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James Robert Nolgren MD: Nolgren MD, Attending-4
They all woke the next morning to the clanging of pots and pans in the kitchen downstairs. Grace shouted up the stairs, "Boys, rise and shine, breakfast is ready."
She and a neighbor had made scrambled eggs, diced and roasted potatoes, a platter of bacon and sausage, a fruit bowl and foraged for milk and orange juice in the refrigerator. A pot of fragrant coffee sent wonderful smells up the stairs.
The men piled out of bed, answered her and jumped in the shower. They soaped and rinsed quickly, dried and dressed in robes.
Piling down the stairs, Dennis holding Joe by the hand, they all entered the kitchen. Dennis looked at Grace and gave her a hug. "Grace, I would like to introduce Joe. He's my life partner and fellow law student, grandma, and I love him very much."
Grace smiled at Joe and held out her arms and moved toward him. He met her halfway and she gave him a fierce hug. "I raised Dennis until he was eight, then James and Lawrence took over, and now it's your turn to have his back. I love you already, Joe. You don't treat him good and I'll come after you, maybe I'll sue or something. Know any good lawyers?" she smiled.
"Breakfast is ready for the lovers," she announced, "and that includes James and Lawrence and me too and Louise, our neighbor who helped with breakfast." The men clapped and whistled and thanked Louise. Grace and Louise spent the day at the house, listening to Dennis' music and getting acquainted with Joe, a guy they liked a lot, real, respectful, funny, and polite.
They didn't know that uncle Dirk had plans of his own, having heard about the unnatural goings in the house on NW 25th Avenue in Portland. No matter what, he was going to fix it. Next thing you know his mother would be leaving her house and furniture to these faggots and he'd be left out in the cold. That wasn't going to happen, no 'sirree' bob, not after what he had planned for that bunch. His mother shouldn't have interfered and if she got hurt, her present will (he was sure) left everything to him anyway.
He stopped at the gas station and filled up two portable gasoline cans with regular gasoline, bought matches at a local shop, bought some fire-resistant gloves so he wouldn't leave fingerprints, waited for sundown and parked a block away. A couple of old ladies saw him park in front of their driveway and took an extra good look at the stranger in their neighborhood. They weren't amused.
When it was good and dark outside, he put the gloves on, grabbed the matches and shoved them in his pockets. He took the gas cans and walked down to their house, now brightly glowing with light. He could see them in the living room having fun without him.
He went around back and liberally splashed gasoline on the back door and wooden side supports. He splashed more on the windowsills of the first floor and finally a lot at the front door. He brought out a match and struck it. The door went up in flames at the same time he did. A monitor at the front porch went off in the living room and kitchen. James looked up, very surprised to see flames on the front porch.
James and Lawrence had practiced this scenario. The others had not. It was understandable then, that Dennis and Joe and Grace did some yelling along with Louise. James reached over to the kitchen wall and flipped a fire switch which summoned the firemen automatically giving them the address and switched on a fire-retardant flame suppressant in fog form which instantly solved the front porch problem.
The family arsonist never made it to the windows and back door to light his fire.
The camera at the front door recorded the whole thing, however. James had paired the fire system with cameras around the house and a fire alert high-tech system sold with an app which alerted him even at work if there was a fire and showed a picture of where it was.
The firemen's call brought the police unit; a paramedic unit took Dirk and his burns to a local emergency room with a police detective in tow and a pair of handcuffs.
Since the front door wasn't open while the fire was burning, there was minimal smoke smell inside the house. A damper had been placed on the celebration however and Grace was in tears.
"I should have known. He was arrested for arson seven years ago and spent six years in jail, out on good behavior. He's made too many bad choices to stay at home now; I don't want him in my house. I'm changing my will. If Dennis and Joe move this way, they can have the house and for that matter, my money too after I'm gone. I'm seeing my lawyer tomorrow."
"I've been buying a lottery ticket three times a week for the last fifteen years for fun. Six years ago, the lottery came through for me and I kept it quiet, terrified that Dirk would find out. I paid off the house though. The rest of the fifty-three million is going to be there when I die and it's not going to the preservation of cats, I'll tell you that right now."
There was a stunned silence in the room and Grace and Louise locked arms and marched down the block, the dishes in the dishwasher, everything picked up, and for once nobody was interested in sex.
That lasted about fifteen minutes. Over a nightcap, James casually brought up the subject and the other three went crazy trying to quickly sign up without seeming to be too eager.
