Super Jeff

The following story is a work of gay fiction. If the subject matter is offensive to you or you are too young, please exit now. This work is the property of the author and may not be duplicated without permission. JETjt@aol.com John Tucker

SUPER JEFF

Chapter Eighteen

CHRIS' POV

Wake up time came early, too early for me but what are ya gonna do when you have a wonderful partner named S.J? I was sleeping most peacefully in his arms and only momentarily awoke as he slid away from my back and left the bed. He must have gotten up to go take his morning pee because I'd barely gotten back to sleep when I felt him grasp my shoulder and say, "Get up sleepyhead! It's time for our run!"

"Oh no!" I groaned. I knew that there was something that had made the last few days, at least tolerable. Now I knew what it was. We hadn't run or exercised, or played golf or taken lessons for nearly a week. It was a heavenly omission.

Jeff kept shaking my shoulder. I was sure by then that he wasn't going to go away.

"Do we have to?" I pleaded pitifully.

"Hey! I can't have my true love turn into a blob of fat," Jeff explained with a demonic grin.

"Are you gonna make Ben go too?" I asked. I guess misery loves company.

"Sure he's already up and rarin' to go. Rick's going too."

"That's enough company for you," I reasoned aloud. "You don't need me."

"I'll always need you Babe," Jeff replied. "Now get your little round ass rollin'."

"All right," I said capitulating. "I'm only doing it for you."

"That's a pretty good reason, but not good enough," responded Jeff as I climbed slowly out of bed. "Just think about what all that runnin' does for ya."

"Yeah. It makes me out of breath, sweaty and sore," I replied with a grimace as he pulled back the sheet exposing my bare body to the cool air of the room.

"Nah. It gets all those tiny hormones pumping around through your body and makes you super sexy! I can't wait until tonight. I could tell you hadn't exercised when we made love last night. Your sorry ass was draggin'."

"I don't remember hearing any complaints," I argued as I stumbled to the bathroom, hoping my morning woody would go down before I reached the urinal."

"That's `cause I was just being nice," Jeff kidded. "You know, the usual me. Tonight will be a different story. You'll be jumpin' my bones like Little Jack Horny."

"Who in hell is Little Jack Horny?" I asked as I reentered the room and headed for the dresser to find my jock, shorts and tee.

I could tell Jeff was thinking fast. He grinned and began his ad lib poem:

"Little Jack Horny, in bed not forelorney, licking his boyfriend's pies. He stuck in his thumb, in his honey man's bum,

And said, "Let's fuck!"

My toe caught on my jockstrap and I fell on the floor laughing.

"You doof!" I said picking myself up slowly as I continued to snicker. "I hope the teacher doesn't ask you to recite poetry in school."

"I thought it was kinda good," he said with a proud grin.

I finished dressing and moved to Jeff for a little kiss. His eyes sparkled and my heart melted. I knew he could talk me into jumping off a building if he wanted to. I'd smile all the way down.

"Let's go," I said.

We met the other two runners in the kitchen. There were two glasses of orange juice waiting for our arrival. We poured them down after exchanging greetings, then went outside to do our warm-up stretches.

45 minutes later we were back, out of breath and sweaty as I had predicted. I must admit that the run had me fully awake and I'd be ready to take on the day once I'd showered.

"Breakfast will be in 20 minutes," Frank announced as we entered the kitchen.

"Let's get something to drink, and then hit the showers," Jeff suggested.

"Sounds good to me," Rick said. "Is Mandy up yet?" he asked Frank.

"I haven't seen her so far," Frank reported. "You might have to waken her."

We each drank a glass of water then headed for our rooms.

"Do you want to shower first or do you want to wait?" I asked Jeff.

"I wanna shower with you doofus," Jeff declared. "I wanna rub my soapy hands all over your cute little bod."

Mmmm, only if I get to do you too."

"Honey man, you can do me anytime you like,"

"I didn't mean that!" I countered.

