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Subject: Raising Boys 26 Thanks for all your responses to this story. Comments, questions or even criticism are always welcome at hoo Please remember that Nifty needs our donations to continue to provide these wonderful fty/donate.html RAISING BOYS 26 We got back to Michael's office. We waited in the waiting room for about fifteen minutes before Michael came out with Stewart and Donald. I could tell Donald was tense, but he was maintaining. He went to sit with Jack and I saw Jack take his hand as Michael asked me and Stewart to join him in the office. We went in and he closed the door. *quot;I think things are falling into place,*quot; Michael said. I had earlier had some doubts about Michael, but he was now in his element and I could see he was quite good at taking control of a situation. *quot;Here is the court order, ordering Mrs. Boyd, Janet and Reginald to vacate the property. It is effective as soon as it is served and I will serve it when she walks in the door here for our meeting at one o'clock today. The order states that none of the three of them are allowed on any of the properties designated below. Four our purposes today, that includes the Boyd Farm Machine and Equipment Company at the residence and adjoining property on Tidmore Road. If any of them set foot on the property, they are subject to be arrested. I will make it clear to them that we have every intention of prosecuting to the full extent of the law. All vehicles have been in the name of Bill Boyd and everything should be transferred to Donald's name before noon. I don't know how Bill managed it, but his wife's name is not even on the deed to their home and adjoining property. That was all done before he came to me. I have to think that he was determined to take care of his son. Bill had made a lot of investments and had been quite successful. Rob, you and I will need some time to sit down with those and make some decisions but I will tell you the estate is a considerable one. There is a life insurance policy for one and a quarter million dollars. His checking account alone has a current balance of over thirty thousand. I have already taken the wife's name off and Donald and you are now the only persons to whom that is available. I have canceled all credit cards except the one Donald uses. The only other person authorized on that account was Bill. Donald suggested his mother be provided a debit card with a balance of ten thousand dollars so that her immediate needs can be met. That has been done and I will provide that to her this afternoon. You and I can make a decision as to what Donald will need. Everything is pretty much locked down and a sheriff's deputy will accompany you guys to the home this afternoon so that Donald can get anything he wants or needs from the home. He can actually move into the house if he wishes, but I don't think that would be a good idea until the rest of the family settles down. You need to understand that neither the widow nor the daughter have absolutely any claim whatsoever to anything in that house once the widow is served at one o'clock today. She's probably going to be mad as hell, so just be prepared. I plan to suggest that she accompany her daughter and son-in-law to the airport and board a flight to their home. The debit card Donald has provided will allow her to cover their flights. I will also suggest to her that if her behavior is suitable and appropriate, Donald may be amenable to some type of settlement in the future. I plan to make it very clear that bad behavior on her part will not be appreciated and any bad behavior toward her son will be prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law. We could still file charges on her assault on Stewart at the home, should we choose to do so. I have his affidavit and photos of the wound. That was what convinced the judge to sign off on everything. She will be here at one o'clock and I understand the service is at three. I estimate they will leave the family home no later than twelve-thirty. My advice is to be prepared to go in at that time with a locksmith to change everything over. I will be available here all afternoon and evening. Just call on my cell phone if there is any problem. Here is my number, Rob. I have already given it to Stewart and to Donald.*quot; We stood up to leave and Michael shook both our hands. *quot;Michael, thank you so much for everything. Donald was worried about how he wasn't even sure he could afford to go back to Auburn this semester. I am so very glad to see how his dad provided for him. I look forward to sitting down with you to go over everything and I hope you know that I will appreciate any advice and counsel you are willing to offer. As you know, I am doing the same for Jack and all of his investments are doing well. I plan for us to go to the Farm Equipment Dealership when we leave here to let them know about the status of the estate and to talk with the managers there. Don't hesitate to call me at anytime if there is any information I need. Here is my card with my cell phone.*quot; *quot;Thank you, Rob. I look forward to working with you,*quot; he said. *quot;And on a personal note, thank you so very much for your hospitality to me and my boy yesterday. We had such a great time. In this world, it is very easy to feel isolated. Yesterday was a real treat for us.*quot; *quot;We enjoyed having you guys,*quot; I said. *quot;I hope you will come back soon and visit us often.