That night the master bed, had it been able to speak, would have judged verbose. Lawrence took Dennis in his arms and told him he'd always wanted to do a rich kid, no matter who his biological father might be.
James cuddled Joe, becoming more intimate using touch and tongue and when Joe exploded with lust and put James' legs up and fucked him silly with farm-boy strength, he filled James with his 'Midwest' jelly, provoking a similar series of exultant spurts from James' cock onto his belly and chest. Joe just leaned over and slurped all of it up, licking his lips, and gave some back to James through wet lips.
"Thanks for the protein, dad. And for the testosterone. And for Dennis. If you can leave Lawrence alone during the night or Dennis for that matter, wake me up and we'll see if a second try gets the job done even better. Your ass is wonderful, and my cock loves to shoot in there."
Dennis, full of his dad's cock, got a sample of what James' had enjoyed all through his years of growing up. He finally felt like he was playing on the team; playing with the big boys who wanted him to play with them.
Dennis' ass felt so full he began to moan and began to screech bloody murder when Joe rolled over and under him and started to suck him at the same time.
"You got a hankerin for my clarinet tonight, Joe? It will toot for ya if you suck long enough."
The younger men flew back from Portland International to Boston each with his own thoughts about the 'vacation' and Joe's first introduction to Dennis' definitely unusual family.
That family was so far from the white picket fence...the idea tickled Joe and he laughed out loud.
"I loved meeting your dads. I'm already thirsty to see them again." Joe was dead serious about it.
"You are a solid hit with them too," replied Dennis. "They're pretty friendly but they adopted you so quick it made my head spin. Especially the sex...that's over the top even for their usual welcoming standards. I guess I'm a little jealous of you. I didn't get that welcome the first time I met them at age eight. On the other hand, I sure feel 'ass-naked-welcome' now."
Dennis mused, "I wonder what they were trying to say to you...or us? There can't be one in a hundred thousand parents who 'roll over' and let the new 'in-law' fuck their ass. I don't think it's all the gay thing either, though your body would make a sinner out of a saint. In my opinion."
"No, I think this is something more," said Dennis, "I wonder if they thought they needed to get the welcoming message across in some intense way because they needed to give the message, or give it an extra punch, or they might have thought our generation couldn't possibly understand anything but sex for a message medium. I wouldn't expect an ad in the gazette welcoming you to the family, but ya got to admit that vacation took the cake."
"It sure did," Joe replied, "but if you take away the 'uncle-fire-guy-person' trying to kill us, the vacation was just sex and intimacy expressed in a way a lot of people have denied themselves using as a useful communication. I understood the welcome message with clarity."
"It was both crystal-clear and felt pretty damn good too. When your dads were inside me, I felt loved and wanted and invited to the party. That's a feeling I want to experience again and again. Mostly with you dear and if we're within two feet of them, we'll see." Joe grinned as he said it.
It was cold and grey outside at Boston's Logan Airport when they landed. Dennis and Joe walked through the overhead glass sky-halls and over the airport streets to the Hilton hotel where they spent, finally, a restful night in luxury, not even stopping on the mezzanine level to play the grand piano with its cover in place. They slept like proverbial logs, getting rest, packing up energy for the day ahead.
The next morning, they took the bus from Logan south toward Connecticut and made the connections to New Haven and home. The next day it snowed.
Christmas vacation found them in Germany checking out the Christmas markets along the cities of the Rhine and the special market at Speyer, the best Christmas market of all just within the shadow of the giant cathedral there. They visited Passau to hear the cathedral organ and some of its 17,774 pipes, the largest cathedral organ in the world.
The cathedral organ and choir sang the Nunc Dimittis in G by Sir Charles Villiers Stanford for Evensong and the Magnificat in G by the same composer with a great German baritone soloist. They left the building quieted by the beauty inside into the snow outside, the Christmas market hot drink and gifts for purchase, a long tradition in Germany.
Back to school again, the two men plunged back into courses like Administrative law, Business organizations, Evidence and Federal Income Taxes. They learned negotiating skills, dispute resolution skills and arbitration.
Somewhere in their third year, they took classes in writing and additional class in trial advocacy, business law and public law, among others.
Both graduated in the top ten per cent of their class with what looked like an easy ride, but their fellow students saw them as Gods of learning, sponges of information readily available when the need arose. Joe tended toward legal research; Dennis loved corporation and business law.
