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Nurse and the Patient, Part 10
Monday morning Jonathan and Lance had just finished breakfast when Tony Miller called. Tony greeted Jonathan, saying, "Good morning, Jonathan. "How are things with you guys?"
Jon returned the greeting and asked, "What's up?"
"I just wanted to touch base with you. Are we still on for this afternoon?"
Jonathan assured him he was.
"Good, I'm glad to hear that. Sam is planning on heading for the air port around noon. I thought you might drop by the office around two o'clock. That way, I could introduce you around, and we could go from there. I want everyone in the office to meet you, and then we'll go in my office and make it look as if we're working on a project together."
"I thought you said all of the important papers were stored at Sam's house," Jonathan spoke up.
"They are," Tony agreed. "I'm just sitting the stage, so to speak. We'll go to the house a bit later, but probably won't stay long today. Can you make it tomorrow?"
"Shouldn't be a problem," Jonathan assured him. "Lance has a doctor's appointment at nine in the morning, but after that, I should be free."
"Jon, are you going to be comfortable doing this?"
"Well, maybe not comfortable, but I'm okay with it."
"What about spending time at the house without me there? I don't think I can manage to be away from the office the entire time you are there."
Jonathan was silent a moment, the thoughts flying through his brain. Finally he said, "I can handle that, long as you have me covered for being there."
"When I go with you this afternoon, I can assure you there won't be any problem. The Thompson staff is quite familiar with me, and anything I tell them they will be okay with."
"Then I will meet you at two o'clock, Tony."
"Oh, and by the way, the audit company you represent is called Barnes, Taylor, & Watkins. You, my friend, are Terry Watkins, low man in the company."
"Sounds impressive," Jon told him. "Speaking of which, is it safe to be speaking of this here?"
Tony assured him it was, saying, "I'm using my cell phone in my office. No one else is around. Also, you will need to check in at the Security Desk in the lobby. I will have a guest pass for you. Just tell them you are Terry Watkins, and they will give me a call. I'll be down for you."
When Jonathan returned and sat back down at the table, he told Lance what the plans were.
"And you're okay with this?"
Jonathan nodded. "I am." He reached over and covered Lance's hand with his own. "I told you, I'll do anything you need me to do."
"Just please promise me you will be careful," Lance said. "I know my old man, and he is one crazy son of a bitch."
"I can handle myself," Jon assured him. "I do wish there was some way I could get you in the house with me."
"Not going to happen," Lance said. "If I went anywhere near that place I'm sure my father would know about it almost instantly."
"Even the staff takes his side?"
"When my mother died he fired everyone and hired all new people. Some of the previous staff had been with my mother even before I was born."
"Wow, that alone, sounds suspicious," Jonathan remarked thoughtfully. He looked at Lance and asked, "Do you think it possible for you to speak with some of the original servants?"
Lance looked surprised. He asked, "Why the hell for?"
"Well, if as you say, they were with your mother all those years, they might shed some light on some things."
"What sort of things?"
Jon shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know, but if we're going to `audit' your father's company, then we should find out everything we can about him and what they might know about the Thompson Oil Company. In fact, we should probably even check into anything that concerns your mother as well."
Lance shook his head. "I don't want her brought into this. Besides, she's dead, so what difference would it matter anyway?"
"Do you know something, Lance?"
"I don't know shit, other than I don't want her exploited." Lance's voice had risen and Jonathan could hear strong emotion in the words he spoke.
"Lance, I'm willing to help you in any way I can. However, if you are going to limit me to what I can and can't do, then it's not going to work."
"Fuck you, Jonathan Davis!" Saying those words, Lance pushed himself away from the table and rolled himself down the hall, disappearing from Jon's sight.
Left alone at the table, Jonathan sat there. He suddenly felt so miserable inside he found it hard to breathe. Not for anything would he have hurt Lance, and, somehow, that is what just happened. He had managed, with just a few words, to hurt the most important person in his life. He stood to his feet, intending to go in search of Lance. However, his legs failed him, and he fell back down into his chair. He didn't know what to say if he went to him. What could he say? He hadn't meant to hurt Lance, not at all.
