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78

The sun was coming through the window when Randy awakened. He looked up to see a smiling, fully dressed David, offering him a cup of coffee.

"I hated to wake you up" the boy said. "You were just snoozing away. But you said we need to be on the road by seven and it's a few minutes after six now. William said he thought I should go ahead and wake you."

"Is William up?" Randy asked sleepily.

"Yes, sir, he's in the kitchen getting his coffee" David said. "Everyone else is still asleep. The governor and the young boys are sleeping soundly and Arnold and Felton are all hunkered up in a sleeping bag down on the pontoon boat tied to the pier."

"Well, good morning, Sleeping Beauty" William said sarcastically as he plopped down on the bed beside David. "I believe you could have slept all day but I'd probably have done the same if I'd had a young handsome stud like David in my bed all night."

The sheriff actually blushed, as did David.

"Don't be such blushing flowers" Will said. "I came up to get more beers last night and I heard the manly sheriff begging this boy to slam his cock into him. It's a wonder you didn't wake the dead. I would have enjoyed staying and watching or even joining in but I thought it rude to watch without being invited so I rejoined the little group on the pier."

"You should've come on in, buddy" the sheriff said, ruffling David's hair. "This little muscle boy knows how to fuck. He's an expert, especially at such a tender age."

David's face turned even redder.

"Don't be embarrassed, kid," Randy said. "William loves to hear how everybody spent their night, especially if there's some good, juicy fucking going on."

They all laughed.

"Abe and I had a brief conversation with our female prisoner" William said. "She is one foul-mouthed bitch, I tell you. We only took the duct tape halfway off her mouth and she was going at it. She's mad as a fucking wet hen in a rainstorm. Judging by their glares, the men are just as mad. It should be very interesting to start interrogating them. Abe left us some guidelines for the interrogation but he says any information we can get is potentially important."

"Is Abe still here?" Randy asked.

"No" David answered. "He had to get back to the capitol to continue coordinating things in Arizona with the attorney general, the governor and the Arizona Bureau of Investigation."

"How much do you know about this, David?" the sheriff asked.

"I'm sure I'm missing a lot of details but I think between Will and Abe I pretty much have the big picture. And the picture isn't a pretty one."

"He knew something was going on just the conversations he overheard yesterday" William said. "Abe and I have continued to fill him in as time permitted. Abe says if this boy is anything like his father, he has to be a really sharp cookie."

"So you know about our operation in Gayberry? About the quarters and everything?" Randy asked.

"Pretty much, sir," he said. "Again, I don't know details but I know about the task force and how it is absolutely top secret. I kind of did the same thing with my dad when I was just a teen. Dad's best friend was a deputy sheriff in a corrupt office. He helped him out a lot and they brought me in from time to time. I may seem naïve, sir, but I'm really not. I know the law doesn't always achieve justice and sometimes we require other means."

"Great!" Randy said as he rose from the bed to head for the shower.

"Jeez, man," William said. "You look like the wide river of cum overflowed its banks and ran out on your fuzzy belly. How many cumloads is that, you fucking hairy baboon?"

"Only two unless my boy did some molesting while I was still sleeping" the sheriff chuckled. "Although I'd find that hard to believe after he fucked me so thoroughly."

"I think he's putting you on, William" David said. "It was my first time but I think the sheriff is just being nice."

"The sheriff never lies about fucking, my boy" William said. "Now the sheriff better get his cummy ass in the shower if you guys are going to get to Gayberry to get the bitches to the church on time."

Randy was in the shower but he'd left the door open as David and William sat on the bed.

"Was it really your first time to top?" William asked.

"I swear it" David answered. "I guess my dad was kind of old fashioned about those things. It was the way it was and I just never questioned it."

"Then I'll have to admit I'm just a smidge jealous" William chuckled. "There's nothing like taking a handsome boy's first ass load. I took both my boy's first loads. I'd like to take a load from you if you're interested."

"You bet I'm interested" David said. "I'd like to fuck you right now if we didn't have to get to Gayberry."

"Thank you, son, and I'll take you up on that at the earliest opportunity" William said. "I went in the boathouse earlier to check on our three prisoners. Unfortunately none of the assholes drowned. They're all still there. They think they're going to die any minute from being in the freezing water but the water temperature is almost sixty degrees."

"That is likely to feel freezing to them in the dark" David said. Sixty degree water in the dark up to their mouths will make them feel like they're in danger of freezing. Did you talk to them?"

"Not much" William answered." I took the tape off the bitch's mouth for a minute but she was very agitated. I didn't want her to wake the boys so I put it back on pretty fast. She called me a goddamned son of a bitch and told me to get her the fuck out of that freezing ass water."

They both laughed.

"It appeared to agitate the prophet that I was even talking to her" William said. "I get that he's very territorial and regards all females as his property. Abe has reinforced that is true. He was very agitated and trying to talk with his mouth taped. I think it would be a good idea to separate her from the other men. I think that's the fastest way to get them talking."

"I suspected that might be the case" David said. "The sheriff and I could take her with us and you can bring the others later. Are they going to be in the Gayberry jail?"

"No, that won't work" William said. "As far as the public knows, they went down in that plane. In about twenty four hours, the plane will be identified as belonging to Warren. Then, shortly thereafter, there will be some bones which will be identified by the NCBI as belonging to Warren, Miriam and Sheriff Joe. So they will be officially declared dead."

The sheriff was back in the room dressing as the latter part of the conversation occurred. They filled David in on the secret location they were holding the men and what crimes they had committed.

"Abe says there's no way Arizona juries would convict Warren, his wife or the sheriff so he determined we should deal with their crimes ourselves" William said.

"I agree we should take Miriam with us this morning" Randy said. "We don't want the boys to know anything about this. Do you think you can get the governor's men to bring the other two later this afternoon?"

"I'm sure I can" William said. "We can take the boys out on the pontoon boat while they get them out of the boathouse and into the governor's limo. They can bring them to Gayberry. I'll finish filling Felton in on details so that he's up to date on what's going on and what our plan is."

"And I'll give David more details on our drive to Gayberry" the sheriff said.

"Can you and David handle getting all the new ones settled in the quarter?" William asked.

"Oh yeah" the sheriff answered. "There's plenty of room we ain't even been usin'. And I'm findin' this young man capable of pretty much anything that gets thrown at him."

