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(NOTE: This story involves a "prequel" regarding the O'Toole family mentioned in Chapter Ninety-Seven. Several readers expressed an interest in hearing more about the character of Pat O'Toole. Although these stories are stand-alone, the reader is strongly advised to begin at the beginning all the way back in Chapter One. By reading Chapter Ninety-Seven alone (or for that matter Chapter Ninety-Eight for Coach Don Farbersten), the reader will have a better idea who the characters are and how they came to be in that crowded room with Pat being forced to explain to his roommates all the ordeals he had been forced to endure to bring him to that northern crossroads. That being said, we continue with the story from Pat O'Toole – and friends!
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All day at work Mike O'Toole ran various scenarios in his head, trying to make those mismatched puzzle pieces fit into something might result in something other than his life coming apart. And no matter how hard he forced the various elements together, he always came up with disaster after disaster. Even if he somehow got all three of his sons in the same room at the same time, how could he even begin to broach the subject? Honesty was not going to cut it! Hey guys, how you all feel about taking turns getting fucked by your old man? And we take pics doing the nasty! Oh, and somehow I gotta shoot three loads in one hour! You guys cool with that? Or the other part about having a witness to the damning deed. Hey you guys, this here's my friend from high school or big Otis from down the street and he's going to watch you all get buttfucked? Doesn't that sound like a total hoot? So he scratched Vince and Otis off the list fast. That left that Brunner kid next. So he tried the scenario of, hey Mike how about you invite your friend Tom over one night to watch you and me doing one of our "private workouts" like we did that one time. Oh and you don't mind taking it up the butt in front of him and oh by the way, Sean and Pat will be there too! Oh and when we're finished I'm sure he'll report all the details back to his dad, the coach! Yeah right! So he was forced to scratch him off the list as well. That left Sean's friend. Say Sean how about you invite your little friend over and he can take pics of me taking your hole! Oh you probably didn't know I already fucked both your brothers and now it's your turn, huh? And those two will also be there to see you bend over and get your ass ripped open, huh little buddy?
He almost did not have lunch his stomach in knots just thinking about what a horrible position his son – no not his son those coaches! – no not those coaches he himself! -- had put Mike in. But for all he wracked his brains, he could not figure out how anything Mike might have done at school could possible lead to even half of this? He saw the forms and they looked legit so at least that part seemed above board. But what happened yesterday in that practice room! If that other father and son team had not been there, Mike would have walked right out of there, scholarship or no scholarship. That was until he saw his son and that donkey-dicked black kid on the mat, naked and fully erect the both of them, then he realized this whole situation was no laughing matter. No if they went through all the trouble to get those two to do... what? Some triple-x exhibition for... whom? Their two dads? And was that to intimidate them into going along with their sick program or... Mike remembered how boned up that dad, Mister Jackson? had gotten watching his son and Mike's son doing their porno wrestling.
Mike spent the rest of the afternoon kicking himself for letting himself get sucked into their disgusting worsening trap. Because it seemed to him somehow someone somewhere had gotten wind of Mike's little "kinky side". And the only way they could have would be Mike Junior! So he decided that no matter what, he and his big-mouth son needed to have a little talk about him blabbing their shared dirty secret all over town! Because if word had gotten back to Mike's coaches, then it was only a matter of time before the cops were ringing his doorbell and dragging him off to jail!
He drove home getting angrier and angrier, and more terrified in the process. Then it hit him; if Mike Junior was the big blabbermouth, why had Pat been there? And why was Pat so enthusiastic about doing naked wrestling with him – with half the world watching on top of it! – if Mike was the source of the problem? Unless Mike had told Pat! No matter how he wrestled with that, he could not imagine Mike going to Pat and telling him that dad had buttfucked him and he had let Pat know all the filthy details! No that made no sense either.
