Date: Fri, 12 May 2006 16:45:09 EDT
From: Jetjt@aol.com
Subject: Super Jeff, Chapter 18

The following story is a work of gay fiction. If the subject matter is
offensive to you or you are too young, please exit now. This work is the
property of the author and may not be duplicated without
permission. JETjt@aol.com John Tucker

				SUPER JEFF

			     Chapter Eighteen

CHRIS' POV

Wake up time came early, too early for me but what are ya gonna do when you
have a wonderful partner named S.J?  I was sleeping most peacefully in his
arms and only momentarily awoke as he slid away from my back and left the
bed. He must have gotten up to go take his morning pee because I'd barely
gotten back to sleep when I felt him grasp my shoulder and say, "Get up
sleepyhead! It's time for our run!"

"Oh no!" I groaned. I knew that there was something that had made the last
few days, at least tolerable.  Now I knew what it was. We hadn't run or
exercised, or played golf or taken lessons for nearly a week. It was a
heavenly omission.

Jeff kept shaking my shoulder. I was sure by then that he wasn't going to
go away.

"Do we have to?" I pleaded pitifully.

"Hey! I can't have my true love turn into a blob of fat," Jeff explained
with a demonic grin.

"Are you gonna make Ben go too?" I asked. I guess misery loves company.

"Sure he's already up and rarin' to go. Rick's going too."

"That's enough company for you," I reasoned aloud. "You don't need me."

"I'll always need you Babe," Jeff replied. "Now get your little round ass
rollin'."

"All right," I said capitulating. "I'm only doing it for you."

"That's a pretty good reason, but not good enough," responded Jeff as I
climbed slowly out of bed. "Just think about what all that runnin' does for
ya."

"Yeah. It makes me out of breath, sweaty and sore," I replied with a
grimace as he pulled back the sheet exposing my bare body to the cool air
of the room.

"Nah. It gets all those tiny hormones pumping around through your body and
makes you super sexy! I can't wait until tonight. I could tell you hadn't
exercised when we made love last night. Your sorry ass was draggin'."

"I don't remember hearing any complaints," I argued as I stumbled to the
bathroom, hoping my morning woody would go down before I reached the
urinal."

"That's `cause I was just being nice," Jeff kidded. "You know, the usual
me. Tonight will be a different story. You'll be jumpin' my bones like
Little Jack Horny."

"Who in hell is Little Jack Horny?" I asked as I reentered the room and
headed for the dresser to find my jock, shorts and tee.

I could tell Jeff was thinking fast. He grinned and began his ad lib poem:

"Little Jack Horny, in bed not forelorney, licking his boyfriend's pies.
He stuck in his thumb, in his honey man's bum,
 And said, "Let's fuck!"

My toe caught on my jockstrap and I fell on the floor laughing.

"You doof!" I said picking myself up slowly as I continued to snicker. "I
hope the teacher doesn't ask you to recite poetry in school."

"I thought it was kinda good," he said with a proud grin.

I finished dressing and moved to Jeff for a little kiss. His eyes sparkled
and my heart melted. I knew he could talk me into jumping off a building if
he wanted to. I'd smile all the way down.

"Let's go," I said.

We met the other two runners in the kitchen. There were two glasses of
orange juice waiting for our arrival. We poured them down after exchanging
greetings, then went outside to do our warm-up stretches.

45 minutes later we were back, out of breath and sweaty as I had
predicted. I must admit that the run had me fully awake and I'd be ready to
take on the day once I'd showered.

"Breakfast will be in 20 minutes," Frank announced as we entered the
kitchen.

"Let's get something to drink, and then hit the showers," Jeff suggested.

"Sounds good to me," Rick said. "Is Mandy up yet?" he asked Frank.

"I haven't seen her so far," Frank reported. "You might have to waken her."

We each drank a glass of water then headed for our rooms.

"Do you want to shower first or do you want to wait?" I asked Jeff.

"I wanna shower with you doofus," Jeff declared. "I wanna rub my soapy
hands all over your cute little bod."

Mmmm, only if I get to do you too."