*quot; So far the day had gone pretty well. I hoped it was not the calm before the storm but something in my gut anticipated the shit might soon hit the fan. The four of us left the office together. We determined we would head over to the Farm Equipment dealership. Apparently the boy's dad had built this business from the ground up, selling a few riding mowers. It was now a giant building, packed with everything from riding mowers for the homeowner to large, commercial equipment. I knew absolutely nothing about the business and neither did Donald, but I had a feeling there would be opportunities for us to learn together. We walked into the building. It was a large, well-lighted reception area with a lot of green plants, some of them very large. I was met at the reception desk by an attractive woman in her mid-thirties. She was very pleasant. She recognized Donald and went out of her way to come from behind her counter to say a few kind words and give him a hug. She told us she had worked for Mr. Boyd for twelve years and he had always been nothing but kind to her and her family. I was getting a feeling that I had missed a lot by not getting to know Bill Boyd. He seemed to be very well thought of by everyone except possibly his wife, his daughter and his son-in-law, Reginald. I couldn't help but chuckle when I thought of a guy whose nickname was `Moose' but his real name was Reginald. I told Darlene we would like to speak with Boots or Shaggy. She said both men had been out all morning on a demo but they had just returned. She sent one of the salesmen to check and see if they were available. The young salesman came back within a couple of minutes. He introduced himself as Denny and said Shaggy were in the office that had belonged to Bill. He said they had invited us to join them in the office. We walked down a long hallway into a very nice office. There was an area with a large desk behind which there was a short hallway, leading into an open area just beyond our line of vision. Donald was feeling thirsty so he, Jack, and Stewart left in search of a soda machine for some refreshment. I didn't see anyone and the salesman had headed back to the sales floor. *quot;Hello,*quot; I called out. *quot;Yeah, right back here,*quot; a booming, masculine voice called out. *quot;Come on back.*quot; I went down the hallway and to my right was large open group shower area. It was brightly lighted and had a center pole with six separate shower heads around it. Under the water was one of the biggest men I had ever seen, soaping his massive body. Next to him stood a much smaller, thin guy with long blonde hair. Sorry, the big guy said, *quot;but we've been out demonstrating some equipment and we got filthy, covered in dust. Couldn't wait to get back here and get cleaned up,*quot; he said. Both guys seemed totally without embarrassment at being buck naked in front of a stranger. I noticed the handsome long-haired guy was soaping his thick, hairy uncut cock and it looked like he might either be getting hard or getting soft after being hard. He just looked at me and smiled, making no attempt to cover his big old tumescent cock. *quot;We'll be done in just a second,*quot; the big guy said. *quot;Denny said your name is Rob?*quot; the big one said. *quot;Yes, Robbie Ross,*quot; I told him. He was now rinsing his body. He was a hairy giant. He had muscled body and was carrying just a few extra pounds. It was apparent he had been an athlete and probably a very good one. There was thick gray hair all over his body except for his shaved head and a cleanly shaved crotch. He had a furry chest, covered with light gray hair which had probably been blonde a few years back. It was weird how his hair completely stopped just below the navel. It looked as if he shaved his balls and I wondered if he shaved his hole too. Shaggy was now lathering his hairy bubble butt and I swear I saw him insert a soapy finger into his hole for just a second. He smiled when he realized I was watching him. I'd be smiling too if I had a cock the size of his. It was thick and long, starting out slim at the top and widening down the shaft to a fat, puckered foreskin. It was funny to see these two naked side by side. Boots was a giant at easily 6'5 or 6'6 and Shaggy who maybe 5'9*quot; standing on his toes. Boots had an average-sized uncut cock while the short guy had what would probably be considered a monster once it was awakened. These two were completely comfortable with their nudity even in front of a complete stranger. The big guy stepped out of the shower and came toward me as he continued drying his body. *quot;I'm Boots,*quot; he said extending his hand. He had a very firm, friendly handshake. *quot;That's Shaggy,*quot; he said, pointing to the guy with the thick, hairy cock under the shower. Now Shaggy turned off his shower head, beginning to dry his body. He dried slowly, seeming to enjoy eyes on his hot compact body. I just watched as both men finished, wrapping towels around their waists. Shaggy came over and offered me a handshake as well. At that point, the other three returned. I saw Stewart's eyebrows raise at the scene of me standing with two strangers dressed only in towels. I introduced Stewart and Jack. Shaggy and Boots recognized Donald and both men pulled him in for hugs. We followed them back into the office area and we all took comfortable chairs. It was a comfortable, well-appointed office. There were pics of a handsome man I assumed was Donald's dad at various industry functions and holding what I assumed to be various awards. There were numerous pictures of Donald, many of them in his Speedos with medals around his neck. In all of the pictures with his son, Bill looked proud as a peacock. Even in these pictures it was obvious just how much Bill had adored his son. Donald,*quot; Boots began, we are all just devastated to hear about your Dad. I think you know how much we respected him much more than just an employer. He was good to us all and he treated all of us like family. He'll be missed badly around this place.