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A Lesson In Time, Chapter Thirty One
For whatever made me lunge for Mr. Alderton's cock, also sent me reeling back to reality. I pulled my face away from his body, allowing his still rigid cock to flop up against his stomach. I'm most certain that my sudden and unexpected rejection of his dick, caught Mr. Alderton off guard.
I leaned backwards, resting my butt atop the heels of my feet; looking up at Mr. Alderton and towards the speaker phone, in one continuous motion.
"Now, I'm not exactly sure of the time of our arrival tomorrow, but I'm hoping to get there very early", I heard my father say, as I began to realize that I'd missed a lot of the two way conversation. "I have already alerted my evaluation and procurement team, and they should be aboard by seven a. m."
"Yes Sir, I understand fully and I'm sure that everything will be such as we suspect it is. I don't foresee any problems with them, but I can handle any physical altercation, if one should arise Sir", Mr. Alderton said in more or less a subjugated voice.
"Oh and Kevin" my father said; "one more thing that you should know; is that your mother will be accompanying me on the trip."
"That's great news dad", I said trying not to let him think that I hadn't heard the previous parts of the conversation.
"Kevin, the one thing that I need you to understand fully along with believing me when I tell you that; the drugs you've been given will not, I repeat, will NOT be fully dispensed from your body for a good seven days. Unfortunately you might find yourself suddenly becoming more of a submissive slave for no apparent reason. Just like, in reverse, you'll suddenly snap out of it and wonder what and why you are doing, or did what you did."
"Yes Sir, I understand dad", I replied
"Good, so now while it's still fresh in our minds; let's all review tomorrows plans", dad said with a sudden change to his voice.
I looked up towards Mr. Alderton, who was staring down at me with a huge grin on his face.
"Well Sir, if I might", began Mr. Alderton. "One such occurrence has just happened and Kevin may or may not have been in a mind to understand what we've been discussing so it will benefit him greatly to go over it again. I'll be more than happy to fill in any blanks he may have; while we eat dinner in a bit".
"Very well then, let us not waste time", my father said; still with his authoritative voice. "First thing we're going to do is to confront the two gentlemen with the evidence which we currently have. Then I shall suggest that the two of them and myself should discuss the matter further, in private. That' s when you and my team begin your physical inspection of the property and their current listings of ALL slaves. I'll expect you to be thorough and diligent in the inspection. I don't want anything overlooked, as this is going to probably set the company back a great deal of money; at least for the first year or two."
"Sir, Mr. Latimore, I totally understand Sir", responded Mr. Alderton.
"And you need to make sure that this Shaun fella accompanies you also", dad said; sounding a bit uneasy. "And Kevin, you and I have to have a man to man talk about the two slaves you reported on when he sent your email to Ms. Mudfart. I think there is something that you might want to tell me and there is also something I need to mention as well."
"Okay dad, I understand", I said somberly.
"I have already made a few phone calls prior to calling you; and I've set in motion the replacements we'll need. I was hoping that this wasn't going to come to this point; but circumstances have now overflowed to a degree where I have no choice in the matter", dad said.
"Oh and Kevin, I think; tomorrow while the shit is hitting the fan, that you and your mother pick up that laptop computer Ms. Mudfart has waiting there for you. It's probably better anyway if the two of you aren't around, just in case the situation turns a bit nasty."
"Yes Sir, thanks dad", I said jubilantly.
"I'm pretty confident that once the smoke clears tomorrow, that we won't have to say there past two full days; so let's all hope and say a prayer that things work out for the best."
"Okay dad, I'll be sure to keep positive thoughts for everybody. Oh, and dad, is all of this mess something that I did wrong?" I asked.
"No Kevin, it's not your fault. I'm not sure who should shoulder all of the blame, but that's of little importance at this junction in the road. It will all come out in the wash, and even if it doesn't I'm positive that everyone involved will get their due compensation. This is just one of those `bumps' in the road that from time to time need to be addressed. Some people work and play within the rules while others find that greed pushes them over the edge ", dad said in a rather nice fatherly voice.
"Well that makes me feel a lot better since you put it that way dad", I said with a smile starting to finally appear on my face.
"Then it's all over but the crying", dad said laughingly
"One would think so", responded Mr. Alderton.
"Kevin, your mother said she'd wait until tomorrow to speak with you, since you men haven't yet had your supper", dad said.