Jon wasn't sure just how long he sat there his thoughts running wild through his brain. Suddenly he was startled to hear his name being spoken. He looked up and saw Lance. He had been so lost in his thoughts that he hadn't heard Lance roll himself into the room.
Lance wheeled himself the rest of the way into the room and stopped his chair beside Jonathan. He placed a hand on the table next to Jonathan. His fingers wrapped around Jonathan's arm, and he said,
"Jon, I acted like an asshole. Will you forgive me?"
Jonathan looked into Lance's eyes. For a few seconds he remained silent. Finally he said, "Lance, I would never hurt you for any reason."
"I know that. Like I said, I acted like an asshole, and I'm sorry." Lance picked Jon's hand up and kissed it lightly. "I trust you implicitly, Jon, and whatever you need to do in this investigation, I will back you completely. What you are willing to do is way above anything you should have to do."
"I told you, I want to help you."
"I know you do, and I appreciate it more than you will ever know."
"Then promise me that you will not be upset by anything I feel I have to do to fix this situation."
Lance placed the hand he was holding back on the table and gently gave it a squeeze. "I promise you, Love, that whatever you do, I will be okay with it. You have my word."
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At two o'clock sharp Jonathan walked into the lobby of Thompson Oil Company. He stopped at the security window and gave his name.
"Terry Watkins to see Tony Miller," he said.
The guard behind the window looked down at the clip board that was in front of him. He placed a check next to a name written there and looked up with a smile. Handing a thin plastic badge that said "Visitor" to Jonathan, he said, "I will let Mr. Miller know you are here."
While Jon stood there, he listened to the guard tell Tony that his visitor had arrived.
"Mr. Miller will be right down, Sir," he said.
Jonathan thanked him and stepped to one side of the secured area. He waited for Tony, and hoped he didn't look as nervous as he felt.
An elevator door opened and suddenly Tony Miller was walking toward him with his hand extended.
"Terry Watkins?" he greeted. "I'm Tony Miller."
Jonathan clasped the hand and said, "Mr. Miller."
"Please, call me Tony."
Tony broke the hand shake and said, "Let's go to my office."
Jon followed Tony back on the elevator and remained silent. His heart was racing as if he had been jogging for hours.
When the elevator stopped on the third floor, Tony said, "This is our floor."
Jonathan followed him. He didn't have a clue where Tony's office might be.
Tony stopped at a desk where an older lady sat talking into a headset. When she finished her conversation, he said, "Agnes, I would like for you to meet Terry Watkins. Terry, this is Agnes Doughty."
Jon reached out and shook her hand. "Agnes, nice to meet you," he said. He forced himself to smile and hoped it looked sincere.
"Agnes, Terry is representing the Audit Company I was telling you about. He's the Watkins of Barns, Taylor, & Watkins."
Agnes eyed Jonathan closely, scrutinizing him as if she were memorizing everything about him. "Mr. Watkins," was the greeting she gave. Then turning to look sharply at Tony, she went on, saying, "Just when did we employ the services of another audit company? I thought we had used Cox and Wade for years."
"Oh, we still do, Agnes," Tony hastened to assure her. "Actually, I think this has been suggested by them, that we take it to another step. I believe that was how they phrased it."
Agnes had another call coming in. Before she answered the line, she said, "Whatever you say, Tony." Then looking at Jon once more, she said, "I am sure you will find everything in order, Mr. Watkins." There was a cold tone in the words she spoke.
Tony told Jon to follow him. They would go to his office and discuss a few things.
As Jon followed him, he felt a chill course its way through his body. He decided it was much easier being a nurse than the local company detective.
Once inside the office, Tony closed the door and told Jon to take a seat. Speaking the words softly, he said, "I think from now on while you are here, and especially while you are in Sam Thompson's office in his home that I need to refer to you as Terry Watkins. Much safer that way," he ended.
Jon nodded his head. "I agree completely.
Tony took a seat behind his desk. Giving Jon a smile, he asked, "You doing okay so far?"
"I am."
"Good, glad to hear that, Terry. It is all right if I call you by your first name, I assume."
"Quite all right," Terry assured him.
"I have a few boxes in here for you to go through as you have time." Tony pointed to a stack of file boxes against one of the walls of his office. Then going on, he said, "However, I think most of everything you might need will actually be at the Thompson residence, either in the office or else in the store room."