Supper Monday night was unusually subdued. When his wife asked the kids about school only Jennie answered. And boy did they hear about every single detail of every class and every person and every argument and who was or was not or might be dating who and who was going to this dance and that game and blah blah blah until he just tuned it out. But he kept his eyes on Mike who looked like he had just come from a whupping. With Pat not far behind. He wanted to ask them why but the dinner table was not his first choice for such a conversation. So he resolved to get one or both of them aside later and have a long and serious chat. Because even if Pat was okay with all that had happened yesterday, he did not seem to be okay today. So he adjourned to his den to see who might come in to talk, but after a half-hour the quiet room began to throb louder and louder with his increasing heartbeats. So he went up to the boys' rooms but they were both out for the night. His wife said they were just going to the mall for a half-hour and would be back in plenty of time to finish homework. So much for getting the three of them together for... no! What was he thinking! This would never work!
He went down the stairs loudly announcing his arrival. He expected a flurry of activity from Sean hiding evidence of whatever banned activities he did not want to be caught doing. Instead he found him and a friend quietly playing video games.
"Hey didn't mean to bother you buddy" he examined Sean's friend once he was at the bottom of the stairs. He was slightly bigger than Sean but once he turned to face him he recognized him as the curly-haired freckle-faced kid Sean played with now and then "hi" he said to him.
"Hey dad" Sean got to his knees and stretched "it's okay. Timmy here never loses so – "
"Not my fault you can't shoot worth sh – oops sorry Mister O'Toole" the kid's freckles suddenly were swamped by bright red blushing "well you can't" finishing their game.
"Timmy?" Sean's dad tried not to look puzzled.
"Geez dad!" Sean got up and yawned "Timmy's been over here like a million times, remember? He's the one who broke my bat when – "
"Don't remind your dad about that, geez Toole!"
"Of course I remember your friend. How ya been Tim" he came over and ruffled that mophead of hair in bad need of a cut "how's your dad?"
"He's still working nights. Sometimes I think he's a spy or something he's never home" and that's when it hit Mike. Timmy was Timothy Wagner! The Timothy Wagner from the note! His dad, Dick Wagner was a circuit judge assigned to – fuck! They crazy enough to think I'm doing anything with any of my sons with this kid within ten miles and about to report it back to his dad the judge? Are they totally nuts?
"So you guys playing video games?" Mike was the concerned parent. Concerned but not nosy "nothing too violent I hope" well maybe a little nosy.
"Nope sorry dad. Unless you consider ten car pile ups violent."
"Only because you can't steer right."
"Only because you cut in front of me!" and the two bickered back and forth until Mike yelled,
"Hey okay you two, no fighting."
"We ain't fighting" Tim stuck out his tongue "just a gentlemen's disagreement.
"So aren't there some other videogames you two can play without... disagreements?"
"Well I wanted to do... that" Tim pointed at the collection of exercise equipment in the corner "but Sean The Con says we can't."
"If my brothers were here we could..." Sean bit his lip giving his dad a sly glance "but you always tell me I can't unless there's somebody older around and – "
"I'm older" Tim countered.
"Yeah ten months, big deal."
"You're here now" Tim looked at Sean's dad "now can we? Huh huh? Can we can we huh?"
"I dunno..." Sean looked nervous and excited at the same time "dad doesn't want to waste his time with a bunch of – "
"C'mon Mister T – I mean Mister O – I mean..."
"You can call me Michael... Tim..." he felt a warm wave like something ominous sweep through the room.
"Timmy okay?" Tim said "my mother calls me Tim, and my dad calls me Timothy, but only when I'm gonna get it – "
"Like when you cheat at videogames – "
"I wasn't cheating you just can't – "
"Okay okay okay guys" Mike whistled "I get it okay?"
"So that means you gonna join us – I mean like supervise us – "
"Yeah dad join us!" Sean chimed in "c'mon you always said if I asked then I could use the equipment and..."
"What do you do when I'm not here?"
"Ask Pat or Mike."
"And if they're not here?" he wanted to paint him into a corner.
"Then I wait til someone gets home."
"Where are they tonight by the way?"
"Out shopping" Sean smirked "somebody's birthday – "
"Oh fuck I forgot – shit!" Mike just swore in front of his son and his friend. Big breach of house rules.
"Your dad swore!"
"Okay dad now y'gotta" Sean shrugged like it was nothing "I won't tell if you stay now. Okay okay okay?"
