Samuel, Mike, Shane and Tim were setting in the hot tub, two by two.

Samuel, Mike, Shane and Tim were setting in the hot tub, two by two. The doorbell rang. No one moved. They didn't hear it. It rang again, and a closet door opened to let a young man step out to answer the door. "How may I help you sir?" A hand held out a badge as the man said, "I'm Sergeant Toms. I need to speak to Mr. Burns. "Right this way sir, I well take you to him." He was led thro the house to the garden, and the hot tub. "Sir this is Sergeant Toms he needs to speak to you."

The four young men exited the tub, and grabbed some towels to dry off as they walked into the house with the man.

Everyone set down to talk with the man. Samuel asked out loud, "did you check this man out?" "Yes sir, he is who he said he was. I could not find out what he wants." "What, why, how?" "Lets see we check on people that come in here uninvited. I have been kidnapped so has Tim, my robot was stole too. Oh yes the person that answered the door is my robot, he can access the web and check up on you." "You are kidding me?" "No check the back of his neck for the input plug." "But you treat it like a person." "It is a person. It is me, you see we downloaded all of me into him. He is me plus what ever he has learned since then."

Next the man wanted to know why they are lounging around naked in front of him? "It is our house, and we feel like doing, as we want to." At last he got to why he was there. "My brother ran away, and I have been trying to find him." "So?" "Well I read the report on Tim's kidnapping. It had some stuff that did not compute, and I wondered if you guys might help me find him?" "Do you have all you found out about him on your computer?" "Sure I'll give you entry." "Never mind it well be on mine in a minute." Samuel rolled over to the stand as the computer turned on. He scanned page after page. "Okay we can find him, but you are out of this, he has a spy in your shop. Every time you head out to get him he runs."

"It has to be Harry; he was on vacation the one time I almost got him." "What do you want us to do?" "I want him home, I miss him." "Okay I will tell him that but will not force him."

"By the way I know where he is. Hollywood has so many gay clubs drag or other that you would never find him. I guess we will have to go home." Isn't this your home?" "Yes but dad lives near Hollywood." Goodbyes were said.

Calls were made, Tim's father was asked if he can go looking for a lost brother?

The ragged out car, not bullet proof just resistant was fueled up for the trip. The four boys grabbed all the junk food, and they were fueled up too.

They drove into the driveway of the home on the hill to be met by his father. A hug, and a kiss all around. A batch of phone calls was made. Pictures were sent out questions were asked "have you seen this person? In drag, or out?"

Billy called him to tell him the person in the photo win the last three times at the Spring Fling. He made a bet that he would be back for number four.

"It looks like lady Terry is coming out of retirement."

As backup boys were sent all over the gay clubs in town to look for the man. Orders for the boys were, if you can't get in join the under age pimp line, but don't go out with any of them. The football team was called in to guard the young scouts. A yell of party time was heard. "Not the young kids boys."

Time for the Spring Fling. Samuel was the only one in the club looking for Jerry. He went in early to get into his dress. His black dresser pulled prodded painted, and everything else to make him an attractive lady. He was pushed around as he learned the moves.

At last all the fine ladies were on stage doing their act. Some really sang, others just pretended to sing. They moved like a lady, and looked like one too. One at a time the thumb down was given, and someone left the stage. At last it was just two. Jerry shook Samuels hand as told he him he was a fine lady. Samuel held on tight as he called him by his real name, "Got you, your brother wants you back." "Oh lord how did you find me?" "A good nose, and good friends, plus luck."

"Look I`m not going to use force, I just need to talk to you."

After all the junk, pictures, trophy handshakes, ass pinching, and so on was done the two walked out arm in arm to a large limo. "Wow you must have a sugar daddy, or one hell of a job." "No, dad owns Our Butler. The car is to keep me alive."

A call for a pick up by some of the scouts and guards was answered. "Dam is this where you cuff me?" "Nope the big guys were to keep the young team safe." All was told as they drove home. "Pool time was yelled as the football team left the car." No suits to be seen. The younger boys were right in the pool with the older guys.

Jerry felt being gay, or the drag bit would hurt his brother, and would not go home. "Wrong, the cops have cleaned up there act your buddy Harry is out, and respected."

"Look Jerry how would you like to live with us, and maybe Harry? You will be near home at least." Jerry nodded his head, and got a pat on the back in answer.

"Swim time," was called out. "How do you keep from getting hard?" "If it can come up, it can go down when it gets tired."

Two of the football players almost got hurt when they jumped on Samuel as a gag. No way Hoze. Both of them were picked up by an ankle as ROB asked if they could attack him?

