Date: Fri, 18 Mar 2011 23:47:24 -0600 From: firstname.lastname@example.org Subject: Photo 19 Photo by: dnrock(email@example.com) 19 On the Road part 3 Ronnie and Margaret had a long series of telephone interviews with the burger company and the control manufacturer. It turned out that the burger outfit purchased all its cooking controls from the control manufacturer. The burger people were suggesting that they would cancel the contract if this matter went to litigation. They would not confirm this in the interviews but Rupert said he had solid evidence of this pressure. The story was even more convoluted. A rival firm had been trying to purchase the little Milwaukee based control company but had been rebuffed. It turned out several of the executives of the burger outfit had recently, in the past year or so, purchased a large number of shares in the rival. The advertising company that represented the burger boys would not comment but I sure did. Margaret managed to tone down my comments to something resembling politely bemused. The story had now been filed and it was up to the paper editors exactly when it would run. Some time in the next few days was my guess, if Martha Stewart, ENRON or the situation in Iraq were quiet . The burger boy's PR department was strangely silent and did not seem to know anything about this. Rupert had hired on the best PR firm in New York to act on behalf of the control company. Press release wordings were flying over the internet between Chicago, New York and Milwaukee until everyone was satisfied; all that needed to be done was add the date. "I think this will be the 'coup de gras", Rupert was saying. "But can they afford to make such as an offer?" "Sure, with the kind of backing I've arranged they can. Besides they are offering to purchase 27% or control of the rival control company at half the current market value." "But will anyone take them seriously?" "Oh sure they will but few will sell in the short term, at that kind of discount. In fact when people see the declared dividend and profit projections for the next quarter my client's share price will appreciate by 25%. The rival's value will also shrink when the conflict of interest between the burger boys is made public and the burger shares will take one hell of a hit." "Rupert, I don't mean to question your experience in these things but if Mad Cow in Canada didn't badly damage the burger boys share price, why will a squabble and litigation hurt them?" "I happen to know that a substantial number of their shares are owned by several privet investment funds and those fund managers are more concerned with ethical investments then pure profit. Within 10 minutes of our press release hitting their electronic desk's 2.5% of the burger boys stock will be on the block that should get the Shorters going. "But aren't they one of our sponsors, what it they withdraw when they see Veronica and Margaret's byline on the story," Bob signed. "Let them, our PR people and Stuhec would have a field day with that one and their computers would be breaking down the Foundation's door to sub in, Right Margaret?" She did not need to answer the way these ladies were rubbing their hands together, said it all. It was several days later when the shit hit the fan. As the story hit the papers and electronic news, it unfolded just as Rupert had predicted. I had a number of still photos published, again for stringer fees, and Veronica and Margaret had three articles syndicated. By that Friday, Rupert figured the burger boys would be willing to settle. He was right again, we assembled that morning at the Adonis family's apartment in preparation for a long weekend in south central Wisconsin, something Rupert had arranged. Our road show had been to Milwaukee, Madison, Springfield, Iowa City, St. Louis and whole lot of other places. We were moving on to Calgary and the East coast after our mini vacation. Jason, Trevor and Drew met us at the door, scooping up the kids and smothering them with hugs and kisses. Shelley clung to Trevor for the first hour she was so delighted to see him again. Jonas gravitated to Drew. They are much closer in age and Drew was determined to learn ASL. "Are you going to call the burger boy's CEO, Rupert?" "No, Jason, I think he should swallow his pride and call me. I know he just hates that, he thinks he should only be talking to another CEO, not some legal mouth piece. It will give me an advantage." "How do you know he will call at all," Brad asked? "Charles Tell knows that if we can't make some kind of announcement late today, after the market closes; and if things go unresolved until Monday morning, his stock will take another big hit. The editorial writers will have his hide in the Sunday editions demanding his resignation and the Margaret and Veronica team will have another damaging article on the Journal's front page. I already told his legal people what I want, he will have some difficulty eating crow but should be able to live with it." "Uncle Rupert, is Mr. Tell really going to eat a crow?" Rupert chucked a bit "No sweetie, to eat crow is an expression or aphorism indicating that person must do something distasteful and perhaps damaging to his personal pride. Another expression that means something similar is 'eat humble pie'." Rupert pulled a large white board into the room and put a number of points on it: 1. Unequivocal public apology to Apollo and the control manufacture. 