"Well, he can obviously handle a real man's hole, judging from the smile on your face this morning, sheriff" William said. "I'm not sure I've ever seen you so happy this early in the day."

Randy had finished dressing and they gathered their things to leave.

"You guys be careful" William said. "These are dangerous people."

"You guys do the same" the sheriff said. "And take good care of our boys."

As they had arranged, the sheriff and David took Felton's car and eased it down the gentle hill to the water's edge without disturbing the boys. They carefully and quietly lifted Miriam out of the chin-deep water onto the planks inside the boathouse. She was wearing only her religious undergarments, much like the ones they had found William's son wearing the day before. Warren appeared agitated as it became apparent they were taking only his wife and leaving him and the sheriff in the water. He attempted to speak, but the duct tape prevented that.

"You better simmer down, motherfucker, or I'll push you off that block and we'll all laugh while you fucking drown" David spat at the man in a very low, quiet voice that surprised the other men.

Felton and Arnold had awakened and helped them load Miriam into Felton's car, wrapped in a large beach towel. Her mouth was taped with duct tape and a black bag was placed over her head. She struggled but they managed to get her into the vehicle.

"Maybe we could find something to wrap her in, sheriff" David said. "She's shivering like crazy and she's been immersed in cold water all night. Can't I get a blanket or something to make her more comfortable?"

"Only if you hurry, boy," the sheriff said roughly. "You better hurry it up or I'll leave your ass here."

David ran to the house and grabbed a blanket and brought it back to the car. He got into the back seat beside Miriam and carefully wrapped her in the warm blanket, reassuring her that she was in no danger.

"Why don't you just sit back there with the bitch since you seem so concerned about her?" the sheriff asked. "I wouldn't have give a fuck if she'd drowned and I sure don't give a shit if she's freezing. I oughta turn up the air conditioner in this car and freeze her ass off."

"Please don't do that" David said. "This poor woman is freezing. We need to show her some Christian charity."

Miriam, with her head covered by the black bag, couldn't see the sheriff and David's smirks as they played the good/bad cop routine to perfection. David wrapped the blanket around her and tucked it in gently.

"I hope that will make you more comfortable" the boy said softly. "Now that we're here in the car, I'm going to remove that tape from your mouth. That has to be awfully uncomfortable."

The handsome young man gently removed the tape from her mouth and the woman appeared less agitated.

"Thank you for your kindness" Miriam said. "It's so nice to find a good Christian boy among these barbaric heathens. This state has always been backward. I praise the day I left here. I will certainly tell my husband of your kindness and he will see that you are rewarded. My husband is known as the prophet and he is one of the most powerful men in the western states. He practically runs the state of Arizona. Your hands felt strong and warm when you covered me in the blanket. You have large, handsome hands. I'm sure women respond to you very nicely."

"No, ma'am, not really" the boy said. "I live a pretty solitary life and don't have a whole lot of contact with women."

"That's a real shame – a good-looking boy like you with all those muscles" she said. "If you and the sheriff were so disposed, I could make your lives much better."

"What do you mean, ma'am?" the boy asked innocently.

"If you and the sheriff saw fit to act kindly toward my husband and myself, we could set you up nicely out in Arizona. My husband is very rich and he wields a lot of power. You could both work for him in security and have very large, comfortable ranches. Your lives could be very easy. All we would have to do is say the word and you'd each have young virgin wives for yourselves. As many as you want. My husband is rich and powerful beyond what most people can even understand."

"So the things that people have said about how the prophet rapes all the young girls before he marries them off to his followers isn't true?" David asked. "People say you hold the girls down with Sheriff Joe helping out while your husband takes their virginity. You're saying that isn't true?"

"Of course not!" Miriam said haughtily. "You have gotten some very bad and very false information! My husband is a prophet of Jehovah and the leader of the church! He is most certainly not a rapist! What he does is to consecrate the young virgins. If a lesser man were doing it, the act might be considered rape. But when the prophet has intercourse with a virgin as ordered by our Lord God Jehovah, he is merely consecrating her. She is still considered a virgin and any young girl consecrated by the prophet is considered a woman any man might envy to have as his wife!"

"Well, I have to say that's about the biggest load of bullshit I ever heard in all of my days" the sheriff said. "And believe me, I've heard some bullshit in my goddamn time! You say we have it all wrong. No ma'am, you got it all wrong! What you just told us is that your sorry assed husband finds young virgins and rapes them, usually with you and Sheriff Joe holdin' the girls down while he fucks em. Then, once he knocks the girl up, he passes her off to your followers to marry the old fuckers in the church. Seems pretty simple to me. I'd just like to know where you're getting' the supply of virgins and who it is you're passin' em on to. And we will find that out. David, we're here so why don't you use those big strong hands of yours to put this bitch in the trunk while we go in to check on things."

David did just that, the woman still resisting and squirming. They were in front of the Gayberry Courthouse. It was not quite eight o'clock and was promising to be a sunny, beautiful Sunday morning."

"This is such a beautiful little town" David said. "It's hard to believe there's this kind of loveliness after the ugliness we spent the past hour with."

"That's the truth, son," Randy said, putting his arm around the boy's shoulder. "I suspect everything here should be in order. I can predict that Otis is in the cell with Mr. Hunt, just as drunk as a monkey. Mr. Hunt will be in a pair of girly panties, trying to coax Otis's cock back to life so he can suck it a little more. The deputy will be in the back room sound asleep after another quiet Saturday night in Gayberry. He always does sleep sound after one of his thirty second jack off sessions with them big-titted African girls in the latest copy of National Geographic."

They shared a laugh as they walked into the jail. Sure enough, one cell was empty and the other contained Otis and Mr. Hunt, snuggled under the covers. As Randy walked to his desk, he noticed something unusual. A pair of red high heels had been discarded carelessly beside the deputy's desk.

"Looks like the slutty pharmacist from next door has been here flirtin' with my deputy again" Randy said. "She's one of the few women in this town that wears them fuck-me' high heels. I told him he shouldn't even let her in this building but he just never listens. She's trouble and she's gonna get some man in deep, serious trouble. And here's an empty elderberry wine bottle in his garbage can. She was probably over here drinkin' and tryin' to corrupt him. This just ain't acceptable behavior for a deputy or nobody else. I spect we better wake him up and throw him in the shower. I ain't never known Arney to get drunk but that woman could make a whole lot of men do worse than drankin."

