Date: Thu, 7 Oct 2010 21:52:48 -0600 From: dnrock@rock.com Subject: The Beneficial 11 The Beneficial by: dnrock(dnrock@rock.com) 11: Something That Resembles Normal "Did you boys have a good camp," Tom asked? "It was awesome dad. I like all the neat winter sports and I even like winter camping, as long as Richard shares my sleeping bag," Eddy replied. "How about Conrad did he have a good time," Tom inquired? "I think so, he was glued to Peter most of it, We like the sauna too but not the jumping in the lake part." Eddy said. "All the Novices wanted to do was lay on the bench and get their butts fucked." Richard informed. "I'm sure you older boys were some up set about that too," Tom quipped in his most sarcastic tone of voice. "Hay what's in the box," Eddy asked? "It is a gift for us from Garth. He was flying from Amsterdam to Munich over the last week. I am not sure exactly what is in it but I'm sure we will all like it, Garth has good taste. We can open it up when Peter and Conrad are here, those are my instructions," Tom explained. That did not happen for several days but when it did they were quite surprised. In the box was quite a selection of interesting things. Along with instructions. Tom read the instructions. First, everyone is to get naked and sit on the floor. So they did, all got naked and sat on the floor. Now this took a few minutes as everyone seemed determined to get as much sugar from the two boys as possible. Second, open the package marked number 1. It was a DVD called How To Love Your Boy. Three, "put in the DVD and watch it until the introduction is finished then pause the machine and read the next instruction. Fondling, kissing and petting are to be shared at will during this game," Garth's note said. They watched the intro. It introduced the actors, mostly young boys, who were dressed only in the briefest of undies. Each boy was named and did a slow turn around for the camera. The adults were introduced next. Each adult, mostly young men in their 20"s did the same. Some were smooth, some with lots of body hair. All good looking and all appeared to be very well hung. The voice over went on to say things like, "Your boy needs to be kissed frequently or your boy needs to be fondled as often as possible." One of the men would step up to a boy and demonstrate. "Your man needs to be kissed..." One of the boys would demonstrate. The intro ended and Tom paused the machine. He opened the next box, it was relatively large. In it were 5 pair of lederhosen, (leather shorts) the shorts were very supple and new. They were all quite small, having two zippers running down the front on either side of a front panel. The panel was black and the body of the shorts were white. Each pair had a name tag inside. Tom distributed them and read the next instruction. "Put on the lederhosen, making the experience as enjoyable as possible." They knew what that meant and did just as directed. Eight hands assisting each one in turn. The shorts fit tight, like leather driving gloves, they hugged each contour of the body. The front panel had lots of crotch room to accommodate the erections of the older boys and men. Being extremely tight they translated the body heat to the surface and relayed the sensations of any hand or other body part that passed over the surface. The game went on as the actors demonstrated what the man should do to please his boy, with the live participants then acting out that activity. "A man must keep his boy well fed, A boy needs lots of protein" and the film claimed male sperm is just full of high quality protein. "Your boy should be encouraged to take his protein supplement orally, as well as anally." The actors were now embraced and the man was fondling his lad. "Feeding your boy, giving him nourishment is as important of providing love and affection. Make a game of the task using your imagination, for example the man can gently tease his boy by letting the boy expose his penis but keeping it just out his mouth's reach." This went on as the man removed the boy's leather shorts. The boy was of course achieved his goal allowing his mouth to be fucked and drinking all the ejaculate his partner could produce. Tom's little team then acted out their own versions. There would be other times, other games and other nights. ......................... The detective work was paying off and the cops were about to close in when a phone call came in from one of the prosecutors. She wanted a confidential and off the record meeting with Tom. During their investigation they discovered someone else snooping around, that had nothing to do with politics. The snooping was directed at Eddy, with only minor attention being paid to Tom and Edith. The assistant DA could not reveal much except to say they did not know why anyone was snooping round their personal lives. The snooper was a licensed privet eye of good reputation and appeared to only be interested in locating Edith and Eddy, she thought he should know about it. Tom thanked her profusely and got the investigator's name. He was able to find his phone number and office address quickly. It appeared he often worked for several of the larger law firms in the city, locating missing people and things like that. Tom got on the internet to find out as much about the fellow as possible but that was not all that much. He gave it some thought and settled on his personal lawyer, Fred. The lawyer was able to come up with a picture of the man and the make and model of his car. He also brought in his security firm and had them sweep both townhouses for bugs. None were found but they suggested he watch his cell phone traffic, just in case and installed a system in Edith's house as well. Tom did not like going behind Edith's back but he thought he had to, just in case. Eddy's safety was more important than his friend and son's mother's privacy, especially if he just kept it to himself