"Charles … are you ready to go to Doctor Powers' office?" called out Mr. Ken.
"Yes, 'dad, I'm ready … but I'm not too sure I really want to go," replied Charles.
"Why's that 'son'?" asked 'dad' Ken.
"Because he's gonna want to check my stitches and, well you know," replied the preteen.
"I hear you Charles, but at least he is a trained professional and he did do the surgery and it isn't like he doesn't know what you have," teased Mr. Ken, some.
The two Covers got into Mr. Ken's BMW and headed over to Doctor Rick's. They arrived a few minutes before their scheduled appointment time and of course there was the inevitable paperwork to fill out. The two took a seat and Charles watched the TV while his 'dad' put pen to paper and filled in the information on the papers the nurse gave him.
It wasn't long after their arrival that the doctor's nurse came out and called for Charles Lewis. 'Dad' and 'son' stood up and went to where the nurse was and she directed them to an empty exam room.
"Charles, please take off your clothes and put on the gown from the exam table. The doctor will see you in a few minutes," announced the nurse, and then she left the room.
"'Dad', do I have to?" moaned Charles.
"Yes, 'son', how else can the doctor check your stitches if you keep your clothes on. Now, come on 'son', you know that is what you have to do. I don't think you need my help. You're twelve," 'dad' Ken said, trying to lighten the mood.
The lad did what he was asked, but he surely didn't like that he had to do it. 'Dad' Ken did help gather up the boy's clothes as he removed them and placed them on a chair. Then, when the boy was in the paper gown, he helped the boy up on the exam table to await Doctor Rick.
A few minutes later Doctor Richard Powers, Doctor Rick to his friends which was just about everyone, came into the room and offered, "Hello there, Charles, you are looking good and appear to be in good health, today. You are here for me to check the progress of your healing and to see how the stitches are holding out. Do you have any questions before we begin?"
"Yeah, Doctor Rick," solemnly said Charles, "do I really have to show you my butt again?" the lad offered as he smiled.
Doc Rick saw the tease in the smile and replied, "Yes, Charles, you gotta, but if you're good I'll get you a lollipop when we're done. Will that be OK?"
Charles smiled back at the doctor and asked, "Do you have cherry? I really like cherry!"
Mr. Ken watched the two interact with their silliness and had to smile at their conversation. He was then brought out of his gaze as Charles jumped off the exam table and turned around and laid over the table with his now uncovered butt sticking up in the air. He watched Doc Rick put on some exam gloves and then tell the lad what he was going to do.
"Charles, I need to check your incision and the stitches first. I've put on some special gloves and I now need to spread your gluteus maximus," teased the doctor.
Charles abruptly stood up and turned to look at the doctor and said, "My what?"
"Your gluteus maximus. You know … your butt cheeks," smiled Doc Rick.
"Oh, is that all?" Charles smiled back, and then bent back over the table with his butt still exposed.
Doctor Powers slowly spread Charles' gluteus maximus, or butt cheeks, and using a strong exam light and high power magnifying scope he inspected the incision and stitches. He offered a few oohh's and ahh's and then told the lad and Mr. Ken that everything looked fine, that it was healing very well, but a few stitches had broken and he needed to remove them.
"Charles, I'll remove those broken stitches in a few minutes, but I also need to check the incisions inside of you. I want you to climb up a bit more onto the table so your feet aren't resting on the floor," said Doc Rick.
As Charles did as he was asked, Doctor Powers went over to his supplies and got out a slippery lube similar to KY. He put a generous amount on his finger and turned around and got behind the pre-teen lad.
"Charles, this is going to feel cool and you will also feel a stretching of your sphincter muscles as I have to put my finger inside of you. Do you understand, Charles?" explained Doctor Rick.
"Yes, I think so. You're going to do what you did to me when I got my physical, aren't you?" a now teary Charles replied.
"Yes, Charles, I have to do that … but I hope to be quick about it. Please try to relax," clarified the doctor.
Charles closed his eyes tight, even though he couldn't see what the doctor was going to do, but he already knew how it felt to have the man's finger up his butt. Charles braced himself for the invasion of his anus and the pain that he knew would come with it.
