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Mark Stevens
Nurse and the Patient, Part 21
Ty Bennett took a deep breath. "Regarding the fire, your father says he had been having trouble with the wiring in the house, and he was planning on having it all replace next month."
"He is not my father," Lance said. "And that's a lie, I'm pretty sure there wasn't anything wrong with the wiring," he added.
"The insurance people will be able to tell what actually happened," Ty pointed out. "It will just take time to get things put together."
"Bottom line," he continued, "is that if nothing else, Mr. Thompson may be charged with fraud and embezzlement."
"So Sam was right, this is going to court?"
It was Jonathan who spoke.
"Depends," Ty answered. "If it turns out the fire was intentionally started, then I would say `yes' to your question, Jonathan. "As for fraud and embezzlement, are you working with a lawyer, Lance?"
"Hell, yes, I am."
"Good, I'm glad to hear that."
"So Sam Thompson has denied any wrong doing, I take it?" Jonathan asked.
"Of course, and I wouldn't expect any different," Ty said. "That's why I mentioned you contacting an attorney. "
"I'm working with Glenn Maxwell," Lance told the officer.
"Good, Glenn will do you proud. None better," Ty added.
"Can anything be done concerning Agnes Doughty? I'm sure as hell she's involved in this same as Sam."
"Everything will depend on what turns up in court," Ty answered.
"How long will it take to get a court date?" Lance asked.
"That, I can't answer. I do know that the court will want to give all attorneys connected with this time to get their facts together."
"I wonder if Lyle Harrison will defend the old man?" Lance asked.
Ty shook his head. "I'm not sure that can happen, and I'm pretty sure your father, I mean Sam Thompson, won't let that happen. Lyle is on payroll at the company, so it may turn out that even he may be under scrutiny. If it's proved that he knew anything at all about any wrongful doing, well, his career is toast. No, I'm certain other means of counsel will be needed for Mr. Thompson."
"Part of me wants to burn his ass," Lance declared.
Jonathan smiled. "And the other part?"
"I'm not sure."
Ty stood to his feet. "Well, if guilt is found it really won't matter a damn what you may feel. Guys, this is all I know at the moment. I just wanted to let you know what Mr. Thompson told the police. I would recommend you getting in touch with Glenn immediately and tell him what Sam told us."
The meeting over, Jonathan helped Lance to his feet, and they slowly made their way out of the office and down the hall.
"If anything else turns up I will be in touch," Ty promised.
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The following afternoon Jonathan and Lance met with the lawyer, Glenn Maxwell. They shared with him all the information they knew, and by the time they left his office, Lance's lawyer assured them they had a pretty good case.
"First thing I will do is get a court order for Samuel Thompson to have a paternity test."
"You think he will go for it?" Lance asked.
"He has no choice," Glenn assured him. "If he refuses, well, I won't even go into that. There's no way he can refuse."
"Will it take long to obtain a court date?" Jonathan asked.
Glenn Maxwell shook his head. "We're a long ways from that. "Mr. Thompson's lawyer is going to require some time to put his case together, as will I."
"Honestly, how does it look to you?" Lance asked the lawyer.
Glenn was thoughtful for a moment. "To be as honest as I can, here's what I believe. I'm sure we can prove with no trouble at all whether or not Sam is your birth parent. As for all the other charges, the fire, the embezzling of funds, and anything else that has surfaced, that may take some time. I'm sorry, guys, but that's about all I can tell you at this point. I wish I could do more."
He spent the next few minutes going over what his plans were how he planned to move forward with them and then ended the meeting. "I'll be in touch," he said standing to his feet.
"Thanks, Glenn," Lance said reaching out for a handshake.
Glenn shook first Lance's and then Jon's hand. "Hang in there fellows. This will take some time, but I believe everything will turn out the way it should."
Once Jonathan and Lance were back in the car, Jon turned to Lance and said, "Well, I guess now we hang tight and wait."
"Sounds like it," Lance agreed.
"Are you up for a side trip?" Jonathan asked.
"Sure. What you have in mind?"
"I thought we might take a few minutes and stop by Edith's home."
"I'd like that," Lance assured him.
Jonathan backed the car out into the street and headed for the Baxter home. A short time later he pulled up in front of the house.
"It's still hard to take in," Lance said looking toward the house.
"It will take time, but I think you're doing quite well," Jonathan assured him.
Using the crutches, Lance made his way slowly up the steps leading to his grandmother's front door. Jon walked beside him, making sure he didn't fall.