*quot; *quot;I couldn't agree more,*quot; Shaggy said. *quot;No one respected your father more than I did. He saw me through some very tough times and I loved him for it. We were all sorry we couldn't attend the service this afternoon. I think every employee here would have been there if we could have.*quot; *quot;Who made the decision to open the business today?*quot; I asked. *quot;I was surprised the place didn't close so that everyone could pay their respects.*quot; *quot;I was told that the business was not to be closed today,*quot; Boots said. I had already started putting out word we would be closing, but then the call came on Saturday morning and we were told it would be business as usual today.*quot; *quot;Are you the General Manager, Boots?*quot; I asked. *quot;Yes sir,*quot; he answered. *quot;I've been Mr. Bill's General Manager since the day we opened this business. That was shortly after we graduated from Auburn. We opened this place with a tent on a piece of land Mr. Bill inherited from his father with six John Deere lawn mowers he bought with money borrowed from his mother. He grew it into the business you see here. He was a hard worker and he's been better to me and my family than I could ever have imagined.*quot; *quot;So, Boots,*quot; I said, *quot;you got a call informing you the business would be open today. Who called you to tell you that?*quot; I had a feeling I knew the answer. *quot;Mr. Bill's son-in-law called me. He said he would be my new boss and instructed me to tell the employees we would be open today just like any other normal workday. I saw Donald's face turning red. Stewart put his hand on the kid's knee. *quot;Did I do something wrong?*quot; he asked. *quot;Not at all, Boots,*quot; I said. *quot;You were doing absolutely the right thing. You assumed Moose was authorized to do that. He was not. Moose will have nothing to do with the business. There is a court order of which I will give you a copy, showing that the executor of Bill's will has complete control over the business. I am that executor. I will act in Donald's interests for the next few years. He is the new owner of the company and Moose will have nothing whatsoever to do with anything. Neither will Mrs. Boyd nor her daughter. As a matter of fact, none of the three are even allowed on this property. *quot; *quot;I am so very sorry,*quot; Boots said. *quot;I would never have done anything to disrespect Mr. Bill.*quot; He walked over to Donald, who stood and went into his arms. This big, strong man was actually tearing up. He was also obviously getting angry. *quot;So that little cocksucker had no authority to tell us anything about the business?*quot; escort kocaeli Boots asked. *quot;That worthless piece of shit was in here this morning when I got here,*quot; Shaggy said. *quot;He was in the cash register but he didn't get anything. We put all the cash in the safe at close of business Saturday. Only Bill, Boots, and I have the combination to the safe so he got nothing.*quot; Donald's face was so red at this point, I thought he might blow. Stewart walked over and put his arm around him. *quot;Donald,*quot; Boots began, *quot;I hope you know how sorry about this I am. Every employee in this building would have been at your dad's service. I hope you know that. Does this mean too that Donald's name being left off the obituary wasn't just a mistake? *quot;You got it, Boots,*quot; I said. *quot;And Mrs. Boyd and her daughter and son-in-law may try to cause trouble. Just know that everything is taken care of legally. Donald and I want you guys to continue to run everything exactly as you would if Bill was still here. If any of those three set foot on this property, call the sheriff's department and our attorney immediately. Do you know Michael Teague?*quot; *quot;Yes, sir,*quot; he said. *quot;I have his number. Mr. Bill told me if I ever had a problem to call him. If I had it to do over, I'd call him as soon as that worthless piece of shit Moose called me. I'll be kicking myself in the ass for a while for not doing that.*quot; That made Donald smile. He went over and gave the man another long hug. Then Shaggy turned and gave him a hug. As he did so, his towel fell to the floor, exposing him. We all laughed as he made no attempt to cover himself and continuing his hug with Donald. *quot;Boots,*quot; I said, *quot;I will leave it to your discretion as to whether you close for the rest of the day. If you have people who want to attend the service later today, I hope they will feel free to do so. I will tell you that it is not being held at Bill's home church and neither Donald nor any of us will be there. If you would like, I think Stewart and Donald and I would be happy to come here or anywhere else at a time of your choice to hold a little memorial service for Bill.*quot; *quot;Yes, sir,*quot; the big man said. *quot;I think we'd all like that a lot.*quot; Shaggy walked up to Donald and hugged him again. He hadn't bothered to retrieve his towel. His hairy, handsome body was on full display as he hugged the kid and said,*quot; Donald, I want you to know that I sure did love your daddy. Four years ago I went through a nasty divorce. I started drinking heavily and doing some drugs. Anybody else would have fired me. Your dad gave me chance after chance and when things didn't improve he sat me down and told me I was going to rehab. He paid for the whole treatment. I haven't touched alcohol or drugs since the day I got out. He had my job waiting and has even promoted me. I don't know where I'd be if not for your father. I loved him very much.