"Charles, I know you are not ready, but this time I put some numbing lube on the tip of my finger and I will place it on your opening for a few seconds to allow it to get slightly numb. It won't take away all of the discomfort but it will help quite a bit," was how Doctor Rick described what he was going to do.
The doctor placed a gob of the numbing medication at Charles's butt opening and left it there. He looked at the second hand on the room's wall mounted clock and after thirty seconds he told Charles he was going to inset his finger.
Charles could feel the pressure from the man's finger spreading his anal sphincter. There really wasn't any pain this time, but it sure felt uncomfortable having the man's large finger in there.
As soon as the finger invaded the small boy's anus, it was as if a switch was turned on and his mind brought to the forefront, in his consciousness, a view of Smokey and then the other bikers putting their man sized dicks in there. He not only remembered but could somehow see in his mind how it burned like fire as first Smokey and then the other men forced their huge manhood's inside of him.
Charles could recall Smokey's wide dick being inserted and the man pumping his dick in and out and then he could feel the man push in as far as he could and then feel the man's cock spasm four or five times inside of him.
The lad remembered how the biker leader pulled his huge shaft out of his butt and then asking who wanted sloppy seconds. He then saw a big man in his mind, about the size of Lawrence Masson, strip off all of his clothes and come face on at him. The young ten year old could see the man's very plump man toy hanging there as soft as could be. The biker then started to stroke the large phallus and before long the man's johnson was just as big as Smokey's fat sausage. The biker, after that, then got behind Charles and turned him over so they were now face-to-face. The biker said something like he wanted to see the lad's face as he was penetrated and fucked. Then that was what the biker did.
When that biker finished inside of Charles, the lad could in some way see another biker coming up and putting him on all fours and entering him like the man was fucking a dog. He could still remember the man putting his dick inside of him but that was all he could feel as he couldn't feel a thing the man did inside of him. There were three more men who fucked him that night but the only thing he remembered was their faces from that night.
"All done there, Charles. I hope that wasn't too uncomfortable for you," said Doc Rick. It was the man's voice that brought Charles out of his deep day dream of his past.
"Charles, I hope you are doing okay after that?" asked a concerned Doctor Powers.
"Oh, yeah, doc, I guess I sort of began day dreaming when you started to put your finger in there. All I felt … all I felt was the initial push and that was when I … I began to think back about what made the reason for all this," replied Charles. It was then the pre-teen broke down and cried hard.
'Dad' Ken saw Charles break down and cry uncontrolledly so he immediately went to the lad and grabbed him up and hugged him tight. The pre-teen cried and cried and his tears were quickly streaming down his face. Doctor Powers was afraid he had done something inside of the lad that caused that reaction.
"Mr. Ken … I … I didn't do anything inside of the boy … but feel the incisions and check the stitches. You can see there is no blood on my glove finger so … well, that tells me everything is healing inside as we hoped. I have no idea what would make the lad cry so hard like that," Doctor Powers tried to explain.
"Doc, I don't think it was anything you did. Charles said something … he said something to the effect … that … that he was thinking back to what caused this, his surgery, to occur. … Doc … could he have … could your finger … could your finger going inside of him have brought back some of those memories of what those men did to him? He was awfully still and he never once reacted to your finger going, well, going inside," questioned Ken Thomas.
"Ken, I never saw anyone react like Charles just did. Yes, most people will clench their butts but once my finger is inside there isn't anything other than them standing up and moving away to remove my finger. It was like he fell asleep or something," replied Doc Rick.
It was while the two men were talking that the pre-teen began to settle down and listen to them talk. The lad's eyes began to dry up and as he listened he thought back to what just happened and it was like he fully remembered the whole assault on him that night Smokey shared him with the other bikers. He then remembered how it took almost three days for his butt to sort of recover from the assault. The whole thing had now come back to him and he needed to tell his 'dad'.
Pushing himself back from his dad, Charles said, "'Dad' … I think I know what just happened to me."
The two men looked at the youngster like there was no way he could understand what happened.
