Date: Fri, 27 Aug 2010 04:56:46 -0400
From: Sequoyah Pendor <sequoyahs.place@gmail.com>
Subject: Saga of the Elizabethton Tar Heels Chapter Sixty-seven--Final

Saga of the Elizabethton Tarheels
Chapter Sixty-seven

Usual admonitions, warns, etc. apply

Special thanks to Scoot for editing when he was swamped with real work

Chapter Sixty-seven

When the others headed for bed, Michael asked Justin if he would give him a
shave. "I know you shave Marc, and Sandy will do it, but he's so on edge
I'm not sure what he might cut off!" Justin agreed and we all hit the hot
tub when the two decided a soak would make the job easier. Sandy and I
watched as Justin shaved Michael's face. Sandy almost cried when Michael's
carefully trimmed beard was shaved away. He couldn't watch when Justin
shaved off his sideburns. When he had finished that, he told Michael he'd
have to shave again in the morning because he did have a heavy, dark beard.

Once Justin had finished with Michael's face, he shaved his back, stopping
halfway down his ass cheeks. He then shaved his sides and chest and
stomach. "Don't you dare shave too low," Sandy said. "I want his pubes just
as they are. Anyway, if anyone sees his pubes, there'll be more than cock
hair telling them he ain't no woman!"

Justin nodded, shaved to the top of his pubes, then said, "His underarms
have to be shaved," and proceeded to do so. After finishing with Michael's
legs, Justin said, "You're smoother than you have been since you got three
cock hairs, two chin hairs and a hair under each arm," and smacked Michael
on the ass. "Shaving's fine, but it messed up some of your tattoos."

"No problem, I'll just finish removing them and put on new ones. Archie
left me a stack. Might save some to give Elizabethton something to talk
about when I get back."


"Don't think you'll have to worry about that!" I said, only half-joking.

"What's with Archie anyway? Why does he cross dress?" Justin asked, a
question I had thought about, but would never have asked.

"He and Kim do an act in drag at some of the clubs here. He invited Sandy
and me to take in one they're doing at a gay eighteen-and-over club next
week. He'll take care of Sandy's ID."

"Well, I guess we are as ready for tomorrow as we'll ever be, except for
getting some sleep. See you in the morning if we wake up before you leave,"
I said. Sandy wanted to see Michael off, but even he said that was unwise,
maybe dangerous.

I heard Sandy and Michael's alarm go off at 5:00. Since Mrs. Crandall had
said we could all sleep late except Michael and Wolf, I spooned against
Justin's broad back and was soon asleep again. We had been told we could
call the kitchen to have breakfast sent to the sunroom if we wanted it
before 10:00 and Mavis would see that there was breakfast on the buffet at
10:00. Justin and I slept until 8:30 and both woke with an urgent need to
piss. When we finished, we brushed our teeth and embraced for a deep,
passionate kiss before returning to bed for some sweet loving.

We finally got out of bed at 9:45, had a quick shower, dressed and went
down for breakfast where we found John and Sandy were already eating. Well,
John was eating, Sandy was pushing food around on his plate. Susan and
Bobbie joined us in a few minutes. "Adam still sacked out?" I asked.

"Just what do you think," Bobbie responded. "That boy could sleep twenty
hours a day easily."

"Maybe you need to make sure being awake is better than sleeping," Sandy
smiled.

"Yeah, maybe," Bobbie grinned.

About that time, Adam and Mrs. Crandall walked in, greeted us, filled a
plate and sat down. Bobbie poured coffee for the two. We were all anxious
about how things had gone and, after a sip of coffee, Mrs. Crandall said,
"I just got off the phone with Mr. Duncan. He seemed pleased Michael made
the earlier plane. I guess the gods are smiling on us because the later one
was canceled. I know we are all just dying to know what is happening, but
Wolf and Michael have to be very careful. They will keep us posted, but
since we don't know who might be listening, they'll have to be careful and
keep it short. By the way, I don't think you have met Queen LaKisha's
sister who is traveling from Miami to Atlanta with Ms. Henderson --
Ms. Thompson-Powers. She's with a law firm in Atlanta." She passed around a
picture of another woman dressed in immaculate business attire, but unlike
Ms. Henderson, she carried a gym bag instead of a briefcase.

"I can tell it's Sis... Wolf," Sandy said, "because he's wearing earrings I
gave him."

"I'd never know, first glance," Adam said. "Damn, he's one hot-looking
woman."

"But with a definite hands-off attitude," Justin chuckled.

"Yeah, I'd not like to tangle with that babe," I said.

"I have and it's great," Derek said, and blushed.

At 10:30, Mrs. Crandall's phone rang. She talked briefly, closed the phone
and said, "Ms. Henderson and Ms. Thompson-Powers are now in the boarding
area for the flight to Atlanta. They had no trouble making the
transformation, but separated before leaving the
restroom. Ms. Thompson-Powers is traveling first class, Ms. Henderson in
coach. Well, now we wait."