"No Rob put them down gently." Rob wound up, and throw both of them across the pool. Most of the younger boys wanted Rob to throw them across the pool. "NO."

When the guys drove up to the small cottage Jerry said "There is not room for all of us in here." "Not for long but look over there beyond the hedge, see the large empty house?" "So?" "It is mine. I bought it last night. Before the end of the day the place will be torn up and be under constriction."

"Wow you guys move fast." "We do when the family gets bigger. Come on lets go see the pig in a poke we bought."

They pushed open the boards over the door. "What the hell." was called out as they saw paint flung around on walls, and floors. "Sh I don`t think we are alone Rob check the place out." Rob raced away as the rest of them walked quietly.

More paint was seen, holes in the walls, glass broke all sorts of damage. Rob called out from above. "I have them."

He reported that he called Officer Thomas.

The groups of spoilers were all young, and male. Real young, and very fine looking young boys. "Okay why did you do all this shit?" "It's our home, we had it first." "I paid for it so it is mine, and you will have to pay for all this." A call from below announced that the law had arrived. "Set down on the floor, Rob watch them, they do nothing."

Thomas hugged his brother then swore at the mess. "What do you want me to do?" A grin as Mike spoke up; "we want some new brothers." "Oh shit. You guys don`t ask for much." Nods were seen all over the place. A pair of hands are flung up in the air as the man turned to leave with his brother.

The boys were herded next door. "Okay boy's strip." "The hell we will. That is why we are on the run." "Okay get in the tub with the clothes on." "Hun?" "Let's see clothes tub wet, bed gets wet, and no sleep. MOVE." A fine show as the blushing boys striped. "Oh boy I wish I was younger."

"You mind sleeping with your buddies?" "Nope!" A finger pointed at beds as kids exited the tubs. Lots of camping out in sleeping bags that night. The next morning was a wild show making breakfast for fifty; well it felt that way anyhow.

"Okay time to get clothing sizes." "Hun?" "Gee you guys like that word. Okay we have to get one set to wear before we go shopping for the rest." A hand was held up in that stop sign boys are always using. "Start writing boys." A quick trip had bags full of goodies on the floor. "Get dressed."

Three cars are soon on the way too as many shops. An other circus was soon going on all over town. The thoughts were that where most of the boys came from was not from the wrong side of the tracks. Chooses were from the best for the cost. Their English after they got over HUH was high class too. A runway show was soon going on as one after the other got dressed. Next on the things to do was a bunkroom with three high bunk beds. They were told it depends on how long it took to open the new house next door. "Do you want a job? There seems to be a lot to clean up." Nods with a blush were answer enough. Rob took over the food prep.

The next day started early with the kids heading to work next door. They were shocked when the whole household turned up dressed to work. They took on the glass removing. And any other places the kids might get hurt. This brought on pleas to let them do more. At last the two teams became one team, and worked together. Two days later the mess was gone. Then the boys told them they wanted to work with the crews. "Cleaning, but no tools." It was one of the cleanest work areas ever seen. If it fell on the floor it was in the Dumpster.

Rob catered food. He also put on roofing so fast that it wore out the people helping him. Glass was placed almost as fast.

As some of the rooms were livable a few of the boys moved in. Just to sleep at first. A month later talk was of school. "Hun" again.

"I've been on the street for a year, me six months, a couple months and so on."

"you're going."

OOPS NOT GOING TO HAPPEN

Toms has a need for some street-smart volunteers. Oops the whole crew headed out. What was needed was there was a crew of hit and run kids that left pain behind. One dead. A barn was given to them to live in, fixed up like they wanted. Sleeping bags one gas hot plate some sort of pot to shit in very little else.

A car to a back door fed them. Very little in the way of weapons. Not that the cops know about anyway. Rich parked one of the younger boys on a park bench as he worked the street. Begging is an art. You have to read the mark, approach the mark, and be able to run if it goes bad. Rich had a set of brass rings that might be brass knuckles if they were one piece. Some of the others had some knifes that were almost over the line.

Rich was teaching Tim the art as he had time. "Watch and learn kid."

The first day Tim saw an older rough looking kid watching him as he worked. He whispered, "I think we have a nibble," into the mike. He worked the street right in front of the guy. He let him see the cash as he worked. Soon he moved in on Rich to lay a play for him. "Gee it sounds good, but I do okay on my own." "What about your buddy?" "He is just a kid that hangs around the park. He hastened A clue about shit." Sidney liked the kid's looks, and made a play for him. He got blow off, and as he made a grab to drag him off two cops snagged him. A kidnapping charge was a good one to hold him on.