"Okay dad, thanks mom; I can't wait to see you guys tomorrow. You don't know how much I've missed you", I said in a rather upbeat voice.
"Tomorrow then", And the phone went dead.
Still on the floor, I once again turned towards Mr. Alderton. His cock had gone limp; as it just dangled there between the two components of his zipper. I could see the curly brown pubic hairs protruding from the opening in his undies; and that was nearly enough to make me want to suckle him some more, but unfortunately he noticed my eyes and swiftly tucked his appendage back behind the zipper.
"Let's go see what this place has in the way of food and room service", Mr. Alderton said in a non-menacing voice.
The two of us scanned to menu and decided on what to have for supper. Mr. Alderton made sure not to forget his slave's meal. I was, however, surprised when he ordered mine to arrive in a bowl; the same as the slave's. "And please add two slave desserts for my boys, they've earned it", Mr. Alderton politely requested.
"Sorry about that Kevin, but since you seem to still be struggling with the medications; I thought it best to have you eat like a proper slave. It's still
the food you wanted, just that it will all be ground up to a nice paste, all in one mouth-watering dish. I'm sure that you can understand it, from my perspective. It's not often that I dine with interns or slaves; so my initial response is to eat alone while others eat properly."
"I'm not sure that I understand, but I'll defer to your judgment on such matters, this time", I replied with a bit of discord embedded in my words.
While we waited for our food, Mr. Alderton reviewed tomorrow's plans; which still lay fresh in my memory. It was reassuring to hear him say that `I'd be spared some anguish by being with mom for a little bit'. However, he made sure that I understood that in no way was I to even give the slightest hint that something was about to happen and that I'd do best if I was to go upstairs to the guest room and complete any unfinished reports that I had left.
By the time our meals arrived, I'm sure that all three of us were famished. Even with everything all blended together and I had to kneel down and eat like a puppy; the experience was totally awesome, not to mention most welcome. I must have gone into one of those moods that everybody tells me about, because I honestly felt comfortable eating alongside of the slave; even if both of our butts shone brightly upwards in Mr. Alderton's direction.
Our slave dessert, initially, made me hesitant. It was served in the same type of bottle that I'd sucked on before... the one with all the drugs mixed in. With a bit of reluctance, I only began consuming my dessert after watching the slave for a few minute; and he seemed alright.
The dessert was cool, and a rather thick substance; which I quickly as sociated with melted ice cream. It was also very delicious. I tried to see if I could taste anything other than the intended dessert, but all seemed proper.
It wasn't long afterward, that the room service slave returned to pick up the serving cart. He was like a Greek God, of sorts; although he still had pubic hair and a mop of hair on his head. His cock was as stiff as a board, which Mr. Alderton not only fondled, but he also stroked it just long enough to produce a few droplets of pre-ejaculate.
After the room service slave left, Mr. Alderton went over and opened up one of the leather cases by the desk.
"I took the opportunity to burn this dvd from the video Doc and Frank sent out this morning", he began with a grin; "I don't suppose you've had time yet to watch it, so how about we all gather around to see what it is that has created all the turmoil with your mom and dad."
All I could do was to say, "I'm not really interested in seeing myself in some graphic porno flick,"
Mr. Alderton paid me no attention, as he pranced his way over to the big screen and slid the disk onto the play tray. He proceeded to park himself on the wide leather recliner, as he picked up the remote control.
"You can sit here with me", he said. "They make these recliners big enough for two now a days."
"No thanks, I guess I'll sit on the sofa", I said with an embarrassed emotion in my voice.
I hadn't been sitting but for a minute, and the slave was once again sucking my cock. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Mr. Alderton taking more than just a casual glance in my direction.
Astonishingly enough, the combination of having my dick serviced along with watching the porno flick really heightened my sexual desires to an all time high.
I was not only holding the slave's ears; I was also slowly moving my hips back and forth, as I apparently was getting into the identical motions which were playing out on the screen.
When Shaun began to moan aloud, I began to feel my own sperm begin to surge its way up my cock. When Shaun impaled his entire cock up my ass, I too shot my wad down the slaves throat.
"I was wondering if you'd like this part", Mr. Alderton said with a chuckle.
My torso was covered with sweat, as the slave continued to manipulate my cock with his tongue; sending wave after wave of aftershocks to my brain.
I sat there, totally exhausted from the orgasm; but unable to relinquish my focus from the television screen.
Jordan was now on his knees sucking out all of Shaun's sperm, while the slave was sliding his hand underneath me; trying his best to find my rosebud with his fingers.