and his lawyer. Some how he had to find out who the fellow was working for, if he knew that, he figured it would be much simpler to figure out why and evaluate the potential danger. Tom knew that Edith had changed her name before Eddy was born and she was 16 at that time, so still a minor, those records would be sealed. He remembered she once said she grew up in a small town in the southern most part of the state. From a few of the phrases she used he figured it was in an area populated by Amish people, although she did not seem to be of the faith herself. That narrowed it to only a few locations. He got in his car and took a drive south. Being a science writer and pseudo journalist, he had a press identification from the paper and a reputation, he reasoned he could stop in a the local high schools and get access to their libraries. There would only be three prime candidates he would start with the largest. Knowing Eddy was 9 and Edith was 16 nine years ago, he only needed to review at most two yearbooks to try and identify her and get her old name. Pay dirt at his first stop, Elwina Hoffman. He found exactly what he needed, checking the next year's book for her absence, to be sure he had the right person. Edith had not changed all that much, hair color was the same, style different but her bright eyes and engaging smile were unmistakable. Tom made a bit of a show looking up some science stuff in the encyclopedia and chatted with the science teacher a bit. Tom then went to the public library and looked up her old family name in the phone book. Three Hoffman's in the town. He took down the addresses and went out. The first was a very elderly couple, retired he learned from the people at a local corner store, when he stopped for directions. The next address was a middle aged couple with teenagers, judging from the cars parked in front. Edith had told him she was an only child. That left Manfred Hoffman and possibly his wife. He drove to that place. It looked right. Middle aged couple? Well kept neat house, no evidence of teens, neat to a fault. Tom parked a few doors away and studied his map. In a small town like this, a strange car would draw attention so he pretended to be lost, looking at his map and talking on his cell phone as if getting directions. Since it did not look like anyone was home, Tom drove slowly down the streets that parallel the main drag. He was not sure what he was looking for but he would know it when he found it. His eye caught a small sign on a small building, Manfred's Repair. "I wonder, he thought." Tom stopped across the street and a few business down. He pulled out the cell phone and called the number on the sign. "Manfred's Repair", the man answered. "Mr. Hoffman please," Tom said. "This is he." "Mr. Hoffman my name is Tom Trotter with International Appliance Parts in Rochester, and I'd like to send you one of our catalogues if you would be interested." Hoffman was and gave Tom the address and postal code. Okay, he had established that much, now what. He drove to the County Courthouse and looked up tax and birth records. He found Elwina's he also found her mothers death certificate, the lady had passed away about 14 months ago. Tom was sure Edith did not know this, although she has always said her parents were dead and perhaps had done her grieving some time ago. He also learned that Hoffman owned his house and some other properties in the town, the little shop being one of them. He would do a credit check on the man and his business. He found no evidence of Eddy's birth or Elwina's come Edith's name change. That did not happen in this community he thought. Tom drove, on the other side of town, he found a small second hand shop. He stopped and browsed, looking for, he was not sure what. He found a small cassette tape recorder that appeared to work. It was ten dollars with two blank tapes. He bought it. Opening the back he cut one of the power leads with his Swiss Army knife, the one he kept in the glove box, and headed to Manfred's Repair. Tom entered wondering if the fellow had ever seen his picture or if he as yet knew his name. Hoffman did not seem to recognize him as Tom thrust the recorder at him. Of course he could fix it right away and in about two minutes had the lead soldered back on. It would cost Tom another five. Hoffman was a handsome man, about his dad's age, perhaps a bit younger. He was starting to gray but had light, dirty blond hair, blue eyes, a sad expression. Eddy looked a lot like the man, in fact he was a younger version of him. Edith also showed a lot of family resemblance to him. Over on the back counter was an old photograph of a woman in her late 30's that looked a lot like Edith. Probably her mother Tom thought. They exchanged pleasantries for a few minutes but the phone rang and Tom thought it best to take his leave. He stopped at a connivence store and bought some batteries for the recorder. He then went to a diner about a block from the repair shop. He sat down for pie and coffee and began playing with the recorder. Tom mentioned that it had not worked for a long time but Manfred had just repaired it for him. "Hell of a nice fellow," Tom commented. "Oh yes, very nice, and does good work, keeps all this old junk operating." she pointed to the appliances on the back counter. "Seemed sad though," Tom commented. "He has had a difficult time of late, wife died about a year ago." "That's to bad," Tom emphasized. "Yes, she was just a wonderful woman, so kind and gentle, died of a broken heart." "Oh?" The Death Certificate said a brain aneurysm, but to this lady it was a broken heart, not an almost impossible to predict body plumbing failure. "Yes their daughter ran off about 10 years ago and no one has seen or heard of her since." "Ran off?" "Why yes, she up and quit school, although she was not old enough to do it, and got on a bus, not seen or heard from since." "Kind