About one a day was a good score. The rest of the boys had their own scorecards. The less then nasty kids got a go by, as they were not looking for them. That is if they were not on their last legs. Some of them were taken home to the barn. A car came with food, and left with a kid. At last one of the kids dropped a hint that led to a hideout. The cops as always didn't knock. OOPS another door in need of repair. Oh my some people too. Gee the door didn't have a lock.

Time to pack it up, and go home. School days, good old golden rule days. Samuel, Mike, and Shane got a job at the school, teachers, and security guard. Let's see a matter of drugs. The younger boys were told "see no evil." The older ones looked for the evil, and found it too. The cops had a map to read as they run their search. It had names on it too.

Gee that was fun let's go to another school. Five clean schools before they retired. It was time to go to school for real. The one Samuel chose was the closest to their home. Gee it was old home time for a few of them. Tim was teaching there to be sure they had a safety rope. It was needed, as a few less then smart young men didn't know what back off meant. For these that don't know it means get the fuck out of my face.

The trouble was the kids didn't like queers. Yep that was what they called some of the boys. It seems that some relates lived near the parents, had outed them. Oh boy some cops had a wee talk with the loudmouthed boys, and girls. "Look here. There is no law that says you have to love anyone, but there is one that covers telling them to their face that you hate them, and even spreading gossip around can end up with jail time. Do we need to spend any ime with your folk's kids?" "No sir" "Good, good by kids."

A few, very few teachers were asked to see the superintendent of schools, "folks I want you to read a couple pages of laws that I have to enforce. Now read jail time if they are not done to the letter." He looked them in the eyes, and pointed at the door, he flipped his hands, like he was running some kids off the lawn.

Gee this is one nice school.

Mean while back home, The cottage has had many changes

Some extra rooms had been added, the living room/computer room much enlarged. Some of the boys had been reunited with their patents. A few with brothers or sisters. The rest were now family. No that is wrong, all that were in the family were still family, no matter where they were.

One day every computer in the room started flashing red, and a shrill alarm was blaring, Rob was first into the room, and searching the web to see what had set them off. The leaders were right behind him.

"Shut that shit off, we're all here." Rob typed fast for a few minutes. "Fix that loud shit so we can do that with a key next time." "Yes sir."

"Sir the sheik is not dead!"

SHIT was said often, and loud for a long time followed by where, how, why, lets fix the mistake, "lock this place down now."

Eight hours later a steel fence with a guarded gate was in place. The entrance to the cottage was the only entrance to the house next door. It was really back as it was built. It had been found out that it was the gatehouse for the larger house. Rob was put on guard duty checking on the human guards.

A week later the computers were almost worn out from the use they had been but to. A pile of paper was being looked over. "Okay we know how they did it, who died, where he is, all about his country, how nasty they are, some of what they are planning, oh yes the many lies they told."

"What can we do?" "KILL the bastard. "Yes, but how?" Rob spoke up, "it has to be me, I told him I would do it, so I must do it." A call home brought his inventor and almost the whole team to the cottage at once.

"We can't do it. How can we do it? The law! The government? I have an idea. Good speak up."

Rob bowed, "sir, If I had a new body that looked close to what the sheik does I could mix in with the rest of them." "And?" "If I can work undercover, he will die."

PLACE A BATCH OF YES NO SHIT DAM OK NO well maybe here.

A camouflaged C-130 flow low over a desert in a far east area on the way to the American part of the Switzerland post. Nether of them had any real contact with the leaders.

As the plane passed over a dark dessert area a parachute fall out of the rear of it at a very low level. A human would have died. A Robot picked him self up, and walked to the nearest village. He found a place to get dressed as the locales do. He had a money belt to ease his way. He spoke as a local would.

A long walk, or run to the capital was made in an amazing time. A coffee place, he buys coffee for a young guard to the palace. They become friendly talked of much. Rob pleaded need of a job, as he was out of work at the time. The guard said we always need guards as few can stand our leaders for long. A grin from Rob, "I don't have to love them to guard them." Rob was taken to the head guard, and welcomed on his looks alone. He could have been a twin of that man.

Rob was a prize as a guard. He caught junk that had gone on for years. He stopped a killing of one of the leaders, his uncle no less. Gee he can do no wrong. Well it was time to do wrong. Rob had seen a young slave that was being whipped often, not fed well also. His unnamed double was due for a surprise. The young slave was met, and opened the door for Rob. Rob looked the man in the eye, and repeated word for word what he had told him so long ago.