Before either of them could reach out and ring the old fashioned bell, the door suddenly opened, and they discovered Edith standing in the doorway.
"Come in this house," she greeted.
She stepped back and motioned for them to come inside. "Give me a hug," she said reaching her arms out.
Lance leaned against his crutches and gave the woman a hug. "Hi, Edith," he greeted warmly.
Edith held her grandson close to her. "Hello, Lance," she said softly.
She stepped back from Lance and smiled at Jonathan. "How's my favorite nurse?" she greeted with a warm smile.
Jon reached out and gave the woman a hug. "Hello, Edith. How are you?"
"I'm so glad to see you boys," she said. "Please, have a seat. Would you care for something to drink?"
"We're fine, Edith. We were out running an errand and thought it would be nice to drop by and chat with you."
"I'm very glad you did."
"Actually, Edith," Lance spoke up, "I wanted to fill you in on what's happened so far. There's going to be a court order for Sam to have a paternity test to determine whether or not he's my father."
"He's not," Edith declared.
"I agree," Lance said. "Still, that's the way we have to go."
"What will happen then?"
"According to my lawyer, if it's definitely proved he's not my father then he's most likely out of the picture. Or rather the company," Lance added.
"I wonder if Sam can prove he has personal funds invested in the company. If he can, then you might have to buy is part out," Jonathan pointed out.
"When Samuel Thompson married your mother he didn't have a dime to his name," Edith said to them. "He had nothing, not even a legal career when he came to Smyth Oil."
"Knowing Sam like I do one thing's for certain," Lance said. "It's going to be one hell of a fight getting him out."
"We'll do what we have to do to make things right," Jonathan said.
"That's the truth, and I will help any way I can," Edith assured them both.
Jonathan looked at Edith. "You're going to be called in as a witness," he told her. "Are you going to be okay with that?"
She nodded her head and said, "It will be my pleasure. Over the years there have been so many wrongs, and I've done my share of them. Now, if I can make up for anything I should have done differently, I want to do just that."
Lance studied his grandmother closely for a moment. Then he said, "Edith, I've had something on my mind ever since I've found out about you. There's something I would like to ask you."
Giving her grandson a smile, Edith said, "Anything."
"I was wondering if you would like to come live with Jonathan and me after all of this is settled."
"And why would I do that?"
"Because we both love you, and we would love having you with us."
Edith's eyes welled up with tears, and for a moment she didn't speak. Finally she said, "You both are so kind, and I do love you both very much." Her eyes turned from them, and she took in the room around them. "This is my home, has been for seventy years. I can't just up and leave it. Even though I love you both very much and it gladdens my heart that you care enough to ask me to do so."
"We do love you, Edith," Jonathan spoke up. "I can understand how you feel. This is your home."
"Thank you, Jonathan. I'm so glad my Lance has found someone like you. I have no doubt you will be good to him."
"Jon has been good to me from the very beginning," Lance assured her. "In fact, at the first I'm afraid I was not easy to be around. My attitude sucked."
"It didn't take me too long to soften you up," Jon reminded.
Jonathan went on to say they wanted to have Edith over soon for a meal. "There's someone who is very anxious to meet you. My mother," he added with a grin.
"I would enjoy that very much," Edith assured them both. "However, I no longer drive"
They assured her she would have a ride. "We're not going to give you a reason for not coming," Lance said. He gave her a grin.
Their short visit turned into an hour's stay, and by the time they were leaving it had been decided she would be over the next night for dinner. Jonathan was going to give his mother a call and issue her an invitation as well.
In the car on the way home, Lance said, "I owe you an apology, Jon."
Jonathan took his eyes off the road for a brief second and looked across the seat. "What the hell for?"
"Because I invited Edith to come live with us without talking it over first with you," Lance answered. "I shouldn't have done that. I guess I got carried away in the moment. I assure you, I would never do anything like that without running it by you first."
"I understand. And to be honest with you, it would have been completely okay with me had she accepted your invitation."
"I do plan on making a lot up to her. I know it has not been easy for her, and I'm going to make sure she has everything she needs for the rest of her life."
"I agree with you. Besides, I think she's looking forward to having a couple of`boys', as she calls us, to mother."
"That part will be nice, I have to admit," Lance said. "I loved my mother very much, but she was never much into mothering."
"From the way it sounds, she had a lot of shit going on in her life," Jonathan said.
