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 <H1 ALIGN=CENTER>Serendipity</H1>

   <H2 ALIGN=CENTER><i>or; How a GOOD THING Can Just Fall In Front of
You</i></H2>

   <H3 ALIGN=CENTER>Copyright 2010-2015 The Scribbler</H3>

   Word count = 3557

   <em>Chapter the fourth</em>

   "Buckle up, boy," I said, "This looks to be a wild ride."

   I wasn't talking about the ride home, exactly...

   I waited, while Tyrell figured out the seat belt, then pulled away from
the curb.

   Glancing over at the boy, who actually looked happy to be where he was,
I asked, "You really okay with alla this?"

   Looking at me, Tyrell nodded his head, and said, "Yasuh."

   "Want to tell me why?" I asked

   "Well, Suh, the way I sees it, my sister and I had a choice.  We could
be livin' out'n the street, which means we'd be dead or as good as dead,
within a month, or we could go with you, and have a place to be.  You said
we could stay together, not like the CS people that would have put us in
different foster homes.

   "I mean," He continued, I know you gonna be fuckin' my sister, and maybe
even me.  But I can live with that, as long as we got a place to stay, and
enough to eat.

   "Latisha and I have talked about this, for a while, now.  We knew we
weren't gonna be able to stay in that house, much longer, because they's
gonna tear it down.

   "We didn't know what else to do, 'cause alla the other empty houses
around here are already crack houses, or run by pimps.  And they's terrible
mean to they's bitches.  None of the good folks in the hood could ever
afford to put us up, even for a little while.

   "We decided that if a decent seeming white guy came along, we was gonna
try to get him to take us in.  It was all we could think of.

   "We talked to Mrs Johnston about it, and she said that might be for the
best, but she wanted to meet and talk to the man before we went with him.

   "And here we are."

   This boy liked to talk, and I realized that I would learn a lot of the
things I need to know if I could keep him talking.

   "So," I asked, "You and your sister haven't been doing very well?  I
mean, I still can't wrap my mind around living in a condemned house."

   Looking down at his feet, he said, "It's been pretty fucked up, since my
dad died.  just livin' day to day.  We never had enough to eat, even when
the older folks in the hood would share.

   "We was gettin' our clothes from a church a few blocks from there, but
we didn't have any way to wash them.  It didn't matter so much to me, but I
could see my sister really hated it.

   "But, even before my Daddy died, things weren't very good.  We did have
our house, and we ate regular, but we's still poor.

   "And my Daddy, well, he drank," Tyrell sighed, then said, "A lot.  And
when he got drunk, he got mean.  That's how he died.  Nobody wants me to
know, and they won't tell me, but he was drunk, and lookin fer a fight.  He
found one, but it was his last.

   "I don't remember my Mamma.  I was too young, when she got killed. 
Latisha, though, she'd tell me stories about Mamma.  I wish I'd have knowed
her.  Daddy, he said Latisha looks just like Mamma, since she got her tits.

   "Daddy only tried to bed Latisha one time, though.  She told him that
she'd let him do her, but that if he ever went to sleep, he'd wake up with
his balls and dick in his mouth.  She meant it, too, and Daddy knew it.

   "You ain't gonna have to worry about her, though.  Latisha already said,
if'n we can get a place to stay, and enough food to eat, it would be more
than enough to be a whore.  Just as long as they ain't no drugs involved.

   "I eased to a stop, at a red light.  "Look at me, Tyrell," I said,
meeting his eyes when he turned to face me.  "There will not be any drugs
in my house.  If you or your sister ever bring any into my house, I will
beat you until you wished that CPS had picked you up long ago.  That is one
thing I can not stand, is drug abuse.

   "Too many of the whores I've had are druggies.  I've seen what it does,
and I hate it.

   A horn sounded, behind us, and I realized the light had changed.  I
pulled away, continued, "I mean it.  I WILL NOT STAND FOR EITHER OF YOU
EVEN TRYING DRUGS.  Do you understand me, boy?"

   "Yessir!" Tyrell said, with a new respect showing in his eyes.

   I heaved a deep breath, getting my feelings back under control, and then
said, "Okay, then.  We're almost home.  When we get there, you need to get
all the stuff in the back of the truck, into the house.  We'll get it
sorted later."

