David

Samurai, Inc.

Chapters 24-26

We got our English friends home safely. I smiled as I watched Hugh Mitchell follow Daniel Redrock, Tom Fulton, and Rupert Grunt to the waiting limousine and drive off to the new Harry Potter set in upper London. We were formally invited to come watch some of the taping. The director and the film company took our advice and hired retired SAS and Royal Marines for on set security. As luck would have it Dad knew a few of them and went pub crawling with Danny and Mike and his friends.

The rest of us split up and went walkabout round London town except Sammo. Poor guy had the flu so he elected to stay on the jet and watch over it, which was fine with Dad. He urged me to go walkabout and I did once I made sure Sammo was comfortable in one of the on board bedrooms.

I had no idea that today would be different. I set off once I made sure I had my cell, my throwing knives (couldn't carry my ninja-to), and one of the H&K nines. I started by taking a train to central London and started walking around. The tourist areas aren't so bad, just be careful of what you buy. I saw a few of the local sights and then headed for the docks area. I heard that the tall ship used in the movie Master and Commander was docked nearby. She looked magnificent. I smiled as I envisioned myself climbing the rigging back in those days and fighting alongside the crew with a cutlass and a flintlock pistol. I shook my head at the thought and turned away.

I strolled up to the nearby shops and looked in. There were all kinds of stuff being sold to promote the movie. I looked up at the crowd when I heard voices. They seemed to be pushing and shoving for some reason and I heard a voice telling people to back up. I decided to investigate and see if I could help. I saw a teenager being pressed almost against the wall as a man trying to get people to back up. I managed to work my way around the edge of the crowd and just as I got to his side I saw a man lunge forward with a knife heading for the kid. He saw the knife at the same time I did and let out a yell.

The man hesitated for a moment, giving me the chance to attack. As I grabbed the man's wrist a lady noticed the knife in the man's hand and screamed. That was all I needed. The crowd panicked and raced for the door. I twisted the man's hand behind his back making him drop the knife. I kneed him in the kidney and then tossed him out the nearest window ass first. I'm sure that hurt. The kid turned to the broken window and managed to get out. I followed him out and grabbed his shoulder.

"Let me help you," I said as I delivered a right foot to the man's face. "My name is Shiro Logan."

The teen nodded. "Max Kispir."

Both of us raced for the alley and into it. I heard voices behind us and discretely dropped a smoke bomb behind us. It worked just fine and we emerged out the other side. I made Max pull on a hat backwards and put on a pair of sunglasses along with a clip on earring for his left ear. We mingled with the market crowd we found ourselves into suddenly.

"Where do you need to go?" I asked.

"Back to the ship," Max replied. "I have my things on board still."

"The one used for the movie?" I asked.

He nodded. I took him on a roundabout route back to the ship making sure nobody was following us. We boarded the ship without being spotted.

"So now what?" Max asked.

I looked at him. "We wait for people you know to show up."

He sighed. "That could be a while. They all split up after the movie was done and the ship was parked here."

Not good. I sat down and thought for a moment. I had a few options available. I could take him back to the Samurai jet, or to the HP set, or call Q and ask for help. Very limited choices. I sighed in frustration.

"Were you headed home?" I asked.

Max nodded. "Yes. The plane was to sail her into London docks and moor her there. The plan got changed when we ran into trouble with some people. Everyone took off and the ship has been here for nearly two weeks. I was asked to do an appearance at the shop that was promoting merchandise from the movie. Lucky for me you came along when you did. That bloke could have gotten me."

"Did you recognize him?" I asked.

Max sighed. "No. I am wondering if he was one of the people who were trying to cause us problems."

"When you say problems, what did you mean?" I asked.

"I'm not sure. Some of the guys came back to the ship one night all messed up. I knew they were going to a pub for a few drinks. I guess they encountered a problem there," Max said.

"Well, we can't stay here then. Do you have anything valuable you need to take with us?" I asked.

"Just my sea bag of clothes," Max replied.

I nodded. "Then grab it and let's get off her. I got the feeling this will be the first place that bloke will come calling at to find you."

Max went down the steps into the ship and I walked to the railing to watch the docks. I watched people walk past until I heard Max come up behind me. I turned to see a dark green bag slung over one shoulder.

"Got the stuff I know I'll need. I can replace other stuff later. Thought I should travel light for now," Max said.

I nodded. "Good thinking. Now let's get off."

We did just that and I looked at a pocket map of the area we were in. As luck would have it, there was a railway station nearby. I steered us to it and we got on board it once we got our tickets. We would get off at a stop close by his house. I checked my three, six, and nine to make sure we weren't being watched. We settled down in our seats and relaxed. Max wasn't a big talker I guess. He kept quiet during the trip and I wondered if he was thinking about what just happened. I didn't blame him.

I had gone kind of mental after the incident in Peckertown with Evans during the John and Carlos affair. I spent some time with Grandpa discussing the situation with him and he told me there would be times that I would have to take a life and that when I did, I had better be justified in doing so. As usual Grandpa was right and I was thankful he gave me sound advice about that. I looked up as our stop was called. Max looked relieved and he picked up his bag and got up. I followed him off the train and to the street outside.

"Which way?" I asked.

Max grinned. "We head up this way for a block or two and catch a double decker bus. Want to ride in the open deck and see everything?"

I grinned. "Sure. Sounds like fun."

It was. Max pointed out a few things as we rode on the top deck. The day was a bit warm and it was very pleasant out. I enjoyed the ride and seeing the sights. We got off the bus at one point and Max pointed down a street.

"Ten minutes walk," he announced.

That sounded good to me. Checking the street once more, I fell in behind Max.

***

I set my cell down on the table and turned to Max and his parents. "A friend of mine is sending some people over with a laptop so they can get an accurate picture of the man who came after you and any other men you might remember."

Max nodded. "I'll never forget that face."

"Thank you for being there," Max's father said.

I turned to look at the man. "He needed help. I was right there and in a position to help."

"Tea anyone?" Max's mother appeared with a couple of cups on a tray.

I bowed as I took the proffered cup. "I would be honored to accept a cup of tea from you. Thank you."

I sipped it and immediately felt the heat go down to my toes and I smiled.

"You like it?" Max asked.

I smiled. "You know you've got a good hot cup of tea when you cane feel its heat down in your toes."

They all laughed at that as I took another sip. I took the opportunity to explain why I was in England and what Samurai Inc. was and what we did. It was an hour later that the doorbell went off. I slipped the H&K nine from the holster in the small of my back and peeked out the curtains. There stood a tall man with a round United soccer button pinned to his jacket. I opened the door and looked at him.

"Japan rocks," I said.

"Not as good as United," the man replied. "Name's Davies, Q sent me."

I stepped aside as I opened the door. Davies walked in and set up the laptop and got busy with Max. I sat in the living room with his parents and talked to Sammo and briefed him on the situation. I promised to keep in touch.

"Okay, we're done," Davies announced. "I'll have our mutual friend call you later. Take care, kid."

He left as quickly as he arrived. I turned to Max and his parents.

"So now what?" Max asked.

"Let the police handle it," I said. "Hope they catch these guys very quickly."

Max nodded. "Got any advice?"

"Just be very aware of your surroundings and people around you. Always have an escape plan. Never let them see you leave," I said.

"That sounds like good advice to me," his father said.

I stood up. "Thank you very much for the tea. I greatly appreciate it."

They stood and shook hands with me and saw me to the door. I stepped out and looked up and down the street and then left. I stood in a doorway a block down the street and watched people walk by the brownstone buildings for a half hour. Convinced he would be all right I left and went back to the Samurai jet.

I rolled out of bed the next morning and went down into the ops center in the belly of the jet. Sammo was still sick, so I left a pot of healing tea in the bedroom he was sleeping in. I sat down in the chair in front of the computer and turned on the computer and let it boot up. I connected to the net and our service and found a number of messages waiting. One was from Q.

"Our fellows are local trouble makers, known to the police in that location. The sketches have been sent to the police there and they will be found. Take care. Q," I read.

The next email was an invite to a party at Buckingham Palace. I printed out the invite and made calls to the team. Dad and Danny were unavailable, assisting the SAS. Neil was still in the States, relaxing in Peckertown. Sacha was hanging out at the HP set, and rumor was the set was going to relocate down south England in another day or two. Sammo was still sick, so that left me available. I accepted the invitation immediately and then turned to other matters. I put in a good day's work on the computer systems, getting everything fine tuned.

It was about four in the afternoon that I emerged from the jet in my tuxedo and walked to the Land Rover I had rented on the company credit card. I had managed to learn how to drive in between missions now that I was nearly sixteen. So much has happened in the two years since Dad found me in Denver. I thank the Gods he found me and helped me. Never once has Dad ever let me down. Never. I was glad that Grandpa and Dad got along so well.

I arrived at the Palace after I managed to get through all the traffic. I sighed as I rolled into the gates and into secure grounds. There were lots of security people everywhere and they were extremely alert. I handed the car over to parking valet and approached the door. I handed over my invitation and my security cards. They examined everything very carefully and then allowed me inside. I nodded my approval of their security setup. The man smiled.

"Thank you, Mr. Logan. We take the Queen's safety and security very seriously," he said. "Enjoy the party."

I walked to the reception line and noticed Prince Charles, Prince William, and Prince Harry were greeting people. I came up to them and bowed.

"Your Highness," I greeted them.

Prince Charles smiled and shook my hand. "You must be Shiro Logan. Mutual friends of ours have told us about you. Glad to meet you."

Yes, it is nice to have friends in high places.

"Thank you. Yes I am, and our mutual friends are good friends indeed," I said.

Prince Charles laughed at that. "My sons William and Harry," he said, introducing me to the two princes next to him.

I shook their hands and thanked them for the invitation. After they promised to catch up with me later, I headed in. First person I saw was Q. He looked relaxed as I walked up to him. He saw me coming and smiled.

"I was hoping you would be here tonight," Q said. "Good to see you."

"Thanks, Major. Good to see you again," I said.

I looked around the room and saw Max at a table with some people. I walked over as he saw me coming.

"Hi Max," I said, "Didn't know you were going to be here."

He shook my hand. "Good to see you. Apparently the Princes saw Master and Commander and sent invitations to all of the actors. It looks like I'm the only one to show up. That Davies man escorted me here."

"Good. Glad to hear that," I said, "Friends of yours?"

Max turned and looked. "Just some nice people I was fortunate to meet."

Max introduced me to the people at the table and I shook their hands. I joined their table and relaxed.

The party was like any other party one might go to there. I mingled a bit, handed out a few of our cards and talked to a number of people. I got to spend a few minutes with Princes William and Harry. They were very interested in Samurai Inc. and I told them quite a bit about the company and related a few of my adventures. I invited them out to the mountain the next time they were in the States. It was a pleasant evening and I had a good time.

It was decided I would drive Max home, as I got ready to leave as the hour was getting late. Max and I paid our respects to the Queen, Prince Charles, Prince Harry, and Prince William before leaving. The car was brought around to the front and Max and I got in. What I didn't know was that someone was watching us as we drove out the gates. The watcher signaled a chaser and he began following us at a distance. The first indication I got of an impending attack was that ice cold feeling I get when danger is about to strike. I slipped into Getsumi no Michi within a breath and suddenly felt six hostiles closing in. I looked around and spotted them, gunning the engine. They must have anticipated my move because they rammed me with a truck sending me out of control and into a light post. I was out of the car and around to Max's side before any of them could react. Once I knew Max was okay, I covered our retreat down the street with a few well placed shots from my H&K. The hostiles scattered and two of them responded with gunfire. We were attracting too much attention now.

I pulled Max into the dark shadows and we moved quickly down the street. The hostiles gave chase, following us into a department store that was just closing. We slipped past the employees that were leaving. The six hostiles pushed past them and one of them brandished his gun at them, making them panic and run. The first department I went into was men's sportswear. We weaved through the racks to another door to find it locked. I whipped out my cell as Max and I moved through the suits and quickly dialed a number. Q didn't answer so I tried another number. No answer there either and then I remembered that Bond was out of the country. I could feel the hostiles getting closer every second. This was not good.

***

Ever have one of those nights where you have gone out to a nice party, wined and dined with people, and then left the party feeling good and then all of a sudden some idiot tries to ruin your good by smashing your car into a light pole and then shooting at you? Well that's exactly the situation I found myself in. I didn't know if they were after Max Kispir or me. I heard a gunshot from behind me and a stuffed animal flew off the shelf next to me completely shredded. I growled a curse in Japanese as I quickly changed direction. Okay, time to get up on the scoreboard. Max and I raced into the sports department and I grabbed a hockey stick. Max ducked behind the counter as I rolled into cover. One of the hostiles came racing right up to the counter. I popped out of cover and showed him a new way to use a hockey stick to commit personal fouls. I introduced the stick to his shins, stomach, rang his lower doorbell (I know he felt that, his facial expression indicated great pain in that area), and then smacked his ass hard. He went down quick and then I turned and gave hostile number two the same demonstration. He didn't make a sound either. Wimps.

I vaulted the counter to find Max was gone. I looked up to see a door behind the counter moving so I raced through it to find Max wrestling with a fire door. He got out of the way when he saw me start a flying kick at the door. It popped open and slammed against the far wall as the alarm went off. Max didn't hesitate to follow me out the door and down the long hallway into the mall proper.

"Always wanted to window shop here," Max sighed as we raced past the stores.

I had to chuckle at the joke. I like people who try to find the funny side of things. But there were more immediate problems at the moment. We still had four hostiles on our tail. We stopped for a moment to catch our breaths. Max was panting and I hadn't even broken a sweat yet. That's why Dad and Grandpa are firm believers in daily training. I looked at the mall directory and blinked. To say the place was huge would be an understatement. There were two levels to the mall, and from the looks of the directory it was well spread out. Footsteps coming up behind us alerted me to our current predicament. I drew my H&K nine and got ready for battle once more.

"This will be fun," I muttered.

"Fun?" Max asked in disbelief, "You call this fun?"

A pair of gunshots ended the conversation. A window to my right shattered while another stuffed animal met its demise.

"Cool. He shot Barney," Max cheered as we scrambled past the remains of the extremely annoying purple dinosaur.

I nearly laughed at that. We ran past the toy store as the window shattered and a couple of Barbie dolls died brutal deaths. What was funny was the Ken dolls survived.

"I want to be Ken. The bastard has everything," I said as I picked up one that got knocked off the shelf and tossed it back into the store.

Max looked at me funny and we kept on going. We raced around a bend and then Max tripped and fell in front of a cart that sold watches. I heard a submachine gun open up and I covered Max with my body. When the shooting stopped, I jumped up and fired a few shots at the chasers, making them dive for cover. One went into a bunch of plants, two others dived into a Victoria's Secret store, and the fourth went face first into a pile of popcorn on the floor. I turned to see Max looking at what was left of the cart.

"Killing time should be a crime," he said deadpan as he turned and sprinted down the mall with me on his heels.

I discretely dropped a flash bang and counted off the seconds.

"Go into cover, cover your ears and close your eyes," I instructed Max.

He did it with seconds to spare. The explosion had the desired effect. The six baddies got thrown in different directions and all of the glass fronts had disappeared in the immediate area.

Max blinked in surprise. "I hope they know I don't do windows."

I had to groan at that. He was doing so well with the quips up to that point.

"Old one Max," I said as I led him away from the disaster area. "That one's on Medicare now."

Max shrugged his shoulders and we continued to run down the mall. Up ahead I could see a crowd of people milling around. I remembered seeing a movie theater on this level on the directory board.

"Fancy a show?" I asked, swiping a huge bag of shelled peanuts from another shattered cart.

Max blinked. "Now? We got those yahoos chasing us."

I smiled. "Trust me."

Max shivered. "Famous last words mate."

I waited until the timing was just right and then slipped both of us into the crowd. Hopefully we would be safe now. The six chasers came running into view waving their guns. Oh, big mistake! I pushed Max into a doorway and covered him while the crowd went stampeding out the door, screaming their lungs out.