"And Sean knows I keep secrets, right Sean?"
"Um-m-m, er right" but Mike saw the nasty glare Sean gave Tim "so what we doing?"
"Something really heavy and – "
"Okay you guys, it seems I really DO need to supervise you" he went over to the weight bench, a bit disturbed how dirty it was. Not soiled but grimy and... were there a few slippery spots? At that point he was so glad the boys had their own laundry facilities down here. The less the wife stumbled on, the better the whole house would be. He set the bench up for shoulder exercises "okay I know guys your age think it's all about big chests and big arms – "
"Yeah like yours!" Tim chimed in.
"Well... um... but you also need to develop and work on ALL the muscle groups so you don't end up looking like something out of a bad comic book..." pointing at his son "okay Sean you go first."
"I hate these. You never see any results" but he took the seat and started to pull down the bar like it was killing time "see?"
"Okay gimme twenty."
"Twenty?" Sean gasped "I never – "
"Then you complain about no results huh?" but he stood there as Sean yanked his twenty. As soon as he finished Tim was all but jumping up and down,
"Me now me now!" all but pushing Sean off the bench. As soon as Tim did it was like a race to see if he could do his twenty in half the time.
"No no no you're not doing it right. Both of you were not – "
"Huh? How? What's wrong with how we did it?" they both asked over and over.
"So us Mister... Michael" Tim nodded "you do it then."
"Go on dad, show us."
"It's not a race, you don't see how fast you can it" Mike loaded more weights "you do it slowly like... this" and with a slow smooth stroke he lowered the bar and then held it for five seconds at chest height. Then he slowly let the bar return to its position above him at arms length.
"Do that again do that again" Tim was eating it up. So Mike obliged until he felt the show was over. He directed his son back onto the bench and after readjusting the weights again had him do it. The right way this time. Then Tim tried only to realize slower was more deadly. After fifteen his wiry arms were showing signing of giving out. So then in was legs, then back, then he had them do the kettle balls until they were all dripping sweat. At that point they all heard,
"Michael I need to talk with you upstairs" echoing down from the kitchen door.
"Boys" Mike joked wiping his face with a less-than-clean towel "think twice before you get married" and he strode back up the stairs.
"Why are you sweating?" she asked him as soon as he cleared the door.
"Showing Sean and his friend some routines on the weights."
"Those boys and those weights! They better not hurt themselves!"
"That's why I'm there making sure."
"Well I need to go out" she tossed over her shoulder "because someone forgot someone's" thumbing to the floor "birthday present like he was supposed to yesterday."
"Sorry hon" he shrugged "but didn't Mike and Pat...?"
"Well if they're as forgetful as their father..." she blew him a kiss "they were supposed to be back by now. As long as you're here, I don't mind leaving Sean home alone."
"He's with his friend" Mike protested.
"Twice as much trouble to get into on their own as far as I'm concerned" and she was gone. Their daughter was at volleyball practice on Mondays so the house was empty for a change. And that got Mike thinking. If Mike and Pat came home soon, could he possibly, was there some remote chance of... fuck! He could here himself saying, okay guys we got one hour! Get naked and get ready to get dicked! He laughed a bitter laugh knowing this could not – could never work. He grabbed a bunch of chilled water bottles and headed back downstairs. When he turned the corner his eyes went wide.
"Sean!"
"I know you said but" he and Tim were both doing curls with dumbbells. Without their t-shirts!
"Sorry Mister.. Michael, it was my idea."
"Don't get mad, dad, okay? Just this once? It's always so hot... down here..." Sean held the t-shirt not sure if it would go on or stay off.
"Well guys..." he looked at the two of them "if you promise me on your honor not to say anything to anyone. That includes those brothers of yours, maybe just maybe we can just once."
The two of them hi-fived and continued making those biceps stand out. Now that Tim was stripped to the waist, Mike had a better impression of just how filled out and toned the kid was getting. And the way his blue veins popped out from those pale yet developing muscles was so much different than Sean's more rounded and slightly fuzzed torso. But what kept making Mike's return again and again to Tim's bare chest were those wide and full pink nipples. It almost looked like they had been pinched or rubbed to make them look so swollen and reddened. Or else it was just his pale skin by comparison.