When Randy opened the door to t he recently remodeled back room, he was shocked by what he saw. Nellie Walker, the pharmacist from next door had one hand attached to the metal bed frame with a pair of handcuffs. She appeared distressed and immediately began begging the sheriff to free her. She was totally naked with a red substance all over her which appeared to be perhaps a mixture of wine and blood. His deputy was sprawled out on the bed next to her, lying on his front side, also totally naked and with red stains on him. There was also the reddish-purple on the sheets which appeared to have been drying.

"What in the name of holy fuck has happened in here?" the sheriff demanded to know.

Nellie was now crying hysterically and the deputy was still unmoving on the bed.

"David, please check and see if my deputy is still alive?" Randy said. "This crazy bitch may have knifed the poor, naïve guy."

"You fucking asshole!" Nellie spat at the sheriff. "That is not what happened at all and you know it. You've always protected that asshole deputy because he's your friend and your cousin but those days are over now. I hope you go down with his sorry ass. Your deputy, Arney Littlewhistle raped me. He raped me violently and handcuffed me to the bed so I couldn't get free. He ripped my clothes off me and threw me down on this bed and violated my body. He took my innocence. He took my precious virginity. This is my blood. I want him arrested, locked up and charged and I want it now. My uncle is one of the most prominent businessmen in this town and you can no longer cover up the corrupt enterprise you've been running here."

The deputy was still totally out of it. Randy asked David to get a basin of water and pour it on the deputy to rouse him. David did so and the deputy slowly regained consciousness, although he appeared confused.

"Arney, you smell like a fucking brewery" the sheriff said angrily. "You know it's unacceptable to be drinking on the job or inside this courthouse. What the fuck is going on here? Why do you have Nellie handcuffed to the bed and why is there blood and wine everywhere? You've got some explainin' to do and you better fuckin' do it fast!"

Arney seemed to be having trouble comprehending the scene. Once David poured the water on him he seemed to be more conscious, sputtering from the water that went in his mouth and nose. He sat up on the bed, oblivious to the fact he was naked and a glance revealed his tiny cock had what appeared to be blood smeared on it.

"Look at it!" Nellie said. "He still has the blood of my innocence on his little, tiny mouse cock. No one could believe the power with which he thrust his rock hard cock into me mercilessly. I was screaming and begging him to stop but he ignored me and told me that when he felt the urge, he had no choice to act on it."

"I will admit that I am a very, very virile man and when I have the urge..." the deputy said.

"Shut the fuck up, Arney, and at least get that blood or whatever it is off that green bean sized pecker of yours" Randy ordered. "Get your ass in that fuckin' shower and get cleaned up."

"Sheriff, is that really a god idea?" David asked quietly. "He is your employee and a friend and a relative. You might want to protect yourself by getting some pictures before the scene of what may be a serious crime is disturbed."

"Of course, David," the sheriff said, calming down. "You're absolutely right about that. I was letting my temper force me into bad decisions. Would you mind taking the deputy to the empty cell out there while I get more information from Miss Walker?'

"Not at all, sir" David said, leading a still groggy naked deputy out into the main part of the building.

"Who is that handsome little stud you have with you today, sheriff," Nellie asked seductively when they were alone in the room. "Is he another fag boy you picked up and took home with you? Isn't your lover William going to be jealous if you're hunting new meat?"

"You shut the fuck up, you vile, lying cunt!" the sheriff said. "There ain't nothin' in my deputy's make up or his past to lead me to believe he'd ever get drunk and rape a woman."

"You don't believe it cause you're such a fucking fairy, sheriff," she said nastily. "You don't understand the attraction of a piece of puss and how tempting it can be for a real man. I brought over a bottle of wine to share with your deputy. He may have been upset because he started guzzling it and even sent me to get a second bottle. We were just doing a little kissing out there at his desk when suddenly he became like a man possessed by demons. He put his hand under my skirt and ripped my panties off. He told me it was time to give him some pussy. He made fun of you because he knows you don't want anything I've offered. He said it was time for me to put up or shut up. Then he grabbed my wrists and led me into this back room and slammed the door. He handcuffed me to that bed and then took all my clothes off. Every stitch while he told me how hard he was going to fuck me. He bragged about how he'd make me scream and beg for more. He talked about how no one knew him as the man of passion and virility he really is. He started jamming his fingers into my cunt repeatedly and laughing, telling me how wet my pussy got because of his fingering me. Then when he got tired of fingerfucking me, he raped me repeatedly. He called me every nasty thing in the book while he was raping me. I lost count of how many times he came inside me but it seemed to go on forever. At some point I passed out and didn't regain consciousness until you and your very handsome friend walked in."

"Why don't you wrap up in this sheet and we'll go out here to my desk so I can get a detailed statement from you?" the sheriff asked gently.

"Why don't you go fuck yourself up your faggot ass, sheriff?" she asked. "I have been raped by your own deputy who also happens to be your goddamned cousin on this property. My intention is to leave here right now and go next door and get myself cleaned up so that I can go home and get dressed and attend worship as I have every Sunday since I have lived in this town. I need to be with my community of believers and, believe me, if you even think about letting that sniveling rapist out of a cell, you will pay dearly. My uncle may not be physically well but you better believe he still has power in this town and he and his friend, our mayor, can take you down in a heartfuckingbeat."

She wrapped herself in the stained sheet and headed for the door, turning back at the last minute and addressing everyone in the room.

"And don't think for a minute that I haven't heard the rumors you and that nasty Velma Sue have been spreading around this town" Nellie said, her voice getting louder with each word. "I know you have said that I was seen fucking Colonel Watkins in the dressing room shower after the pageant rehearsal but that is a vile, vicious lie. The truth is that I was alone in that shower when the Colonel happened in, not knowing I was showering. He undressed and pulled back the curtain to find me naked. Someone came in at that moment and began to spread lies about what had happened. The colonel apologized profusely, dressed and left immediately. He can corroborate my version of events. But you people have spread all around this town that I was caught fucking him in that shower. You are nasty, terrible people and I am the injured party here. Never forget that!!!"

With those words, she left, slamming the door so hard the windows rattled.

"Well, she's certainly not a happy camper" David said.

"She is a vile bitch who is never happy" Randy said. "Her story about the shower after pageant rehearsal was utter bullshit too."