"I wonder if someone told them about the fire sale at the other end of the mall," Max said into my ear.

I guided him into a darkened theatre and started to scatter the shelled peanuts. I put him under the tiny stage and closed the door.

"Stay put," I said. "The word is command."

Max nodded and I closed the door. Now I was about to play Jack in the box with these clowns. I crawled beneath a few seats and popped out of hiding and scared one of the chasers shitless. That wasn't a figure of speech either, friends. He really did unload in his jeans before he dropped. The five other chasers turned and opened fire on the spot where I was. I moved to another spot and listened carefully. One did step on some of the peanuts and I popped up and shot him twice. He went down like the sack of shit he was. The four remaining charged my position and shredded the group of seats that I had been at. I hate to see the repair bill on this one.

I changed positions and waited. The next one came in close and I grabbed him from behind and dragged him over the seats as I cut off his air until he passed out. I dropped him in time as the two men fired at us. I moved until I had them on either side of me and then popped up.

"Yeah baby yeah!" I yelled and then dropped.

Idiots actually shot each other as they reacted. I ran down to the stage and recovered Max and got us out of there. Once out on the street, I noticed the police cars racing in the mall parking.

"Never around when you really need them," Max snorted.

I whipped out my cell and tried calling Q once more. He answered on the third ring. I described the situation and asked for transport. Q directed me to a nearby bridge and told me to knock on the door there just below the bridge in fifteen minutes.

"Will do," I said. "The word is shopping spree."

"I can't wait to hear this one," Q's voice said in my ear.

I grinned. "Guaranteed to change the way you shop."

"Lord have mercy," he sighed and hung up.

The night's festivities were over.

***

We sat in the drawing room back at Buckingham Palace, telling our stories to M, Q, the Queen, and a detective from Scotland Yard. The one drawback was that I had to turn over the H&K for ballistics. M sighed.

"I'd hate to see the damages on this one," Her Majesty said. "The important thing is you protected your client, Shiro. Good job."

"Be a while before I can go back there," Max said. "My favorite store was in there. Really nice place to find a good suit."

It suddenly occurred to me what store he was talking about. It was the same store that the team had gotten our suits for our first appearance at the Palace. The detective set down his cell and turned to us.

"Got them all. The three that were shot are in surgery and are expected to live. The others are babbling about some kind of cult that was directed to find Max and… sacrifice him," he said.

The temperature in the room dropped several degrees as it became obvious what the man had said. I turned to Max and he looked pale.

"Did they say who they were?" I asked.

The man shifted, "Some Celtic sounding name. Their aims were to bring back the glorious days of the old empire when King Arthur ruled. Said that Merlin would grant them powers to sweep all of modern day England away for good and become very powerful mages. Max was to be sacrificed at Stonehenge at midnight on the night of the full moon."

"Did they say there were others?" I asked.

"Yes. We know where they are and we are planning an op to take them down. "Want in?" the detective asked.

I smiled. "Hell yes. They screwed up my rental and ruined a perfectly good evening. I wanna kick butt."

Q smiled, "Thought you would say that. I can outfit you with some special devices."

"Oooohhh, a shopping trip at Q's Spy Emporium," I cracked.

Max had to laugh at that one as I grinned. The Queen had a smile on her face as Q and M rolled their eyes.

"Take credit?" I asked Q as he led me down to the car park.

"Samurai Inc. has an open account with me already," Q smiled.

I smiled. I really liked this old man.

I met the SAS entry team in the warehouse on the edge of the business district. The men nodded as Q introduced me. I stood there in my basic black minus pearls loaded down with Q's best items. Q turned to me with a long black tube.

"I think you'll want this," he said with a smile.

I opened the tube and was surprised to find a ninja-to inside. I pulled the sword from the scabbard and looked at the blade. I could tell that this was a well crafted sword. I picked up a piece of paper and gently dropped it on the blade and watched it get cut in half. I smiled as I slipped it back into the scabbard.

"Many thanks from Clan Harada," I said, bowing.

I turned to the team leader. "Let's go hunting."

The man's face lit up. Here was a guy who enjoyed what he did for a living.

I won't bore you with the details, but I will tell you that we caught them all with their pants down. It's really nice when the good guys win one. The end result was that Max was now safe, another group of crazies were taken out, and England as a whole was a bit safer. I went back to the Palace at four in the morning to find Max asleep in a guest room. I went into the one next door and took a long shower and then fell into bed. I woke around nine feeling very refreshed to find some clothes waiting for me. I got dressed and came out into the living room area to find Max talking with the Princes. They turned to see me walking in.

"Your Highness," I said, bowing.

"Good morning, Shiro. I hear everything went well last night," Prince William said as he shook my hand.

"We got the rest of the group into custody. There were six casualties, all on the tango's side. Nobody on our team got injured, thanks to really good advance planning. Max is safe, and so is England," I said.

William beamed at the news, "Bloody great news!"

A knock on the door sounded. I turned towards the door, my hand moving under my shirt to retrieve a gun that wasn't there. I stepped forward and retrieved my ninja-to and took up a ready stance.

"Who is it?" I called out.

"It's the Major and room service," a familiar voice called out.

I nodded to Prince Harry as I put the sword away. Q walked in first, followed by two men pushing a cart in. They were dismissed and I lifted all the covers on the food before letting the Princes at the cart. I sat down with a cup of tea as William, Harry, and Max filled their plates.

"What's the latest?" I asked.

"There were a couple of chaps we didn't get last night. We just picked them up, including their leader. Everything should be wrapped up by this evening. There's a car waiting for you in the car park when you take Max back to his parents," Q said.

I smiled. "Thanks for everything."

Q smiled, "Our pleasure. Take care."

I turned to the cart to see a little food left. William just smiled.

William and Harry saw us off at the car park. I shook their hands and again invited them to stay at the mountain if they ever came to the States.

"We will. Thanks for the invite," William said.

"My pleasure," I said as I turned to the car.

Max and I got into the two-seater and waved good bye. We drove out the gates and started the drive to Max's side of London. We were talking of the events of the last twenty-four hours and I didn't notice the truck creeping up on my back bumper until it hit us. It jarred us a little.

"What the hell?" I wondered.

I looked in the mirrors and saw the driver and the passenger in the cab of the truck. The passenger was holding what looked like a rifle. Oh shit. Two that got away.

"Hang on Max," I said and downshifted and stomped on the gas pedal.

The little BMW was everything the car company claimed it was. I was a good distance down the road before the truck driver could react. Then suddenly two cars appeared behind us, American muscle cars with armed men inside who started shooting at us. This was not good. I sighed. There were more of them than what we took out last night and this morning.

"Now what?" Max asked.

I sighed. "We run like hell."

I took it up to sixty [100 km/h] in third before shifting into fourth. I was glad Dad insisted I go through the Navy Seal's defensive driving course as part of my driver's training. That kind of reckless driving came naturally to Sammo who had his driver's license before I did. He took the same course I did and came out of it with a perfect score. The instructor ended up with more gray hair than he started with.

I hit the cell phone keys only to get static. Shit, the bastards took out the cell phone antenna. On our own again. I raced down the highway with the three cars after me. I changed lanes quicker than they did, trying to put as much distance between us. I relaxed, keeping my cool and not panicking. I came up with some kind of plan in my head and went with it. First I needed to keep this business away from innocent drivers.

"Any good places to lose these clowns?" I asked Max.

Max scratched his chin and thought for a moment. "There's the main highway just blocks down."

Good enough for me. I downshifted and floored the gas pedal. Finding the onramp, I blasted onto the freeway or what the gentle English would call the highway, or is it the autobahn? I could never remember. The three cars chasing us caught up with us and the passengers opened fire on us. Not good. Innocent drivers were getting hit. I looked to see cars spinning out and hitting each other. This was getting bad. Then I saw what looked like a ramp going somewhere else. I crashed through the road closed sign and hoped it would be the right move.

"Uh, that sign back there," Max said nervously.

I nodded. "I saw."

I had a clear straight shot down the ramp and then I saw the very end, blocked by a stack of blocks and a metal ramp on it. There was no more road beyond the blocks for quite a few feet. I saw the rest of the road on the other side. I spun the car around and headed back to the main road. Then the chasers appeared out of nowhere, with a military chopper following them. The door gunner was busy redecorating the cars and the truck. The passengers of said vehicles saw us and a few of them started shooting at us again.

"Not good," I said, spinning the car once more and flooring the pedal, keeping it in third, heading for the makeshift ramp.

Max went into shock. "OH GOD!"

I raced the car down the road, up the makeshift ramp, and into the air.

Max was screaming something into my ear and I was praying we'd make it.

We did.

The car landed smoothly on the other side with a little bump. Max kept on screaming as I grinned. There never was a doubt in my mind at all. I slammed the brakes on and we turned to watch a car go off the makeshift ramp to try and duplicate our stunt. He didn't make it. The other cars stopped, but the truck behind them pushed one off and the next one in line halfway off. I turned back to the wheel and took off.

"The rental company's gonna hate us now," I moaned.

That turned out to be an understatement.

My ears were still ringing as we walked into the Kispir house. Max looked around and realized his folks were gone.

"Wonder where they went?" he said as he went into the kitchen.

I followed him into the kitchen and wondered if it was safe to be here. Max was reading a note.

"Seems my folks are off to some big event and won't be home until tomorrow afternoon," Max informed me. "Mind staying with me until then?"

I smiled. "Not a problem. I just need to make a few calls first."

"Good. Then first order of business is food. Then I'll give you a tour of the house. After that, whatever happens will happen. Deal?" Max asked.

"Sounds good to me," I said.

I made my calls and discovered the Samurai Jet had been moved down south of England to the countryside along with Dad, Sammo (who was still sick), Sacha, Danny, and Mike, escorting a group of the HP stars. Dad questioned our being in the house alone if Max was under threat. I made another call and was told we were being watched, as well as his parents. Good enough for me.

I discovered Max could cook. I pushed myself away from the table and groaned. I decided on an extra long workout tomorrow morning for sure. Max grinned at me.

"Enjoy my cooking?" he asked.

I nodded. "Very good, I like a good home cooked meal every now and then."

I stood up and stretched, feeling things pop in my back. Max stood up and started the tour ending up in his basement where all the typical teenage toys could be found. This looks like it will be a fun evening. Little did I know just how fun it would be.

***

Max offered me the use of his shower after he got out. I went in and took mine. The hot water on my body sure felt good. I sighed as the hot water cascaded over me. After stepping out of the shower and drying off, I walked out into the room to see Max reading my newest copy of Oriental Boy. I smiled.

"Like what you're looking at?" I asked.

Max looked up in shock and dropped the magazine on the floor, falling open to a page showing two Asian boys doing a sixty-nine.

"It was on the floor when I came in," Max stumbled.

I nodded. "It's okay, Max. I'm not upset or mad at you. I hope you're not offended by my being gay."

Max looked up at me with a thoughtful expression on his face. I didn't push the issue, just picked up the magazine and put it on the bed. As I pulled on a pair of shorts, Max reached for it and flipped through it, looking at the pictures.

"They sure seem to be enjoying themselves," Max remarked.

I knew where the magazine had come from and had been to the studio in Peckertown and had met all of the models and subsequently knew the boys weren't being forced into things that they didn't want to do, so I had a regular subscription to the magazine.

"They are," I commented, "Simply because nobody is forcing them to do the things. They are doing it with their friends and having a good time at it."

Max looked at me with a surprised look on his face. "How do you know that?"

"Look at the cover page and tell me where the magazine is published," I directed.

"Peckertown, Arkansas, USA," Max read out loud.

"Samurai Inc. has an office there that helps to protect celebrities when they visit or to do a film project there. We hire a group of the local guys there to run the security there," I explained. "Sometimes the main team goes there and I stumbled across them one day and investigated the outfit. Very legit, very honorable, and very well run too."

Max nodded. I had the distinct feeling he wanted to say something but didn't push. I'd leave it up to him to say. He didn't disappoint.

"Does doing these things feel good?" Max asked pointing to the sucking and fucking pictures.

"Yes it does," I said. "I have a boyfriend and we make love quite often."

"I've always wondered what it would be like to do the sucking and fucking. I am straight though. I like girls," Max said.

I nodded. "That's cool."

The silence became deafening. I wondered what was going through Max's mind. I decided to let him make the first move. He was squeezing his hard cock through his shorts as he sat on the bed, looking at the pictures. Then he seemed to come to some decision in his head.

"Would you… do those things… to me?" he whispered.

I sat down on the bed. "Are you sure of what you are asking?"

Max nodded. "Yes. I really want to try it."

I nodded. "Okay. Before we go any further with this, we need to talk about this. Do you have any tea in the kitchen?"

"Sure. Mum likes a cuppa every now and then," Max answered.

I grinned, "So do I."

Max and I sat at the kitchen table a few minutes later. I sipped my tea and thought of a good place to start when Max kicked things off with a question.

"Doesn't it hurt to have a guy's cock in your ass?" Max asked.

I shook my head. "No. That's because Sammo takes the time to stretch me out and make sure I'm well lubricated before slipping his cock into me. That's called anal intercourse by the way."

"Lubricant? How does he stretch you out?" Max asked.

I explained the process as Max listened. I also explained the difference between guys and girls as well and Max understood. I made sure he understood the importance of wearing condoms while having anal or vaginal sex.

"Never thought of that," Max confessed. "I know how babies are made inside the girl, but I didn't know it would be that easy to get her pregnant."

"Yes it is," I said, immediately thinking of Brad Freeman back home.

The guy was a senior in the high school and had college scouts climbing all over him. Girls went gaga for him and I had heard he'd slept with a number of the cheerleaders until one told him she was pregnant and that he was the father.

Bastard wouldn't give her the time of day until his Daddy took him out behind the woodshed so to speak and explained things to him. Then suddenly he became the perfect boyfriend and accepted responsibility for his actions. I shook my head as I told Max about it.

"Dude should have been more careful," Max sighed. "I know I will be."

"Good. As for the anal intercourse, that's how diseases can be transmitted without protection," I said. "Yes, Sammo and I do it without protection with each other, but when we play we cover our rigs up. Better safe than sorry."

"I won't argue with that," Max said.

Then I explained the intercourse process to him and he listened carefully, using a few pictures in the magazine as examples. Then I flipped to the sucking pages and explained fellatio, or blowjobs. Max grinned at that.

"What's it called when the guy is licking the girl's place?" Max asked.

"Eating her out," I replied.

I noticed Max was rubbing his hand against the bulge in the front of his pants. I grinned as I rubbed mine. We sat there and watched each other for a few minutes. Finally Max stood up.

"Let's go up to my room and get comfortable," he suggested.

I was more than ready.

Up in his room, he closed the door behind him and then turned to me. He reached for his jeans and hesitated for a moment and then opened his jeans and let them drop. Max was definitely a boxers man. I could see his hard cock pressing against the fabric of his shorts. I dropped my shorts on the floor and watched his reaction as he saw my blue jock strap. Believe it or not, I prefer wearing a jockstrap. It holds me very comfortably and gives me plenty of support, especially if I have to go into action. Hey, to each his own ya know?

"Those are cool," Max grinned.

I looked down at the jockstrap. "Thanks. I feel very comfortable in it."

Max hooked his thumbs into his boxers and pulled them down and off. Max had a respectable six and a half inches [16½ cm] proudly swaying in the breeze. I smiled as I reached for it and gave it a gentle pull. Then I peeled the jockstrap off and smiled at Max's expression as he looked at my cock.

"Dude, you got a nice one!" he exclaimed.

I grinned. "Thanks Max."

Then he noticed the neatly trimmed pubes. "You cut your hairs?"

"Yes. Looks nicer and neater, and makes it easier to use condoms," I said.

Max nodded his head as he moved to the bed and got on it. "I'll have to think about doing that."

"I'll show you how to do it right," I said.