Later that evening Jonathan gave his mother a call.
"Hi, Mom," he greeted. "How's everything with you?"
"Is this my son?" she asked. "Your voice sounds familiar."
"Don't be a smart ass, Mom," he said with a grin.
"When I die you'll never even know it."
"Now, Mom, didn't we just talk a few nights ago? If I remember correctly, weren't you at the house for dinner?"
"Damn, guess I can't get away with a guilt trip?"
"Guess not. Shame on you for trying," he added. Then, "Do you have any plans tomorrow evening?"
"Are you inviting me over?"
"If you're not too busy," he said.
"Unlike my son, I am never too busy for family," she pointed out to him.
"Hear my violin, Mom?"
"Don't get smart with me. I'm still your mother."
"As if I could ever forget that fact," he said with a laugh.
"So, why the special occasion?" she asked.
"Lance's grandmother is coming for dinner, and we wanted the two of you to meet."
"Oh, why didn't you say so in the first place? I would love to meet the woman."
"Good, it's settled then. Can you be here by seven o'clock?"
"On the dot," she assured him. Then, "Jon?"
"Yeah, Mom?"
"I love you, Son."
"Love you too, Mom. See you tomorrow evening."
Jonathan joined Lance in the living room. "Hell, let's just move both your grandmother and my mother into the house. That would be a fucking hoot."
Lance gave him a grin. "It would be interesting, to say the least."
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Jonathan had decided on pot roast covered with carrots and potatoes for his meal the next evening. While the food finished cooking, he drove over to pick up Edith Baxter. He was hoping that she and his mother would take a liking to each other for many reasons; one being his mother could drop the older woman off when the evening was over.
As he pulled up in front of Edith's house, she came out the door and walked down the steps. Evidently she had been watching for him.
"Good evening, Jonathan," she greeted.
Jonathan opened the car door and pushed it back.
"Evening, Edith. You're looking absolutely stunning," he praised.
Edith looked at him over the top of her glasses. "Now, young man, I am far too old for compliments like that," she admonished him.
"Never," he assured her.
The two of them enjoyed visiting, and she seemed surprised when Jonathan pulled into the drive a short time later.
"We're here already? For some reason I thought you guys lived farther away."
"Not very far at all," he assured her. "Close enough you can come over anytime you like for a visit."
"Oh, you can count on that. I'm going to make sure you boys have everything you need."
Jonathan opened her car door and helped her to her feet. "Right this way, Madam."
They reached the door, and Jonathan used his key to let them inside. He closed the door behind them and called out, "Anybody here?"
Jonathan led her to the living room where they were met by Lance.
Lance stood to his feet and slowly made his way across the room. His face lit up with a smile as he said, "Edith, I'm so glad you're here. Welcome to our home."
"I'm so glad to be here," she said. She gave him a kiss on the cheek. "You have such a lovely home," she added looking around the room.
"Would you like a tour before you sit down?" Jonathan asked.
"I would."
"I've seen it before, so I think I'll wait here for you guys," Lance said with a grin.
Jonathan took her down the hall and showed her the bedrooms and Lance's office. He listened as she admired each of the room, adding a comment now and then. Next she followed him back through the living room and down the hall that led to their bedroom.
"Somebody has excellent taste," she complimented.
"That would be Lance," he assured her. "Everything here is his. I haven't moved anything over yet."
Back in the living room Jonathan pointed out the kitchen and eating area. "The utility room is just off the kitchen and leads out to the garage. That covers it all," he finished.
"Your home is very nice," Edith told Lance. "And comfortable," she added.
"Thank you, Edith. You see why we invited you to live with us? There is plenty of room."
"There is," she agreed. "Just the same, however, I like my home. I intend to stay there as long as I'm able."
"I don't blame you," Lance said. "A bit disappointed, yet at the same time, I understand completely how you feel."
The doorbell rang, and the chimes startled the old woman.
"That's my mother," Jonathan said.
He walked down the hall and opened the door. "Hi, Mom," he greeted.
"So, are you going to invite me inside or what?"
"Please come inside, Mom."
Lois Davis walked inside and gave her son a hug.
"Glad you could make it, Mom," Jonathan told her.
His mother stepped back. "I wouldn't have missed it. I never turn down an invitation from my two sons,"
"Come into the living room, Mom. There's someone I want you to meet."
Lois Davis followed her son, and as they entered the living room, her face lit up. "Hi, Lance? How's my number two son?"