"I did," Jeff said with a wink.

Breakfast was wonderful. Frank had outdone himself. He had made eggs benedict and it tasted as good as it looked. Of course there were other things too. He had made sausages, toast, and scrambled eggs for anyone who wanted something additional. There was a large platter of cut-up fruit too. Strawberries, honeydew, muskmelon, grapes and cheeses adorned the platter. There was tomato juice, grapefruit and orange juices, as well as milk and coffee for anyone who wanted it. By the time I was finished eating I was pleasantly stuffed.

"Guys, I hope you'll excuse me," Jeff said as he pushed back his chair. "I need to spend an hour practicing the piano. I haven't practiced in nearly a week. You guys just rest up for a while. Then it's time for our workout. It wouldn't hurt you to give it a try too Mandy. I'm thinking that some of those curves might be pork. If you guys wanna start while I'm practicing, feel free. If we do a light workout for a half-hour or so we should have time to shower before Ed and Mr. Turner get here.

A sudden thought crossed his mind. "Yikes! I forgot to tell Frank we were having company for lunch."

"Do you ever sit down?" Rick asked.

"Sure! I'll sit down at the piano stool here shortly," Jeff grinned as he rushed off to find Frank.

"You have quite a brother," Rick remarked to Amanda.

"Yeah, I know. I hope I let him live until he's at least 20," she responded. "He's always been like this. It seems that he has every minute planned. It used to drive me crazy."

"It still does me," I added. "He's got me doing stuff that I'd never do alone. I'm gonna be Joe-Jock, by the time school starts."

"That's Jeffy," Mandy grinned. "How are you holding up Ben? We haven't heard 5 words out of you all morning."

"I'm okay," Ben said unsmiling.

"Is there a problem?" Amanda asked with concern.

"No not really," Ben answered. "It just seems strange here. I mean, everyone is nice ta me and all that, but I feel like a pig in a pole vaultin' contest."

"Have you talked to Jeff about how you feel?" Mandy queried with a soft voice.

"No. I don't want to appear ungrateful for all y'all are doin' for me, takin' me in and givin' me stuff and the like. I jus' feel that I don't belong."

"Give it a little time," Rick advised. "I'd talk to Jeff about it too."

"Are you missing Jon?" I asked.

"Yeah, worse than anythin'," Ben admitted.

"I think you should give him a call," I suggested. "Then we can talk about the rest of this with Jeff this afternoon after Ed and Mr. Turner are gone."

In the background, from the other room, we could hear Jeff warming up on the piano.

"I'll call him from my room," Ben said, a smile appearing on his face. "Then I'll get ready and go out to the exercise room and start in."

"I'll join you in a little while," I offered. "I'd like to be just about finished when Jeff shows up. He's a real slave driver."

"We'll be there too," Amanda said for herself and Rick. "We'll come out in about a half-hour."

JEFF's POV

I joined the others in the gym once I'd finished my piano practice. I decided to take it easy as I hadn't worked out in a while and I didn't want to overdo. The others were winding up their routines when I arrived, and Mandy suggested that they take a quick shower rinse, then swim while I was finishing my workout.

"I'll stay with Jeff and spot him," Chris announced. "When he's through with his free weights, I'll join you in the pool."

"Great," Rick said as the three of them headed for the showers.

"We need to talk with Ben this afternoon," Chris said when the others were gone. He stood at the head of the lifting bench enjoying the view. I finished a set of reps, then with Chris' hands steadying the bar, placed the barbell into it's holder above my head.

"What about?" I asked.

"Ben is feeling misplaced, I think," he responded. "I'm certain he misses Jon too. I think that this place is a strange environment for him. I know it was for me, and it wasn't nearly as much a transition as it's been for Ben. He doesn't feel like he fits in."

"Yeah, I could see something is bothering him. We'd better have us a chat," I agreed. "Maybe we can do somethin' to make him feel more at home."