Charles saw the skeptical looks the men gave him, so he persisted. "'Dad', listen to me, please. … When Doctor Rick put his finger inside of me … it was like a switch was thrown and the night Smokey shared me came right back to me. I could see the entire … I saw what they did to me that night. I mean everything. I could see … I could see all of their faces and the size of their … ah, the size of what, you know, what they put inside of me. I don't remember anything the doc did inside of me just now, but I can tell you how big those men were and any tattoos or marks they had on their bodies."
Ken Thomas looked at his foster son and asked, "Are you sure, Charles? Are you completely sure?"
"Yeah, 'dad', I'm sure," replied Charles.
"Charles, do you think you can remember all that when you visit with Doctor Doug tomorrow? If not, I'll try to get an appointment with him today; right now if need be. This could be a very important issue Doug Jennings can help you deal with. So … do you want to see him tomorrow or today?" seriously asked 'dad' Ken.
"No, 'dad', I think I can remember all of it until tomorrow. It was very vivid as though it happened just now. I had forgotten all about what they did other than they did put their, their dicks inside my butt. But just now … it all came back to me. Everything … everything but the pain. I saw their faces and, you know, their dicks and what they did and how. One biker turned me over so he could watch my face while another turned me over to do me like I was a dog. I don't think I'll forget that until tomorrow," was how Charles described what happened to him, as Doctor Rick checked him out.
"Young man, you gave me a scare, there. I've never had anyone do what you did today. I just hope those memories don't interfere with your day to-day life and your future, young man. … But, I still need to take out those broken stitches so are you ready for that? That numbing lube should still be working, so that shouldn't be a problem as I remove them," the doctor informed the lad.
Doctor Rick took care of removing most of the stitches at the anus and told Charles and his 'dad' that they needed to stop back on Friday afternoon to have the remaining ones removed. Charles asked the doc about going back to skateboarding and swimming, but was told he needed to hang on until, at least, Friday when the remaining stitches came out and he had four more days of healing. Charles was also told he would not be able to do strenuous exercise or hard swimming for at least another week after that and then he'd be able to start increasing his activities. The pre-teen also learned he still needed to take his medications until at least Friday, too.
The doc gave Charles some tissues to wipe the lube out of his butt crack and then the lad got dressed. The three talked some more but the nurse came in and told Doctor Rick he was getting behind schedule. Mr. Ken said he'd make an afternoon appointment for Friday and would see him then.
As the two Covers drove back towards The Cove, it was Mr. Ken who teased, "Well, 'son' that wasn't so bad, was it?"
"That's easy for you to say, 'dad'. You didn't have his huge finger up your butt," came back Charles with a smile.
"Charles … are you really doing okay after what you remembered back there?" Mr. Ken wanted, needed to know.
"I think I'll do OK, 'dad'. Something happened as Doctor Rick pushed his finger inside of me and it just refreshed my mind about what those men did to me. Please don't ask me how it happened. All I can tell you is that it was like an instant replay. I knew they did something but I must have blocked out what it was. Now, I can tell Doctor Doug what I was trying to remember for him. 'Dad', what I saw in my mind, you know, back in Doctor Rick's room was almost what Collin and Robert told me had happened to them. Especially what Collin told me and I don't think he told me everything. I now know how bad my 'brothers' were injured," calmly, but emphatically revealed Charles.
Ken Thomas thought about what Charles just told him as they rode back towards The Cove. They came to a point where they had to turn to go home but 'dad' Ken decided to take the other road.
"'Dad', where are we going?" excitedly asked Charles.
"'Son', we're going to DQ. You deserve a treat for having to endure Doctor Rick's finger and what you remembered about your assault," smiled 'dad' Ken.
"All right!" exclaimed the pre-teen.
Charles was told to continue his soft foods regimen, so the lad got a large hot fudge sundae. Mr. Ken got a medium milk chocolate blizzard. The two Covers sat in a window corner booth as they enjoyed their ice cream creations.
