Date: Tue, 9 May 2006 15:18:18 -0700 (PDT)
From: taarob <taarob@yahoo.com>
Subject: Lost and Found 10

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>From the previous chapter:

"Yes.  I need you to bring him to their offices.  We'll give
him everything that he wants but I want a deposition with
plenty of witnesses."

"When would you like him there?"

"Gimme an hour."

I hung up with Fred and called Rosie.  "Sweetheart, I need
you to lean on Bill Prendergast."

I could sense Rosie shifting her weight and putting a hand
on her hip.  "Want me to hurt em?"

I laughed.  "No, Rosie, you only do that to people who
aren't on our side."


                            Lost and Found 10

When I rolled in his direction and looked Michael was still
asleep.  He's usually up before me but the last few months
with the aftermath of the accident at first he didn't sleep
at all and now that the casts are ready to come off he's
been kinda catching up.

The absolute last thing that I want to do is wake him and I
turn gently onto my side and watch his face as he sleeps.
His hair is darkish brown and at the moment pretty messed
up.  That's okay with me.  I think he looks hotter when he's
not so put together, more relaxed.  He has clear skin that's
slightly darker than mine with a straight short nose and a
strong jaw, which right now is covered in stubble.  His
eyelids are flickering gently.  I hope the dream is about
me.  There's a tent in the blankets where his cock would be
but that's a normal morning condition and as much as I want
to wrap my hand around it I don't.

It was that time of year in Wisconsin when the weather
begins to hint of winter.  The days for the most part are
still warm and dry with the nights beginning to ease off a
bit from the dry heat of August.  But then from time to time
you'll get one of those deeply grey days and the nonstop
rain that's always such a part of them and speak to what is
coming.  And the light changes too and it always surprises
me.  I remember as a teenager asking my dad why a day seemed
so different and he reminded me that the sun wasn't rising
as high in the sky and that the light, or rather the angle
of it, was indeed different.

I slid carefully out of bed and went into the bathroom and
got ready to go to the office.  After I was showered and
dressed I kissed a sleeping Michael's forehead and left for
the office.

Rosie looked up from her desk with a look of shock on her
face.  She pulled off the little half glasses she's been
wearing lately and tossed them on the desk.

"What the hell you doin here at this hour?"

"Good morning to you too, Rosie."

She got up and picked up the trench coat that I had dropped
on a chair and hung it up in the closet.  "With Michael
banged up we ain't used to seein you till more like ten or
so so why....ohhhh the casts are comin off."

I plopped down in the chair next to her overflowing desk and
kicked my shoes off.  "That's where I gotta be at ten."  I
sighed.  "This is going to be soooo good having those casts
off of him."  I laughed.  "He's driving me crazy.  He's
driving everyone crazy....especially himself."

"So you taken him someplace once he's free of those things?"

I sigh.  "I wanted to take him to Florida or anywhere for
that matter but he won't hear of it.  He's gotta get back to
his job."

"He's just frustrated, Boss.  He wants to be his own man,
wants to get back to work."

"I know, Rosie and I respect that but he's been cooped up
for so long.....it'd just be great to get him away from
here, just the two of us, no nurses."

"Boss, let em get to feelin that he's caught up with
everbody else.  Nothin worse than feelin that you're still
on Monday when everbody else is already at Friday."

"I know, Rosie.  Fact is that I just thrilled that he made
it through this.  I mean there's stuff that I'd love to do
with him but I do understand that he needs to do this and
I'm cool with it.  The only thing that I want is for him to
be happy."

I kinda zoned out but kept talking.  "Funny.....just seeing
him come through that door at night when he's had a good
day....even when he's tired and doesn't wanna do
anything.....just being able to reach out and touch him and
see him smile."

"Boss!"

"Huh?"

"I'm expectin a call back from MacKenzie on that farm in
Illinois.  You want it?"

"Maybe...probably.  How much?

"Maybe $12.5 but it's a hundred and twenty acres and it's
right by that big shopping center."

"That sounds cheap."

"It is, Boss but he wants a fast sale if he decides to do
it.  You could resell it for $14.5"

I leaned back in the chair and crossed my arms behind my
neck.  "I wouldn't want to resell it.  Would the village
still let livestock be raised there?"