I raised myself up off the sofa just long enough for the slave to slip two fingers inside my ass. As he began to move the fingers around, another scene began to unfold on the screen.
Situation after situation passed before my very own eyes. With each situation on the screen, the slave found yet another way to pacify my burning need for more sexual foreplay.
Not once did the slave withdraw his fingers from my ass. But the sometimes tender kisses to my nipples, followed by a very obscure nibble, began to once again heighten the excitement of my very own dick. All I could do, was to ` hold on for the ride'; as the slave made every attempt to satisfy me.
I was on my back, strapped down to what looked like an identical bench; just like the one in the pony barn. My head was lower than my ass, but not by much; when I witnessed Shaun leading a horse next to me.
My brain was trying to tell me that what I was watching was really real; but there was some part of me that continued to deny the facts. I could only imagine what was to come next; and I didn't want to see it.
Something inside of me caused me to push the slave to the floor. The two of us wrestled around for a minute, before I found myself laying flat on the carpet with the slave straddling me, backwards.
As he lowered his face to my cock, he also lowered himself down to my face; whereby I eagerly accepted his cock. Once or twice I rolled my eyes back towards the television screen, only to see the horse now straddling my body, with my head quite close to the elongated rigid prick of the stallion.
While the two of us continued our oral gratifications, Mr. Alderton had gotten up from his chair and after repositioning my legs began to ease a small amount of grease into my ass.
It felt good... no... it felt great! I could feel him slide one, then two fingers up inside of me; which did nothing more than to make me suck the slaves cock that much harder and with ten times more fervor.
I found myself bucking slowly into Mr. Alderton's fingers; as another and another worked their way into my swollen anal lips. The sensation of pressure being placed against my body told me that he was ready to make his final push; to plant his entire fist inside of my body.
I obliged, and with a little additional relaxing and controlled breathing, I felt his hand slip every so easily into my ass. I was unaware of anything else, just as long as this one overwhelming sensation wouldn't stop.
This wasn't the first ass that Mr. Alderton had ever fisted. Just by the way he moved his wrist and fingers told me that he was a pro at it.
One of the two began to massage my nuts; while I continued to be in the throws of this sexual frenzy. I reciprocated by finding the slaves scrotum and began working his two orbs ever so gently between my fingers.
It wasn't long, before there were two cocks completely embedded into two mouths.
Mr. Alderton continued with his efforts to impale even more of his arm up my ass. I could actually feel him cup his fingers together as more of his arm worked diligently up my ass.
I heard the roar of laughter and the rapid fire applause emanating from the television. I didn't need to look just to see what was happening. Instead, I placed all of my concentration on the cock in my mouth and quickly brought the slave to a full quaking orgasm. Mine followed just seconds behind and the slave rolled off of me, totally exhausted.
After the two of us had recovered, I got up onto my finger tips and toes; while Mr. Alderton maintained his position behind me with his forearm still gently embedded up my butt.
I crawled slowly to my bedroom, Mr. Alderton carefully guiding my movements with arm. The silence continued, as if they were some unwritten rule about anyone speaking.
My body movements did little to dull the constant pleasure and ecstasy I was feeling. If only these feelings and emotions could continue forever (so I hoped). Once in the bedroom, things seemed to change along with a more quickened
pace.
"You should find a diaper in one of the dressers", Mr. Alderton said, speaking to the slave. I could hear the drawer slide open and slam shut; as Mr. Alderton slowly began removing his hand from my ass.
"Kevin", Mr. Alderton said, awakening me back to the present; "The diaper is for your nightly protection. I wouldn't want you to wake up in the middle of the night and suffer through one of your episodes. So I feel it's best if we just keep you in bed until the morning."
I may not have liked what I'd just heard, but I knew from previous times, that Mr. Alderton knew a hell a lot more about these things than I did. At least he was on my side, looking out for my best interest. He did nothing wrong or immoral when I had to shed my clothes and my soul in front of him back at dad's office; so there wasn't any need to question his judgment now.
I probably should have expected to discover the rubber sheet beneath the bedspread. I didn't expect the slave to treat me like a newborn infant though.
The slave wiped my behind, and applied a copious amount of powder to my ass and crotch; before he slid the cloth diaper beneath my bum. As if he'd done this a thousand times, the diaper was quickly put into place, including the use of large diaper safety pins. After which, the slave reached under the bed and produced the four iron cuffs and chains with which to secure me for the night.