Their dads attended their graduation, bought them each a Jeep and told them they would have to earn enough to buy any fancy cars they just had to have one day.
On the night of graduation at dinner, Dennis knelt in front of Joe with his dads watching in the crowded Italian restaurant with white roses and a red rose in the middle Out of one pocket he hefted a small jewelry box, opened it and showed the magnificent chocolate diamond ring to Joe and told him that he loved him, had for some time and never wanted to leave his side until the last breath he took.
"Will you make me the happiest guy around? I want to have your back, all of time, Joe. Will you marry me?"
Joe's eyes misted over, and he lifted Dennis up in a wild, crushing hug.
"Yes, Dennis. Forever. Until my last breath."
The restaurant burst into applause and cheering, and the ring slid onto Joe's finger easily. The lasagna dinner was eaten after Champagne toasts.
Lawrence looked at James who looked back and grinned. "Sorry to leave for our hotel early, but Lawrence and I have urgent business to attend to tonight."
Dennis looked at the two, still in love and lust after the years had passed. "I'll just bet you two do have urgent business and unless you go do it you're going to get sick or something. Thanks for sharing our special day."
Hugs all around and they were alone in the middle of the chaotic restaurant. Tiramisu eaten, they asked for the check...the waiter told them that two guys had already paid the tab. The waiter also handed them an envelope to open from those two guys. Handwritten, it read as follows:
To our dear sons...we had a feeling this might be one of the great occasions of your lives. Lawrence and I feel like re-visiting our own beginnings tonight after watching your own love play out. We're going back to the hotel for some private time. Sex for the two of us is our time to play.
It's a good idea to come out and play when one is happy and feels like celebrating the close body sounds, scents, touch, the thrills and finally the orgasm at the end. You might have guessed that we are 'de trop' for the rest of the evening...that is, not needed for your two-man play tonight.
We're holding a rain check in Portland when and if you decide to visit or move there. Both Lawrence and I have talked a good bit about moving up a level with you guys. We thought about offering to have you live with us, in the same or different house as needed.
We thought about asking you guys to be lovers formally. We thought about adopting children, all four of us as fathers. We thought even of a four-person marriage, not legal now, but who knows the future.
In any event, we both think that one of the defining moments of our lives transpired the night before the fire, getting to be close with you two.
It was truly an honor and a privilege for us to be close to men who mattered to us.
We've included a set of house keys and two additional keys. The keys look the same, one is for Dennis, the other for Joe. You already have your graduation Jeeps.
These fit the two Maserati Quattroporte's sitting side by side in the restaurant garage.
They are our gift to you, the titles are in your name along with bills of sale, etc. in the glove compartments...these are your 'daddy-son graduation' presents. You are and always will be our sons. We would like you to consider just being yourselves, adult men now, who happen to be related to us, but free of filial bonds now to pick and choose and as important, to relate to other adult men as they see fit.
If we were to go out on the street and search for two men who would be our friends without the authority figure thing, have our back as we have theirs, have great sex with us, go out and eat with us, travel with us...and yes, live with us and be lovers...you'd be the men we'd be looking for.
But all in time...you have a relationship to build right now. All love from both of us men to both of you...men. Lawrence and James
Dennis and Joe took the envelope and ran to the garage. "You pick the color you like, hot stuff," said Dennis.
One was red, the other black. Joe chose the red auto. Dennis broke out into song..."Blaaaaack ain't the colorrrrrr of my truuuuuue love's carrrrr..."
"Stop. I said I would marry you. That doesn't include listening to you sing... or does it. Hm. Maybe if you sang in the shower naked or sang after good sex or sang in the choir in church or sang at voice lessons, which, by the way... did I ever mention voice lessons as your next musical project?"
Joe jumped away and missed Dennis' swat to his behind.
The next evening, they walked hand-in-hand on campus after moving out, saying good-bye to the Yale years and friends they met along the way. Many had already left the campus.
"I'll meet you at our hotel room in an hour," said Joe. Just then the phone rang. A doctor was calling from Legacy-Good Samaritan hospital in Portland, Oregon.
"May I speak with Dennis Favre-Nolgren please? This is Dr. Roberts speaking."
The news was grim and kindly delivered. His grandmother Grace had been admitted with pneumonia, rapidly progressed despite thorough medical care, had developed a pulmonary embolus and died suddenly, still in the hospital. Dennis thanked him for calling, stunned, relayed the word to Joe and they checked out of the hotel that night to drive to Portland.
