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EMPIRE
Chapter Forty-eight
Tuesday Night, Al Quaida's Safe House, Achmed's home
David knocked twice, paused, then rapped three more times on the door, signaling his arrival. The door swung open with Achmed, wearing an evil grin, beckoning his last member into the small house.
"Welcome Brother," Achmed greeted the young man. "I trust your trip to the Stratosphere yielded the desired results."
"I think you'll be pleased," David said as he joined the others around the dining table. "I was able to use the computer photo printer at the Turner's to make copies of not only my photos, but also theirs. Here they are," he added placing a large manila folder on the table.
Taking an empty chair next to where Achmed was seated, David felt the tiny transmitter that was fastened inside his ass crack as his cheeks flattened against the chair. He couldn't feel either the tiny almost invisible wires that led to the microphone or antenna hidden in his pubic hair.
Looking around at the other three men he spotted a nametag on the shirt of one of them. "Hello Cyrus, good to see you Jamil," he began with the other two. Hey, Abdullah," he continued for the sake of the listening agents, "I didn't know your last name was Saki. I had a friend when I was growing up in Lebanon with that last name. His name was Glulam."
"He was my brother," Abdullah said. "He died this year in Spain and is now in Paradise."
"You can be proud," David commented.
Achmed ignored the conversation, looking quickly through the pictures then handing them around. There were many pictures with descriptions on the back of the location where they were taken. One group of pictures was rubber-banded together. After looking through the loose pictures, Achmed asked why the second stack of pictures was separated from the others.
"Those are the ones that I took of the two areas we have the best chance of placing explosives," David explained.
Achmed slipped off the rubber band, then gave special attention to the 20 photos that had been segregated from the others.
"Tell us what you think," Achmed ordered.
"If we choose to use low yield explosives," David explained, "we have no choice but to take out one of the legs that hit the ground outside near the street. We could get a van or truck next to either or both of them without too much trouble. There are several pictures of them. If we want to destroy the leg closest to the hotel causing the tower to fall that way, we have no choice but to do it from the casino roof since both it and the center core land inside the casino where there is too much security. We would have to use high explosives on the roof because it would be too difficult to transport enough low yield explosives up there to do the job. There is a problem with both ideas though. We need to take the center stair shaft out from the roof of the casino, or at least critically weaken it, regardless of which plan we choose or I believe the tower will not fall."
"Good job," Achmed said with a smile. "What about security?"
"There are no cameras on the casino roof and the area is secured by a gate on the outside near the service entrance at the rear. It has a release on the inside that we could trip with a simple tool."
"Do you have any ideas on how we could escape detection while we're carrying the explosives up there?" Achmed asked.
"Yes. That gate is the way the Fire Department gets to the tower elevators and stairway if there is a fire in the Casino. If we could get a truck or van and paint it to look like a Fire Department vehicle, then dress like firemen, I think we could get by, even if challenged. It would help if we could get I.D.'s too but I don't have any ideas on how to go about that."
"I think you have a good plan," commented Achmed. "Cyrus, you're our explosives expert, what do you think?"
"What is the make-up of the legs and center core?" he asked. "I need to figure how much explosives it would take."
"The legs and the center core are hollow. For the first 250 feet in height, the outer wall of the legs is 1 ½ feet thick of reinforced, high strength concrete. All the other three leg sides and the core are one-foot thick of reinforced concrete."
"It's doable then," Cyrus stated conditionally, "if the legs and core are not too big.
"The legs are 60' x 20' David stated. "The core is made up of six segments, each approximately 15 feet long, arranged in a hexagon."
"David, you've done all I asked and more," Achmed beamed. "Here's what we will do: Cyrus is in charge of explosives, Jamil and Abdullah will be in charge of identification and vehicles. I'll work with all of them."
"What do you want me to do?" David asked.
"You have a job and a lot of exposure," Achmed commented, "so I think you should just do your normal thing for now, making sure you don't bring attention to yourself. In a week, we'll get together again here at the same day and time. In the meantime I'll be working on the details of the plan. That's all. You can all go now. Allah be praised!"
The four visitors stood, exchanged hugs then one by one they exited the dwelling.
David left second and walked to the bus stop two blocks away where he waited for his bus. 10 minutes later a nondescript blue sedan stopped beside him. The window rolled down.
"Get in," Tyler said from the driver's seat.
David looked around, then quickly opened the door and climbed aboard.