I lay down on the bed next to him and reached out to touch him. He relaxed and let me explore his body for a bit. He was a bit slim and had some good muscle. He smiled as I touched his cock, wrapping my hand around it and stroked it for a minute or two. Max sighed and spread his legs open a bit. I moved my hand past his cock and fondled his balls for a bit. Then I got up and moved between his legs and lay down on the bed again. Max moved up further on the bed giving me more room to be comfortable. He settled against some pillows to watch me suck his cock. I started his pleasure by licking his cock a few times. Max shivered and groaned. I slipped his cock into my mouth and bobbed on it a few times, getting him used to the feel of a mouth on his cock. Then I started to do some intense sucking, working to give him his pleasure.

To say he got into it would be an understatement. I don't ever recall meeting a guy who didn't like having his cock sucked. Max certainly responded exactly like I thought he would on his first time.

I worked my mouth up and down the firm hard cock. I listened to his cries of pleasure and knew I was doing good. I was enjoying this myself. I do enjoy sucking cock and can spend hours nursing on Sammo's cock. Both Sammo and I would go into a sixty-nine and spend time slow sucking each other off. I started deep throating Max's cock and that made him gasp in surprise.

"Wow!" he exclaimed, "You're getting my cock way down your throat!"

I was enjoying it, too. I kept working his cock until he started jumping around.

"I'm cumming," he whispered as his cum flooded my mouth and ran down my throat in waves.

I kept sucking his cock until he went dry. Max sighed as I pulled off his cock and then moved up next to him.

"Wow. That was so good!" he exclaimed.

"Glad you liked it," I said. "Do basically what I did, but take your time at it. Deep throating cock takes time to do and it has to be learned."

Max nodded. "Okay."

We rested for a bit as Max explored my body with his hands. My muscles certainly fascinated him and his fingers tracing them felt good. Max moved to the foot of the bed and stretched out on his tummy and stared at my cock waving proudly at him.

"Take your time. Go slow," I coached him.

He nodded as he reached for my cock and stroked it for a moment. Then he slipped it into his mouth and began to suck me off.

***

I watched Max take my hard cock into his mouth and start to suck on it. I closed my eyes and rubbed the back of his head as he began sucking my cock. He licked it a few times, copying my prior moves on his cock. He certainly learned fast. Max relaxed and began bobbing on my cock slowly at first. I could feel my cock moving inside his wet warm mouth. Sure felt so fine.

"Doing just fine," I said, encouraging him.

Max kept on going, bobbing up and down on my cock. I sighed as I felt the feelings rising up from deep inside of me.

"You don't have to swallow my load," I said.

Max kept on going, starting to suck me harder each time he came up on my cock. I shivered and moaned out loud and then I was cumming, shooting my load of teen cum into Max's mouth. Max managed to get it all except for a little bit of it. I smiled as he came up for air after I stopped cumming in his mouth.

"Liked it?" he asked.

"You did good," I said.

Max smiled and moved up a bit and then lay down on me, his head on my torso. I ran my fingers through his hair and relaxed. Once we were recharged, we'd do some fucking.

"How are we going to do the next part?" Max asked.

I thought for a moment. "I'll put a couple of pillows under my hips and put my weight on my chest. That should expose me enough for you to fuck me."

I watched Max reach for the condoms and KY. He followed my instructions to the letter and got everything ready, including me. I felt the bed shift as he got up behind me.

"Go slow, take your time while pushing into me," I instructed him.

Max certainly took his time, pushing in a little and then backing off. Finally the head of his cock popped into me and I heard him gasp.

"Oh, that feels good!" he exclaimed.

"Wait until you get going," I said, "Gets even better."

Max slowly pushed the rest of his condom covered cock into me and then stopped once his hips touched my ass. He relaxed for a minute and then started to fuck me once instinct took over. I listened to his moans of pleasure as I felt his cock moving in and out of me. His cock sure felt good inside of me.

"Feels good Max," I encouraged him. "Don't stop."

He didn't. He slowly sped up his fucking motions as the pleasure of it took control of him and he became lost in the pleasure. I heard him cry out in pleasure and knew he was getting close.

"Cumming," he sighed, and then he was.

I felt the shots go past my anal ring and into me to be stopped at the end of the condom and be trapped there. Max continued to fuck until he stopped cumming. He slowly pulled out of me and sat back. I turned around and instructed him how to remove the used condom and to tie it off and dispose of it properly. He came back from the bathroom and lay on the bed next to me.

"Thanks," he said. "That was so cool."

"You're welcome," I said.

He snuggled up to me and slowly closed his eyes. A moment later I did the same.

I fucked him the next morning. I woke up to find Max intimately exploring my cock. I shivered at the good feelings I was getting.

"That feels good mate," I said.

Max smiled. "That's partly the idea and I wanted to explore it a bit, never having touched another guy's willy before."

"That's cool," I said.

I leaned back on the pillows and enjoyed the stroking I was getting. It felt good and I was getting really aroused. After a while Max stopped and then looked at me.

"You'll go easy on me, will you?" he asked.

I nodded. "I will. In fact I have an idea for that. Once I get you lubed and prepared, I'll lay flat on my back and you can get on top of me and slowly ease my cock into you at your own pace."

Max liked that idea and I could see him relax a bit. He lay on his side and relaxed as I took my time in preparing him for my cock. Max reached for the KY and rubbed a thin film over my cock shaft before he got on top of me. I lay on my back and relaxed, holding my cock as he brought his ass down on it. Max certainly took his time in getting my cock head inside of him and when he finally did, he held still for a few minutes as his body slowly got used to having cock inside it. Then he slowly pushed himself down on it until he was seated on my hips.

"Wow," he said. "It feels weird inside me. My ass feels like it's been stuffed full."

I grinned. "Take your time in moving up and down on it. Once you think you're ready to change places, just say so and we will."

Max took a breath and started moving up and down on my cock. I could feel it moving inside of him and it made me hot! I closed my eyes and sighed, the pleasure building up. He kept moving slow and from the moans I heard he seemed to be enjoying it.

"Feels so good," he moaned.

I smiled. "Good. It's supposed to feel good."

He rode my cock for another few minutes before rolling off me and onto his back and presenting his wet, slick hole to me.

"Please," he whispered.

I got between his legs and rested them on my shoulders. I gently drove my cock into him and he moaned out loud. Once I was completely inside of him, I relaxed for a moment and then began to fuck him. I took it easy on him because it was his first time. I thrust deep into him each time, the pleasure getting too powerful to ignore. I settled down a bit and then really began to fuck him. Max groaned in pleasure as he felt his ass being plowed. I was close to cumming in his nice tight ass.

"I'm cumming," I groaned as I felt my cock shoot my teen load into his ass, continuing to fuck him good.

I felt Max's anal muscle clamp down on my cock and milk a bit more cum out of me. Both of us sighed once the pleasure receded and we relaxed.

"That was awesome," was all Max could say.

I definitely had to agree.

We made sure the house was proper before his parents came home around ten. His parents were happy that Max was safe and sound.

"Thanks for staying overnight. We were told that things are okay again and that we don't have anything to worry about. We have a special number to call if we need to," Mr. Kispir said.

"Good. That makes me feel better knowing you have help nearby," I said. "I do wish you folks much luck."

I left the house and headed to the nearest railway station. I had a long journey ahead of me.

***

I had talked to Q and he informed me that all of the tangos were properly accounted for once they had sweated the information out of them. I didn't want to know how and Q never said. There are some things better left unsaid or asked. I set off after Max and his parents thanked me again, heading back to the jet and Sammo. I hummed a merry tune, feeling good about how things worked out. I had my first solo adventure and it worked out quite well. I suddenly remembered Neil and I reached for my cell and dialed his.

"Psychos R Us," Neil replied on the fourth ring.

I chuckled. "Bellevue Hospital."

"Hey bro!" Neil's voice came down the line. "What's up?"

I laughed out loud. "You have to ask?"

"Your one-incher?" Neil shot back.

I groaned as he roared in laughter. "You think you're funny, don't you?"

"I am," Neil replied.

"What's your situation?" I asked.

Neil got serious, "Just sent off an action report to the base via the net. Hell of a job."

"I just had my own solo job myself. Heading back to the jet right now. The others will be wondering what's happened to me," I replied.

"Cool. I'm currently relaxing at Aaron and Harley's. Having a good time," Neil said as he sighed.

"Oh?" I said picturing him flat on his back getting his nuts sucked out of him through his always hard cock.

"Yeah," Neil sighed once more.

"You horny little devil," I cracked.

"And loving it," Neil laughed. "When will you guys be leaving?"

"Soon I hope. I'll call you when we go wheels up," I replied, approaching the ticket window for the underground train.

"Cool. Be waiting for your call," Neil said and then hung up.

I closed my cell and got my ticket and waited for the train to arrive. As I stood there, I got the funny feeling I was being watched. I casually glanced around and noted the people standing around me. I went over to the Coke machine to see if anyone would follow. One man did and I took note of him. He was dressed like a businessman and to the casual observer he didn't seem like a threat. I hoped my instincts were wrong, but they rarely are and I paid attention to this guy. I do hate being wrong at times and I didn't want to be wrong about this guy. The train arrived and I got on. I saw him move down two cars and get on. I found a seat and relaxed, but kept my guard up. The train got started and left the station.

In the first hour it stopped at four stations and some people got off. I looked up when I heard the door open and the man stood there, holding his briefcase. I felt myself go calm, and recognized danger. I slipped into Getsumi no Michi and felt anger directed at me. I stood up and the man suddenly moved, dropping his briefcase and charging me, one hand moving under his jacket. I reacted lightning fast, trapping the arm inside of his jacket as I started a throat strike. He didn't even blink as he managed to deflect the throat strike and turned my hand aside. I shifted and introduced my knee to his gut. He definitely reacted to that as I shoved him back into the pole hard. Nobody had reacted yet to the fight. I grasped the hand that deflected the throat strike and turned it, bringing it up behind his back. He pulled his hand out from underneath his jacked that I had pinned to him with my body and it was holding a small automatic. I recognized it as a Walther.

A lady finally noticed what was going on, screamed the word gun, and suddenly the car was cleared of passengers as they rushed out both ends. Good. That meant I could really get down to it. I yanked on the hand behind his back hard and he yelled. I slapped his head into the pole twice and he staggered back against me. He tried to bring his gun to bear but I stopped him from doing that by grabbing the wrist and squeezing hard. There is a reason why I am continuously squeezing a small rubber ball, and it was paying off. He screeched and dropped the gun.

I didn't hesitate. I flipped him over a few of the seats and followed up with a right flying kick as he bounced up off the floor. His face met my size eleven foot and he went down once more and didn't get up. Fight was over.

I leaned over him and patted his pockets down and collected what I found. Usual stuff in his wallet, pound notes, a credit card, and lint. A small picture of me with a red X through it. I had been marked. Nothing new. The druggies back in Colorado had done the same when I first went to live with Dad and we both had a grand old time taking them to the cleaners. A couple of business cards. Pair of gloves. Then there was the gun. I picked it up and cleared it and then examined it. It was marked with the British Secret Service seal. Q needed to know about this. The train stopped about the time the man on the floor stirred. The doors barely opened when a crowd of suits came storming in with guns drawn. I recognized Bond in the front of the group.

"Nice to see you," I smiled as I handed him the Walther. "You might want to show this to a friend of ours."

The man looked up at me and spat at me. "You were to die for interfering with us. My friends are angry because you took our sacrifice away from us."

"Oh wah," I remarked sarcastically. "At least you are the last. We got your leader locked up and you clowns are finished."

He began to laugh. "Who said I was the last? Are you sure you have our illustrious leader locked up? I think not."

I groaned. These guys didn't know how to quit.

James Bond just sighed. "I'd better pass this on and alert MI6."

I finally boarded the jet an hour later. The guys looked up from the main table as I came into the conference room.

"Hi Dad," I greeted him.

He stood. "Glad to see you son. What happened out there?"

"Long story. Let me go see my hubby and I'll be right back," I said.

"Do it and then buckle yourself in. We're wheels up in a minute," Dad said.

I spent a few minutes with Sammo and then went back up front and buckled myself in. Twenty minutes later we were over the Atlantic heading home. Sammo came out and sat with us and I related all of the events, including the time I spent with Max. Dad nodded the whole time.

"Glad you're okay, Shiro. I was starting to worry about you," Dad said.

Sammo reached out and put his hand over mine. "I wasn't worried. I knew he would come back."

That simple declaration of faith moved me. I smiled at Sammo and returned the hand squeeze. I felt good about what he said, and a touch guilty that I had sex with someone.

"Let's get you back into bed, lover. We've got much to talk about," I said.

I escorted Sammo back to the bedrooms and closed the door.

Danny's Journal

We got home to Logan's Mountain a week after Shiro's England adventure with Max Kispir of Master and Commander. While it is nice to go walkabout in different countries, there is something to be said about being home in the place where you feel most comfortable. Logan's Mountain is such a place for me.

Ever since Dave took me on from the Navy the day I was kicked out, I felt I had found my true home and calling. He never once made me feel any different about who and what I was. He and the others accepted me right away. In return, I did everything to make the mountain as secure as possible with all the high tech stuff I could get my hands on. I go hunting up there every so often and bring home duck, geese, deer, and the occasional string of fresh water rainbow trout. What meat we can't get into the freezer in the storage area I take into Denver and donate to a food bank I personally investigated to find out if those folks were on the up and up. They are usually so happy to see me and they give me a list of people to go see. It's the kids that benefit the most, and to see them smile always makes my day. It's kind of my way of giving back to my country.

Right now I'm out here in Hollywood, CA to see an old Army buddy of mine. Unfortunately he was called up at the last second to go into Iraq and handle some serious problems there that required his very special skill. All you need to know is that there will be a few less terrorists running around when he gets done. I got bored sitting around in my hotel room so I decided to go and see some of the sights. I definitely got an eyeful at the front door of the hotel. Hollywood is another whole word to it's self. There is no other place quite like this one. So many colorful people here. I remembered that Mac, the movie producer, had his office somewhere around here. So I checked a phone book and discovered I was a block away. Mac was in and I was sitting in an overstuffed leather chair in his spacious office smoking a maduro Cohiba cigar.

"It's so nice to finally meet you kid," Mac growled. "You guys have done so much for me. Shoulda have let me know you were coming."

"It was a last minute kind of thing," I said, sipping the glass of brandy. "I have an Army buddy here but the Army invited him to Iraq to play with some of his favorite toys at the last second. He was flying out just after I landed at LAX."

"So where are ya at?" Mac asked.

I told him and his eyes widened. "That place sucks. Lemme give ya a key to a little bungalow I got tucked away in the Hollywood Hills. Got a killer view, the refrigerator is well stocked with cold stuff, condoms and lube in the bathroom, and a fast set of wheels in the garage," he said, tossing a key at me.

"I couldn't impose on you," I said.

He leaned forward. "You guys have saved my bacon a few times, not to mention a few young men in the process. I owe you guys big time. No more arguments, boy!"

What could I say? "Aye aye, sir!" was the only response I could give.

The cab ground to a halt in front of the address nearly two hours later and I grinned. The front of the place looked nice. I paid the guy and walked up to the front door and opened it. I stood in the foyer and blinked at the sight. The place was spacious and very tastefully decorated. I left my bag in the living room and toured the rest of the house. There were three bedrooms and two full baths, one in the master bedroom. The second room obviously had to be Mac's home office. I opened the very expensive looking box on the desk and discovered it fully loaded with the same Cohiba cigars. This guy had very good taste. The third bedroom was a guest room. I checked out the kitchen and found it well stocked with food and cold beer. I also found several very expensive bottles of wine in the door of the refrigerator. My respect for this man rose another few notches. The phone rang and I turned to it. The answering machine kicked in and Mac's voice came out of the speaker.

"Hey kid, quit playing with yourself and pick up," he growled.

I smiled and picked up. "Hollywood Pleasure Palace."

