Ring in Mine

Ring in Mine #3: Nephi & Jerome: Chapter 67

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Thanks Zach for your editing skills. Here is Chapter 67 ----------- Chapter 67

The peace was short lived. An air ambulance team prepped Adam for his flight. It was a short ride to the airport. The air ambulance had priority. The rest of the family would follow in the Tellerson jet.

Jerome asked Belinda to find them a rental in Palm Springs. They would be there for at least three months.

"Your grandmother purchased a villa near the Medical Center while your grandfather battled cancer. Except for the caretakers, it is empty. Jerry and Hugo already called. I sent a crew to open it up this morning. The rest of the security team is already on site.

Jerome wasn't sure what they would find. The hacienda style home had five bedrooms and a courtyard with a pool. Two separate cottages housed the security team and the caretakers. Mrs. Garcia, the housekeeper met them at the door.

"Welcome, Señor Tellerson. Your grandmother was a dear friend. We often cried together on bad days. I am here for you and your children." The boy's ears perked up at her next sentence. "Papá is at the farm supply picking up food for the animals."

Jerome introduced the boys, Kimmie, Andy and Trace. Marshall had returned to Samaria Farms.

"Mr. Andy, Mr. Trace, there is a surprise waiting in your cottage."

"Go, we can bring in the luggage later." Jerome smiled. "We had better carry our own luggage. We may not see them for a while.

Trace and Andy found a note in the shared area of cottage. "Unwrap your packages at the same time."

Bright red ribbon with gift tags decorated the bedroom doors. "One, two, three." Andy called out.

Trace found the blinds closed. A single candle burned on the night stand, the bed turned down. The door closed behind him. "Drop your trousers and spread `em." Something like the barrel of a gun pushed into his back.

A hand reached into Trace's jacket and removed his gun. "I said, drop `em. My weapon is loaded. We don't want it to go off prematurely."

Trace found himself face down and handcuffed to the bed with a blunt object poking at his exposed hole.

Later lying with his head on Josh's chest, Trace asked, "When did you get back from Mexico? I didn't expect to see you until September. I've missed you." Trace pressed his lips to Josh's.

"Yesterday out-of-the-blue, a replacement arrived. I received a high priority assignment. Something is up. The Chief sent me to the Mexico City office to keep us apart."

Trace explained about Adam going missing and the previous Chief dragging his feet when asked to look for him. "Do you remember Rich?"

"Isn't he the quiet guy who manages the day-to-day operations, isn't he?"

"He is the new Chief. Jerome, Mr. Tellerson is taking an active part in management." Trace snuggled a little closer to the warm body next to him. He had missed his partner. "Next time it's your turn to wear the handcuffs."

"I can't wait."

The phone rang. "Lunch is in 15 minutes. Don't be late." Mrs. Garcia announced. Josh looked puzzled.

"Things are different with the new boss. He insists we are part of the family, so we eat with them. I bet the Garcia's eat with the family too."

Agnes and Andy emerged from the other bedroom. Agnes looked put together. Andy looked as if he had spent the last hour making love. "At least comb your hair!" Agnes insisted.

"And if I don't, Mistress Agnes?" Andy leered at his partner.

"Bad boys get punished." Agnes announced. Andy smiled as he ran a comb through his hair. Agnes noticed the marks of the handcuffs on Trace's wrists. "Josh if you need help keeping him in line, just ask."

"It's not like that. Next time I get to wear the handcuffs." Josh answered smiling.

Andy smiled at Agnes. She glared. "Don't get any ideas. I wear the leather pants in this relationship."

The family stood at the kitchen table waiting for the missing security team. "Josh and Agnes, you may thank Rich for your new assignments. He feels couples should be assigned together when possible." Trace squeezed Josh's hand. Jerome noticed there wasn't a similar reaction between Andy and Agnes. "Remember, we are all children of a loving Father." Jerome continued. "Samaria is 1000 miles away, but we carry it within us. Our Father expects us to be his hands on this earth. Do not pass up an opportunity to help. Go forth and do good. After breakfast we will visit Adam."