"Charles … I'm sorry … I'm sorry you remembered what those men did to you. I can't imagine what you had to endure, but if what happened to Collin also happened to you then I … I believe I know what you had to endure. It will be very important for you to really share everything with Doctor Doug, so you can get a handle on it and find a way to move past it all. From what you said earlier, I think you know what I am talking about."
After the man said all that, he looked at his 'son' with wonderment and awe that the lad, when he was only ten, was able to endure what he had happen to him. He only hoped it would not follow him into adulthood and ruin his ability to succeed in life. It was after thinking all that that some tears began to fall from his eyes.
Charles saw the tears and reached over to grab his 'dad's' hand and said, "'Dad', I'll be OK. I know I will. I have the Best Man in the World in my corner and he has already done so much for me in such a short time, that with his continued help, I won't allow what Smokey and his friends did to me to ruin the rest for my life!"
Mr. Ken smiled at what his foster son just said and he squeezed the preteen's hand back as to let the lad know he believed him and would be there for him. The two continued to enjoy their treats.
Over at The Cove, while Mr. Ken and Charles headed over to Doctor Rick's, all the lads had returned to The Cove for the day to skate and swim. Of course, they started out on the ramps, as they always do, and they took turns because there were so many kids there.
"Hey, Robert … I thought you and Charles were going to talk to Mr. Ken about moving some of these ramps around so more of us can skate," asked Chuck.
"Chuck, we did talk to him on Saturday but time got away from us. Mr. Ken said he'd come out with a tape measure and see what we could do, but he also reminded me that we did that prior to building them where they are. I think he is not going to allow us to move them unless we come up with a compromise," replied Robert.
"What kind of compromise do you think he'll go for?" asked Josh.
"Guys … let me get a tape measure out of the garage and let us do our homework before we ask my 'dad' to change anything. Just like what we did when he asked us what ramps we wanted to be built, I think we need to offer him our ideas first so he has something to work with," offered Robert.
The boys all agreed with Robert so the teen went inside the garage and got a tape measure. He opened the garage door where the BMW is parked, so he didn't have a long a walk to get back outside. He figured it would then be open for his 'dad' to drive right in when he got back with Charles.
The guys took the tape measure and began to check spacing between the ramps and the distance from the garage doors. It became apparent they needed a second tape measure so Robert went in search of another one. Finding it, he hurried back to his friends and then someone said they needed a pad and pencil or pen to take notes. Robert went back inside and found the needed items.
With two tape measures, they could better see the intersections of the ramps and the space needed for Mr. Ken's vehicles. The lads asked Robert about why Mr. Ken kept the first garage space empty and used the last one instead of the other way around. With that thought in mind, the lads got to sketching out what they could do with the ramps if the last garage space was empty. They also looked at getting rid of one of the ramps. But, which ramp would they want to give up, if Mr. Ken didn't like their first proposition.
While the lads looked at all the ramps and discussed the pros and cons of either keeping it or asking it to be removed, Mr. Chris inside was enjoying the peace and quiet from all the banging and slamming out at the skateboard ramps. He was almost ready to go out there and yell at the lads but their sudden stop was 'silence' to his ears and his pounding headache.
"Guys, I think we can decide we'll keep the half-pipe. Anyone for offering it up to be scrapped?" called Out Robert.
With no takers on eliminating the half-pipe, their biggest and 'baddest' one, Robert went over to the fun box. He asked the same question and again he had no takers. He went to the grind box and when he asked the question many of the lads put their hands up. Walking over to the launch ramp, Robert asked about letting it be the sacrificial ramp and not as many lads put their hands up but that showed it would have to be discussed when it came time to offer one ramp up to be removed. The last ramp was the quarter pipe. It was similar to the launch pipe and it was also like one end of the half-pipe. Again, Robert called for the question and a few of the lads put their hands up.
"Okay, it looks like we have three ramps some of us believe can be offered up to be removed. First up is the grind box. Let's discuss the pros and cons," spoke up Robert.
The lads talked about what they liked about it and what they didn't like. Robert took a vote and the vote was 10 to 7 to offer it up. The next ramp to be discussed was the launch ramp. They did the same discussion of pros and cons for it and the vote was 14 to 3 to keep it. The last ramp they discussed was the quarter pipe. The vote for that one was 10 to 7 to offer it up.