None of us felt like doing anything, especially anything which would take
us from the house and Mrs. Crandall's phone, but we needed to keep
busy. Mrs. Crandall reminded us it would be a couple hours before the plane
landed in Atlanta.

"In that case, I think I might try to do some sketching in the garden,"
Sandy said. "Care to be my model, Mrs. Crandall?"

"I'd be delighted," she said.

"Just be sure to bring your phone." Mrs. Crandall laughed.

John, Susan, Bobbie and Adam decided they'd go to the garden as well,
taking a Scrabble set with them.

"Since everyone's headed for the garden," I said, "I guess we may as well
join them. We can play 'Make Out,'" I laughed, and gave Justin a peck on
the cheek. As I did, Justin motioned with his head and I turned and saw
Derek alone. Yeah, us Tarheels just went off together as we were wont to
do, without thinking about Derek and his relationship with one of us -- one
of us who might be in danger. "Or we could tell Derek some Wolf tales. Come
on, Derek," I called and he joined us. We went to a fish pond in a corner
of the garden and sat watching the huge goldfish drift around in the water.

No-one said anything until Derek said, "Guys, you've known Wolf -- well,
how long?"

"Since first grade,' I answered. "I mean we knew who he was since we all
know everyone, Elizabethton's not that big, but really know him? Only since
he joined us after the infamous prom. He's become a good and close friend."

"I noticed several times one of you have started to call him something
other than Wolf and stopped. What's with that?"

"I'm not sure that's something I feel free talking about," I said.

"I agree," Justin said. "Have you asked him about it?"

"I have. He said I should ask one of you so that's what I'm doing."

"You sure?" Justin asked.

"Yeah. He said he didn't care if I knew about it, but he didn't want to
waste the few minutes we had together talking about something that's not
important."

"Makes sense," I said. "Well, Derek, you have latched onto a man who will
surprise you a dozen times a day -- he has us. I mean look at what he's
doing today. But to the name business, it started in elementary
school. Wolf liked to play with the girls and, as you must have noticed,
he's effeminate. He got called Sissy and the name stuck. To make a long
story short, when he was introduced to Mrs. Crandall, she was having none
of that. You know his real name?"

"Wolf Lancaster is what he told me."

"Well, his full name is Walter Stepphenwolf Lancaster. Mrs. Crandall gave
him the choice of being Stepphen or Wolf, but she was not allowing Sissy."
Then, between the two of us, we told Derek about Wolf; how he had decided
being gay meant being a flamer and was pretty much accepted in spite of
that. Wolf had told Derek he had dabbled in acting and radio, but not how
important he was to both those Elizabethton institutions. "You also need to
know that he could take you out before you knew what struck you," I said,
and explained Wolf's accomplishments in the martial arts. We also talked
about how he had put himself on the line, when he didn't have to, after the
prom.

Finally, we talked about how he had changed since he became Wolf. I said,
"As Michael observed, Wolf is and always will be effeminate. He's put
together that way, but he's no longer flaming. And while we're talking
about Wolf, Derek, I'm gonna be blunt. I don't know what your relationship
with Wolf is or will develop into. I like you, we all do, and we'll do
anything we can for you or Wolf just as he is doing all he can for one of
us right now, but you intentionally hurt him or just lead him on and your
ass is ours. Clear?"

"Clear and not to worry. I wouldn't hurt Wolf for anything in the world. We
are working on a relationship, a real relationship. I don't know where it's
going, but I think I'm falling for the guy, hell, I have fallen for
him. Neither of us has used the L word and I don't think either of us is
ready to use it just yet, but I won't be unhappy if we do one of these
days. We're taking it easy," he laughed, "maybe one day we'll go at it like
Michael and Sandy but, right now, we're both virgins, I guess -- well,
technically."

I wasn't going there, so I said, "I'll tell you this, you'll never find a
more honest, funny, warm, loving, caring, talented, smart guy than our
Wolf."

"And he does make a damn sexy woman," Justin laughed.

"Yeah, but I like the damn sexy guy better," Derek said. "Thanks guys."

The warm sun and the quiet of the garden began to take its toll as we grew
sleepy and all three lay on the grass beside the pond and were shortly
sound asleep. We were awakened by a shout and all jumped up. "Hey, we got
news," Sandy shouted. We all quickly converged on Sandy and Mrs. Crandall.

"Daniel called and said they were in a taxi headed for the airport. Seems
they have a real story to tell, but wanted to tell it in person. They
should be arriving in about three and a half to five hours. He did say
Queen LaKisha and Baby Doll had pulled off the scheme with an added bonus,"
Mrs. Crandall said and added, "I guess we'll have 'Live report at 7:00,'
but without film."

