Carrie. I arranged for her to move into her own room at BAG where she instantly made friends with all of the girls at that school. She was pampered and spoiled, even Adsila became friends with the girl. Her pregnancy passed smoothly and we all looked forward to her having a minimum of pain with her delivery.     The end of the school year came and plans were made for the graduating class. Nearly everyone at the school had gifts to buy which nearly emptied the school each afternoon and on the weekends as the boys made their ways to the malls to shop.     One Friday afternoon I took my boys shopping while their mother spent a few hours at her favorite beauty shop. I braced myself for trouble when I overheard two of the students exchange these words.     "Check out that Wedo…white person or whitey… I'm gonna follow him to the can."     I made sure that my youngest three were safely watched at the play land area as Yuri followed the two horn toads into a restroom. Roddy came running full speed to go along. He sent me a mind message as he ran past, "This is gonna be good and I don't wanna miss it," before he disappeared through the restroom doors. With two of my sons watching over the lust driven boys I found a seat and tuned into their mind waves and waited.     There was almost no wait before the action started. The boy with the hungry eye was on the floor and his victim was stomping out of the restroom with a look of disgust on his face. The friend of the horny one said, "Sólo tenía que tocar los cojones mientras se masturban en tu mente.Nos vamos a morir, ¡carajo!" (you just had to touch his balls while you jack off in your mind. We're gonna die…fuck!)     Roddy and Yuri were laughing so hard that they couldn't tell me what had transpired in the restroom, but I got the full picture of boy number one stroking himself in full view of the object of his desire. When he was sure that the boy was watching him he reached over and grabbed a nice set of boi balls. He received a fist in the mouth as his reward. He had to stay with other's from BAW for the rest of the afternoon because his victim had two very large friends that he stayed near.     2012 had been one of the hottest years on record before June first even rolled around. There had been over seventy consecutive days of more than one hundred degree days and that was just in March - May, none of us could imagine what the summer held in store for us. Europe was in financial crisis as Greece then Spain and Portugal begged for aide from the bankers of the world. France had spotty riots in the streets as the general public blamed the rather large influx of immigrants for their financial woes and runaway inflation. I was not about to put my boys into harm's way by dragging them off to Europe.     The sheer numbers of boys attending BAW precluded a trip to Cliff House. If we rotated the boys in small groups it was unclear where those awaiting their turn to travel to the coast would be able to sit out the heat. I know that the boys are resilient and would be able to handle the heat, it was me that wanted to escape to a cooler climate and I wanted to take my wife and family with me. I gathered the thirteen core boys of my house of happy fairies that had traveled to New York in 2005. I asked them if they would like to go on a road trip in Traveler©. To a boy I received a resounding, "YES!" Nearly all of the boys had tears in their eyes as they told me that their one dream was to travel the highways of our nation once again as a group in the harsh confines of the small RV and smell the farts and b.o. of the other boys. I had to laugh, but that sounded like so much fun to me as well.     On the morning after the last day of the semester for the 2012 school year all twelve of the school buses were packed to the luggage racks with boys. I was not about to drag seven hundred boys across the country in a school bus without beds and showers, they were taken to Marana to the awaiting Travelaire Too© and Travelaire Three© to fly to Base B where a cohort of FIS guards would keep them safe in the Quonset Huts located near the large parade field. Andy had agreed to allow the boys to stay at the top secret base as long as they stayed away from his super classified areas. I laid the law down to the boys that they were to obey the guards and stay within their boundaries or they would be strapped to the back of a jack ass and returned to the school and locked in their cubicle. Nervous laughter from some of the boys quickly ended when they looked at my face and saw that I was dead serious.     The buses discharged the boys at their planes then eight of them returned to the school while the other four buses continued on up I-10 to I-17 then connected with I-40 to head east. The four buses that I selected to make the cross country trip were equipped with four electric motors, one for each pair of rear wheels. They also had the ISX Cummins Engine 455 hp. diesel engines that power eighteen wheel trucks up a ten percent grade while pulling a forty thousand pound payload at one hundred miles per hour or better.     Another point in favor those particular buses was their armor. The polymer composite Kevlar™ and bullet proof glass had been replaced with the lighter and stronger Mithril/Polymer Composite panels from the bottom edge of the buses and up to the windows. The undercarriage and engine compartment are enclosed in the panels and special tires are made to run flat at seventy miles an hour for over one hundred continuous miles. All of the glass has been replaced with Mithril fiber impregnated glass which makes the windshield two inches thinner. The drivers told me that they do not have the eyestrain that came from peering through the thick bullet proof glass that had been in the windshield. Those changes took hundreds of pounds of weight off of the school buses which I hope will allow them to travel at a higher rate of speed.     