His last duty for the evening was to bring a large plastic pan, filled with warm water to the nightstand and use it to give me a sponge bath. He paid close attention to my face and chest, unlike anything I'd ever been exposed to. The slave's face lit up the room, as if he too was enjoying his duty. My cock
stirred beneath the diaper as the slave gently washed my nipples and nipple rings. I wasn't really sure where Mr. Alderton had gone off to, but his absence wasn't wasted on feeling the least bit lonely. His soft hands and warm cloth washed my feet in such a way as I almost thought he might be worshiping them.
"Sleep well Sir", the slave said, just prior to kissing my forehead.
"Thank you boy", I responded, as I tried to return his affection, but failed.
As the slave exited, Mr. Alderton came in. "Let's see if you can swallow these pills. They should help you sleep soundly; keeping in mind your busy schedule for tomorrow."
I could only raise my head just a few inches off the mattress, but I was able to get the pills to lay on my tongue. "Did you bring something to wash them down with", I asked.
"Just this little bit of leftover dessert from dinner", he replied.
Mr. Alderton placed the imitation cock into my mouth and I began sucking the liquid from the bottle.
I drained the contents of the bottle to Mr. Alderton's amazement. "I fear you may have swallowed too much Kevin. It just might have you wanting to get up and pee during the night. But, I guess we've got that base covered for now. "
I smiled at his comment, as he sat on the bed next to me. "I just want you to understand that tomorrow is going to be a long and difficult day for your father. In the morning when we return to the center, I'm expecting you to act as if nothing is wrong and in no way are you to give any hint of something to
happen. I want you to just act the way you've been acting when you're around the men and other slaves. It will be best if you act like you have been acting the last couple of days, simply for the reason that if they see a sudden change in your attitude or behavior they just might get the feeling that you know something that they don't. I know you can pull it off until your father and mother arrive. Then after that, it's up to the grown ups to `take care of business'.
"Yes Sir", I mumbled.
"Good, now I know that it's not to late, but I think you could use the rest;
especially after what you've been through the last couple of days. Oh, and our little escaped here this evening is just between the three of us, and nobody else. Understand?"
"Yep, what goes on in here, stays in here", I said with a smile and a giggle.
"Sleep well", Mr. Alderton said as he flipped off the lights and left me to ponder my thoughts and emotions.
As I lay there thinking of my life as of late, I couldn't help but to relive the thoughts and deeds of days just past. The more I thought about the video I watched tonight, the hornier I became. One minute the video had repulsed me, but now, alone in the dark; the same video played over in my head, causing me to take delight in the scenes filled with raw, overt sex. I was even able to couple the video together with the three of us pleasuring one another. It was all too real. It was all too much to comprehend.
I could only hope that my thoughts and instincts about Mr. Alderton were true. I just couldn't imagine him speaking any of this to my parents, especially my father. Alderton is one hot stud, even for a man of his age, and if I had to do it all over again; he'd be the one I'd choose to fist me.
More and more thoughts and visions filled my head, as I started not only to get sleepy but also to feel that urge, that unabashed desire, that savage want, for more sex.
The idea of me being confined to bed while two able bodied males were just down the hall, having fun didn't do much for my morale. There were times when everything was quiet and then just the opposite occurred. Yells and screams, followed by the slave begging, seemed to go on for quite some time.
I managed to finally fall into a deep sleep, almost comatose, as even my brain seemed to have been exhausted.
I awoke to the lights being on in the room, the sounds of music coming from somewhere and more importantly; the slave kneeling along side of the bed. His
smile seemed to brighten the beginning of this day, like no other.
The slave began his duties by removing the diaper and washing my groin and butt saying that I'd `dampened' myself during the night. He left me cuffed to the bed; as I sorta expected he would. All I could think about was the time the two of us had spent in my own bed back home.
After the slave was finished, he left me alone, which allowed me some time to recount my duties as an intern. I felt confident that my next report to Ms. Mudfart would be one that was filled with countless tidbits, but still useful, information.
I was beginning to get excited about having my parents coming out. Even though it had only been about ten or eleven days; I still wanted to see them. I knew that today was going to be special' in many ways and I was anxious to be part of it. There wasn't going to be a single thing, today, that would cause me any reason to say no'. I wanted this day, of all days, to be one that would show my father that I was a dedicated employee of his company. As for my mother, well, I still had some reservations on what I'd have to do to please her; but I knew that down deep she has always loved me, even though at times she didn't appear to.