of a wild child was she?" "Oh no, just as nice and sweet as her mom. More coffee?" Tom nodded, "The Hoffman's never said why she left, he never talks about her and she was just broken hearted, lost the will to live, I guess." Tom needed one more piece of information. He drove around the block and down the alley. He spotted Hoffman's car, A little sign in each back window of the four door announced the business. It was a black, Chev about three years old. He noted the license number and headed back to the city. Tom explained all he knew to Fred the lawyer. "I think we need to ascertain just what Hoffman's interest in Eddy is. He must know he has a grandchild. Judging from when she withdrew from school and when Eddy was born, I would guess Edith was three months at the time. He must have known that." "Do we know how he found her and how she came to the city, finished school and even lived, before she changed her name?" "I don't know how the PI located her or why Hoffman even commissioned him but Hoffman must have been able to put the guy on the right track. I learned she was in the care of social services and they supported her through a special high-school program and the community college. They must have looked after the name change, her current name and Eddy's are in their records as clients. All details are sealed." "I asked Derek about the situation but he would not tell me anything except to confirm that the boy is in excellent health, as is Edith." "Assuming the grandfather wants some access rights to the child do we have any recourse? Since Edith has always maintained the boys biological father and her parents are dead." "I suspect we can fight the thing if that is what Edith wants to do and it sounds like she will. Since you adopted him and share his parenting, you also get a say. I don't think this will come to that however, my experience in these matters suggests there is more than meets the eye here and Hoffman has something to hide. I had my staff check into police reports and newspaper ads; we found no missing person's report or advertisements, personals kind of stuff to suggest the Hoffman's were trying to locate or contact their daughter. Yet you say neighbors were unaware of the reasons for her departure and the mother was "broken hearted" but not searching for a runaway. Without that, on the surface, it looks like she was considered abandon or turned out. That is probably why SC took her into their program and felicitated the name change. That more or less extinguished his rights." "Edith did tell me once that my adopting Eddy and giving him a new name, was just more insulation to her past, that the Strong name was made up and had no tradition connected with it." The name Hoffman roughly translates as hoff=hope and man=one. That is the limit of Tom's one year of university German. He wondered if Strong had some hidden meaning but it appeared not, as strong translates as stark. "Why don't you get back to Derek, explain the situation as we know it and ask him to give us as much genetic information as he can ethically manage. We need to know if this is just some grandparent wanting to leave his estate to his grandchild or if he is planning on kidnapping the boy or something in between. I don't want to bring this up to Edith, if we can head it off at the pass. By the way, I'll bet he left some genetic material on the inside of that tape recorder. Tell that to Derek and see if he wants to deal with it or if we should send the stuff to a third party, for analysis," Tom said. "In the mean time why not have that assistant DA talk to the PI, since he was discovered by accident during this other investigation, which will all be public in a few days and he does not want to get caught up in that, so give us comfort. Can I tell her about Hoffman," Tom went on. "I guess that won't hurt, we just need conformation of who his client is and it would be nice to know how he found Edith and if he has given Hoffman his report yet. Perhaps he could be persuaded to hold off for a few days if he has not yet done so, as a favor to the ADA you know," Fed suggested. .................................... "Fred here. Tom, got some good news and some other news. First the good news, the PI held up the report until the shit hit the fan last week. He was most cooperative. He told the ADA that Hoffman recognized Edith standing in the background of the news photos, from the department store singing bit. Hoffman did not tell him much except he wanted to find his grandchild and to learn how the child was doing. He seemed to have no interest in Edith. He did not think Hoffman was a kidnaper or anything like that but he had only met the man once. Hoffman had been referred to him by Hoffman's local legal council. I hope that puts your mind at ease a bit. Now for the other news. Derek got back to me after examining your tape recorder. He found your DNA all over the thing but he found Hoffman's on the solder connection. He told me Eddy's biological father is a first degree relative of his mother and that person is Mr. Hoffman. We now know why he is being so secretive and what is in those sealed records. Since she was under 16 at the time of conception, he could to be charged with rape. No person under 16 can consent to sexual intercourse with an adult, that's the law. There is no statute of limitations on this type of crime either. We can only guess what happened but it is quite clear that Edith left home to protect her unborn child and her father, knowingly or not, from procession and jail, by not pressing charges. I made some calls and have found the man's lawyer so we know who to talk to, when the time comes." "Well Fred, it looks like I should go down there and have another meeting with Manfred Hoffman, now that he knows the boy's name and address and I guess my name too." "Spoken like a true overprotective parent, Tom. No, I think I should