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 A Model Family Part 2

   By

   Boy Trainer

   Catching Up

   It was a trip to the mall to take some Christmas family photos that
changed our lives forever.  My name is Chuck Hopper.  I'm a thirty-six year
old father of ten-year-old twins Andrew and Angela and husband to my wife
Susan.

   Financially things were a bust, but with an offer for free Christmas
portraits Sue and I figured that we could save a few bucks so that at least
we could buy something to put under the tree for the kids and send the
extended family our portraits to at least give the pretense that all was
well.

   That's when Mark Warner came into our lives with an offer to model for
him; an offer we couldn't refuse.

   My family had changed dramatically since we started modeling.  These
changes were slow, but extremely dramatic.  We had gone from the brink of
poverty to living quite comfortably in just a matter of months.  Not only
that, but we had gone from a very modest family to the brink of
exhibitionism in the same amount of time and it's all because we started
modeling for Mark.

   At first it was the kids who modeled clothing of all sorts.  Soon
because the pay was so good Sue and I allowed them to model rather
provocative sleepwear along with other garments that some would say were
age inappropriate and before we knew it we were modeling nude for art
classes, but that was nothing compared to what Mark had in store for us.

   Don't misunderstand me.  Mark is a wonderful man and really cares for
all of us.  He reminds me of the character Reuben Kincaid on the Partridge
family and we care for him deeply as well, but his methods did strike us as
a bit odd at first...  At first.

   Chapter 1

   The Family Grows

   I couldn't believe it myself, but before I knew it, it was early May
before we learned we had a new gig.  We had been working our asses off not
only modeling for the art school, but Mark had been booking us for several
other shots as well.  We had come to think of Hawaii as home and I even had
to get a Hawaiian driver's license.

   Mark meanwhile had our house emptied and put everything we owned in
storage...  somewhere.  We had learned that when Mark told us to trust him,
we did without question.

   Mark and his cameras became one, along with his laptop and cell phone of
course.  Wherever the family went Mark was there clicking away.  He
especially loved the candid shots, but he gradually started to teach the
kids how to model professionally.  If there was ever a question as to where
Mark or the kids were all we had to do was listen for that familiar click,
click, click.

   We had grown quite attached to the resort and we knew practically every
guest and it seemed like Chris had become a part of the family.  He sure
kept Susan and I entertained when the kids were off with Mark.  The funny
thing is we never did meet his mother and quite frankly Sue never really
wanted to.  She said she's run into her a few times, but never spoke to
her. We knew she was a drug addict and that she really had no interest in
her son which only made the bonds between our family and Chris all the
closer.

   More often than not Chris would sleep between me and Sue.  In fact he
had become our body pillow and we would miss him when he wasn't sleeping
with us.  I know he slept with Mark a few times too, but for some reason
which Chris never spoke of, he shied away from Mark even avoiding him and
when he did sleep with Mark he always looked like it was out of a sense of
obligation.  Sue and I tried to confront both of them separately as to what
was going on, but both would shrug and say.  "Nothing."

   It was a rainy day when Mark gathered the family together.  Chris wasn't
there, but then one never knew when he would pop up.  We often worried
about him, but that was the way Chris was.

   "You'll be modeling for furniture next." Mark told us.

   "You mean we'll be standing next to furniture?" I asked confused because
I'd seen furniture ads and none of them ever had models.  "Cars I can
understand.  Car ads have models; but furniture?"

   "No.  You'll actually be the furniture."

   Everyone sat stunned and very confused, but Mark held his stone cold
expression for quite some time before bursting out in laughter.  "Let me
explain." He said while jetting out a few last giggles.  There is a new art
form.  Well, not so new, it's been around since the old Roman times. 
You've seen those statues decorating wealthy people's homes where nude
children pee into the pools and fountains?"

   "Oh yes those angles and bird baths." Sue responded perkily.  "But
aren't those just sculptures?"

   "Yes they used to be marble carvings and some still are painstakingly
chiseled out chip by chip , but now they simply take molds of the models
and then fill the molds with whatever material is appropriate for that
sculpture."

   "You mean we have to sit in wet plaster till it dries?" Angela asked
with a snarl.