   We pulled into the drive just a few minutes later, and I tripped the
button to open the garage.  I thought Tyrell's eyes were going to fall out
of his head, they were opened so wide, as he perused the house he was going
to be living in.

   "You's a rich man, ain'cha?, he asked.

   "Well, I don't think I'm rich, but I'm not hurting.  I always seem to
have enough for chrome," I replied.

   His face instantly showed puzzlement, so I explained, "I'm rich enough
to not have to worry about money."

   "Oh," he replied.  But I could see, he still didn't get it.

   I parked and tripped the door closed, as I shut off the truck, then got
out and made my way into the house.  Tyrell was right behind me, but he'd
forgotten to bring anything in with him.  A wasted trip.

   I smiled.

   Still in the mud room, I turned to the boy, and said, "Strip."

   At his confused look, I said, "You are in your Master's house.  You are
not allowed clothes.  So drop them, right here, right now."

   He started taking his clothes off, his expression showing a mixture of
shame, fear, and just a touch of anger.

   I know what you're thinking, but you'd be wrong.  This wasn't a
punishment.  This was just clearing the way for punishment.

   After Tyrell was naked and standing, again, I almost laughed at his
cupping his hands over his crotch, hiding his dick."Come on," I said,
instead, and led the way into the kitchen.

   Latisha was waiting, there, on her knees next to the table, facing the
door.  Nude, with her back arched to display her tits, and her hands, palms
up, resting on her thighs.

   Oh, I don't believe I'll ever get tired of returning home to THIS
picture of loveliness.

   I could swear I heard Tyrell's jaw hitting the floor, as he saw his
sister waiting for us.  I'm just guessing, here, but I don't think the boy
had ever seen a live, nude woman, before.

   I didn't look, but I bet he had a hard on, even though he was too young
to be making sperm.  Growing up in the hood, he might even know what a
woody was for.

   Moving towards one of the chairs, I said, "You look lovely, Latisha. 
Did you enjoy your bath?"

   "Yes, Master.  But I couldn't find any lotion or baby oil for my skin."

   "No doubt," I said, as I sat down, "there are quite a few things we'll
need to get.  Make a list, for me, and maybe tomorrow we can do a bit of
shopping."

   "Yes, Sir," She said, nodding to me.

   "Now, I need you to stay just as you are, Latisha," I said.  Your
brother and I have a bit to discuss."

   This time, instead of saying anything, she just bowed her head to the
floor.  That raised her beautiful ass into the air, and I paused to admire
it.

   Finally, I remembered Tyrell.

   "Boy," I said harshly, "Just how old are you?"

   Jumping at my tone, he said, "Nine an a half, suh."

   "And are you stupid, or something?" I asked.

   "No, Suh," he stammered.

   "Then explain to me, please, why you didn't do as I told you, when we
got home?"

   Tyrell looked confused, for a moment, then he remembered he was supposed
to bring in all the stuff from the truck.

   "I guess I forgot, Suh," he said, hanging his head in shame.

   I just looked at him, waiting to see what he'd say next.  After a few
moments, that must have been agony for him, Tyrell said, "I guess you
should punish me, Suh."

   "Yes," I agreed.  "I should punish you, and I will.  Come here, boy," I
said, pointing to the floor, next to me.

   Tyrell shuffled over to my right side, still covering his dick with his
hands.  When I grabbed his wild hair with my left hand, and used my grip to
pull him forcefully across my lap, his hands flew up in an attempt to
maintain his balance.  I was right, the boy had a woody.  And a fairly
respectable one, at that.

   Once I had Tyrell in the classic position, I rested my right hand on his
ass, while holding him down with my left, still tangled in his hair.  I
will say, his ass felt pretty damn good.  I raised my hand, and said,
"Because you forgot, and weren't being disobedient, you'll only get ten
strokes with my hand." And let the first one fall.

   No, that's not true.  I walloped his ass just about as hard as I could.
I had three strokes in, before Tyrell could get enough breath to scream. 
But then, he started hollering like I was killing him.

