Date: Mon, 4 Jun 2018 04:17:12 -0400 From: James Hazelton Subject: DOOBY rhymes with Scooby Chapter 42 DOOBY rhymes with Scooby Part 42 By Jamie Haze The two weeks between the big family weekend at High View Farm and spring break vacation at Coral Place, seemed to whistle by for Dooby and Cory. There was school of course, a necessary but ongoing annoyance for the present. Then on the way to that noble institution, the boys spent their time conferencing with Charlie about closing the deal to buy the executive jet they'd agreed on. Charlie found that what Auggie said about such aircraft costing `a dime a dozen' wasn't quite accurate. He discovered that the largest of the smaller jets, such as Trasker's, were the best buys because of their higher initial purchase price, maintenance and staffing, therefore they were the hardest to resell. In fact, the one he chose was almost as cheap (expressed in millions of dollars) as some small jets such as Lear's. The Gulfstream G60 had been purchased new, just one year earlier, by a company who used most of their cash reserves to avoid financing charges. They, like President Bush, seemed unware that there was a recession until large orders were cancelled and payment for orders already delivered were delayed 120 days and longer. A year later, they needed every nickel to stave off bankruptcy. As usual, the first contract they cancelled was for office plant leasing. Employees weren't aware that there were problems until the absence of luxuriant greenery turned their offices into barren wastelands of shiny steel and Formica. Next to go on the market was the damned plane they shouldn't have bought outright in the first place. The company advertised everywhere they could think of, along with networking with other companies they ever dealt with and received no offers or even inquiries. Charlie saw the ads. The purchase price was well under market for a jet with less than 150 hours flight time on the engines. He was tempted to pay asking, but first checked out the company who was selling the aircraft at such a huge discount. After he read the results of that investigation and after consultation with the boys, he offered $10 million under the asking price. No one was more surprised when, 24 hours later, their offer was accepted. Charlie had expected a counter offer but further negotiations were unnecessary as long as payment was in cash and the sale completed that same week. That was no problem, Charlie had lots of that and at least one of the three partners was delighted to take an afternoon off from school just to sign his name. Charlie and Cory just rolled their eyes at Dooby's joy. Charlie took care of the next steps. He got the aircraft surveyed from `appetite to asshole' to be very sure it was airworthy while he engaged a special staffing service, or employment agency who specialized in supplying qualified pilots and other personnel to owners of executive aircraft. He specified that all potential personnel be extremely liberal minded, or, if possible, gays would be most acceptable as long as they possessed unblemished credentials. The agency representative Charlie was working with was delighted with that one qualification. They had just three gays, all were pilots, on their client list who were difficult to place permanently because they had come out of the closet but otherwise had impeccable credentials. The man had difficulty in believing Charlie was gay, but of course he hadn't met Cory and Dooby and didn't know they were Charlie's partners. Three pilots would be temporaries during the first flight from Newark to some county airport in the hinterlands of New Jersey where the jet would be based. It wasn't until they met Charlie, his wife Laura, Deacon, his partner Mark, two half-grown Labs and especially the two teenage boys, Dooby and Cory onboard the plane that they understood the need for gay pilots. The three were worried because a flight crew on a jet consisted of a pilot and a copilot. That left one of them without a job at the end of the short flight. The unlucky individual would go back to his job of tending bar while he waited for the next temporary job aboard a plane. When the neatly uniformed pilots first boarded, Charlie directed them into the main cabin for coffee and pastries. They were served by a steward who was asked to join the party after he finished. All three regretted that a steward had already been hired because the unlucky one of them would have been delighted to have that job or any job as long as it was flying aboard a jet. As the meet and greet progressed, Dooby winked his approval to Cory of all three pilots before he got up to begin his personal inspection of the new family jet. He began aft in the bathroom that came with a small shower. "The shower is almost too small for two guys," he reported to those in the cabin. He added with a giggle, "Too small unless they're very good friends. If they aren't, they will be by the time they turn off the water. We'll just have to make do I guess." Dooby couldn't see the pilot's reaction but he could hear the stifled snickers. "Dooby, really!" Laura called out, "Don't start or you'll be grounded right here in Newark and have to find your own way home," she threatened. "Come on Mom Laura, I was joking," Dooby claimed on his way forward through the cabin. "We have to be up front with these guys from the start, so they can relax, concentrate on flying and not worry about saying something you might think is off color, as you put it." He turned to the three pilots and the steward, "If your gaydar is working, you already guessed that Cory and I are partners and Deacon and Mark, being old guys, have very little time to fool around, so they're almost married." Dooby danced away from Deacon as he began to stand up to give chase. Dooby turned back in time to warn the steward, "You should know new guy, you're holding that Danish too low with Chuckie sitting so close," he warned. "Oops, too late. Chuckie, you are one very naughty dog, but I bet that Danish was good." With Dooby forward somewhere, Charlie and Laura began asking what countries they'd flown to. They admitted that being young and gay, none had experience flying anywhere overseas except Canada. Although flying to any country was pretty standard around the world, so they didn't anticipate any problems. As they talked, the pilots got more enthusiastic with a glimmer of hope. Flying anywhere long distance required three pilots on the flight deck so one was always rested to give one of the other two breaks when required. Then Charlie revealed their future plans for the use of the plane. He and Laura would be flying for a month or more at a time to vacation spots anywhere in the world. They would be dropped off then the jet would return to fly Dooby, Cory and company around the US until it was time to pick them up to return Charlie and Laura home. Dooby interrupted the cabin conversation at that point. "Hey guys all the lights in the cockpit just turned on somehow. I didn't do it, honest," he called out. "When Dooby says he didn't do something, honest, it means he did whatever turned the lights on," Cory announced. He added, "Feel free to pound his ass! If you don't, I will as soon as I get my hands on him." He had to shout at the three pilot's backs as they ran forward. Dooby started laughing at his joke when he heard the sounds of someone approaching the cockpit at speed. Of course, no lights were on that shouldn't be since the jet was on standby; ready to start the engines. The first guy to reach Dooby, sitting in the pilot's seat, yanked him to his feet by closing both hands on his shirt front. He was spun around and pushed down the short corridor to the galley. "This is as far as you're allowed to come if one of us isn't in the cockpit, you little asshole!" "I think we just found our chief pilot, he already knows Dooby's nickname," Cory stated with a laugh. The short flight to the county airport where the Spelling's corporate jet was still based, was uneventful. The conversation revolved around transporting Thelma and Louise, two Asian elephants from High View Farm down to Marathon Key and Coral Place as a surprise for Auggie Bligh. The elephant's handler, Benji, thought Auggie was joking when he invited them, but Cory and Dooby were sure he was serious, so all that remained was the logistics of transport for them as well as another plane that would be packed with hay for them to eat during their one week stay. Charlie contacted the same air freight company he'd chartered a plane from to ship his and Laura's new limo to wherever they wanted it to be. Apparently, the company was used to strange client shipping requests as they had a plane that had been modified to transport horses around the country so it would be no problem for the two elephants to fly in that. The additional plane transporting hay was no problem at all. The boys laughed when they told Charlie about how