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THUNDER IN THE NIGHT
My mind was going a mile a minute on the drive back out to the rancho.
was I doing flirting with a sheriff's deputy and inviting him out to my
I was harboring an illegal alien in that same house? And what about
from the INS, Agent Napier? Pissing him off had not been my smartest
probably succeeded in making him suspicious. What would happen if he
up and asked Luis to produce some identification like a driver's
license? Man, my
ass was in a sling...big time. And what about Luis? He sure was sexy,
gotten some definite vibes from him in the pool yesterday. How safe was
him to stay with me? What about the murderers? How safe would either
us be if they got wind of the fact that Luis could identify them? Would
safer in San Diego?
I had lots of questions and few answers when I arrived back at the
Stout's old pickup was in the driveway. I walked into the kitchen and
and Luis eating lunch at the table.
"Well, we couldn't wait any longer for lunch," said Juanita.
As Juanita moved around the kitchen preparing a sandwich for me, I told
Luis about my meeting with Mac Campbell. Juanita gave me a strange look
I finished my story.
"Luis, honey, if you're finished with lunch, why don't you take the
horse food into
"Sí, Juanita. I will do it right now." He took his
plate over to the sink and went
out the door.
When the door closed Juanita turned to me. "Just what are you
planning to do
"I don't know, Juanita. I feel responsible for him. I can't just turn
him over to the
Sheriff or the INS. Remember, someone in the Sheriff's Department was
before the shooting. It wouldn't be safe for him, and in the end they'd
him back to Mexico."
"I know. He trusts you, Paul. He feels safe with you."
"I'm not so certain how safe he is. What happens if someone asks him
driver's license or a social security card?"
"All illegals have that problem. There's a thriving underground
business in the
Mexican community that produces identification documents. My sister in
tells me that it only costs a couple thousand dollars for a complete
set of Texas
I.D.'s. Don't look at me like that, I really do have a sister in Texas."
I laughed. "And she's somehow connected with the Latino underground?
risky carrying fake documents?"
"Yes. If someone checks the records, but for everyday stuff, you can
"I'm not sure 'getting by' would be good enough for Luis."
"Well, if you have a birth certificate, then you can get a social
security card. Once
you got both of those, you can get a driver's license. After that
"Juanita, you amaze me. You sound like some underworld figure or maybe
She leaned closer to me. "My father and mother were illegals. They
all over the border fifty years ago."
I was shocked. Juanita had always been a paragon of everything proper
mind, and now she was telling me that she and her whole family had
the border from Mexico to the U.S.
She leaned still closer. "How serious are you about wanting to help
"I'm serious. I just don't know what to do."
"Well, here's a start."
She reached into her purse which was across the table from us, fished
envelope, and handed it to me. I opened the envelope, and a folded
piece of paper
fell out. I unfolded the paper which was wrapped around two other small
looked at the unfolded paper first. It was a birth certificate for a
Ebanez born to Angelina Maria Perez Ebanez and Jesus Ricardo Ebanez in
Paso. The date on the certificate would make the child twenty-one years
old. Puzzled, I looked next at the two cards. One was a Social Security
Manuel Luis Ebanez and the other was a Texas driver's license issued to
Ebanez. The photo on the driver's license was a typical driver's
license photo. The man in the photo looked a little like Luis. He was
heavier with longer hair,
but the height listed on the driver's licence was the same as Luis'
five foot six
inches. I looked up at Juanita.
"Those are real documents for one of my nephews. He died of leukemia
was eighteen. Angelina's family had to move shortly after Manuel died,
and I stored some things for them during the move. Angelina didn't want
Manuel's things back later. She claimed it would be too painful. I
after losing Javier. I called Angelina last night and told her about
Luis, and she
agreed to let me give these to him."
"Juanita, you're amazing! You'd do this for Luis? You hardly know him."
"Remember, I was an illegal once. I know what it's like to wonder if
the INS is
going to catch you and send you back across the border." She lowered
her eyes. "Besides that, he reminds me so much of my own Javier, God
rest his soul."
I reached across the table and patted her hand as she wiped a tear from
of her eye just as Luis came in the kitchen door. He stopped short when
Juanita wiping the tear away.
"Señora, are you okay?"
Juanita replied in rapid fire Spanish. I caught a word now and then. It
she was explaining our conversation. I watched Luis' face as he
importance of the gifts Juanita was presenting to him. He came over and
his arms around her in a hug.
She stood up and grabbed her purse. "Alton will be expecting me
nearly forty years of marriage, the man still doesn't know where
anything is in the
We had another round of hugs before she climbed into the truck and
down the drive way. Every time I watched her leave the ranch I felt
like I should
call the highway patrol to warn them that there was a dangerous driver
on the road.
"Señora Juanita is a wonderful woman, but she is a
I looked over at Luis, and we both broke into laughter.
The documents provided by Juanita gave Luis a new sense of security and
freedom. I suggested that we take a trip into El Centro to celebrate,
and he readily
agreed. Just that morning he'd been too fearful to leave the safety of
I stopped at a shopping mall in El Centro, and bought a couple of
sets of nicer
clothes for Luis. Docker pants and shirts and some nicer casual shoes.
his thanks, and his eyes misted over. He was clearly delighted with the
clothes. We passed a hair salon near the entrance to the mall, and I
inside. The woman who cut Luis' hair looked like she was trying to be
of punk star, but she did a great job. Luis was handsome before, but
haircut made him even more so.
