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Tim's brother-in-law, the asshole Will Thomas, has filed papers to declare Tim incompetent to manage his own affairs. The trial is about to take place in West Virginia, probably because Will thinks people there will be more conservative.
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"All rise! The Family Court of Kanawha Count, West Virginia, is now in session. The Honorable LeAnn Harvey presiding." The bailiff looked around sternly to ensure that everyone was standing.
The judge, in a flowing black robe, entered from a side door and climbed the steps to her throne behind the oversized desk.
"Please be seated. Bailiff, call the first case."
"In re the Matter of the Competency of Timothy Ryan Hobson, all persons having interest in this matter, now approach the court and be heard!" The bailiff's formal language was archaic and might have seemed humorous, but for the seriousness of the situation.
I was in a typical courtroom, as you might see on television, except that it was old and shabby. Facing the judge were two long tables. On her left, the room's right, were the people known as the Complainant: my brother-in-law, Will Thomas, and my son, Bruce. Will had a look of superiority and disdain on his face. I supposed he'd been practicing it for weeks. Bruce looked totally out of place and very uncomfortable.
Behind the two tables was the Bar, the divider or barrier between officers of the court and the public. Seated directly behind her husband was my sister-in-law (my wife Julia's sister) Charlotte Thomas, and behind her brother was my daughter, Natalie Bronson. There were a half-dozen other people in the room. Charlotte looked miserable and Natalie looked furious.
On the judge's right, the room's left, were the Respondent, me, and my attorney, Henry Parsons. Behind me sat my life-long friend and confidant, Keith Cartier, who was going to be a witness for the defense, and beside him sat Beau. My lover. My boyfriend.
The opening formalities involved introducing all the parties at the two tables. Then Judge Harvey asked the bailiff to read the complaint.
It was long and full of legal bullshit, but the upshot of it was that my children wanted the court to declare me incompetent to manage my own affairs, and to appoint Will, Bruce, Charlotte, and Natalie to manage them for me.
If they won, I would be entirely at their mercy for the rest of my life, forced to live where and how they decided, while they had the right to do any fucking thing they wanted with my considerable fortune.
The judge made a short speech about how difficult it is when families reached the point where they had to go to court over a matter such as this. She asked both attorneys to stand and said, "Is there any chance of mediation in this matter?"
Will spoke first, "That would only be possible if my father-in-law were in full possession of his faculties, but, as we will demonstrate, he no longer knows who or what he is, and he has lost all memory of his loving wife of 50 years, Julia Hobson."
Henry jumped right in with the first objection of the trial, "Facts not in evidence, Your Honor, and those allegations are actually the substance of this hearing. But to answer your question, Mr. Hobson offered each of the four people you see here one million dollars apiece as a settlement."
"And...?"
"And they refused the offer, Your Honor."
"You say that Mr. Hobson made this offer?"
"Yes, Your Honor."
"And he made it himself, or through you or someone else?"
"He made it to them himself, in person, although in the presence of myself and Mr. Keith Cartier."
"And who is this Mr. Cartier?"
Indicating Keith, who was seated behind him, Henry said, "He is Mr. Hobson's life-long friend, attorney, and accountant."
"If he is Mr. Hobson's attorney, why is he not representing him?"
"Mr. Hobson is currently residing in California and his attorney is from Colorado and not admitted to the Bar in West Virginia."
The judge paused, clearly surprised. "And why is this proceeding taking place in West Virginia?"
Henry paused, unsure how far to go, but Will rose to his feet and said, "Some of Mr. Hobson's major investments are in energy suppliers in West Virginia, Your Honor, which places this matter within the Court's jurisdiction."
"And are there other assets in other states?"
"Yes, Your Honor, but we are completely within our rights to file in this state."
"Because you expect a more favorable disposition from this court?"
Will blushed but said nothing.
"Never mind," Judge Harvey cut off the discussion. "The matter of jurisdiction being settled – for now," she glared at Will, "we will proceed. Mr. Thomas?"
Will began reading from a long document. He described my long and happy marriage to Julie, her protracted battle with cancer and painful death.
He then said, "On the day of Mrs. Hobson's funeral, my wife noticed that something was very different about my father-in-law, Mr. Hobson. He seemed distant, detached. He did not appear to mourn or even to be aware of his wife's passing.
"We put it down to the shock of her death, but then, about a year later, he abruptly sold the beautiful house that they lived in outside Denver and disappeared, severing all contact with his children, who became distraught.
