Charlie Savage
by Daddy's Boy and Brother Ted

This story describes a very strange family. In this story there will be lies, deceit, murderous intentions, and a lot of sex. This story contains scenes depicting both homosexual and heterosexual sex scenes. This story features a chemical that doesn't exist in reality. The story describes sexual relationships and acts between males and females of various ages and even incestuous acts. If you are offended by this, don't read the story. This story may be long, but I'm not promising anything. I do promise to update it as much as possible. I would like to hear what you all think of this story, but please don't make requests. The story is finished by the time the first chapter is posted to any site.

I'd also like to introduce the writing of my brother, Ted. He wrote parts of this story with me, so he gets at least half the credit. I'd like to take this time to thank Kandor259 for editing the story and at least trying to make us sound like we know what we're writing about. Go to https://donate.nifty.org/donate.html and donate to Nifty to keep the site free and give us all something to read.

Charlie Savage
Chapter 2

"Your mother is very angry," Dad said as he came into my room with all of his clothes in his arms.

"I'll go talk to her," I said. "I made room for you in the closet and the dresser."

"Thanks, buddy," he said as I left the room.

"What the hell is going on?" demanded my mother as I walked into the room she'd shared with my father until tonight. She was looking me in the eye.

"You're fine with this," I said, watching as her pupils dilated. "You don't want to sleep with him, anyway. You want to stay married, but you don't like sex. He isn't moving into my room for sex, but sex might happen. Mom, you will be fine with all of this."

"You're right," she said with a sigh. "If you want him, I suppose it's fitting that you have him. After all, he was trying to kill you for years. Maybe this is revenge."

"Maybe it is," I said. "But then you were just as guilty as he was, weren't you?"

"Yes," she said, sinking until she sat on the edge of the huge bed.

"So, if this is revenge against Dad, shouldn't I take revenge against you, too?" I asked.

"Yes, you should," she said. She sounded defeated.

"Well, then this isn't revenge," I said. "I forgive you both. You're both going to be nothing but the best parents from now on. Why would I want to make you suffer for it?"

"You've got a point," she said. "So, your father can get you up in the morning and take you to school. He also says that he's hiring a maid and a cook."

"You don't like to cook and clean," I said. "This was my idea to help you, Mom."

"Well, that's sweet," she said, but I looked her in the eye to make my next point.

"You will be nice to whoever we hire," I said. "You'll also be nice to Carlos and Manuel."

"Of course," she said with a smile. "Good night, Charlie."

"Good night, Mom," I said before leaving the room.

I went back to the bedroom and stopped in my tracks. My father was naked! I looked him over, and I had to say that though he'd been a bastard of a father for the last fourteen years, he wasn't bad to look at. He was physically fit with defined pecs, abs, and all kinds of muscle groups. His chest was covered with soft dark hair that made him look even better. He was naturally tanned due to our ethnicity. He told me once a long time ago that we are a mixture of Egyptians and Spaniards. This gave us our naturally tanned skin. Some have called it olive, but we don't have green pigment in our skin. Dad looked amazing with his dark hair contrasting that tanned skin. His penis, though soft looked hefty and thick.

"Sorry," he said when he saw me looking. "I sleep naked."

"That's completely fine," I replied. "So do I."

"You do look like a younger, skinnier version of me," Dad said once I was naked. "With a little weight on you and some exercise, you'll look like me."

"Well, we do have that gym in the spare bedroom," I said. "You could teach me."

"I could," he said as we settled into bed beside each other. "I was most shocked to see that our dicks are about the same when they're soft."

"We'll have to compare them erect some time," I said. It wasn't something that I had been planning, but hell, he had brought it up. I just took it home.

"No time like the present," he said, shocking the hell out of me when he leaned over and wrapped his hand around my dick.

"Okay," I said as I reached over and grabbed his. I was a little shocked to find that he was already hard, but whatever.