Thinking about Agnes, Jon asked, "You don't think Agnes will cause any trouble?"
Tony shook his head. "I don't think so, but she does have a deep sense of loyalty toward Sam and the company. She was one of the first to be hired after he cleaned house and got rid of the original employees."
"The way she feels is definitely on the table," Jon agreed.
Tony leaned across his desk. "We must be very cautious, and at no time can the two of us be seen with Lance. That would blow everything to hell."
"Guess you won't be coming over to check out the hot tub anytime soon," Jon said with a grin.
"Although very tempting, no, I don't think so. At least not until we see how this little project goes."
Tony was quiet for a moment, and then he said, "As for here in the office, I feel that Agnes will be the only concern we might have. There might be others, I'm not certain, but definitely watchful around her. As for the house, that will be a horse of a different color."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, as I think Lance has told you, after his mother died his father fired all of the house staff and hired all new people. Naturally I feel they will be very dedicated to Sam and will probably try and look out for his best interest. That is one reason why you are going to have to spend most of your time there alone. If we are seen together often it's sure to raise suspicion."
Although Jon wasn't looking forward to spending a lot of time by himself in Sam Thompson's office, he knew that Tony was right and told him so.
"Good, I'm glad you feel that way." Tony stood to his feet. "Now, are you ready to check out Sam's office and take a look around the store room? That's probably all we'll get done today. We'll make it look as if I just gave you a quick briefing and answered some of your questions. You can start your actual audit tomorrow morning."
Jon asked, "Do you have any idea how long we're going to have to search for whatever it is you think we might or might not find?"
"Sam's returning Saturday afternoon, so that should give us a good four days. I don't think it would be a good idea for you to work Saturday morning. It would be too fresh on the staff's mind, and they might say something to Sam."
"I'm not so sure that won't happen anyway," Jon replied.
"It's possible," Tony agreed.
"Also, you do remember that I have a patient I'm supposed to take care of," he reminded.
"I do, but Lance has assured me he will be fine while I'm working you." Tony grinned as he spoke the words.
They soon left Tony's office and made their way across the wide opened office area. As they walked passed the different desks, Jon couldn't help but notice how many employees the company had. Lance had mentioned to him at one time how many employees there were, but the number of people working here was much more than that. When he was alone with Tony he would question him about the subject.
As they passed the desk of Agnes Doughty, she looked up at them and remarked, "Leaving already?"
"I've answered some of Mr. Watkins' questions, Agnes. He wants to take a quick look in the storage room, and then he's calling it quits for today. He will be back in the morning."
"I still don't understand," she said shaking her head.
Forcing his voice to remain calm, Tony said, "There's nothing to understand, Agnes. I told you, Cox & Wade have asked Mr. Watkins' company to look over some things. A second opinion, if you will. You're aware we often do just that," he reminded her.
As before, they were interrupted by an incoming call, and as Agnes answered it, the two men made their exit, disappearing behind the elevator door.
"I tell you, that woman is going to be trouble," Jon warned.
"You could be right. We just need to be very careful."
In the parking garage, Tony said, "Why don't you follow me to the Thompson home? That way, we can both leave and not cause any suspicion."
Jonathan got in his car and followed Tony out of the garage. Staying a safe distance behind, he followed Tony, and ten minutes later they stopped beside each other, their cars in the Thompson drive.
As they walked to the door, Tony said, "Don't worry, Terry, you'll do great. Besides, at the moment, you look much more like an auditor than a nurse," he said with a grin.
Tony rang the bell, and they stepped back to wait.
A moment or so later the heavy oak door swung opened, and they were greeted by a woman, perhaps in her late fifties, or maybe early sixties. She looked at Jonathan first, and then she eyed Tony and said, "Mr. Miller, you usually call first."
"I'm sorry, Sarah, I apologize. It slipped my mind, I guess. Sarah, this is Terry Watkins. He's with a company that's working along with Cox & Wade, our auditors. He needs to take a look at a few things in the office."
Sarah studied Jon's face a bit longer, and then she stepped to the side and said, "Please, want you come in."
Jonathan followed Tony inside the Thompson home. His heart raced fast inside his chest, and he felt certain Sarah could here it herself.