"Honey man, you can do me anytime you like,"

"I didn't mean that!" I countered.

"I did," Jeff said with a wink.

Breakfast was wonderful. Frank had outdone himself. He had made eggs
benedict and it tasted as good as it looked. Of course there were other
things too. He had made sausages, toast, and scrambled eggs for anyone who
wanted something additional. There was a large platter of cut-up fruit
too. Strawberries, honeydew, muskmelon, grapes and cheeses adorned the
platter. There was tomato juice, grapefruit and orange juices, as well as
milk and coffee for anyone who wanted it. By the time I was finished eating
I was pleasantly stuffed.

"Guys, I hope you'll excuse me," Jeff said as he pushed back his chair. "I
need to spend an hour practicing the piano. I haven't practiced in nearly a
week. You guys just rest up for a while. Then it's time for our workout. It
wouldn't hurt you to give it a try too Mandy. I'm thinking that some of
those curves might be pork.  If you guys wanna start while I'm practicing,
feel free. If we do a light workout for a half-hour or so we should have
time to shower before Ed and Mr. Turner get here.

A sudden thought crossed his mind. "Yikes! I forgot to tell Frank we were
having company for lunch."

"Do you ever sit down?" Rick asked.

"Sure! I'll sit down at the piano stool here shortly," Jeff grinned as he
rushed off to find Frank.

"You have quite a brother," Rick remarked to Amanda.

"Yeah, I know. I hope I let him live until he's at least 20," she
responded. "He's always been like this. It seems that he has every minute
planned. It used to drive me crazy."

"It still does me," I added. "He's got me doing stuff that I'd never do
alone. I'm gonna be Joe-Jock, by the time school starts."

"That's Jeffy," Mandy grinned. "How are you holding up Ben? We haven't
heard 5 words out of you all morning."

"I'm okay," Ben said unsmiling.

"Is there a problem?" Amanda asked with concern.

"No not really," Ben answered. "It just seems strange here. I mean,
everyone is nice ta me and all that, but I feel like a pig in a pole
vaultin' contest."

"Have you talked to Jeff about how you feel?" Mandy queried with a soft
voice.

"No. I don't want to appear ungrateful for all y'all are doin' for me,
takin' me in and givin' me stuff and the like. I jus' feel that I don't
belong."

"Give it a little time," Rick advised. "I'd talk to Jeff about it too."

"Are you missing Jon?" I asked.

"Yeah, worse than anythin'," Ben admitted.

"I think you should give him a call," I suggested. "Then we can talk about
the rest of this with Jeff this afternoon after Ed and Mr. Turner are
gone."

In the background, from the other room, we could hear Jeff warming up on
the piano.

"I'll call him from my room," Ben said, a smile appearing on his
face. "Then I'll get ready and go out to the exercise room and start in."

"I'll join you in a little while," I offered. "I'd like to be just about
finished when Jeff shows up. He's a real slave driver."

"We'll be there too," Amanda said for herself and Rick. "We'll come out in
about a half-hour."

JEFF's POV

I joined the others in the gym once I'd finished my piano practice. I
decided to take it easy as I hadn't worked out in a while and I didn't want
to overdo. The others were winding up their routines when I arrived, and
Mandy suggested that they take a quick shower rinse, then swim while I was
finishing my workout.

"I'll stay with Jeff and spot him," Chris announced. "When he's through
with his free weights, I'll join you in the pool."

"Great," Rick said as the three of them headed for the showers.

"We need to talk with Ben this afternoon," Chris said when the others were
gone. He stood at the head of the lifting bench enjoying the view. I
finished a set of reps, then with Chris' hands steadying the bar, placed
the barbell into it's holder above my head.

"What about?" I asked.

"Ben is feeling misplaced, I think," he responded. "I'm certain he misses
Jon too. I think that this place is a strange environment for him. I know
it was for me, and it wasn't nearly as much a transition as it's been for
Ben. He doesn't feel like he fits in."

"Yeah, I could see something is bothering him. We'd better have us a chat,"
I agreed. "Maybe we can do somethin' to make him feel more at home."