Mac laughed. "Moral Majority, here to save your soul, provided it's still there."

Now it was my turn to laugh. "Mac, this place is way cool."

"Glad you like it, kid. Just called to tell you I'm off to Japan on a business trip. See ya in a week," Mac said.

"Good luck Mac," I said.

"Thanks kid," he said, and hung up.

I hung up the phone and smiled. David was right. Mac did seem like the Jewish grandfatherly type. I set my bag in the master bedroom and went to see what kind of car was in the garage. To my joy I found the 2004 BMW two door Beamer convertible. I couldn't wait to drive it. A lovely burgundy color with tan interior. I looked at my watch and decided to find a nice place to go for dinner. As I walked past the office, the fax machine dinged. Out of curiosity, I walked in and looked at what came out. Mac had done it again. He had arranged for dinner reservations at Spago's, a very upscale eatery in Beverly Hills, a private tour with a meet and greet with the bigwigs at CBS, NBC, ABC, Fox, Nickelodeon, and a private tour at the major movie studios as well as a meet and greet with those bigwigs. I saw huge moneybags. If I played my cards just right, I could bring in lots of business for Samurai and possibly get the major studios to invest in the fledgling movie business in Peckertown. I knocked down a cold beer and sat down. I took a few breaths to calm myself and then called home.

"Hawaiian Happiness," Sammo answered.

I chuckled. "California Dreaming calling."

I listened to Sammo laugh. You know, I never did ask who started that bit on the phones, but it sure is a lot of fun coming up with crazy business names.

"It's Danny. Anyone around?" I asked.

"Full house, bruddah. Whatcha wont?" he laughed.

I was all business now. "Conference. Hot possibilities, you horny Hawaiian."

"I knew you liked me in my grass skirt," Sammo chuckled.

"Actually, it's the coconut halves you wear over your tits that makes me hot," I snapped back.

There was a roar of laughter at the other end.

***

It was a little after seven thirty as I maneuvered the Beemer through the traffic on Sunset, stopping in the valet parking lane in front of the restaurant. I was seated in a nice spot in the place.

"Thank you. Mac raved about this place. He said the food and the service was excellent," I said to the man.

He smiled. "Mr. Markowicz is one of our favorite patrons. It is always a pleasure to meet his friends."

I smiled and extended one of our company cards. The man looked at it.

"Ah, I believe I've heard the name a few times. A pleasure to meet you sir," he said. "May I have the pleasure of bringing a bottle of Mr. Markowicz's personal favorite to you?"

I smiled. "Please do. I've seen his wines selections at his house and in his office and he does have very good taste."

He did, and that had to have been the best bottle of champagne I'd ever had. The food was exceptional. I even got to see a few of our friends as well. I was invited to a party and met Charlie Sheen there. I mentioned the CBS tour I was to take the next day and he told me to make sure I stopped by the set. I sat I would, and that's how I met Angus J. Smith, eleven year old 'Jake' on the show. I had seen the show a few times and liked it a lot. My favorite episode was the one where 'Jake' did a few scenes in his white Jockey shorts. I spent a few hours there and enjoyed the party and meeting the celebrities.

I was up and out by eight the next morning. After a quick breakfast at Lenny's, I drove over to the CBS studios where I was checked out by the security. They were everywhere as I walked into the main lobby for the studio. I was greeted by the receptionist and guided to a private waiting area. I met and talked to the bigwigs for nearly an hour, giving them a rundown on Samurai Inc. They seemed very impressed with our company and with what I had said about the fledgling film industry in Peckertown. I gave them numbers to call Jorgenson Enterprises in Arkansas.

I took the tour and spent nearly two hours on the set talking with Charlie Sheen and Angus Smith. He was a really nice kid and I liked his sense of humor. I decided to rent the videos he had appeared in later that night. Then it was on to another stop. I managed to get into the big three networks that day, leaving Fox and Nickelodeon for the next day. Most of the week was taken up by tours and meetings. I crossed my fingers and hoped that the meetings were productive for us and for Peckertown. It was now Friday evening, and I was looking forward to soaking in the hot tub and watch the lights come on in the valley below. The cell rang just as I eased into the hot tub.

"Samurai Inc., Danny Barnes speaking," I replied.

"This is Charlie Sheen calling. We need your help," he said.

I sat up. "I'm listening."

"In the last two days there's been threats called in at the set. The guy says he's gonna kidnap Angus," Charlie said. "I'll personally cover your fees if you protect him. The production's taking a break for a week, but the word to the public is that we are going to Hawaii for a much needed vacation and to possibly shoot an episode there. We've got it all planned out with the help of Hawaii PD. All we need you to do is keep the real Angus under wraps."

I smiled. "Not a problem." Then I had a brilliant idea. "FedEx him to me at Mac Markowicz's place in the Hills."

Charlie came back. "You want me to put him in a box and ship him to you?"

"That's kind of the idea," I said. "That way the bad guys don't follow him here. Ask me sometime about a director named Flamingo."

"Last I heard he's making condoms in the Arkansas State pen," Charlie said.

I chuckled. "I know. We had a hand in that one."

"You have got to tell me the story," Charlie said.

"I will. Now get him up to me and good luck with your scheme," I said.

"Call you when he's shipped out," Charlie said and then he hung up.

I sat and thought for a bit. Eleven was the youngest kid I'd ever thought about. Angus was certainly a very good looking boy. I wondered if it had been my imagination when he looked at me funny at one point in the tour. Charlie had pointed out something to me and had turned his back to me. Angus had looked at me and grinned, sticking the tip of his tongue out at me and wiggled his eyebrows. I wondered if he really knew what he had been doing when he was flirting with me. Was he asking me for something? I sighed. I hoped I could get through the week with him here.

The phone snapped me out of my thoughts. I reached for it and picked it up.

"Hello?" I answered.

I heard Charlie's voice on the other end. "This is FedEx calling. There is a special delivery for Mr. Markowicz. Will you sign for it?"

I grinned. "Yes I will."

"Thank you sir. Our driver will be at your residence in fifteen minutes," Charlie said. "Have a good evening."

I hung up the phone and got dressed in jeans and a t-shirt and double checked my Desert Eagle .357 before slipping it into my shoulder holster. The doorbell rang right on time and I went to the front door. I opened the door to find Emilio Estevez standing there.

"Good evening sir. Special delivery for a Mr. Markowicz. Can you sign here please?" he asked.

"With pleasure," I said, signing the clipboard for him as Charlie wheeled the box in past me.

I closed the front door and turned to face them and put the heels of my hands together and did the clap they had used in their movie together where they played trash men. Both men laughed out loud.

"That was Charlie's idea," Emilio explained as he opened the box to let Angus out. "Worked real well."

"One of my favorite movies," I said. "Nobody followed you?"

"Not even a second look," Charlie snorted.

I smiled. "I love it when a plan comes together."

Charlie grinned. "I'll have to remember that line."

"George Peppard, The A Team," I said as we all shook hands and said goodbye. Angus sighed and sat down on the couch.

I turned to him after the two men left. "Hungry?"

He looked up. "Yes."

I led him to the kitchen and looked into the refrigerator. I made up salad and pastrami sandwiches and we ate at the kitchen table.

"Wished I was going with them," he complained bitterly. "I've never been to Hawaii at all."

"There will be other opportunities," I said. "For right now your safety is very important. I know it sucks."

He looked up at me. "Thanks for helping me out."

"It won't take long for them to catch this whacko and put him out of business," I said. "He'll screw up and get caught."

Angus nodded and looked around. "This your place?"

"No. I live in Colorado on top of a mountain. My partner owns it and the business. I love it there," I said.

Angus grinned. "That must be awesome. Snow ski anytime you want, go hiking, and all that good stuff."

"Yup. What about you?" I asked.

"I'm here during production. Home is Texas," he said.

"Very cool," I said.

I sighed as I looked at the clock. "It's coming up on nine. Let's see what's on the dish."

We found a good movie and watched it. As the movie progressed, it seemed to me Angus was creeping closer to me. I wondered if he was trying to make a move on me. I didn't know very many eleven year old kids and I wondered if he was out or he was just feeling horny. I put my arm around him to see how he'd react. He scooted in very close and snuggled up next to me. I shivered from the contact and wondered where this would lead to. I hoped I wasn't digging my grave.

***

We went to bed at eleven. Angus settled into the guest room and I took the master bedroom. I tossed and turned for a bit while falling asleep. I dreamed of seeing him on the set at first. Then the dream turned erotic. I found myself on my back and Angus was between my legs, sucking my cock. He was doing a damn good job, too. I watched his head bob up and down on my sizable erection. It was so real.

So real that I woke up and discovered that Angus really was sucking my cock. His mouth felt so damn good on my cock. I couldn't help myself. I moaned out loud and Angus looked up into my face and grinned. He went back down on my cock and began sucking harder. It was taking everything I had not to cum so soon. I eventually lost that battle and felt my cock unload into his mouth.

"I'm cumming," I groaned.

Angus sucked harder and faster and I came some more. Finally I stopped cumming and Angus sat back on his heels and smiled at me. I looked at his cum covered face and whatever doubts I had disappeared. I sat up and took his face in my hands and kissed him. His young lips tasted sweet and fresh on mine. I spent a few minutes licking his face clean and then laid him down in the bed and started kissing his young boy body. Angus writhed and moaned in pleasure as I licked and sucked every inch of him until I came to his very erect five inches [12½ cm]. This kid would be well endowed fully grown.

I began to explore his cock with mouth and tongue before sucking that fine piece of boy meat into my mouth and deep throating it. Angus cried out in joy, his pleasure increasing even more. I sucked hard and fast, rolling his young hairless balls between my fingers. I left his cock and worked down below his cock, gently sucking and licking his balls. I raised his legs up and began licking and sucking his hole. That really set the boy on fire.

"Get me off, please!" Angus pleaded.

I licked his hole a few more times and then came back up to his cock. I took his cock back into my mouth and slipped a finger inside his tight young hole. I massaged his immature prostate while I sucked him off. That proved to be his breaking point. Angus lost it completely, moaning and crying as he thrashed about underneath me while having an orgasm. I half expected something to come out of his cock, but nothing did. Angus was still dry. I backed off and gently rubbed his smooth chest while he came down from his sexual high.

"That was so fucking awesome," he whispered and closed his eyes.

His even slow breathing a few minutes later told me he was asleep. I moved behind him and pulled his back against my chest, spooning him into me and covered us with the sheet. I relaxed and a moment later I too, was asleep.

I woke up once more. The clock on the nightstand announced the time as being nine thirty. Angus wasn't in bed with me and I started to get up when he walked into the bedroom buck naked with a cup of coffee in his hand.

"Figured you'd want this," he smiled.

I did. He had anticipated my need for coffee. I sipped it and sighed. The only thing it was missing was fresh boy cream.

Oh well. I could live without it for a while. Angus sat on the edge of the bed and picked at the sheet and I had the feeling he wanted to talk.

"What's on your mind?" I asked him.

He looked up, his brown eyes looking thoughtful. "Does what we just did make me gay? I'm a little confused by it."

He was confused! Shit, he should hear the argument between my logical self and my hysterical self taking place. I sipped my coffee and thought for a moment.

"No. It's normal for a boy to want to have sex with another guy, to play around with him and discover what feels good," I said. "Nothing wrong with it."

Angus smiled. "Cool. I figure I have plenty of time to find out if I am going to be gay or straight. I just wanted to experience sex with a guy. Can we do it some more?"

The argument suddenly halted in my head when Hysterical realized Angus was asking for sex. Logical just smiled and then said I should slow things down and teach him some things and I thought that was an excellent idea.

"Angus, let's go have something to eat and then we'll sit down and talk. I think better on a full stomach," I said.

"Works for me," he said.

I made him dress for breakfast. Hot food spilt on the personal gear doesn't feel good. He sat at the table as I cooked up eggs, toast, bacon, and juice. Once breakfast was cleared away he wandered into the backyard and sat on a bench which looked out over the valley. I watched him for a moment then went into Mac's office. I went to the bookshelf and started looking at what books he had. I thought since Mac dealt with child stars on a regular basis he'd have some child development books on his shelf. What I found was an entirely different story. Mac was a boy lover. I stared at some of the books he had on his shelf. I grinned to myself and then eventually found what I thought was the perfect book.

I took it out to the back yard where Angus was sitting and for the next two hours we talked about a great many things, from his developing body and the changes that would happen as he gets older, (he said his Dad talked to him about that already but I wanted to cover that anyway), to all kinds of sexual activity that one does with a girl and a boy. He mentioned a few of his desires and I made note of them. By the time we finished talking Angus knew a lot more than he did before. I felt the two hours we spent talking was well worth it. Like the commercial says, the more you know the better informed you are. There's a lot of truth to it.

It was getting warm and Angus pulled his shirt off and dropped it on the bench we were sitting on.

"If you want to go naked that's fine with me. That's your choice. But if you lay out in the sun, make sure you cover up with plenty of sunscreen. Only rule is to dress for meals. That's it," I said.

Angus didn't waste any time stripping down. The lithe eleven year old stretched as I got up and adjusted the erection in my shorts and went into the house for a towel for him to lie on. When I came out, he had set up a sun bed close enough to the house. I spread out the towel over it while he rubbed the sunscreen into his skin and stroked himself a few times, getting the sunscreen on his penis. Angus then lay out and sighed. I went back into the house for a cold soda (too early in the day for a beer) and came back out with my holstered weapon (the Desert Eagle), a book (Richard Marcinko's newest thriller), and stripped down and got into the Jacuzzi and settled down for a long soak. The day was just perfect in my opinion. A nice cool breeze was coming in from the mountains between us and Malibu, the temps were in the mid seventies, and the humidity was perfect. I looked up an hour later to see Angus waking up.

"Turn over and I'll rub the sunscreen into your backside," I said.

Angus complied and I spent five minutes giving him a light massage with the sunscreen. He dozed off a moment later and I got back into the Jacuzzi and started reading again. An hour zipped by before I even realized it. I looked up when I heard Angus moving. He was stepping into the Jacuzzi and he sat down next to me, holding two bottles of cold water. I opened mine and took a drink and set it down.

"Feeling good?" I asked him.

"Yeah. You sure gave me a lot to think about, Danny. Thanks for being so patient with my questions," Angus said.

I smiled. "Enquiring minds want to know."

Angus chuckled at that. He rested his head against my shoulder for a moment and then I wrapped my right arm around him. He snuggled up against me and sighed.

It's hard being a kid these days, but Angus had the added load of being a kid actor. He knew what he was getting into from the start, and I had to salute his guts and courage for doing it.

***

A moment later he shifted his position to sit on my lap facing me. I ran my fingers over his face and then he leaned in to kiss me. Our mouths met in a passionate kiss. His hands explored my body while mine explored his. He rested against my body and I could feel his body heat against mine. He backed off a moment later and smiled.

"Getting a bit warm in here," he said.

We got out and I led him to the outdoor shower. We got under it and had a great time soaping each other up. It gave us more of an opportunity to explore each other.

"I think getting older and growing a bigger cock and having hair is a cool thing," Angus said. "I can't wait for it to happen."

"Don't be in a hurry for it to happen," I said, pulling his close to me and kissing his forehead. "It will happen in its own time."

"I know. I'm not a real patient person," Angus complained.

"Neither am I. But you have to be, and it will happen. Just wait is all," I said, rinsing his body clean.

We towel dried each other and then went into the house. Without really thinking about it we ended up in the master bedroom. I turned on the ceiling fan and lay down next to Angus.

I turned on my side and reached out my right hand and began touching him. Angus sighed in pleasure and relaxed. I used my fingertips lightly against his skin, getting him aroused. His tiny nipples rose along with his cock. I moved my fingertips over his nipples, gently touching them. Angus moaned out loud as my fingertips brushed against the tips of his erect nipples. I moved my fingers down his body, making him moan louder. I brushed my fingertips up and down the shaft of his boyhood, making him shiver. I took it in hand and began to stroke him off. Angus closed his eyes and moaned.