"You know the way," Sarah said and quickly left the room, disappearing from sight.
Jon looked at Terry, but neither one of them spoke a word. The look they shared was such, that both realized the need for caution.
Tony walked down the long hallway they had been standing in. Over his shoulder he called, "The office is down this way, Mr. Watkins."
Keeping silent, Jonathan followed Tony Miller, memorizing the lay out of the house so he would know where he was going when he returned alone.
At the end of the hall Tony turned to a door on his left. He put his hand on the knob and gave it a twist. "This is Mr. Thompson's office," he said. He walked inside the room with Jon on his heels.
"Close the door, Terry."
Jon, rather Terry, did as he was told. He looked around the room. It was a typical office. On one entire wall was nothing but file cabinets. They covered up the entire wall. Office furniture had been placed throughout the room. In the middle of the room was a mahogany desk. Two winged back chairs had been placed in front of it.
Terry walked across the room and stopped in front of the file cabinets. "As you can see, here is where a lot of the records are kept. Feel free to go through any of these you need to. However, I feel you will have better luck in the store room."
"Speaking of that, just where the hell is that located?"
"Follow me."
Once more, Jon followed Tony out the door.
Walking directly across the hall from Sam Thompson's office, Tony said, "The store room is down here." Tony pulled a key from his pocket and inserted it in the lock. A gentle click was heard, and then Tony had the door opened. He reached inside and found a light switch. Light shown instantly, creating a shadow on the stairs leading downward.
"Follow me," Tony said. "Be careful and watch your step," he added.
The two made their way down the stairs, and suddenly they were standing in front of another locked door.
"There are certainly enough locked doors in this place," Jon remarked.
"Sam does seem to like privacy, doesn't he?"
Tony produced a key ring once more, and he selected a key. He put it inside the lock and gave it a turn. Once more, a click was heard, and suddenly, another locked door had been opened. Tony found another switch, and, again, light flooded the area they were in.
Looking around the room, Jonathan said, "Damn, what is all this shit?"
"This shit, as you call it, is going to keep you busy the next couple of days." Tony gave him a grin. Then he walked across the room. He pointed at a group of boxes and said, "These won't have anything we're going to be interested in. I'm pretty sure of that. See that stack of boxes over there?" He pointed to one corner of the room where twenty or thirty boxes were stacked. "I think if anything can be found that will help us out, they could possibly be in that stack. Sam has never allowed me access to any of those. In fact, the first time he brought me down here, he quite pointedly advised me to leave those alone."
Half an hour later, as they were leaving, Tony stopped in front of his car. "Do you have a brief case?"
Jon nodded. "It's at Lance's house."
"You might bring it with you tomorrow," Tony advised. "That will make you look more like an auditor."
"I'll bring that, as well as a calculator," Jon decided. "And definitely a note pad," he added.
They soon bid each other good bye. Tony returned to his office, and Jonathan headed home to where Lance was waiting. He had been gone a couple of hours, and this had been the longest Lance had been left alone.
A red light caught Jonathan, and while he waited, he punched in Lance's number. "Hey, how's it going?" he asked when he heard Lance's voice coming through the telephone.
"What about you?" Lance asked. "How did things go for you?"
"Nothing much happened this afternoon. Tony took me on a tour of both his office, as well as your father's office in his house. The tour ended with a trip to the store room in the basement."
"That still surprises the hell out of me. About him having it built, I mean."
"It could promise to be interesting," Jon agreed. He looked at the clock on the dash. "I'll be home in fifteen minutes. We can talk then.
Jonathan ended his call and concentrated on his driving. He was soon pulling up in Lance's drive. He used the garage door opener Lance had given him, and suddenly he found himself coming inside the house.
"I'm home," he called. He walked through the kitchen.
"In the bedroom," Lance called.
Jonathan walked down the hall and stepped through the door of Lance's bedroom. He found him in bed and the television on.
Lance reached for the remote and quickly shut it off. "So, how did it go?"
Jonathan walked over and sat down on the side of the bed. "Not much happened this afternoon. There wasn't time to go through any of the files. I'm going back in the morning after your doctor's appointment."
"Well, tell me what you think about the situation?"