"I told him we could talk after our visitors leave this afternoon," Chris
informed me.

"That will work."

"I suggested he call Jon too. They must not have talked long though,
because he was way ahead on his exercises before I got here. He didn't look
happy."

"Let me get back to work here," I said. "I'll do two more reps then you can
join the others in the pool. Pay special attention to Ben though. Maybe
he'll open up a bit more and tell you what's bugging him."

I began my second set in earnest, paused for a moment's rest, then attacked
the third set. Afterward Chris left and I hurried through the rest of my
exercise routine. I took a quick shower, and joined the others in the pool.

"We'd better make this a quick swim," I observed as I slid into the
water. Ed and Mr. Turner should be here in about a half-hour."

"I'm ready to get out," Rick said as he vaulted up on the deck and extended
his hand down to assist Amanda.

I looked over at Chris and Ben. They were sitting on a below-water ledge
and appeared to be engaged in conversation. Ben was looking mighty sad. It
looked like he was ready to cry.

"Sup?" I asked as I swam over.

"Ben called Jon," Chris explained. "He talked to Jon's Mom. I guess that
something happened this morning between Jon and his old man, `cause Jon's
Father pitched him out. His Mom is real upset, but there's nothing that can
be done."

"I wonder why he didn't call?" I asked myself aloud. "He should have known
that he could depend on us. I think we'd better get out and prepare for
action."

Ben and Chris turned and using the ledge for a step, climbed onto the
cool-deck. Chris put his arm around Ben's shoulder as they headed for the
showers. Placing my hands on the pool's deck edge, I leaned forward and
with a kick of my feet, projected myself up on the deck. Dripping, I
followed my lover and our young friend.

After showering and dressing we all went into the house. As we gathered in
the family room I cornered Rick.

"Do you play golf?" I asked.

A big smile appeared on his face.

"Sure, but I don't have my clubs with me," he stated. "What do you have in
mind?"

"I'd kinda like to put a foursome together for tomorrow. We can rent some
clubs at the course. Chris plays, though I haven't talked to him yet, and
my friend Doug Jacobs plays too."

"Sounds like fun," he responded.

"I'll call Doug and see if he can play," I decided. "If so, I'll get a tee
time."

"In the meantime, I'll talk to Mandy," Rick said. "I don't want her to
think I'm abandoning her."

"Good plan," I agreed smiling as I headed for the office to make my call to
Doug.

Fifteen minutes later, after conferring with Doug and Mandy, I got the tee
time and we were set. I had just hung up the phone when the buzzer rang at
the front gate. I knew that Frank would get it. I looked at my watch
thinking that Ed and Mr. Turner had made excellent time. I headed for the
front door to greet our guests, in time to see Frank headed that way from
the kitchen.

"It's a Jon Jones. He said that he knows you," Frank announced.

"I'll get it," I said nodding in agreement. "Would you find Ben? Jon and
Ben are boyfriends."

"Right away Jeff," Frank said with a smile.

"Hi Jon," I said as I swung open the door.

"Hello Jeff," Jon replied with sadness in his voice.

"Welcome home," I offered with a smile, trying to lift a little of his
grief.

"I'm really sorry to barge in like this Jeff," he apologized.

"Nonsense. We were expecting you."

His eyes opened wide and he looked at me questioningly.

"Ben called your house," I explained before he could ask. "I guess things
didn't go well with your Dad, huh?"

"That's an understatement," Jon replied. "My Father threw me out."

"Well, Mr. Jeff here just threw you in," I countered. "Of course you have
to bunk with Ben. I hope that's alright."

A very large smile finally appeared on his face.

"I can handle that," he replied.

"Speaking of that scallywag, grab your bag and let's go find him."

Jon, still smiling, picked up a backpack that he had set down on the porch
and stepped through the open doorway as I stepped back. Once inside he
quickly put it down again as he saw Ben rushing toward him.

I quickly closed the door so that we wouldn't scandalize the neighbors with
their more than friendly greeting. I can only tell you that lips collided
and duct tape could not have held those two together tighter than the arms
I saw wrapped around each of the youths.