Jerome reached out for his boys' hands. They reached for the next. Soon the circle was complete. Jerome bowed his head and thanked the Lord for all their blessings.

Andy cringed when he sat on the hard-wooden chair. Jerry jumped up from the table and returned with a cushion from the patio furniture. Andy appreciated the gesture but looked at Agnes. "Don't look at her. I'm a Mr. Tellerson too. Now sit." The comfortable cushion made sitting easier.

After Adam's arrival at the medical center came the tests and more x-rays. Then more tests. He had improved overnight. After a soft lunch, the boys arrived. Each of them had to kiss their dad. Adam was sitting up in bed. Hugo continued telling Adam about Disneyland and Knotts Berry Farm.

"Dad, Skip wants to go to Disneyland and the Berry Farm." Jerry announced.

"When Adam gets better, I think we all will go to Disneyland." Jerome agreed with his boys.

Adam's doctor arrived. "Josh, please take the boys to the dining room for ice cream." Josh was a little put out. He was there to protect the family not act as a babysitter.

The doctor reviewed the tests with Adam and Jerome. "The first surgery will be on his hands. We need to put them back together before they heal on their own. With Adam's improved condition we will start tomorrow morning."

The time came for the boys to head out. Adam asked Josh to come closer. "We are not asking you to babysit. We are trusting you with our most valuable treasures, our boys."

Josh ran Adam's statement over and over in his mind as he drove the boys back to the villa. As they neared the turn off Jerry spoke up. "Don't stop we need to go to the 7-Eleven."

Hugo explained when Jerry gets this way, things work out better if you go with the flow.

Josh wasn't looking forward to taking all three boys into the store. He needn't have worried. They were down the block from the store when Jerry yelled "Stop!"

Jerry rolled his window down and held up two fingers and the only money in the small wallet Jerome had given him. A woman stepped to the car with two bunches of flowers. She took Jerry's ten-dollar bill. When she tried to give Jerry his change, he refused it.

"It's for the baby." Hugo produced another five-dollar bill, which Jerry handed to the woman. Skip had left his money home. The Jerry looked at Josh. He caved and produced another ten.

"Bless you." She said.

Jerry handed Josh one bunch of flowers. "Give these to Uncle Trace, he needs them today." Josh wasn't sure what was happening, but Trace had said something similar to what Hugo stated about listening to the five-year-old boy.

Skip ran into the house calling for Mamá Garcia. Skip handed her the flowers. "These are for you."

Once the boys were in the house, Josh headed to the cottage. He handed Trace the bunch of daisies. Trace broke into tears. "They were her favorite." He wrapped his arms around Josh, burying his face into his lover's chest. "She's gone. She's gone." Trace repeated over and over.

Josh was at a loss on how to help his man. The phone rang. It was Mamá Garcia. "Your car is here."

Neither man had unpacked much. Josh grabbed their suitcases and ushered Trace to the car, not sure what was happening. The boys hugged their uncle Trace and Josh.

"The flowers are for your sister." Jerry whispered. Trace managed a sniffled thank you. "You are flying first class. Eat at the buffet; it's great."

Mamá Garcia's flowers looked beautiful on the table. Agnes served herself. Hugo stood at his place at the table and gave Agnes a look that should have made her blood grow cold. Jerry and Skip also stood and glared.

"We start dinner with lesson and prayer." Hugo reminded the family. Andy and Kimmie stood. Even at Disney, when they ordered room service, Hugo had insisted on scripture and prayer. It created a sense of continuity. Andy nudged his girl. Agnes unaware of the drama unfolding around her realized she was the focus of everyone's attention. She stood.

The boys had discussed prayer and lesson with their dads. Jerome had given Jerry an idea for the night's lesson.

"A boy wanted spaghetti for dinner. All day he thought of spaghetti, but his mother made meatloaf. Mom, I wanted spaghetti.' His mother answered. Did you ask me to make spaghetti?' He answered `no'."