*quot; He had tears in his eyes, as we all did, as he hugged Donald one more time. We all said congenial good-byes. I had no doubt we would hear from them immediately if the widder or her minions tried anything there at the dealership. I thought both those guys would love nothing better than an excuse to beat the living shit out of this Moose character. I hadn't even met him and I thought it might be fun. We got back in the car and it was almost 11:30. We discussed what had transpired and we all felt all bases had been covered there. Our next job was to wait for the family to leave the family home and then move in to secure things. Michael had arranged for a deputy to meet us at the home at a quarter of one. We had time for a bit of lunch. I asked the guys what they were in the mood for and we all agreed to go to Fidelio's a little locally owned seafood joint known for its shrimp and very cold beer. It wasn't crowded and we got a table in the corner. Stewart and I ordered beers and we ordered iced tea for the boys. When the boys got back we all ordered shrimp salads. They were delicious, the shrimp was spicy with just the right amount of hot sauce on it and the dressing was a nice, tangy vinaigrette. The hush puppies served with the salad were the best I had ever put into my mouth. After a nice meal and a cold beer, I was feeling a bit less tense. I was thinking things might actually not be as bad as I had feared. Donald seemed more relaxed and I think Boots' and Shaggy's kind words about his father had helped him out. I was having some thoughts about whether Donald's dad may have led a bit of a sort of double life, but I pushed those thoughts down and I certainly wasn't going to let Donald know. The piece of information Michael had told me about him and Bill discussing a foursome was making me question some things, though. We discussed our plan for the rest of the afternoon. If Shirley and the family were due at Michael's office at one, I knew they would be needing to leave the home by 12:30. I thought it best to wait to arrive until a quarter of one just to be safe. The deputy was scheduled to be there at that time so that made me feel better. By the time we finished lunch, it was time to head out. I knew Donald was tense about going back into the home. He had shared with Jack that he was nervous about that. I think the very thought of running into his mom or sister or her husband was fairly terrifying for the kid. Who could blame him for that? We got to the house at exactly a quarter of one. The deputy was parked in the drive. Deputy Willard was a congenial young man. He had known Bill and gave Donald his condolences. As it turned out, they had partnered in a fishing tournament a couple of years before and had ended up winning. As we drove up, the locksmith arrived. I instructed him I wanted all of the locks changed on every door of the house, the triple garage, and all outbuildings. He estimated the work would take approximately one hour so he went to work. Using Donald's key we entered the front door. The home was a large, sprawling rancher. It was nicely decorated but a bit feminine for my tastes. Mrs. Boyd was obviously fond of Mamie Eisenhower pink, as my mom had called it, because there was lots of pink in the house. Mom called it Mamie Eisenhower pink. I had always called it Pepto-Bismol pink. The furniture was nice and expensive. In the formal living room there was a grand piano and several pricey-looking antiques. There was a large den with an entire glass wall, which overlooked a huge pool. Donald had told us how his dad built the pool for him. I could imagine Bill sitting and watching his son swim laps for hours. Again, I wished I could have known him. Stewart saw I was looking sad and he pulled me into the master bedroom for a hug and a kiss. I think he was feeling the same emotions. It was the only bedroom downstairs and it also looked out onto a patio and the pool area. It was quite obvious Bill had done well. Beyond the pool there a beautiful pasture with pristine white fencing and I saw a couple of horses. I wondered who took care of all that and I realized taking care of this kid's stuff was likely to be much more involved than handling Jack's. Fuck, I loved this kid and I knew I was up to it. Stew and I walked up a wide staircase. Donald gave us a quick tour of the upstairs. There were three bedrooms on the front of the house facing the quiet, tree-lined lane. There appeared to be three more bedrooms on the back of the house with a large patio overlooking the pool area. We followed Donald into his bedroom to help him pack and our jaws dropped. Donald's bedroom had been absolutely trashed. It looked as if someone might have taken a baseball bat to all of the pictures on the walls. Pictures of Donald and the man I assumed was his father were smashed with broken glass everywhere. There were gashes in the wall. Sheets and spreads had been stripped off the bed, leaving just a bare mattress. Clothes were everywhere. Donald began to try to pick up his clothes but Stewart stopped him, afraid he would be cut by the broken glass. *quot;Son, this is just stuff. It can be replaced. We'll get new clothes.*quot; All the pictures of my dad,*quot; he said, sadly. Donald was crying big tears. I noticed there was an adjoining door between his bedroom and the one next to it. It was furnished rather impersonally but there were many pictures of Donald, mostly in Speedos and wearing medals. There were lots of pictures of the kid at every age. All of those had the glass smashed as well. *quot;This is where my dad slept.*quot; I got the message. I picked through the glass and retrieved a couple of pictures of him with his dad. I handed them to the boy and he held them to his chest. I pulled him close and held him. *quot;Kiddo, I'll get someone in here and clean up this mess. We'll get them all remounted and framed. I promise you that.