Meanwhile back at our homes in Tucson the original house of happy fairies had boarded Traveler©. My family had joined with Cory's and RD's families in Traveler Too© with RD driving. Cory moved back and forth to Traveler Too© so that he could spell RD from time to time. I drove my old boy bedder as the boys and I lived a nostalgic trip up memory lane. I had brought Travel All© along as an overflow vehicle. The boys were no longer small and their b.o. was more than ripe, we needed the extra vehicle to give our noses a bit of relief after a few hours on the road.     I lost a few zillion points with Yuri when I made him ride with his mother and brothers. He thought that he should ride with me to protect me, I thought that he should not be exposed to the sex talk and sexual hijinks that were going on in my RV. I was in hog heaven as I was behind the wheel of my Traveling big boy with some of my favorite people with me. I drove through the one thousand miles to Oklahoma City before we stopped in a motel for the night. At a little past mid-night the four school buses arrived and all of us knew that our speed would be cut back sufficiently. A convoy only maintains its identity when all of the vehicles are together; it stands to reason that a convoy can only maintain its composition if it travels as fast as its slowest member.     At dinner everybody expressed their emptiness at Roddy not being with us. The old married man had not been on the trip to BAG Boys in 2005, he was not even a part of my family at that time. Roddy wanted to spend the early part of the summer with his wife in their house that he had built for them. I could relate to that, but I did miss him.     Roddy has a few million dollars of his own and he went to Andy to lease a plane to carry Lightening Fire and Golden Boy from Camp Christopher to the Tsalagi village. I had promised him that his mother and I would join him in time for his birthday. He was looking forward to going hunting in the forests of his homeland with me and his brother. Yuri agreed to be a good boy so that he could go hunting and ride through the forests in the buckskins that Adsila had promised to make for him.     Roddy was mortified when he learned that his favorite brother did not have a pair of moccasins or a set of buckskins. He thought for sure that Yuri had the deerskin clothing from his wedding. With everything else going on at the wedding nobody ever made the boy a set of skins. Roddy fell to his knees before his brother and cried for his forgiveness. Yuri is a gentleman and quick to forgive. He held Roddy and told him that the wedding was for him and that he did not mind. Adsila took Yuri's hand in hers and told him that she was going to make him the finest set of skins than any boy in the village had.     I called Roddy from the motel in Oklahoma City. He told us that he had talked to the two horses during the flight and that made them feel safe and calm. The horses were placed in web slings so that they would not be tossed about. We have gotten into the minds of our horses and leaned that they like a blend of chopped up oats, alfalfa, and wheat stems with the leaves and without the wheat corns. They were each given feed bags and water. Plastic sheets were put down on the floor of Andy's plane to keep the road apples from rolling into some place and not be found until the smell got too bad. He said that the two horses made the trip well and that he and Adsila had ridden them out to his house and stabled them in his small shelter there. I told him that Cory gave his permission to use his stables, but he told me that he would keep them at his place for a day or two. I was very tempted to head on east on I-40 instead of going northeast on I-44 for our trip on to New York. My wife sat close to me as my sons gathered around my legs and told me that they missed Woddy too. It was Ugitsiha that put the image of the thirteen boys in the next room into my mind. I shook the wishes of things that could not be from my mind and moved back on the bed to play with my boys while their mother took herself a hot bath in the motel's Whirlpool tub.     There is only a one hour time difference between Oklahoma and Arizona on Standard Time in the winter as opposed to the two hour difference when Daylight Savings Time is in place. That is because Arizona does not change times twice each year. I was up at my regular time when I leaned that it was not a wise idea to jog because of the traffic moving through rush hour. I headed on over to the large restaurant at the adjacent truck stop. Before I could get away from the room door I was attacked by my boys, they wanted to go to 'bweakfass with daddy'. I picked up the smaller two as I told Yuri to inform their mother that the boys were with me. It is a terrible time that we live in when we have to keep such a close eye on our children. Yuri pointed to a large black SUV at the edge of the parking lot, my escort was with me and I had not noticed them. I walked over to the SUV that we had seen and invited the men inside to come in for a cuppa. They radioed their dispatcher and two more SUVs drove up from opposite directions. The first words out of their mouths was, "Where is the King?" I touched Cullen's mind as he was wrapped around Jimmy in his sleep. I told them that he was nearby and very safe.     