"God is like that. He knows what we need. God wants us to talk with him. If we don't ask for what we would like, we can't complain. We are Samaritans; we need to do good things."

Hugo said the blessing on the food. He remembered Trace and Josh. He asked God to bless his dads.

"Skip, would you like to do tomorrow's lesson?" Jerry asked. Skip had never done the lesson before and was excited.

Mamá Garcia served tacos, rice, and beans. The boys were in heaven. After dinner the boys carried their plates to the sink and helped clear the table. Jerry and Skip wiped down the table while Hugo swept the floor.

"Boys, you don't have to clean up." Mamá Garcia enjoyed having children in the house again.

"If we don't do chores, dad won't pay us." Jerry explained. The boys rinsed their dishes and Mamá Garcia showed them how to put them in her dishwasher. The boys ran outside to explore. Andy stood to follow them.

"It's a secure compound, we aren't babysitters." Agnes insisted.

Andy still followed the boys outside and watched from a distance. He had tried to explain to Agnes this assignment was different, but she wasn't buying it.

The boys dragged Andy to see Mamá Garcia's chickens, goats, miniature horses, and dogs. Papá Garcia was milking the goats. Skip fed the chickens. Hugo gave Papá a hand. Andy was surprised Hugo knew how to milk a goat. Jerry bottle fed a pair of tiny brown and white dwarf kids.

Hugo saw to Skip and Jerry's evening showers. Kimmie read to the boys. Andy kneeled with the boys as they included everybody at home, their dads, Trace, and even Andy in their prayers. Kimmie would listen for them in the night.

It was late when Andy joined Agnes. "You have been a bad boy. I told you the boys would be fine." Agnes slapped a riding crop into her hand.

"Aubergine." Andy had never used the safe word before, but tonight something was bothering him.

The safe word shocked Agnes. "We haven't seen each other for months and you don't want to play?"

"Tonight, I want to talk and then some leisurely loving." Andy's unwillingness to submit angered her.

"Where is our relationship going? The sex is great, but where will we be in ten years?" Andy asked.

"You will be bent over my knee getting the spanking you deserve."

"I want more than sex. The week I spent with Hugo in California has left me wanting more. I've always wanted a family with kids of my own."

"I am your mistress. A slave like you doesn't deserve a family. Now get on your knees!" She demanded. When he remained standing, she hit him with the crop. A welt appeared across his cheek barely missing his eye.

"What do you have against the boys?"

Agnes raised the crop for another blow. "I do not like kids, especially boys. They remind me of my brothers. Now get on your knees!"

Andy caught the crop and pulled it from her grasp. His first response was to return the blow, but you never hit a lady. He snapped it in half. Andy had not had the chance to unpack. He grabbed his suitcase and walked out the door as Agnes shouted degrading comments about his man-hood. Andy walked toward the main house.

Agnes appeared with her whip. The tip slashed the back of Andy's shirt. The lights in the main house came on. Agnes shouted again. "What kind of man can't get it up unless someone stomps on his ego?"

Concerned, Jerry pulled from Hugo's restraining grasp and ran toward Andy wearing only his pajama shorts. Agnes miscalculated her strike. The third snap of her whip caught Jerry's arm.

"Get out of the way boy. This has nothing to do with you."

Andy dropped his suitcase and picked up the crying child and ran toward the house. He had made his choice, his responsibility to the boys over his relationship. He wasn't sure how he could work with her on this assignment.

Kimmie met them at the door in her pajamas. Kimmie rummaged through the medicine cabinet. She snapped a Tylenol in half and gave one to Jerry. The bloody welt on his arm already hurt. She produced a baggie of ice for him to hold on the injury.

"We need to call your dad." Agnes worried Kimmie.

Hugo refused to let her bother either Adam or Jerome. Hugo retrieved his wallet and made a long-distance call.

"Hi Drake, I need to talk with Uncle Jared." Hugo waited for Jared to come to the phone. He filled in the details of the evening.