"We have no way of knowing that if we weren't there" Deputy Arney said, holding his head in his hands. "Randy, look, I'm sorry but I may have done all the stuff she said. I've always had a strong libido and I will admit I've had some fantasies about overpowering a woman and having my way with her. I may have done all the stuff she accused me of. I just can't remember none of it."

"Deputy, you are nothing like what she described." The sheriff said. "You dated Velma Sue since y'all was in high school and you never even got s hand under her blouse, much less your fingers in her pussy! Everbody in this town knows she was determined to stay a virgin till she got a ring on that finger."

Maybe I should just apologize to Miss Nellie and it'll all go away" the deputy said, now crying openly and sorrowfully. "Nobody will even remember it happened in a week or two."

"Oh no, deputy," Randy said. "You'll do no such thing. That evil bitch has a nasty plan. I don't know what it is yet but I'll figure it out. Don't you dare apologize to her because that would make you an admitted rapist. You need to close your mouth until all the evidence is in. Don't speak to a living soul about this except for me, William, David and Arnold. We'll get this figured out and then we'll straighten it all out. Do you understand?"

"Well, Randy, that's one way of looking at things but I feel like if I just apologize it will all blow over" the deputy insisted.

"I forbid you to speak to her or anyone else other than the men I just named about this" Randy said sharply.

"Sheriff, would you like me to start bagging the evidence in the back room?" David asked. "I can get that done and get the place cleaned up in no time. I took the liberty of using the camera in your desk and getting pictures of Deputy Littleflute."

"Very good, David," the sheriff said. "That cleanup has to occur but it's about time for us to head over to my former house and get them nasty bitches to the church house. At least the day can't get much worse than what we've already saw."

"You ain't gonna leave me naked in this cell are you?" Deputy Arney asked as they prepared to leave.

"You've give me no choice, deputy" Randy told him. "You pretty much just admitted to a rape to me and David. You've had a credible allegation of rape against you. Do you really think I can just turn you loose with all that going on? Hell no, you're stayin' put till we get back from church. And you better not talk to a fuckin' soul and that includes them other two prisoners."

The sheriff and David left the building and got back into the car. They could hear the sound of Miriam squirming around in the trunk.

"We better check her tape when we get to the house" the sheriff said. "The last thing we need right now is somebody getting' suspicious of sounds comin' from the trunk."

"I'll do that, sheriff," the boy said as they drove away.

"I'm sorry you saw what happened this mornin'" the sheriff said. "I'll admit I'm still kinda in shock about it myself. I'da never suspected in a million years nothin' like this would happen in my sheriff's department."

"Please don't be embarrassed, sheriff," the boy said, laying his hand on the sheriff's thigh. "You're a good man and you never run away from difficulties. That reminds me so much of my dad. He never shied away from a fight. I'm not like him at all."

"I think you underestimate yourself, son," the sheriff said. "I don't see you as someone who runs away from a fight. You've shown just how brave you are and how steady you are all weekend."

"But when it mattered, I ran away" the boy said.

"Why don't you tell me what you're talkin' about" Randy said. "The boy you're describin' ain't the boy I've seen with my own eyes."

"Well, I told you my dad and mom were killed in a car crash" David said quietly. "It was a crash but it wasn't an accident. My dad's best friend from his childhood was a deputy sheriff down in Charlotte. My dad had a law degree from the University of Virginia, just like his paw but he never practiced. He did what his dad expected and took over running the family farm. Well, it was a really large farm. My dad's family grew tobacco for years. So did my mother's family. When they were married and their parents died, they combined the farms. Dad was one of the biggest growers of tobacco in North Carolina. Dad always sold his entire crop to one of the biggest cigarette makers in the country. For over a year before dad died, he was getting concerned about some of the things he was hearing about tobacco smoking being harmful to our health. Dad was a bright man and he did some investigating on his own. His friend, the deputy helped him and they talked to a large number of doctors and scientists. My dad's conscience got to him and he decided he would no longer be a part of something which could harm people. He declared that no more tobacco would be grown on the farm and the following year, he would switch all his land to soybeans. Nobody else knew of his plan but dad, mom, and his deputy friend. Then about a week before dad died, his friend said there was talk from the sheriff about the plan. There had always been talk about the sheriff being in the pocket of the big cigarette manufacturers. Then on that Thursday night, mom and dad set out for their meeting with the tobacco people to tell them of their decision. They left me at home. I was in my last year of college and had chosen to live at home. I was studying when my dad's friend came in and told me mom and dad were dead. He told me he didn't believe it was an accident and tried to get me to leave with him. He said we were both in danger because of what we knew. I'll admit I was in shock, having just learned both my parents were dead. But I thought he had to be exaggerating. My parents' funeral was scheduled for the next day. He begged me to just leave with him. The next day, he didn't show up for the funeral. He was later found at the bottom of a deep ditch in his car, reeking of alcohol and a bottle clutched in his hand. There were several empty bottles in his car. I knew the man from the day I was born and he never touched a drop of alcohol. I knew he was right and I had to leave."

"What did you do, son?" the sheriff asked.

"I did what he had suggested and took off" David answered quietly. "I never went back to the family home. I called dad's lawyer and told him to handle things. I gave him instructions on financial arrangements for some of dad's long term employees. I have not seen him again and we only speak by phone a couple of times a year. I changed my name to my mother's maiden name and never looked back. I just wish I had listened to dad's friend."

"Son, you did what you had to do" Randy said. "You have nothing to feel guilty for. You were a young boy, wracked with grief. We all have some decisions we wish we could redo but I'm amazed at how well you've handled it all. So what was your dad's last name?"

"I've never told anyone but I do trust you, sheriff" the boy said. "I was David Cameron."

"Wait a minute" the sheriff said. "The Cameron family owned the biggest tobacco plantation in Mecklenberg County."

"That was my dad's" the boy said. "My mother was an only child and when they married, they combined the Self property with the Cameron property. Since mom and dad married, no one thought about the Self name anymore."

"Son, I had no idea" Randy said. "Did you sell the property the tobacco was grown on?"

"Yes, the lawyer sold it to the tobacco company" David said. "I still own the house but I've never been back. The lawyer still has a couple who take care of the place. I could never bring myself to sell it but I've never set foot there since the day of my parents' funeral. I just disappeared."

"Son, you did what you had to do to survive" the sheriff said. "There ain't never a thing wrong with doin' that. Are you sure you're up to this? It could be uglier than how the mornin's already gone."