"Don't worry," Tyler said. "We've got surveillance on everyone at the meeting, and they're nowhere near. You did a great job David. I'm proud of you."
"Thanks Tyler," David replied. "I was pretty nervous. Did you hear everything okay?"
"Yeah, we got it all, including the time you farted," Tyler said with a laugh trying to lighten David's anxious mood."
"Sorry," David said blushing but grinning.
"No problem. That's far from the worst thing we've ever heard," responded Tyler, "I'm just glad our equipment doesn't pick up smells."
David laughed, visualizing men in a surveillance van keeling over.
"I'll take you home," Tyler said. "You have work tomorrow. I'm glad though that, at least for now, you're unrestricted. We can't get sloppy though or let down our guard. It's possible that the reason you're not being included at this time, is that they don't trust you. If so, we can't give them any reason to be suspicious. Except for at work, and before this weekend, I think you and Carl should restrict your socializing. We don't want them to think that you and Carl are `close'. You can come over this weekend though, and in the privacy of Ron and Matt's home, you can see each other on a more intimate basis."
"Mmmm, that sounds good," David said, licking his lips.
The following Saturday night, Tyler and Dan's new home.
Ron, Matt, Tyler and Dan sat on the broad low terrace overlooking the city. Tyler and Dan had invited Ron and Matt as well as their boys over for their inaugural dinner at their new Taliesin West-style home. After the pleasant dinner the boys had excused themselves. Carl and David decided to go back to Ron and Matt's where they could have privacy, while Nathan announced, to everyone's surprise, that he had a date'. When the name of his partner for the evening was asked, he simply replied, "Oh, you'll find out eventually." The younger boys, Ronnie, Jerry, Eddie and Zack had decided to explore the new entertainment/ sports building of the complex, with Zack asking Tyler if they could use the spa in the courtyard later. After checking Dan's eyes, Tyler said `okay' but reminded Zack that Ronnie and Eddie had not brought along bathing suits. Zack just looked at Tyler, like his dad had lost his mind, and said, "So?"
"They got you on that one Tyler," Ron kidded his brother.
After the boys left, the older men mixed after-dinner drinks and moved to the eastward facing deck that looked over the City. It was the first time they'd had a chance to all be together for the entire preceding week. The conversation consequently turned to the events that had transpired during that time.
"I heard from our attorney and the D.A.'s office today on the Tom Stanley matter," Ron announced. "There has been a no contest plea agreed to, and he's been found guilty with extenuating circumstances. The agreement for sentencing is that he will be `sentenced' to a monastery that is cloistered. That way he's cut off from regular contact with the public for a period of not less than 20 years. If he leaves before that time, he will be considered guilty of breaking parole and resentenced to a penal institution. Our attorney has also reached an agreement in the Civil Suit we filed against him. Stanley has agreed to an award to Matt of $10 million, which will reduce $500,000 each year that he remains in the monastery. If he leaves early, the full remaining balance is then due and payable. This should keep him impoverished if he leaves early."
"What do you think of that?" Dan asked Matt.
"Ron and I had discussed it together with our lawyers. I have no grudge against Tom, especially if there was a medical reason. I just don't want him wandering around the country molesting little boys if it's all a sham."
"Tyler and Dan, what's happening with the new energy companies?" Matt asked.
"Dan and I have been going crazy," Tyler reported. "Thank God for the two groups of `whiz kids'! I've spent about half my time dealing with the Al Quaida matter, with the other half trying to extricate myself from the daily activities of Aztec-Turner. The third half," he said laughing, "has been working to get the new companies formed and running. Will has helped quite a bit with that, thanks to Ron maintaining the helm with the other Turner Companies for a while."
"I've been likewise busy," Dan added. "A new manager for Construction Leasing has been moved here, and I've spent some time with him to make the transition smoother. The rest of the time has been concentrated on Eden Water Resources. Ron's friend, Chet, has already been in contact with the local water district director, and she's already promised up to a $1 Billion dollars for the first year to build water desalinization plants in California in trade for Colorado River water here. To say she's enthusiastic is like saying that a Ferrari is a car. We've contacted the State over there and the water authority in L.A. They're excited about the prospects and feel that they can provide additional funding as necessary. They're very interested too, for some plants further North where the Colorado River tradeoff is not a factor. I'm not sure how it's all going to work out, but at least we're heading in the right direction."