"Hugo, thank you for being so smart and calling me. I'll take care of it."

Andy lay face down on the couch as Kimmie put antiseptic on wound on his back. Andy was only a few years older than her. After applying gauze and tape to his back, she pumped some lotion into her hand and massaged his tense shoulders. She felt Andy's well-developed muscles relax under her hands. The boys at school did nothing for her. She found herself getting turned on by this man.

She slapped his butt when she finished. "It's time for bed."

Andy waited for Kimmie to go to her room before he got off the couch. He didn't want her to see his condition. Lying in the spare bedroom he pondered his relationship with Agnes. It had started in college. After college they moved in together. Things changed when she returned from an undercover assignment. She had introduced light bondage play into their relationship. Over time the term light would no longer apply to her demands. It was hot, but feeling Kimmie's gentle touch reminded him of what a relationship could be, and he missed it. He wanted to settle down and have a family.

Andy was having trouble falling asleep. A small body appeared at the side of his bed. "I had a bad dream, may I sleep with you, Uncle Andy?"

Skip laid his head on Andy's arm. His breathing settled into the rhythms of sleep. This is what Andy wanted from life. Thoughts of dealing with Agnes in the morning evaporated.

The morning came early. "Come on Uncle Andy. We have to feed the chickens. Jerry won't go outside unless you come with us. He's afraid of the crazy lady."

Hugo mentioned they lived and worked on a farm in Utah. Watching the boys handle the animals he believed it. Why would the kids of one of the richest people in America have to do chores? Jerry was teaching Skip words in Italian. Andy grew up in a bilingual family. In Italian Andy asked Jerry what they do with the eggs.

Jerry answered in Italian, "We eat them for breakfast."

Mamá Garcia made a big deal of the basket of eggs in the kitchen. Papá Garcia enjoyed the company as Hugo milked two of the four nanny goats. Andy helped Skip with the hay for the goats as Jerry bottle fed the twins.

"Be sure to write down how long we worked so dad can pay us." Skip reminded Mamá.

Andy invited Agnes to breakfast, but she ate cold cereal in the cottage. Agnes was furious at Andy and the interfering little brat. She took perverse pleasure picturing the blood on the kid's arm. `I should have hit him again.' Andy was hers and she would have him back under control as soon as she got him alone. She had met other mistresses. One had removed her slave's testicles to keep him in line. That would end her slave's dreams of having a family.

Halfway through breakfast the phone rang. Mamá Garcia answered the phone and buzzed open the main gate. Soon there was a knock on the door. Rich, the new head of security surprised Andy.

"Agnes is being reassigned as of this morning. Do you want to be reassigned with her? Keep in mind she won't be assigned to the Tellerson family again."

Andy thought for only a moment. "The boys need me more than I need Agnes." Whatever he had felt for Agnes beyond the kinky sex was gone.

"When you take the boys to the center this afternoon, I want a doctor to check you and Jerry out. The younger Mr. Tellerson does not want his brother worried about this, so do not mention it unless asked." Rich turned to leave.

"What will Agnes be doing?" Andy asked.

"There are undercover assignments where her unique skill set will be useful."

Rich climbed behind the wheel of the first of two cars. Two agents accompanied Agnes into the other.

After breakfast settled Kimmie called school in session. The boys started with Math and moved on to Reading. As the boys studied, Andy received a call.

"Andy, my name is Jared Tellerson. While Jerome and Adam are away from the house, I would prefer you sleep in the spare room. The boys and I will feel safer having you under the same roof. Thank you for staying with the boys. They like you a lot."

After lunch the boys read for half an hour and were chomping at the bit to go swimming. "We can't go in the pool unless an adult comes in with us. Kimmie is having her period." Hugo announced.

"I don't have a swimming suit." Andy countered.

"It doesn't matter. We swim naked." Jerry had spent too much time around Zeke. He was down to the skin in a flash.