"I'm fine, sheriff," the boy said. "I really am. I dealt with all that stuff years ago. I really enjoy being with you even if things get crazy."

They checked the trunk and secured Miriam. As they drove up to the house, they saw the mayor and his girlfriend and soon to be wife leaving for church. The mayor waved at them and the sheriff returned the wave. Then he saw the mayor rushing across the street and beckoning that he wanted to have a word.

"I'm so glad I caught you" the mayor said, huffing and puffing from the light exertion. "I assume you are escorting our organist and your aunt to church but I wanted to let you know that the Purity Ball that was scheduled for tonight in Mount Airy has been delayed for two weeks. Ticket sales are so phenomenal that the board, of which I am now a member decided to double the space we would need. My little darling Jenny and I are so excited about doing the leadout. We can hardly contain ourselves. I knew that you were planning to attend so I didn't want you to be surprised when it is announced at the morning church service."

"Well, Mayor, I certainly appreciate your concern" the sheriff said. "We were looking forward to attending but now we'll have time to look even more forward to it."

"Oh yes, it's been a hive of activity around here what with the ball and with Patty and myself planning our wedding" he huffed. "We had planned to keep it small but then Patty decided it should be an event worthy of my status as mayor of the town."

"I couldn't possibly agree more" the sheriff said. "By the way, this is David Self who is assisting me with my duties in town today. William and Arnold and our boys are still at Fred's cabin but I felt the need to get back. Any news here in Gayberry?"

"No, just a quiet weekend in our sweet little town" the mayor said, which clearly indicated he had not yet heard about the plane crash at the lake. "We'll see you in church!"

"Yes, goodbye, Mr. Mayor" the sheriff said.

"Is that guy as big a dick as he seems?" David asked.

"He's double the dick he seems to be" Randy chuckled. "The more you get to know him, the more you will despise him."

Randy gave the boy a brief explanation of what had brought Tara Bedford and Aunt Flea to where they were right now. David was appalled that Mrs. Bedford had funded the Klan and had herself hired a hit on a young boy.

"I'm sure you'll be meeting young Kurt soon" the sheriff said. "He's one of the sweetest boys I've ever met and she had him within minutes of being killed."

"What a bitch" David said. "I'd like to play the bad cop with her."

"We can both play bad cop with these bitches" Randy said. "You can play at being the badass all you want around here, son. By the way, I want to tell you how glad I am that you came with me today. I'm not sure I couldn't handled what we found at the court house and I know you saved me a lot of grief."

"I really enjoy being with you, sheriff" the boy said. "Thanks for letting me tag along!"

When they walked into the house, Eliza said she had just received a call from the doctor looking for Randy. She said he was out at the ranch working on renovations and had asked the sheriff call him as soon as possible. Randy called the doctor to learn he had received a call from Abe Levin. The governor's assistant said that the foreman of Warren Jeff's ranch and his son had just gotten into Raleigh on the governor's jet. Doc said that he wasn't sure what Randy wanted done with them so he had arranged for Abe to send them in a private car to the ranch where he and the boys were working.

"That's perfect" the sheriff said. "I'm about to drive the cunt bus to church but I will tell you that this man and his son have been through hell living on the Warren Jeff ranch. I understand they're both really good guys and anything you can do to make them comfortable will be appreciated. The boy who was staying with them was pretty severely undernourished so they may be very hungry. If you can check their conditions physically when they arrive, I'd be most appreciative."

"That I can do" the doctor said. "I'll get a couple of the boys and get a nice room or a couple of rooms ready for them."

"Thanks so much" the sheriff said. "Have you had a good weekend?"

"It's been an unbelievable weekend" the doctor said. "I've had more help than I could have ever imagined and they've all worked their asses off. Mark and Jimmy have worked like Trojans and they brought most of the track team with them yesterday Tyler and Robert were here all day yesterday and they came back with their dads at daybreak. They've left now for church but they say they'll be back after church. The Bentley brothers and the Alabama boys have been here all weekend. They just stayed here at the bunkhouse and even Principal Ben and Coach Marv came to help. Phillip, Kurt and Sonny have been unbelievable and even Corey and Coley brought their dads yesterday. Pepe's dad just showed up with Rolando, their new adopted son. It's been an unbelievable weekend. Everyone's worked their asses off but we've made time for some fun and some good food too. It wouldnt've been perfect if you and William and Arnold had been here. We all missed you but we knew you were where you needed to be."

"I can't wait to see the place, doc" the sheriff said. "Sounds like you all deserve a break."

"That'll happen soon enough" the doctor said. "We are very close to having this place ready to start bringing in boys to live here. The only bad news is that I'm losing the ranch foreman who's been taking care of the place since we bought it. His father's sick and getting sicker. He feels like he needs to go home t Mississippi to take care of him and his farm but he's agreed to stay till I can find someone to take over his duties. It won't be easy."

"It might possibly be easier than we could've imagined" the sheriff said. "This Mason guy who is on the way from Raleigh with his son has been running a huge ranch of several thousand acres. I haven't even met him yet, but I don't think he'll be wanting to go back to Arizona any time soon. If he likes the place and you like him, it might be a possibility."

"I'll make sure he feels perfectly at home" the doctor said. "What did you say his name is again?"

"Their last name is Mason" Randy said. "The dad is Dale and the son is Kevin. Again, I haven't met them so it may not even be a possibility, but you just never know."

"You guys be safe" the doctor said. "Looking forward to seeing you."

"We'll be there as soon as we can get away from the fucking church and get these bitches back in their cages" Randy chuckled.

When they had arrived, Eliza told them she had instructed Aunt Flea and Mrs. Bedford to be waiting in the living room but they still had not come downstairs.

"I'll run upstairs and see what's keeping them" Eliza said. "Mr. Howard has been working most all of this weekend and the Alabama boys have been gone too. These women tend to get real independent when there are no men in the house. Mrs. Bedford thinks she can still treat me like she used to if no one else is around."

"I'll put an end to that" the sheriff said. "Mark my word. If you don't mind just running upstairs and telling them both they better get their sorry asses down here or there will be hell to pay."

"Of course, sheriff" Eliza said as she went up the stairs.

Seconds later, Eliza appeared, falling down the stairs. She caught herself on the rail so she didn't fall to the floor, but it was obvious she had been surprised.

"And don't you ever put your nasty monkey hands on me or talk to me in that uppity nigger voice again or I'll..."