*quot; *quot;God dang! What a mess!*quot; The voice from the hall startled us until we realized it was the deputy. He said they had a no show patrol officer at the nearby school and he would have to leave to do crossing duty. He apologized but we told him it would be all right. I was confident at that point the family would be at the service and we should be safe until at least 3:30. It was only a couple of minutes past two right now and the service wouldn't start until three. I suggested we head back downstairs. We went back down to the large family room. Donald got water bottles out of the refrigerator and we all took a seat. I now noticed that one end of the room was nothing but a large glass case displaying what I assumed was his mother's Lladro collection. I had checked out Lladro after Stewart was attacked with a piece and I realized there was easily $70,000 to $80,000 dollars worth of Lladro in the display case not to mention a number of other pieces on the ornate mantle and on tables in this room alone. The picture of the family I was putting together was getting clearer. Mom had banished dad from her bedroom a long time ago. Dad had turned to his son, with whom he had an adjoining bedroom. Mom had built her team consisting of her daughter and a feckless son-in-law. Mom had maintained until the night she actually saw her son and her husband having sex in that large shower at the dealership. Then she attacked. I can only imagine how terrible those last days must have been with his wife threatening to expose him, ruining his reputation and exposing the son he loved more than life. All the pieces were beginning to fit. Donald said he would like to get his car from the garage. He had driven it home from Auburn when he learned his dad was ill and had parked it in the garage designated for him. When he and Stewart fled the home under attack, he had left the car. He was saying how much he loved the car because his dad had bought it for him when he left for school. He was explaining it was a white BMW convertible his dad has surprised him with, having had it customized with stripes in the Auburn colors. I could tell the gift from his dad had been special. He opened the garage door to find the car had been totally trashed. The kid fell to his knees, sobbing. Every bit of glass in the car had been shattered. There were large dents all over the body of the car. The tires had been slashed, apparently with a knife. A bat had been taken to smash the windshield and was still there, half in and half out. *quot;You Goddamn little faggot cocksucker!*quot; a voice was yelling. I looked up to see a baseball bat slamming into Stewart's back, knocking him onto the front of the trashed car. Things happened so fast, I really find it hard to describe. I saw some heavyset guy raising the bat again to go after Donald. I am not a hero but I went after the guy at the same time Jack did. We wrestled for the bat even as Donald went to Stewart. We were trying to get the bat away, but the guy was big and pretty damned strong. Jack let go of the bat and started pounding the guy on the head with his fists. He continued to yell, vicious nasty words at all of us. Eventually I wrested the bat from him as Jack continued to pound his face and head. I took the bat and slammed it into his upper back, knocking him to the ground. He was out. I went to Stewart and Donald, afraid my friend might be dead. He was alive but having trouble breathing. The blow had knocked the breath out of him and he was struggling. I went back to Jack who had found rope and was tying the attacker's hands behind him as he gradually regained consciousness. *quot;Who the fuck are you?*quot; I asked him. *quot;That's my asshole brother-in-law,*quot; Donald said. *quot;He goes by Moose.*quot; Jack had Moose's hands tightly tied behind him but he was kicking and fighting like hell. He had started talking again too, yelling nasty, vile shit at all of us. His favorite words seemed to be *quot;goddamn faggot*quot;. Donald went to a toolbox in the garage and returned with a roll of duct tape which he tore off and covered Moose's mouth with. Moose continued to fight and he even bit Donald's hand as he taped his mouth. I looked at the wound and it wasn't deep or bad but I knew we had to have it looked at. We were all still in shock from the attack, but we began to collect our wits. I knew both Donald and Stewart needed to go to the emergency room. I wasn't sure what to do with Moose. I had an idea. I called Boots' cell phone number. He answered immediately and agreed to come right over. Stewart was breathing better but his breath was still a little ragged. I realized we were getting close to time to pick up all our boys. I made a call to Sam and she said she would pick up Ren and bring him to her house. I then reached Maria who agreed to pick up Flynn and Landry when she picked up Yarro. That taken care of, I took a few deep breaths and waited for Boots. He arrived within twenty minutes. Shaggy was with him. When they saw Moose I think they would have kicked the living shit out of him if I hadn't stopped them. I knew we needed to kocaeli anal yapan escort get Stewart and Donald to the Emergency Room and I had found what looked like a bite mark on my arm. I really didn't want Moose arrested as that would prevent the three of them from leaving town. I also knew that any legal actions would be drawn out and probably extremely painful for Donald. We found Donald's dad's Escalade where Moose had parked it in the drive. I gave Jack the keys and helped Donald to get Stewart loaded into the back. I instructed Jack to take them to the emergency room and told him I would be there shortly. As they were getting into the car, Donald asked if he could use my phone. I gave it to him and he pulled a card from his pocket and dialed a number. I didn't know whom he was calling. Someone answered the call and I heard Donald say, very quietly but very firmly, *quot;Michael, please cancel that goddamn debit card mom has. Thanks.