Guy's Secret Chapter 8 July 31, 2000
Written By: Justin Case
Disclaimer: Here you are, in a gay erotic site. Now, you have to ask yourself. Do I stay, or do I go? The choice you make is entirely up to you. I respect whatever decision you choose. I wrote these words, they do not belong to me, I was merely a keeper of them. I created this story, it's characters and places. I put it here for your enjoyment.
Words from our author: Continuing, with the break from tradition, I will say something here. I saw a cute movie the other night, it was called "Friends and Lovers" I believe. The movie centered on a father and son relationship. As life and Hollywood would have it, the man and his boy's love, had been soured. The show also focused on relationships in general, especially those with friends and lovers; hence the title. The son and a group of his friends go on a ski trip, visiting the father at his cabin. I particulary liked the sub-plot going on, the one where the single gay friend had remained a virgin, until the ski trip. The writer of this movie should be commended for genius. If you ask me, this movie gets two thumbs up. Thumbs, did I say thumbs? Well, it gets two something up.
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"Oyea, Oyea, The Hilton County Court is now in session, all having cause in coming before this court, please rise. The honorable Judge Horace P. Rudeabaker presiding." Came the booming voice, from the sheriff in the front of the room.
The shuffling of bodies could be heard coming from the wooden benches, where the common people were to sit. The large man, dressed in the black robe, sauntered to his post. His place was the highest in the chamber, where he could peer down upon the court. A woman, seated on the right side of the justice, was furiously typing into the machine that recorded the proceedings.
The sheriff, dressed in his blue and grey uniform, took a chair, under the large window, to the left of the judge's platform. He sat solemnly, behind a small desk; intently watching the crowd, before him.
The Sugardale children were all seated at a table, in the box of sorts, partitioned off from the benches and below the judge. Bob and Alice Johnson sat on either end of a long wooden table, with the children in between. There was another person with them at the table, she was a professional looking woman. Her name was Molly Butterfield, she was an attorney.
Miss. Molly, as she was called amongst her friends and colleagues, was there to represent the Sugardale children. She was a medium sized woman, with light brown hair that had the slightest wave to it. Her skin was pale; her eyes, burnt autumn brown, that sometimes looked green. Her features were pleasant, a small turned up nose over her lucious little lips. She always wore a small amount of make-up, just enough to give her cheeks a rosiness and her eyes a soft glow. Her eyes could warm up the depths of the meanest man's soul. She had a well proportioned body, rather large breasts with a small waist. Her hips were perfectly shaped. She wore her "power" suit today, her Versacci gray wool skirt and jacket. She also wore her white silk blouse, which was accented with a burgundy scarf.
At the long table, to the left of the box, was State's Attorney John Lester. Lester was joined with Judge Walters and Sheriff Woodman. The "Three Henchmen", as they were often called behind their backs, from people who pretended to be their friends and colleagues.
John Lester, was a tall man with a dark, ruddy complexion. His face was poc marked from the acne he suffered with as a young man. He had deep set dark, almost black, eyes that were just below his long bushy brows. His hair and brows were dark brown, with wisps of gray. He had a huge, bulbulous nose that centered his horrid looks.
John, Chester and Pee-Jo all went to Hilton High together, they were part of the football team. In their day, they could often be seen together, as football was a major pass time. Now, people of Hilton took more interest in the Arts, especially the drama club. The common folk preferred civilized entertainment; to the days of football and its antics. Their importance, was no longer appreciated, on or off the field.
"Hkmm, hmm, Good morning, y'all." Judge Rudeabaker stated, from the bench.
Several voices could be heard, clammering various greetings to the judge. The sun shone into the windows, that lined the court room. It's warmth felt by all, it was a smeltering June day. The room was stuffy, the air thick with humidity. A slight odiferous stench of human sweat could be detected, over the vast array of colognes and perfumes that mingled together in the court house.
"Well, let's see, we are here today to hear cause for guardianship of these children. It seems we are also here to settle the tax bill for the Sugardale Farm. The County claims it is owed fifty-thousand some odd dollars in back taxes. The County further claims there are no known relatives to the minor children, or liquid assets to satisfy the debt." The Judge said, for all to hear.
"Your Honor, may I approach?" Came the sweet voice of Molly Butterfield.
"Well yes, ma'am." Judge Rudeabaker said, while smiling at her.
"I have documentation here, Your Honor, that states Robert and Alice Johnson will provide guardianship to the children. Furthermore, they have raised funds above and beyond enough, to pay the back taxes and hope to keep the farm running." Butterfield said to the Judge.
"Did you file a stay?" The Judge asked.
"Excuse me, Your Honor?." Came Lester's voice.
"What is it, John?" Rudeabaker asked, obviously disturbed.
"I have an order from the court..." Lester was cut off.
"I know what you have, however, it seems we have reason to recuse your order." The Judge said, disgruntled for being interupted. "If Miss Butterfield can show legal guardian ship ability, and monetary funds to satisfy the debt, I have no reason to execute the County's motion. Therefore, we will recess, until the court is satisfied the children's best interests are met." The justice ended his dissertation and slammed his gavel down.
"All rise." Came the sheriff's voice.