   "Unfortunately yes, but the good news is that now we have faster methods
and very quick drying formulas and you won't be statues.  You're all going
to be actual furniture.  You'll be useful household products like lamps and
tables and even chairs.  It's all a bit too artsy for my tastes, but
honestly I think you'll enjoy it.  First I need to talk to you about the
types of poses you'll be expected to do."

   "Yeah?" Sue acknowledged.

   "You see this furniture is for...  How best to describe it?  Well the
people who buy these things are very wealthy and rather flamboyant and it's
almost like art deco and...  very...  erotic." Again he paused.  "And very
expensive which means you will be paid handsomely."

   "Ok?"

   Mark fumbled his words and stammered nervously for a moment.  "Maybe I
should use the kids to demonstrate?"

   "Sure go ahead." I said.

   "Let's start with something simple like a coffee table.  Andrew and
Angela, could you come over her?" He said leading the children to an empty
space in the resort suite living room.

   With the kids no longer embarrassed about being naked they stepped
quickly to where Mark directed them.  "Angela, please lie down on your back
here."

   She did as she was told and then Mark hoisted her knees upward with her
feet flat on the floor.  "Andrew, please kneel between her legs." He did.
"Now hover over your sister."

   "Like you're going to fuck her." Sue injected knowing where this was
going.

   I felt like Spock with one eyebrow lifted when I heard her talk like
that, but again things had started to change.

   "Um yes."

   Andrew drew in close and got down over his twin while Mark guided him to
rest on his knees and elbows and then he arranged Angela's hands so that
they were wrapped around his ribs, but not so far that her fingertips
reached his back.  He then raised her head till their lips made contact. 
He lowered Andrew's head until his shoulders; head and ass were all level
and lined up with Angela's knees.  "Now." He said to me and Sue.  "Imagine
a glass table top over Andrew."

   "Oh I see what you want." I said excitedly.

   "Yes, well there's a bit more to it than this.  You see it has to look
completely natural...  relaxed...  Do you see what I'm saying?"

   "You want it looking like they really are fucking." Sue sparked.

   "Well yes." Then he paused and after that thought had sunk in he added.
"From all angles."

   It took a second before I completely understood, but I think my dick
understood first because it leaped to attention before I even knew it. 
"They actually have to be fucking; right?  I mean his dick has to be inside
of her."

   "Yes and no...  You see they can't mold them at the same time.  That
would be impossible.  They have to mold them in this position separately
and exactly as they are now only when they put the final molds together his
dick has to fit in her pussy.  Now here's the hard part." He continued. 
"Andrew has to keep his dick hard for quite some time while the formula
dries.  They make two separate molds of his dick only one is a hollow
malleable mold which you can think of as a hard condom which keeps Angela's
pussy open to just the right diameter to Andrew's dick.  Then they just
slide the two pieces together."

   There was a lull in the conversation as Sue pondered.  In fact we all
were watching her as she thought.  Mark waited with anticipation and then
Sue's eyes opened and she asked.  "Should he pop her cherry before the
session?"

   "Well he has a small dick and they want some of it showing, so I don't
think that it's necessary because the diaphragm will..."

   "No...  It is necessary.  It's obvious we're going a little past art now
aren't we?  Like you said, the industry is going to start demanding that we
give more than others are willing to, so it will be done.  Don't worry
Mark. We'll be ready."

   "Are you sure?" I asked her.

   She looked at me and then down to my now leaking cock, smiled and said.
"Well I know you have no problems with it."

   "You're right about that." I laughed only slightly embarrassed.

   Then she got a serious look on her face and turned to Mark.  "I assume
luxury super cars are expensive."

   "I think we understand each other very well." He answered with an evil
and cold face.  "Now, about that other boy."

   "Chris?" I asked.

   Just then there was a knock at the door.  I got up no longer conscious
of my ever hardening erection and no longer caring if anyone in the hall
might see it and opened the door.  There stood Chris with a suit case in
his hand and big old shit eating grin on his face.  Alongside him stood a
rather young, but raggedy looking woman with baggy eyes and stringy hair.
She looked half asleep.  Her makeup had faded and smeared considerably and
she swayed back and forth, obviously stoned out of her mind.  "I believe
this belongs to you." She said forcibly nudging Chris in our suite.

   "What are you talking about?" I asked in shock.