"Okay … it looks like we have two ramps with a tie vote. Since Charles isn't here it might not be fair to be voting but since both votes were 10 verses 7 I don't think his vote would have mattered one way or the other. Now, we need to again discuss the pros and cons of both ramps to see if anyone wants to change their vote for one or the other," explained Robert.
For the next few minutes, the lads discussed the two ramps that they were considering offering up as a compromise to Mr. Ken. As the lads repeated their pros and cons to offer up either the grind box or the quarter pipe, Robert kept track of all the comments. The thing most of the boys did not like about the grind box was they didn't understand it or they had difficulty in even using it and because most of the boys were 13 and under that was probably why they wanted to offer it up to be removed from the ramps. As for the quarter pipe, many of the boys said it was very similar to the short end of the half pipe and they wondered why they needed both types of ramps.
Some of the boys suggested that they enlarge the top deck of the quarter pipe so that more people could be waiting to launch off it instead of having to wait to go up turn around and come back. Then the discussion got off track because of the comments to extended decking of the quarter pipe some of the boys suggested that they add some decking to the launch ramp and attach it to the half pipe which would give them opportunity to ride up the launch ramp and go over it and land on the lower part of the half pipe. With all those boys offering out their suggestions and ideas Robert found himself in a quagmire trying to rein in all of their comments.
"Quiet, quiet, everybody," yelled Robert. "We were only discussing the grind box and the quarter pipe. We were only deciding which ramp that we were willing to offer up, so that we might be able to spread the other ramps out. None of us have the capability of extending, adding on to or doing anything else with these ramps. That is unless one of you knows a carpenter who wishes to come by here and do what you're asking, otherwise I don't think any of your suggestions are valid. Now … let's get back to the question at hand. You've all heard the pros and cons for the grind box and the quarter pipe. Now, it is time for one last discussion. Does anyone else have a pro or con for either the grind box or the quarter pipe."
"Okay, I don't hear any other new ideas," said Robert. "Now it's time for us to take a vote. All those in favor of offering up the grind box raise your hand. Okay, all those in favor of offering up the quarter pipe raise your hand. Guys, as you all saw the hands the vote was 12 for giving up the grind box and 10 votes to giving up the quarter pipe. Thus, if my calculations are correct, it is the grind box that we will offer up to remove from the group of ramps to possibly gain more skate space."
"Yeah, but what about Charles' vote. I still don't understand. Doesn't he get a vote in all this?" yelled out Wyatt.
Robert heard the question posed by Wyatt, but when he reviewed all of the votes he recognized that even if Charles had voted one way or the other it would not have made a difference. Seeing that, Robert spoke out and told Wyatt what he thought and what he saw and how he felt Charles would not mind them not taking this vote. Robert further told Wyatt and of course all the other lads that he and his brother had talked about which ramp they would've given up and he said Charles agreed that he would offer up the grind box, as well.
The boys had all agreed that the vote was fair and that they would offer up the grind box to see if its removal would open up more space to move out some of the other ramps to allow them to have more people on the ramps at the same time. With the vote taken the guys decided to go back to riding the skateboard ramps instead of swimming.
Within about five minutes of the boys going back to doing their tricks, jumps and slams on the wood out in the parking corral the noise reached Mr. Chris. Chris Dominions had hoped the lads had decided to go swimming and if they had he knew he would have another 2 to 3 hours of peace and quiet that he would have to get his work done.
Earlier that morning, when Mr. Chris arrived his employer, Mr. Thomas, had sat down with the man and discussed two things that he wanted Chris to do that day. The first was to watch over the lads as he took Charles to his doctor's appointment. The second item was for Mr. Chris to contact Jules Diamond and coordinate with him a new contract to reduce the number of security guards around the estate. Mr. Ken told Chris that he still wanted some presence of security around the estate, but he did not want or need to have the essence of a small army in place.