The Maserati parade out of Connecticut led south then west, through pieces of New York, Pennsylvania, Ohio, Indiana, and Illinois, then Missouri and Colorado through Kansas. Then up to Wyoming, over to Utah, up to Idaho then down the home stretch through the beautiful Columbia River Gorge in Oregon to Portland on Highway 84.
They stopped for gasoline frequently, talked on their cell phones, made love on a river bank near the highway in a clearing of willows, stopped at a gay club one night resulting in symptoms the next morning, drank a lot of water and aspirin, spent some time napping in rest areas, one watching while the other slept and eating at America's diners, drive-in's and all that. They didn't bother to calculate gas mileage.
Once in Portland, they went straight to find adequate parking which they ended up renting, then took a cab to NW 25th Avenue. Lawrence and James were home by then, having taken the scenic air route watching a cute male flight attendant working in first class, both of them having memories and thinking about Dennis and Joe.
They were flabbergasted to open the door and see 'DJ', as they now called Dennis and Joe. "Honey, DJ's here."
"We wondered why Grace hadn't been by...Louise either. Louise must have thought we had heard and wondered where the hell we were...or she didn't know either. You guys drove here?" An incredulous look and an eyeroll greeted them with a hint of 'Thank goodness you made it' in it.
Dennis had called a local funeral home on the way out to Portland and began the arrangements. He had contacted her attorney and told her the news. "Oh yes, I have a check for 23 million dollars here for you."
Her office was on the 29th floor of a downtown office building and DJ found themselves there the next afternoon to talk about next steps in the process.
"As you know, my name is Linda Johnson, Esq., and probate and wills and family law are my areas of specialty law. I graduated from Hale law school in Oklahoma City. Your grandmother was so special. We shared a lot of good moments right here in this office."
"Nice to meet you, Ms. Johnson," said Joe. "Dennis and I just graduated summa cum laude Yale law this month." Ms. Johnson's pupils dilated a little at that and she bravely went on.
"Oh, good. You'll know just how to proceed with the information I have for you. Your grandmother won the lottery some years back and got 23 million dollars, paid off her house and left the balance to you. There won't be any long, protracted court proceedings. The will is clean, the property is unencumbered."
"We will need to see the original forensic accounting," said Dennis, "just to tie up any loose ends. Like the statement from the bank indicating the original lottery deposit, any deductions from the account over the years for expenses and fees, you know, all the nitpicky details." He smiled a delicious fake smile.
She hesitated. "Of, uh, course we'll find that for you. I should have it next week on Tuesday for you if you'll come back then."
"No, that won't be convenient. We need it now." Dennis, trained in negotiation, was taking the hard line. He didn't trust this person. For all he knew, the difference between what his grandmother had told him the amount was and what the attorney said it was...had been taken by the attorney and she'd be off to some foreign country with it tonight."
"I, uh, won't do that. It takes time to find and I don't have all afternoon."
"Let me tell you why you will. I have a private investigator outside who will follow you with his eyes and hired ears to find the difference between 23 million dollars and the 53 original million dollars. I assume you know exactly where that difference is."
"On our way here, we went to the courthouse and obtained a court order to have your office searched. There's reasonable evidence to assume that money is missing. As you were the only court officer to have access to the funds, Judge Teldrick isn't happy with the numbers presented to him. The police officers outside are directed to seize your passport and your bank accounts are frozen until further notice. The judge said not to travel outside the county until this is solved."
She looked a little defeated, but DJ weren't about to be led anywhere. Dennis smiled to himself. That party a few years ago where Dot had taken his booty had led to a profitable friendship. He had called Dot yesterday and Dot had a chat with his dad and was glad to do it for old time's sake. "Don't be a stranger to momma now you are rich and famous," Dot had told him.
At six am the next morning Dennis received a phone call from Hillsboro police stating they had detained a woman travelling on a fake Irish passport to the Cayman Islands on a chartered private jet. She had in her possession, large gems, a few crates of 'old' art paintings and a crate of cash as well as cashier's checks. The police estimated the total goods were valued in excess of 30 million dollars.
Dennis thanked them and said a gift to the benevolent fund of Washington County was forthcoming. He told them of Judge Teldrick's order in Multnomah County and told them that the property was to be treated as stolen goods belonging to him.
Dennis told Joe about the call and said he wouldn't be surprised if the Judge put her practice into receivership. He said they should apply. They knew she had been stealing from her probate clients for years without detection and she finally bit off more than she could chew. He called Dot and suggested that.