   "Look I can't afford him anymore.  He gets in the way and he told me
what's happened here." She said while looking directly at my raging boner.
"You obviously have more use for him than I do, so you can have him."

   Mark came to the door and gently set his hand on her shoulder.  He then
handed her an unsealed business sized envelope.  When he did that she
handed Mark a manila folder which was hidden behind her back.  Mark held
his hand out to shake hers, but she just turned and staggered down the hall
while Chris silently closed it behind her.

   "What's going on here?" I asked.

   Mark handed me the manila folder and I opened it.  Inside was Chris's
birth certificate, shot records among other things, but the most important
paper was a notarized affidavit giving Sue and I soul guardianship of
Chris.

   "But she doesn't even know us." I said in total shock.

   "She doesn't care." Mark responded.  "He belongs to you now."

   "Good!" I heard Sue spit out to my disbelief.  "She doesn't deserve
him." Then she held out her hands as if bidding Chris to her.

   Chris did look a little confused, but set his case down and stepped into
her waiting arms and Sue embraced him lovingly.  Then she kissed him on his
forehead.  Next she squeezed his cheeks together in both hands causing his
lips to pucker.  "But..." She added firmly.  "No more of this doing as you
please crap.  No more sleeping wherever you want without our permission. 
You have a family now and with family comes responsibility.  Do I make
myself clear?"

   "Yes." He muffled as best as he could with compressed fishlike lips.

   The strangest thing was I hadn't heard any opinions; good or bad coming
from the twins.  I turned to get their reactions, but to my surprise they
were still in the same missionary position Mark had put them in and they
were still kissing each other oblivious to their surroundings.  In fact
they were very passionately French kissing like real lovers do.

   All of us sort of walked quietly around the two astonished and very
entertained.  "Are they fucking?" Sue asked.

   Chris actually bent down and looked between their legs.  He physically
spread Andrew's legs and moved in as close as he could.  "No." He said. 
"His dick is hard, but it's pointing to the floor." He then looked up at us
and asked.  "Want me to fix it?"

   Sue looked at Mark and smiled knowingly.  "No.  Mark do you want the
honors?"

   "Me?" He asked in astonishment.

   "You've been so patient and we've been neglecting you for too long.  Go
ahead." She said indicating with a motion of her head towards the kid's
direction.

   "Are you sure?"

   "Take your time." She added.

   With that Chris got up and moved out of Mark's way.  He lowered himself
on his hands and knees behind Andrew's pert little ass and reaching out. 
He kneaded those adorable cheeks and the kids, in totally accepting him
drew their legs further apart allowing him even more access.

   A look of pure bliss, admiration and total lust came over Mark as he
slowly moved in first kissing Andrew's right butt cheek and then his left.
He spread the cheeks as far apart as he could and with mouth wide open he
jetted his tongue right between them.  He lapped wildly shoving his face in
Andrew's ass crack like a horse with a feed sack over his head and judging
by the way Andrew swayed his hips and hummed as he kissed his sister I just
knew Mark must have been doing a wonderful job.

   Chris then straddled the tween couple facing Mark.  He reached down and
clasped onto Angela's ass hoisting both of them high in order to give Mark
more comfortable access which the carpet denied him.  Now Mark lay flat on
his stomach and lapped away at both of their sexes making sure they were
properly lubricated with his saliva.

   After they were sopping wet he reached in between them and gently guided
Andrew's small hairless dick into his sister's virgin pussy.  Chris then
slowly lowered the two and Mark watched on as with a gasp from Angela,
Andrew jabbed through her fresh hymen.

   This captivated me because I really didn't believe Andrew's preteen
little hairless dick could even reach a girl's hymen, much less break
through it, but I guess I was wrong.

   Sue got down at their heads and whispered encouragements to both of
them. "That's it babies...  No hurry...  Take it nice and slow.  Enjoy each
other.  Relax...  Breathe..."

   The scene was so damn hot I couldn't help myself.  While I watched on I
started jacking my cock wildly and before I knew it I was spewing cum all
over my rutting children's hair.  One jet even landed directly in Angela's
open left eye, but as much as I knew it had to sting, she didn't complain.
She just closed that eye tightly and continued kissing her brother as he
slowly made small thrusts in and out until finally he couldn't take it
anymore and his thrusts quickened and grew ever more urgent.