"We've also contacted California regarding our plans for hydrogen/ water plants. The EPA boys over there are ecstatic!" reported Tyler. "We've been promised that all the regulatory hurdles will be removed for our first plant, especially when we promised that we would maintain the tax structures in place for fossil fuels on a voluntary basis even if all the legislation is not in place."
"I bet they loved that!" Ron commented.
"Our Daddy didn't raise no dummies," Tyler quipped.
"How are things with the new Arts Center Matt," asked Ron on a different subject.
"Not too much to report except that the land purchase has been finalized and George and the `Arts Trio' are busy working with the architects to come up with the plans."
"I hope we've picked someone good," Ron responded.
"The best of the modern architects," assured Matt. "We've chosen Santiago Calatrava, the Spanish architect, for the job. No Frank Lloyd Wright on this complex."
"Who is he?" Dan asked.
"He's the architect that's setting the design world on fire," Matt replied. "He designed the Milwaukee Art Museum, the Burj al-Arab Tower hotel in Dubai, the Lyon's Airport Railway station in France, Lisbon's Oriente Train Station, and the Alamillio Bridge in Spain. There's more, but that's all I remember off the top of my head."
"Wow! That's a lot," Dan said impressed.
"I have some pictures of his work in my briefcase in Ron's office at home," offered Matt. "I'll show you when you come over this weekend. You'll be impressed!"
"I'm glad it's going so good," Ron said smiling at his partner. "I have some news too."
"Oh?" Matt queried "Something I don't know about?"
"Yep," Ron answered. "I had a meeting on Wednesday with a group that has plans to build a Mag-Lev train line from Las Vegas to Long Beach. All they need is money."
"Hell, that's all anybody with a bright idea needs," Matt responded.
"I don't mean to sound dumb again, but what the fuck is a Mag-Lev train?" Dan asked.
"Never think you're dumb Dan. I'm sure you know plenty of things I barely know of. But to answer your question, it's an above ground electric train that floats on magnets, so there's no surface friction like there is from the running gear on a regular train. It's high tech stuff though. The electromagnets on the track repel the weight of the train so that it floats above a trough-like guideway. It is kept on the track the same way, with magnets on the sides of the trough, but also has guide wheels and small track wheels that the train can settle on if it loses power or stops. The motive power is a linear electric motor where the windings are laid out on the track and a stator is mounted on the train, so that the `motor' works in a linear fashion rather than a circular one like on a regular motor. There is a full-scale test track in Germany, and an operating system in Singapore. It works and it's extremely efficient. We can also provide the power for the system with our new hydrogen powered electric generating plant if we choose."
"How much money do they need?" Tyler asked.
"Only a couple billion dollars, in the near future," Ron answered. "They're looking for a money partner, since the Feds are slow in making the proper enticements. I think we should do it."
"Can we afford it?" Matt asked.
"Sure," Ron answered, "I could raise the money in a week or less. We'll also have Tegano/Turner Construction build it. "We should make at least $200 million on the construction alone, and we'll own controlling interest in the train. The Feds have already offered to let them utilize the Right of Way of I-15 for the guideway. We can also get our friends in Washington to work on the Feds for inducements for future lines. The second venture would be to do the same thing from San Diego to Seattle. That one is a bit trickier, and a bit more expensive. Nevertheless, this could make us rich!" Ron laughed.
"Well it's alright with me if you think it's good," Tyler said. "Just know that I'm gonna be too busy to be involved."
"Me too," Dan seconded.
"Me three," Matt echoed.
"Don't worry," Ron said, "I'll take care of this one myself. I've always wanted a choo-choo."
"You'd better Babe," Matt agreed as he laughed at Ron's goofy remark.
"This will be one of the easiest deals we ever made," Ron stated with a smile. "They have a complete engineering/management team in place. I've reviewed all their qualifications and the team is more than respectable. All I have to do is say `go'."
"What about Christmas and New Years?" Tyler asked, changing the subject.
"Dan and I got together with Parker this week," Matt reported. "The boys have all made out lists, and Parker will take care of getting their smaller gifts. We decided to buy both Carl and David new pickups, with Nathan getting an SUV. We're giving their car to Jerry, and Ronnie will keep as his own the one that he shares now with Jerry. Ronnie and Jerry are each getting a new horse too. Zack and Eddie are each getting laptop computers, and a new Honda Civic to share. That takes care of the gifts, except those between us."