"Swim in your underwear." Mamá Garcia suggested. "This won't be the first skinny dipping party held in this pool. I'll sit here and snap beans for dinner." Andy pulled his shirt over his head. Mamá helped Andy remove the gauze from his back. "Looks good. Go for it."

Andy stripped down to a pair of white boxer briefs and dove into the pool. With an adult in the pool the boys jumped in. They involved Andy in their play, and he enjoyed it. Hugo and Jerry swam like fish. Skip hadn't spent summer afternoons in a pool with lots of brothers teaching him how to swim. Andy built Skip's confidence in the water.

Kimmie came out to the pool area wearing her brief swimsuit bottoms and a t-shirt. She settled into a lounge chair. She pulled the shirt over her head and enjoyed the warm sunshine. Andy had trouble keeping his mind and eyes on the boys as Kimmie rubbed tanning lotion onto her breasts. From her lack of tan lines this wasn't the first time she had tanned topless.

"Boys if you're going to see your dads, it's time to get out of the pool. The naked boys ran for their towels. Andy hadn't thought about the effect of water on his underwear.

"Oh my!" Mamá Garcia gasped.

Kimmie started at Andy's broad shoulders and followed the thin strip of hair from his pecs, across Andy's washboard stomach, disappearing behind the transparent fabric. Kimmie gasped with Mamá Garcia. It took self-control not to reach out and brush her hands across Andy's thinly veiled man-hood.

At the Medical Center Jerome gave Adam a tentative hug. "I'll see you later." They rolled Adam toward the operating room. It would take hours to put Adam's hands together so they would heal right. Jerome had confidence in the top-rated surgical team working on Adam.

It was Jerome's turn next. "Jerome, we will work on the scars, especially the obscenities. We will cut out the scar tissue and put it back together so it will heal with a less visible scar. While we are down there is there anything else you want us to work on?" The surgeon asked laughing.

"I think it's long enough; I always wanted a foreskin." Jerome laughed.

Jerome understood this was only the first of many surgeries to minimize the visual damage.

The anesthesiologist added his syringe of meds into Jerome's IV port and the world faded around him.

Jerome's first question as he awoke in recovery was about Adam.

"The doctors have finished." A sleeping Adam soon joined his partner in recovery. Adam now sported another pair of casts.

Once Adam was fully aware of the world, they returned to their suite. The doctor stopped by to explain what they had done to Adam's hands and mouth. After seeing the x-rays Adam joked, he would never make it through a metal detector again.

The boys arrived in the afternoon. Skip was excited about the animals, especially the miniature horses. Jerry reassured his dad they were doing chores and needed paying on Friday.

They took turns reading to their dads. While Hugo was reading, Jerry borrowed some paper from the nurse and drew a picture for his dads.

"And what are these?" Jerome asked, "Zombies?"

Adam guessed mummies. Jerry announced it was a picture of his dad's. From all the bandages the picture was accurate from a five-year-old perspective.

Skip gave them his drawing. The men never guessed it was three naked boys, Andy, and Kimmie without a shirt. Skip broke down and identified each person in the drawing. "Uncle Andy doesn't have a swimming suit, so he swam in his underwear and you could see his privates."

"Mamá Garcia said, `Oh my.' When he got out of the pool." Hugo added. "She said she was snapping beans, but she watched."

Jerome had to process Jerry's next comment. "Uncle Andy is really happy."

"Oh my, maybe we should have him swim here." Jerome suggested smiling.

Adam threatened to have the nurse throw a pitcher of cold water over Jerome to calm him down. Hugo laughed. It was good having his dads back.

While Skip was reading, Andy and Jerry followed the nurse into the hallway. "I need you to look at my little buddy's arm."

Andy pulled his long sleeve shirt over Jerry's head. The nurse removed the bandage and excused himself to find a doctor. The doctor came to the same conclusion the nurse had.

"I want to x-ray this to make sure nothing is broken." They left Andy in the exam room while another doctor talked with Jerry.

"Who did this to you, young man?" Jerry told the psychologist an unbelievable story about a crazy lady who didn't like kids with a whip in the middle of the night.