"I told him we could talk after our visitors leave this afternoon," Chris informed me.

"That will work."

"I suggested he call Jon too. They must not have talked long though, because he was way ahead on his exercises before I got here. He didn't look happy."

"Let me get back to work here," I said. "I'll do two more reps then you can join the others in the pool. Pay special attention to Ben though. Maybe he'll open up a bit more and tell you what's bugging him."

I began my second set in earnest, paused for a moment's rest, then attacked the third set. Afterward Chris left and I hurried through the rest of my exercise routine. I took a quick shower, and joined the others in the pool.

"We'd better make this a quick swim," I observed as I slid into the water. Ed and Mr. Turner should be here in about a half-hour."

"I'm ready to get out," Rick said as he vaulted up on the deck and extended his hand down to assist Amanda.

I looked over at Chris and Ben. They were sitting on a below-water ledge and appeared to be engaged in conversation. Ben was looking mighty sad. It looked like he was ready to cry.

"Sup?" I asked as I swam over.

"Ben called Jon," Chris explained. "He talked to Jon's Mom. I guess that something happened this morning between Jon and his old man, `cause Jon's Father pitched him out. His Mom is real upset, but there's nothing that can be done."

"I wonder why he didn't call?" I asked myself aloud. "He should have known that he could depend on us. I think we'd better get out and prepare for action."

Ben and Chris turned and using the ledge for a step, climbed onto the cool-deck. Chris put his arm around Ben's shoulder as they headed for the showers. Placing my hands on the pool's deck edge, I leaned forward and with a kick of my feet, projected myself up on the deck. Dripping, I followed my lover and our young friend.

After showering and dressing we all went into the house. As we gathered in the family room I cornered Rick.

"Do you play golf?" I asked.

A big smile appeared on his face.

"Sure, but I don't have my clubs with me," he stated. "What do you have in mind?"

"I'd kinda like to put a foursome together for tomorrow. We can rent some clubs at the course. Chris plays, though I haven't talked to him yet, and my friend Doug Jacobs plays too."

"Sounds like fun," he responded.

"I'll call Doug and see if he can play," I decided. "If so, I'll get a tee time."

"In the meantime, I'll talk to Mandy," Rick said. "I don't want her to think I'm abandoning her."

"Good plan," I agreed smiling as I headed for the office to make my call to Doug.

Fifteen minutes later, after conferring with Doug and Mandy, I got the tee time and we were set. I had just hung up the phone when the buzzer rang at the front gate. I knew that Frank would get it. I looked at my watch thinking that Ed and Mr. Turner had made excellent time. I headed for the front door to greet our guests, in time to see Frank headed that way from the kitchen.

"It's a Jon Jones. He said that he knows you," Frank announced.

"I'll get it," I said nodding in agreement. "Would you find Ben? Jon and Ben are boyfriends."

"Right away Jeff," Frank said with a smile.

"Hi Jon," I said as I swung open the door.

"Hello Jeff," Jon replied with sadness in his voice.

"Welcome home," I offered with a smile, trying to lift a little of his grief.

"I'm really sorry to barge in like this Jeff," he apologized.

"Nonsense. We were expecting you."

His eyes opened wide and he looked at me questioningly.

"Ben called your house," I explained before he could ask. "I guess things didn't go well with your Dad, huh?"

"That's an understatement," Jon replied. "My Father threw me out."

"Well, Mr. Jeff here just threw you in," I countered. "Of course you have to bunk with Ben. I hope that's alright."

A very large smile finally appeared on his face.

"I can handle that," he replied.

"Speaking of that scallywag, grab your bag and let's go find him."

Jon, still smiling, picked up a backpack that he had set down on the porch and stepped through the open doorway as I stepped back. Once inside he quickly put it down again as he saw Ben rushing toward him.

I quickly closed the door so that we wouldn't scandalize the neighbors with their more than friendly greeting. I can only tell you that lips collided and duct tape could not have held those two together tighter than the arms I saw wrapped around each of the youths.