"I don't need anything," Ron declared sweetly. "I have all I need and it's you."
"Dan and I feel that way too," reiterated Tyler.
"Well you're not getting Matt, no matter what!" Ron declared.
Everyone laughed at Ron's attempt at humor once again.
"You know what I mean," Tyler said as he stopped laughing.
"Yeah, I do," Ron admitted sheepishly.
"I think we should restrict the gifts between the four of us to $500 each," Matt suggested. "We all have more than we need, including an island, a condo and boats we don't use or use enough. I think our gifts should be nice but small."
"I think so too," Dan said. "We're going to be so busy this next year that the last thing we need is more toys."
"That's fine with me," Ron said.
"Me too," came the response from his brother.
"That's settled then," Ron said, "Now how about New Year's?"
"The invitations are all sent," Matt replied, "and the Stratosphere's facilities are reserved. Parker and I went over the menu and the entertainment plans. He'll carry on from here. Margaret and Jan Bounett are taking care of the accommodations and transportation. I'd say it's a no-brainer at this stage."
"I'm looking forward to it," Ron said. "Tyler, will we have this mess with Al Quaida out of the way before then?"
"It looks that way," Tyler said. "We'd like to close in on the terrorists maybe as early as the week before, if we can catch them with the goods. If not it could get a bit dicey."
"If this thing doesn't' come off early as planned, I want to know," insisted Ron. "We have our friends' lives at stake. I don't want to expose them to risk."
"I understand," Tyler agreed. "I can't personally promise that it will come off early. You never know what the Feds will do."
"That's why I want to know," Ron declared. "I'll take care of the Feds, if need be."
"You've got it brother," Tyler promised.
Tuesday evening, Achmed's home
The terrorists, including David who had just arrived were gathered again around the table when Achmed began to speak. David squirmed in his chair, the `bug' located in his ass crack causing some discomfort against his recently well-exercised rectum.
"Allah has been good to us," Achmed declared. "Everyone has done his part. We now have a bright red fire van just waiting to be lettered and a place to hide it until we're ready. The fireman's outfits should arrive tomorrow and the badges and other identification should be done by Friday. It's good because we have less than three weeks before New Year's. The explosives have all arrived and Cyrus has all the timer fuses we need. I have been working on the final plan."
"That's wonderful news," Jamil said for the others.
"Yes, I've worked with Cyrus on how we'll deliver the bombs. On the day before New Year's, we'll deliver the high explosives to the roof packaged in crates with the City Fire Department's name on them, identifying the contents as rescue gear that is to be stored in the upper tower's fire rescue rooms. We'll notify the Casino's security ahead of time that we'll store the boxes on the roof until the week after New Years so as to not tie up their elevators until after the celebration. In addition, I've decided that we're going to car bomb the other two legs. We have three additional vans that we can load with ammonium nitrate explosives. The four of you will do the deliveries. The deliveries will be set to be made one minute after the explosions on the roof. If the tower goes down from the first blast, the car bomb delivery will be cancelled. If not, we'll take out the other two legs. Even if the explosions on the roof don't occur, taking out two of the three legs should do the job if the center core remains. I don't want this to fail."
"What will you be doing?" David ventured.
"I've been called by our leader to organize our next attack elsewhere. It is a great honor, but if this operation fails, I'll probably be called to answer for its failure."
"Can you tell us what and where it will be?" Abdullah asked excitedly.
"You don't need to know," Achmed refused. "I have already been in contact with the cell, but the event probably won't take place for a year. Once this present operation is successfully concluded, the Americans are going to hunt us as never before. That's why we're starting early. We may have to lay low for months. You can just know that your sacrifice is a vital part of the overall plan and will be richly rewarded in eternity."
"What do you want us to do next?" Jamil asked.
"We'll not meet again until after Christmas," Achmed directed. "In the meantime, those of you involved will finish your preparations. I'll be in touch if I need your assistance and to give you the time and place of our next meeting. When we meet, I'll give you the final timetable. I think that's all for tonight. Allah be praised."
"Oh David," Achmed said as they all stood. "Would you wait a moment after the others have left?"
"Of course," David replied as the other three men headed for the door to the outside, "I'm here to serve."
As soon as the last of the trio had slipped outside, Achmed asked, "Are you still planning on seeing the Turners?"