To get his mind off all this fucked up flesh Mike then made them do leg curls. The first one flat on his back was his son Sean. Mike told himself he was watching his form, and not developing lewd thoughts looking at his tight little butt. And when it was that Tim's turn, he almost swore the kid was flexing his butt muscles intentionally. When it was his turn he was glad to be facedown, if for no reason than to hide his growing "problem" in his jeans. When he felt more decent he had Sean take his turn. He had done maybe four before he yelled and twisted himself off the bench and down to the floor moaning and rubbing his leg.
"What happened what happened Sean?"
"I hurt something!" he moaned trying to move his leg to make the pain stop.
"Does it hurt here?" Mike's hands were up and down Sean's thigh carefully checking for a pulled muscle.
"There and up little higher no inside more" Sean directed Mike's hands until they were rubbing his inner thigh until he was almost touching his balls.
"No biggie, it's just your quad muscle" Mike gave it a long stroke with his two thumbs then stopped.
"No keep going keep doing that I think it's helping" Sean closed his eyes as his dad continued to rub him higher and closer to his balls, pushing the bottom of his shorts higher in the process. As he continued Tim was the first to comment,
"Geez, Sean you're getting a boner."
"No I'm not" Sean moaned but now even Mike could see how the material at his crotch was definitely getting a bit puffy.
"Wow, Sean not like you're hiding it" Tim's voice caught a few times in his lowest register.
"Even if he is" Mike looked at Tim, or rather his shorts "it's no problem. Guys get erections all the time" and there it was. Tim's cut-offs were definitely showing something pushing out one pants leg. Mike cleared his throat and looked away, but he could see Tim's eyes bouncing between Sean's crotch and his. Mike knew he should stop but maybe this is how things might develop. If such a coincidental event was thrust at him, he would be a fool not to see where it might lead. So he returned his attention to Sean's thigh, and after a few strokes allowed his thumb to brush up against something warm and covered with damp cotton. The way it buckled when hit by his thumb, Mike guessed it was his right ball. He hoped Sean would point out what he doing and tell him to stop but the more he banged into that roundness, the more Sean's erection became obvious. When there was no mistaking its shape Mike withdrew his hands and told Sean to lie flat on the bench. As soon as he did his tent was blatantly obvious "see? Guys get erections and you don't see me getting all bent outa shape about it" he handed two barebells to his son "try some flies now with these. It's keep your mind off – "
"Your boner" Tim grunted.
"Your sore quad" Mike looked at Tim. If he had been blushing before, now it looked like he had been sprinting for an hour. His entire chest had a ruddy blush going all the way down to his outie. And they way he just let that tube push out his pantsleg made Mike wonder about why his name made it onto the shortlist "it's hot down here, you're right" Mike went back towards the furnace and checked the setting. As he thought it was at seventy-eight. Which is exactly where he left it. He returned to where Tim was replacing Sean on the bench "you guys are not kidding about the heat down here. Guess it's because it's getting cold tonight so the furnace has kicked in" and Mike did it. He pulled his dress shirt free from his jeans and yanked it and his t-shirt free. He stood there stripped to the waist, seeing Tim's flies grind to a halt as he watched his chest rise and fall "remember Sean just between us guys okay?"
"Okay" Sean gulped. Seeing his dad half-naked was shocking enough. But seeing him act like his boner and Tim's boner were not to worry was even more shocking. Sean knew this had to be a once-in-a-lifetime chance. And because it came mere hours after this very room was witness to a sexual explosion caused Sean to think all the wheels had come off the train! So when his dad took his turn on the bench, you can bet Sean for one was watching those jeans looking for the least hint of where this might lead.
The three finished their sets of flies and Tim of all people was quick to suggest they do squats next.
"Okay guys, good suggestion but..." Mike pointed at his jeans "not wearing these I can't" and he headed over for their dryer "maybe I can find some of Pat's..."
"Just take them off okay?" Tim ignored Sean's loud gulp "hey I mean we're already wearing only shorts" indicating his cutoffs and Sean's running shorts.