go and meet with his lawyer and himself. You are to emotionally involved to be of any benefit. With the information we have, I'm sure I can get him to agree never to contact Eddy. If he wants to include Eddy in his will or something like that I can get that organized as a blind trust for Eddy through the Beneficial. If not we could care less as long as he never attempts to contact him. If you and Edith want to fill Eddy in on the facts when he is older, that it your choice and what he would or would not do with that information is his choice. Assuming Hoffman shows sufficient interest in the boy and sufficient contriteness or remorse, I think you should offer to send him periodic reports of the boy's life and situation; perhaps even some video tape and copies of his recordings, which I am sure Harold will have him making in the near future. What do you say?" "I say.....do it. I will send along a short tape of Eddy and write up some stuff but before you give it to him, if you give it to him, he must promise to always feed the chickadee's. I know that sounds strange but when you see the tape everyone will understand. I think we had better never mention this to Edith either, nor should he, make sure that's in the agreement and lets keep all the correspondence through you legal types. If the man wants to contact Edith or wishes to make amends we can not and should not be linked or involved. Make sure he understands this." ....................... The topic of the debate is "Taxation and the Public Good". Mr. Klein to support the proposition that the Public Good is ill served by taxation. Dr. Anderson to support the proposition that the Public Good can only be served through taxation. From the flip of a coin, one side will present for 20 minutes followed by the other for 20 minutes. After a short intermission each side will have a 10 minute rebuttal, followed by each side having five minutes for summation. The moderator will ruthlessly enforce the time limits. The debating society had advertised well and kept the admission price to an absolute minimum, wanting to fill the largest lecture hall on campus. The university radio station was broadcasting live. Tom brought his supporters, Eddy and his gang. Edith had taken all the boys down to the department store and had them dressed in identical light gray blazers and black slacks. Even Carl came, bringing his grand children, he had been in the debating society in his day. Tom had done his usual preparation work. He wrote the oppositions speech to the best of his ability, wrote his own position speech. Prepared his rebuttal to take 8 minutes, allowing for a few last minute changes, just in case Klein had thought of something he didn't and wrote his summary. Then he memorized all three. Tom drew with his theatrical training and teaching experience, he would deliver his speeches as if they were soliloquies by "The Bard" himself. That was his hope, anyway. Carl knew his friend, he had seen Tom in action many times over the years. Carl made sure his speech writers were in the audience, he was sure they could learn a thing or two from the experience. Carl was also glad Tom was not running against him, he knew Tom was the better orator, probably the best in the state, maybe even the nation. Carl was glad his political opponents were lesser orators than himself, he was also glad Tom did not write for them. Tom was also the master the sound bite, from the political side a true double threat. Both he and Tom had received sound voice training as boys, mostly from his mother. He knew Tom could modulate his tone and enunciation with crystal clarity, just like they were taught to sing. He knew Tom would have thought through every word and phrase for maximum impact and he knew; when combined with his impeccable logic, and sense of timing, Tom would win the day even if he spoke on a different topic then Kline. Tom would design his speech like he played a game of chess. If black, drawing the listeners in by systemically destroying their defenses, point by point or pawn by pawn. He would command the center, faint to queen side and strike to king's for a checkmate. If white he would do more or less the same, control the center, set the agenda, appear to expose a weakness and crush the opposition when they attempted to attack it. Klein would assume Tom spoke like he wrote, not realizing that writing for magazines and newspapers, by necessity, lacks passion and intonation, writing for philosophical journals, requires a type of rigor not amenable to speech. Both forms have little timing. Klein would approach his presentation like he does on his radio program. Short burst of words, supported by supposition or opinions and highly selective factoids, loaded terms and phrases. This is a style which will loose the audience's attention by the mid point of his first 20 minutes. His anti intellectual tone, if he lets it slip in, will not go over well with the audience, mostly from the university community. Not that Klein did not have interviewing experience, he did. His style is so ego driven, he pays attention only to scoring points at the expense of others and pushing his narrow, belief driven views of things. For this man his elitist, dogmatic views of social and economic theory, based on greed and manipulation, was as strongly held as evangelical christian converts. "Now boys and girls I know this will be difficult but I need to remind you, in a debate such as this, clapping, cheering and shouting are bad form while the speaker is speaking. Chuckling at an obvious joke is acceptable but I would rather you didn't. You don't need to give me any support this time out. I suspect my opponent will hoist himself by his own petard." "What's a petard, uncle Tom," Charley asked. Margo filled the boy in. Edith was very proud to be with her friend. She knew Tom had degrees and professional respect; tonight she was