"Ahem," I rasped, clearing my throat. "Time out!"

The two faces turned toward me with silly grins.

"Ben, show Jon to your room. You guys are going to be roommates."

I thought Ben's face would break with the delight it was expressing.

"Mr. Jeff," Frank interrupted. "I believe that Mr. Macgregor and Mr. Turner are just coming up the drive.

"Okay you guys, scoot!" I ordered. "Ben you're in charge of keeping Jon busy for the next hour or so. The rest of us have a meeting with our lawyer."

"Yes Sir," Ben saluted. "Come on Jon. Wait `til ya see my room. I mean, it's bigger than all outdoors!"

At that they each grabbed a strap of Ben's knapsack and raced for the stairs leading to the second floor. They had just disappeared from sight when the doorbell rang. I turned to the door, but Frank had beaten me to it. He pulled open the door, smiled and said in a very formal voice, "Welcome Mr. Macgregor. May I announce you and Mr. Turner?"

"Cut the crap Frank and let us in," Ed laughed.

Frank winked and stepped back out of their way.

"Hi Ed," I said in greeting.

"Hi back," he responded. "Tyler, I'd like you to meet my client, Jeff Richards, known to his friends and family as S.J. Jeff, this is Mr. Tyler Turner."

"It's a pleasure, Mr. Turner," I said with a smile and an offered hand. "Ed has already given us some good information about you and your company. I can assure you that you are most welcome here. Oh, and please call me either Jeff, or S.J. I answer to either."

"It's a double pleasure for me," the incredibly handsome and buff man responded. "I'd be pleased if you'd call me Tyler."

"Thanks Tyler. Please come in and I'll introduce you to the family," I said, indicating the way to the family room.

We began to move and I stepped ahead showing the way. Fortunately, Frank had sounded the alarm to the others that our guests were here, so everyone, except Ben and Jon, was assembled.

I quickly made the introductions, and we settled into our seats after Frank had taken and delivered our orders for beverages.

"I hope your trip over was not too inconvenient," I ventured.

"No, honestly it was very pleasant," Tyler replied. "It's one of the advantages of having your own fleet of airplanes, I guess. Actually our stop here was only a slight detour. We have a place in San Diego that we visit often on weekends. The rest of the tribe went on after dropping me at John Wayne. Our pilots will return for me when we're finished here."

"I guess we should get right down to business then," I offered. "We'd not like to keep you from a nice weekend in S.D. By the way, we really do appreciate your fast response."

"Ed filled me in on the situation with your parents, both on the phone, then on our trip here from the airport. I can say that we offer only premium services, however even that is no guarantee that we'll be successful in locating them."

"We appreciate your candor Tyler," Amanda joined in. "Could you give us an idea of how you think you can help us?"

"I'm proud to say that we are the best in what we do," Tyler replied. "We are very strong both here and in Europe. We also have connections in other countries and continents too. I understand that the Feds suspect that your parents were kidnapped. We can put 30 investigators and even more if need be, on the search immediately. At our own risk, I've already issued orders to begin the groundwork for the search. By Monday, we should know everything that the FBI, the CIA, Scotland Yard and Interpol have discovered. By Tuesday, if you wish to use our services, we'll be in action."

"I'm impressed," I said. "Assuming that we go with you, how much do you anticipate that this all will cost."

"At the present, we believe that it may take $100,000 to do it right. If we're lucky and find them quickly, it could be substantially less. I won't lie to you though; our fee is based on our efforts and expertise not on the results. We require a $50,000 deposit. I should warn you though; it might cost more, depending on what we find."

I looked at Amanda and she shook her head `yes'.

"That will be fine Tyler," I replied. "Ed will provide the money for you and sign whatever is required. Please know that you are authorized to expend up to twice the estimated cost if you have to take extraordinary measures. You need not get authorization from us if such approval, in your opinion, would delay action."