The voice trailed off as Mrs. Bedford's face appeared t the top of the stairs. Aunt Flea was right behind her and both women's faces were now white as sheets at the sight of the sheriff.

"Oh, sheriff, I didn't realize you had arrived already" Mrs. Bedford said in her sweetest voice.

David was checking on Eliza who didn't seem to have been injured aside from the shock of having been pushed down the stairs.

"Bitch, I'm about too fuckin' mad to even talk right now" he said quietly, his teeth clenched.

"I've a right good mind to just fuckin' kill the two of you right now and right here and be done with all of this fuckin' bullshit" Randy said in his quiet, low, threatening voice. "I could strangle the both of you and bury your fuckin' bodies in the back yard. I'd tell people that you both went to visit Flea's sister but nobody would really give a shit."

David had escorted Eliza to the sofa and had gotten her a glass or water.

"I heard how you talked to Eliza and I better never, ever, and I mean never, fucking ever, hear that tone or those words come out of your mouth in the future bitch" Randy said threateningly. "If I do, you won't even have a fuckin' future. We're runnin' late, but we got a job to do."

Randy grabbed Tara Bedford by her well-coifed up style hairdo and dragged her up the stairs. He told David to do the same with Aunt Flea and the boy grabbed her by her thick hair. Both ladies had carefully done their makeup and their hair, even adding nice earrings in spite of the two were wearing orange jumpsuits which had been altered into short shorts. Without saying a word, Randy tore the jumpsuit off Mrs. Bedford as he turned on the water in the bathtub. He nodded to David and the boy did the same with Aunt Flea.

"We've already had our baths, Randy and please watch your language" Aunt Flea said.

"One more word out of your fuckin' mouth and I will drown your ass" Randy said quietly, obviou8sly angered beyond anything Aunt Flea had ever seen.

They had stripped both women out of their clothes now and both were naked as the day they were born as the tub filled with warm water. Randy then reached for a bar of soap and handed a second one to David.

"We're going to teach both these bitches to never use that kind of language again and we're going to teach them like they'll never forget."

Aunt Flea and Mrs. Bedford were trying to hide their bare breasts and their pussies from Randy and this young man they'd never seen before but Randy was having none of it. He rubbed the soap bar between his hands working up a full lather. Then he locked eyes with Mrs. Bedford.

"Open that fuckin' nasty mouth, bitch" he ordered, nodding at David, who followed suit.

Neither woman complied with the orders so Randy leaned the naked Mrs. Bedford over the tub and immersed her head under the water. David did the same. Both women were struggling, still not sensing any real danger but terribly angry at the treatment they were being shown. Both women were struggling a bit more frantically as the seconds ticked off and their heads were still under the water. Then both men pulled the women's heads from the water and Randy again commanded them both to open their mouths. Neither complied, just staring daggers at both men. Randy and David again dunked their heads under the water and held them under. Their previously neat hairdos and makeup were now ruined, both of them soaked makeup running down their faces onto their necks, and wet hair hanging down into the water.

"They won't soon forget this lesson" the sheriff chuckled to David as they held the women's heads under the water.

After about thirty seconds they lifted them out of the water, both gasping for air and sputtering water they had swallowed.

"No more, please no more of this" Aunt Flea begged.

"You mean, ugly bastard!" Mrs. Bedford spat at the sheriff, which resulted in both being again plunged into the water. Randy checked his watch and held them both there for a full minute before bringing them up, both now with panicked looks in their wide eyes. Both women were now convinced the sheriff might indeed drown them and hide their bodies. Both were now sobbing between coughing and sputtering.

"This is your last chance, bitches" the sheriff said very quietly to the frightened women, shaking from fear and from being naked and wet on the cool bathroom tile. "Look at me. Look me in the eye."

Aunt Flea met his gaze immediately but Mrs. Bedford refused to do so until Aunt Flea begged her to comply.

"Tara, I've never seen my nephew like this" the woman said. "He's always had a quick temper but I've never seen him so angry in all my years. You need to listen and do what he says. I think he means business and we could get hurt even if he didn't intend us harm."

"It's all because you raised him badly" Mrs. Bedford said. "You allowed him to rough house with all the other thugs in this town instead of teaching him about the finer things in life. My boys are exemplary citizens and devoted to me because of the way I raised them."

"Oh yeah, you did a great job raising those three boys your husband stole for you" the sheriff said. "Your boys strongly suspect that you murdered your husband and when you got in trouble, none of them wanted to come here to help you out. They all were completely happy to have you in prison for the rest of your fuckin' life. They gave away your family home, your husband's construction company and every dime your husband ever made just so they wouldn't have to look at you or hear your voice again. Now this is the last time I'm saying it. Open your fucking mouths!"

Both women were frightened now and opened their mouths as instructed. Randy began to stuff whole bar of Irish Spring soap into Mrs. Bedford's mouth and David did the same with the other woman. They got the soap bars in their mouths with much gagging, sputtering, retching and coughing and they began to dunk their heads in and out of the water.

"Chew that son of a bitch" the sheriff said, laughing as he did so. "I had planned to make you just eat some lather but now you ain't finished till you get that whole motherfuckin' bar of soap in your fuckin' tummies. Eat the goddamned soap!"

The sheriff and David were vigorously dunking the women's heads in and out of the water now and the women were attempting to chew the bars. Then Randy used his other hand to start slapping Mrs. Bedford's bare butt cheeks. David did the same and now the women were being dunked repeatedly as they tried to chew and swallow the soap bars while receiving hard slaps on their ass cheeks. The women were crying but unable to speak words because their mouths were full of soap. This continued for almost ten minutes with both women's butt cheeks turning a violent shade of red. Eliza stood in the door of the bathroom, laughing loudly and encouraging the sheriff and his new young friend. After a couple of minutes more, Randy held Mrs. Bedford's head above the water and ordered her to spit the soap out. David did the same and both women began to retch.

"Either of you think about vomiting and you'll lap every bit of your vomit off the floor and drink this tub full of soapy water" Randy said. "I fuckin' mean it. Now fuckin' stand up!"

Both men released the women and they stood, still retching and coughing but managing with difficulty not to vomit. Both women looked hellish. Their makeup had run down their faces, their earrings were gone and their hair was wet and hanging down their necks and backs. Mrs. Bedford's tits, which had once stood up, full and tempting, were now skinny tubes with huge, dark brown nipples hanging almost to her thin waist. Aunt Flea still had full breasts which now sagged almost to her navel.