Jonathan was silent for a moment. Finally he said, "We've got to be really careful. If we aren't, this entire thing could blow up in our face. And it wouldn't leave a pretty sight either," he added.
"What did you think about the company?"
"Well, the only person I met was a woman named Agnes Doughty."
"Who is she?"
"Evidently she's your father's right hand man. I guess in her case, right hand woman. Tony said she was the very first person your father hired after he fired the original employees. She is definitely dedicated to your father. She breathes loyalty from head to toe."
"I have never met her, so I have not a clue about her."
"Well, like I say, she was the only one I met there. Tony took me to the house. I met Sarah there. Again, she seems to be the right hand person at the house. Something tells me she and Agnes are equal, one being over the office, the other over the operation of the house. And that includes your father's office there as well, I am pretty sure."
"You need to be really careful," Lance warned.
"Trust me; I know that all too well. I guess for the time being you and I need to be cautious about being seen out in public together. It certainly would blow our cover all to hell if someone did see us. Also, you don't need to be seen with Tony either."
"If these people are all new employees, how the hell would they know who I was?"
"You may not know them, but I feel pretty sure they know about you," Jon pointed out.
"You could be right about that." A grin formed on Lance's mouth, causing his lips to curve upward on his face. "Hell, I never leave the house, so how is anyone going to ever see me with you or Tony?"
"Just the same, we have to be cautious."
Jonathan leaned over and gave Lance a kiss. "I feel like I've actually worked today," he said. Then grinning, he added, "Well, sort of. I'm going to take a shower and then I'll work on dinner."
"I know what I want for dinner," Lance said. He reached up and pulled Jon to him.
"Wouldn't that be more like dessert," Jon teased.
"I could take both courses, one right after the other," Lance assured him.
"Oh, I have no doubt about that, but just the same, I need a shower. You need anything before I leave you?"
"I told you what I need."
Jon kissed him again, this time, his tongue going in, forcing its way deep inside Lance's hungry mouth.
He broke the kiss off and said, "I'll be back shortly."
"You certainly know how to keep a guy miserable, don't you?"
As he walked out of the room, Jon called over his shoulder, "That's what I do best."
A few moments later as Jonathan stood under the hot steamy spray of water, he let his thoughts run over the events of the afternoon. When he shut his yes, he could see Agnes Doughty sitting at her desk. He suddenly shivered and reached down to turn on more hot water. Just the thought of her glaring at him made him give an involuntary shiver. He could still see the way her eyes seemed to stare right through him, as if she knew the real reason why he was there.
Jon forced the events of the afternoon out of his mind and quickly finished his shower. As he returned to his room his cell phone rang. He walked over to the dresser and picked it up.
"Hey, Mom," he greeted. "What's up?"
"Why do you always ask that?" He could hear resentment in his mother's voice.
"It's only a greeting, Mom. You know that," he said.
"So you keep telling me."
"Then why do you keep asking?"
"Is somebody having a bad day? I hope Lance is treating you right," she said.
"Everything's fine, Mom," he assured her. "I'm fine."
"You didn't answer my question," she reminded him.
"I did answer your question. I told you I meant nothing by the way I greeted you on the telephone, other than it was just a greeting. Is your memory fading?"
"I'll make you think my memory is going, Jonathan Davis."
"It must be. I said fading' not going'."
It was quiet for a few seconds. Jonathan could hear the usual crackling and static that sometimes is heard over a cell phone.
"Seriously, Jon, is everything all right? You seem a bit tense. Is it getting to be too much taking care of Lance?"
"Of course not," he hastened to assure her.
"Then what's going on?"
"Just been a busy day, Mom. Tell you what, next time you drop by for a visit, I'll fill you in."
Lois Davis sounded skeptical. "Why not?" she asked.
"Just not a good time," he answered.
"I could swing by this evening for a visit."
Jonathan told his mother he was tired. "Lance has an early morning doctor appointment. I plan on an early dinner, watch a little television and hitting the bed pretty damned early. I promise, next time you're over, I'll fill you in."
"This sounds serious. Are you sure everything is all right?"
"Mom, you're giving me a headache," he complained good naturedly. "I'll give you a call tomorrow and tell you what Lance finds out when he sees the doctor."