*quot; Now I knew whom he had called. They took off for the emergency room in the Navigator. I knew they were in good hands with my boy Jack. Now Shaggy, Boots and I had to deal with the asshole Moose. I told him to stand up but he refused. He was still trying to yell through the masking tape but it wasn't working. Boots and Shaggy were laughing at him and taunting him which was making him madder by the second. They had a pretty good vocabulary for taunting. I told the asshole to stand up. He wouldn't. He was still trying to kick me and them but we all stayed just out of his reach. I nodded at them and they brought him to his feet. His hands were tied tightly behind him. He was furious. *quot;I think big bad Moose is wearing too many clothes, boys, I said. Does he look hot to you guys? They caught on. *quot;Oh yes, sir, he looks uncomfortably warm,*quot; Boots said. *quot;I think he'd be more comfortable without that nice tie he has on*quot;, I said. Shaggy roughly removed the guy's tie and stomped it into the dirt. I could see in Moose's eyes as he was finally catching on. He didn't like it even a little bit. *quot;I think Moose would be more comfortable without that shirt, guys,*quot; I said. *quot;What do you think?*quot; *quot;Yes, sir,*quot; Shaggy said. I asked the boys to remove his shirt and then hold on a minute. I went up to the house where the locksmith was finishing. I told him where to send the bill and he took off. He had no idea of the drama going on at the other end of the driveway beside the garages. I ran in the house and got the biggest, baddest butcher knife I could find. I came back to the boys and Moose, keeping the knife out of his line of sight. Moose now had on a white wife beater. I could see his hairy body. The boy had hair everywhere, sticking out of his pits and out of the neck of his shirt. His arms were covered in dark fur. *quot;Is he feeling more comfortable without that hot shirt, guys?*quot; I asked. *quot;I think he's much more comfortable now,*quot; Shaggy said. *quot;I think he'd be even more comfortable without that undershirt. *quot;Shaggy, I think you're right,*quot; I said. *quot;Why don't you help him out?*quot; I then produced the knife. Moose's eyes went wide. Boots held him up while Shaggy cut the shirt off his body. More hair. Hair for days. His chest was downright black as the fur covered all of his skin. I could tell he had once been a jock but he had let his body go and he was carrying quite a bit of extra weight now. His tits were those of a young girl about half-way through puberty but covered in black fur. The fur continued into the gray pants he was wearing. I was thinking this boy must have the bush from Hell. *quot;Better be still boy, I said.*quot; I'd hate for these boys to cut off one of them pretty nipples. Boy, are your tittties bigger than your wife's?*quot; I asked. That cracked up Boots and Shaggy and made Moose more furious. *quot;You boys want to play with them pretty titties?*quot; I asked. Shaggy went at it, pinching and pulling on the chunky boy's big tits. His nipples got hard, which further embarrassed him. He was trying to yell but the duct tape prevented him from being heard. He was getting more and more frustrated as we continued. *quot;I think he better get them shoes and socks off,*quot; I said. Shaggy reached down and removed his shoes and his socks. I nodded again and Shaggy started tickling his feet. Moose was obviously very ticklish and started wiggling and trying to break free. *quot;Boy I'm going to tell you one fucking time and one time only. Stop that shit right now or I will cut your nuts off. Fuck with me and I'll do it, boy!*quot; I said. He tried to hold still but he couldn't as Shaggy continued to tickle his sensitive feet. I nodded and Shaggy stopped tickling. *quot;I think our friend would be much more comfortable without those pants,*quot; I said. *quot;Don't you guys?*quot; *quot;Absolutely,*quot; Boots said as Shaggy nodded. *quot;Let's get rid of `em, boys,*quot; I said. Shaggy knelt down and started to rip the inseam out from the bottom up. First the left side, then the right. Then he started to unbuckle the belt and Moose started fighting again. He lunged for me and Boots lost his grip. Moose came stumbling toward me but he fell and Boots roughly yanked him back up. We all laughed at him. We all just laughed which made him madder than ever. *quot;Cut those pants off the boy, Shaggy. And be real careful. I bet this boy loves his wiener,*quot; I taunted. This was actually new to me but I found I was really enjoying it. I knew this asshole had hurt people I loved and I was having no mercy. Surprisingly my dick was starting to get hard as we continued. I was determined to put as much fear into this asshole as I possibly could. I wanted him to leave town, leave town fast, and never want to come back here. *quot;Get those pants off that worthless cocksucker, Shaggy!*quot; I yelled. Moose fought like hell but he was no match for the giant holding him. Shaggy slowly unfastened and unzipped the boy's pants and slowly slid them down the boy's legs throwing them in the grass. He had on tighty whities which actually looked pretty good on top of his fur-covered tree trunk thighs. *quot;Okay, boys, it's truth time.*quot; Shaggy cut that boy's panties off and let's see what he's got. Be careful with that knife. We don't want to cut his nuts off before we're ready do we?