"That will make things much easier," Tyler agreed. "Nevertheless, we will be in constant contact with you regarding our investigation and progress. I am sending my Vice President for the Southern United States to London to coordinate our efforts. He's an ex-FBI agent and is very competent. I too will monitor our efforts from Las Vegas."

"Is there anything we need to know?" I asked.

"As we see it there are two probabilities," Tyler began. "The first is that your parents were kidnapped for ransom. The other is that they were abducted in order to use their skills. If they were kidnapped for money, I'm sure you will be getting some kind of contact to produce the money they want. On the other hand, if they were kidnapped for their skills, it is likely that they might be kept hidden without any contact being made. I understand that your Father is a noted cancer specialist and your mother is an author and educator. Is that correct? "

"Yes," I answered simply.

"In that case, unless we hear that you've been contacted for ransom money, we will work on the theory that they were kidnapped for their skills. Can you think of any specific skills for which your mother would be kidnapped?"

"None whatsoever," Mandy replied before I could open my mouth. "Mom is a noted linguist, and has a number of other skills, but I can't think of any that would make her a target."

"I agree," I concurred.

"We can be pretty sure then that your mother disappeared principally because she was in the company of your Father. Being a noted oncologist, it's much more probable that he was the principal target."

"Why would anyone want to kidnap a surgeon/oncologist?" Mandy asked.

"I can think of a couple of reasons, right off," Tyler answered. "First, let's imagine that you are a dictator, the Head of State in a small country. Let's further guess that you've been found to have cancer. If it were known that you were ill, it could topple your regime if your enemies found out. Further, if you were from a third-world country, it's unlikely that you have in your small country competent specialists or even the proper equipment to treat your condition."

"I guess that makes sense," Mandy agreed. "What other reason comes to mind?"

"Let's say you were an outlaw, one who has money and influence. You wouldn't want anyone to know where you were in order to avoid arrest. You can't be treated, especially surgically, in a hideout or a cave. You need to be in a hospital where they have medications and facilities. It makes sense to evoke the greatest secrecy. What better way to do that than to kidnap a doctor for the treatment and to hold the wife of the doctor as a hostage to insure that he will perform?"

"Wow!" I exclaimed. "I never thought of any of that!"

"It's all those things we have to explore," Tyler explained. "There are probably 20 or 30 despots that might be eligible under the first scenario, and probably that many bad guys' that would fall under the second. There might be two or three other possibilities that I haven't even considered yet. That's why a team effort is so valuable and why it takes quite a few people just to follow up on the possibilities. If the kidnapping is really devoid of clues, we may have to skip that kind of follow up and move to the end user' approach. We will do both but could still end up empty handed."

"I can see why it won't be cheap," Ed remarked.

"It's important that we work as carefully and discreetly as possible too. I'm sure the kidnappers know that they're being sought by the law enforcement agencies, but we're a factor that they haven't considered. We know that they're violent as witnessed by the couple that was murdered, so we have to be careful not to further endanger your folks. Finally, as much as I don't want to say this, it is possible that they're already dead. I will say that I think they're alive. Someone went to an immense amount of trouble to abduct them. Unless their usefulness expires, I'd guess that they will be kept alive and well. Our first job is to find them, then we'll have to set up a plan to get them back afterward."

"Well, you're hired," I declared. "We just want you to know that we're here if there is anything you need from us."

"I presume that the Feds have tapped your phones in case it is a kidnapping for money?" Tyler asked the question that I thought he felt sure of the answer.

"Yes, with our permission," I replied.

"Good. If they hadn't, we would have," Tyler said. "If you receive any ransom calls, contact us immediately. Since the world thinks that your parents are dead, we would be better off not telling everyone differently for the time being. It will give the kidnappers a feeling of false security. It will also eliminate a lot of false ransom calls. We have contacts inside Homeland Security as well as with the CIA and the FBI so we can tap their knowledge. They might withhold the information though if we don't know they have it. Historically the Federal Agencies were most reluctant to share information, even with each other. 9/11 changed all that, at least on paper."