"Ahem," I rasped, clearing my throat. "Time out!"

The two faces turned toward me with silly grins.

"Ben, show Jon to your room. You guys are going to be roommates."

I thought Ben's face would break with the delight it was expressing.

"Mr. Jeff," Frank interrupted. "I believe that Mr. Macgregor and Mr. Turner
are just coming up the drive.

"Okay you guys, scoot!" I ordered. "Ben you're in charge of keeping Jon
busy for the next hour or so. The rest of us have a meeting with our
lawyer."

"Yes Sir," Ben saluted. "Come on Jon. Wait `til ya see my room. I mean,
it's bigger than all outdoors!"

At that they each grabbed a strap of Ben's knapsack and raced for the
stairs leading to the second floor. They had just disappeared from sight
when the doorbell rang. I turned to the door, but Frank had beaten me to
it. He pulled open the door, smiled and said in a very formal voice,
"Welcome Mr. Macgregor. May I announce you and Mr. Turner?"

"Cut the crap Frank and let us in," Ed laughed.

Frank winked and stepped back out of their way.

"Hi Ed," I said in greeting.

"Hi back," he responded. "Tyler, I'd like you to meet my client, Jeff
Richards, known to his friends and family as S.J.  Jeff, this is Mr. Tyler
Turner."

"It's a pleasure, Mr. Turner," I said with a smile and an offered hand. "Ed
has already given us some good information about you and your company. I
can assure you that you are most welcome here. Oh, and please call me
either Jeff, or S.J. I answer to either."

"It's a double pleasure for me," the incredibly handsome and buff man
responded. "I'd be pleased if you'd call me Tyler."

"Thanks Tyler. Please come in and I'll introduce you to the family," I
said, indicating the way to the family room.

We began to move and I stepped ahead showing the way. Fortunately, Frank
had sounded the alarm to the others that our guests were here, so everyone,
except Ben and Jon, was assembled.

I quickly made the introductions, and we settled into our seats after Frank
had taken and delivered our orders for beverages.

"I hope your trip over was not too inconvenient," I ventured.

"No, honestly it was very pleasant," Tyler replied. "It's one of the
advantages of having your own fleet of airplanes, I guess. Actually our
stop here was only a slight detour. We have a place in San Diego that we
visit often on weekends. The rest of the tribe went on after dropping me at
John Wayne. Our pilots will return for me when we're finished here."

"I guess we should get right down to business then," I offered. "We'd not
like to keep you from a nice weekend in S.D. By the way, we really do
appreciate your fast response."

"Ed filled me in on the situation with your parents, both on the phone,
then on our trip here from the airport. I can say that we offer only
premium services, however even that is no guarantee that we'll be
successful in locating them."

"We appreciate your candor Tyler," Amanda joined in. "Could you give us an
idea of how you think you can help us?"

"I'm proud to say that we are the best in what we do," Tyler replied. "We
are very strong both here and in Europe. We also have connections in other
countries and continents too. I understand that the Feds suspect that your
parents were kidnapped. We can put 30 investigators and even more if need
be, on the search immediately. At our own risk, I've already issued orders
to begin the groundwork for the search. By Monday, we should know
everything that the FBI, the CIA, Scotland Yard and Interpol have
discovered. By Tuesday, if you wish to use our services, we'll be in
action."

"I'm impressed," I said. "Assuming that we go with you, how much do you
anticipate that this all will cost."

"At the present, we believe that it may take $100,000 to do it right. If
we're lucky and find them quickly, it could be substantially less. I won't
lie to you though; our fee is based on our efforts and expertise not on the
results. We require a $50,000 deposit. I should warn you though; it might
cost more, depending on what we find."

I looked at Amanda and she shook her head `yes'.

"That will be fine Tyler," I replied. "Ed will provide the money for you
and sign whatever is required. Please know that you are authorized to
expend up to twice the estimated cost if you have to take extraordinary
measures. You need not get authorization from us if such approval, in your
opinion, would delay action."