2. Those responsible for these unauthorized actions, statements and unethical behavior are terminated forthwith. 3. The control manufacture will have an immediate three year extension of their contract and they will sever all business relations with the rival control company for that period. 4. Brad, Linda and the kids will be featured in and paid for several commercials, Apollo, Bob, Veronica and Margaret will write, photograph and along with their advertising department produce them. (His word on this, not part of the public announcement.) 5. We will withdraw our legal actions and they will pay my firm's, including the PR guy's, fees. "Rupert you drive a very hard bargain." "Charles, Jason Adonis here, I think he went quite light, had they ask me I would have been far harsher on your minions. Just take a page from my Amsterdam book and you can turn this into a PR success." "You are absolutely correct about that, Jason. Is Apollo in the room?" "Yes sir, in fact we are all here including the children however, Margaret and Veronica have taken off their journalist hats." "While Rupert reads the fine print, that's what lawyers do, we can chat a bit. I have my executive committee and legal council on this end. I guess we have an electronic party going on. Ladies I do want to say your reporting was accurate, well written and fair. Anyway Apollo, I want to relay a personal apology. Our bad boys admitted they had not checked their facts and your name being dragged into this mess was quite unintentional, and I hope you don't harbor any hard feelings toward them, me or the company." "No hard feelings sir, if the consequences for your 'bad boys' and corporate reputation were not so severe the copyright part would be quite humorous. I guess it will make a solid example in future executive training seminars." "No doubt, how do the kids feel about doing commercials for us?" "We think it is great, Jonas and I really like your burgers, will Ronald be in our commercials, we can teach him ASL? Jonas figures that if he is signing to us with the words captioned than parents would read it for little kids." "Well Shelley I don't usually get to involved in the details of things at this level." "Uncle Jason, told Shelley and me that if executives spent more time on details and less time on grand schemes, their companies would run better, Sir." "Jason is absolutely correct son, I'll be sure to tell our advertising department about your idea. Jason, I think we had both better watch our jobs with this kind of talent coming up." "Chuck, this is 99%, I made a few grammar suggestions, we have a deal." "I'll put out a press release at 4:30 central daylight time. What are you up to this weekend?" "I taking the whole lot and Liz to Wisconsin Dells and Baraboo for a few days." "That sounds like lots of fun, I had my grandchildren at the Circus World Museum last summer they loved it. Don't forget we have franchises in both cities." He hung up. I thought the whole thing went exceedingly well. Jason and Trevor returned to Calgary and we took the train from Chicago to Wisconsin Dells. Drew rode with us to Racine, getting off to see his girlfriend. Trevor had my little surprise for Jason tucked under his arm. Our mystery man was last seen at Union Station, some how he managed to find out about our departure. This was just a bit unnerving. He did not get on the train, that I could see and definitely did not get off at the Dells. The last time Brad and I passed through this part of Wisconsin it was nothing but blowing snow and whiteness. In the early summer things were quite different. Green, dark blue water, corn fields, mixed forests, blue sky with lazy cotton balls and tourist facilities, lots and lots of them. That is what we were treated to once we headed west from Milwaukee anyway. Amtrak runs on the old Milwaukee Road right-of-way from Chicago's Union Station through Glenview, Racine to Milwaukee and on to Minneapolis and St. Paul. The train is called the Empire Builder which was the name of the crack Great Northern Passenger train of the past. From the Twin Cities west Amtrak runs on the old Great Northern right-of-way. We boarded the modern Empire Builder just before 2 pm. Except for myself, Rupert and Mrs. Waltham (Liz) none of my traveling companions had ever been on a transcontinental train before. We are all to young to have ever been pulled by steam or to even remember passenger trains that were around before Amtrak. I've been on steam trains at museums and restoration societies. One of my favorite adventures was taking pictures of the live steam pulling the tourist trains out of Durango Colorado. That's another story and a totally different set of adventures. Rupert explained about the old ways, promising to take the kids, all of us kids, on a live steam ride later during the week. I don't quite know what it is about trains, especially steam trains but they seem to hold a fascination for almost everyone. I noticed a considerable difference between the old jointed rail road beds and the modern unit rails. The rhythm of the wheels crossing those frequent joints is just not the same on the unit rails. The modern cars are nothing like the old style either. Many of the old cars displayed an opulence just not seen today on the other had today's