Benji asked the ladies if they wanted to take a long trip to visit the big slow moving older guy who took a second ride. While Benji asked, he imitated Auggie's slow walk and mode of speech with some cursing thrown in so they remembered who he was talking about. He even hugged both their trunks just like Auggie did to get a second ride. The elephants seemed to agree to the visit with a couple of snorts, nods and trunk salutes. After the ladies' approval, Benji told them that this would be his first ever airplane trip too and confessed he and Bobby were scared. He warned that they both might need lots of trunk hugs until they arrived in Florida. The boys and the ladies had been to Florida before with the circus, but it stayed in the panhandle where the state was bordered with other states so the distance to other engagements was minimized. While the boys looked forward to visiting the Keys, they were just nervous about the mode of travel they had to take to get there, in the company of the ladies. When Benji heard Cory ask Mark about finding a truck to get the ladies to the airport, he asked how far away it was. Then since it was only 10 miles away, he guessed they would be delighted to walk that far to see something of the countryside along the way. Cory was delighted to find the ladies could walk that far, because when they arrived in Marathon, they could easily walk the shorter distance from the Marathon airport to Coral Place so they would be a complete surprise to Auggie and Zeek, since another semi-truck wouldn't be required in Marathon to worry about. ####### While it had been over two weeks since Tony and Brent had arrived at the Rainbow Club, Tony had almost forgotten why he was there. Meeting Auggie Bligh was no longer as urgent as deciding where to have breakfast each morning; in the dining room, on the terrace or have trays delivered to the beach. Or, how to start the day; with Bloody Mary's, or Screwdrivers. One thing he was sure of, he would buy a home there before he returned to California. Tony and Brent borrowed an SUV from the Club. Then they slowly began their search by hugging the Gulf coast side of the islands. They wanted waterfront with a sandy beach as well as complete privacy from the road and neighboring properties, if any. One morning, they were creeping along a single lane road that barely qualified as a driveway. They already knew from a sign, that the road was a dead end. Sooner than expected, the road was blocked by a set of open gates with a sign that said `Private Property'. They couldn't see the house from the entrance as the view was blocked by a mature orange grove where the old trees had grown together. There couldn't be a better privacy screen and as a bonus, the trees were loaded with fruit. They didn't get far before the drive branched. The left branch looked fairly well traveled with the pavement in good condition. But the pavement on the right was cracked in places with weeds beginning to encroach. They picked `the road less traveled' and soon popped out of the grove to see the placid Gulf lapping a sandy beach. More importantly, there was a rambling single-story house that looked like it had faced the Gulf for 50 years or more, yet it seemed to be in good condition, having weathered any storms Mother Nature had thrown at the Keys during its lifetime. Tony's joy was infectious, Brent scampered ahead to report what he saw through salt encrusted windows before Tony got that far. "Did you miss seeing the private property sign?" a man asked calmly from the edge of the grove behind them. He was carrying a wicker market basket that was half full of fruit. The man was nude with a rich dark tan and didn't seem to be embarrassed to accost the trespassers in that state of undress. Brent was the first to see the man was not alone as a pair of tow headed boys of perhaps seven and eight years old, appeared walking from the beach toward the man. Their tans were golden to match their nearly white sun-bleached blond hair. Tony spun around resisting the urge to reach for a weapon at his waist, which was fortunate since he and Brent only wore shorts without shirts so neither was armed. Tony began to give his guards their freedom as soon as they arrived at the Rainbow Club, including daily house hunts, so they were unaccompanied. "Um, yes, we saw the sign," Tony said, "That's why we drove in. We've been looking for a home just like this. You know, the kind that's ultra-private, where we wouldn't have to wear any clothes, just like you. Do you happen to own this home or know the people who do? We want to make an offer." "I own it," the man admitted, "we lived here until our new house on the other side of the grove was finished. First, if you guys are nudists, my boys would be more comfortable if you prove it." A few seconds later, Tony and Brent were carrying their shorts as they walked to the man to shake his hand and introduce each other. The man was Randy Smith. His boys were Randy, age eight, and Danny age seven. Somewhere, way back when, Danny decided he wanted a name that rhymed with his brother's so he announced his name henceforth was Dandy. Randy stood back while his boys gave Tony and Brent a tour of the empty house which was their playground on rainy days so they knew it better than their father. The fairly modern kitchen opened to a family or great room depending on how old you were. Randy said they used one end as a dining area. This was Randy and Dandy's primary play area where their toys were located. There was a formal living room, a den, four bedrooms and three full baths not including the master bath that was a part of a suite. All the rooms were large with views that were either orange trees or open water. Outside there was a rickety dock out to deeper water, a large concrete terrace with a pipe frame over it that once upon a time was for a roll up awning. There was no pool but there was plumbing and electric where a spa was once located. For safety, the home's walls were double stacked reinforced concrete block, the windows were all tempered glass and were equipped with roll down storm shutters. All in all, the house was ideal for Tony's or more accurately Tony and Brent's winter home. "How much are you asking?" Tony opened negotiations. Randy laughed, "Come on over to our house while you dream up how much you're offering," he countered. Along the way, they stopped to pick more fruit to fill Randy's basket. It was then that Tony and Brent discovered the hard way that picking oranges was nothing like picking apples or peaches. The orange tree branches pulled back harder than the picker pulled and sprang forward to lash out at body parts with some thorns along the branches. The adults laughed as the little boys demonstrated the twisting technique to pick the orange without getting slashed by the offended branch. Dandy suddenly looked at Tony's hand with a frown. "You got a scratch Uncle Tony!" The boy exclaimed as he pointed to a bloody spot on his arm. "Don't worry I'll get you some cream and a Band-Aid as soon as we get home," he assured although he wondered why his new Uncle Tony was red faced and laughing at his near fatal injury. After the boys ran away to find the biggest oranges within their limited reach, Randy told Tony, "Don't think that just because you've been adopted, you're going to get a lower family purchase price. If I have to live this close to family, the price goes up not down," he quipped. Tony and Brent were flabbergasted when they first saw Randy's home. It was two stories, with the first floor nearly touching the beach. From their limited research a brand-new house should have been built on stilts. They wondered how Randy got around that iron clad regulation. They didn't have to ask. Randy told them what appeared to be the second floor was actually the house that was built on concrete stilts. The first floor concealed the stilts that was built with breakaway or blow away sides and room partitions. The first floor was all living space that was all designed to blow away if there was a direct hit from a hurricane, hopefully saving their actual second floor home. Whatever, he and the boys would have evacuated long before any such storm arrived. When they got to the terrace, Randy asked if anyone was interested in squeezing their morning harvest. Two hands shot up along with excited jumping up and down. Randy usually helped his sons to avoid having orange juice all over the kitchen, that, and to be sure there would be enough juice to refrigerate to drink later. "Okay, you've got the job all by yourselves. If you do a good job and keep the kitchen clean with the juice in the pitcher where it belongs, then we can all have Screw Divers together. As the boys proudly carried the heavy basket away between them, Brent whispered, "You allow them to drink at their ages?" Randy shook his head. "Nope. To them, a Screw Driver is served in a tulip glass with an orange