"Yeah well shorts and underwear are not the same – "
"What's the difference?" Sean shot a look at Tim like: cool it already! "except the lame print and the price tag?"
"C'mon guys" Mike knew things were shifting big time. And those two were up to something, he could almost smell it "you never see guys at the gym working out in their underwear" he tried. But Mike knew he needed answers. And the big question seemed to be: why was this Tim kid so cranked up to get Mike to lose even more clothes?
"You ever see some of those compression shorts?" Tim ignored Sean's glances "they're like sprayed on! They don't hide nothin!"
"I don't know guys" Mike could not shake the voices in his brain now urging him to see where this was tumbling "don't you think it's a bit... um... suggestive?"
"It's cool Mister Michael – "
"Okay just Mike okay?"
"Okay Mike" Tim went for the kill "you saw us with boners. Seeing you in your Underroos is not going to give me a heart attack okay?" and Mike had to laugh. But it was a staged laugh to hide his nervousness. But he had to push this further; he had to see if his suspicions had any basis.
"How old are you again?" Mike saw the tossle-haired kid for what he was: the class menace.
"Too old to get goofy seeing you in your boxers, okay?" looking at Sean "and I'm seventeen okay?"
"They flunked him a year" Sean laughed "now you know why!"
"Sean the Con!"
"Tim the Flin—"
"Hey remember what – "
"Okay okay fine you win" Sean held up his hands.
"We're cooling off here Mist – I mean Mike. Yes or no?"
"Y-y-yes" Mike crossed the line, knowing he was crossing the line, knowing how dangerous it was to cross the line. But it was a line that had to be crossed if he was to get the information he needed. Could he do it? Could he have sex with his youngest son? With that redheaded sexfiend right there watching? And somehow involve his innocent son Mike and no-longer virgin son Pat in the same sick activities? Only one way to find out if he had the balls to do it! Before he came to his senses he turned his back on the two and pulled down his jeans, kicking out of his shoes in the process. When he turned back, he was wearing only his socks and his very loose plaid boxers. As he expected – or feared or hoped – both sets of eyes were on his package "not a word to your brothers about this! Or anyone we clear on this? Anyone! You swear?"
"Wow" Tim could only say that after his tongue caught up with his eyes.
"Geez dad..." Sean did not know where to put his hands "you look like..."
"Old outa shape..."
"No like really... um..." Tim wanted to say smoking but setting for "I wish my dad was..."
"Okay like you said time's wasting" so Mike loaded the bar for Sean and stood behind him lifting the weights onto his shoulders. Sean sailed through all ten with style, even though it took all his concentration to ignore all that warm flesh behind him. After all Sean had been doing squats for a long time and had the leg muscles to show for it. And it was never too early to start spring training as far as he was concerned. Then it was Tim's turn. He was not as balanced at Sean so Mike had to steady him a few times, each time he did he felt more and more heat steaming up from that flesh in front of him. When he finished Mike did not need to check him below the waist to tell either the squats or all the physical contact caused that long tube to return. Then it was Mike's turn. He added more weights and curled the bar up to his chest, then jerked it to his chin. When he widened his stance he felt it: it was a small pop but the implication was as huge as if his car had crashed through that basement window! Because as he feared and suspected one of the snaps of his fly had popped open! Could he go through with this? Would he be so brazen to... He continued his squats telling himself it was not intentional but those voices in the back of his head told him the moment of truth had arrived. When he lowered himself down again, his knees widened even more and pop! there went the next snap. Now he could feel the cool air on his damp pubes and heard the gulps of reaction from two hoarse throats. He squeezed his eyes shut, not daring to see the reactions on either of their faces, especially his son's, when he lowered himself down again and felt the last snap pop open. And as he straightend out, he felt the air on his cock, now hanging free of the fly. He told himself to stop, he knew he needed to stop, everyone sense of parental decency told him to stop but he continued. He lowered himself again, fully exposed and now the pounding heartbeats began to travel downwards and fill out his meat. As he raised himself up he knew he was totally exposed, and growing by the minute. Still he did not stop, eight, nine, ten, eleven squats until by the time he lowered the bar off his chest, he had to roll it forward so it did not bang into his now rapidly hardening cock. He looked down at himself pretending surprise "oh sorry about that" he tucked it back inside his boxers, but did not rebutton the fly "guess I got carried away. Sorry if that grossed you – "
"Damn Tool" Tim was almost panting "you so won that bet!"