I was very proud of Cory Stevens when he asked for a booster seat as opposed to a highchair. I watched the boy climb up onto the seat and sit at the table as if he had always done so. I got my cuppa before I placed the food order. For the boys I selected orange juice, oatmeal, whole wheat toast, and milk. Yuri and I chose the breakfast buffet, but we took turns filling our plates so that one of us sat with the two little guys at all times. Six FI agents sat in the three booths around us, two men behind us, two men in front of us, and two men across the isle from us.     As I was about to sit down with my plate piled high with biscuits and sausage gravy my wife came through the door with Little Dougy in her arms. I took the baby and told her to get herself a plate. She came back to the table with a plate overloaded with fruits and told me that bread and gravy were not what I needed if I wanted to control the onset of diabetes that loomed over me. Don't argue with your wife, I don't because I know that I will loose. I ate the fruit and smiled.     The door from the parking lot opened and my boys began to trickle in two or four at a time. The first ones to come in were Tim Mark and Jerry Thompson. Jerry stepped up to my table and eyeballed my plate, "Oh boy, they got real breakfast food." I laughed and shook my head as the oldest married couple in my family walked off to the food line. Cory and RD had left their wives in their room while they escorted His Royal Hinney and Jimmy to breakfast. The FI agents rose and told my husband and son that they would see to the King's safety if they wanted to get their food. Cory thanked the escort and turned to go fetch his wife and three kids; RD was right behind him.     That was the first time that the Oklahoma office people knew that I had a new son as well as a grandson. They gathered around the babies and fawned over them like old women. Quemela was nervous, that was her first experience of my men being around her son, but Sagi told her to get used to it, and Ugitsiha agreed.     When breakfast was over I sent everybody back to their rooms to gather their belongings and use the bathroom before we loaded the RVs and continued our trip to the northeast US. I had Ugitsiha take the babies back with her, but I let Yuri walk over to the bus drivers with me. I learned that the buses had been able to hold their speed at one hundred and five miles per hour across New Mexico and the Texas panhandle as they pushed the FI escort vehicles along the road. The buses did not have to stop for re-fueling in Albuquerque and Amarillo like the SUVs did. The escort had told the drivers that I drove as if my tail was on fire and that they had better be able to keep up with me. They have followed me to out of town games and contests with the students so they knew how to keep up with me. To prove that fact they put their buses in high gear and engaged all four of the electric motors as well as the boi-diesel engines. I shook hands with the four men and told them to keep their blue tooth headsets on and to keep in contact with me before I walked over to my big boy for a ride on down the road.     I told Yuri that he could ride with me to St. Louis as long as he kept out of the way of the other boys. I got down on my knees in front of the boy and explained that the entire road trip was just for those thirteen boys as I let him see how simple our lives had been seven years earlier. He smiled at me and told me that he could see how simple it was. I swatted his butt as he climbed into the RV.     The FI agents escorted Cullen to the RV and stood by until I gave the all clear to move out. Two escort SUVs led the way. Two escort vehicles were behind me with another two behind Cory and our wives and children. Another SUV fell in behind the empty Travel All© with the remaining three SUVs bringing up the rear behind the four school buses. Each FI SUV had picked up two extra men for a total, heavily armed, contingent of twenty men. As soon as all of our convoy was on I-40 for our trip across Oklahoma City to I-35 and on to the turnpike and I-44 all hell broke loose. The horns of the Traveling Trio© began to play Tesla Coils Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy . I had just taken a drink of hot coffee that ended up being spewed out across the dashboard and the windshield. Each of the ten escort SUVs had their headlights and red and blues flashing; if I knew Cory they would also have their sirens blasting a path for us.     I had removed the fuse that controlled the air horns from the main on each of the vehicles. That wasn't enough to stop Jimmy and Cory from carrying out their dubious duties. I had never heard the version of the song that they had chosen and I don't think that the rush hour traffic on the freeway had either. Cars were pulling over and some were slowing to a dangerous speed on the high speed roadway. I was ready to castrate and scalp two boys…as soon as I could see where I was going. Yuri had a roll of paper towels and a bottle of window cleaner in his hands as he sat down on the dashboard and began to wipe the windshield clean. I said a very curt thanx to my son as I sat behind the steering wheel and fumed. The horns had cleared the traffic for us, but it was not the way that I wanted things to be done.     