slice. That's what they're after. The stemware makes them all grown up. Then without looking into the kitchen, he reminded little Randy, "Just remember you're going to need all 10 of your fingers until you die. Please be careful with that knife when cutting oranges. The men heard whispers and giggles before the juicer started to growl. "What was that Daddy?" Randy shouted over the noise, of course accompanied by more giggles. "Don't make me come in there. You heard me, be careful!" Brent spoke up, "Why don't I go in there so they can teach me how oranges are squeezed. Maybe if I'm good, they'll let me have a turn." "Don't count on it. Believe it or not they take their chores seriously, especially squeezing oranges without me helping. They won't want you messing them up." Tony openly told Randy that they were staying at the Rainbow Club that was designed and built to cater to gays. Randy shrugged that revelation away which surprised Tony. "Aren't you worried that one of us will molest your sons?" "Nope, from what little I've read, molesters are mostly straight men who may even be married, with kids of their own. You obviously don't fit that mold. Now have you thought up an offer that I just can't refuse?" Tony named a price that was so huge, it caused Randy to hesitate. Tony shrugged and bumped the offer up by another million dollars. Randy couldn't get his hand out to shake on the deal fast enough. The men were distracted by Randy and Brent's laughter, Dandy shouted, "Uncle Brent my head ain't a juice squeezer! Now I've got orange pits in my hair and the juice is running down my body." "Oh dear," Brent said between laughs, "I think those pits are starting to grow! You'll be the only kid in your school with orange trees growing out of your head." "Do me next Uncle Brent," Randy demanded equal time despite the possibility of trees growing on his head. "Be quick, I see Dad and Uncle Tony on their way in here." "We better find the closest shower," Brent suggested, "so we're clean when they catch up to us. Then there's no proof that we messed the kitchen. Which way should we go?" While Randy and Tony entered from the beach, the boys and Brent were exiting through the side door from the kitchen. The boys led Brent around outside to the beachside shower where they shared a bottle of shower gel and the shower head. Brent agreed to wash the boy's hair but declined to wash the rest of their bodies even though they begged for the service. "Nope, no way," Brent stated. "Why not? Daddy washes us." "Guys my age who aren't related, don't wash guys your age, so forget it. Just be happy I got the seeds out of your hair before they put down roots. Here comes your father and Tony. Try to look innocent," Brent had time to say before the men approached while trying to hide their laughter. "Okay you three, march right back into the kitchen and clean up the mess you made. Don't come out of there until I inspect your work. Plus, I still want that half gallon pitcher filled with orange juice. After you finish, you will go into your classroom for a two-hour study time instead of the usual one hour. Brent tried to look contrite as he raised his hand for permission to speak. When Randy nodded, Brent asked, "Sir, what am I supposed to study?" He was enjoying his roll as a mischievous kid. Randy held his chin for a moment, "What do you do for a living when you aren't teaching my boys about your kind of mischief?" "Well, I'm kind of Tony's computer geek." "Excellent, your job will be to teach these boys how to use their laptops. I tried but I don't know much about them either." "Yes Sir, it shall be done" Brent promised seriously. He looked at Tony, "That is I will if we have time?" Tony nodded, "Take all the time you want. Meanwhile what do you three kids want on your lunchtime pizzas? My treat." My laptop is in the truck," Brent reminded. "You can go get it after you help your henchmen clean up the kitchen." "What's a henchmen Dad?" Randy asked. "Think of a co-conspirator, that's what your Uncle Tony meant." "Oh, why didn't you just call us that Uncle Tony?" Around noon when the pizza arrived, two kids and one big boy came out of the study room long enough to wolf down their slices and rush back into the study room to resume their computer lessons. The kids were delighted to have a home school teacher other than their father. During the `getting to know your new neighbor' talk, Randy told Tony he was a successful novelist whose real name never appeared on the mystery novels he wrote. He was a `ghost writer' for a few select novelists. This allowed them time to successfully promote their books. In return Randy said he collected 50 percent of the royalties, residuals and for potential movie deals for as long as the contracts lasted, which he guessed would be forever since the men with their names on the books could never admit they didn't write them; that they were literary frauds. When it was time for Tony to reveal his sources of income, he was more or less truthful. He told Randy that in his far younger days he actually strived to be known as the `Don of Dons' in the old mafia world. But when the states and Federal government decided to crush the Mafia, they naturally took aim at Tony as the alleged Don of Dons even though there was no proof. That's when he retired. Thereafter he maintained a low profile as he began to invest in assorted businesses he thought showed promise. So far, he admitted to a 70 percent success rate, so he was happy, financially secure and best of all, still alive. That reminded Tony that he needed to pay Randy for his new home and four acres of orange trees. Randy led Tony to the study room door where they heard lots of laughter but no discussion of computers. They opened the door to see two kids and one big boy sitting on the floor playing with remote control cars. Tony stepped over to Brent and playfully grabbed him by the ear. "Come on you little geek, it's time to go to work. We need to pay Randy for our new home before he changes his mind," Tony said as Brent scrambled to his feet to relieve the pressure on his ear. Back out on the terrace with his laptop open and connected to Randy's Wi-Fi, Brent looked at Tony, "How much?" then he looked at Randy to ask, "Where to? I'll need an account number." All while Brent was typing in the information, young Randy and Dandy had their chins on his shoulders to stare at the monitor with eyes as big as marbles. This was their first look at a practical application of what a computer could do. The numbers the boys saw meant nothing to them. Tony and Brent arrived at the Club at the peak of the cocktail hour to be welcomed by friends of two weeks as well as others of just a few days, before they were served drinks of their choice out on the terrace. As Tony looked around he saw two older men who were wearing shorts and shirts sitting with the Club owners, Mattie and Jimmy, also dressed as usual while the rest of the long table, consisting of younger guys and the youngest, a pair of teenagers who just had to be twins, were all gloriously naked, completely tanned, as well as totally at ease with their mode of dress while being surrounded by strangers. After a short time, the younger guys stood up and began to circulate through the seated crowd. The twins approached Tony and Brent. They were invited to a volleyball game. Just for fun they stressed, no one would keep score. Tony was the first to stand up. He wanted to see more of the twins while they were in motion with muscles under stress. They were Kevin and Kyle, although since they weren't wearing their red and blue caps, the question of who was who was moot. Who's that well set up old man?" Auggie asked Mattie about Tony. Mattie giggled before she answered, "Who you callin' old? You're way more far gone than him. His name is Tony and he's your invited guest from out in California. Admit it, you forgot about him, but you'll sure remember when you look at the bill we're sending." She gave Auggie a poke in the ribs to remember her by. While the twins weren't very good volleyball players, having had to earn a living when they should have been playing, they were still far better than Tony. In fact, Tony was accorded the singular honor of being the Rainbow Club's worst player -- ever. Brent and the boys from Coral Place didn't let him forget it. To rinse off, the opposing team opted for a dip in the Gulf. While Kevin, Kyle and the rest of their team moved toward the shower close to the pool. The four dogs left off begging from any guest who was chewing something and joined them. "You boys keep an eye out for your brothers," Auggie reminded as they walked near his table. "And," he added, "don't tarry cause the scamps still have to wipe up all the drool they got on my new boat right after supper before it dries," he took pleasure in jabbing the twins. "Ow, Daddy, that there was just a one-off thing," Kyle protested with a laugh. "Well, with your