"You'll be the first to receive a call if we hear of anything," I promised.

"Thanks," Tyler said. "It will be a pleasure working with you. I promise we'll do our best."

"We're confident that you will," I concluded. "Now, if there is nothing else that we need further to know or do, I'd suggest that we have lunch. I'm sure that Frank has prepared a tasty meal. You and Ed will join us, of course," I offered.

"It would be our pleasure," Tyler said for the both of them.

"I'll go see if it's ready."

"There's no great hurry," Tyler said. "Perhaps we'll have time to get to know each other better."

"I know we'd all like that," I said as I stood. "Be right back."

I walked quickly to the kitchen door.

"Hey Frank," I said sticking my head inside. "When will lunch be ready?"

"In about 20 minutes," he answered.

"Fine," I replied. "We'll be ready when you are."

"20 minutes," Frank repeated.

"Okay, thanks," I concluded, backing out of the doorway.

I returned to the Family room and announced the lunch time before again taking my seat. It was just in time to hear Mandy ask, "Tyler, tell us about your family."

CHRIS'S POV

Wow! And I thought Jeff's family was impressive! As Tyler told us about his family I was about knocked over. First, it was obvious that he was gay, and so, it appears is everyone in his whole family. He has a brother whose name is Ron and they both have life-partners as well as several gay kids that they either have adopted or that they care for as their wards. Tyler is really Ron's half-brother and they didn't even know about each other until they were both adults. Ron had inherited his father's business which was big, just for starters. He had already expanded it immensely when he found Tyler and discovered that they were brothers. They became partners when Ron bought Aztec Security and renamed it Aztec-Turner Security, making Tyler its principal owner.

Tyler's tale was interrupted by Frank's call to lunch. I must say, that man Frank is impressive. Even though lunch was light, it was beautifully presented. Of course, Ben and Jon came down to join us and were properly introduced to our visitors. They ate quietly, not engaging in the conversation, but just watched in awe of what was going on around them. I could tell they were somewhat nervous. I was properly proud of Jeff, though. While he seemed properly impressed with Tyler, he was not overwhelmed. I somehow think we found a new friend in the handsome hunk Tyler, who displayed all the polish of a successful businessman, yet was personable and thoughtful of each person at the table.

During lunch Tyler had asked about our family. Amanda offered the family history and the `growing up' story and then Jeff took over describing the events of the summer so far. I was thankful that the parts about me, Ben and Jon were told by Jeff in such a way as to not embarrass us, or as a put-down, making Jeff the great emancipator and us as poor, needy waifs. Jeff made it look like our joining his family was a great opportunity for the Richards', not a rescue effort. I was thankful for that. I'm sure that Tyler was smart enough to see through Jeff's subterfuge, but from all outward appearances he took the hook. I knew better, but I'm sure that Ben and Jon didn't have the first clue what Jeff was doing.

After lunch we all reconvened in the family room. Tyler began to tell us personal stories about his and his brother's boys. He told us a story of one of Ron's sons, Douglas. I couldn't imagine what that poor kid had been through. He was born with congenital birth defects and was left to be raised in an orphanage. Tyler told of Doug's struggles as a youth and his eventual escape and bus trip to find Ron in Las Vegas. He told of his struggle, dragging his deformed body through the night to Ron's office, and how Ron's partner, Matt had been called to the lobby of their office when he appeared. He and Ron took Douglas in as their son, and over some time his body was operated on to correct most of his deformities, followed by months of physical therapy. Just when Douglas had become whole, he contracted cancer and shortly after he was formally adopted by Ron and Matt, in spite of the best efforts of medical science, he died. Tyler told the story with such love and compassion, praising the boy in the light of love and hope that he'd displayed so bravely, that there was not a dry eye in the room. Tears even flowed from Tyler's eyes as he finished the story. I know that it would be impossible to display the real love that Tyler's family had for their son Douglas, but as a storyteller, Tyler has to be near the top of the list.. I know too that the story of Douglas left me, as well as Ben and Jon, with feelings that comparatively, none of us had a problem worth mentioning.