We were effectively masturbating each other. I didn't know where this was going to lead, but I was sure that I wasn't going to put the breaks on it. This was the first time that a hand that wasn't my own had touched my dick. Unfortunately, he stopped, moved, and turned on the light. Then he shoved the comforter and sheet down to reveal our equally erect dicks. He looked from his own to mine and back again.

"I'd say I've got you on length," he said. "But you're young yet. You'll grow."

"Yeah," I said. I was still disappointed that he had stopped masturbating me just to check.

"Well, goodnight," he said, turning off the lamp. He pulled the comforter and sheet back up and turned on his side facing away from me.

"Goodnight," I said, though I was a bit frustrated.

I turned on my side facing away from him as well and tried to sleep. While I tried to sleep, I thought about what it would be like to have a sexual relationship with my father. The man had never wanted me. Sure I was his favorite person in the world now, but that was because I'd used my strange ability on him. It did absolutely nothing to change his behavior in the past. He'd tried to kill me several times, and I believe that this last time, he'd almost succeeded. That would make having sex with the man almost a sacrilege. On the other hand, he did hate me underneath whatever my strange ability had done to him. I thought about the man he'd been before I'd used my ability. How would that man feel about having a sexual relationship with the boy he hated and never wanted to begin with?

I fell into a nightmare infested sleep. In the nightmare, he had reverted to the man he had been before I used my ability. This time he wasn't trying to kill me with drugs. Now he was about to shoot me. I tried to use my ability, but it didn't work. He laughed in my face. Just as the gun went off, the man that he was after I'd used my ability shook me to wake me up for the day. I sat bolt upright in the bed and gasped.

"Bad dream?" he asked, looking concerned.

"Yeah," I sighed. "But it's over now."

"Let's get ready for the day," he said. "We can shower at the same time."

Here it was again. Was he trying to instigate something? Maybe he felt that since we'd slept naked in bed together and had our hands on each other's dicks, showering together was nothing. Maybe he was testing me to see if I wanted things to progress. I decided there and then that I wouldn't use my ability to make anything happen. If he wanted to have sex with me, he would let me know in his own time. I still didn't know this man.

The interesting thing about the shower in my bathroom was that it had two showerheads. There was one at each end of the shower. He used one side, and I used the other. So it was more like showering after gym class with the other boys. We didn't touch each other. He didn't even ask me to wash his back. I was both relieved and disappointed. This was messing with my mind. I got out of the shower, dried off, and got dressed for the day.

I got downstairs and was shocked to find a six-foot-tall olive complected muscle man serving breakfast. The light from the chandelier reflected off his bald head. He looked at me with his dark eyes and waited until I was seated. Then he put a plate of waffles in front of me. Next, it was a smaller saucer of bacon. He went back to the kitchen to get more food as my father walked into the dining room.

"Nice of you to tell me you'd hired Mr. Hassan," Mother said testily. "I came down and nearly had a heart attack when he told me that breakfast would be ready soon."

"Sorry, Elizabeth," he said. "It must have slipped my mind. Let me not make the mistake again by telling you that Miss Anipe Ali will be arriving around ten this morning to begin her duties as our maid."

"Another Egyptian?" Mother asked.

"Would you have rather had more Mexicans?" he asked, raising his eyebrows as Mr. Hassan put a plate of waffles in front of him.

"What difference would it have made to me?" she asked.

"None, I guess," he said as he poured syrup over his waffles. He glanced at me. "Eat up, Charlie. We have to leave soon."

"Yes, Sir," I said as I began to eat.

"So, any regrets about what happened last night?" Dad asked me as he drove me to school.

"Well, one," I said with a grin. "You had your hand around my dick, and you stroked it a few times. I regretted that you didn't finish the job."

"I didn't think you wanted me to," he said.

"I didn't think you wanted to," I replied.

"Well, yours wasn't the first dick I've held in my hand," he said, shocking me. "When I was about your age, I had a friend that I did everything with. We learned to masturbate from his older brother, and his brother instigated a lot of what happened between us, but I don't regret anything we did."