Time passed slowly, to say the least. At 6:00, we were all on the terrace
having drinks when Alex showed up. He told us Jess and Dakota had wanted to
come, but the gallery was still packed when he left and they said they'd
just get by in the morning to see those of us leaving before we left. At
6:30, La Casa was buzzed by a low-flying plane. "Looks like Dakota's
plane," Alex said.

"I'm sure it is," Mrs. Crandall said. "Daniel said they would be landing on
the private strip a few miles away and I sent a car. They should be here in
less than half an hour." Sure enough, twenty minutes later Queen LaKisha
and Baby Doll walked out the door onto the terrace. Sandy and Derek grabbed
Michael and Wolf and couldn't seem to get enough of them. Queen LaKisha and
Baby Doll weren't exactly holding back.

When they were finally able to break apart and speak, Wolf said, "We need
the TV on CNN. I think a disturbance at Hartsfield-Jackson airport may make
the national news. Let's see and then we'll tell you all about it.

The news started shortly after we got to the library and, sure enough,
there was the tease, "A major disturbance at Atlanta's Hartsfield-Jackson
airport today resulted in arrests and a pending investigation into an
Alabama institution, but first the other news." Other news and weather were
followed by commercials and more news and some sports, more commercials and
then, "What appeared to be an attempted abduction at Atlanta's
Hartsfield-Jackson airport today ended with the arrest of two men on
attempted kidnapping charges and an investigation of God's Conversion
Clinic near Hooks Crossroads in southern Alabama. We have a live report
from Sarah Ellis in Hooks Crossroads. What's going on Sarah?"

"Tony, I am standing, literally, in the middle of Hooks Crossroads. As you
can see, there's a farmhouse in the field behind me and that's it. God's
Conversion Clinic is three miles down the unpaved road you see to my left,
but no-one is allowed beyond this point. I have learned from a spokesperson
for the Alabama State Patrol that several staff members of the clinic are
being held on various charges and Rev. John Fitzsimmons, better known as
Brother Fitzsimmons -- owner of God's Conversion Clinic -- is being sought
in eastern North Carolina where he was scheduled to begin a revival
tonight. I have also been advised that twenty-four young men were taken
from the facility to the Bullock County Hospital. All were treated and
released into the custody of the country department of social
services. This is Sarah Ellis reporting from Hooks Crossroads, Alabama."

"Thank you, Sarah. The clinic came to the attention of local, state and
federal officials after an incident at Atlanta's Hartsfield-Jackson
International Airport today. David Samuel Rosenburg IV, twenty, and a
student at Emory was returning to Emory for a summer program when he was
grabbed by two male staff members of God's Conversion Clinic. As you can
see in this surveillance tape obtained by CNN, Mr. Rosenburg walks out of
the exit and is greeted by a young woman. When she greets him, she is
shoved aside and Mr. Rosenburg is grabbed by the two men in God's
Conversion Clinic uniforms. As you can see, Mr. Rosenburg puts up a fight,
but is overpowered and his hands bound behind his back. The two men ignore
the security guards shouting at them and drag the young man out the exit.

"Witnesses outside tell us that the two men were apprehended by armed
Atlanta police as they attempted to force Mr. Rosenburg into the back seat
of what appeared to be an unmarked police cruiser such as those used to
transport dangerous felons.

"The men claimed they were ordered to pick up the young man by his father
and to take him to the clinic where Brother Fitzsimmons and his staff
would, and these are the words of the alleged kidnappers, 'turn him from
his homosexual perversion, making him once again a god-fearing,
woman-loving man.' The FBI, including FBI Special Agent Samuel Rosenburg
III, the young man's father, was joined by Alabama state troopers in a raid
on the clinic and further arrests are expected. In other news..."

"OK, you two, what happened?" Justin asked.

"Obviously we followed the plan and arrived in Atlanta where we quickly
became Queen LaKisha and Baby Doll. That went very smoothly," Wolf said. "A
woman even helped Baby Doll get her lipstick straight. When we emerged, we
saw Daniel down the concourse. When he reached us, he slipped us IDs which
we used to get drinks in a bar. Daniel was into his full, big Texas oilman
act and we were playing easy to get."

"We practically made out in the bar," Daniel laughed, "and I made it pretty
clear I wanted some female company, so when we left the bar, Queen LaKisha
was clinging to one arm and Baby Doll the other."

"As we walked down the concourse," Michael said, "I saw a guy who could
almost pass as my twin and was certain it was your friend's son,
Mrs. Crandall, and got a warped idea. He had stopped to buy a drink and I
said, 'We really need to get a move on,' and started half-running down the
concourse. We had put some distance between my lookalike and the three of
us and I told Wolf and Daniel what I had in mind. They were all for it!