We took a break from Tyler's story to take care of necessities and for getting refreshments. During the interim Tyler took Jeff aside and they disappeared into the study for nearly 20 minutes. The rest of us mingled and got to know each other better. Amanda took over as the hostess though I'm sure she wondered what Jeff and Tyler were talking about. I know I wondered too.

During the time we were waiting for Jeff and Tyler to return, Rick came over and we began talking casually. We discussed Tyler's story and its emotional effect on us. Then we changed the subject. He asked me if I was ready for tomorrow's golf match. Of course, I was surprised and just a bit more than a little pissed that Jeff hadn't mentioned it to me. I tried to cover up my irritation, but I think that it showed, as Rick was apologetic that he'd let the proverbial `cat out of the bag.' Sensing that he'd inadvertently made a faux pas, he quickly changed the subject again and we began talking about Ben and Jon. I must admit that we both agreed that Jeff might be taking on more than he was able to handle with those two, particularly with the fate of Jeff's and Amanda's parents in limbo and the fact that Jeff was still technically a minor. Rick seemed to feel that there was no such problem with me. He knew that I was already an accepted member of the family and that would never change, regardless of any other circumstances. In fact he said how relieved and happy both he and Amanda were that I was in Jeff's life.

Finally Jeff and Tyler reappeared. Everyone noticed, of course and everyone was curious about what they had talked about. Nevertheless, no one said anything, believing that Jeff would tell us when the time was right. Rather than reassemble as we had before for more of Tyler's stories, he and Jeff opted separately to circulate and talk to individuals in the room. I don't think that Jeff or Tyler told anyone what they'd been discussing in the study. I know that they didn't tell me, even though I asked Jeff. He simply said quietly that he'd tell me later. I decided also as we were talking to save any discussions about the irritation I was feeling over the golf outing until later when we were alone. There was no point in creating a row with company present.

After a short time, Tyler announced that he needed to leave. He thanked us all for our time and expressed his pleasure in getting to know us personally. He also said that he was sure, if all went as planned, he'd be seeing us again soon. He said that his plane would be arriving about the time Ed could get him back to John Wayne airport, so he said his last goodbyes. We all gathered at the front entry to thank him and Ed as they departed. Climbing into Ed's vehicle he started it, and then it began moving down the drive as the huge gates swung open. After a brief moment, we watched as the car disappeared down the hill.

Again gathering in the family room, I saw Ben corner Jeff, asking if he and Jon could go swimming. Jeff took them upstairs to make sure they were equipped with swim suits before he returned to rejoin Rick, Mandy and me.

"Ok, spill it brother," Amanda said as Jeff settled down beside me on a sofa.

"Spill what?" he asked with a mischievous grin.

"You know what," Mandy challenged. "What was the big pow-wow with Tyler in the study?"

"Most of the time we talked about Ben and Jon," Jeff revealed. "I knew from his story that he had lots of experience in taking in boys who'd been rejected by their families."

"What did he say?" I asked brimming with curiosity.

"He made a suggestion that I accepted for all of us," he responded, still grinning.

"And that is?" I almost demanded, remembering about the golf match.

"He suggested that we all visit the Turners in Las Vegas. They're picking us up at John Wayne Airport on Tuesday morning."

Author's note: If you haven't read the story about the Turner clan, I invite you to do so. It won't be necessary for understanding Super Jeff, but if you are enjoying this story I think you'll like it too. It's called, Ron and Bryan and is found on www.crvboy.com listed under JET (click on `Authors A-M, then JET), or on Nifty/Adult Friends, last posted Dec. 17, 2005. HUGs. John Tucker (aka JET)