"Hey, Lois, glad you could make it."
Lois reached down and gave him a hug. "Is my son treating you well?" she whispered.
"Never better," Lance answered.
When she pulled away from him, Lance said, "Lois, there is someone I would like for you to meet."
Lois turned and faced the older woman sitting on the couch across the room from her.
"This is Edith Baxter, Lois. My grandmother," he added.
Jonathan's mother hurried across the room and held out both her hands. "I am so glad to meet you. My name is Lois Davis. His mother," she added, pointing toward her son.
"It's a pleasure, Mrs. Davis," Edith said.
"Please, call me `Lois'."
"Very well, then, Lois' it is. You may call me Edith'."
Jonathan soon announced the meal was ready and had the food out of the oven and placed on the bar. "Let's eat," he said.
Over the food a good time was had. Being the conversationalist she was, Lois kept the conversation moving as she tossed it back and forth among the four of them. She really took a liking to Lance's grandmother, and the feeling was mutual with Edith as well. As the two women talked back and forth, Jonathan found both him and Lance sitting there listening to the conversation.
"Why are the two of you so quiet?" Lois suddenly asked.
"How can we get a word in?"
"All right, I'll shut up," she told them.
"I'm waiting," she said when neither one of them spoke.
"I think I like it better when you talk," Jonathan assured his mother.
"We learn more that way," Lance chimed in.
The evening went very well, and after the meal was over, the dishes cleared way, the four of them returned to the living room and continued visiting and becoming better acquainted.
Jonathan got his wish, in that he had hoped his mother and Edith would take a liking to each other. When the evening drew to a close, Lois offered to drive Edith back home.
"You are too kind," Edith said.
"Nonsense," Lois said, "Besides, we're all family."
"That we are," Edith agreed.
As they were leaving, Edith said, "Thank you both, for such a lovely evening. I have enjoyed being in your home so much."
"I'm glad you have enjoyed yourself," Lance said. "We're going to make a habit of this."
"Please do," she said. Her eyes held such warmth as she spoke.
"I'm so glad the two of you have found each other," Jonathan told her.
"Which you are the reason for that happening," she reminded him.
The women told them goodnight. As the door closed behind them, Jonathan turned and gave Lance a big smile. "That went well, don't you think?"
"I do," Lance agreed. "Know what else I think?"
"I'm all ears."
Lance asked, "How about a soak in the hot tub?"
"Sounds like a plan to me."
Jonathan brought a couple of towels back and discovered Lance standing naked in the living room.
"Damn, didn't take you long, did it?"
Lance grinned. "Hell no," he said. "Let's hit the water."
Jonathan quickly stripped his clothes off, leaving them in a pile next to Lance's discarded items. Together, they walked naked out the door to the back yard.
Lance placed his crutches next to the tub and leaned against the side. He still needed a little help to get into the water, and Jonathan helped him over the side.
"Oh, yeah," Lance said. "Water's great," he called over his shoulder.
Jonathan lay the towels down and quickly hopped over the side. As the water surrounded his body Lance pushed the button that started the jets, and the water began swirling around their naked bodies.
"This is nice," Jonathan agreed.
The two sat next to each other for a time just enjoying the night, the warm breeze, and the pulsating water as it massaged their bodies.
"You know my legs are much stronger," Lance said. "I wouldn't be surprised to see the crutches go before long," he added.
"Then I guess I'll be going back home. You won't have much need for me," Jonathan said.
"Don't think you're going to get off the hook that easily. You're job is just starting."
"How so?"
"Well, I'm going to need to fuck you every night and most mornings, so I'm pretty sure it will be easier for you to just live here."
"Fuck you." As he said the words, Jonathan's lips formed into a big grin.
"Oh, I'm sure that will work both ways. We'll fuck each other."
"Morning and night?"
"Yep."
"That might make for a sore ass, don't you think?"
"Oh, I plan to fuck you so much your hole will be lost without my dick stretching its insides"
"Let me see." Jonathan reached his hand through the water and down until he found Lance's dick. "I thought as much. Hard as a rock, I see."
"You got that right, and more than ready to fuck your ass."
Jonathan lifted himself off the seat and stood in front of Lance. As he leaned into his lover, he said, "Slide that hard cock inside my hole."
He pulled his ass cheeks apart with his hands and sat back feeling the tip of Lance's dick teasing his opening.