"Well, I had planned on spending just a little time with them so they won't be suspicious," David replied. "I'll do whatever you wish, though."
"I want you to keep on seeing them, just like before," insisted the cell's leader. "I've done a bit of investigating and found that the Turner's own a security company and are very powerful politically. I don't want them to even dream that you might be involved in something covert. If they find out anything from you, they could raise the alert and be listened too without question. Be very careful what you say around them too. One slip and we could be in big trouble."
"You can depend on me," David said with firm resolution in his voice.
"I'm sure of it," Achmed said with a forced smile. "You may go. I'll be in touch."
5 minutes later.
Jamil and Abdullah re-entered the house after David had left. Achmed turned to them as they appeared.
"I want you two to follow David for the next week," Achmed instructed. "I don't think he's doing anything wrong, but I just want to make sure. For Allah's sake though, don't let him see you."
"As you command," Abdullah responded.
Ron and Matt's, Thursday, Christmas Eve.
Carl was driving the Civic up the driveway to the large hillside mansion with David as passenger, having stopped by David's apartment on the way after work to pick up his clothing and an assortment of gifts for the Turner clan. He had been invited to spend the Christmas holiday with Carl and the Turners and, even though the holiday was not one of his belief, he was looking forward to it. The car climbed the hill behind the house and after Carl used the garage door opener to retract the door, he pulled into his parking place. The two young men climbed out of the vehicle with Carl picking up most of the wrapped boxes and David grabbing his small overnight bag and the remaining gifts before following Carl into the house. As they entered the family room they found Wes Harper, Tyler, and Ron waiting.
"Put the gifts under the tree," Ron directed, "then Carl please take David's bag to your room. The three of us need to talk with him for a few minutes."
"Sure Ron," Carl said leading David into the living room where a huge tree stood.
A moment later they reentered the room with Carl carrying David's bag.
"I'll catch you in a few," Carl said heading for the stairway to the upstairs bedrooms.
"I'll be up soon," David said in a loud voice as Carl climbed away.
"Sit down David," Ron offered, indicating a chair completing the circle begun by the others.
"We need to complete our plans and let you know what's happening," Wes began.
"First, have you had any contacts from the cell members?"
"Achmed called me last night," David reported. "He insisted that I immediately go over to his house for a final meeting before we put the plan into action. Since New Year's Eve is on Friday, a week from tomorrow, Achmed said that we'd meet on Thursday afternoon to place the explosives on the roof. I'm to come as soon as I get off work and change into the fireman's uniform at the warehouse where the explosives are stored, then I'm to call them. They'll come back and pick me up when they come back for the second load. On Friday, we're to meet after dark at the warehouse downtown on Main Street where we'll load the other vans with the car-bomb explosives to take out the other two legs. His plan is for us to be just down the street behind the tower before midnight, with the three regular vans and the `fire department' one and to move to within sight of the legs just one minute before midnight when the roof explosions will go off. If the tower doesn't fall, we're to drive next to the other two legs and set off the explosives."
"I'm sorry we didn't have time to get you bugged for that meeting," Wes apologized.
"Hey, how could you know that Achmed would call a meeting without warning," David replied. "At this stage, I'd be stupid to lie to you about what happened there."
"There is something else you don't know David. There is a good reason that we've not been in touch directly, except for messages through Carl," Tyler explained. "Achmed had you followed for a week after the meeting before the one you just told us about."
"I thought so," David replied. "A couple of times I thought I saw Abdullah and Jamil. At first I thought I was seeing things, but the second time, I was convinced, even though I only got a glance. It just kept me on my toes, just knowing they were watching."
"Yes," Wes added. "We had tails on those two guys, along with the others. "We thought there was something fishy going on when they went back in to Achmed's after they and you had left the previous meeting. There was no point in telling you though. You would have just looked for them, and it might have given you away."
"When are you going to make the arrests?" David asked.
"When they take the explosives to the tower," Wes reported. "We're going to do it when they are the only ones there, before you join them. We'll report later `that a fifth accomplice has been arrested', so that they won't think you'll try the attack alone or you tipped us off. Of course we'll leak that news into the jail."
"We really will pick you up and arrest you however at the warehouse," Tyler continued. "We will even book you, but then you'll be secreted out of the jail and brought here. From here you'll be taken to L.A. for some minor cosmetic changes, then flown to Atlanta, where you'll become a new employee of Aztec-Turner. After 6 or 8 months you'll be transferred here or wherever you and Carl want to live."