"We have since learned that he went to Las Vegas and lived in a hotel for approximately one month. From there, he went to San Diego, where he established himself in a luxury suite at the Del Coronado Hotel. While at the hotel, he invited a 27-year-old man, a gay pornographic actor, to take up residence with him. They lived together in the hotel suite for two months and then moved to Los Angeles to stay at The Charles, a gay hotel, where Mr. Hobson suffered a heart attack. That led to triple-bypass surgery."
He took a breath. "While we were visiting my father-in-law at the hospital, he revealed to us that he had turned gay. He offered no explanation, but he did seem to take an unnatural interest in a male nurse who was caring for him. Upon returning to the hotel from the hospital, Mr. Hobson again took up living with the porn star."
The entire recitation was dry and utterly devoid of all the emotion that I so clearly remembered. My mind began to wander, as I remembered happier times.
[/dream sequence] Beau drew me close and kissed me deeply as the elevator slowed and stopped. In a trance, I didn't even notice the doors opening, the two of us crossing the hall, myself taking out the keycard and opening the door to the suite at The Del. Inside, somehow the door got closed and locked, and we were back in each other's arms. Our tongues dueled and parried. When Beau pressed his body against mine, I was shocked and thrilled to feel our two hard cocks make contact through our clothes.[/end dream]
Rousing myself from the day-dream, I was aware that my dick was getting hard. I squirmed a bit in my seat and sat up straight.
With an air of triumph, Will concluded, "This unnatural and abrupt change of behavior is totally unlike the man who, for 50 years, was a loving husband and father. His choice of the gay `lifestyle' (he said the word with deep sarcasm) is totally out of character with his entire 70-plus years of life prior to that event, and his infatuation with a gay porn star who is young enough to be his grandson is completely unexplainable."
The first time I saw Beau completely naked, I thought I was looking at a statue of a Greek god. From his perfectly-styled blond hair, to his muscular chest and abs, I was transfixed by his masculine beauty. His nipples were hard and his eyes were such a deep blue that I felt I was falling into a pool of lust. When my eyes fell on his hardness, it took my breath away. His cock was eight inches of solid man-flesh, gently pulsing with each beat of Beau's heart. I melted into an aching desire to kiss it, to love it, to suck it, to drain it dry, and to give him the pleasure of his life.
"Thank you, Mr. Thomas. You may call your first witness." Again, I jolted out my reverie and tried once more to will my cock to soften.
Will proceeded to call Harold Wilmer, a private investigator who had stalked Beau and me, who corroborated that Beau and I were living together in The Charles. His testimony was dry and matter-of-fact.
Henry then rose to cross-examine the P.I. "Mr... Wilmer, for how long did you investigate my client, Mr. Hobson?"
"I arrived in Los Angeles the day after his heart attack, at which time I located the place where they were living. I observed them for two weeks after Mr. Hobson came home."
"And how was my client behaving?"
"Well, I would say he was behaving just like a gay sugar-daddy."
"I beg your pardon?" This from the judge.
Wilmer turned toward her. "I'm sorry, Your Honor. A rich older man who has a young boyfriend who he supports financially or gives expensive gifts."
Natalie groaned loudly, to which the judge barked, "Order!"
Henry continued, "And what expensive gifts did my client give to his partner?"
"Objection, Your Honor," Will jumped to his feet. "`Partner' is an undefined term."
The judge addressed my attorney, "What do you mean by `partner'?"
"I mean a person with whom he is living and sharing a relationship."
"A sexual relationship?"
"Sometimes, Your Honor."
"And in this case?"
"Yes, Your Honor, I believe that was the case."
"And this `partner' is 27 years old?"
"I understand that he just turned 28, Your Honor."
"And he is a gay pornographic actor?"
"From time to time, Your Honor, but..."
[/dream sequence] I was stunned to find Jimmy Coxx, naked in the shower and sucking Beau's cock. My own dick quickly rose to erection, as they two young porn stars asked me to join them. Jimmy sucked Beau's manhood and then mine, proving his expertise in pleasuring two men at the same time. Then Beau and Jimmy taught me how to fuck a man. As I watched my lover and his onscreen partner go through a litany of sexual positions, I only longed the more to be the one doing the fucking and getting fucked.[/end dream]
The judge continued, "Does he have any other employment?"
"No, Your Honor," Henry said quietly.
"So, your client is his primary means of support?"
"My client pays for a hotel in which he himself resides, so it is not solely for the benefit of his partner. He dines there, and shares his meals with his partner."
"I'm tired of referring to this person as `his partner'. What is the young man's name?"
"It's William Beauregard Cardeen, Your Honor."
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