"Please suck me," he whispered.

I obliged, taking the young cock into my mouth. I pleasured the boy's young cock, bobbing up and down with my lips firmly around it. Angus got more animated, crying out his pleasure as he thrashed about underneath me. There was no doubt he was feeling very good. Then he stiffened up and cried out loud. He was having his orgasm. I sucked him faster until he pushed my head off his cock.

"Couldn't take it anymore," he gasped.

I nodded. "Sorry."

I rubbed his broad chest, feeling the developing muscle. There was no doubt in my mind he would be quite a man when he got done growing up. He relaxed for a bit and then looked at me.

"My turn to pleasure you," he said.

"Take your time. Don't be in a hurry. Enjoy what you're going to do," I instructed him as he sat next to me.

Angus nodded and then began exploring my body once more. His fingers felt so nice on me. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensations. But there was still that tiny part of me that had reservations about having sex with a young boy. I hoped I wasn't damaging him for life.

Angus took his time. I felt his fingertips gently explore me all over. The feelings were incredible. I gave into my feelings finally and the pleasure got even better. I felt his fingers curl around my tool and then I felt his mouth on it. Angus was giving me head. He must have learned a lesson or two from me because he started sucking my cock really good. I moaned my pleasure out loud. I opened my eye to watch Angus bob up and down on my cock. He was doing it so good. Then he stopped and looked at me.

"I want your cock inside me," he said.

I looked at him. "Are you sure? Think about that really good."

"I have and I want it," he said.

I nodded. There was no denying him. I had Angus lie across my lap with his ass in the air. As I worked to stretch and lubricate his little boy pussy for his first fuck, I told him exactly what to do.

"I'm going to lie on my back. You will squat over me and slowly sit on my cock. Take your time in doing it. There will be some pain the first time. That's normal. Just go slow and take your time," I coached him.

"Okay," he gasped. "That feels so good!"

When I thought he was ready, I rubbed a bit of KY onto my cock and then helped him into place. He took a breath and let it out and then started to sit on my cock. I felt my cockhead at his virgin gate start to push in and open him up. I looked into his face and saw his eyes were closed. He let out another breath and pushed out slightly. My cock head slipped in a bit further. Angus moaned softly and then pushed down a bit further. I could feel the boy's anal lips around my cockhead, squeezing it tight. I had to fight to keep from cumming right then. Angus pushed down a bit more and then my cockhead popped right inside of him. He stopped and held still for a moment.

"That feels so awesome!" he cried out.

After a moment he pushed down a bit more, taking more of me inside of him. The whole process took five minutes, but in the end he managed to take seven inches [18 cm] of my nine inches [23 cm] inside of him. Angus relaxed for a moment and smiled down at me.

"This feels really awesome," he smiled.

Angus started to ride my cock slowly, moving it inside of him. I sighed and enjoyed feeling a young boy's virgin ass clamped around its first cock. Angus was slowly rocking back and forth on me, his eyes closed, muttering to himself. The faster he moved the hotter I got. Suddenly Angus dismounted me, rolled onto his back, pulled his legs back and presented his no longer virgin ass to me. I didn't hesitate. I slipped my cock into him gently and began to fuck the youngster's ass.

"Do it, ride me, Danny!" Angus pleaded.

I did. I picked up the pace, slamming my cock into him deeper each time. His asshole was so tight on my cock that it didn't take long for me to cum.

"I'm cumming, Angus. I'm going to shoot my cum into you," I breathed into his ear and then I was.

His ass was so nice and tight I must have shot gallons it felt so good to ejaculate inside of him. It was definitely one of my best orgasms to date. I knew Angus was having an anal orgasm. His body was shaking and he was crying out his passion. I kept fucking him until I ran out of cum to give. I sighed in relief and slowly pulled out of him.

Angus immediately turned into me and started crying into my shoulder. He was so full of his emotions from the experience I knew. I was sure he'd remember this day for the rest of his life.

The phone woke us up. I fumbled for the receiver as I tried to wake up. I looked at the clock and was shocked to see it was six in the morning.

"Yo," I whispered into the phone.

"Yo ho, yo ho, me matey!" Charlie Sheen's voice came down the line. "Pack yer cutoffs, pack Angus, and get yer butts out here."

I snapped to. "The shark bit?"

"Bit? He took the fucking bait, fishing pole, cops and all. We nailed his ass four 'o clock this morning trying to sneak into the hotel. He was armed, but you just can't beat a dozen pissed off cops and a platoon of retired Navy Seals. Gotta have some serious stuff to beat that royal flush," Charlie Sheen said.

I started to laugh. Angus looked at me as if I had flipped out. He took the phone from me and started talking to Charlie.

"What's going on? Danny's flipped out," Angus said.

A moment later he started cracking up. Once I regained control, I got back on the phone.

"Now you have discovered something countless tangos, terrorists, and assorted bad guys have found out the hard way. Never mess with a Navy Seal. You'll get your ticket punched permanently on a one way ride to hell," I said, grinning.

The extremely loud hooya at the other end told me Charlie had me on a speakerphone.

"One more thing," I said. "Alert the bars and have them check their insurance policies. The Weasel is a comin'."

"Somebody call out the Navy Seals!" a voice said. "Wait a minute, we are the Seals! Never mind!"

"We'll be there in a few hours. Try not to drink the town dry until then," I cracked, a huge smile on my face.

"We'll save you something," Charlie promised.

I hung up and turned to Angus. "Get packed. We are off to sunny Hawaii."

Angus grinned. The day was definitely off to a good start.

***

Did I ever tell you how much I hate commercial airlines? The long lines. Security sticking their wands into forbidden places. The delays, cancellations, and other assorted screw ups. LAX was having that kind of day. Thank God I called first.

"I'm sorry sir, but the airport is completely closed due to a security alert," the lady informed me.

I sighed. "Not your fault. I hope who ever caused the problem gets his behind kicked."

"Same here," the lady said and then hung up.

I called the Navy base down in San Diego and talked to an old friend of mine, explaining my situation. He was more than willing to help. By the time Angus and I got down there in the early afternoon, he had arranged for us to be flown out there in a pair of Harriers that was being sent there. Angus was over the moon when I told him how we were getting there. I got him into a flight suit that was a near perfect fit and then the pilot coached him on what to do if we went down. Then he got Angus into the plane and got him comfortable with being inside of it. I had my camera with me so I took a few shots of him in the flight suit and being inside the Harrier. Then it was time to go so I climbed into the one I was riding. Angus was given the handle of 'Tadpole' by the pilot. I used my nickname. Angus and Lt. Grant were off the ground first, and then Lt. Curry and me followed. I actually slept the whole two hour ride to Hawaii, waking up in time for the landing.

Someone at the Navy base in Hawaii must have called Charlie Sheen, because he was there along with Angus' parents at the hangar when we pulled up in the Harriers. Angus was overjoyed to see his folks again. They were impressed that I had arranged this and pulled it off. Then it was off to the new accommodations.

I sat on the back porch of the cabin I had been assigned sipping a cold beer as the retired Seals and Charlie Sheen sat around drinking theirs. I had just told the story of Flamingo and got a round of hooya's to the story. As the evening progressed, the men drifted out and went home one by one. Soon it was just me and Charlie.

"Thanks for everything. I mean that," he said.

I looked up from the trash can where I had been tossing the empty cans. "Glad to help."

"Just let me know what we owe you," he said before heading out the door.

I nodded and opened another beer and continued to clean up the mess. The argument inside my head over what had happened between Angus and me still raged. I wondered if I had done right by him or harmed him by introducing him to sex too soon. Even though Angus had asked for it, it still bothered me.

I know there are kids even younger having sex, but the thought of doing it with a young kid bothered me. A kid that age should still be enjoying their childhood, not running around and wanting to have sex. I guess the times have changed since I was that age. I remember being eleven and wanting to race my bike all the time back then. I never really had given sex a thought until I turned thirteen and started maturing. I kicked a beer can in frustration and sighed.

"Are you okay?" a voice asked.

I looked up to see Angus standing there in the moonlight on the back porch.

"I don't know," I said, turning away.

He touched my arm. "Is this about what we did last night?"

"Yes," I said. "I think you're too young to be thinking about sex right now. You're just eleven. You're still a kid. You should be concerned about doing kid things and being an actor."

Angus smiled. "Mom and Dad have always told me I am very mature for my age. Being an actor opened my mind to a lot of things. I've dealt with the subject of sex in a few episodes on the set. I knew what it was a long time ago. Like I said, I'm not sure if I am gay or straight. Thanks to you, I know what the difference is. Thanks to you, I now know what gay sex is. I have been jacking off for some time and I enjoy the feelings. What we did together I truly enjoyed. You didn't hurt me at all."

I sighed in relief, and the argument in my head went away. I knew now that it was all right. I would have to sit down with Logan when I got back and then maybe call Zeus or maybe I'll just go to Peckertown and see the big man. Maybe he can explain all of this better.

I looked up to see Angus dropping his shorts on the floor. The naked boy smiled at me and I felt myself get hard.

"Let's go swim for a bit," he said.

I dropped the last trash bag on the porch and followed him down to the beach once he had undressed me. Under the full moon, we played in the surf and chased each other all over the vacant beach. In the hour we spent on the beach I felt young again. Then he ran into me and I picked him up in my arms and carried him to the outside shower. I washed him clean, dried him off, and carried him to my bed.

He looked at me with eyes full of trust.

I laid him flat on his back and started making love to him. Angus reacted to the pleasures I gave him, his body writhing as he moaned. I sucked his cock. Licked his boy hole. Licked his entire body, tasting the scent of the soap I used on him in the shower. Sucked his tiny nipples. Then I laid him on his back and lubed him up and carefully fed his hungry hole my cock. Angus moaned deliriously as I made love to him. I kept going until I came inside of him. We snuggled down together and kissed. Angus smiled as he closed his eyes, going to sleep in my arms. I no longer had any doubts.

The phone rang the next morning and I opened one eye and stared at it. It kept ringing. Persistent thing.

"Hello?" I answered it and looked around for Angus.

"Is Angus with you?" Charlie Sheen asked. "Nobody's answering the phone in their room."

I was out of bed in seconds. I grabbed my shorts and grabbed my gun, and after a quick search of my rooms went out onto the porch where my shoes were. After getting them on I went next door where Angus and his parents were. The glass sliding door was open and I inspected the lock. It had been forced. I moved quietly into the room, my gun up in front of me. A fight had taken place. The room was a mess. I didn't see any blood on the floor or the walls. A good sign. I checked the closets and the bathroom. Nobody there.

Angus and his parents were gone. This did not look good. I cursed and the reacted when the door flew open, drawing my gun on a cop. We both blinked at each other and then I surrendered my weapon. After ID's had been established, I went back to my room and sat on the bed and tried to think. My phone rang.

"Hello?" I replied.

"Danny?" a very scared Angus said.

I jumped to my feet. "Angus, are you all right?" I asked as I waved frantically to a cop.

"For now. This guy grabbed my folks and me this morning. I don't know where we are right now. He wants five million bucks from you to get me back. He'll call you in an hour," Angus said and the line went dead.

I came close to mangling the phone. The turkey from the other night had been a diversion and all of us had fallen for it, hook, line, and sinker. I felt completely stupid. I sat down and tried to get my brain working. I needed a plan.

***

Said plan materialized an hour later. The retired Seals stepped in and offered to help. The money would be borrowed from a local Federal reserve and the suitcase would be bugged. What I didn't know was that a second plan had been hatched and that it would involve a second tracker being planted on the suspect car. I got the call just as the money was delivered.

"Mr. Barnes," the smooth voice said.

South America. Had to be. I suddenly wondered if any of Evan's old people was behind this. I'd find out soon enough.

"What you want," I snapped.

"Temper, temper, Mr. Barnes. Just do what I tell you and young Angus will be just fine," he said.

I took a breath and managed to curb my temper. The cop next to me nodded.

"Now, shall we get down to business?" the voice asked.

The more he talked, the more I flipped through my mental rolodex of names, faces, and voices of those I had tangled with in the past and it finally stopped at one voice. But it couldn't be him. I had popped him on a mission in South America a few years ago for using little kids to make his drugs.

"Manuel del Varge," I breathed.

The laughter from the other end startled me. "Very good, Señor Barnes! I thought you had forgotten."

The cop shivered as my eyes turned blood red with anger. "I never forget a child abuser. You're mine, slime ball. Better start digging your grave, bub."

He laughed again. "Promises, promises. Fortunately I hold the cards now. I haven't forgotten how you destroyed my operation. Revenge will be mine, not to mention five million dollars to start it up again. Little Angus will be my first slave."

I was shaking from fury. The cops looked at me and motioned for me to calm down.

I took a deep breath and relaxed. "The money is being assembled as we speak. I estimate another hour before I have it."

"Good," Varge's voice purred. "I shall call within the hour."

He hung up and I stood there for a moment and then put the phone down. Someone handed me a cup of coffee and I sipped at it until I was calm once again.

"How do you know this guy?" a cop asked.

I leaned against the table and sighed. "I used to be Navy Seal. I was on a mission to Columbia on a different matter and during the mission I found out about this guy. After the mission was done I went looking for him with a few friends. We found his operation and destroyed it and freed the kids he had imprisoned that he forced to make his drugs for him. I was sure he died when the mansion went up."

The cop grinned. "Good. I'm sure Hawaii will want to have him as a guest in our gray-bar hotel. They'd love him there."

"Then here's your big chance to have him when I'm done with him," I said.

There was a knock on the door and the closest cop answered it. Two men entered with a pair of large suitcases between them. They set them down and nodded.

"All set," they reported.

I nodded. I turned to my war bag and pulled out a six inch S&W .357 and a screwdriver and went to work. I removed the grips I had on it and turned to the cops.

"Anybody got another transmitter that would fit in here but not interfere with the workings?" I asked.

The tech smiled and dug into his box. A moment later we had a transmitter secured inside the frame and I put the grips back on and then reloaded it with 245-grain hollow points. If Varge was going to take whatever weapons I had off me, it would be this one. I could afford to lose this one.

"That should give us an extra edge," I said.

The cops nodded. "Good thinking."

Now the wait for the phone call started.

Said phone call came in right on the nose. I picked up on the third ring and heard his slimy voice come down the wire.

"Señor Barnes. I trust you have the money now?" he asked.

I nodded. "Yes. I would like to talk to Angus first."

"Of course. Your young friend has a lot of spunk, and I like that. It will be so much fun to break him," Varge said.

I controlled my temper as I heard a voice in the background. Then Angus came on.

"Danny?" he asked, really scared.

"Hey kid, how ya doing?" I asked.

I heard him take a breath. I'm okay, thanks for asking. You're so sweet."

Angus emphasized the word sweet. I looked around the room at puzzled faces.

"Thanks for saying so, Angus. Now just relax and hang in there. Every thing will be fine," I said.

"You and your folks okay?" I asked.

"Yes," he said, sounding a bit more steady. "He's feeding us and giving us plenty of pineapple juice to drink. I do get a bit dehydrated from time to time."

I got more puzzled looks. "That's good. Let me talk to him now."

"Okay," he said and handed the phone over.

"I hold all of the cards, Señor Barnes. Soon I shall have you in my hands, and we shall play a little game, yes?" he chuckled.

"Sure," I said. "Just tell me where you are."

He laughed. "Cell phone number please."

I gave him mine and a cop quickly opened the back and copied down some numbers and put the battery back in place and turned it on. The phone in my hand went dead. A moment later my cell went off.

"You answered quickly. Very good," Varge's voice said. "Now this is what we will do."

I won't bore you with the details of the hide and seek game we played. As I drove the car towards the meeting place, I kept going over in my mind what could happen. However, there wasn't any thing I could do until I had found Angus. Then it would be a different ballgame.