"And where is this lady now?" The doctor wasn't buying Jerry's story.

"She's gone. My Uncle Jared sent her away."

"Where is your uncle?"

"He is in San Francisco. He goes to college there."

"Did Andy do this to you?"

"That's stupid. Andy saved me from Agnes. The doctor needs to look at Andy's back. She hit him with her whip too."

The nurse pushed Jerry in a wheelchair to radiology while the pair of doctors examined Andy and verified Jerry's story.

Kimmie had done an excellent job on the gash on Andy's back. The time in the pool hadn't hurt. The doctor left Andy with the shrink. Once Andy got started on the story of Agnes, the dam of emotions burst. Andy was so confused. He talked for an hour.

"When you bring the boys tomorrow, we will talk more."

Everyone was sad when it was time for the boys to leave.

Skip gave the lesson at dinner about sharing. Papá Garcia blessed the food. After dinner Mamá had a surprise for the boys. She produced her grandson's board games. Skip insisted Andy and Kimmie play Uncle Wiggly with them.

At bedtime Andy looked forward to the kid's prayers. He sat on the bed with Jerry on his lap as Kimmie continued reading the adventures of Tom Sawyer. `This is what I want.'" Andy thought. He pulled Jerry a little closer.

After breakfast, Mamá announced she and Papá would be back after church.

"Don't leave us." Jerry ran from the room followed by his brothers. Minutes later Mamá was combing the boy's hair as they buttoned up their nicer shirts. Papá provided bolo ties for the boys to wear. Andy took a little longer to get dressed. Kimmie stayed home. Andy didn't have a choice about going to church. Where the boys went, he followed.

They were a little early. Jerry pulled a dollar from his pocket. Hugo helped him light a candle as Jerry kneeled in prayer. Jerry coached Skip and Hugo through Mass.

"I didn't know you are Catholic." Mamá mentioned.

"Grandma Marie is Catholic. We are Samaritans." Jerry countered.

Sunday dinner was a festive affair. Mamá had cooked a traditional meal. Papá played mariachi music on the radio. The boys tried new foods, and everyone had a good time. Kimmie goaded Andy into trying one of Papá's peppers.

Andy's eyes grew wide and reached for his water. "Water makes it worse. Eat a tortilla." Papá suggested.

Andy was still in misery. Mamá brought him a glass of milk. After dinner Jerry danced around the kitchen with the music. Skip soon joined him.

Dinner at the center was low key. The oral surgeon had repaired Adam's upper jaw with screws and plates and removed Adam's broken front teeth. Three others had received root canals and were waiting for their final crowns. Adam's hands were out of commission. Jerome didn't mind feeding Adam his soft dinner. To be fair Jerome had insisted on the same menu. Meal times were an intimate shared time. Adam didn't want the boys to see he couldn't even feed himself. After lunch they waited for their boys.

The calm disappeared as the boys burst through the door. Skip couldn't wait to share Andy's hot pepper story. The energy and noise of the boys lifted their fathers' mood. When the quiet returned so did the melancholy.

"Why did this have to happen to us?" Adam teetered on the edge of tears. "We should be with our boys."

Feeling much the same way, Jerome tried to give comfort he didn't feel. He wanted to hold Adam tightly, but it wasn't an option. Jerome slid his hands across the bit of Adam's bruised chest not bandaged. Jerome pulled the sheet down exposing Adam's man-hood. He wrapped his hand around Adam's dick. Adam moaned.

"Did I hurt you?" Jerome asked backing off.

"It doesn't hurt. It's nice feeling pleasure instead of pain."

Jerome worked his way back and forth and Adam shot his load. "I haven't cum since I was with you. If you suck on my balls, I'm sure I can go another round."

Jerome sucked first one ball and then the other between his lips as he ran his tongue over the sensitive flesh.

"I'm glad these had a week to heal. I could do this all day."

Adam sighed. "You're welcome to try. This is better than watching Star Trek reruns."