cars have more room and I believe a smoother ride. The thrill of embarking on a long or even short train journey was visible in all of us. I think I miss that rhythm. When ever I hear it my mind drifts back to the little short story by Mark Twain called, well I'm not sure but the punch line goes "Punch Brothers, Punch, Punch the ticked of the Pass-en-geer." Jonas and I took pictures out the window and of our companions. Every once in a while Jonas would pull out his new sketch pad and do some drawing. He was reluctant to show any of us what he was sketching. Veronica and Margaret were working on their laptops, Brad and Linda were engaged with Shelley, Bob was orienting our new PPI staff when my cell phone rang. Damn, I thought why didn't I turn this foolish thing off. My mind had been wondering and I was lost in the green landscape and black and white cows of south eastern Wisconsin. I had been looking at the glacial land forms as we were passing though the terminal moraine with its kettles, kames and drumlins. I was wishing Plato were here to explain the land forms. This annoying noise was bringing me back into reality, I was reluctant to return. I wanted to be in the mountains again, I wanted to be making my wildlife and land form art, I wanted to be sleeping in my tent, hiking and free. .............. Rupert's granddaughter Alexandria and her friend Judy were the drivers that picked us up at the Wisconsin Dells station. These were lovely young ladies in the 17 to 18 age bracket. We settled quickly into our rooms. Alexandria and Judy work at a large motel complex. Alexandria's husband Alex and Judy's husband Sam also work at the motel, which is managed by Sam's brother Fred and sister Sara. Our kids, that's all of us, were thrilled to see the large pool complex and expansive lawns in fact we hardly managed to get out cases opened before everyone hit the water, including the PPI staff. Sam and Alex came over and introduced themselves. These were two very handsome young men both competitive swimmers from their looks. Their upper bodies displayed powerful shoulders and arms. In no time at all they had Jonas and Shelley chasing them around the large pool and diving in. (Yes, these are the characters from my story Delta Cubed.) A message broke over the PA system requesting our party and the staff to report to the office. We rinsed the pool water off and still in our bathing suits headed for the office. Crossing the parking lot I could hear the voice of an angel, with piano accompaniment, giving a credible go at Felix Menedelsshn's Mighty Oratorio followed by Schubert's Serenade. Entering the office a boy about 11 or 12 came out singing the popular theme song from the movie Titanic, this time without the piano. Alexandria followed him. His voice was like magic and you could see from the look on his face he just loved to sing. "High, my name is Wilson, I'm the little brother," he said extending his hand. "I'm Apollo," taking his hand, "Your voice is absolutely wonderful." "Thanks Apollo, I'll sing more later, at the BBQ. Those kids are deaf, how do I sign my name?" I showed him how to finger spell his name once, and he had it down pat. When the kids came in he introduced himself, signing his name. The kids responded with a barrage of ASL. Wilson just seemed to understand and taking them by the hands lead Jonas and Shelley through the office into the living quarters and out to the patio. I was flabbergasted. "Not only can Wilson sing but he picks up languages like most people pick flowers. Within a few days he will be signing like a pro," Alexandria said. "He learns music just a fast, run through a song once and he knows almost all the notes and words." I was taken aback but this display of pure creative genius and talent. It is to bad the kids could not enjoy his music, I thought. Little did I know that those three would find a way to share their talents. Later that night I came into the family room to find Jonas and Shelley laying on the grand piano with Wilson pounding the keys on the left side. The kids were feeling the vibrations by pressing their cheeks against the polished wood. I quickly took lots of pictures of this as no one would believe me otherwise. Later as Wilson sang some popular ballads, first Shelley and then Jonas, would touch his throat to feel the vibrations of his angel like voice. Those three became fast friends and absolutely inseparable for the next week. Alexandria was right, Wilson learned to sign within hours. One of us would teach him phrases and words by showing him once or twice that is all it took. Soon he was signing the words as he sang the songs, the english ones anyway. The next morning I was sitting on the patio drinking my coffee as Jonas sketched. I think he was sketching me but I was not sure. Judy came in with a fresh pot of coffee and noticing Jonas she came up behind him and observed his efforts. When Jonas became aware of her presents he looked up and smiled holding up his pad for her. She took the pad and bending over took the pencil and made a few marks on it. Jonas smiled and nodded his head in thanks and continued. I was quite blown away he had never shown us his work why would he show it to a stranger? "You must have some kind of magic Judy." "I don't know about that, I'm an art major at the University of Wisconsin, Madison." "How did he know