"That will make things much easier," Tyler agreed. "Nevertheless, we will
be in constant contact with you regarding our investigation and progress. I
am sending my Vice President for the Southern United States to London to
coordinate our efforts. He's an ex-FBI agent and is very competent. I too
will monitor our efforts from Las Vegas."

"Is there anything we need to know?" I asked.

"As we see it there are two probabilities," Tyler began. "The first is that
your parents were kidnapped for ransom. The other is that they were
abducted in order to use their skills. If they were kidnapped for money,
I'm sure you will be getting some kind of contact to produce the money they
want. On the other hand, if they were kidnapped for their skills, it is
likely that they might be kept hidden without any contact being made. I
understand that your Father is a noted cancer specialist and your mother is
an author and educator. Is that correct? "

"Yes," I answered simply.

"In that case, unless we hear that you've been contacted for ransom money,
we will work on the theory that they were kidnapped for their skills. Can
you think of any specific skills for which your mother would be kidnapped?"

"None whatsoever," Mandy replied before I could open my mouth. "Mom is a
noted linguist, and has a number of other skills, but I can't think of any
that would make her a target."

"I agree," I concurred.

"We can be pretty sure then that your mother disappeared principally
because she was in the company of your Father. Being a noted oncologist,
it's much more probable that he was the principal target."

"Why would anyone want to kidnap a surgeon/oncologist?" Mandy asked.

"I can think of a couple of reasons, right off," Tyler answered. "First,
let's imagine that you are a dictator, the Head of State in a small
country. Let's further guess that you've been found to have cancer. If it
were known that you were ill, it could topple your regime if your enemies
found out. Further, if you were from a third-world country, it's unlikely
that you have in your small country competent specialists or even the
proper equipment to treat your condition."

"I guess that makes sense," Mandy agreed. "What other reason comes to
mind?"

"Let's say you were an outlaw, one who has money and influence. You
wouldn't want anyone to know where you were in order to avoid arrest. You
can't be treated, especially surgically, in a hideout or a cave. You need
to be in a hospital where they have medications and facilities. It makes
sense to evoke the greatest secrecy. What better way to do that than to
kidnap a doctor for the treatment and to hold the wife of the doctor as a
hostage to insure that he will perform?"

"Wow!" I exclaimed. "I never thought of any of that!"

"It's all those things we have to explore," Tyler explained. "There are
probably 20 or 30 despots that might be eligible under the first scenario,
and probably that many `bad guys' that would fall under the second. There
might be two or three other possibilities that I haven't even considered
yet. That's why a team effort is so valuable and why it takes quite a few
people just to follow up on the possibilities. If the kidnapping is really
devoid of clues, we may have to skip that kind of follow up and move to the
`end user' approach.  We will do both but could still end up empty handed."

"I can see why it won't be cheap," Ed remarked.

"It's important that we work as carefully and discreetly as possible
too. I'm sure the kidnappers know that they're being sought by the law
enforcement agencies, but we're a factor that they haven't considered. We
know that they're violent as witnessed by the couple that was murdered, so
we have to be careful not to further endanger your folks. Finally, as much
as I don't want to say this, it is possible that they're already dead. I
will say that I think they're alive. Someone went to an immense amount of
trouble to abduct them. Unless their usefulness expires, I'd guess that
they will be kept alive and well. Our first job is to find them, then we'll
have to set up a plan to get them back afterward."

"Well, you're hired," I declared. "We just want you to know that we're here
if there is anything you need from us."

"I presume that the Feds have tapped your phones in case it is a kidnapping
for money?" Tyler asked the question that I thought he felt sure of the
answer.

"Yes, with our permission," I replied.

"Good. If they hadn't, we would have," Tyler said. "If you receive any
ransom calls, contact us immediately. Since the world thinks that your
parents are dead, we would be better off not telling everyone differently
for the time being. It will give the kidnappers a feeling of false
security. It will also eliminate a lot of false ransom calls. We have
contacts inside Homeland Security as well as with the CIA and the FBI so we
can tap their knowledge. They might withhold the information though if we
don't know they have it. Historically the Federal Agencies were most
reluctant to share information, even with each other. 9/11 changed all
that, at least on paper."