I pushed on and took the center lane of northbound three lanes at the interchange to transition from I-44 to I-35 and headed on north to the Turner Turnpike. Before we entered the turnpike I pulled the convoy off to the side of the road. The Oklahoma Highway Patrol had to clear the traffic that they had directed to the right hand lanes of the road so that we could move away from the right away. I grabbed Jimmy by the ear and dragged him from Traveler©. Cullen rushed to the door in his shorts and tee shirt protesting my overreaction to a prank. When the Highway Patrol officers saw the young King they snapped to with a sharp salute, Cullen quickly backed into the RV and looked out of the side windows at me. I opened the door of Traveler Too© and told Cory to get his ass out. I made both of them get aboard Travel All© then turned back to my lead RV.     I got the convoy back on the road as the lead escort SUV collected the turnpike tickets for our trip. The FI agent in the lead vehicle called me to say that the Turnpike Authority did not want to charge me for the trip. I told him that we would pay the full four dollar fee to the Tulsa exit. We made the eighty two mile trip in about forty five minutes, we were slowed down by one of the escort SUVs overheating; we stayed with him until he could exit at the Bristow exit for service. I had not planned to stop until we got to Joplin, Missouri, but my heart was heavy after I had come down on my husband and my best friend. I pulled into a truck stop on the eastside of Tulsa and told the boys that we were only there for a potty break because someone in my RV had bad gas, everybody turned and looked at Chrisy, he only blushed. Pete led the boys inside as he chanted over and over, "Mr. Phartzalot, Mr. Phartzalot," the other boys joined in with him.     I explained to the passengers in Traveler Too© why I had pulled Cory and Jimmy out and why we were stopped again. I walked back to Travel All© and climbed onboard. Jimmy apologized several times for helping Cory by replacing the fuses. I stared at Cory and told him that he was a grownup with kids of his own. I asked him what he would do to his sons if they did what he did. He told me that he would give them a time out. I held him close to me and we kissed. I told him that he had served his time so he should go be with his wife and children. Fifteen minutes after we left the road we were back on it with the determination to make it all of the way to St. Louis before we stopped for lunch.     We stuck to the freeway system as we moved across St. Louis only pulling off when we got to a large truck stop that overlooked the Mighty Mississip. All of us were distressed when we saw the low water level and the top of a sandbar just down the river. That river is vital to our nation's breadbasket as tons of grain and goods are transported on the waterway via barges.     We were almost able to clear the entire buffet line, but the truck stop cooks replenished it just before we headed out to go on our way. We said goodbye to our escort from Oklahoma City and picked up a new group of men and vehicles from the Chicago office. There are other offices closer, but Chicago had the staff and the vehicles to let go of for three days. I got with Cory, RD and all of the drivers. The buses had two man crews aboard to spell each other, everyone thought that they could make the trip on into new York without having to stop for the night. I didn't take into account the ladies and babies.     We crossed the river into Illinois on I-70 and once again gained our speed. Dispatch told me that I had a personal call form a Colonel of the Illinois State Police I talked to him and learned that he had been promoted to the head of the State Police. He asked about my nephew that he had heard was now a King. I told him that Cullen was with me on our trip across his state and that was the reason for my heavily armed escort. He told me that his full force was available to me and that traffic would be cleared for us. He told me that he was good friends with the Governor of Ohio and that he would call him at once to get us clearance across that state. I cautioned him about name dropping, he caught my meaning and promised to be discreet.     We made it into the suburbs of Pittsburgh before I heard from the girls. They wanted to sleep in a bed that didn't move and they wanted a bathtub for the babies. I decided that this trip with my boys and families was not working out the way that I had romanticized. I looked at my GPS for a four star motel. I alerted the escort and I could feel the relief in their minds, they were tired and wanted to get a hot meal and stretch out in a bed as well. I told the head of the security contingent to call the. local office for men to watch the outside of the motel while they got a good night's rest. I was profusely thanked.     We were very lucky with our choice of motels in Pittsburgh, they had triple adjoining double rooms. That made six queen sized beds available to the boys as well as my family I went to the boy's room to see how they were standing up to the trip. We visited for longer than I had realized so it was six A.M. local time when I slipped into my room with my sleeping wife and babies. I dressed for a jog then ran along the frontage road for about a mile before I turned back. When I turned around I was face to face with two armed agents that I had not sensed being near me. That was frightening. If I could let those two men get that close to me then someone with a sinister motive could do the same. I had been thinking of my night with my core family and the fantastic sex that we enjoyed. It was just as intense as the early days with them living in my house, but that was no excuse to not be careful. So there you have it. Is your friction enhanced by my fiction? Tell me about it at fisherman@iname.com PREVIOUS    HOME    NEXT NIFTY needs your support to keep these pages going for your pleasure. 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