*quot; I said. Moose looked terrified. He couldn't be certain that I wasn't serious. He was shaking as Shaggy got that big knife close to his crotch. As Shaggy began to cut his underwear off, Moose started to piss himself. We laughed hilariously. *quot;Look at the little boy,*quot; I taunted. *quot;He's so scared he's pissing himself.*quot; Shaggy had half the underwear off, half still covering him. I still hadn't seen even a flash of penis. I had a feeling the boy wasn't hung and I hoped that was the case. Shaggy got the underwear off and I still couldn't see any sign of a dick. The hair was incredibly thick and completely hid his penis, which I'm sure was shriveled from humiliation and fear. *quot;Look, guys,*quot; I said, *quot;Moose doesn't have a dick. No wonder he didn't give Bill any grandchildren. He can't knock his wife up because he has no dick.*quot; The guy was furious. I asked Shaggy if he thought he could find a dick hidden there. He said he would try. He started groping around in the dark thick hair. *quot;I feel something here, but it can't be a cock. It's too small!*quot; he said. We all laughed hilariously. Moose had a tiny cock but his balls hung way down. They were really about the biggest set of balls I'd ever seen. It was truly bizarre. *quot;The boy's got no cock but plenty of balls,*quot; I teased. *quot;I bet those things get in the way, don't they? I believe Moose's life would be a lot better if he didn't have to deal with those things.*quot; I walked over to him and took he knife from Shaggy. I reached down and weighed his big fat nuts in my hand. I squeezed them hard enough to make him wince. *quot;I believe we'd be doing him a favor by nutting him,*quot; I said. *quot;What do you guys think?*quot; Shaggy grabbed the nuts, causing him to wince. Then Boots reached with his free hand and squeezed his nuts hard. That had to hurt. Moose was trying to break free and the guy finally released them. I had pulled the bat out of the windshield of Donald's car and had wiped off any glass that might have been there. *quot;Moose is quite the expert using a baseball bat, guys, *quot;I said. *quot; I wonder what he does with a long, thick bat when he's by himself. Let's see if our boy can suck a bat like he wants to suck a dick.*quot; Boots removed the tape from the boy's mouth. He put the bat up to the boy's mouth. *quot;Lick it,*quot; I said quietly. He just glared at me. I walked up and got his big nuts in my hand and squeezed. *quot;I said to lick the goddamn bat, boy. You better lick and suck and get it slick cause it just might end up in your worthless asshole, boy.*quot; I think he realized we meant business. He started licking that bat. He even took the end into his mouth and started sucking on it, trying to get as much of his spit on it as possible. Watching Moose lick and suck that bat had caused tenting in Shaggy's and Boots' pants which neither made any attempt to hide. *quot;I think it's time to see that boypussy, guys. Boots, bend him over the front of that car he destroyed. He started yelling and fighting. He finally knew we were serious. *quot;You're all a bunch of faggots just like Boyd,*quot; the boy said. I walked over and slapped another piece of tape on his mouth and kicked him hard in the nuts. Boots now had him bent over the front of the car, his hairy ass exposed for anyone to see. I took the large end of the bat and began to rub it up and down the boy's hairy buttcrack. He was fighting but Boots had him in control. I took the large, blunt end of the bat and, as I held his cheeks apart, put it right up against his hairy hole. He was sure he was about to get a baseball bat rammed up his ass. He started pissing himself again. He was crying now and begging us not to do this, although his words were muffled by the duct tape on his mouth. I threw the bat down on the ground and walked away, watching the little bullying asshole piss all over himself. I asked the guys to again excuse me for a second as I went into the house and came right back. I realized the service for Bill would have begun by now and I needed to get going. I produced a tiny pair of pink panties I had found in Janet's luggage. I told Shaggy to put them on him. They were tight and it wasn't easy but Shaggy managed to get them on the boy. It was obscene looking with all that hair. I got right up in the boy's face. *quot;You need to realize that we've done nothing illegal here today. You did. The injuries you inflicted during your assault on us are now being documented at the hospital. We've already documented the assault your cunt of a mother-in-law inflicted on my friend the other night. If you think we won't prosecute this to the very fullest extent of the law, then you're a dumber little pussyboy than I thought. You need to get the fuck out of this town. Take that bitch wife of yours and your mother-in-law and get all of your asses back to Indiana or Bumfuck or anywhere you like as long as it's not here. If you leave town within three hours. No charges will be filed on these assaults. You three will not come back to this house. All the locks have been changed. If you step on to this property you will be arrested. I had planned to pack all your clothes nicely for you, your wife, and your mother-in-law, but you fucked that plan up. You will take nothing out of that house. Bill left everything ? everything ? to his son. Your cunt of a mother-in-law and your wife have nothing except the clothes on their fucking backs. Donald had arranged for the widow bitch to have a $10,000.00 debit card but that got canceled when you decided to show up here.*quot; *quot;Do you understand what I'm telling you, asshole?