"Okay, bitches, now get downstairs!" Randy said. "We don't want to be late. That asshole preacher and prick music director won't be happy as it is that we missed the pre-church choir warmup. Maybe you can sing as you walk to the church."

Both women reached for their torn jumpsuits but Randy snatched them away and threw them into the tub.

"Oh no!" the sheriff said. "You had your chance. You're goin' just like you are. The lord made you naked and I don't think he'll have a problem with you showin' up for church naked."

"I will not leave this house looking this way!" Mrs. Bedford declared.

"Oh yes, you will and you'll do it willingly" the sheriff said. "Eliza, do you know where Mr. Vague has put those two shock collars we gave him?"

"Yes, sheriff, he left them with me in case I needed them."

She retrieved the collars immediately and Randy put one on Mrs. Bedford and the other on Aunt Flea.

"Watch this" the sheriff said as he pressed the button on the remote sending waves of high voltage through Mrs. Bedford's body. All of the muscles in her body went rigid and she began to scream from the pain of the electrical shock.

"Please don't do that to me, Randy" Aunt Flea begged. "I'll do whatever you say."

Randy gave the other woman several more shocks of briefer duration and she was now begging to be permitted to walk to church naked, looking awful.

"I don't know why you make me be an asshole" the sheriff said. "I try to be nice but you bitches just won't let me."

He and David shared a laugh as they got in the car, following the two women in the car as they walked naked down Main Street to the church. He stayed right on their heels, sometimes bumping them with the fender if they slowed down. The women were barefoot and naked, which was painful in addition to being humiliating. The two women kept trying to cover their boobs and their pussies but were mostly unsuccessful. When they arrived at the church, the area out in front of the sanctuary was full of people, as it always was in beautiful weather between Sunday School and the eleven o'clock worship service. Mrs. Bedford attempted to avoid meeting the eyes of anyone as they made their way through the crowd to the side door of the church. Mothers were grabbing their children to cover their eyes while many of the older men were attempting to catch sight of a bare breast.

"Look at these old fools" Randy said. "They're living proof that a horny old goat will look at anything with a nipple on it."

They hurried the women down the corridor to the choir room where Professor Hand had begun warm-ups with the choir. Everyone went silent when they caught sight of the two naked women.

"Well, I thought you weren't going to make it" Professor Hand said, completely ignoring the nudity and dishevelment of the women. He handed the long black choir robes to both who hurriedly put them on. "Sheriff, I asked you to get them here a half hour before the service. I asked only one thing and you come dragging them in here ten minutes before time for her to start the prelude. I will not have this."

"I don't guess you have a lot of choice, do you, professor?" the sheriff asked with a chuckle. "I'll be glad to take them right back home and let them finish eating the bars of soap they got fed for calling a woman I highly respect a nigger."

There was a collective gasp of shock at the use of the forbidden word.

"That is your problem and not mine, sheriff" Professor Hand said haughtily. "Now if you and your new little boyfriend will just leave so that we may prepare for our worship."

Randy left, slamming the door so hard it nearly came off the hinges.

"I need to piss like a race horse" David said as they started up to the sanctuary.

"I could use a piss myself" Randy said, leading him to a small men's room at the end of a hallway. "I think most of the people in the church don't even know about this one. It's mostly used by staff and I've heard since I was a kid that it has been used for a few sexual purposes over the years."

There were two side by side urinals in the room and one stall. They moved up to the urinals, unzipped and began to let it fly.

"I'm having trouble getting started cause I'm kind of hard" David said.

"What got that pretty dick of yours hard, son?" the sheriff asked.

"To be honest, just being around you keeps me kind of hard" the boy said, blushing slightly. "The smell of your after shave, the sound of your voice, the way you always are in control, regardless of the situation. You make me hard."

"Show me" the sheriff told the boy.

"You mean for me to show you my dick?" David asked.

"That's exactly what I mean" Randy said. "Hell, I'll go first."

Randy had finished his piss and turned to the boy, his large, soft meat flopping through his open fly.

"Now show me yours" Randy said quietly.

The boy turned to him, showing his hard, uncut cock. He slowly moved the foreskin back and forth over the bright pink cockhead which was leaking a little pre-cum already.

"I've been leaking all morning" the boy admitted. "I probably should've beat my meat before we left but I was afraid I might run us late and I didn't want to do that."

"You're not scared of me for some reason, are you?" the sheriff asked.

"No, sir, not at all" he answered. "I feel confident and secure being around you and I haven't felt that way for a very long time. I remember it's how I felt when I was around my own dad. It's a good feeling and I've missed that feeling and didn't even realize it. I never wanted my dad to be disappointed with me. I have that same feeling about you, sir."

The two were standing there facing one another, the boy's cock rock hard and twitching and the sheriff's meat hanging long and soft. Then Randy silently embraced the boy, pulling his body close to his own and kissing him deeply.

"Son, we gotta do somethin' about that hardon or you won't be able to concentrate on a word the preacher has to say."

He sheriff dropped to his knees and engulfed the boy's hard meat into his mouth, moving all the way to the boy's smooth, shaved pubis. David gasped in surpri8se and pleasure.

"Aren't you afraid someone will walk in on us?" David asked.

The sheriff took his mouth off the boy's meat only long enough to say fuck em" and went back to sucking the boy's hard cock and enjoying the taste of his sweet pre-cum. Continuing to suck the hard dick, the sheriff undid the boy's belt buckle and the single button on his pants, letting his khaki pants drop to the floor. He then took his mouth off the cock for only a second as he pulled the boy's shorts down around his feet. Then he went back to sucking the boy's cock even as he used both hands to stroke his legs from ankle to thigh. Up and down, the sensations getting the boy close to his climax. David threw his head back and put his hands on the sheriff's shoulders, enjoying the sensations of the hot mouth on his hard cock.

"Fucking suck that dick, sheriff, don't stop, fucking suck it" he whispered. "Fuck! I'm getting' close but don't stop. Please don't stop. Just like that, yeah suck that hard fuckin' dick!"