Adam rose to the occasion and Jerome took advantage of his aroused state. The skin under the bandage on his face ached. Jerome sucked his finger and ran it across Adam's hole and then slid it in. Adam shuddered as Jerome touched his prostate. He couldn't hold off anymore and fed Jerome another load. Jerome held it on his tongue and shared it with Adam.

"I need to pee." Adam announced. Jerome had picked up the urinal from the night stand, but Adam hinted, "I think I want to use the restroom."

Jerome helped Adam sit on the toilet. Jerome helped Adam finish the paperwork. "It's a sign of real love if you will wipe my bum."

"While I'm down here..." Adam wiggled his eyebrows. "I don't think it would count as chewing."

"We have a problem." Jerome pulled his shorts down. His tool's shaft was wrapped in gauze. "I didn't want a gay slur on my dick forever."

"Have you looked in the mirror yet? I think they took a few liberties."

There were no mirrors in the suite. Jerome had to ask for a hand mirror. There wasn't much to see with all the gauze. Undeniably a tube of skin hung past the bandage.

"I was joking when I said I'd like my foreskin back." Jerome worried about Adam's reaction.

"I can't wait to play with it." Adam winked.

The nurse helped the invalid pair prepare for bed. "Do you think I could sleep in the big bed tonight?"

It took some doing getting Adam situated. Because of the IV, Jerome crawled next to his man on the wrong side. Jerome couldn't snuggle past all the plaster. He laid his hand on Adam's chest and smiled. As the week passed, Jerome found as many ways to get close to his man as possible.

Each morning the boys would work with Kimmie. In the afternoon they spent the day with their dads. If the weather was nice Andy would swim with the boys. Swimming in his briefs no longer bothered him.

Friday had always been payday, and it was no different in Palm Springs. Hugo handed Jerome Mamá Garcia's time log.

"It looks like you've been busy." Jerome handed each boy twenty dollars. "Andy use the credit card and take the boys to the bookstore. They can spend about twenty dollars each on books. Kimmie may spend what she needs on education supplies."

The boys kissed their dads goodbye. Jerome fed Adam and himself. They settled in a pair of recliners to enjoy a movie on the television. They would spend the weekend at the villa. The dietitian had contacted Mamá Garcia on Adam's dietary limitations.

Andy stopped by the villa long enough to add Kimmie to their group. The boys loved bookstores. Mamá postponed dinner so the boys would have an hour if they needed it. Pushing the time limit the family checked out. Each boy carried a bag of books. Kimmie and Andy's hands were full.

As usual Andy followed the boys so he could watch for danger. He stepped ahead of the boys long enough to unlock the car door. "Kimmie would you put the books in the back. Boys, we need to hurry, or we will be late for dinner."

"I think you will miss dinner!" Andy turned to find Agnes holding Jerry with a knife to his throat. "You're a miserable excuse for a man, and you are mine. Toss your gun away and get on your knees."

Andy hesitated. The knife drew a small drop of Jerry's blood. "It won't take much to finish the job. Get on your knees."

Andy tossed his gun onto the ground and dropped to his knees. "Now let the boy go." Agnes drew the knife to the side. Blood trickled onto Jerry's favorite t-shirt.

"The game isn't over." She tossed Kimmie a pair of handcuffs. "Put these on my slave. Be sure they are tight."

"Now crawl on your knees and get into my car." Agnes tossed Hugo the keys. "Open the trunk boy."

"Worthless piece of shit, get in the trunk." Andy looked for a way out of the situation but hadn't found an opportunity yet. "Close it!" Agnes demanded.

With Andy in the trunk she relaxed her hold on Jerry. "That wasn't so bad was it. A quick trip to the vet and he'll calm down real fast." She dragged Jerry to her car.

"You have Andy, let Jerry go!" Kimmie demanded.

"I think I will keep him. I'll get him fixed too. A rich little slave boy might be fun." Agnes opened the back door and pushed Jerry in. Agnes pulled her gun. "As for you I don't need witnesses."

There was a single shot...