"How far did you and this friend go?" I asked. "If you don't mind telling me."

"We went pretty far," he admitted. "Far enough that I can say I am not a virgin in any way. I've, of course, had sex with females, I've had oral and anal sex with one male. Before you ask, the oral and anal sex went both ways."

"Wow," I said. "So, you and your friend?"

"Yes," he said. "I found out a little later that his brother had been fucking him for a year by then, so he didn't have trouble with it. I, on the other hand, had a lot of trouble at first. Once we got going it was pretty hot."

"These are things I'd never have guessed about you," I said honestly.

"Now, to reply to your statement about thinking I didn't want to continue last night," he said as he pulled up to the school. "I wasn't for it or against it. I've decided that whatever happens between us will happen as long as you want it to happen. You told me you didn't know if you were gay or not. If you want, I'll help you figure that out."

"I'll keep that in mind," I said as I got out of the car. "Have a good day."

"You as well," he said just before I shut the door and walked away.

I thought about what he'd said all through the first three hours of school. In truth, with my ability, I could have anyone help me with finding out if I was gay or not. There were plenty of attractive male students in my classes. I could even get Jackson Epping or Tommy Markham to help me with that. I wasn't sure that I wouldn't put them in that position sooner or later. I had to think about what I wanted to happen between me and my father. Did I want to have sex with him? The idea wasn't repulsive to me. I suppose I could do things with him. I wasn't sure about him fucking me. That would just do things to my mind that I didn't want. No, I'd be the top in that relationship, if it ever developed.

That day I was plagued by Annabelle Sears, the girl who'd given me her number and asked when we were going to go out. She was always flanked by her two best friends, the most popular trio of girls. Laura Bennett and Raina McClean were pretty girls just like Annabelle. They were different in their beauty. Annabelle was blonde-haired and blue-eyed. Laura was dark-haired with gray eyes. Raina was a strawberry-blonde with the strangest shade of blue-green eyes I'd ever seen. Laura and Raina were the girlfriends of my new friends, Jason and Eric.

"So, you didn't call me," Annabelle said as she and the other two walked behind me on my way to the cafeteria.

"I'm sorry, but I had a lot to do with my parents last night," I said, deciding on the spot to get this over with. "Why don't we make plans now?"

"Okay," she said. "There's this movie that we're all going to see Friday night. Why don't you come with us?"

"How are we getting there?" I asked.

"Eric's brother has a van," she said with a smile.

"All right," I said, grinning at her for all I was worth. "It's a date."

"Cool," she said as we got our food.

She followed me to the table. Before I knew it, Eric and Jason were sitting with us as well. They were both happy to hear that I would be joining them on Friday night. I wasn't sure what I thought about it, but it was a group date, so I thought I'd be fine. The rest of the day went pretty well. Three different times, Jackson Epping saw me and walked the other way. I was going to have to catch him and lift that particular command. In its place, I'd think of something else that was fitting for him.

"Why don't you hang out with us today?" Jason asked at the end of the final hour of school.

"I'd like to," I said. "But I've already made plans."

"With Annabelle?" he asked, smiling.

"No," I laughed. "I'm spending some time with my best friend tonight. He doesn't go to this school because he's deaf."

"That sucks," he said. "Maybe me and Eric can meet him one day."

"I'll see what I can do," I said as I grabbed my books and headed back to my locker.

I almost came face to face with Jackson Epping. I stopped him and looked him in the eye. I told him to stop avoiding me. Then I told him that he thinks I'm the coolest boy in school. Then I left him standing there staring after me. I laughed as I walked out of the school and straight to my father's car. I called Maria Alvarez's phone on my way to the car and asked if I could come and spend some time with Edguardo. She told me she'd love to have me. She asked if Manuel would be bringing me home. Manuel Alvarez was one of the gardeners employed by my parents. He was also her husband. I told her that my father would bring me over. She was quiet for a moment, but then she said she'd see me soon.