Sure enough, the court asked DJ to appear the next day at 4 pm for a conference.
"Have you gentlemen passed the bar yet in Oregon? No? As it happens, I have a little influence down in Salem. As chairman of the state Bar's exam committee, I hereby call for a private examination next Wednesday for both of you. It's a computerized test given in Salem.
"Can you bone up in time?" He laughed at his own joke. "I'll just bet the two of you can bone up real fast." He laughed again.
Then he got serious and coughed.
"If you pass the Bar, you'll get a certificate the next day and by court authority I'd like you two to take over that alleged criminal's practice, you know, do a receivership and sort out the mess. Can't have the public thinking we steal from old people."
"That should keep you boys out of mischief for a few months if not years. Now, skedaddle and say hi to Dot when you see my little pest."
"Yes, your Honor."
DJ decided to study Oregon law and procedures only as they differed from Connecticut, but even that was a real task. The law was formatted a little differently, procedures were different, hell...the laws were different, not to mention the state tax law. It was a 24/7 grind again, reviewing each other, fucking sometimes to relieve the stress, eating only when they had time and came to Salem, forgetting they didn't have to get the all-time top score to pass. They were trembling and nervous but got into the computer's routine right away. They were underwhelmed. How could it be this easy?
The last question was something like "Where do criminals belong? A. At home. B. In jail. C. Dead. D. Live free, man. It wasn't quite like that but easy for them anyway.
Their certificate was handed to them the next afternoon in the Judge's office and they were sworn in as court officers. The Judge gave them the order for receivership of Linda Johnson's practice of law. "I'll expect progress reports with data every four months. Bring the cases here for a discussion." He winked at them. "Thank you, gentlemen. Welcome to the legal profession."
Two days and two weeks later they had a good understanding of the scope of their problem. They estimated that Ms. Johnson had stolen from 50% of her clients. She had deposited millions into hundreds of accounts domestic and foreign.
With the Judge's concurrence, the FBI was called to start a federal investigation of alleged federal violations; the Multnomah County prosecutor handled the local and state violations in consultation with the state attorney general who was naturally concerned since the taxes on any of those monies hadn't found their way to the State, either. The IRS was involved as well as the Oregon State taxing authority. Mrs. Johnson was judged a flight risk and didn't get to post bond.
A crowd of attorneys representing probate clients and their estates and nursing home patients sat daily in Judge Teldrick's courtroom, hoping for some forward movement in this big case. The data they had about the disposition of their client's funds was rock solid.
DJ had assembled it with a forensic accountant from Seattle, a fellow Yalie who got off on numbers. No one questioned DJ's numbers...they didn't have the chops or the resources to dispute them.
The first forward progress was the deposit for DJ of the 23 million and the rest of what Grace had left them. The 'rest' came from the cash in crates and from the sale of the art work and cashing in the cashier's checks. DJ didn't have to work, but they were just beginning their careers and wanted to work.
They purchased an enormous mansion just west and up the hill from Portland State University in a fabulous, small neighborhood most of Portland knew nothing about. Just a few streets were there next to a deep canyon, lined with very large homes.
The mansion had tall white columns in front. It was painted white and surrounded by mature maples and oaks. A few decorative evergreens grew on the three-acre site as well. The back yard was planted as an exact duplicate of the house on NW 25th avenue on steroids...same plants, more of them.
Six bedrooms, servant's quarters, four baths, a huge gourmet kitchen with tons of storage, extra refrigerator and freezer space, two walk-in pantries, a 5-car garage, the whole landscaped perfectly.
Its view from the living room included all of Portland, Mt. Hood, East Portland to the misty entrance of the Gorge. They could see the Willamette river below and the traffic on the bridges.
Their Jeeps and Maserati autos got along well together in the garage and settled in for the long haul. Winter was coming in the northwest and with it, cold and rain, lots of it. The covered, glass throughway from the house to the garage came in handy a lot of days.
Ms. Johnson received 30 years with no chance for parole and lost her license to practice law for life in the United States. Full restitution was required to avoid an additional 20 years of imprisonment.
Dennis had time one night to go through some papers and found the letter from James and Lawrence. He thought it over and wanted to talk to Joe about the issues they brought up, the first item exploring Joe's feelings about a four-man polyamorous relationship, a core of four men living and loving as they wished, when and how they wanted, with whomever of the four they desired.