"You'll be the first to receive a call if we hear of anything," I promised.

"Thanks," Tyler said. "It will be a pleasure working with you. I promise
we'll do our best."

"We're confident that you will," I concluded. "Now, if there is nothing
else that we need further to know or do, I'd suggest that we have
lunch. I'm sure that Frank has prepared a tasty meal. You and Ed will join
us, of course," I offered.

"It would be our pleasure," Tyler said for the both of them.

"I'll go see if it's ready."

"There's no great hurry," Tyler said. "Perhaps we'll have time to get to
know each other better."

"I know we'd all like that," I said as I stood. "Be right back."

I walked quickly to the kitchen door.

"Hey Frank," I said sticking my head inside. "When will lunch be ready?"

"In about 20 minutes," he answered.

"Fine," I replied. "We'll be ready when you are."

"20 minutes," Frank repeated.

"Okay, thanks," I concluded, backing out of the doorway.

I returned to the Family room and announced the lunch time before again
taking my seat. It was just in time to hear Mandy ask, "Tyler, tell us
about your family."

CHRIS'S POV

Wow! And I thought Jeff's family was impressive!  As Tyler told us about
his family I was about knocked over. First, it was obvious that he was gay,
and so, it appears is everyone in his whole family. He has a brother whose
name is Ron and they both have life-partners as well as several gay kids
that they either have adopted or that they care for as their wards. Tyler
is really Ron's half-brother and they didn't even know about each other
until they were both adults. Ron had inherited his father's business which
was big, just for starters. He had already expanded it immensely when he
found Tyler and discovered that they were brothers. They became partners
when Ron bought Aztec Security and renamed it Aztec-Turner Security, making
Tyler its principal owner.

Tyler's tale was interrupted by Frank's call to lunch. I must say, that man
Frank is impressive. Even though lunch was light, it was beautifully
presented. Of course, Ben and Jon came down to join us and were properly
introduced to our visitors. They ate quietly, not engaging in the
conversation, but just watched in awe of what was going on around them. I
could tell they were somewhat nervous. I was properly proud of Jeff,
though. While he seemed properly impressed with Tyler, he was not
overwhelmed. I somehow think we found a new friend in the handsome hunk
Tyler, who displayed all the polish of a successful businessman, yet was
personable and thoughtful of each person at the table.

During lunch Tyler had asked about our family. Amanda offered the family
history and the `growing up' story and then Jeff took over describing the
events of the summer so far. I was thankful that the parts about me, Ben
and Jon were told by Jeff in such a way as to not embarrass us, or as a
put-down, making Jeff the great emancipator and us as poor, needy
waifs. Jeff made it look like our joining his family was a great
opportunity for the Richards', not a rescue effort. I was thankful for
that. I'm sure that Tyler was smart enough to see through Jeff's
subterfuge, but from all outward appearances he took the hook. I knew
better, but I'm sure that Ben and Jon didn't have the first clue what Jeff
was doing.

After lunch we all reconvened in the family room. Tyler began to tell us
personal stories about his and his brother's boys. He told us a story of
one of Ron's sons, Douglas. I couldn't imagine what that poor kid had been
through. He was born with congenital birth defects and was left to be
raised in an orphanage. Tyler told of Doug's struggles as a youth and his
eventual escape and bus trip to find Ron in Las Vegas. He told of his
struggle, dragging his deformed body through the night to Ron's office, and
how Ron's partner, Matt had been called to the lobby of their office when
he appeared. He and Ron took Douglas in as their son, and over some time
his body was operated on to correct most of his deformities, followed by
months of physical therapy. Just when Douglas had become whole, he
contracted cancer and shortly after he was formally adopted by Ron and
Matt, in spite of the best efforts of medical science, he died. Tyler told
the story with such love and compassion, praising the boy in the light of
love and hope that he'd displayed so bravely, that there was not a dry eye
in the room. Tears even flowed from Tyler's eyes as he finished the
story. I know that it would be impossible to display the real love that
Tyler's family had for their son Douglas, but as a storyteller, Tyler has
to be near the top of the list.. I know too that the story of Douglas left
me, as well as Ben and Jon, with feelings that comparatively, none of us
had a problem worth mentioning.