"They can't stop it, Boss it's grandfathered in."

"They could use Eminent Domain."

"They could but I don't think that they would.  Besides
whadya wanna raise?  You ain't no farmer."

"We could do feeder cattle, Rosie.  Corn's cheap and I got
that guy in Iowa that's always wanting to sell me cattle."

"Boss, I don't see you with no cowboy hat."

I smiled.  "You'd look good in one Rosie!"

"Boss, you put cattle on that farm and the village'll go
crazy."

"I know, Rosie.  I'm just teasing.  Although someday I'm
getting into that business."  I grinned.  "Don't worry, I
won't do cattle besides I'm kickin around another idea."

She gave me a disgusted look and then glanced pointedly at
her watch.  "Boss, you don't wanna make Michael late for
getting those casts off."

I looked at my watch and muttered, "Oh shit!  I gotta go or
Michael's ginna be pissed."

                    -----------------------------


Michael was waiting for me on the driveway leaning on his
crutch.  I pulled up and stopped right in front of him.  He
was wearing a sweatshirt and cutoff sweat pants to
accommodate the casts.  For some reason, standing there
leaning on that crutch with that look of anticipation on his
face he looked like a little boy.

I leaned my head out of the car window smiled and said, "You
look pathetic."

He hobbled over to the passenger side door while I got out
and went over to help him. "First of all, bite me!  Where
were you?  I thought you forgot!"

I rolled my eyes at him.  "Yeah, like that could happen!"

"Come on, help me in."

I smiled at him.  "Kiss me first."

"Jeff, we're gonna be late!"

"Mikey, once you get those casts off I'm never gonna see you
again.  You're gonna be working twenty hours a day so that
you can prove that you're as good as anyone else at the
firm.  Oh fuck!  Will ya just kiss me?"

He turned and smiled at me and gave me a goofy grin.  I
moved in front of him and placed my hands lightly on his
waist.

He whispered, "I kissed you this morning."

"Not enough."

He smiled.  "This something that you're gonna want all the
time?"

I was moving my head steadily closer to his.  "I'm pretty
sure."

"You're gonna gimme a hardon and you can't hide it in
these......"  I pressed my lips to his and forced his mouth
open with my tongue.  I drew his tongue into my mouth and
sucked on it while he moaned softly.

He sighed and said, "If the doctor asks me about the hardon
I'm telling him you were perving on me and I couldn't defend
myself with these casts on."

I reached for the car door.  "He would definitely believe
you, Michael."

I eased Michael into the car and he said.  "Yeah, I forgot
your rep.  Well I guess that means he knows about me
too...not that I give a fuck."

"Speaking of fucking.....don't kill yourself today at work
cause you're gonna need your strength tonight.  I'm
expecting big things from you without those casts on."

He pulled my hand over and put it on his crotch.  "You'll
get big things tonight!  Besides I have topped you even with
the casts on and getting them off won't change my dick."  He
leaned his head back against the seat and pulled my hand to
his lips.  "Jeff, wouldn't you rather fuck me? At least once
these come off I'll be able to participate."

I leaned over and kissed him.  "I kinda liked it when you
just had to lay there and take it."

He grunted.  "You would, Captain Perv!"

I looked at him.  "You really wanna get to the doctor's
office?"

"Huh?"

"I can't put the car in gear unless you let go of my hand."

"Oh."

An hour and a half later I got a jubilant Michael back to
the house to change into his lawyer clothes and get his car.

"Jeff, I can dress myself."

"I know.  I like to watch."  He gave me a look.  "Okay!
This is your first day back and I just wanna see that
everything goes alright."

"Everything'll be fine!  I'm the one who should be nervous,
what are you worried about?"

"I dunno."  And I didn't.  "You sure look hot in boxer
briefs."

I turned him around and ran my hands over his butt.  "The
way that this material just kinda follows the contours of
your ass is really great.  Want me to drive you to work?"

"Jeff, you can't come to work with me."

"What if I took you to lunch?"

"It's too late for lunch."