"How was school?" Dad asked as I slid into the passenger seat of the car.

"Great," I said. "I have a date Friday night, but it's a group thing."

"Who's the lucky girl?" he asked.

"Annabelle Sears," I said. "She's the most popular girl in school."

"There you go," he said with a grin. "Chip off the old block. Your mother was the most popular girl in school. Do yourself a favor, though. Don't marry her."

"No worries there," I said. "Can you drop me off at Manuel's house? I'd like to spend some time with Edguardo."

"Sure," he said. "What time do you want me to pick you up?"

"Seven," I said after thinking about it for a moment.

"So, you'll have dinner at their house tonight?" he asked.

"Maria never lets me out of the house without feeding me something," I laughed.

"This, no doubt, is leftover from when we were bad parents," he said. He didn't sound angry about it, though.

"Yeah," I said. "Don't worry about it. I'll tell them about the big change in parenting style."

"Don't tell anyone that we sleep in the same bed, Charlie," he said in a warning tone.

"Alan, I'm not stupid," I said, grinning at him. "I know the damage that would do. Trust me a little."

"I am," he said. "Just thought a reminder couldn't hurt. I've got too much riding on my business idea."

"What business idea?" I asked. This was the first I'd heard of it.

"Well, you know I'm a chemist," he said. "I'm tired of working on experimental drugs that never go anywhere. I want to branch out and do different work. My degree lets me do engineering, but I could also do sales. If I can get three people with good sales experience, I could open a drug sales company. We'd sell to doctors, but we'd be working with drugs that I develop that work."

"You know which drugs will work?" I asked.

"I've been working on a drug that I know will help with asthma," he said. "I'm also planning on starting work on a new erectile dysfunction drug."

"Another little blue pill?" I asked with another grin.

"Sort of," he said. "What do you think?"

"I think that if you can, go for it," I said. "There might be a lot of money in this little venture."

Manuel and Maria's house was much smaller than ours. They had no front yard. It was all cement. There was a carport beside the small house, but only Maria's Blazer was parked there. The house itself was a white box-like house with a black shingled roof. I knocked on the door as my father drove away. The door opened, and I was engulfed in a hug by Maria. She wrapped her arms around me and held on tight.

"You sounded so different on the phone, Mijo," she said as she held me. Finally, she let me go.

"I'm fine, Maria," I said. "I'm sorry I didn't come sooner, but I've been a little busy."

"You're here now," she said. Then she looked me up and down. "Nice clothes! You need a haircut, and you're too skinny."

"My dad took me and bought me a whole new wardrobe," I said. "I'm working on the skinny part, but it's going to take a bit. As for my hair, I guess I haven't gotten around to having him take me to get it cut."

"I'll cut it for you," she said, nodding.

Maria was a cosmetologist. She worked in one of the salons on this side of town. She didn't wait for me to say yes or no. Before I knew it, I was trussed up with a cape, sitting in a kitchen chair and she was using clippers on me. I was afraid she was going to shave my head, but she stopped at the back and sides. Then she wet my hair with a spray bottle of water, combing through it with her comb. Then she started to cut. I had no idea what it would look like when she was done. I just hoped I'd look all right. She cut Manuel and Edguardo's hair all of the time, and they both looked good. I had hope.

When she was done cutting, she put product in my hair. I didn't know what it was, but it sure smelled good. Then she hooked a blow dryer up with an extension cord and proceeded to dry my hair while she used a vent brush to style it. She chattered away that it was cut to do what she was doing, so it would do it on its own if I just let it dry on its own. She said that with a little product, a blow dryer, and a vent brush, I could really get it to look good.

Edguardo came into the kitchen while she was styling my hair. He smiled really big at me and signed his hello. I didn't sign back, because Maria had told me not to move until she was done. Edquardo was six-feet-tall with darker hair than my own. His brown eyes looked troubled, and I wondered what was going on. He was usually so happy all of the time. I loved to be around him because he was always so happy. I knew it came from being so loved.