We took a break from Tyler's story to take care of necessities and for
getting refreshments. During the interim Tyler took Jeff aside and they
disappeared into the study for nearly 20 minutes. The rest of us mingled
and got to know each other better. Amanda took over as the hostess though
I'm sure she wondered what Jeff and Tyler were talking about. I know I
wondered too.

During the time we were waiting for Jeff and Tyler to return, Rick came
over and we began talking casually. We discussed Tyler's story and its
emotional effect on us. Then we changed the subject. He asked me if I was
ready for tomorrow's golf match. Of course, I was surprised and just a bit
more than a little pissed that Jeff hadn't mentioned it to me. I tried to
cover up my irritation, but I think that it showed, as Rick was apologetic
that he'd let the proverbial `cat out of the bag.' Sensing that he'd
inadvertently made a faux pas, he quickly changed the subject again and we
began talking about Ben and Jon. I must admit that we both agreed that Jeff
might be taking on more than he was able to handle with those two,
particularly with the fate of Jeff's and Amanda's parents in limbo and the
fact that Jeff was still technically a minor. Rick seemed to feel that
there was no such problem with me. He knew that I was already an accepted
member of the family and that would never change, regardless of any other
circumstances. In fact he said how relieved and happy both he and Amanda
were that I was in Jeff's life.

Finally Jeff and Tyler reappeared. Everyone noticed, of course and everyone
was curious about what they had talked about. Nevertheless, no one said
anything, believing that Jeff would tell us when the time was right. Rather
than reassemble as we had before for more of Tyler's stories, he and Jeff
opted separately to circulate and talk to individuals in the room. I don't
think that Jeff or Tyler told anyone what they'd been discussing in the
study. I know that they didn't tell me, even though I asked Jeff. He simply
said quietly that he'd tell me later. I decided also as we were talking to
save any discussions about the irritation I was feeling over the golf
outing until later when we were alone. There was no point in creating a row
with company present.

After a short time, Tyler announced that he needed to leave. He thanked us
all for our time and expressed his pleasure in getting to know us
personally. He also said that he was sure, if all went as planned, he'd be
seeing us again soon.  He said that his plane would be arriving about the
time Ed could get him back to John Wayne airport, so he said his last
goodbyes. We all gathered at the front entry to thank him and Ed as they
departed. Climbing into Ed's vehicle he started it, and then it began
moving down the drive as the huge gates swung open. After a brief moment,
we watched as the car disappeared down the hill.

Again gathering in the family room, I saw Ben corner Jeff, asking if he and
Jon could go swimming. Jeff took them upstairs to make sure they were
equipped with swim suits before he returned to rejoin Rick, Mandy and me.

"Ok, spill it brother," Amanda said as Jeff settled down beside me on a
sofa.

"Spill what?" he asked with a mischievous grin.

"You know what," Mandy challenged. "What was the big pow-wow with Tyler in
the study?"

"Most of the time we talked about Ben and Jon," Jeff revealed. "I knew from
his story that he had lots of experience in taking in boys who'd been
rejected by their families."

"What did he say?" I asked brimming with curiosity.

"He made a suggestion that I accepted for all of us," he responded, still
grinning.

"And that is?" I almost demanded, remembering about the golf match.

"He suggested that we all visit the Turners in Las Vegas. They're picking
us up at John Wayne Airport on Tuesday morning."

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Author's note: If you haven't read the story about the Turner clan, I
invite you to do so. It won't be necessary for understanding Super Jeff,
but if you are enjoying this story I think you'll like it too. It's called,
Ron and Bryan and is found on www.crvboy.com listed under JET (click on
`Authors A-M, then JET), or on Nifty/Adult Friends, last posted Dec. 17,
2005.  HUGs. John Tucker (aka JET)