He took my face in his hands and smiled.  "Mom!  I won't get
hurt driving to work.  Nothing bad is gonna happen at the
office.  And I'll be home before you know it."

I kissed him quickly while I had him close.  "Whadya want
for dinner?"

He looked surprised.  "You're not gonna cook are ya?"

I laughed.  "Ralph'll wanna cook something that you really
like."

He pulled on a pair of navy blue pants.  "I dunno, something
evil..maybe chicken fried steak and mashed potatoes with
cream gravy...something high fat."

I handed him a white dress shirt and he slipped it on while
I draped a tie over his shoulders.

I whispered, "I'd like to drip cream gravy on your asshole
and then spend about an hour licking it off."

He shook his head slowly, "You're gonna gimme the hardon
from hell!"

I ran my hand down the front of his body and slowly slipped
it into his briefs and cupped his steadily growing dick.

"Jeff!  Man, what are you doing to me?"

I dropped to my knees and jerked his briefs and pants down.
I looked up into his eyes and grinned.  "I woulda thought
that was pretty obvious."

"Jeff, you can't......"  I crammed his dick into my mouth.
"Ohhh fuck!  Shit you are pure evil!"

I started pistoning my mouth on his cock while my fingers
followed my mouth in a twisting motion.  Jeff grabbed my
head and tried to fuck my mouth harder but I held him off
but then reached between his legs and started playing with
his butt.  He was making an "Eh, eh, eh," sound and when I
pressed my finger passed his ring he started shooting.

His legs were shaking and I began to wonder if maybe I had
stressed his body too much with my little escapade.  I held
him steady until he stopped shaking and then I stood up and
wrapped my arms around him.

"You okay?"  His chin was on my shoulder and he was hugging
me back hard.

He sighed.  "I should be pissed but that felt too good."  He
pulled his head back and looked at me and then kissed me.
"You gonna let me go to work now?"

"Yep."

He smiled.  "Try and look a little happier."

I tried to look enthusiastic.  "I want whatever you want."

Michael frowned and shifted his weight.  "That's your happy
look?"

I twisted my mouth up into a huge artificial grin.  "How's
that?"

"I could get you committed with that look on your face."

I kissed him back.  "I'm already committed....to you."  I
swallowed the lump in my throat.  "Okay, get your butt in
gear.  Go sue somebody.  Tie someone up contractual knots."

"So what are you gonna be doing while I'm busting my
lawyerly hump?"

I grinned.  "Rosie actually is demanding that I make some
decisions so I thought I'd go hang out there for the rest of
the day."

He slipped the suit coat on and shrugged his shoulders to
get it to settle.  "I feel like this is the first day of
school."


While I was taking off my coat I said to Rosie, "Would you
tell...make that ask Ralph if he could do like chicken fried
steak for Michael tonight?"

Rosie laughed.  "Now you talking food!  Mashed potatoes with
cream gravy?"  I nodded.  "Oh yeah and those little bitty
peas too!  Man I'm commin to your house for dinner!"

"Rosie, that MacKenzie deal, call em and get it done, do it
right now.  I wanna close by the end of the month or faster,
preferably much faster."  Rosie was already dialing.  While
she was waiting I said, "After that I need Charley Becker at
Becker & Co."

 I walked into my own office and call Jamie Gosten our
account exec for Northern Wisconsin and Michigan.  "Fred,
Green Bay is voting today right on their pension plan?"

"In one hour, Boss."

"Okay.  Emmett is still chairing that committee?"

"Who else?  He never lets go of control of anything."

 "I'm gonna call him and authorize dropping our fee from
1.25% to 1.00%."

"Why, Jeff?  He's gonna approve it, we don't need to do
that!  Besides then he's gonna think he can always go over
my head."

"Fred I'll make up your commission myself but Emmett is
running this fall and this is a tougher race than he's used
to.  I want him to have some ammo.  As long as he's in there
we've got a lock on that account.  To me it's worth the
money.  I'm also making some large personal contributions to
some hospitals in his area.  But I really want him to be
able to say to constituents that his personal relationship
with me has helped in a material way.  I'm also gonna tell
him that it was your idea."

"My idea?"

"You'll look like a hero."

"You'll take care of my commission?"