   All too soon there was one final thrust inward and his ass cheeks
clinched.  They locked in that position for several seconds.  Then he
collapsed from exhaustion over his sister, but they feverishly continued to
kiss.

   "I wish I had my camera." I heard Mark whisper to himself.

   When Andrew finally rolled off his sister Mark's face drew towards
Angela's freshly fucked little cunt.  I thought he was going to eat her
out, but his eyes popped with excitement as he reached in with his index
finger and scooped up some blood of course, but in an astonishing tone he
said.  "He came." He rose to a kneeling position and holding his finger up
for all to see.  "The little shit actually makes sperm!"

   "That's impossible." Sue said and grabbed Mark's wrist.  She sniffed his
finger and then she licked it.  "He's only ten.  It can't be, but it's
true."

   "I have sperm?" Andrew asked in a pride of accomplishment.

   "Yep." Mark acknowledged with a smile.  "You sure do."

   "Cool."

   Chapter 2

   The New Assignment And Mark's Dirty Little Secret

   I must admit we were all a little disappointed to have to leave Hawaii.
We had made more than a few new friends.  Sue was especially saddened to
leave Dev who had become such a good friend to her, but the good news is we
weren't going back home to the snow.  This time we were headed to someplace
even better.  Sue almost cried when she saw our final destination on the
schedule; Monaco in the French Riviera!

   Angela and Andrew really had no idea what Monaco was or what it would be
like, so they weren't very excited, but Chris acted like he'd just won the
lottery.  He leapt for joy and whooped and hollered for quite some time.

   "What about passports?" I asked.  "I've never applied for one.  In fact
none of us has one."

   "Not to worry." Mark said.  "I applied for them online and sometimes
it's not who you know, but who you blow.  Besides, this is a business trip
and you're all employed by my company."

   None of us could believe we actually got to fly in the new Airbus A-380
into Paris which was a real treat for all of us.  I have to admit I may
have been a little more excited about it than the kids were.  The flight
was long and for them it became boring really quickly especially flying
over the ocean with nothing to see below except water, but for me, all I
could do was marvel over how beautifully decorated the plane was and as an
adult who was quite used to flying coach, the spacious and soft seating of
business class made it impossible for me to sleep even though the seat
stretched out into a very comfortable bed.

   When we finally landed in France Mark had the thoughtfulness to book us
into a very nice hotel.  I guess he knew we could all use a little rest. 
The suite wasn't as spacious as the one we had in Hawaii, but it didn't
need to be, we zonked out in no time at all.  I became acutely aware how
hard it must be for rock stars to go from country to country and from city
to city.  True, we weren't rock stars or famous for that matter.  We didn't
need to deal with the paparacci thankfully, but I could still sympathize
with them.

   When I awoke I wandered naked into the living room.  Even though this
hotel wasn't a nudist hotel I felt more comfortable naked and besides we
were in our private suite so who cares?

   What I did do though was walk in the main quarters only to find Mark
sitting at the dining table with his laptop and his shorts down to his
knees as he furiously worked at his crank while staring at the screen. 
"I'm sorry to interrupt you." I said jolting his attention away from the
monitor.

   Almost on impulse he started to close the computer, but I would have
none of that.  I quickly grabbed the monitor keeping it open.  "What'ya
looking at?" I joked.

   "Nothing...  I um."

   But it was too late for him.  I stepped around the table to find
something I wasn't expecting.  I was prepared for the obvious porn and
possibly kiddy porn simply because I was really getting into it myself, but
what I saw I had no idea even existed.  It was a picture which was extended
full screen.  The picture was of a small boy who couldn't have been older
than five.  He was tied by his wrists and ankles to a table, but that was
all that was on the table.  His small body was suspended up in the air held
only by his tiny, but stretched out dick and balls wrapped several times by
a thin rope like soft bailing twine which was secured to the wooden rafters
of what looked like a medieval dungeon.

   A thousand thoughts ran through my mind at that very moment.  My stomach
churned, but I was most astonished that I didn't freak out.  In fact in a
matter of seconds I was mesmerized by the image.  "That's..." Mark froze
and looked up at me.  "the hottest thing I ever seen in my life!" I hissed
trying not to wake anyone.  It was only on second glance did I realize that
the image was not real.  It was a computer generated 3D image, but you
really had to look at it a long time to realize that.