"Are we done?" I asked when she turned off the blow dryer and stopped using the brush on my hair.

"Yes, Mijo," she said. "Now you look good."

"Thank you, Maria," I said, smiling at her.

"Go, look," she said, waving me on.

Edguardo followed me to the bathroom where I stood, looking at my reflection in the mirror above the sink. She'd done a number on my hair. I'd always just cut it with household scissors, but she'd given me a style. It was cut close at the sides and back. She'd blended the top into the sides and back. My bangs did this flip thing that I'd seen before. Eric's hair was cut like this. It looked great. Edguardo signed that I looked hot. I smiled at this. He was always telling me that I was hot. I'd often wondered if he liked me a little. He'd never signed that he was gay, but then I'd never asked.

We went out to the back to shoot hoops. Neither of us were basketball players, but he was fun. He stopped me a time or two to sign this or that. I'd sign back, and play would resume. I still noticed that look in his eyes, and finally, I stopped him to sign that I wanted to know what was wrong. He signed that there was a surgery that could possibly make him hear. I was excited for a moment. He waved his hand to get my attention. Then he signed that they couldn't afford the surgery. That pissed me off. I wanted to help him. I knew I could get my parents to pay for it, but I wasn't sure that Maria and Manuel would accept the money coming from them. There had to be a way. I signed back that I would do what I could to help him, and he hugged me. Then he signed that he was happy to just be my friend.

I heard Manuel pull up, and signed to Edguardo that his dad was home. He smiled really big at this, and we went to greet him. He looked me up and down and whistled. Then he told me how good I looked. He even hugged me. We followed him into the house where Maria got a kiss before she told him he stunk. She told him to get in the shower. She was making dinner. Edguardo and I went into his room to sit and sign to each other. He told me all about his school and that he was making friends. I told him about Jason and Eric and how they wanted to meet him. He seemed excited about meeting them.

Maria called us into the kitchen. She told us to wash our hands as Manuel came into the kitchen. He looked at me, smiled, and shook his head. I followed Edguardo to the bathroom where we took turns washing our hands. Maria put a plate of burritos on the table as we sat down. She signed to Edguardo that they were chicken with black beans and rice. He smiled. That was his favorite.

"Charlie, I can't get over the change in you, Mijo," Manuel said as he transferred burritos onto his plate.

"I'm doing much better," I said. "Maria cut my hair."

"You certainly look better than ever before," he said. "And your father brought you here? He did it knowing that you were coming here? I don't know what to think."

"Yeah," I said with a sigh. "They've changed. They're so much different now. I don't know why, but Dad is all interested in how my life is going. He calls me 'buddy' and all kinds of things. Mom tells me I have to gain weight. They hired a maid and a cook."

"I've met the maid," he said. "I've been a bit worried about you, though. I hadn't seen you in a while. You're good?"

"Yes, Manuel," I said, smiling. "I'm great. I don't trust this change in my parents, but if they get to be too much to bear, I'll let you know. I've got a cell phone. I'll give you the number, and you can call me any time you want."

"What's the number?" he asked as he pulled out his phone and prepared to add my number to his contacts. I rattled it off.

"Edguardo told me that there's a surgery that could maybe help him hear," I said carefully. I didn't want to upset them.

"Yes," said Maria. "He needs a stapedectomy. It's a surgery to remove a bone from his inner ear that's grown deformed. Edguardo can hear, it's just so hard for him to make out what people are saying. It's gotten worse. The doctor we talked to said that it was a simple procedure that they could do under a local anesthetic."

"What was the doctor's name?" I asked.

"Doctor Richard Epping over at the clinic," said Manuel. "We just can't afford the surgery."

Dr. Richard Epping. Could it be that Richard and Jackson Epping were his sons? If so, could I use my ability to get to him? If I could, then I could use my ability to get him to perform the surgery for free. I didn't want to say much. I didn't want to get their hopes up. I had to say something. They needed to know why I had probably looked excited.