"Good Morning Kevin", came the spry and cheerful words from Mr. Alderton. " You slept like a baby the whole night through".
"Yes Sir, I sure did; and it was great", I said in return. "I must've really needed the rest. Seems like I didn't even dream anything last night either. I guess maybe it was the medicine you gave me that did the trick."
"Well come along then", Mr. Alderton replied, as he began removing the iron cuffs. "Breakfast has just arrived and we're all hungry. A hot cup of coffee
will do you good."
I shook the blood back into my limbs as I stood up. Mr. Alderton seemed to be in a hurry, as he walked briskly from the bedroom.
I wanted to put on some clothes before eating, but opted not to just because I felt the need for a good hot shower. The dining table was already laden with fresh fruits and cereals. The slave was obediently waiting for the two of us to sit down, so that he himself could begin eating his own slave mush.
During the breakfast meal, I took a considerable amount of time watching the slave eating from his bowl. I tried not to think of last night's meal, where Mr. Alderton had gotten not one but two naked asses staring up at him. It all so natural the way that the slave ate and licked his own face. There wasn't the least amount of hesitation on his part about eating slave mush, so I guess he had gotten accustomed to it over time.
After breakfast I was fortunate enough to be able to take a warm shower all by myself. It was pleasing for the most part, being able to wash myself; but I also missed the personal attention that a slave gives to a free man during such activities. I know, for a fact, that the one or two times I showered with Jordan and John Henry that even I enjoyed the feel of a body against mine, as my hands moved over each of theirs. It must be something about `doing for others' that sets a slave apart.
I enjoyed my erection, while I soaped up my cock and balls. My cock even began bouncing while I gingerly washed my puckered ass lips. The temptation to actually put my own finger (s) inside my butt was to much for me. The feeling of actually doing such a thing, far outweighed any other thoughts that I `may'
have had. With two of my fingers playing around inside my ass; all I wanted to think about was last night's fisting session. It wasn't so much that it was Mr. Alderton doing it, but just the idea that a man can and does get so much pleasure and satisfaction from being on the receiving end of an arm.
By the time I was finished and had dried myself, Mr. Alderton was already dressed for the day and was waiting for me; as he sat on the bed.
"Best get dressed now Kevin, we don't want anyone to get suspicious now, do we", Alderton said with conviction.
I stared blankly into my closet at the clothes, or better said, articles of clothing that mom and dad had sent along. There must be some reason for this type of non-traditional garb, that they wanted me to wear but I was quite hesitant at first until Mr. Alderton re-assured me that all would be answered in due time. Just by the tone of his voice, I knew that once again, I could trust him and my folks to know what is right.
"Here, let me help you Kevin", Alderton said. "It might go easier and faster if I do."
I grabbed the two hangers from the closet and made it over to the bed, where by now Mr. Alderton was standing tall, looking much the figure of a dominant male, a free male.
"First let's get this on", he said as he handed me what at first looked like a jockstrap.
"What are all these snaps in the front for?" I asked.
"Those are used primarily for a master who wants to expose his slaves cock and balls. He just starts at the top and pulls straight down and the flap just falls off", came the answer.
"Well, at least I like the leather feel against my skin. It's very soft", I replied.
Next came the white sheer, nearly see through shorts. There wasn't much of an
inseam, and the shorts almost snuggled up against the lower part of the jockstrap thing. They felt tight against my butt, but it felt good.
The pullover shirt, was made of the same fabric; allowing me to see straight
through. After I'd pulled it over my head and slipped my arms through the non-existent sleeve part, I quickly noticed that it didn't even cover my belly button; heck, it barely covered my upper chest.
"Here let me help you with that", Alderton said, as he reached up and began pulling my left nipple ring through a small `button hole' in the jersey. " This really does make a boy look a hundred percent better if ya ask me."
After both nipple rings were laying on the outside of the garment, I tried to re-adjust the jersey so that perhaps it would be a bit more comfortable on my torso, even if it didn't look all that great to me.
"Time to go" chirped Mr. Alderton, and I then realized that I was going to have to walk through the hotel lobby looking like a five dollar male whore.
I noticed that the slave was still naked and inquired as to his dress code, to which Mr. Alderton explained; "Slaves in Arkansas are allowed to be kept naked at all times, just as long as their masters follow the guidelines. In this case, the slave will be taking my bags downstairs by using the rear staircase which leads to the side alley. Oh and not to worry... the slave has put your clothes from yesterday in with my things."