I pulled into the back of a taco stand on the edge of town and waited. I looked up into my rearview mirror and saw the black van pull in behind me. A man got out of the van and walked up to my window. I looked into the scarred face of Manuel del Varge.

"Been a while, Señor Barnes. I have looked forward to this day," he smiled.

I pulled my gun and pointed it at him and he smiled. He raised his hands and suddenly something stung me in the neck. I saw his face get blurry as I realized he'd shot me with a dart with sleeping juice inside it. I fell over as every thing went black.

I woke up sometime later and found myself tied to a chair. I blinked as I woke up, regaining my senses. I looked around the place and suddenly realized what Angus had been trying to tell me. I was inside an abandoned pineapple processing plant. I grinned. Smart kid for trying to tell me what was up. I heard a noise and looked behind me to see a couple inside a cage. That had to be the Smithes.

"Are you okay?" the man called out.

I nodded. "For now. I'd much rather be wearing something else other than these ropes."

The man laughed at my joke. "We much rather be somewhere else ourselves."

"Where's Angus?" I asked.

"We don't know. That nasty man took him somewhere after he tied you into the chair," the lady said.

I leaned over and began to check things out. As far as I could see, there wasn't anything hooked to the chair that would go boom when I moved. Mistake number one. I looked up when I heard him approaching. A smile covered his face.

"So nice to know I got the drop on you nasty do gooders this time out," he chortled. "Don't worry, you'll be checking out soon."

Now I knew for sure he was cracked. He smiled as he drew a box of matches out of his pocket and slowly dragged one along the side of the box and it lit. He held it up and examined the tiny flame.

"Fire is such a powerful thing. It cooks our food, warms our homes, provides light at a campfire, destroys things, and kills," he said, leering at me. "The fire you set to my house nearly killed me. It ate into my face, destroying my good looks. It destroyed every thing I worked so hard for."

"Things you bought with the drug money earned off the backs of the child slaves you had," I remarked.

"You took from me things that were not yours to take. You took my drugs and burned them all. You took my slaves and freed them. You nearly took my life. That cannot be forgiven. Now it is my turn to take from you your life, and the boy that is your friend. Goodbye Señor Barnes," he hissed, and dropped the burning match into a pile of rags a few feet from me.

The rags must have been soaked in gas, because they went up fast. I watched him laugh his head off and then walk away. Doom on you, fucker. That was your last mistake. I managed to get to my feet and tiptoed slowly to the edge of the floor. I looked over the edge and saw the drop to the next one wasn't too far down. I turned around and faced the couple in the cage.

"Be right back," I said, and then leaned backwards.

My landing wasn't the best one, but it did accomplish what I wanted, and that was to break the chair. I got loose of the ropes and quickly climbed up to the floor. The fire was spreading fast. I hopped on one foot as I retrieved my lock pick tools from the heel of my boot, and then put it back together. I ran to the cage and had it open in seconds. As I got the Smithes out of the cage, I heard what sounded like a truck crashing through a wall downstairs. I ran to the table nearby and didn't find any weapons. I guided them to the stairs and down them. I could hear sirens outside and knew the fire department was here. Good. The transmitters must have worked really well then.

Two firemen appeared out of the smoke and guided the couple outside as I found a couple boxes on a nearby table. Opening them I found two H&K MP-5 subguns and a dozen loaded clips for them. I quickly loaded one and shot out the skylights, letting the smoke out fast. Now I could see much better. I jogged towards the back of the plant and found the escape route Varge used to escape. I found a second boat tied up but I didn't touch it. I didn't trust it. I looked up when I heard the growl of some seriously mean engines coming towards me. A man brought a boat into the dock.

"Go get him Weasel," the man said.

I jumped in as he pushed me off. "He went south!"

I hit the throttles as I turned the boat nearly on a dime and the engines kicked in big time. The boat roared out of the docks area and out to open sea. I looked at the beeping device on the dash and realized it was a receiver, picking up a transmitter device. Varge. Son of a bitch must still be wearing the six shooter he took off me. I grinned.

"Bad boy, bad boy, whatcha gonna do when I catch your ass," I sang as the salt air rushed past my face.

Two miles up in front, Angus huddled on the floor as Varge whistled merrily. Angus was scared. He looked up at the man and wished there was a way to escape.

"Don't worry, boy!" Varge laughed. "You'll love my new house! You'll be my very personal houseboy, there to take care of my needs when I want some nice boy ass to fuck, and a hot mouth to suck my manhood!"

"Fuck you!" Angus shouted.

The man looked at him and then kicked him in the face. Angus went sprawling backwards and landed on his back.

"I'll do the fucking if you don't mind," Varge snarled.

He pulled the six-shooter and placed it within easy reach on the dashboard as he stood up and continued his driving. Angus moved until he was sitting up against the side of the boat seat inside of the little cabin. That left Varge wide open. Mistake number three.

It didn't take me long to catch up. I used the spotting scope on the Dragenov 7.65 mm sniper rifle I found in the boat. I didn't know how it got there, and I wasn't about to ask at the moment. I was glad it was there. Varge must have sensed something because he turned around and saw me coming. The shock on his face was priceless.

"Here I come to save the day!" I sang out in glee.

He whipped the six-shooter off the dashboard and fired all six rounds in a panic. I stayed down until all six rounds had gone past me. I rose up and took up the Dragenov in hand and sighted down the scope and then fired. The round hit his left shoulder, picking him up and throwing him against the steering wheel. That set him off. He ducked down for a moment and then came up with a subgun of his own and shot out the entire clip in one go. I waited until he was done and then came back up and shot him once more. That really set him off. He grabbed a long tube and pointed it at me. That's when Angus reacted. He used his left foot to kick at the joystick causing the boat to go in reverse quickly. That in turn knocked Varge off balance. He fired the rocket nearly straight up into the sky.

I had only one chance at this. I slowed down a little and came alongside his boat. Angus was quick to react to the lucky break he'd created and jumped. The stunt paid off as Angus rolled into the back of the boat unharmed. I shoved the throttles forward hard and took off fast. The rocket came down seconds later. When the smoke cleared, it was obvious the rocket had removed the front end of the boat. Then a totally deranged Varge stood up with another subgun.

He was a total mess, covered in his blood. He opened fire on us as we sped away, the bullets pinging off the engine cover. I turned to watch him slowly sink into the water along with the second half of the boat. Before I could act to save his life, shark fins broke the surface and charged. I knew it was too late. His eyes bugged out as he shrieked loudly in Spanish and then the shark yanked him under. He came up twice more as I charged back towards him, my own subgun working to try and save him. Then he went down for the final time. Manuel del Varge was dead.

***

I turned the boat towards the shore and headed back. I untied Angus and he wrapped himself around me tight. I rubbed his back for a moment to reassure him.

"Is it over now?" he asked.

I nodded. "It's over."

Then Mr. Murphy chose to make his long overdue entrance. The engine began making choking sounds as the boat slowed down and then stopped as the engine died.

"What the fuck!" I exclaimed.

I looked around the back of the boat and discovered bullet holes in the cover. There was gas leaking out two or three of the holes and I knew why. At least we didn't get blown up. I sighed.

"Good news, bad news scenario," I said. "Bad news is that he shot the engine up. We're dead in the water."

Angus looked puzzled as I headed down into the cabin area. "What's the good news?"

"Radio still works, there's plenty of food and water, a thick sleeping bag and a few pillows. Gonna be some time before they find us," I said, raising the radio mike.

Angus put his hand on my hand and pushed the mike away from my face. "Why be in such a hurry to be rescued? I need to thank my hero properly."

I smiled at the idea. "What do you have in mind?" I asked.

He stood on his tiptoes and kissed me. Then he stepped back and slowly stripped naked while giving me the come hither look.

"For your eyes only," he whispered as he exposed his boy body to me.

I dropped the mike and took him into my arms and we kissed. Angus slowly stripped me naked and we stretched out on the opened wide sleeping bag and began making love. His young boy body against mine had me hard in seconds.

"He sure comes to attention quick. He needs a reward," Angus whispered as he took my cock into his mouth and began sucking me off.

I closed my eyes and shivered. His young wet warm mouth felt good on my cock. No doubts in my mind anymore. I sighed as he sucked my cock into his throat. I moved until I was able to reach his cock and started pleasuring him as well. For the next five minutes we 69ed, enjoying each other's cock. I was starting to reach my point of no return when Angus slipped off my cock, pushed me onto my back and then straddled my hips. He took my cock in his hand and guided it to his hole. He slowly pushed himself down on my cock. I could feel my cockhead open his young boy pussy lips and slip inside of him. Angus let his head go back and he moaned out loud in pleasure as he continued to push down onto my cock. Finally he was sitting on my hips and he looked down at me and smiled.

"He feels so good in there. I love having him in there," he sighed.

Angus began to bounce up and down on me, my cock moving inside his ass. He had an incredibly tight ass and I loved it. Angus began to scream out in pleasure as he fucked himself on my cock.

"Yes… oh God… so good… love this… fucking me… uh!" he screamed out loud, his young soprano voice getting louder each time.

I finally had enough. I pushed him off and put him on his back and grabbed his ankles, spreading his legs wide. Angus grabbed my cock and guided it back to his hole.

"Fuck me Danny! Fuck me hard!" he yelled.

That's exactly what I did. I shoved in and started rabbit fucking the little boy. He damn near went wild as I rode his little boy ass hard. Angus panted, whined, moaned, and yelled out his joy the entire time I fucked him silly. Finally I reached my breaking point.

"Gonna fill your ass with my man cum right now!" I yelled as I unloaded, shooting my cum through my cock and into his tight well fucked ass.

Angus writhed underneath me as I ejaculated deep inside of him, seven or eight hard shots of hot man cum. Both of us cuddled each other once I was done fucking Angus. He smiled up at me as we kissed.

"How long before they find us?" he asked.

I sighed. "I have no idea."

He smiled and I had the feeling he wanted to go again. I just hoped I could keep up with him. To my surprise I did.

They found us the next day after I made the call at sunrise. We had spent the night having the most intense sex I'd ever had. I knew Angus would be taken to the hospital and be examined, so I searched the boat for some kind of cleaning gear to clean him out and to my surprise I did find an enema kit.

Angus understood why I was cleaning him out and decided to tell them Varge hurt him but I had arrived on the scene before he could do any more. I agreed with that story. The Coast Guard came alongside and we got onto their boat. I gave them the story that I had to hotwire a lantern battery to the radio to call out and they bought it.

The reunion with the parents was heartwarming. I was glad to see them back together again. I had a family at one time but they had passed on and I was alone. Well, not quite alone. Logan and his sons had made me their brother and Uncle and that made me feel warm inside to know that someone cared for me. I watched Angus go off with his parents and at that moment I wanted to go home and be with my family. It was time to go home.

This is written in Sammo's POV.

It was a few months after the England trip we told you about in chapter 24. Things were slow, most of our friends were either working in the recording studio or taking much needed breaks at home with their families. There was no doubt that we were in a slow period right now and while that was kind of nice I wanted some action. Sometimes I really do need to be careful of what I wish for. It might not what I want it to be. Case in point, I am now at twelve thousand feet [3,500 m] in a Delta Airline jet with Shiro at my side. I am headed to the Keole Family home on Kauai. My mother called to tell me my Grandfather is dying. It was one of his final requests that I be there. According to Mom, it caused one hell of a fight between my father and grandfather, but my grandpa won out. I knew I was in for a hard time and having Shiro with me would help me through it. I was glad he was there. I felt his hand around mine and I looked over at him.

"Hang in there, Sammo. Everything will be fine," Shiro said.

I nodded. "I hope so."

I turned back to the window and looked out. It was now late afternoon. We left Denver early morning after getting the phone call. Shiro had flipped on the computer as I was talking to Mom and ordered us a pair of tickets to the Island of Kauai with an open return. We'd take a heavy jet out to the main island first, and then get a smaller plane to Kauai. I was getting tired of traveling and wanted to be there right now. I looked up as the seatbelt lights came on. Good. We were landing at last. I put my belt on and watched out the window as the plane came down for a perfect landing. We got off and headed for baggage claim to get our duffle bags and then head to the check in for the next flight. It turned out to be a seaplane. I smiled at the sight of it. I'd never been on a seaplane before so this would be an experience. We boarded, and by some weird stroke of luck, we were the only ones on board. "I can drop you on the beach in front of your house sir," the pilot said to me. "All I need is the coordinates."

That worked out better than I hoped. The hatch closed and the plane fired up the engines. It turned toward open water and took off nice and smooth. Shiro punched in something on his GPS and then showed it to the pilot. He nodded his head and turned back to his controls. Shiro sat back down next to me and for the next two hours held my hand. He didn't have to say anything; his holding my hand was comforting enough. It also gave me strength for what was about to happen. I looked up as Shiro nudged me. The plane was beginning to descend and I looked at my dive watch. The time was nearly six in the evening. I watched as the water came closer and then we were right on it. I blinked. This guy really knew his stuff. I hardly felt any bumps from the landing. The beach got closer and then we were on it. Shiro and I climbed out and shouldered our duffels and waded through the surf as the plane managed to turn around and plowed through the surf back out to sea. A moment later it lifted off into the night sky. I turned around and looked up the beach towards the house in the distance. Shiro followed me up the beach to the house a quarter mile away. I could see people on the back porch. As I got closer, I could make out my parents, an older brother, and an uncle. I took a breath and let it out. I was really nervous now. I could feel Shiro's hand on my shoulder and I turned to see him there. "I'm right here," he said quietly.

I turned and walked up to the porch. Mom was the first to see me. Dad just glared at me and then walked away. Mom hugged me tight. My uncle and brother Chris shook my hand. Then I heard a noise behind me and I turned to see Grandfather standing there. He looked old. I could feel tears in my eyes as I walked over to him. We hugged each other. "Welcome home Grandson," he said.

I was home again.

Shiro stayed out on the porch as I helped Grandfather back to his bed. He lay back and sighed as I made him comfortable. "Thank you Sammo," he said. "I am happy to see you again."

I smiled. "I'm glad to see you again, Grandfather."

"That face you make, do I look so old to young eyes?" he asked me.

I sighed. "I've always remembered you as a strong person, able to go all day without stopping. It's hard for me to deal with this."

He took my hand into his. "You must understand that this is all a part of life. To the well ordered mind, death is but the next great adventure."

"I know, but it's so hard to accept it," I said.

"I will never be gone. I will live on inside of you. I will be there when you need me most. I am a part of you," he said to me. "I accept you for who and what you are. You cannot help what you are. All I wish for you is to be a good man."

"Thank you Grandfather. I guess I needed to hear that," I said.

He smiled and patted my hand. "Good. My time is not yet come. There will be plenty of time for us to talk."

I stood up and kissed him on the forehead. "I love you, Grandfather."

I looked to see Mom and my Uncle Gordo standing there in the doorway. They smiled and nodded at me. I walked out into the hall and Uncle Gordo followed me. "Just to let you know I accept you as well. Just about everyone in the family does, except your Dad. After all, it is your business and your life, not his. If it comes down to it, I will try to kick some sense back into my brother. He was always stubborn, especially when we were kids. Gave my parents headaches sometimes," Uncle Gordo said. "For now, I decided to put you and your partner into the guest house at the edge of the property. Your Dad shouldn't give you any problems there."

"Thanks Uncle Gordo," I said.

I walked out of the main house by way of the glass sliding door and went to the guesthouse. I found Shiro unpacking our duffels in the bedroom. He turned to me as I walked. "I'm okay," I said. "Gonna be hard to deal with this."

Shiro nodded then hugged and gave me a gentle kiss. I looked into my love's eyes and a smile joined the tears trickling down my cheeks. "Thanks Shiro," I said.