"Wagner shutup!"
"What bet was that?" Mike stood there grabbing his water bottle. And making no effort to cover his tented boxers "Sean?"
"A stupid bet, don't mind him!" Sean glared at Tim.
"Stupid bet you won" Tim appeared to have been stroking himself during the show. Because now his cock was so hard it was even leaking where the head was pushing out one side "we bet – "
"Cool it!"
"We bet which dad had the bigger cock" Tim was on a roll "and man did you ever win that one. How big is that?"
"I dunno" Mike was out of control now he had turned the corner. He reached down and even outlined the length through the cloth "I never measured it" he lied "so how do you know how big your dad –"
"We saw him in the changing room at the Y okay?" Sean cut him off.
"But he wasn't hard..." Tim's tone of voice was all over the place. But Mike heard it, heard something almost like disappointment in it or so he told himself. Damn he could not believe what he was really doing this. It was like he was drunk or stupid or crazy or just out of his mind. But now it was actually happening; he had exposed himself to his son and his friend. And as he feared neither one was sprinting from the room.
"Oh" was all Mike needed to say.
"Neither are you M – Mike" Tim gave himself another re-adjustment "right?"
"No I'm not totally hard" like standing here in front of these two teenagers talking about his cock was normal. He realized these two might just do it; they might be coersed into something like,
"That I'd like to see!" Tim blurted out. He also was not thinking straight, or else his cock was in the pilot seat as well "have you Sean?"
"Fuck no" Sean also blurted out, knowing the tone of his voice totally betrayed him "my dad – ".
"Your dad's not cut like you" Tim could only see one thing, like Sean's dad's junk was now taking over the whole room.
"Actually all my sons were circumsized" Mike's mouth was sprung wide open, loose and dangerous "but no, I'm still intact."
"My dad's cut like me" Tim again had to adjust himself "I never saw a real uncut cock, not in real life."
"Sean aren't there guys in your school that are uncircumsized?" Mike suddenly had an itch, right under his balls. The way it made his cock bob was nothing short of obscene.
"One guy" Tim answered for him "but that's not even the same, like his dick is like one inch but the skin is like two. Totally gross."
"You think foreskins are gross?" Mike was going for broke. Now the itch was going from his navel down to his pubes, taking the waistband down with it. As he continued to push the boxers down, his cock again popped free of the fly "is this gross?"
"Dad..." Sean moaned, losing his own battle to keep his hand away from his prominent hard "c'mon..."
"If this is grossing you out I better stop" and the boxers were back up and that cock again half-hidden.
"Wow, just five seconds okay?" Tim knew Sean's dad could only say no. But he had to try.
"Five seconds? Of what?"
"Lemme see it okay? Just... um look. Okay?"
Mike did not answer. Neither did he meet Sean's eyes. What he did do was yank his boxers down and completely off. Standing there in just his socks made him look even more blatant and exposed. He put his hands behind his back as Tim came closer. When he felt that hand grab him right behind the crown he just closed his eyes. When he felt that hand begin a slow back and forth motion, sliding the foreskin up and down his now shiny wet head he just kept his eyes closed. When he heard the rustling of clothing and then a quick slapping of flesh on flesh and then felt a second hand on his now iron-hard cock, he cracked open one eye . There stood his son and his friend with their shorts around their knees, one hand on his cock, the other rapidly jacking off. Suddenly Sean realized why he called his friend Tim the Flynn. He meant to say Tim the Flint. Because standing like a rock-hard cannon pointing at the ceiling was the hardest cock Mike had ever seen! It was plastered against his vascular belly, the wide head smearing his navel with pre-cum when Tim released it to use his other hand to massage Mike's balls. Mike lowered his hands and was considering returning the favor. But which cock would he grab first? The white flint tower or his son's almost as impressive cock sticking straight forward. He was just about to pick one, imagining how this would look when Pat and Mike came down the stairs, praying they would join in and then maybe just maybe
"Mike we're home!" followed the slam of the kitchen door, his wife's voice echoes down the stairs.