brothers around, they'll make sure there's no two-off thing," Auggie argued. "Yes Sir." The twins capitulated. "What happened?" Tony asked while waiting with the twins for a turn under the shower. "Way back when we were right here showering with the dogs. Two guests thought to make a grab for our asses or junk. The dogs thought they were just playin' until one kicked little Auggie in the side. Just then a big friend of ours showed up and gave both guys a smack down. One guy flew halfway across the pool. From then on we get watched whenever we're here just because we're a mite underage." Tony couldn't help laughing at that. "I foresee that you two will look a mite underage when you're 25." Jeff agreed with Tony's assessment with a laugh. "Say Tony are you better at fishin' than you are at volleyball?" Kevin asked as he dodged away from Tony's raised hands into the shower spray to be joined by all four dogs. "Now remember," he instructed the dogs, "don't shake off until you're real close to Daddy." It was clear that a prank was afoot. "Wise ass was askin' because our Daddy is lettin' us test drive his new boat tomorrow," Kyle explained. "As a matter of fact, I've done quite a lot of fishing down in Mexico, all along the Yucatan peninsula. Am I to assume you guys are inviting us, that would be me and my partner Brent, to go fishing?" "Yup. There'll be just y'all and our family including our dogs of course. By the way, we were sure to wipe up our drool as we inspected Daddy's new boat. There's even an inside stairway up to the fly bridge. Daddy added that for the dogs so they don't have to climb up and down the outside ladder." The boys didn't see Tony roll his eyes. He wasn't sure he would spend a fortune to modify a yacht for the convenience of some dogs. Since Tony and Brent had been talking to Kevin and Kyle, the boys invited them to the table for a drink and of course, to meet their Dad in advance of the fishing trip. While the dogs already shook off after showering, they were still plenty wet when they jumped up with their big feet on Auggie and Zeek's shorts. "Did some kid tell you to get us wet?" Auggie questioned with a raised eyebrow aimed at the twins. Of course, they admitted guilt with grins and a pair of vacant stares up at the sky. After brief introductions, Auggie had the twins shuffle down the table two chairs so Tony and Brent could join him at the end of the table. "You've sure got a nice bunch of people here for dinner. I'm sure you know the food here is excellent and the service is top notch," Tony said to begin the conversation as two servers appeared to take drink orders. "Yup they is nice boys most of the time except when they is playin' pranks on poor old me. We thought to come here to celebrate some things. I got me a new fishin' boat for one." Auggie looked a Mattie before he continued, "Then, while we was up north visitin', my great nephews water playground was delivered right into our lagoon. The electricians promise to have it runnin' sometime tomorrow." Mattie was suitably surprised, "You really bought them a water playground before they're even born?" "Yup, just like I promised. It looks so cool, I might just try out the waterslides. But that ain't all," Auggie continued, "The marina building is finished. The store is open already, and the second Dead Lobster restaurant will open this weekend. Party time!" Auggie sang as he waved his empty glass in the air with a questioning look at Zeek. That's when Zeek handed over a bag containing four bottles of booze to a server after he proudly showed one bottle around. The label read, `Bligh's Best, Bourbon aged 20 Years'. "Is that the same stuff we were forced to swill?" Stevie asked with a frown. Auggie nodded. Then he said, "I don't recall anyone bendin' your arm except you." "That's the problem; that stuff goes down way too smooth," Stevie groused. "Can we try some of that?" The twins were quick to ask in unison. "I'm guessin' one won't hurt y'all, but just one. I sure don't want your brains scrambled like Stevie boy's." Auggie jabbed Stevie, then ignored Stevie's middle finger rubbing his nose. The server asked the twins, "Do you want yours neat?" The twins looked perplexed, "Of course neat; please don't spill any," Kevin answered, "And we'd like ours on the rocks with a splash of water, just like Daddy drinks his." "Oh, and the usual four fingers," Kyle added. "Daddy's fingers, not ours." "Make that one of their pinky fingers," Auggie corrected with another roll of his eyes, "The rest of the glass is for ice an' water." In return, the twins rolled their eyes just like their Daddy. No one noticed or cared the fourth cut crystal bottle stopped being passed around when it was in front of them. Along the way, someone had pulled the stopper, perhaps to sniff the contents. A loose cork would make it easier to mix proper drinks when no one was looking. Jeff upset their plans by moving the bottle directly in front of his place with a frown and a whisper to his charges, "Just be happy you got that much, and don't look for a repeat until you're 21." During dinner, Auggie thanked Tony for taking care of some California problems for him. He didn't elaborate. While Tony said it was his pleasure and thanked Auggie in return for allowing him to keep the excellent Picasso reproduction. Auggie looked surprised. First, Tony didn't call the painting a forgery. Then that he was happy to keep it. "Well, correct me if I'm wrong, but I think I own the only accurate reproduction of that particular Picasso," Tony explained with a laugh. "We also brought along some other property two other guys, let's just say `borrowed' from you the same night your painting disappeared," he informed Auggie. Once again Auggie showed his surprise. He'd forgotten about the laptop cases stuffed with cash. "That there cash was from a little sideline business me an' my boys is runnin'. Why don't y'all just keep it for your expenses?" He suggested so as not to offend Tony. Tony giggled and lowered his voice, "I believe the local sewerage plant had the biggest expense, shall we say, processing the four wrong doers," he assured. "Besides," he continued, "don't forget they were going to swindle me out of over $80 million." "Well, why don't we do this," Auggie suggested, "why don't y'all just keep them bags for now. You never can tell when I might need your disposal services again. Them there bags might be some kind of advance payment." No one watching from the corner of their eyes knew what the two men said, but they were delighted to see Tony and Auggie shake hands before they raised their voices and began discussing the next day's fishing trip and the excellence of Bligh's Best Bourbon. Tony liked the new brand so much, he ordered a case in advance. Then he invited his four `business associates' over to the table to meet Auggie and his boys. Auggie took one look at the young men while he was seated and they were standing and he invited them along, which pleased Tony and Brent. After two weeks at the Rainbow Club, Tony, Brent and the four guys had become a `six-some' (or three two-some's) where the guys only used their rooms for sleeping, while Tony and Brent's bed was devoted to `recreation'. Another benefit of their stay was that Tony no longer needed his little blue pills. Watching and participating in their porn shows was all the stimulus Tony required. ### Even Tony was surprised at the beauty of Fishin' Boy II the next morning. Just over 90 feet of sport fishing machine that was docked in front of a genuine Frank Lloyd Wright home. Tony wanted to tour the yacht as much as he wanted to tour the home's interior. As the day's Co-Captains, the twins took it upon themselves to be the tour guides. The boys had already dressed for command, by proudly wearing their Captain's caps. Tony, Brent and their four associates, happily followed the boys and made appreciative noises whenever Kevin or Kyle stopped suddenly to point out one of the yacht's many special features that Fishin' Boy I didn't enjoy. Only Jeff realized that the comments the men made pertained to a pair of matching boy bodies as they walked or skipped along just like cats or perhaps ballet dancers whose bodies were perfectly perpetually attuned to each other unconsciously. When he saw the men try to look away from the twins each time they looked back to explain something, he spoke up with a laugh. "Relax guys you've got all day to look at them. You can even take pictures as long as none ever reach the press or the Internet," Jeff told them. "All day to look at what?" Kevin paused the tour to ask. "AT THE PAIR OF MATCHIN' CATAPILLAR ENGINES!" Auggie shouted from the comfort of the salon since he could hear his son's conversation. He figured they were so wound up, the tour could continue for another hour or two and he wanted to go fishing so it was time to call a halt, start the engines and cast off. There was no shortage of hands to cast