   I think he may have had an orgasm about number seven, but if he did,
there was no discharge.  After I finished the ten strokes, I released
Tyrell's hair, and stood up, dumping him to the floor.  "Now, go do as you
were told," I said.  "You can put the boxes in here, for now.  Your sister
will show you where your rooms are for the stuff you brought."

   Still blubbering, and rubbing his ass, he said, "Yessuh, I's sorry I
forgot." Then he headed back out to the garage.

   Turning to face Latisha, I could see the humor in her expression, even
though she schooled it out as soon as she saw me looking her way.

   "Well,"I asked, "do you have anything to say?"

   "Prob'ly should'a used a belt, like daddy used to," she said, with a
little grin.

   I smiled, too, and said, "Belts, no.  But I have a quirt, a crop, and an
Arabian Dog whip.  I'm sure both of you will be intimately acquainted with
them in the near future."

   Latisha wasn't grinning, anymore, but she didn't look worried, either.
"If we need correction, it is only fitting that Master corrects us."

   Tyrell reappeared in that moment, with the first of the boxes.  "Just
set them down over there, out of the way," I told him, pointing.

   As he left to get the next load, I said to Latisha, "You seem to know a
bit about how a Master-slave relationship is supposed to work."

   I have read a lot of sex stories, on-line, at the library, Master.  The
ones I liked the most, the ones I searched out, were the ones that told of
slavery.  I don't think you will be a harsh or cruel Master, but I don't
think you'll be all that gentle, either."

   After a moment, she said, "I think that's the kind of Master I need."

   I knew we would be exploring more in the future, but it was getting
towards time for supper.  "Go set the oven at four twenty five," I told
her, as I got up and headed for the deep freezer.

   Opening the top, I asked, "What kind of pizza do you two like?"

   When I didn't get a response, I looked around to see Latisha looking at
the wall ovens with a confused look on her face.  I let the lid of the
chest freezer drop back closed, and walked over to her.  "What's the
matter, Sugar?" I asked.

   "Master, I don't know how to use these," She said, chewing on her lower
lip.

   "Well, then, no time like now, to learn," I replied.  Pulling her over
to the controls, I said, the upper oven is mainly for keeping things warm.
I use the bottom for almost all my baking," I said, while pointing out the
separate controls.

   "So this one gets set to four twenty five?" she asked.

   "Got it in one," I smiled.  Now, I asked what kind of pizza you two
like."

   "Master, we've only ever had cheese pizza from the grocery.  What ever
was cheapest," Latisha said, hanger her head.

   "Then you're both in for a real treat.  Look in that bottom drawer, over
there," I said, pointing, "No, the next one over.  See those brick looking
plates?  Yes, those," In response to her lifting one of the pizza stones.
"Carefully bring them over, one at a time please.  We don't want to drop
them."

   I opened the oven door, and moved the top rack into the highest track,
and the bottom rack, two tracks below it.  "The stones go on the top rack,
side by side, longways."

   I watched Latisha carefully place the two stones, and then closed the
door.  "Now we let them pre-heat for an hour, while the pizza thaws out," I
stated.

   I walked back over to the freezer and opened it again.  From a box
within it, I removed a single twelve inch pre-made, par cooked pizza, that
I set on the counter to at least partially thaw.

   I heard Tyrell, bringing in another load, and I glanced over at him.  He
had all the computer boxes in, and was now bringing in his and Latisha's
belongings.  "Okay, hold up, a minute,"I said.  "Are the clothes in there
clean, Latisha?  Or would you rather run them through the washer?" I asked
the girl, while her brother waited to see what was going on.

   "Master, They're clean, but if I had a choice, I'd just throw them out."

   "Okay.  But you need to go through those...  Running bags, you called
them?"

   Looking at her brother, Latisha said, "You know what we need to keep. 
Just toss the rest out.  Master will take care of us."

   "Okay, Sis," was all he said.

   "Trash cans are just inside the garage door," I offered.

   "Thank You Suh," he replied, and went back out.

   I reached into a cupboard, and brought out a box of corn meal, and set
it next to the pizza, on the counter.

   Then I retrieved my peel from its hangar next to the fridge, and set it
on the counter, also.

   "There," I said, "All ready to go.  Let's start getting this stuff all
upstairs.  I grabbed one of the monitor boxes, and headed for the stairs,
Latisha right behind, with one of the PC boxes.  The monitors were the
same, so I just put the one I had next to her door.