Mr. Chris got an idea through their conversations what Mr. Ken was looking for. Keeping that in mind, Mr. Chris called Mr. Diamond and told him what Mr. Thomas had directed him to do. Jules diamond was very amiable with the changes to the contract knowing that Mr. Thomas had treated him very well over the years and had directed a lot of business his way. On top of that, Mr. Diamond knew from the outset that once the biker issue had been settled by Sheriff Barnes there was a distinct possibility to completely do away with all of the security guards at The Cove. Hearing that Mr. Thomas wanted to continue a presence of security around the establishment he was happy that he was going to be able to continue to keep a number of his security guards employed.
Mr. Chris and Mr. Diamond tentatively agreed that they would keep at least two security guards on duty 24/7 for the foreseeable future. They also agreed to increase security whenever a planned event was to happen anywhere on the estate grounds. The cost was not going to be a factor other than the fact that there would not be as many security guards employed but in keeping two guards on duty 24/7 meant that a minimum of 6 to 8 security guards, , and potentially 16 security guards maximum, would be able to maintain their employment there at Three Finger Cove.
Mr. Chris told Jules Diamond he would write up the projected changes and offer them to Mr. Thomas when he arrived back from his son's doctor's appointment and the owner would review the suggested changes later on that evening. Mr. Chris told Jules he would call him tomorrow and let him know if there were going to be any changes. In the meantime, after Mr. Chris had written up the new contract terms, he faxed them to Jules Diamond, so each of them had a copy of what was discussed.
While Mr. Ken and Charles were out enjoying their ice cream Sundays, the boys had gone back to riding their skateboards on the ramps. Inside the estate home the silence was shattered when Mr. Chris heard the slap and pounding of the skateboards on the wood ramps. Outside the boys weren't doing anything different than what they had been doing from the first time the wood skateboarder ramps were installed, some months back. To them the slapping and pounding on the wood was always a part of skating.
Inside, to Mr. Chris, the pounding and slamming down on the hollow wood sounded very similar to some of the distant blasts and explosions out on the battlefield. A few times over the last three weeks, or so, Mr. Chris had lost his temper and went out to the boys and yelled at them. On a few other occasions, because of the noise, the Estate Manager left the estate because Mr. Thomas had told him he was free to come and go as long as his work was done.
Today, though, just like once before, Mr. Ken asked Chris Dominions to stay around the estate and keep track of the boys as they skated or swam around his property. Earlier, he almost went outside to try to get the boys to stop all the pounding and booming on the wood ramps but then all of a sudden it stopped and that's when Mr. Chris had hoped the boys had decided to go swimming. It had taken the boys a good 30 to 40 minutes to do their measurements and take their votes but then decision had been made so they all went back to playing on the ramps.
Mr. Chris was having a difficult time in controlling his built-up anger towards the noise that was again coming from the parking corral. The thundering group of booms was one of the issues that he and his doctors, at the VA hospital, were dealing with. He tried all of the ways he was taught to diminish his feelings and thoughts about all the noise the lads made, but for some reason the noise and the headache were beginning to overwhelm him. Then all of a sudden, he heard a quick succession of three loud booms and he instantly reacted. He pushed back from his desk and quickly went outside and headed directly over to the parking corral.
"Boys, I've had enough of ALL this NOISE! I want you to all stop riding those skateboards and I mean NOW!" yelled Chris Dominions at the 17 boys out in the parking corral. "I do not want to hear another boom, crackle, pop, or anything else from these skateboard ramps for the rest of today! Do YOU understand what I'M telling you?" screamed out Chris Dominions.
The look of shock on the boys' faces was apparent. All of the boys looked to Robert with faces that asked him the question of what were they going to do. Robert had known that Mr. Chris had made previous comments about the noise but this is the first time he had really screamed and yelled at them making all the noise. Robert could see the anger on Mr. Chris's face and he knew now was not the time nor was he the one who should confront the man.
"Hey guys, it is getting kind of late, what say we all go for swim? I am kinda hot and it's almost time to get something to eat, too. Let's all go get changed and head out to the rafts," said Robert calmly.
The boys looked back to one another and slowly they all set their skateboards aside the ramps and began to walk around the outside of the house to the patio pool entrance to go into the dressing rooms and get changed.