off and take in the lines so the twins and Jeff were on the fly bridge when they saw Little Auggie's head appear above the outside ladder. That's when they remembered they had forgotten to show the dogs the tight spiral of steps that wound up to the bridge deck from the corner of the salon. Kevin put the engines in neutral without consultation, while Kyle raced down the spiral, popped out on the deck and called the three remaining dogs inside the salon. The dogs looked puzzled and whined as if they had done something wrong. This was a break in established procedure. When they watched Kyle reverse course the climb the inside steps and saw little Auggie's head appear looking down on them, they suddenly understood with all four of them running up and down the spiral for the next 15 minutes just to be sure it was really there. Since it was, it just had to be their private route to and from the salon to the fly bridge. The men and boys not involved with running the boat were talking and laughing in the salon and through the open doors to the fighting deck until Auggie suddenly looked around to see that they were entering Trasker's Marina, at dead slow speed, not racing balls out the few miles out to the Gulf Stream. Auggie had been sitting in the fighting chair in solitary splendor. He was about to shout to question the reason when Kyle appeared at his side to explain before their Dad's blood pressure had a chance to rise. "This is our plan Dad. First you need to catch the first fish on your new boat. We'll troll to catch you a big one. Then we'll let our guests have a turn, before we start looking for a weed line to fish so everyone can catch a school dolphin or two. We're sure everyone will have a blast. But first we have to stop in here to get the tackle we have stored here since we don't have enough on board," Kyle explained slowly in short sentences as if he was speaking to a child. Auggie had no come back, so he said, "Well, why in tarnation didn't y'all say so instead of gettin' me all riled up?" Then he called out, "Fish fry tonight!" It was Kyle's turn to roll his eye up to his brother, Jeff and the dogs who were looking down at him and laughing. "I just did tell y'all," he mumbled as he jumped to the dock with Stevie to tie off temporary lines. Kevin chose to dock at one of two spaces that had been made when Brenden suggested a better boat slip arrangement so there was space for two really large yachts to dock permanently. Ms. May Ellen bustled out of the new enlarged store to greet them. She was smiling until she realized she was looking at Kyle and Stevie and neither was wearing a stitch of clothes on `her' dock. Worse, she had just greeted Kyle with a motherly hug before he raced into the store. Stevie realized and just disappeared back onto Fishin' Boy II. Meanwhile, when Ms. May Ellen really looked at the boat she saw that the only two guys wearing clothes was Auggie and Zeek. She sputtered wordlessly but didn't stop looking. It didn't take long before a small crowd gathered to both look at the naked sailors, the beautiful new boat and Kyle, when he emerged from the store with an arm load of fishing poles. Kyle was also sputtering as well as red faced. "Someone pinched my butt. She was either a customer or one of Ms. May Ellen's store helpers," he grumbled as the guys took his tackle then, to add insult to injury, sent him back to the dock to cast off the lines. As usual, Kevin had the wheel until they got well into the Gulf Stream. Then with his storehouse of coordinates, Kyle took over to take them into a specific area. Kevin and Jeff had baited the hooks so they were ready to drop back the lines when Kyle slowed the boat to trolling speed. Auggie was so excited he'd limited his drinking so that wouldn't be an excuse if he lost his fish. Of course, he'd remained seated in the fighting chair and continued to stare aft at where to baits broke water with tiny splashes. He was first to call that a fish was following a bait when it first broke water from the side. When it missed, they watched as it turned to come back for another try. Kyle reduced speed further to help it succeed. It broached for the strike, it came out of the water far enough so they could see it was a big billfish. The fight lasted 45 minutes before the fish was tired enough to allow it to be reeled in to the open stern. Auggie posed with the big marlin lying on its side without asking for it to be gaffed and boated. Instead, he asked for wire cutters to cut the leader himself. They watched the current take it back a way before it drew energy from somewhere, turned and swam away off to the side as it gradually dove for deeper, safer water. Auggie was ecstatic with his well-documented billfish and didn't hesitate to take a big gulp of the drink Logan handed him. Then it was Tony's turn in the fighting chair. He was also content to take photos of his bull dolphin before it too was released to fight another day. Then it seemed no one else wanted to take a turn as there were too many guys. But, everyone wanted to fish exactly as the twins thought, so they put away the big heavy poles and reels and came out with enough spin-cast rigs until everyone had a pole. Meanwhile, Kyle had boosted power and was looking through binoculars at the horizon. It took an hour before he saw something he liked. A simple wave to his brother and a pointed direction was enough for Kevin and Jeff to hand out baggies of cut bait. Then he sent the fishermen out all along Fishin' Boy II's port side's 90-foot length from bow to stern, more or less equally spaced, with their poles and bait. This boat, being longer, was also wide enough so that it had a `wrap around deck'. The dogs were delighted with this arrangement which allowed them to hold sort of races, really just chasing each other. Prior to that, after they'd been shown the interior route to the fly bridge they almost wore out the treads running up and down which in the end, cut into their morning nap time. After everyone was spread out, a new doggie game developed. Little Jimmy snatched up Logan's baggie of cut bait and took off down the side of the boat. Logan gave chase while laughing and cussing out the playful semi-clumsy blond dog with his always slashing tail. Slightly clumsy but more adept at avoiding other humans along the narrow deck when they tried to block him while Logan was slowed by the need to apologize for his natural human clumsiness. By the time Logan gave up the chase and returned to his station along the rail, Jimmy the dog had returned to greet him while trotting from the opposite direction with the stolen bait baggie still in his mouth. He dropped it at Logan's feet to have Logan kneel to congratulate Jimmy with neck scratches, head pats and a kiss on the nose for being so clever. As usual the other three dogs attempted to imitate Jimmy, but they didn't fare as well as verbal warnings of, "Don't even think about it," accompanied by frowns cast in their directions was enough to end the new game before it got started. By then, Kyle had maneuvered the big boat so it was parallel to a definite line of drifting orange colored weed and kept it on station by using forward, reverse and the bow thrusters that Auggie was unaware of until that moment. Auggie had already baited his hook so his was the first line in the water. He was also the first to hook a fish and boat a seven to eight-pound school dolphin. As the official if temporary mate, Jeff, unhooked the wiggling fish and then carried it aft to the empty fish box. "That's one," Jeff announced, "We'll stop at 20, so if you haven't boated a fish by then, you get to pay the bar bill tonight," he warned with a giggle. The mention of a bar bill got Auggie to announce, "Yup, an' just so y'all know, Bligh's Best goes for $100 bucks a shot around these parts, though I expect the price will be more than somewhat higher around the rest of the world. Zeek boy will bartend an' I'll just keep charge of the till, so y'all bring your cash money to the fish fry!" ####### The first task before daylight on Saturday morning was to get Thelma and Louise's hides sparkling clean for their flight to Marathon in the Florida Keys. The ladies had hairs all over their backs that trapped the wood shavings used as their bedding. They stretched out to sleep, threw shavings at each other and over themselves as well as their handlers, Benji and Bobby. While the boys could brush each other off, it wasn't as easy to clean off the elephants. The first time Dooby and Cory found Benji using a water hose and then a leaf blower to dry them, Dooby wondered if there wasn't a more efficient and enjoyable (for the ladies) way to do the job. Cory playfully suggested walking them through a car wash. He was surprised when Dooby agreed. Only it would have to be modified, Dooby added. His fertile mind thought the washing part would have adjustable pressure washer nozzles that would be angled so