"Oh, I didn't know that. I guess I'm learning something new already for today. Thanks!" I said in an excited voice.
"No more hotels for me this week", Alderton said, "One night in a place like this is one night to many, if ya ask me",
"I know what you mean Sir", I chuckled aloud.
The drive back was basically uneventful. Mr. Alderton reviewed the day's activities with me once more and I felt at ease with what was going to take place ... that is... as much as I'd been told anyway.
The naked slave kept silent, as he rode in the back seat. Once or twice I turned towards him and smiled. I thought that it just might make him feel a part of the trio. He always returned my smile, with one of his own; but his smile seemed to be more than just a friendly smile. I wonder if he was smiling that way because he had feelings for me or something.
As we turned off the main road, heading towards the main house; there seemed to be something quite wrong with what I'd known to be the `normal' around here.
All three of the slave barns had been emptied of their inhabitants, but none of them had gone off to work. All of the slaves were lined up in two rows, alongside of the driveway. They were all standing there with their hands on top of their heads, which reminded me of a picture I'd seen in one of my history books.
Mr. Alderton slowed down as we drove passed them. "Looks like a fine crop of lease slaves if I say so myself. I'm sure that Frank and Doc have been keeping accurate records on their financial gains from all of that fine male flesh."
I kept silent, but looked at the rows of slaves; knowing full well that many of them had used me before as their urinal and `toy boy'. I prayed that none of that part of my trip would be exposed.
"Will you look at that!" Mr. Alderton blatted out. "Looks like your folks are already here."
I turned back around and saw three large suv's.
"It won't be long now, if I know how your father. He doesn't mince words with anybody and he's not about to start now."
As we approached the house, even the pony slaves were all assembled into their own group... each one of them attached to a cart, carriage or a wagon; all in a perfectly straight line.
Directly behind the pony slaves, were the worker slaves. They too were lined up in two rows. They looked as if they'd just been brought up from their work
detail... all dirty and sweaty.
I could see Shaun running around barking commands at the overseers, and he didn't look the least bit happy.
As our car came to a stop, right behind the last suv, I noticed a man in a two piece suit coming towards us.
"Don't worry Kevin. Your father never travels without his own small security team. Just do what he says and don't argue with him. He has no idea who you are and you don't want to be the one to start the day off on the wrong foot, now do ya."
There was a quick exchange of greetings between Mr. Alderton and the security guy.
"Ok you two faggot slaves, get the fuck out of the car now", the man yelled at the slave and myself; as he produced his own version of a small slave prod.
Both of us quickly jumped out of the car, and the slave immediately dropped to his knees, bowing his head and keeping his hands behind his neck.
I moved towards Mr. Alderton, but was quickly brought to earth by a most excruciating jolt of electricity from the prod.
Mr. Latimore quickly explained to the man, that I wasn't a slave; but the man had already placed his hand held `chip scanner' between my legs and noticed that in fact I had a locator chip embedded against my prostate. He then moved over to the slave and verified his existence as well.
"George, it's okay. Nothing to worry about. The one with clothes on is my son."
"Kevin, are you alright?" came the voice of concern ... that being mom.
I pushed myself up, off of the ground; noticing that Shaun was making his way towards us. I didn't see Doc, Frank, the Housemaster or the housekeeper anywhere.
Mom and dad both gave me a warm hug, and then they stood back to get a look at me in the clothes that they'd sent with Alderton.
"I didn't think you guys would be here this early, dad", I politely said.
"Well, I told you that I'd try to get here as early as I could. Turns out that `early' was six this morning." He replied.
"You men can talk things over with a nice cup of coffee and pastry. Come on now, let's not keep Doc and his lover waiting any more than they have too", mom said in more maternal voice.
We all followed her to the pool area, where Doc and Frank were sitting; sullen looks on their faces, behind stacks of what appeared to be financial records and slave folders.
John Henry and Jordan were kneeling by the kitchen door, on the hard surface of the pool deck. They looked so beautiful that I almost wanted to run over and give them both a big hug and kiss.
A tall black slave appeared, coming out of the kitchen. He was carrying a silver tray with what looked like fine china cups and a sterling silver coffee carafe.
"I don't see the housekeeper or the Housemaster dad?"
"No son, you don't. They no longer work or live here."
To Be Continued...