   "Oh shit!" I laughed.  "It's just a cartoon."

   Mark reached up and grabbed my eight inch rock hard cock with his entire
hand and asked.  "What if it weren't?"

   "What do you mean?" I asked not caring that he had a hold of my junk.

   "What if it were a real picture of a real boy?" He then gave my dick a
tight squeeze.

   I had no words.  I could not speak.  I couldn't even stammer a response.

   Just then Sue came into the room and saw Mark gripping my cock, but I
don't think she noticed Mark closing the computer.  "I see Mark's ready for
breakfast."

   "It's not breakfast time." He said giving me another quick squeeze like
a child squeezes a rubber duck.  "It's dinner time here." He then let go of
my cock and picked up his laptop carrying it to his room.

   "What's up with you?" Sue asked with a puzzled face.  "It's obvious Mark
wanted you to follow him.

   "I don't know." I answered not knowing what sort of look I had on my
face.

   "It's ok." She reassured me with a kiss on my cheek.  "Chris took care
of me already."

   "He did huh?"

   "Very much so.  Now you go and take care of that."

   With Sue's blessings I headed to Mark's door and I didn't even bother to
knock.  I just walked right in, but sex with him was not foremost on my
mind.  Mark was sitting on his bed actually looking like he was expecting
me, but it was also obvious sex wasn't on his mind either.

   "What did you mean?" I asked sitting next to him.

   "You mean about the picture?"

   "Don't fuck around with me man." I paused in my confusion and
reluctantly offered.  "Whatever you talk to me about stays with me.  I
promise."

   "Have you ever heard of anime BDSM porn?"

   "No."

   "It's what you just saw.  Sometimes it's just porn shots, sometimes it's
a series of shots that make up a story line like a comic book.  I've been
fiddling with it for some time now.  It's sort of a hobby of mine."

   "Well that one was a little dark; wouldn't you say?"

   "Yes, but what did you think of it?"

   "I really didn't see it for very long." I answered.

   "You saw it long enough to know if you liked it or not." I didn't have a
chance to answer before Mark spoke again.  "I'm being honest with you.  Now
you be honest with me."

   "It was just a kid." I said now feeling the sweat rolling down my
forehead.

   "But?"

   "It was the hottest thing I've ever seen.  The detail was remarkable."

   "Here, let me show you something." He said and opened up his laptop.  He
went into internet explorer and started going through various sites with
many different anime shots.  There was page after page of rather well done
renditions.  Some were more in the line of elves and monsters and some were
just sex scenes and then there were anime characters being tortured in
dungeons, both gay and straight.  I couldn't imagine how an artist could do
such work, but one thing struck me.  None of them were as realistic as the
one Mark had on the table.

   "Let me see the first one again." I said.

   With a couple of clicks there it was.  It was so realistic that I could
actually make out red veins and even pores in the skin.  Even the droplets
of sweat rolling down the boy's agonized forehead looked real.  "You made
this?" I asked astonished.

   "Yes."

   "Everything looks so real." I hissed.  "How did you do that?  I mean it
looks real, but at the same time it looks...  fake.  I mean I can tell it's
fake, but I'm not so sure."

   Then he reached for and grabbed my hard cock and asked.  "Do you like
it?"

   His hot hand on my rigid cock along with looking at that picture drove
me to a mindless answer.  "I love it."

   "I cheat." He said and dove down to engulf my painfully hard dick in his
mouth.

   I lay back on the bed and with a blast of hot air escaping from my mouth
I asked.  "How?"

   He lifted his head releasing my cock from his mouth only long enough to
answer.  "I use a camera and then overlay digital aspects making it look
like anime."

   I knew what he was saying, but I was now so into that image and being
blown that I just didn't care.  In only seconds I was filling Mark's mouth
with blast after blast of the most intense orgasm I ever had.  "Sweet!"

   Mark swallowed all I had to offer and then without consideration for his
own orgasm he woke the laptop again.  He flicked through some of the scenes
that he was proud of until he came to one that took my breath away.  The
picture was of Andrew and Angela and I remembered when he took that
picture. The kids were diving into the resort pool, but Mark had tweaked
the picture to make it look like Angela and Andrew were horizontal with a
rod shoved up their asses and roasting on a spit with an open fire.