"What does all that mean?" Alice asked Molly, after the Judge had left the room.
"It means we can go home now." Molly said, as she smiled at the Sugardale children.
"You mean we won, that's it?" Alice continued, with her probing, as she pulled Molly aside.
"Well, not quite. I'm not worried though. It would be a lot easier if there was a will, some way of knowing how Melvin handled his money and where he kept it. The tax bill was only from last year, it was always paid in the rears according to the Tax Collector." Molly stated, as she shuffled through some papers in front of her on the vast table.
"You mean the taxes run fifty thousand a year?" Alice asked, almost afraid too hear the answer.
"Oh, heavens no, Alice. It seemed Melvin bought a huge tractor, most of the tax bill was for the tractor, it's a one shot deal. You have to remember, he kept the farm running, the Sugardales were not poor. I just can't find their liquid assets." Molly said, then continued, "Melvin always paid cash. I don't know where he hid it, or where it is now."
"I see, well, that's not important now. We have the money from the charity. Matty and Guy have agreed to farm the land. I'm sure it will all work out." Alice said, and she walked to Bob and placed her hand on his shoulder.
"Let's go kids, we're going to have a party up to your house. The whole church will be there." Bob said, as he began collecting up the children. Guy helped him, guide them out of the court room.
The farmhouse was alive with celebration, as the pickup truck ascended the gravel drive to the top of the hill. There on the porch to greet them, was Father Beck and his wife. The portly man of the cloth was beaming in smiles. The home was busting at the seams with people. Guy hadn't seen this many, in the Sugardale home, since Melvin's funeral. Sue Williams was in the center of the living room, she was the most entusiastic of the bunch. The Johnsons entered the home and found Sue, they went to her.
"How'd it go?" Sue asked Bob.
"Good, Sue, I guess. I don't really understand all the legal gobbledigook." Bob stated, with a slight frown on his face.
"Why don't we go into the kitchen, or some place a little less crowded." Alice asked them both.
The three moved through the room, slowly as they bumped into others, into the kitchen. The only problem was, there was another room full of people, surrounding the variety of plates and dishes of food. Father Beck was helping himself to a plate of snacks, when the three came into the kitchen.
"Oh, there you are, I wondered where you went." The Father said to Bob and Alice.
"Yes, Father, we were looking for a place to talk. Would you like to join us?" Alice inquired.
"After I eat, sure." Father Beck stated, as he buried his face in the plate of treats.
"We'll be in the yard." Sue said, loud enough to be heard over the racket.
The three escaped the ruckus, by the screen door off the back of the kitchen. They stepped out into the bright, humid day. There was no breeze, the air hung like a thick fog.
"So, what happened?" Sue asked, as they took a place under the pecan tree, just behind the house.
"Well they can't find the money. It seems Melvin Sr, has some cash somewhere. No one knows where it is. That's what Molly Butterfield told me." Alice told Sue.
"Yeah, but we raised the ninety thousand dollars, I thought." Sue replied.
"It was nice of the Harrington Foundation to give us the seventy five thousand dollars." Alice said and went on, "The church only raised ten thousand. If it wasn't for the foundation, the home would be on the auction block. I found out this morning, the taxes were so high because of the tractor Melvin bought last year."
"Was it the one he was working on when he died?" Sue asked, looking rather suprised.
"I don't know, do you, Bobby?" Alice asked, bringing Bob into the conversation.
"Well, he had two tractors, the big green one and the little McAllistor. I never asked Guy which one he was working on, I didn't want to upset the boy." Bob explained.
"You know, Bob, Guy might know a lot more than we do. We need to find out, it's for the children's own well being." Sue said, as she looked at Bob and Alice.
"MMM, your probably right, Sue, but I don't want to upset the child." Alice said, looking to Bob for support.
"Alice is right, we don't want to upset the boy. He's been through an awful mess." Bob backed up his wife.
Father Beck, done with his eating frenzy, decided to join his freinds out back. He walked through the green grass, holding his wife's hand, toward the tall pecan tree. He smiled and nodded at the trio as he approached them.
"How do?" The pastor asked.
"Good, Father, I guess we just have to wait and see what Judge Rudeabaker says. I'll call Molly later this evening and find out when we should know something." Alice reported.
"If there is anything I, or the church can do please let me know." The Father said, as he took his wife by her hand and began to leave. "We need to be running along."
Guy stood in the midst of the people bantering back and forth. At his side was his companion Matty, the two, like fish in the ocean. Guy looked to Matty and smiled. Matty stole a grasp of his friend's hand, no one could detect the sign of affection in the confusion.
"Matty, thank you. Thank you for everything. I know we'll do fine running this farm. It would be what my daddy would have wanted." Guy whispered into Matty's ear.
"Guy, old buddy, we'll get through more than this together. I'm sure." Matty said, as he fondly looked at his lover.
Wow, have you been paying attention? I hope so, cause your all in for the suprise. Hehe. Now, remember this story is just beginning, we have a long, long journey ahead. Don't jump to any concllusions, I haven't decided where we may go.
As always, I hope you liked it, send me a letter if you like: Justin69SK@aol.com