"Every dime."

"How can I argue?"

"Bye, Fred."

I hit Rosie's number.  "What's happening?"

"We got it.  I gotta wire $1.4 million today with the rest
at closing."

"Thank, Rosie.  Did you get Charley?"

"Ringin now Boss."

"Charley!  How ya feeling?"

"Old, Jeff, very old.  How's your young man?"

"Well he had an accident but he just got the cast off his
leg today, so all is well."

"You need to bring him to Chicago so that I can ogle him."

"Are you to be trusted Charley?"

He laughed.  "Jeff at seventy nine ogling is pretty much the
extent of my repertoire."

"Charley, have you thought more about what we discussed?"

There was a pause.  `Yes.....I have.  The thing is, Jeff
that I hate not doing anything.  I just can't see myself
sitting at home."

"You don't have to, Charley.  I'm thinking permanent seat on
the board, Chairman Emeritus title and a big corner office
with a hot male secretary whose ass you can pinch."

The older man sighed.  "You make this sound awfully good,
Jeff.  What kinda cash we talking?"

"Three hundred and fifty."

"I thought it was four."

"Is that what you want, Charley?"

"I want four fifty."

"Split the difference?"

The older man was silent for almost thirty seconds then said
quietly, "Deal."

"So we have a firm deal then, Charley?"

"Send me ten percent by the end of the day and call your
lawyers."

"You won't regret it, Charley."

"If I was twenty years younger I'd be buying you, Jeff!"

"Charley there's not the slightest doubt in my mind that you
would."

After we hung up I called Rosie's extension.  "Hon, send
Charles Becker forty two and half million this afternoon.
Note that it's contingent on the closing of the deal to buy
Becker & Co., maybe better call Joe Callin and get the exact
wording but it's gotta be there today.  And get our guy at
Skidmore, Owings and have him call me."

For once Rosie was almost but not quite, speechless.  "Boss!
What have you been up to?"

"I been thinking about it for a while.  That MacKenzie land,
I want a ten story tower and then smaller ones, maybe a
million square feet.  Have Joel send out feelers to our top
three hundred and see how much interest there would be but
have it be kinda vague.  We'll move Becker & Co into the
tower and it'll give a nice high class edge to the place.
Oh, I guess that Joe will probably want to talk to me after
you're done with him but get that info outta him first and
wire that money."

I called Joe Callin and it took me ten minutes to slow Joe's
mouth to a walk.

"Jeff you don't just send someone forty-two million
dollars!"

"Joe, you do if that someone is an old codger whose word is
his bond and expects the same from you.  If I had dropped
back to a my people will call your people thing the deal
would be dead.  Charley Becker likes things that he
understands and he understands the simple agreement we just
made.  Rosie tell you about the land?"

"How you funding it?"

"Limited partnership, work out the details.  Figure three
hundred limited partners and if it ends up one million
square feet, well, you can do the math.  Come up with the
best way to structure the general partner.  You know I sure
wished you guys would partner up with a firm in Chicago.
Why don't you guys merge with Jenner and Block or somebody?"

"You're not trying to engineer something are you, Jeff?"

I laughed.  "No but the day is young.  Speaking of partners,
how's mine doing?"

"I dunno why that boy gets so anxious, he's doin great!  I
just wish to fuck he'd relax."

"He will, Joe.  He just needs to get back into a routine."

"You're sure about this Becker thing?"

"I'm sure, Joe."



My wandering boy pulled into the garage at quarter to six, I
was standing at the door and wrapped him in my arms.

"I so missed you!"

Michael kissed me and grinning said, "I missed you too.
How'd you keep yourself occupied today?"

I hung Michael's overcoat up and pulled him into the
kitchen.  "Ralph left everything for us, just like you
wanted, chicken fried steak with mashed potatoes and cream
gravy."

He lifted up the covers of some pans on the stove and
smiled.  "It smells fantastic!"

I stepped behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist.
"High fat enough?"

"It's great!  We got wine?"

"Do bears sleep in the woods?  A nice red."

Michael moved out of my arms and leaned against the counter
with an odd little smile on his face.  "So anything
interesting happen today?"