   Now here's the rub.  I knew it was completely faked.  I knew it was just
a parlor trick done with a computer.  Sure the sight of my own kids
rotating on a spit shocked me to no end, but I didn't know what to think or
how to react.  I mean what do you do when a really good magic trick should
offend you beyond belief, but you really like it?

   Chapter 3

   Bourne to Lead

   It was four-thirty Paris time, but and we were all hungry, only none of
us wanted supper.  We had just woken up and after some coffee we were all
ready to start the day, but it was evening.  Luckily the hotel had room
service and we were able to order a traditional breakfast which we all
enjoyed.

   We would be catching a commuter flight to Monaco, but that would be the
following morning.  It sure was strange to be so, awake as daylight quickly
faded, but what can you do?

   Mark had us all get dressed because he wanted us to do a little
sightseeing.  I think he was thinking more of me and Sue than the kids and
that was nice of him.  I have to admit that I realized I had been
neglecting Sue in the romance department.

   The first thing I noticed when we exited the building was there really
wasn't anything to see except a really old neighborhood, but as soon as we
rounded the corner the Eiffel Tower came into view off in the distance.  I
held Sue tight from behind and in awe I whispered.  "Just look at that."

   "Look at what?" Andrew asked.

   I shook my head in disbelief.  "That...  that's the Eiffel Tower."

   "Looks like a really tall cell phone tower." He said unimpressed.

   "Well that's sort of what it was." Mark responded gripping Andrew's
shoulders.  "That is history my boy."

   "The Saint Louis Arch looks taller." Andrew said.

   "You're wrong.  The Gateway Arch is six hundred and thirty feet tall and
the Eiffel Tower is nine hundred and eighty-six feet tall."

   Andrew looked up at Mark with a snarl of distain.  "Maybe, but the arch
is prettier."

   Mark just laughed and said.  "You're a little patriot; aren't you? 
Would you like some freedom fries with that?"

   Andrew looked confused and asked.  "What are freedom fries?"

   "Are you sure he's my son?" I whispered to Sue while hugging her
tenderly from behind.

   She laughed and said.  "I'm not even sure he's mine."

   Then Mark hailed a taxi and I heard him say something in French to the
driver.  "Savez-vous oł l'appartement Bourne Supremacy est?"

   The Driver got a huge smile on his face and said.  "Aimeriez-vous y
aller?"

   "Oui"

   Mark bad us all to climb in the mini-van taxi and it was a tight fit,
but Mark sat in the front seat with Andrew on his lap.  I had no idea where
we were going, but I wasn't worried because I knew Mark did.  In a very
short time we pulled up to a building and Mark asked Andrew.  "Do you
recognize anything?"

   "No."

   "Look again."

   "I still don't know what you're talking about."

   Then Mark whispered loud enough that we all could hear.  "Bourne
Supremacy."

   Andrew got a ghostly look on his face and stammered while pointing. 
"T-that's his building!  That guy splattered right there!"

   Chris practically crawled over my lap to look out my window.  "Are you
serious?"

   "Yeah that's it right there.  Everything is exactly like the movie!"

   Sue and I looked at each other and laughed.  "Boys!" Here we were in a
beautiful city like Paris and all the boys cared about was the building
they used in a fictional action adventure movie, but that was just one more
feather in Mark's cap and Sue and I wouldn't forget it.

   Chapter 4 Yvon

   It was midnight when we finally made it back to the hotel.  We had to be
at the airport at seven o'clock which meant we only had five hours to
sleep. The problem was that we were still wide awake.  To us it was lunch
time and Mark had warned us that we would have to go straight to work when
we landed in Monaco.  He said that we really should try to get some sleep,
but sleep was impossible.

   That's when he went into his room and came back with a prescription
medicine bottle.  "These are for me, but I'm going to give each of you
one."

   "I don't know if we should be taking anything like that." Sue objected.
"What are they?"

   "Alprazolam." He said reading from the bottle, but he did have a little
problem pronouncing it.  "I told my doctor I was having problems falling
asleep and he told me that these would gently put me to sleep and I would
wake up refreshed.  He said they're very gentle and they are."