as when one walked through, the shavings and dirt would be forced backward, hopefully off the ladies' ass end. Then Dooby thought to use a conventional carwash blower-drier to which a heating element would be added so it was sort of like a lower temperature sauna. He put Deacon in charge of creating the first ever elephant walk through washer-drier. At first, Deacon thought Dooby was joking until he pointed to the loafing area's side wall closest the ladies `bedroom', then up at the steel rafters where the contraptions were to be suspended, hopefully out of elephant reach. He knew Dooby was serious when Dooby walked away while dusting his hands together just like Cory was fond of doing to signal; problem solved. The carwash equipment manufacturer also thought Deacon was joking until he promised in writing to pay a 100 percent premium over the regular cost if the modified equipment arrived by the end of the week. He thought they would need a week for on-site modifications determined by having the ladies walk through to take a bath, then be airdried. Cory got his dad to send out one of Spelling's construction crews to set everything up. Thelma and Louise watched the construction with interest but refused to walk through until Benji went first. Louise removed choice by carrying her handler to the entrance, then blocking his retreat. They gave Benji no choice, but he wasn't going alone. He pointed a come-hither finger at Bobby then to Cory and Dooby to stop them from laughing. The ladies seemed to understand and quickly had the three boys standing with Benji as well as blocking their escape. Benji waved the ladies back as he began to undress, so he could place his clothes out of harm's way. The other guys quickly followed suit then lined up behind Benji to make like a single elephant. Benji stopped the parade as soon as they were well into the spray. The water felt okay but there wasn't enough pressure and the water needed to be warmer. Deacon made the adjustments until Benji told him to stop when he judged everything to be ideal for the elephants. Dooby, at the end of the line made a suggestion, "You know this washer would be even better if there were steam lines all along the sides at floor level to warm up my legs and ass." Dooby yelped when he was goosed by Thelma's trunk. She was following closely and Dooby didn't know it. She wanted to get all the way into the warm pressurized sprays so she pushed the boys forward into the drying area. That heated stream of air was like trying to walk into a hurricane wind for them but it probably would be ideal for drying an elephant. While the boys were dressing Thelma and Louise had taken a second trip through their washer-dryer and were about to take a third until Benji ran to the power button to shut it down. There, Benji realized he made a mistake, after the fact. Both ladies were watching him, so they knew where the button was on the side of the washer end of the machine. He tried to distract them by calling them to get their coats on so they could go outside and play. They obeyed but Benji didn't see them look back at the big odd-looking machine, that to them was an exciting new indoor toy, although it was located outside the sliding doors in the roofed over loafing area. That evening, when Benji and Bobby came down from the house as usual, they found Thelma and Louise in their `bedroom' and already well-sprinkled with wood shavings stuck to the hairs on their backs. Someone, they assumed Dooby and Cory, had already removed their coats, folded them and put them away. The next morning when the two elephant handlers went down to the barn to load hay into all the mangers and clean up two piles of crap from the loafing area before they put the lady's coats on, they found that the lady's backs were already devoid of wood shavings. When Benji looked at the floor in the washing end of the machine, he found water still trickling into the drain. How do elephants try to look innocent you ask? Simple, they turn their backs and flick their tails while looking up the hill at the house where they would receive a small morning snack as soon as they got up there after their boys put their coats on. This would be while they kept their ears out to listen to Benji's tone of voice if he realized what they had done. The ladies were pleased when Benji turned on the washer and called them over for a morning bath. Benji decided the best course of action was to play dumb. It was obvious that the ladies knew where the power button was, what it was for and they used it to take shower baths on their own that morning as well as most probably, all future mornings. It occurred to Benji that they may have used the shower the previous evening, after lights out and the boys returned to the house. Oh well, a clean elephant or two made for happy, contented handlers as well as the elephants themselves. Saturday morning, the day they would depart for Florida, Dooby continued the ruse by turning on the shower and calling the clean elephants over to take a bath. Charlie was with them that morning as well. He hadn't seen the new washer-drier in action before and the ladies were happy to show him. He and Laura were there because the new jet was based at the local airport. The airport was also where their new limo was to be loaded on a propjet for the trip south. A similar plane would transport the elephants and yet another would carry a load of alfalfa hay for the big ladies to eat during their stay at Coral Place. Thelma and Louise sensed they were embarking on an adventure and were eager to begin. Both knelt before they were asked, then looked at Benji and Bobby as if to say, `If you're going with us, you best get on board, or be left behind.' Benji and Bobby were as excited as the ladies. This was their first flight ever, plus they were going on their very first all-expense paid vacation to visit Auggie Bligh, who they found out was one of the wealthiest individuals in the country. Individual, Cory had explained, as opposed to being part of a family like the Walton's, who founded Walmart. It was Dooby who explained that Cory's father, Charlie Spelling, was another individual who had equally deep pockets. This evidenced by the fact that he and his wife had always planned to take their limo, that Charlie always called a `truck', with them to wherever in the world they traveled. Not only that, but Barry, their driver, would always accompany them. Also, whenever possible, Barry's boyfriend, Johnnie, would also tag along. Johnnie wouldn't be along on this trip though, because he was still new to his job managing Charlie's -- New York and he was still in the midst of forming his management team. He had no one to leave in charge of the super busy restaurant for a whole week. The parade to the airport consisted of Deacon driving Dooby's `truck' with his partner Mark at his side in the lead, followed by the two ladies single file, with Barry driving Charlie and Laura to bring up the rear. Dooby and Cory had split up to sit behind Benji and Bobby on the elephants respectively. As owners, they'd declined Benji's offer to ride in the front positions and try to actually `steer' the ladies by using both words and their legs. Dooby and Cory had invited Benji and Bobby to their bedroom suite along with Deacon and Mark, several times but they always declined for a number of lame reasons. Therefore, during the 10-mile elephant walk to the airport, the boys decided to begin the bashful handler's seduction. Cory planned to develop a sudden fear of heights, which would require him to wrap his arms around Bobby. He certainly couldn't be blamed if his hands sought out a convenient `handle' inside Bobby's jeans. On the other hand, Dooby was going to get dizzy (or dizzier) that required him to grasp Benji in a similar manner. Dooby and Cory decided if the handlers really didn't want to play, both were driving `handsfree', so they could use their hands to remove their cocks from the boy's grasps if they objected to being groped. Further, the boys didn't tell the handlers that Coral Place and the Rainbow Club were both clothing free or that the entire group of Orsini models would be there so Dom Orsini could get fresh photos of that whole mob including Dooby and Cory of course, or that the mob planned to have nightly pajama parties during which, no PJ's were allowed. By the time the procession reached the planes, Benji and Bobby couldn't get the ladies loaded up fast enough, close the aft hatch by lifting the ramp and getting into the air. Their efforts were made more difficult by Benji's need to hold his jacket closed, while Bobby' had to use both hands to pull his sweatshirt down in front, all due to Cory and Dooby's `handy work'. Then since Charlie and Laura were at the rear of the procession and Chuckie and Laurie decided to ride with them, the dogs were delayed in sniffing out the planes. The critters seemed to be looking for something or