"I'll be right there!" Mike screamed and yanked on his pants and shirt so fast it looked like a blur "goddamnit get dressed!" he whispered back at the two as he tore up the stairs hearing his wife already on the second step "don't come down I'm coming up!" trying to button the shirt fast.
"Honey why are you dressed like that?" she noticed immediately "weren't you wearing a t-shirt and – "
"They're in the wash" he gasped "here let me help you" in his stocking feet he struggled to help her bring in the bags from the car. If he was not totally busted he could not tell the difference.
He finished bringing in the bags and boxes, noting several that could only be the game equipment for Sean's birthday. He nodded his thanks watching her every reaction. When he had brought the last in and locked the car doors, he looked at her,
"What?"
"You need a shower" she wrinkled her nose.
"I was making sure Sean and his friend were not hurting themselves with that equipment.
"I'm glad they do their own wash. It's like armpit central down there..."
"I'll get cleaned up" feeling he just might have dodged several bullets at once "and – "
"Oh by the way" almost talking to herself "I ran into Mary Muller at the store tonight..."
"Who?" Mike tried.
"Mary? Mary Muller? Your friend Vincent's wife, remember, from church?"
"Oh that's right" he was visibly sweating now. Vince and Mary Muller suddenly appearing out of the shadows like a cheap circus trick? What the hell? Having Tim Wagner appear in his basement he could pass off to coincidence, but now his wife just "accidentally" running into Vince's wife was more than coincidence. This was getting weird and creepy and scary and Mike was not buying it for a second. Neither was he taking any of this well.
"She told me to ask you to give Vince a call before nine tonight. I promised her – "
"Fine."
"You have the number?" she went to her purse "I think – "
"Yeah I got I got it" he swore under his breath "now unless you need anything else I'm gonna make sure Sean ain't breaking anything down there" and he was down those stairs in a flash. He found the two demons hovering over Sean's computer, whispering about something "guys..."
"Oh hi dad" Sean quickly closed some screens leaving one showing ESPN highlights of some kind "we were just – "
"Okay you guys about before..."
"Sean already read me the riot act okay? I promised him I would apologize because it was all my fault – "
"Hey, it was my responsibility that things got... um... y'know x-rated and – "
"But nothing would have happened if I would not have pushed it, okay? So Mister... um Michael I promise it won't happen again and I promise I won't say boo to anybody about anything, okay? I'm sorry that – "
"Okay okay, it's not the end of the world and as long as we all agree nobody I mean NOBODY ever hears about any of this, and you guys promise – Sean you PROMISE! nothing ever happens down here that you would not want your mother or worse your sister to witness. Are we clear about that? Sean?"
"Yes dad I promise okay? Not a peep from me!"
"Or me big Mike" Tim giggled.
"That's the kind of thing I don't want – "
"Okay I promise I'm sorry" and the two went back to watching college football highlights or something. Mike looked around the room, seeing how the two had straightened out everything, even hearing the sound of the washing machine in the background.
"Okay not too late, remember it's a school night" turning to leave "and no laundry after ten remember – "
"Okay dad..." Sean turned looking very meek "and thanks dad. Really I mean it thanks."
"Okay buddy" and he was back up the stairs. He made his way to his den and dreading it more than he expected looked at the clock seeing he had a few minutes to make that call. He dialed the number, from memory he noted, and sure enough his friend Vince answered. There was a moment of awkward small talk before the two were talking and shooting the shit like old times. Then Vince surprised him by inviting him over Wednesday night. Something about a favor he needed and did not have time to go into on the phone. Mike mentioned Wednesday was his son Sean's birthday so suggested Thursday instead. Vince could be a real hardass as Mike remembered so they agreed on a time – on Thursday night – and Mike hung up. The smell of his nervous sweat hung in the air like a guilty verdict.