I went back into the living room area and sat down in a recliner and let my mind wander. Memories of days past came back to me and I smiled at each one of them. I thought about Grandpa and the good times I had with him when I was much younger. I always remembered him as a strong man, able to keep up with us young kids, able to go all day long without stopping. It was hard to see him being so old and knowing his time was coming. I dreaded it. I didn't want him to die. I wanted him to live forever. I looked up as Shiro sat down on the couch next to me with a cup of tea. I nodded and took it from him and sipped it. The sky slowly turned dark outside as the evening shadows grew. Shiro stood up and turned on the lamp in the living room and then got busy with the fireplace. As he stepped back after replacing the screen in front of the fireplace, the front door opened and my Father walked in. I stood up and faced him. "Hello, Dad. Nice to see you," I said.

He crossed his arms. "I want you out of here at first light. You do not belong here."

"I am a Keole. I have every right to be here. My Grandfather is dying, and I wish to see him before he leaves this life," I said firmly. "You are not a Keole. I declared you dead a long time ago," Dad snapped. "I feel sorry for you," I said, changing tacks. "It is too bad you hate your son so much that you have become the kind of person I detest the most."

Dad turned around and stomped out. "That went well," I said, turning around.

Shiro sighed. "Just try and be nice to him, okay?"

I nodded. "I will love. I'm kind of tired so I am going to bed. See you in the morning?" I said.

Shiro smiled. "I'll be in with you in a few minutes. I want to call Dad back home."

"Okay. Tell him hi for me," I said.

I went into the bedroom and crawled into bed. I hoped tomorrow would be a better day. Sometimes things do work out and sometimes not.

Shiro and I walked into the house the next morning after having breakfast in the kitchen of the guesthouse. The house was full of family and I was glad to see them all. I spent a few minutes saying hello, shaking hands, hugging people, and introducing Shiro. My father constantly hovered over me and I knew why. He was making sure I didn't try anything with the younger boy cousins and that annoyed me. I have Shiro, why would I want any one else? I blew it off and then led Shiro down the hall to Grandpa's room. He was sitting up, a couple of pillows supporting him. Mom, Uncle Gordo's wife, and one of my younger nephews were in the room. Mom stood up to say hello to me. Dad had followed us down the hall and stood at the door.

"Mikey leave the room please," he ordered the boy.

"He is fine son," Grandpa said.

"I don't want him in this room with him," Dad said, pointing to me.

Grandpa sat up. "I wish him here. Anybody is welcome to be in here. Now leave." It seemed to me Grandpa was on a short fuse this morning. I wondered if he had an argument with Dad last night.

"Sammo, get out of this room," Dad ordered.

I faced him. "No." Next thing I knew I was face first into the wall. Dad had grabbed me by the front of my shirt and slammed me into the wall. Now he was dragging me out of the house as I followed him, dazed. Once the morning air hit my face, I snapped to. I managed to break his grip on my shirt and returned the punch, a hard right into his face. Dad staggered back and before he could return the punch, Grandpa's voice rang out.

"That is enough!" he shouted. "Sammo, are you okay?"

I turned to look at Grandpa. "I'm fine, Grandpa. Just need to clean up a bit."

Grandpa turned to my Dad. "I will deal with you later." He turned and went back into the house. Dad turned back to me and unleashed a verbal assault that had the smaller kids running for cover.

I stood there with arms crossed and stared him down. "You know, I've fought against some of the worst humanity has to offer, I never thought you would be one of them. You proved yourself to be not human," I said then turned around and walked away. I didn't look back. If I had, I would have seen Dad standing there looking totally shocked. I was actually handling this better than I thought I would. I went back into the guesthouse and stripped off my shirt. There were a few bloodstains on it so I tossed it into the sink. I wiped my face off and then got a clean shirt from my bag and pulled it on. I went back into the living room area and was surprised to see Mom and Uncle Gordo there.

"Are you okay son?" Mom asked.

I smiled. "I'm fine, Mom. Just a little bruised."

"I'll kick his ass," Uncle Gordo growled.

"Leave him be, Uncle Gordo. He'll come around eventually," I said.

Mom sighed. "I hope so."

"Just give him a little time is all," I said.

Fate sometimes has a tendency to speed things up, even if we don't want it to. I had no idea I'd prove myself very soon, and get help from an unexpected source. Shiro and I would join Grandpa on the porch whenever he wanted to sit outside during the day. He told stories of his youth growing up in the Hawaiian Islands, and even though I've heard them countless times before I still enjoyed hearing them. Shiro enjoyed hearing them as much as I did and the younger kids would sit quietly and listen, too. Naturally Dad was watching me. What the hell, does he think I'm gonna try something in front of everybody? He was starting to drive me nuts. I managed to keep cool and continued to listen to Grandfather. When he got tired and went in, Shiro and I headed down to the beach and walked along the shoreline. Uncle Gordo and one of the older cousins came down with the younger kids and watched them play in the surf. The scene looked so calm and peaceful. I relaxed a little and felt the tension flowed right out of me. Shiro put his arm around me and I felt even better.

Uncle Gordo came up next to us. "Did I tell you guys about the big luau going down Saturday night? Supposed to be a big celebrity there," he said.

I grinned as I turned to Shiro. "You got to see this. Gonna be lots of fun."

"Can't wait," Shiro grinned back. I had to laugh at his expression. A Hawaiian luau has to be the best party one can find here in the islands. Tons of food, good music, great dancing, and the shows featuring traditional dances and song is the absolute best part. I wondered who the celebrity would be. Well, I'd find out when we got there. I couldn't wait for Saturday to come. "Is Grandpa going?" I asked.

Uncle Gordo nodded. "I think it will be the last time he will be leaving the house, guys. Don't ask me how I know this, I just do."

"Then we'll have to do what we can to make it a good time for him then," I said. "Where's Uncle Joe, by the way?"

Uncle Gordo sighed. "I can't tell you that, Sammo. Sorry about that."

"No biggie, hope he shows up," I said.

Uncle Gordo smiled. "So do I."

I turned to see one of the younger kids racing through the surf and laughing excitedly. The day was starting to get better.

Saturday night rolled around. Grandpa was looking very good, almost like the person I remembered. Shiro and I rode with Uncle Gordo while his wife drove a car full of kids. Uncle Gordo suggested it was to keep the peace with Dad. I agreed with the idea. Best not tempt the fates. We got there and Grandpa was led to the Honored guest's place. He definitely was in a good mood and Dad seemed to relax once he saw I was sitting way down at the bottom of the table away from the younger kids, once again Uncle Gordo's idea. The party got started and things were happening. I can't remember the last time I had eaten so well, sorry Logan. Shiro looked like he was enjoying the food as well. I was having too much fun and barely missed the announcement that a celebrity had shown up for a special performance. It turned out to be some Don Ho wannabe. I just sighed and continued to enjoy the party. It looked like Grandpa was enjoying it as well. That was important.

Grandpa slept most of the day on Sunday. That gave Shiro and me time to ourselves. We went for a long walk on the beach, heading down towards the small resort clear down at the other end. The family was out and about town, I think one of the cousins my age was further down on the beach where surfing was allowed. We talked about a few things, I don't remember what they were my mind was on Grandpa. Suddenly Shiro nudged me. "Check out the crowd ahead of us," he said.

I looked up so see a gang of surfers standing in a circle and it looked like they were harassing somebody. "That doesn't look good," I said.

We broke into a run and arrived on the scene in time to hear one of them. "Kick the little faggot's ass, bro!" one of them said.

I saw a kid lying on the sand and he slowly lifted his head. To my horror and shock, it was the cousin that had gone surfing. I reacted as one of the guys behind him reached for his hair.

"Leave him alone!" I yelled, charging the kid who was grabbing him. I gave him a good right into his face as Shiro pushed his way through and turned to defend Charlie.

"Hey, looks like we got us a bunch of faggots!" one said, and that was what started the fight. Two against ten is hardly a fair fight, but Shiro and I were much better trained than they were. The battle was progressing along nicely with them doing their best to pound us under the sand. I had just put down a third guy when something slammed into another guy behind me in a blur and put him down hard. Face into sand; that has to hurt. I blinked when I saw who it was. "Billy?" I said in surprise.

Billy Golman smiled, "Thought I'd join the party. I don't like seeing my friends get bested by a bunch of brainless clowns."

"Another fag?" a guy yipped, "You a fag too?"

"And damned proud of it," Billy growled as he parked a right hand into the guys gut, knocking him a few feet back. Charlie managed to get his feet back under him during the exchange and joined the action. Now it was four against ten. The odds just got better. We continued the brawl, pounding the big macho surfers into the sand until only one was left.

"He's mine," a battered Charlie said. Billy, Shiro, and I backed off to watch Charlie get in the last licks. The surfer charged, swinging. Charlie ducked under the punch and showed him the proper way to punch, introducing his hand into the guy's gut. The guy backed off, arms around his stomach.

"I owe you something," Charlie said quietly. He quickly introduced his foot into the guy's groin. The guy folded over and dropped like the sack of shit he was and squeaked as he held onto himself. "Gee, fondling himself on a public beach. No shame," Charlie cracked as the crowd watching laughed.

"Come on up to my room and I'll help you clean up," Billy said.

We followed Billy into the resort and to his room. I sat down by the glass sliding door as Shiro checked Charlie's injuries first and then Billy's. Then he turned to me as Billy and Charlie sat down in chairs with cold sodas. I pulled off my shirt and let Shiro check me out. Both Billy and Charlie were shirtless, their shirts having been torn to shreds in the fight. Billy looked like he'd been working out and developing nicely. Charlie was a bit on the lean side and he looked nice. I noticed the way he was looking at Billy.

"What happened, Charlie?" I asked as Shiro pulled what was left of his own shirt off and sat down.

"I went down there to surf for a bit. I was sitting on my board resting for a bit and watching one of the guys when his friends came up and started harassing me. Then they told the guy I was perving over him and he started pounding on me. I tried to fight back but there were too many of them," Charlie said. "Then you guys were right there and trying to help me. Then I heard Billy say something about being proud of being gay and start fighting with those guys."

"You're not seriously hurt, are you?" I asked.

"No. Billy, did you mean it when you said you were gay?" Charlie asked.

Billy nodded, "Have been for some time. I came out to myself four months after I met Shiro and Sammo, and then two months later I came out to my folks. They accepted me and told me they still loved me, no matter what. All Dad would say is that I should be careful if I had sex with anybody."

"How do you know Sammo?" Charlie asked. "Let me answer that," I said.

Charlie listened as I told him about Samurai Inc. and my life at Logan's Mountain.

"Wow, that's so cool," Charlie said.

"That it is," I said.

"Logan doesn't mind about you guys?" Charlie asked.

Shiro shook his head. "Nope, he loves us unconditionally."

"Do your folks know about you?" Billy asked.

Charlie looked away. "I'm afraid to tell them because I think Dad will do to me what Sammo's Dad did to him."

Billy sighed. "I was afraid of what my own Dad would do to me, but he surprised me by being so cool about it. He even went out and got me some books to read and we've talked about it. I feel I can tell him anything now and not worry about it."

I stood up and hugged Charlie. He relaxed and wrapped his arms around me. "I'll help you if you want," I said.

Charlie sighed. "No, this is something I need to do on my own."

Before another thing could be said, there was a furious banging on the door, accompanied by female voices. Billy groaned as the phone started to ring. I picked up the phone.

"Hello?" I replied.

"This is hotel management. Get your ass out now. You agreed to stay low profile and you certainly blew that at the very public fight on the beach," the man said and then hung up on me.

I put the phone down. "Time to get out of Dodge." We did just that, scaling down the palm tree outside the window and running like hell for the tree line nearby. We stayed in the trees halfway down the beach until it was safe to come out of the trees and back down to the beach.

"What brings you out here, Billy?" Shiro asked.

Billy sighed. "New publicist decided I should do a talk show out here in one of the local stations. Thing looked like it was built in darkest Africa. Thank God I didn't have to sing. Doctors want me to take a six month break while my voice goes through its changes. No singing."

"Sorry to hear that," Charlie said.

Billy shrugged his shoulders. "All part of the maturing process. No biggie."

"We can hole up in the guesthouse for a bit and then I'll take you in and introduce you," I said. "Hopefully they won't ask too many questions."

It didn't quite work out that way.

Mom and Aunt Ruth freaked when the four of us stepped into the house. "What happened to you boys?" Mom asked.

I smiled, feeling great. "Hi Mom. Found Charlie on the beach and met a friend of ours."

"The four of you look like you've been through a fight," Aunt Ruth said.

"Well, we did have a slight disagreement with some of the locals," Charlie said.

Moms, aunts, and grandmothers have perfected a method of showing their displeasure by crossing their arms in front of them and looking mad. Mom and Aunt Ruth certainly did a fine job of it.

"Dude, do all Moms go to a special school to learn how to do that?" Billy said, pointing to Mom and Aunt Ruth.

I heard a loud laugh from the doorway. I turned to see Grandpa standing there. "Your Grandmother used to do that with me all the time, Sammo. I could never defeat that move," he said.

That was the breaking point and had everyone in sight laughing. Mom sighed and sat me down in the kitchen to check me over while Aunt Ruth checked Charlie.

"Well, who won the fight?" I heard Uncle Joe's voice in the kitchen.

"We did," Billy grinned as he high fived Charlie.

Charlie looked at us and we nodded at him. He turned to face his Dad. "Dad, can I talk to you and Mom?" he asked.

Uncle Joe nodded. "Sure. Let's go into the bedroom."

I watched them go off into the room. "Who is your friend here?" Grandfather asked.

I turned around. "Oh, I'm sorry. This is Billy Golman. He's a country singer from Rhode Island. He's one of Samurai Inc. clients."

After I made the introductions and gave the appropriate warnings, I led Shiro and Billy to the guesthouse for new shirts and to settle Billy in. "Your Grandfather is cool," Billy said.

I sighed. "Thanks. He's dying, that's why I'm here."

Billy reacted. "Oh God, I'm so sorry."

"Docs say it's just a matter of days now. I can't believe that, he's always been so healthy, never smoked, never drank, and ate right, and always walked five miles a day. It's really hard for me to accept this," I said.

Billy nodded. "I don't think I could handle something like that if it happened to my folks. I don't think people are able to handle things like that. You've heard me talk about a friend of mine who has MS. He died last week."

Shiro nodded. "I saw it on the news. Very sad."

Nothing else was said until Charlie walked into the guesthouse. He looked like a huge burden had been taken off his shoulders. "Your folks took it well," Billy said.

Charlie smiled. "They sure did. I'm still their son, I'm still loved."

"Very cool," I said. "Just hope my Dad doesn't find out."

Unfortunately he did. "You corrupted that boy!" he snarled at me when the four of us showed up for dinner.

That was the last and final straw for me. "I don't know you anymore," I said, raising my head to look at him. "You used to be somebody I looked up to, somebody I really loved. Somebody who taught me many things, somebody I really and truly respected. You were always there when I needed to talk to someone, when I needed guidance. I never ever thought you would be this way, a person so full of hate against people just because of what they are. You are not my father anymore, and you certainly are not a member of the Keole Clan."

With that, I stood up and left the table. A moment later Shiro, Charlie, and Billy followed me out to the guesthouse. I sat down on the couch and sighed closing my eyes. Shiro sat down next to me and put his arms around me. It was comforting to me to have him there. I was glad he had come with me. Charlie lit a fire in the fireplace once the evening chill came in through the patio doors. He went into the small kitchen and made up some sandwiches for us to eat. I felt better once the sandwiches were gone. We made small talk, mostly Billy catching us up on things back home and in Peckertown. Charlie asked a number of questions about the place and we were honest with him about it.

"Sounds like a nice place to visit, but I'd rather stay with my folks now that I know they are okay with me now," Charlie said.

"I have a house out there now," Billy said. "I got it to be close to Powersound Studios whenever I want to record. Lately it's just been a lot of kickback time at home in Rhode Island with my family."

Shiro turned on the stereo in the corner and found a soft music station to listen to. I sat back and sighed. The soft music made me feel mellow and relaxed. Shiro returned to the couch and stretched out, pulling me into his arms. I snuggled down into his arms, feeling safe again. "You two look so happy together," Charlie observed.