someone. Deacon and his partner followed them only because the plane that was to carry the ladies was the last one in the line of planes. Mark as the resident Vet, was planning to travel with the ladies in case there was a medical problem, although he was praying. Obviously, there was very little he could do, thousands of feet in the air. All of a sudden, the dogs turned to race up the ramp to join their friends, the elephants. Deacon shrugged. If the dogs planned to ride with the ladies, that's where he would be too, although he was looking forward to riding with the family in their new jet, of course, with the dogs since they were inseparable during the day when the guys were in school. Since Dooby and Cory got Benji and Bobby all hot and bothered during the 10-mile hike to the airport, the horny handlers planned to join the `mile high' club (although they didn't know there was such a club or what joining entailed) beginning as soon as the aft ramp was closed to give them some privacy. They totally forgot about Mark and were further confounded when the dogs and Deacon ran up the ramp to join them. >From the first night when Benji and Bobby joined Deacon and Mark as roommates, they embarked on a real honeymoon in their large room, a king-size bed, a bathroom and a shower that included their very own squirting dildo. Gone was the cramped space of the tiny camper on the back of a pickup truck although very romantic. The boys also got comfortable with being nude in the apartment since Deacon and Mark had no plans to begin wearing clothes because they suddenly had new roommates. But so far, the handlers had been able to resist Deacon and Mark's and Dooby and Cory's very tempting standing offer to join them in one or the other couple's bed. Benji and Bobby realized that was about to change since they were suffering from diamond-cutter erections and blue-balls, thanks to Dooby and Cory's `handiwork' on the elephant's backs when they couldn't get away. The boy's tight jeans had suddenly become painful liabilities. The jeans had to come off, and once off, Mark and Deacon were about to get a free porn show. By the time the big propjet reached altitude, Benji and Bobby were naked and making out using two of the four passenger seats in the forward part of the plane. They were about to go back near the ladies where they folded away the lady's winter coats when they saw movement behind them. They separated long enough to see Mark and Deacon, naked, hard and unfolding the elephant coats right in front of the ladies. All it took for Benji and Bobby to join Deacon and Mark were silly grins. The foursome was about to have a show and tell while standing up until Benji paused the action to move the winter coats closer to the elephants, to within easy trunk range, in the event that the ladies wished to participate in the action to amuse themselves during the flight. Then Benji became the ring master by directing Mark and Deacon to stand closer to Louise to submit to a whole-body tour of inspection including all nooks and crannies exactly as Thelma was doing to them. That action was super erotic, to be sucked and blown over the lengths of their bodies not to mention being well anointed with elephant snot. The party soon went from vertical to horizontal. Once again Deacon and Mark were told to scoot back so they were directly under Louise's trunk. In the 96 positions, the ladies resumed their tours of inspection. Of particular interest, they took to inspect the four humans' asses and reproductive parts. These areas were always available and within reach on other animals, but not so much with human animals because of human's annoying habit of hiding those points of identification by cloth. >From the human's point of view, to have one's balls almost sucked off their bodies and then expelled with force was the ultimate in erotic pleasure. Especially when one considered it was being accomplished by an animal who weighed in at several tons who could just as easily take one step forward and squash both partners with trash can sized foot. After the first ejaculations, all four boys moved closer together without changing head to toe positions. Heads kissed then sucked in the readily available cock. The second round took longer but was no less rewarding in the end. Then it was time to take a lunch break. Benji and Bobby brought forth hidden bales of hay as well as sacks of melons and squash first, these to occupy the ladies so they would be less prone to snatching the boy's ham sandwiches. While they might be herbivores, the ladies might be tempted by the scent of iceberg lettuce in the sandwiches. Talk soon changed to Dooby and Cory's blatant attempts to seduce the poor country boys on the walk to the airport. Bobby admitted with a red face, if the walk had been a mile longer, he would have messed the front of his jeans. "Just wait until you get a look at Cory's dick when it's hard," Deacon volunteered. "I already did if y'all recall. The first day before lunch," Benji reminded. He gave a sly look at Bobby, "In fact if I didn't know you were on your way, I believe that boy would have had me on my back even with all them other guys watchin' and doin' whatever to each other. That was just before them muddy dogs showed up." Mention of dogs and the smell of ham got the dogs to put in appearance after their morning naps. The boys were sitting crossed legged in front of the elephants so they were at the perfect level for the dogs. Chuckie managed to snatch Benji's half eaten sandwich out of his hand, while Laurie tried for Deacon's, and missed badly. Deacon being completely familiar with the lab's penchant for unapologetic food thievery. Deacon went for his ever present back pack to bring out two sealed baggies that contained chunks of beef, ham and chicken, all leftovers and intended for the dog's lunch. Mark suddenly began laughing. "If you want to get Dooby and Cory back, make them sit in front of you for the trip to wherever we're going. Tell them you'll teach them how to steer. One touch of someone else's hand will get them up for whatever you want to do to them. Just remember they won't take kindly to wasting a load." Mark's further suggestions were drowned out by the pilot on the intercom, "We'll be landing in about 10 minutes. The weather on Marathon Key is sunny and 82 degrees. By the way, my co-pilot and I really enjoyed the show. Thank you very much. We look forward to seeing more on the return trip in about a week." "WHAT SHOW?" Benji screamed from a bright red face that matched the rest of his body. "Look up at the forward bulkhead," came the slightly metallic reply accompanied by laughter. The foursome looked to see a remote-controlled camera staring down on them. Deacon shrugged and laughed. "We may as well get used to cameras in the bedroom. The guys you're about to meet are prone to producing home movies that are triple X rated. If you guys had gone to one of the pajama parties in Cory and Dooby's bedroom, you'd have seen everyone in action. Don't worry, I'm sure you'll fit in someone while we're here. Now we better get some shorts on and get the ladies situated for the landing." The air freight company had never flown elephants before but they suggested, for everyone's safety, that the ladies lower their center of gravity as much as possible. This would also prevent them from lurching their weight forward when the plane braked after landing. Deacon and Mark pulled on gym shorts while Bobby and Benji just had their tired old raggedy cutoff jeans although the other noted the country boys filled them to capacity. "We don't have no regular shorts," Bobby complained. "Don't worry, from what Dooby said we won't even be wearing shorts once we get to Auggie Bligh's island and the gates close," Deacon informed. "Golly Gee," Bobby went into his Gomer Pyle country mode, "what if I sunburn my junk?" "What you mean is what if WE sunburn OUR junk?" Benji corrected with a giggle as he motioned for the ladies to get down on their knees with a promise they would soon see sunlight, summer temperatures, meaning no more overcoats and get a good big drink of water. Benji decided not to carry water on the plane because of the probability that a water fight would break out in the confined space started by certain unnamed playful elephants. While the plane taxied, Benji got the ladies standing up and turned around to face the aft door that turned into a wide, gently sloping ramp after it was lowered. The ladies needed to no encouragement to debark into the sunlight and tropical warmth then follow their excited handlers to the nearest building they saw with a water hose. Benji ran the water until it ran cool to the touch, then he shot the steam into their open mouths. After they finished, Benji turned to shut the water off when Louise snatched the hose way to begin splashing everyone within her limited range, including Dooby and Cory who suddenly appeared. They