"Whatever you say," she sighed. "I love you, Jonathan Davis."
"Love you, too, Mom. I'll catch you later. Bye."
Jonathan threw a pair of shorts and a tank top on and joined Lance once more.
"You finally get clean enough?" Lance asked. His eyes followed Jonathan as he entered the bedroom.
Jon gave him a smile. "Squeaky clean," he assured him.
Lance had a sad look come on his face, and he asked, "Why did you get dressed? I had visions of you coming back after your shower all naked and dripping water all over the place."
"I'm sorry if I disappointed you. Is this better?" Saying this, Jon suddenly yanked the tank top off and gave it a toss. It landed on the floor, soon followed by his shorts. He gave them a kick and then stood perfectly straight. "Is this what you want?"
Lance held out his arms. "God, yes, it's what I want. I want ever fucking inch of you," he groaned.
Jon walked over to the bed and crawled in bed. His naked skin touched Lance, and both of them felt the desire as it rapidly rose and coursed through their bodies. "I've missed you so fucking much today," he whispered in Lance's ear.
Jonathan kissed Lance on the mouth, their lips meeting, their tongues touching, hugging as they went in search of each other. He continued kissing Lance, his lips traveling down, almost lost in the thick brown chest curls that tickled as he left a wet trail behind.
Suddenly Jon sat up. "I want to suck your cock," he groaned.
Jon lay back down on the bed with Lance's hard thick cock staring him in the face. Still cautious of Lance's legs, Jon quickly took the tip of his cock inside his mouth. He gave it a quick suck, tasting the pre cum that had started to ooze out the tip. It tasted sweet to him, and he savored the flavor as if he was tasting some wonderfully rich dessert. Then he began licking the head the same way he would an ice cream cone. Slowly he made his way around the thick head. Each lick his tongue made caused Lance to groan that much more.
Suddenly Jon took the entire length inside, his wet mouth engulfing all seven plus inches of the hard monster.
Lance suddenly cried out, "God that feels good. Suck my cock."
Jonathan, on his side, was working Lance's cock hard, enjoying the feel of the hard dick as it slowly worked in and out of his wet mouth. Suddenly he felt a shock, and he knew that Lance had placed his own mouth down on Jon's dick. He felt a hot wet mouth wrap itself around his own throbbing cock, felt a nose buried in his blond cock forest. A natural force took over, and Jonathan couldn't help but start to fuck Lance's face.
As the two of them laid there sucking cock, they were oblivious to anything else that might be going on around them. Jonathan forgot all about his afternoon and the experience of being introduced to two of Sam Thompson's employees. As he started to climb that wonderful mountain that one does just before he shoots his thick creamy load, he completely forgot about how he had felt earlier. Nothing was important now except the fact he was about to fill Lance's mouth with his hot cream.
Suddenly Jon pulled off Lance's cock. "I'm going to shoot," he warned.
He felt Lance start to work faster, and as he suck his cock faster, harder, Jon ground his thick bush into his chin, his balls slamming against Lance's throat. He felt the first wave of pleasure course through his body, quickly followed by one so intense he thought he might pass out from it. Each time he shot a rope of cum inside Lance's mouth, he felt him swallow it, take it all. There wasn't a drop wasted. Lance swallowed it all, every bit of it.
Suddenly Jonathan felt Lance swell up inside his mouth. He knew he was going to cum. He sucked him all the harder, moaning, letting him know he wanted him to cum, to fill his mouth with his creamy hot load.
"Fuck, yeah! Lance cried out. "Shit!
Jonathan kept on sucking until there was no more cum left to shoot from Lance's dick. He sucked him dry. Afterward, they lay there, spent, unable to move. Finally Jonathan was able to sit up. He turned around and lay with his head next to Lance. He reached over and kissed him on the mouth. The kiss allowed them to taste their own cum, something they both found exciting.
Jonathan broke the kiss and said, "I love you."
"I love you, too, Jon."
They lay there talking for a bit, both of them enjoying the after math of cuming, the touch of one body to another. Their love was still so new to them, and they could have been content to stay where they were for the rest of their lives. If either one of them had had any idea what the future held, they might have chosen to remain where they were for the rest of their lives.
End Part 10
Mark Stevens