"I know Richard and Jackson Epping," I said. "They go to school with me. Maybe they're his sons."

"That's nice," Maria said. "The fact remains that we can't afford the surgery. Edguardo is pretty upset about it."

I vowed then and there to get to the bottom of this. I'd get Edguardo the surgery one way or another. He as my friend, and he was the only friend my own age that I had that wasn't because of my ability. He was a real friend. If I was using my ability to make fake ones, why couldn't I use it to help the one real friend I had? They went back to asking questions about the change they saw in me. Manuel was shocked when he learned that my father had bought me a whole new wardrobe. He was even more shocked when I told him that he was also going to teach me to work out properly in the gym he'd installed in our spare bedroom.

When I left that evening, I got a hug from Manuel. I got a kiss and a hug from Maria, and I got the tightest hug from Edguardo. I was still thinking about a way to get him the surgery as I slid into the passenger seat of my father's car. He started driving without saying anything. I was quiet as I thought about how to do what I wanted to do. Did I have to go through Richard and Jackson? Couldn't I just go to the clinic and talk to this Dr. Richard Epping myself?

"What's got you so quiet?" Dad asked as he drove.

"Edguardo needs a surgery that might make him hear as good as me or you," I said. "They can't afford it. I've been wracking my brain trying to come up with a way to help Edguardo."

"We could give them the money," he said.

"I thought of that already," I said. "But I know that they wouldn't accept it. Manuel is a proud man, Alan. He wouldn't take charity from his employer."

"We could pay for it in secret," he said.

"That's a good idea, but if Manuel and Maria ever found out what we'd done, it would damage their opinion of me," I said. "They've been really good to me, and I'd hate to lose Edguardo as a friend."

"You'll think of something," he said. "If you need help, I'm always here for you. You look good, by the way. Did Maria cut your hair?"

"She did," I said with a chuckle. "She barely gave me a choice before she had me trussed up in a cape and was cutting away. It looks good, though."

"It does," he agreed. Then I noticed the paper bag sitting between us on the center console. I wondered what it was. "What's with the bag?"

"Oh, I got some things in case you decided to move our relationship into the sexual realm," he said. "Lubricants and such."

"Okay," I said. I'd been so wrapped up in Edguardo's surgery that I hadn't thought about whether or not I wanted to have sex with my father. I decided that it wasn't the worst idea. "I want to tell you that I'm not interested in being fucked."

"I figured that, Charlie," he said as he glanced at me. "The lubricant is so that you can fuck me."

Well, that gave me pause. He wanted me to fuck him? Where was this coming from? I'd only told him that I was his favorite person in the world. I hadn't told him that he was in love with me. Why did he want me to fuck him? It didn't make sense to me. I wondered if it did have something with me telling him I was his favorite person in the world. Could it be that I'd made him think he was in love with me with that statement? I decided I'd have to be very careful with the commands I gave out in the future if that one had produced this outcome.

"You know that I'll eventually find someone to have sex with that isn't you, right?" I asked.

"Of course," he said. "I'm not your boyfriend, Charlie. I'm your father. I'm only helping you to figure out what you like. If you want a girl to compare it to, try that Annabelle that you're going out with Friday. When you decide, and you find a boyfriend or a girlfriend, I'll go back to being just your father."

"So, why did you decide that I could fuck you?" I asked.

"Because when Mike did it, I loved it," he said simply.

"Have you been having sex with men in secret?" I asked.

"No," he said. "I've been having sex with women in secret. Your mother knows all about it. She was fine with it as long as I didn't want to have sex with her."

"She really seems to hate you," I said.

"The feeling is mutual," he replied. "I know it's probably a shock for you to learn that your parents hate each other, but it's the truth. I'd leave her if she wouldn't cut me off."

"Can't you get half of her money?" I asked.