were all dressed alike; just wearing shorts. Dooby rushed in to get under the flowing water. That it seemed, took Louise's fun out of wetting humans. Louise dropped the hose and looked at dripping Benji as if to say, "What's next?" This time when the boys boarded their rides Dooby and Cory sat in front while Benji and Bobby sat behind the close enough for their fronts to touch the younger boys' backs exactly as Dooby and Cory did to them. There was a wait while Charlie's truck was unloaded. When it was the Dooby saw that there was a second truck. "Hey, that's our truck," Dooby called to Cory. "DUH! Cory shouted back, "That proves you don't listen when I tell you something! I told you Dad said since there was all kinds of room he would take our truck with his as well, so we could be independent." He hid his grin when he saw Dooby scratching his head because he actually forgot to tell Dooby what Charlie said. "Oh yeah, I remember now," Dooby said at last with a shrug. He didn't see Cory turn his face away so he wouldn't be caught laughing. The unusual procession got underway with Charlie in the lead since he'd been to Coral Place before, while Deacon brought up the rear. As they progressed along Route 1, the ladies began looking right and left whenever they could see water. Dooby noticed and shouted a suggestion that they stop in at the Rainbow Club so the ladies could take a first swim. It occurred to the boys that the ladies couldn't swim from Coral Place because the Atlantic side was bulk headed and the water on the back of the islet near the causeway and orange grove was all shallow with a mucky bottom. By then talking was becoming difficult for the younger guys, since Benji and Bobby had begun massaging their cocks ever since they left the airport with whispered promises of more as soon as they arrived at where they were going. When Louise got to the Club driveway, Dooby just pointed like a turn signal while Benji instructed, "Right turn." Thelma and Deacon, driving Dooby's truck, followed. Charlie swore before he told Barry to make a U-turn and follow. Charlie wasn't really upset because he and Laura would stay at the Club with all the other parents of the invited mob of boys and one girl, so they would just drop off their luggage, greet Mattie and Jimmy and get settled in their room while the boys and elephants took a swim in the Gulf. When the elephants with four boys riding them, rounded the buildings' corner to get to the beach, all activity by guests and the horde of employees stopped dead for a minute. Then Dooby cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted, "What's wrong, haven't you ever seen elephants before?" With that said, Dooby pulled Benji off balance so they fell off Louise. Then Dooby set the example by dropping his shorts the tossing them to a chair. He cocked a hip at Benji causing his deflating hardon to jiggle seductively. "I don't know what you and Bobby did with Deacon and Mark on that plane but I like the change and those sweet nothings you whispered, but not here. We'll have to wait until tonight at Coral Place," he promised. The dogs, not being fools ran in the front door and out the terrace doors to get to the water and join their monster friends. It didn't matter that Mattie was following while wielding her broom. By then she was seven months pregnant with twins and had slowed her running to a fast kind of shuffle. When Cory and Dooby saw her coming, they changed direction to run her down. They hugged her together and kissed her cheeks. Benji and Bobby approached more cautiously, partly because they were naked, Mattie wasn't, and partly because she was a woman who was staring at their junk before she made eye contact. Dooby introduced Mattie to the two shy handlers, "This is Mattie and her husband Jimmy. As you can see Mattie is having babies, two to be exact. Both are boys. Cory fathered one and I fathered the other. According to Mattie, one will be blondish like me and the other will have dark curly hair just like his daddy, and both will have permanent tans just like their momma." "SAY WHAT?!" Benji managed to say before he shook his head, took Bobby's arm and ran to catch up to the ladies. "I'll explain later!" Cory called after the befuddled guys. By then the ladies had reached deep enough water so they could actually swim, further buoyed up by the salt water. Of course, they had the distinct advantage of breathing by just keeping their trunks out of the water like periscopes. They certainly would never set any swimming records but Benji was just pleased that they could swim, apparently like other animals, naturally. As far as he knew, they never had the opportunity to really swim before. Benji swam up to Louise's head and asked, "Is it okay if we use your back as a swim and dive platform?" While Benji didn't expect Louise to understand what he asked, but he was surprised by her answer. She swiftly lowered her trunk into the water, then raised it already aimed at his face. The surprise blast of water caused him to spit and sputter while the perpetrator made her slow escape after giving Bobby a similar shot. The ladies paddled around for ten minutes before they turned to the beach. On dry land once again, they both looked at Benji and made a strange noise then kept on walking around the side of the building. "They're hungry," Benji announced as he ran to catch up to them to try to head them off from eating the landscape bushes in the front of the building. Benji was relieved to see them ignore the expensive landscape and make their way to the orange and grapefruit trees on the other side of the parking lot. There, they began picking and eating the ripe fruit one by one. When the gang caught up, Benji apologized to Mattie and Jimmy for the loss of their fruit and the occasional small leafy branch that had refused to give up its bounty. He explained that they'd eaten citrus fruit before occasionally so they knew what oranges were and how good they tasted. "Let them eat their fill," Jimmy allowed, "there's plenty, but," he qualified, "those trees are old varieties that are full of seeds so we just use them for making juice. Do you think the seeds will hurt them?" The general response was laughter and shaking heads. "No more than those leaves or woody branches that they'd happily eat if there was no fruit," Benji responded. "Come on over to Coral Place if you want to see Auggie's reaction when he first sees them. We planned their visit as a surprise, meaning he's expecting us but not Thelma and Louise," Dooby invited with giggles of excitement. The parade continued, plus one regular size SUV. The guard at the gate opened it with his mouth hanging open equally far. The first area the elephants saw as they entered was the orange grove. They turned to have another snack despite Benji telling them to stay on the driveway. The only instruction they listened to was to kneel so the boys could jump off. Then they stood up again to work together to denude a single tree of all the fruit they could easily reach. While alone together temporarily, a rare occurrence at Coral Place, Cory made a suggestion to Dooby he'd been thinking about. "You know with the success of the Club down here and our Daytona Beach operation making money from start up, I think we're missing out on making more with other gay style clubs." Cory had Dooby's full attention. For Dooby, making money was almost as enjoyable as hazing sex...well, almost. "What did you have in mind," Dooby asked eagerly while they walked along the drive to fetch Auggie to show him his two new unexpected guests. "Well, I think we should find sites to build more of both kind of club before someone else gets the same idea." Cory shut up as he watched Dooby's face while his fertile brain switched into profit mode. Dooby didn't take long before he agreed, "Holy shit," he exclaimed, "we should start buying sites, islands or waterfront acreage in warm states in the US first, then move out into other temperate counties. While doing this, we should begin to pick up failing waterfront motels and hotels, but only one per market," Dooby giggled, "We sure don't want to compete with ourselves," he added while he aimed a playful punch at Cory's shoulder before he continued. "Then in the cities, I'm sure we could find buildings, maybe old hotels we could turn into very private clubs, pretty much like what old Playboy did with their clubs in every major city back in the olden days, only ours would have indoor pools and spa facilities that just wouldn't quit as well as restaurants and elegant suites." At that point, they'd reached the kitchen screen door. Dooby was on the verge of walking into the wall adjacent to the door before Cory took his arm to yank him back on course. Of course, the smell of food brought Dooby back to earth, and with the banging screen door he returned to be his usual annoying self at Coral Place. "Hey Auggie, WE'RE HERE!" #########