*quot; I asked. He had stopped fighting and trying to yell. I ripped the duct tape off his mouth. He was silent. *quot;Do you fucking understand what I'm telling you, asshole?*quot; I asked. *quot;Yes', he said quietly. *quot;Yes what?*quot; I screamed in his ear. *quot;Yes, sir!*quot; he screamed with a sneer. I asked the guys to deliver Moose to the Point of the Cross Church so the he could hopefully get there for the last part of the service. I handed them the keys to Mrs. Boyd's Lexus and told them it should be parked at the church as she had driven it to the service. I gave Boots my address and asked them to drive it to my house where I would have a nice gift for them. Boots said he wasn't sure he would be able to pick out Mrs. Boyd's car. *quot;Ask the asshole in the pink panties. He'll point it out to you,*quot; I said. I handed Shaggy the knife. *quot;If he refuses or if he gives you any trouble at all, cut his fucking useless nuts off and bring them to me.*quot; They were laughing hilariously as they drove off with the asshole. I headed for the Hospital where I found Stewart, Jack and Donald in the emergency room. All were doing fine. Stewart had no broken bones, thank God. Donald had a bandaged arm and had gotten a tetanus shot. I got the same plus a bandaged arm and a bandage was on my forehead. I took off with Jack to retrieve Ren from Sam's as Donald took Stewart to go by the parsonage and retrieve Landry and Flynn. Jack and I ran through the market picked up potatoes and salad fixings then a quick stop at Ronnie's Meat Market for steaks. I was feeling we had to celebrate tonight that we were all good. The day had been a rough one, but we had made it. I just wanted to be at home with my boys. We got to Samantha's and his Aunt Beatrice invited both of us in. We went in and said hello to Beatrice. How's Aunt Bea?*quot; I asked with a chuckle. *quot;Don't even think about calling me that. I am nothing like that detestable old cow!*quot; she barked. We laughed as she took us into the master bedroom to see Sam. This was the first time I had seen her with her hair done and full makeup. I realized what a gorgeous izmit yabancı escort woman she was. *quot;You look terrific!*quot; I said as I hugged her. You look like Miss Alabama.*quot; *quot;Honey, I was Miss Alabama but that was years ago. So was my beautiful sister,*quot; she said. We both wanted to win Miss America but we weren't willing to do what it took*quot; She made a circular shape with her lips and an obscene gesture with her hand as though she was guiding a dick into her mouth. Jack and I died laughing and we both blushed. My boy had heard my voice and he came running into the room, grabbing me for a hug. *quot;Dad, I was really frightened!*quot; he said. *quot;Are you okay?*quot; Ren was hugging Jack as Casper came in to me for a hug. *quot;I'm fine son.*quot; I said. *quot;Then what's that bandage on your head?*quot; he asked. *quot;There's bound to be a good story here. Don't think you're going to get out of here without a confession,*quot; Sam said. *quot;I promise you it's not a big deal and I will give you the story but it will have to be later. I have to get home and feed some hungry boys.*quot; *quot;Okay, we'll take a rain check but only if you agree to bring your stable of boys to my house for dinner one night,*quot; she said. *quot;My sister told me about the Speedo party you were having when she stopped in to pick up my son on Saturday,*quot; she chuckled. *quot;I will bring every one of those boys to dinner with you if you'd like, you beautiful creature, with or without their Speedos,*quot; I said. *quot;I don't think my old heart could take it,*quot; she laughed. *quot;Bea will have to charge my defibrillator!*quot; I mentioned to Sam about the property in Slovenia we were looking to sell from Jack's estate. She said she had never dealt with anything in that country, but she had a couple of contacts who might be helpful in gathering information. She said she would give me a call about it. Ren got his book bag and we gave final hugs to Casper and took off. *quot;In the car Jack said, *quot;That woman is a trip!*quot; Ren said she was one of the funniest people he had ever met. He said his ribs were hurting from laughing so much. *quot;Dad,*quot; are you really okay,*quot; he asked again. *quot;Son, I really am fine. So is Stewart, so is Jack and so is Donald, *quot;I said. *quot;It was an ugly afternoon but you're a big boy now and we'll tell you all about it tonight.*quot; That seemed to satisfy him. We beat the other guys home so Jack started making the salad, Ren started brushing the marinade on the steaks and I started washing the potatoes. When I had them wrapped in foil, I opened a bottle of Cabernet and poured myself a full glass. I left the guys working in the kitchen and went into the library where I dialed Michael's cell phone. He answered immediately. He sounded frazzled. He asked if we were all okay. I brought him up to speed. He couldn't believe Moose had skipped the service but he had smelled alcohol on the guy when they showed up. He said Moose had gotten to his office about ten minutes behind the women and he should have suspected he had driven a separate car. He said he just assumed the guy had stopped off in the bathroom and he apologized. I filled him in on every detail. I told him we had preserved the bat with Moose's prints and I had arranged to have all of our medical records sent to his office. I told him about our meeting with Boots and Shaggy at the dealership and our later meeting at the Boyd home. I spared no details in relating the details of the day to the attorney. If I had learned anything from life experience or from watching countless Law