   "Look they're very tiny and I don't think one could hurt us." I said.

   Sue hesitated, but reluctantly agreed.  So Mark handed out one small
pink pill to each of us and we took them.  Mark called the office and asked
them for a five o'clock wakeup call and when he hung up he clapped his
hands and shooed us to our rooms.

   Chris decided he would be sleeping with Mark that night, so Sue told
him. "No fooling around buddy.  Go right to sleep."

   "I will." He assured her and off he went.

   Sue and I got undressed and seriously as soon as we were lying flat out
we were in dream land.  The next thing I knew the phone rang and normally
when I woke I would be sluggish, but that morning I just got up to find
that Sue was already dressed and ready to go.  "When did you get up?" I
asked

   "Oh, about an hour ago.  Come on now, get in the shower and let's get
going."

   "Those pills really worked didn't they?" I asked while heading to the
adjoining bathroom.

   "They sure did.  Now get in the shower.  Hurry, hurry."

   When we got to the airport I was expecting to have to hustle through the
terminal, but the cab brought us through a gate directly to the tarmac and
what I saw waiting for us really worried me.  It was a plane alright.  I
mean it looked sort of like a plane.  It had wings at least, but the
fuselage was square and it had actual propellers.  "What the hell is this?"
I asked slightly nervous.

   "It's our commuter plane." Mark answered.

   "It's...  Square!  I mean look at the damn thing; it looks like a
cracker box with wings."

   "No way am I getting on that dad." Angela yelped.

   "Oh come on guys.  It's perfectly safe." Mark laughed.  "Trust me.  Have
I ever let you down?"

   Really Mark had always been true to his word, but I still had
reservations.  When we reached the plane or whatever it was Mark handed the
uniformed man our tickets while another grabbed out suit cases.  The door
we had to go through was actually the steps near the tale and once I was
inside I noticed right off that there were two rows of seats.  One row had
only one seat and the row on the right had two seats side by side.  It was
almost as if the taxi we rode in had more room.

   Once we were all seated I couldn't help but notice that I could see the
cockpit which didn't even have a door.  Then after everyone was seated I
heard some thumping.  I turned around to find the luggage man was tossing
our shit in a small compartment right where the tale was.  I swear I never
saw a plane with a trunk.

   However the fun had only just begun because after the door closed the
pilot started the left engine which really labored to get going.  Once that
roared to life I watched out my window for the other prop to kick over, but
I waited in vain.  To my surprise the plane started rolling, so I figured
we were going to taxi on one prop.  Okay no problem.

   We did taxi on one prop and we waited at the end of the runway for
several seconds before we started to move again.  So, there we were picking
up speed really quickly, but I was watching that mute engine like a hawk.
"Mark!" I called.  "What the hell is this?"

   "Don't worry about it." He said.  "The pilot knows what he's doing."

   "Damn it, I want both engines working!"

   "Are they going to start that engine dad?" Andrew asked from behind me
as the plane picked up even more speed.

   "I hope so."

   Finally, just before I was about to tap the pilot on the shoulder to let
him know the right engine wasn't working, it started and just in time too
because immediately we were airborne.

   For the rest of that flight I was gripping the arm of the very small and
hard seat and I never took my eye off that damn engine; not once.

   I was never so happy to get off a plane as I was when we landed, but as
soon as the door opened we received this loft of fresh air that I can't
describe.  It really did smell wonderful.  Have you ever noticed that no
matter where you go there is a specific smell?  Nothing you can put your
finger on mind you...  With the exception of maybe Georgia with those god
awful paper mills, or Bakersfield California which smells like onions.

   We were a little perplexed when everyone was off and we were left
standing by that square plane alone with our luggage now at our feet, but
soon enough a white Mercedes limo with a bulked up roof rolled up.  It
stopped right beside the plane and the chauffeur who was a huge burly, bald
black man stepped around and opened the door.  We all peeked in to find a
very small man in a white business suite with very thick white rimmed
glasses and really long blond hair.  He was sitting at the far end of the
back seat.

   He didn't smile.  He just indicated with his hand for us to take a seat.
There was a bench seat along the side and one at the front facing away from
the driver, so we allowed the kids to sit in the backwards facing seat
while Mark took up the seat along the side.  Sue sat in the middle next to
the strange looking little man and I sat by the door.