"Prenuptial agreement," he said. "I can only nullify it if I can prove she was unfaithful. Funny, there wasn't anything in it about me being unfaithful to her."

"You want help?" I asked.

"Maybe," he said. "We'll talk about it later."

He pulled into the garage and turned off the car. He grabbed the paper bag, and I followed him into the house. The cook was cleaning the kitchen when we came in. He nodded at us, but he didn't say anything. Dad went upstairs to the room we shared. I stopped in the living room and sat on the couch. My mother came in a few minutes later. She didn't say anything to me at first, but I was still thinking about the prenuptial agreement. I wondered if I could get her to have an affair. If I could, I'd tell them both to pay me no attention while I took photographs of it. Then I thought about the fact that I'd really be helping my father. Did I really need him to get that money? I thought a better thing to do was to get her to leave me everything in the will and then get her to kill herself. I wasn't actually going to do that, though.

"How was your time with your friend?" she said after a long moment of silence.

"It was good," I said. "I want to go see Doctor Epping tomorrow."

"Who is that?" she asked with what looked like fake interest.

"He's an otolaryngologist," I said.

"That's nice," she said with a sigh as she flipped through television channels.

I decided there and then that I wasn't doing anything nice for her. The command I'd used to get her to stop ignoring me and to be a better mother hadn't done anything to change the way she thought of me. Each time I talked to her and it wasn't about Dad, she was almost rude. Sometimes she looked at me with the most hateful looks, too. Sure, it would be helping the man who had tried to kill me, but he was willing to let me fuck him now. She was still a bitch. I decided there and then that I would get her to sleep with someone and photograph it. Then I had a devious thought. My mother hated ethnic people. Nevermind the fact that she'd married a man who was half Egyptian and half Spanish. She hated Mexicans most of all, which surprised me that she'd hired two of them to work as gardeners. Then again, maybe I wasn't surprised. She'd made sure that no Mexicans were working in the house. I decided that Carlos, the head gardener was the man for the job. However, before that, I had a good deed to do.

After school the next day, I had my dad take me to Dr. Epping's office. He said he'd wait for me in the lobby. I got the nurse to let me wait in the doctor's office. It was a nice office, I suppose. The walls were painted a light blue, the carpet was a darker shade of blue. There was a huge desk that looked like it was probably Mahogany or something. Two ladderback chairs flanked the desk. I sat in the one on the right, closest to the door.

When Doctor Richard Epping came into the office, he was at first surprised to see a boy sitting in his office. Then he smiled, and I have to say that he was probably one of the most attractive men I've ever seen in my life. He was dressed in a black suit with a powder blue shirt and a royal blue tie. On his feet were seriously expensive-looking loafers. He carried a briefcase, and he just looked important and sexy. I had to remind myself that I wasn't here to fuck this man.

"What can I do for your, young man?" he asked as he took a seat behind his huge desk.

"I've come to talk to you about surgery," I said. "I'm friendly with your sons."

"Is that right?" Dr. Epping said with a grin that lit up his entire face. His blue eyes sparkled. "You going pre-med?"

"No, Sir," I said, smiling. "I've come to discuss a prospective patient with you. His name is Edguardo Alvarez."

"I've met with the Alvarez family and discussed this surgery with them," he said. "I can't tell you anything more."

"No," I said, smiling. He was looking me in the eye as he talked to me.

"I want you to perform the surgery pro bono," I said, and I watched his pupils dilate as the command sank in.

"I'll contact the Alvarez family in the morning," he said. "What's your name?"

"I'm Charles Savage," I said, accepting the hand he thrust out to me and shaking. "It's a pleasure to meet you."

"The pleasure's mine," he said. "You could be a salesman."

"No interest," I said, grinning again. "Thank you for seeing me."

"You're very welcome,' he said, standing. I stood as well. "I'll call the Alvarez family in the morning and tell them that the surgery is a go. Should I tell them about our chat today?"

"That's completely up to you, Sir," I said.