He felt Lance push against him, and suddenly the tip of his dick slipped inside him, making him feel complete.
Jonathan pushed hard and felt the rest of the hairy cock bury inside his tight opening. He could feel the wiry curls rub wetly against his cheeks, fill Lance's hairy balls rub the bottom side of his hairy opening. God, it felt good to him. To them both.
"Fuck me, Lance," he begged.
Lance reached around him with both hands and held him close, the two of them so connected it felt as if they were one body.
Jonathan started bouncing in the water as Lance began thrusting his cock as deep as possible until it was buried balls deep inside. Each time he rammed Jon's ass, those hairy balls of Lance's would rub and tickle the ass getting fucked.
"God, your ass is tight tonight," Lance breathed. "It feels so fucking hot."
"Fuck me, Babe. Fill me with that hot cream."
"Oh, yeah, I'm going to fill your hole with my man cream."
Each time Lance slammed his lover's ass, Jon would rise in the water and meet him, driving his cock deeper inside..
"You're going to fucking make me cum," Lance breathed.
"Do it, Lance. Feel my fuck hole with your fuck juice."
His words drove Lance over the edge.
"I'm going to cum, Babe," he said. "Here it comes."
Jonathan felt the cock buried inside him swell up, felt the first blast of hot juice as it exploded and hit the wet walls of his love tunnel. He met each blast that entered him, clamping against the hairy base with his ass muscle, finally milking the last of the hot thick creamy liquid out until there was nothing left to come out.
"Oh, God," Lance said.
For a time they remained where they were, Lance's cock still buried inside Jon's cum-filled hole. When Lance began coming down off his high, he pulled out. "Your turn," he said. "I want you to fuck me."
Jon stood up in the water. He turned and faced Lance. Wrapping his arms around his lover, he said, "I do want to fuck you. I need your ass tonight."
As they held each other, Lance could feel the hard cock rubbing against him. He leaned over and kissed Jon on the mouth, working his tongue inside. Then he broke the kiss and said, "Fuck me, Jon. Fuck my ass hard."
Jonathan took a seat in the water and pulled Lance to him. The tip of his cock found the opening of his lover's hairy hole and became anxious to slide inside the warm opening.
"Oh, yeah, I feel your dick, Babe. Slide inside me."
Jonathan slowly worked the tip of his cock inside. He felt Lance tense up, and he stopped. "You okay?" he asked.
Lance took a deep breath. He nodded and said, "I'm good. Just take it slow."
Jonathan remained still another moment and then slowly worked another half inch in. "You still okay?"
"Getting there," Lance assured him. "I can tell you're going to need to fuck me more so I can get use to you."
"Glad to oblige."
After another minute Jonathan worked another inch inside. Suddenly he felt Lance's hole open up and the rest of him crawled inside. He was buried balls deep inside his lover.
"You still okay?" he asked.
He felt Lance push hard into his body.
"Fuck yeah," Lance said. "Fuck my ass."
"You're so tight, Lance. So tight I'm not sure how long I'll last."
"Just fuck me, Babe. I need to feel your cum inside me."
Jonathan slowly worked his cock in and out of Lance, feeling his partner's hairy ass grinding against his own wet blond bush that spread around the base of his cock.
"Fuck, your ass feels so good," Jonathan breathed.
"Fuck me, Jon."
Jonathan couldn't take it any longer. He wasn't able to continue with the slow easy thrusting. Instead he went into over drive and began fucking Lance like crazy. Another couple of minutes of hard ass pounding, and he felt the familiar tingling starting in his balls. He knew he was about to blow his cream deep inside Lance's hungry hole.
"Here it comes," he warned Lance. "I'm going to fill your hole with my cream."
"Oh, yeah, Babe, fill my ass with your load."
The words brought Jon over the edge, and he found himself exploding deep inside Lance, covering the wall of his ass with his hot creamy load.
Moments later, their love making over, they both lay still in the water enjoying the feeling of aftermath that follows good sex.
"That was wonderful," Jonathan said. "I needed your ass."
"And I needed your cock in my ass."
"I love you, Lance Thompson."
"I love you, too."
They lay back in the water for a while longer just enjoying the feeling of being together. Finally Jonathan reached for the towels. "I guess we had better get out before we become prunes."
Lance laughed. "You're probably right I'm not into wrinkles much."
They dried off and headed for the house. It was time for a shower and time to hit the sack.
It had been a good day for both Jonathan and Lance.
End Part 21