"Will Carl come to Atlanta when I go there?" David asked.
"I talked to him last night," Ron revealed. "I told him everything, but got him to promise not to let on that he knew what was going on until we talked to you."
"He probably hates me," David said, the fear of rejection showing in his eyes.
"No, he thinks you're very brave," Ron contradicted the young man. "After you've been in Atlanta for a month, he wants to join you there. He'll stay employed by Tegano-Turner Construction, but by then T-T Construction will have an office in the same building with Aztec-Turner Security. That's where he will meet, officially, for the first time, David Turner."
"Who's David Turner?" David asked.
"You are son. Matt and I are going to adopt you," Ron explained with a smile. "It will be done secretly though, with the cooperation of the courts here. Of course we don't have to do it that way, if you don't want the adoption."
"I^ÅI^ÅOh!" David said in shock. "^Å.Oh, I can't believe it. You want me?"
"Yes, we do," Ron confirmed. "Carl will be a Turner by then too. If you don't want your partnership known, you can live together as brothers."
"Matt's okay with this?" David asked, "And Carl too?"
"Yes, the three of us talked last night," Ron said. "We're not going to tell the other boys though until at least this thing with the Stratosphere is over, so it can't be talked about, not even here. Matt and Dan know about what's going on, but are not directly involved. At this time, the less people know about the bombing details the safer you'll be and the more chance of it remaining a secret until the arrests"
"I just can't believe you want me," David repeated. "I'm not anybody. No one ever wanted me before. I don't know what to say. Of course I say `yes', but I^Å it's just unbelievable. Can I talk to Carl privately about all of this?' David asked.
"All you want David. All you want, but only this weekend," Ron responded. "Once either of you leave here, no one is to speak of any of it, even at work, until after the arrests."
"I understand," confirmed David.
"Now," Ron said smiling, "Go find Carl, son."
"Thanks `Dad'," David beamed as he stood and hurried to the stairway that Carl had traveled up earlier on the way to his room.
Christmas Night, Ron and Matt's room.
"What a day!" Ron said tiredly as he plopped down on the bed. "First there was the Christmas services last night, then our little mini-gift opening, then this morning with all the presents and hoopla, then lunch with our few close friends of about 30 people, then at last everyone went home, thank goodness, praise the Lord!"
"Yeah, we had a plate-full, and it was a LOT more than just food," agreed Matt.
"Yes with all the tension of the Al Quaida thing and all the people here, and now there are more coming. New Year's is the busiest time of the year in Las Vegas. It's amazing that we could even find accommodations for nearly 150 people from out of town, and at good hotels too."
"It's had Margaret and Jan busy for 6 weeks!" Matt revealed.
"Just the friends we had here for Christmas was wonderful," said Ron. "Now, this very next week all our friends will be here! It makes me so very happy. I hope some of them can stay for prolonged visits. I miss those like Ryan and Alex, and so many, many more. Our life has truly been blessed with the best of friends and family. It makes me want to just run around hugging people!"
"Just so you don't get too friendly with all those cute guys my love," Matt warned. "There's only one Ron in my life and there'd better only be one Matty in yours too!" He said with a wink and a smile, then softly continued, "I don't tell you this enough, Mr. Turner, but I love you so much. Not the Mr. Turner with looks, money and brains, I love the Ron guy that has a heart of kindness and gentleness, the one that let's the love for others leak out of every pore. That's the real you."
"It's the one who loves his Matty above all others," Ron confessed for the hundredth time. "The Ron you love is the one that has found true happiness, and it's all because he's found his true love. He's found the one who makes his life complete and meaningful. Yes, his Matty is a hunk and smart as they come," he said giving his lover a quick kiss, "but it's the Matt that shares his life, his every waking thought that makes the Ron the guy you admire. We're a team Babe, a team that gives. We give to each other and we give to others too."
"I'd like a little of your giving right now," Matt said with a sexy come-on smile.
"That's one request that I'll honor before all others, and be happy I did as it gives me so much pleasure," Ron said taking Matt into his arms.
"Not more pleasure than it gives me," Matt taunted.
"Does so!" asserted Ron.
"Does not! Matt countered.
"Okay then," Ron said. "We'll take out the pleasure meter and find out."
"Mmmmm!" Matt murmured pulling Ron down onto the bed. "I love your pleasure meter!"