that?" "I told him, Wilson piped in, entering the patio. "I told him Judy would be glad to give him tips and pointers." Well I guess that answered my question. Shelley came running in, more precisely out. "Look Apollo, Sam gave me a Trilobite fossil," she signed. I examined the specimen it was Ordovician from southern Wisconsin, "a Calamine and a Flexacalaminie," two specimens on one piece of yellowish-tan limestone rock, I signed for her. She look very disappointed that I knew the fossils and that I had not given her a chance to surprise me. "Remember my dad is a geology professor little one," I signed and smiled. "I'm sorry I should have given you a chance." "That's OK," she smiled and her face brightened up as she went to show Jonas. "Well you sure made her day Sam, thank you." "Oh, no need to thank me, it is always a pleasure to stimulate interest in the kids. Shelley told me how much she enjoyed the Field and Sue, I think she gets off on the sciences." "I didn't know you knew ASL?" "Oh, I don't, Brad and Linda did the translating." "Speaking of Brad and Linda." "They are all in the office with Fred and Sara exchanging ideas on bookkeeping and management stuff. I hope you are enjoying your stay so far?" "Oh yes, very nice, I do have one or two requests however. My dad wants me to take some pictures of the Trempliau Formation and the Baraboo Quartzite at Rock Springs and some place called Parfrey's Glen, I have a list" "Well you came to the right man for that. Is your dad Dr. Plato Bidis? I have read several of his papers, geology is my major" "Yes he is and I guess geology and biology are my minors, my mom teaches biology." "How did you escape the science bug?" "Don't know, never really escaped it just was more interested in art than science I guess." "I'll set you up for a trip on the river right away, while the light is still good. You can get lots of good Trempleau shots and we will swing by Rock Springs on our way back from the Circus World Museum, Parfery's Glenn, Devils Lake and the International Crane Foundation. No, we better do Rock Springs on the way to North Freedom, Rupert wants you to get a steam train ride their but only after you ride the "The Riverside and Great Northern" here in the Dells. The engineer that built it was a friend of his." "Can Judy give Jonas a gift, if I get some more rocks and fossils for Shelley?" "I don't want you guys to go to any trouble, but sure." "Oh, it's no trouble, Judy wants to set Jonas up with some pastels, charcoals, paints and stuff like that. Rupert told her that professor Parks had given Jonas that sketch book and since he likes it so much she thought expanding his media and a few pointers on how to use the stuff would be good." "That would be very kind but let me contribute some money, this stuff is expensive and she, well you both are students, students are poor as I remember." "No way man, the way he burns up printer paper making prints from his camera must cost you a lot as it is. Judy wants to do it, she is the visual art member of this family so let her. Besides we both have lots of resources. She told me the kid is good, given he is only ten, very good." "Ya, ten going on twelve or more. He does seem to have talent but that Wilson is something else isn't he?" "Oh yes, he sure is. He was like Jonas at 8, well not like Jonas a lot more shy but he liked to sing. He will be making his first recording this summer in Banff, Alexandria's mother is giving violin master classes at the Banff school and Wilson will be taking some special voice classes at that time, in July." "Shit man, we will be in Calgary for the Stampede, that's in July." "I guess we will get together again." "It's a date," I said, as our hands grasped in a firm shake which neither of us were overly willing to let go. "A date for sure, and only two weeks away." "By the way my dad and Dr. Derek Smyth will be with us in Calgary and Banff if you can get away from other stuff I'm sure they would like nothing better then explaining the geology to both of us." "I wouldn't miss it for the world. Hey man I'll gladly carry your cameras. Do you know Dr. Smyth?" "Oh, ya since I was a little kid. He and my dad were in grad school at Northwestern and I just did a photo assignment for him along with two of his sons and one of his daughters." "I'm looking forward to his book on the Cascades it is supposed to have a real good volcanology section." "That was the project, I can't speak for Derek's and dad's writing but my photographs are real good, not to brag to much." "Now I know I got to cary your camera, that is if Brad doesn't mind." "Why would Brad mind?" He looked at me and hesitated. "You and Brad are like Alex and I." "We are? How did you determine that, what ever that is." Sam sat down next to me. "Alex and I have been lovers for years I know two bisexual lovers when I see them. I figure Bob and Jonas are involved too, just like Wilson is with Alex and I." I quickly explained the situation to him as I understood it. That's when he told me he thought Drew Henderson was Jason's boy. I had only just met Drew and did not know him all that well yet, so could not comment. He just patted my knee saying "If I identified you and Brad as lovers, I'll bet Wilson has pegged Jonas as `your boy', and when the `boy's men' are away, the boys will play. We will all have a very interesting time in