his date, so to speak and it made her feel good to know, most of the young university women, women her own age, were looking at her and thinking, "lucky lady, I wish it was me." Tom was being greeted by many of the university faculty, a goodly number he had taken undergraduate classes from. Edith felt a bit out of her league when meeting them at first but soon realized they were just people like herself. Tom and his clan, along with Mr. Klein and his guests, were invited to a Debating Society reception after the debate. The moderator welcomed the guests. Introduced the speakers, by stating their qualifications and restated the proposition. He then flipped the coin. Klein was heads and he would lead off. His presentation was just as Tom had predicted. Long on preaching, short on details, and often repetitive. His main theme was simply the public good is best served by the market. He offered a few examples of public institutions wasting things as he sees it. Klein did offer a definition of public good however he managed to link it religious values, and made it extremely narrow. Tom, offered a more conventional definition of the public good and through well documented data and examples, illustrated why his definition was the better choice and how the society has benefited, is benefiting and will benefit in the future. He also demonstrated beyond any doubt, faith in the financial market to drive social policy was not only unwise but it just has never worked, nor could it ever work. The objectives of the two are simply not the same. In round two, Klein attempted to discredit Tom's position by selectively quoting, mostly out of context, Keynes, Freedman, even W. F. Buckley. Tom's rebuttal was devastating, he was able to completely quote, in context and from memory those and other's, totally undermining Klein's position and creditability, then he dropped the bomb. Illustrating how the recent Enron scandal was example of how financial markets aided their dishonesty and attacked the public good. Illustrating just how dependable faith in that mythology would likely be. He preferred reason over faith. For his summation Tom demanded that society learn from its history and stop make the same mistakes over and over. He asked the simple question "Why has the society developed the concept of the public good in the first place, built institutions and devoted substantial resources to them. Please examine the real motives of people such as my worthy opponent so desperate to tare them apart." The moderator thanked the speakers and the audience who gave a very loud and sound, round of applause. They had at least been entertained if not stimulated to think. At the reception most people were friendly and cordial but Klein left early, he did host a morning program, leaving the center of attention to Tom and his young admirers. Somehow Eddy, Charlie, Conrad and Carl's grandsons managed to surround themselves with a group of attractive coeds, much to the delight of the big brothers. Edith thought that was so cute until she overheard the "Dr. Anderson" stories the boys were weaving. Tom was not at all bothered by it, telling her "what ever works, when you under five feet tall" and smiling wistfully. Margo and the other older girls did not seem to need any help in attracting the young men that were giving lots of attention to Marci and Jenny. Carl and Julia took the opportunity to politic but then that's his job, he of course had Wayne and Bess helping them. It was pushing 10 p.m. and time for the grade school set to be in bed. Tom stood behind the group of boys watching Eddy hold court, until the action took a pause. "Sorry to spoil your sub party but I know a group of students with attendance taking classes in the morning." Eddy's face dropped, he liked being the center, or a center, of attention. He was about to protest, calculating the best approach when one of the coeds piped up. "Dr. Anderson, we really want to hear Eddy and his Gang sing, please sir," she said with a "please daddy" young woman voice, the same one that probably got her anything she wanted from her father. Well what could Tom do, bed time past or not, he would cave and everyone in the room knew it. Tom can't say no to the boys and is not any better with the nubile young ladies. Edith was about to attempt a rescue when Eddy bolted and ran up to Carl, interrupted his discussion with the university president, dragged Carl toward the piano in the corner of the room. "Sorry Sir, we need our piano player." Eddy offered in that innocent but take charge, matter of fact child announcement, alto voice. Nine year old boys can get away with just about anything, especially if they are reasonably polite, cute, and well just all boy. Carl realized this was good politics in any setting, lets him project that kindly grandfather image, he would not object. Tom held up two fingers and Carl nodded, Tom hoped that would hold the number to at least 4 or 5. All the clan boys and girls sang with Eddy taking several solo lines. Tom could see the Dean of Fine Arts from across the room, standing with his mouth open. Well at least he would not have to deal with him until the phone call came. Conrad was quite taken by all this. He had never been to anything like it before, with all these adults treating him like he was more than just a child. "They even asked what I thought about real stuff," he told his parents, with a sense of excitement in his voice. Peter assured Deb that Conrad had displayed perfect behavior. She thought to herself that Peter may be highly trustworthy but Edith would give her a more accurate picture of her son's behavior. Males and females seem to view these things differently and held different standards and expectations, when it came to manners and deportment. Peter would not rat out his LB even if he had been less then sterling in performance, these men all stuck together anyway.