"When we reached the exit gate, I spotted the two from the clinic right
away and thought I'd shake them up a bit. I was pretty confident my own
mother wouldn't recognize me, so I dropped Daniel's arm, grabbed Wolf and
walked over to the two. As soon as I started rubbing one of the joker's
chest and pinched a nipple through his uniform, Wolf got the idea and
started trying to nibble the other one's ear. Both started slapping at us
and trying to push us away and one was practically shouting, 'You filthy
sluts, get away from me.' The other one kept saying, 'Get lost bitch!'
pretty quietly, but the one Wolf was working on really went ape when Wolf
reached down and grabbed his cock and balls. When he gave Wolf a shove, I
saw my 'twin' headed for luggage claim and shouted, 'Michael, Michael my
man, come to Baby Doll.' The young man, of course, looked in my direction
and when he did, the two jerks shoved me and Wolf to the floor and grabbed
him. You saw what happened then. While they were struggling with the
stranger, Daniel, Wolf and I casually walked outside, got in a taxi and
here we are."

Mrs. Crandall's phone rang as Wolf was finishing the
tale. "Hello... Mr. Duncan, I'm sure you are happy Michael made it to
Atlanta... He didn't? I don't understand. I watched him board the commuter
plane. Are you sure he never made it to Atlanta?" The two talked a while
longer, then Mrs. Crandall said, "Sounds as though he ran into foul
play. Maybe you better talk to the police... If I hear he's truly missing
and see him, I'll give you a call... Goodbye."

We had stirred up a much larger hornet's nest than we thought. Almost the
entire staff of the clinic had been arrested on charges ranging from
kidnapping to practicing medicine without a license. There were additional
charges arising out of drugs being used in the 'treatment' of victims since
the facility did not have a license for use of any prescription drugs or
anyone licensed to prescribe them. There were charges of child abuse, child
endangerment, involuntary imprisonment and others. Brother Fitzsimmons was
arrested in North Carolina on numerous charges and was in deep doo-doo over
both state and federal tax violations.

Michael was outed, no doubt about that and although the Duncans saw the
full story on God's Conversion Clinic, were still determined to get Michael
cured and were looking at other 'treatment centers.' Fortunately, he had a
week in Florida while Mr. Wilson worked on his case and Mom and Clarisa
were quietly working to find a place for him to live.

Monday we were all up and packed by nine. We said goodbye to Michael and
Sandy as a driver arrived to take them upriver to the hunting cabin where
they would be spending the week. Mrs. Crandall said she would arrange to
have meals delivered, but the two said they'd rather handle that
themselves, so the van was loaded with groceries. More would be arriving
Wednesday. Sunday the two would be off to Sarasota from where Michael would
fly back to Elizabethton.

We said goodbye to Wolf and Derek who had planned to live together for the
month. Justin and I, in full daddy mode, were concerned they were moving
too fast. At eighteen and nineteen it's very easy for two horny guys to let
sex interfere with the development of a sound relationship. Antwon and
Sharky apparently felt the same way and had a long talk with the two young
men which resulted in Wolf living with the two at La Casa while Derek
remained at his place in town with occasional sleepovers. Of course, since
the two were working for Antwon and Sharky, they spent most of the daylight
hours together. I guess it slowed things a bit, but when Justin and I
called Wolf later, he said he and Derek had agreed to take things slowly,
and they had, "and damn do I love slow!"

Alex and Daniel showed up before we left and said they would would be back
in Elizabethton around the first of July after their wedding and
honeymoon. Justin and Daniel promised they'd make time for some serious
talk then.

Dakota and Jess came out and Jess again was profuse in his thanks for our
making the exhibition happen and promised he and Dakota would see us in
Elizabethton soon. He also said he had talked with Sandy and expected to
see his work from the summer as well as anything else he wanted to show
him.

So in the end, it was the old, original Clan that boarded the plane Monday,
headed for Elizabethton. The flight back was subdued as we all realized the
next couple days would see half of us gone for the summer, not returning
until August and then only for a farewell party before we entered the next
phase of our lives. As we made our approach for landing, I realized we
were, in a real sense, not returning to an Elizabethton we had known: high
school was behind us and Post-Secondary School Visitation was over. No, we
couldn't go home again.

********************

This ends the Saga of the Elizabethton Tarheels. Hope you have enjoyed the
ride. Loose ends? Of course, many. Will there be more? I hope, but can't
promise. Something new? Could be, who knows? Right now, I feel a real need
to give the Elizabethton Tarheels a rest or more likely, I need a break
from them.

As some of you know, I have never kept a notification list. I am now making
an exception and will keep one at least to notify you when and if something
new is posted. Write sequoyahs.place@gmail.com with Notification List as
the subject line.

BTW, Tar Heels is properly two words, but Tarheels was used in the
beginning and kept for consistency.

Sequoyah