Just as David started to shoot his cum in the sheriff's mouth the door flew open and Professor Hand, the music director, came flying in. He stopped just short of where the handsome muscle boy was getting his cock sucked by the sheriff of the town in the basement of the church. The sheriff stopped sucking only long enough to tell the boy to relax and keep on shooting his load. David obeyed and continued to fill the sheriff's mouth with spurts of his hot, sweet cream. Professor Hand was both shocked and mesmerized by the sight of the handsome, masculine sheriff on his knees sucking off the handsome stranger. He began to lift his black choir robe with the clear intention of taking out his dick and jacking it.

"No, sir!" the sheriff said in a threatening, quiet voice. "You stop right there. If you even try to take your ugly cock out, I'll cut it off and shove the bloody meat down your fucking ugly throat!"

The professor, still in shock from the sight of them having sex, was further shocked into speechlessness by the ugly threats from the town's top law enforcement official. He froze in his tracks and stood still as a statue as he watched the sheriff lick the remnants from the boy's uncut cock and his smooth, clean-shaven nut sac. When he finished cumming and began to regain a normal breathing pattern, he stepped up to the music director and grabbed him by the front of his choir robe. He then took the two ends of the long white stole hanging around his neck and twisted them, choking off the man's airway. The professor was frightened and unable to breathe as the young man got right into his face.

"If I ever hear you talk to my friend again like you did earlier in that choir room, I will fucking kill you" he said quietly and with a menacing smile. His pants were still at his ankles and his cock softening rapidly. But the professor was scared to death and unable to get any oxygen. His face reddened as he struggled in vain to be released.

"Did you hear what I said, you ugly piece of shit motherfucker?" he asked.

The man, unable to speak began to nod his head. His face was a deep shade of crimson now as David released the stole from his neck, drew back his right hand and slapped him very hard in the face, knocking the still-gasping man against the wall. The professor crumpled to the bathroom floor, obviously terrified.

"You better stop looking at my dick or I will finish choking you" the boy said with a sweet smile as he zipped his pants and headed for the sink to wash his hands.

"Sheriff, you just saw what happened" Professor Hand managed to say weakly, still struggling to breathe."I want this young man arrested for assaulting me. You saw it with your own eyes."

A large red imprint of David's hand was forming on his cheek. Randy made no move and simply stood there with a broad grin on his face.

"Aren't you going to do anything?" the professor asked. "I was the victim of a violent assault by this man."

"Yeah, I'll do something" the sheriff said quietly. "I'll help him to finish the job he started if you don't shut the fuck up and get out of here right this second, you pompous fuckin' windbag!."

The professor struggled to his feet and was trying to leave when Randy grabbed him by his robe.

"When the service is over, you need to ask Mrs. Bedford and my aunt what happened just before we got here" the sheriff said, lifting the man to his tip toes and getting right in his face. "I'm sure they won't mind telling you what happened and if you tell a single soul what just happened in this room, just know that my young friend and me will find you when you're least expecting it, put you in our trunk and take you out to the lake. We'll finish the job we started earlier on those two bitches! That's a fucking promise, Professor Hand! Now get the fuck out before I pound your silly, smirking ass into this fuckin' floor!"

The man hurriedly left the room.

"I think he just pissed himself!" Randy laughed as they both washed their hands and headed upstairs to the sanctuary.

In the narthex, the sheriff saw Nellie Walker chatting with Mrs. Mendelson, the woman from whom Arney rented a room. The older woman looked quite angry at whatever the lady pharmacist was telling her.

"I imagine Deputy Littleflute will get kicked out of his rooming house, based on the look on his landlady's face right now." Randy said. "That Nellie bitch seems to be makin' the rounds and talkin' to pretty much ever'body today. She usually keeps her nose up in the air and don't talk to nobody."

"Who's the older man with her?" David asked.

"That's her uncle" Randy answered. "She supposedly moved here to help him with the business but I hear business is way off since she took things over. She appears to be runnin' it in the ground with her nasty mouth and evil ways. I don't no more believe her version of what happened in that jailhouse last night with the deputy than I believe I can sprout me some wings and fly to the moon."

"I agree" David said. "The first thing I noticed was how much blood there was. I've never had sex with a virgin or any other woman but my dad explained how things worked to me. From what he told me, there's only a little bit of blood when a girl gets her cherry popped. And sometimes there's none at all."

"Did you just admit you're a virgin when it comes to women?" the sheriff whispered in the boy's ear.

David blushed and Randy patted him on the back.

"Don't be embarrassed about that, son," he said. "That ain't nothin' to be ashamed of. I find it kind of amusin' to learn the best lookin' boy in this whole buildin' ain't ever had no puss."

David's face was redder than ever.

"You're going to get us in trouble" David said. "The service is about to start."

The sheriff squeezed the boy's thigh affectionately as the service began. The prelude ended and the congregation was silent. Everyone expected Professor Hand to come to the lectern and announce the opening hymn. But the professor was nowhere to be seen. Choir members looked at one another.

"When we was a'leavin' the choir room he said he had to pee" Mr. Wilson, one of the basses said.

Mr. Wilson had grown hard of hearing and always spoke much more loudly than he realized. There were titters throughout the sanctuary as the professor rushed from behind the choir to the lectern looking rattled and clearly having trouble breathing. His cheek was still red from the slap he had received and the front of his hair was wet as if he had patted cold water onto his face to try to calm down the redness. Randy and David exchanged knowing smiles. Everyone was quiet in the building as Randy stood from his spot near the inside end of the fourth pew.

"Professor Hand, are you all right?" the sheriff asked with great concern. "Your face sure does look red and it looks like you're sweatin' so bad you done got the front of your hair wet. I certainly ain't a professional but I reckon I can probably wave my hands in the air enough to lead a hymn if you ain't feel ` up to it."

The professor looked terrified that the sheriff might say more but as the preacher started over to him, he managed to regain his composure. He announced the opening hymn and the service proceeded. The sermon was dry as dust and things moved along to the closing hymn. As always, the pastor invited anyone who had special prayer concerns to come and kneel at the altar and share their concerns with him during the hymn. Unusually, as soon as the hymn began, Aunt Flea went to the altar and knelt. The pastor came to her and leaned over. They were whispering during all four verses of "I Need Thee Every Hour".

"This ain't lookin' good" the sheriff whispered to David. "Aunt Flea ain't never gone to the altar during prayer concerns before. I bet she's spillin' her guts to that worthless piece of shit that fills the pulpit. I'll wring her fucking neck."

"Just put on your dazzling smile and we'll get through the service" David said. "Then we can deal with the bitches."