   Then I took the PC box from Latisha, and turning it over, saw that it
was the server.  I set it next to my office door.

   "Get Tyrell to help you bring the rest of the boxes up," I said.  "One
of the PC boxes goes in each of your rooms, and the other monitor box goes
in his room.  That's your monitor, there."

   "There should be an extra box with keyboards, and mice in it."

   Latisha looked like she was going to pee her pants, except she wasn't
wearing any.  "Master, We're to have our own computers?" The way she asked,
was as if she thought it was all a trick.

   "Of course," I said, gently.  "Hell, in this day and age, even slaves
need access to the interwebz!"

   And then the rains came.  Latisha's ass hit the floor with a solid
thump, her legs giving out as she started sobbing.  I was, of course,
totally confused, so I just went down on my knees, and wrapped her up in a
hug.  I made all those stupid shushing noises that don't really mean
anything, but somehow, always seemed to help a person feel better.

   After a bit, her tears slackened off, enough for me to ask what the hell
was wrong.  Her answer blew me away.

   "Master," she sniffled, "No one has ever done so much for us.  I never
had even an old computer of my own.  We had to use the ones at the library,
or at school, and they were junk.

   "First, you take us in, and give us each a nice room.  A lot of people
would have made us settle with a blanket on the basement floor.  And now
you bought us computers of our own.  Tyrell and me won't even have to share
a computer, so we can both be using them at the same time.

   "Master, I don't know that we're worth all you've already done for us."

   Tyrell came struggling up the stairs, just then, with two of the PC
boxes.  I pulled the top one off, and set it beside Latisha's monitor, and
said, "That one goes in that room over there," as I pointed down the hall.

   Tyrell was looking at his sister, wondering why she'd been crying, but
he was focused on his task, enough that he didn't say anything.  He just
moved down the hall, and put the box in his room, then headed back down the
stairs for another load.

   "Latisha," I said, I told you to do something, and if you don't want a
spanking, like your brother got, you'd best be about it."

   With a startled, "Oh!" she scrambled for the stairs.

   Smiling to myself, I opened my office door, and slid the server box in,
and closed the door.  Opening the carton, I pulled out a basic looking
slimline tower, and set it next to my desktop tower.  I noticed that this
one had two hot swappable hard drives.  Hmm...  I located the power cord
and plugged it in, then I rooted around in my parts drawer until I found
the KMV switch I had rescued from the trash behind an insurance company. 
Hey, I might have a lot of money, but I'm not above free stuff.  I ran all
the cables, then pushed the power button on the server.

   Username and password, and shazam!  it was up and running.  Just that
easy.  I started up my desktop, then switched back to the server, and
started setting up permissions.

   Fifteen minutes later, I'd verified that Dave had done it again.  The
server was worth at least five grand by itself.  Hell, in addition to the
500 gig system hard drive, it had three 2 Tera byte hard drives, for
goodness sake!  and two of them were in hot swap bays.

   Oh, I know why.  My file server drive was the internal, and the kids
would each be using one of the hot swap drives.  And I would be able to see
every single thing they did on their PC's.

   With a happy sigh, I got up and went to find out what my slaves were
getting into.  They weren't in either of their bedrooms, though the
computer boxes were stacked neatly inside each door.  So I headed
downstairs, where I found them both looking out the dining room window at
the back yard.

   "You can go out back, if you want to," I said, making them both jump.

   Latisha spoke up, "Master, some one might see us, and ..." She ran out
of steam.

   You must not have noticed," I replied, "but the house isn't visible from
the road, and I carefully left plenty of trees along each side of the
property that no one can see into the back yard, without crossing the
fence."

   I felt no need to tell them that anyone crossing the fence line would
set off an alarm.  I have always valued my privacy.

   "Can either of you swim?" I asked.

   "No, Master," This time, Tyrell answered.  And he called me Master.  And
without his usual drawling speech.

   "Well, we'll have to work on that.  I enjoy swimming, and you both will,
too." I said.  "And keeping the pool clean will be a part of your job
around here, anyway, Tyrell."
   "But Master, I..." I stopped him with a raised hand.