Our last stop in El Centro was to pick up a couple of cokes at a fast
through before starting the hour long drive back to Santa Teresa.
A couple of miles outside of El Centro, I pulled the Tahoe over to the
side of the
"Señor Paul, why have you stopped?"
"Luis, you now have a driver's license.
"Do you know how to drive?
"Oh, sí, señor. I drive the truck at the
mission school many times."
"Okay. Show me. I want you to drive back to Santa Teresa."
His eyes lit up like a kid getting his first glimpse of the presents
under the tree on
We exchanged places in the Tahoe. I showed him how to adjust the seats
mirrors. He turned the key, placed both hands on the steering wheel,
the accelerator to the floor. The big SUV shot off the shoulder and
the road. Luckily no one else was one the road at the time.
Luis immediately backed off the accelerator, and the Tahoe settled
down to a more
"Madre mio, Señor! This is much different from the
truck at the mission school!"
I nodded my head in agreement. I couldn't do anything else. My hands
grabbing the chicken bars on the dash and door, and my jaw was clenched
an effort to keep from screaming. I had a sudden sense of empathy for
Padgett my office manager and technician who had been complaining about
trials of teaching his daughter how to drive.
Luis quickly picked up the feel of the powerful motor in the Tahoe.
Soon were we
cruising down the highway in a normal fashion, and I began to ease my
grip on the
doorhandle and relax my jaws.
When we were got back at the rancho, it was late afternoon. I asked
Luis if he
wanted another swimming lesson; he agreed readily. He took his new
his room, and I went into mine. I stripped down, grabbed some towels
bathroom, and padded naked out to the pool. Luis was already sitting at
of the pool waiting for me. He didn't show any signs of embarrassment
naked with me as he had the other day.
I had him practice the things he'd learned the day before. He floated
deadman position. He floated on his back with his soft prick moving
from side to
side in the water. He kicked against the side of the pool. He seemed
relaxed in the water than before, and both of us were pleased with his
I introduced him to the frog kick and then had him do some
underwater swimming. His natural grace and coordination were evident as
he learned each of the moves
quickly. We were enjoying ourselves. Lots of smiles and laughter as he
There was plenty of skin to skin contact as I used my hands to steady
him in the
water before each move. At one point I had a hand on his stomach and as
moved away on a kick my hand moved down his stomach and over his penis
scrotum. Even in the cool water of the pool, I felt my cock start to
expand as a
result of the unintentional grope.
We stayed in the pool for an hour and a half or so. During the last
I did laps as Luis practiced his newly learned skills. Finally we
out of the pool and headed into the house to take showers.
The shower felt great! After shampooing my hair and soaping up my body,
in the spray for a while letting the water run down my back. Finally I
shut off the
water, and stepped out of the shower. Luis was standing in the bathroom
a towel wrapped around his waist. It startled me. I had been so lost in
thoughts that I hadn't heard the bathroom door open.
He held out another towel to me. "I am sorry to frighten you again, Señor
I took the towel and began drying my hair. "It's all right, Luis. I was
just didn't hear you come in."
He was an extremely handsome, almost beautiful young man. His
black hair was clean and shiny from the shower. His dark eyes were
long lashes and he had that clear red-gold cinnamon complexion of many
I felt a small tingle in my groin. I turned my back to Luis so that he
the movements of my cock and balls, and I quickly wrapped the towel
Luis took another towel off the rack and began to dry my back.
"Luis, you don't have to do that."
"You have been very kind to me, Señor Paul. I want to
do something in return for
you. I helped Padre Robert many times with his bath and dressing."
He knelt down behind me and began drying my legs. He ran the towel
hands up my left thigh dangerously close to my crotch and my growing
erection. He moved to the other leg and again came very close to the
He put his hands on my legs and applied pressure indicating that he
wanted me to
turn around. I complied, but I knew there was no way he could miss the
the towel caused by my hardening dick.
Without comment, he stood and dried my chest and stomach. He looked
the bulge in the towel and smiled.
"I also helped Padre Robert with this problem. I have seen you watching
me, and I
know how you were hard when we embraced in the pool yesterday. Please, Señor
Paul, may I?
I swallowed and nodded.
He knelt back down in front of me and reached out. He removed the towel
exposing my hard-on. "Sí, es mas grande!"
He leaned closer and took my hard prick into his mouth. I groaned as
mouth enveloped me. He pulled off and used his tongue to circle the
head of my
dick which was now up to its full eight inches. He ran his tongue down
and then back up to the head before taking me in his mouth again. He
slowly moving his mouth up and down on my shaft. He brought one hand up
gently massaged by ball sack. His other hand was on my hip helping
rhythmic pumping of my pelvis into his mouth. It was only a matter of a
minutes before I felt my balls begin to draw up as my orgasm approached.
"Luis, I'm going to cum!"
He increased the suction, and I shot five spurts of semen down his
knees buckled, and I had to lean back against the bathroom counter to
falling. Luis kept his mouth around my cock the entire time.
Finally he released his hold on my softening member. He looked up at
"Okay? Luis, that was wonderful! Where did you learn that?"
"Padre Robert taught me to help him."
I lifted Luis to his feet and kissed him. At first he didn't
respond, but then he
relaxed his lips allowing my tongue to enter his mouth. I could taste
of my ejaculation. He leaned in to me and began kissing back.
We broke the kiss.
"Padre Robert did not teach me that. He never kissed me."
I took his hand and led him into my bedroom. "I think we need to start
(To be continued)