Canada, a very interesting time, in fact we will all have an interesting time here in the Dells. Now you better get your stuff collected and round up Jonas for your river trip." Later that evening Sam and I were the last two in the pool. I helped him shut the place down. Any questions I might have had about what he meant by an `interesting time' were quickly answered. We entered the stall and began our shower, washing each other's bodies. I did Sam first, making sure that I tenderly cleaned up his ass and back. I loved the feel of his hard swimmer's body, and soon both our dicks were at attention. Sam then set to work washing my body, cleaning my arms and chest quickly, but lingering on my stomach. He washed my crotch carefully, soaping up my long dick and stroking it, cleaning all around the head, and bathing my low hanging sac, which swung even lower because of the heat of the shower. Sam pulled and played with my loose sac, weighing my balls., juggling them back and forth in his palms. " just gonna play or are you doing something with them?" I asked. Sam grinned at me, and then sank to his knees. Sam leaned forward, burying his face in my crotch and covering it with the loose, wrinkled skin of my scrotum. He licked and kissed at my sac, sucking on my balls. When he pulled back, the sac dragged across his face before flopping off to swing between my thighs. Sam kissed and lapped at my balls again, batting at them with his tongue, licking the shower water. He stuck out his tongue and pressed it against the bottom of my cock shaft, and then, flattening it out against the shaft, he licked all the way to the top and swirled it around my swollen head. With one hand, he reached under my testicles and between my thighs and began prodding at my prostate; my sac sagged against his wrist. His ministrations on my prostate were rewarded as precome oozed out. He quickly wrapped his lips around my cock head to savor it before the shower washed it away. I groaned as his lips enveloped my cock head again. Placing one hand on his wet head, I slowly fed him cock. His lips stretched easily around my shaft as he willingly accepted me. About halfway in, I hit the back of his throat. Sam swallowed, opening his throat for me. Inch by inch I buried my penis deep in his throat. He choked a little, but the sound and feeling only turned me on even more. I stayed there, my penis buried balls deep in his teen throat. He swallowed, using his throat muscles to massage my cock; I groaned, holding on to his head. I slid my cock out of his mouth until just the head rested between his pink lips, and then I pushed it back in. I started to fuck his face. I held on tightly to his head and fucked my cock into his mouth, thrusting deep into his throat and then pulling back, earnestly attempting to make this pleasurable for both the fucked and the fucker. The wet slap of my balls against his chin turned me on even more, fucking his face more intensely. I slid my cock deep into his throat, and then pulled out, deep in and then out. I pulled all the way out, my dick head sliding between his lips with a wet "plop". I told him to turn around, so that his face wasn't in the spray of the shower while he knelt in front of me. Instead, the shower hit me in the chest and ran down my body. I pushed my dick against his face again, letting the soft, swollen head rest on his lips. He opened his mouth to accept me, and I pushed all the way into his throat and held my cock there. I again felt Sam breathing through his nose into my pubes. His throat contracted around my invading cock and released it. Sam reached between my thighs and began teasing my prostate again. Precome oozed from my swollen dick head down his throat. I slid my dick out of Sam's throat; he reached up and grabbed the shaft. About half of my penis was stuck in his mouth, and he sucked hungrily on it, swirling his tongue around the shaft, coating it with his spit. He pulled back, keeping just the head between his lips. With both hands on my shaft now, he began stroking me, milking the precome from my dick onto his tongue. He flicked his tongue against the sensitive underside of my engorged cock head, and then swirled it all around the swollen glans, lapping up my precome. "Oh fuck," I grunted. I looked down, watching Sam's talented tongue working at my cock head, eating up the steady stream of precome that now dribbled from my penis. I was very close now, my testicles were tightening up, pulling close to my body. Sam noticed and sucked harder, one hand stroking the shaft, the other playing with my prostate. He suctioned his mouth to my balls. "You're a mess," I said, and he smiled up at me, globes of ejaculate on his face and in his hair. "I think you made a mess on my leg, too." "Thanks, and yeah I did," he replied. "Good thing we're in the shower." I laughed. Sam laughed and stood up. "all right," "all right," he said. We finished showering and got dressed, putting our Speedos on, that is. Heading across the parking lot toward our quarters I wondered if I still had enough starch to keep the lovely Veronica satisfied. Sam's ass was so firm and tight underneath those massive shoulders my cock started to come back to life. "Yep," I thought, "just spend a bit of time with your face in her crotch and you will be delivering another multi-orgasmic experiences to your best lady."