I smiled. "We are. It will always be us together, never apart."

"I hope I'm that fortunate," Charlie said.

Billy leaned forward. "Give it time. Don't be in a hurry. Life will bring the right guy to you in its own time, in its own way."

"How do I know its love?" Charlie asked.

Billy smiled. "You'll know by the feeling inside of you."

Charlie looked down at the floor and I had the feeling he wanted to ask something. "Is there something you want to know?" Billy asked, taking Charlie's hand. "Don't be afraid to ask."

Charlie looked up into Billy's eyes. "Can… you show me? I don't… know what to do."

Billy leaned forward and kissed Charlie on the cheek and then stood up, taking his hand once more. He led Charlie to the bedroom where he was staying and led him in, closing the door behind them. We wouldn't see them again until morning.

Billy closed the door behind him and turned to Charlie. "Relax. Let me show you what pleasure is. I won't push you into anything that you are not ready for."

He reached out and lifted Charlie's t-shirt over he head and off him. Billy smiled when he saw Charlie's torso. "You must swim a lot," he said.

Charlie smiled, "High school freshman champion."

Billy moved his hands up and down Charlie's torso, feeling the solid muscle underneath the smooth skin. Charlie sighed as he felt something happening deep inside of him. He watched Billy pull off his clothes except for the blue thong he was wearing. Charlie felt his cock stir inside his boxers at the sight of a muscular Billy standing in front of him in just the blue thong. This had been one of his biggest fantasies and now it was coming true. Billy got on his knees and unbuttoned Charlie's surfer shorts and let them fall to the floor, revealing the young teen's genitals. He watched as Charlie's cock began to swell and grow to its full six inches [15 cm] of prime teen boy cock. Billy brushed his fingertips across the top of the shaft, making Charlie moan out loud. Charlie stepped out of his shorts and turned to Billy. He watched Billy strip off the thong and looked at Billy's seven inches [18 cm] in amazement.

"Wow," he breathed, "you got a nice one!"

Billy smiled. "So do you."

He led Charlie onto the bed. Billy lay on his right side next to Charlie and began to explore his body. Charlie closed his eyes and gave himself up to the feelings. He felt safe with Billy. Billy moved up and over Charlie and began to kiss him. On the forehead, the closed eyes, the nose, the cheeks, and the mouth. Charlie responded back, pressing his own mouth against Billy's. Billy moved down to Charlie's neck and began kissing, licking, and sucking it. That served to turn Charlie on even more. Billy kept moving downward to the top of Charlie's chest, tasting the boy's skin on his lips and tongue.

In his wildest dreams Charlie never imagined it could be this good. He sighed as he felt Billy's tongue lick at his nipples, making him feel like he was flying high. Billy's hands were constantly busy, finding and manipulating each one of Charlie's erotic spots, fondling Charlie's cock and balls.

Billy licked and sucked on Charlie's nipples for a time and then started moving south on the teen's torso once more. He moved his tongue past the solid six pack of abdomen muscle down to his navel. It was an 'innie', the kind Billy liked immensely. He slipped his tongue inside it and gently swirled it around. He felt Charlie shiver uncontrollably and knew he liked it. He wasn't done yet. There was still more pleasure to show the young teen. Billy left the navel and moved down to the "v" that pointed to the very hard boy cock proudly standing up. He moved his tongue tip around the base of the teen cock, making Charlie get very excited. Billy lifted Charlie's legs and folded them back on the teen boy's chest.

Charlie's eyes bugged out when he felt Billy's tongue touch him there. The feelings inside hi were out of control. "Pleasedon'tstoppleasedon'tstop!" Charlie cried out, wrapping his arms around his legs, holding them up.

Billy took his time, enjoying the pleasure just as much as Charlie was. He lapped at the pinkish brown hole, sighing in pleasure. Billy wanted to sink his hard cock inside Charlie, but he didn't, knowing that Charlie wasn't ready for that just yet. Billy spent a few more minutes on Charlie's fleshy gate and then backed off. "Let your legs down," he whispered to the teen.

Charlie let his legs down and then relaxed for a moment, trying to make sense of it all. His mind was filled with the wonderful sensations he had been experiencing. "Don't even try to describe it," Billy whispered, "you'll never find the right words. Just know that you've experienced something good."

Billy then reached for Charlie's cock and began sucking the six inches [15 cm] of boy meat, feeling his own rise to the pleasure. Charlie shuddered and closed his eyes. This was the absolute best yet. Billy bobbed up and down on Charlie's cock as he sucked it, enjoying having a cock in his mouth again. Billy reached for his own cock and began stroking himself off, matching the strokes on his cock with his mouth. Charlie was flying. He felt things he never knew were possible, and he loved it. He shivered in ecstasy, wanting more. He felt Billy's mouth moving on his cock and he was learning pleasure, the kind of pleasure that could never ever be satisfied. He felt his balls slowly draw up close to his body and he knew he was about to cum from the many times he'd masturbated, dreaming of this very moment that was now reality for him. "I'm going to cum," he whispered.

Billy heard and sucked Charlie's cock harder and faster as he wanked himself faster. Charlie tried to hold the flood of cum back but lost the battle a moment later. "Ooooohhhhh Goooooddddd!" he groaned as he felt the wave of cum shoot through his cock and into Billy's mouth.

Billy heard and had his own orgasm, feeling his cum shoot through his cock and out of him. Charlie was experiencing an orgasm that was far greater than any he'd ever had or could remember. He thrust his cock deeper into Billy's mouth as he continued to shoot a few more shots of cum into the country singer's throat. Billy quickly swallowed all that Charlie had to give. Finally Charlie's orgasm ended and he calmed down. Billy looked up to see tears in the boy's eyes. He crawled up and held Charlie in his arms until the Hawaiian teen fell asleep. Billy quickly wiped both of them clean and then got back into bed with him. He pulled the sheet up over them and went to sleep.

I woke up next to Shiro the next morning. I vaguely remember going from the couch to the bedroom. I stretched and smiled to myself, feeling safe and secure in his arms. It was peaceful here in our little world. Nobody or anything could touch us here. Everything that happened to us so far seemed like a bad dream. I sighed once more and gently kissed Shiro on the cheek. I was really glad he was here with me. He was being a great source of support for me and I loved him for it. I sat up and then walked into the bathroom for some much needed relief and then returned to bed. Shiro lay on his side and watched me walk back to bed. "Morning lover," he said in his usual greeting.

I leaned over and we kissed, our lips gently sucking on the other's. Being in love is so awesome. I sat down on the bed and he moved behind me, wrapping his arms around me. "What say we hit the shower and then find out what the rest of the world is up to?" Shiro said with a smile. "Sounds like a plan to me," I said.

As we went into the bathroom, we could hear something on the other side of the wall. It sounded like Billy working his scales again. I had to laugh. "Wonder if Cousin Charlie is returning the favor?" I said.

Shiro grinned. "Hope Billy doesn't strain himself."

Charlie was on his knees in the shower sucking Billycock. Billy leaned back and let the warm water run down the front of his body as Charlie worked hard to return the pleasure from last night. Suddenly Billy whimpered and shot several shots of his unique cum down Charlie's throat. Charlie swallowed it all except for the last bit. He worked it around in his mouth as he stood up. "Very tasty. Such lovely Billy cream," Charlie smiled.

Billy laughed and hugged Charlie tight. "Thanks man."

Both then proceeded to wash each other clean. I was doing the same to Shiro next door. I slowly and gently washed his body clean, enjoying the pleasure of doing so. It's the little things like this that make our relationship so enjoyable. After our morning shower we got dressed and met a very happy Billy and Charlie in the living room of the guesthouse. They didn't have to say anything, they looked relaxed, especially Charlie. I led them to the main house and found everyone except Dad sitting around the living room.

"Morning Mom," I said, hugging her. "I need to apologize for my words and actions last night. It was the last thing I wanted to do."

"No need to apologize, Sammo. Uncle Joe and I took your Dad out back and finally made him see reason. That's why he's not here right now. He's been given time off from here to think things over and I hope he sees the light real soon," Uncle Gordo said. "Now go see Grandpa."

I walked down the hall to Grandpa's room. He looked a lot more tired than he did last night. I had the feeling his time was coming soon. I spent most of the day with him, talking to him and discussing a great many deal things. Grandpa's wisdom is endless, much like Hejiro's. I wish both of them could have met, they would have gotten along great. We even discussed last night's events, and Grandpa assured me that I had acted right and said the right things.

"I need to tell you this, Sammo. I have decided that Gordo will my Heir and will take my place as Head of the Keole Clan. He will also be the executor of my estate as well. Please give him all your support," Grandpa told me.

"I swear on my Honor I will," I said.

He nodded and sighed. "I see you have finally accepted it."

"I still don't like it," I said.

Grandpa nodded once more. "Nobody does, Grandson. Even I wish I could live forever, but I cannot. My time is coming soon. But know this. My Spirit shall ever continue to be with all of you. That I promise you."

Then he sighed once more and closed his eyes. I watched him for a bit longer and then quietly slipped out of his room. He needed his rest. I walked down to the ocean and walked through the surf. The water felt ice cold on my feet but I really didn't notice. My head was still full of the conversation I just had with Grandpa. A lot of what he said was good advice and I knew I could use it when the situations came up. I raised my head and watched the Seagulls dip and soar on the breeze coming in from seaward. I jumped when I heard Dad's voice behind me. "Hello son," a tired sounding voice from behind me said.

I turned to see Dad standing there. He looked like hell. Apparently Uncle Joe and Uncle Gordo weren't kidding when they said they had beat reason back into Dad. "Dad, you look like hell!" I said, stating the obvious.

Dad simply chuckled. He reached up to touch his right cheek. "A result of a conversation I had with your two uncles. They kinda helped me see reason."

I sighed. "Oh Dad. I'm sorry for everything. I'm sorry I'm such a big disappointment to you, being what I am. But I can't change who and what I am. I am still the son you know and love."

Dad walked up to me and put his hands on my shoulders. "You are not a disappointment to me. You are you, and I have accepted that. You are more man than I have been, and you have proven yourself many times over with what you have done with your life. I am glad you have found someone who loves you very much. I was afraid he would lead you into things that are not right, and he hasn't. I am also impressed with the fact that you are part of something good that helps people. This Logan must be a good man to have impressed you so. One day I shall meet him again. For now, I ask you to please forgive a foolish old man for his sins against you."

I smiled and hugged him close to me. "I forgive you, Dad. You have been and will always be my Father and I thank you for that." Both of us turned and headed up to the house, our arms around each other. Grandfather was standing there and he nodded. "I am glad both of you have made the peace between you. Now the Clan is complete," he said.

Mom was just as happy as Grandpa was. Dad turned to Charlie just as Charlie walked into the living room. "Charlie, I owe you an apology. Please forgive me for what I said to you yesterday. It was not right of me. I accept you, and ask that you continue to be the good person that you are."

That made everything complete. Billy smiled and raised his thumbs up to us. Billy pulled me aside later in the afternoon. "I called home and let my folks know the score. To say they are extremely pissed would be an understatement. They want to know if it is okay if I stay with you for a while. I made them aware of what is going on in your family and they send their prayers."

I nodded. "Not a problem, Billy. As a matter of fact, Grandpa wants to ask if you would be willing to do something for him."

"I'll go and see him right now," Billy said. "Then I'll call home and let them know what's going on."

"Thanks man," I said.

I watched Billy go down the hall to Grandpa's room and knew without a doubt that Billy was a great friend, someone that I knew I could count on when I needed help. It's so hard to find good friends these days. Billy knocked on Grandpa's bedroom door. Mom opened it and let him in. "I'm here sir," Billy said, putting his hand on Grandpa's.

Grandpa opened his eyes and looked at the young country singer. "I have had visions of you, young man. Your troubles are just temporary, and you shall return to what it is you do best very soon. You will travel to other countries and sing for great people as well as others. Your name will be respected even more after you make a stand for what you believe is right. I have foreseen this."

Billy bowed his head, believing what he had just said. "Thank you sir."

"I wish to ask one favor from you," Grandfather said.

Billy looked up. "Anything."

"Will you sing at my funeral?" Grandpa asked.

"I would be honored sir," Billy nodded.

Grandpa rested his hand on Billy's head. "Thank you. May the Spirits bless you."

We buried Grandpa a week later at the old cemetery on the top of the mountain overlooking the ocean as the sun set. He passed on early in the morning a couple days after his conversation with Billy, just as the morning sun came into his room. He spoke only two words. "So beautiful," he said, and then closed his eyes for the last time.

We knew it was going to happen, and when it did, it hurt more than I could ever say. Logan and everybody from Samurai Inc. arrived for the funeral. I helped Dad, Uncle Joe, Uncle Gordo, Shiro, and an older cousin carry Grandpa to his final resting place. He could not have chosen a better place to rest in. The view was breathtaking, the setting sun beautiful. I know Grandpa would have pronounced it perfect. I watched the sun move downward as Billy's clear, strong voice carried out over the graveyard, singing Amazing Grace, one of Grandpa's favorite songs. He steps back and Uncle Gordo steps forward, holding the sacred staff of a Shaman. He recites the Shaman's funeral over Grandpa, blessing him and sending him to the resting grounds of Clan Keole. It moves me more than I can say. Billy then steps up and does one more song, and then the funeral is over. We take our leave of Grandpa one at a time. I lay roses on his coffin and wish him happiness in the next life. I turned and walk away, perhaps the hardest thing I have ever done, and yet I feel him inside of me and I know he is a part of me evermore, just as Shiro is a part of me.

Back at the house I introduce Logan and all of Samurai Inc. to everyone. Dad and Logan meet again. Dad makes the peace between him and Logan and I know now he has changed for the good. That makes me even happier. The evening falls and I light a fire in the big fire pit out on the back patio and watch the flames for a bit. The family eventually comes out and surrounds the fire. I reach for Grandpa's Shaman staff and begin to tell a story from my childhood of Grandpa and me. It is a good happy memory, and I can't help but shed a tear. My older brother stands up and I pass the staff to him, and he tells a tale of Grandpa. Before long the staff is being passed around and each one of us is either telling a story of Grandpa or giving a testimonial of the great man that he was. I feel joy deep inside of me and I know he is watching, happy that we have come together to share precious memories of him and that is how it should be. I lay in Shiro's arms as he holds me close that night. Just to have him holding me comforts me. His love for me settles over me like a comfortable favorite blanket and I feel at peace with what has happened. I hope that someday I will see Grandpa once more in that beautiful place that I've head so much of when I sat at his knee when I was but a little boy. I hope he is happy and at peace there.

I listen to Shiro tell me of his parents. I wish I had the chance to meet them. They sound like really nice people. Shiro shares many stories with me of them and I feel close to them. He shows me their picture he carries in his wallet of them and I know that back home in Colorado Shiro has a small shrine set up in a corner of our room that he has the pictures of his parents inside. It is something he tells me that reminds him of his family constantly.

A few days later people begin to leave and go home. Charlie, Billy, Shiro, and I spend an afternoon together talking about things. The three of us help Charlie to understand himself better and I hope we helped him. I make sure he has the numbers to my personal cell and the house as well and tell him to call me if he needs anything. Now it is my turn to take my leave and suddenly I don't want to. Mom and Dad understand what it is I'm feeling. We spend an evening talking about all kinds of things. I promise them I will come home more often. Logan tells them the welcome mat is out for them and all of the Keole Clan as well. I look out the window of the Samurai jet as it takes off into the early morning sun, Mike at the wheel. We are taking Billy to the mountain for a few days and then back home to Rhode Island. Billy sits and shares with me stories of the family he's lost. He smiles at some of the memories and I know he is there with them once more. Maybe that's what Grandpa meant about him always being a part of me. I smile, feeling better about myself once more. Life is good, and it goes on.

Next episode, Sacha and Neil team up. Mayhem ensues. What fun!

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