   "Yvon!" Mark greeted him.  "How good to see you."

   Yvon didn't smile.  He just sat there staring at us like we were some
sort of infectious bacteria and it was only after our luggage was loaded in
the trunk and the car was in motion did he say a word.

   "So..." He said in an obvious German yet pretentious French accent. 
"Zis is what you bring me?"

   "Yvon have I ever steered you wrong?" Mark responded.  "You saw the
pictures I sent you."

   "Pictures!  I have no use for pictures.  I need structure, texture... 
depth." Then he pointed at Angela.  "You girl.  Come here."

   Angela nervously stood and walked from her seat behind the driver to the
small man and I noticed that she didn't even need to stoop.  She stood
before him and I watched as the man grabbed her by the waist and yanked her
to him.  She stood between his knees and allowed the man to probe her
belly, ass, legs and even her flat breasts.

   "Zese clothes." He snarled.  "Zey make you look fat."

   "Now wait just a minute!" Sue barked.  "My daughter is not fat."

   Mark snapped his head and glared at Sue.  "She's still a little tired."
He tried to explain while giving Sue a glare of warning.

   "No, no zis is okay." The small man said and looked back at Sue.  "Young
woman.  I did not say zis girl was fat.  I said zese clothes they make her
look fat."

   "Oh." My wife shied.  "Sorry."

   "Now young girl take zem off."

   The thing is, the car we were in, as nice as it was had one drawback. 
Most limos have blackened windows and we were rolling through some very
tight streets, but this limo had clear glass and understandably Angela was
a little worried about that.  I watched as she bent over and looked out the
window.

   Yvon laughed.  "Girly this is Monaco.  You cannot go two Kilometers
without seeing naked people.  Now take off zese rags."

   Reluctantly Angela started to strip which Yvon didn't seem interested in
watching.  While Angela pealed out of her clothes Yvon turned his attention
to the boys.  "Zis is her twin?"

   "Yes." I answered.  "This is Andrew."

   "You too boy.  Take off zose awful clothes."

   Andrew like his sister looked out the window nervously, but unlike his
sister he felt at ease because he was sitting as he removed his shirt.  "No
boy.  You stand here." Yvon ordered.

   Andrew nervously rose and stepped next to his sister who was now totally
naked.  He reached down and ripped the Velcro fly from his board shorts and
as he dropped them he looked out the window to find a policeman riding a
motorcycle alongside of us.

   "There's a cop out there dad." He complained.

   Yvon laughed again.  Then he flamboyantly flicked his wrist to the cop
and the cop nodded his head and throttled away.  I had never seen anything
like it before.

   "And you boy." Yvon said to Chris.  "You are ze spare?"

   "Yes this is Chris." Mark answered.  "What do you think?"

   "I don't know." He said in such a way that we all knew he wanted Chris
naked too.

   Mark snapped his fingers at Chris who knew he had to do the same.  He
rose out of his seat, but he had to stoop some because he was too tall.  He
removed his clothes with no problem and showed no signs of shyness.  In a
blink of an eye he stood naked between the twins with his head crooked to
one side because of the roof.

   "Zis has to go." Yvon snarled yanking at Chris's sparse blond pubic
hair.

   Chris hissed because it stung, but remained in place.

   "Excuse me." I politely injected.  "Why does it have to go?"

   "Because of the mold compound." Mark answered me.  "You see it sticks to
hair and can ruin the mold."

   "Well what about our hair?" I asked tapping my head.

   "You'll wear a bald cap.  You've seen those from the movies?"

   "Yeah, but how do they..."

   "Don't worry about it." Mark interrupted me.  "Yvon is the best."

   Before I knew it the car had stopped and the driver opened the door on
Yvon's side.  He held Yvon's hand like he was helping a little old lady out
of the car and when he was out he simply waited for us.

   I looked out all of the windows to find the sidewalks were filled with
people who all seemed to be heading in the same direction and there was
this buzzing sound.  It was very loud and very disturbing.

   "Go." Mark said pushing the kids out the door, kids who were in fact
totally naked.  They looked scared shitless, but did as Mark instructed and
stepped out leaving their clothing behind.

   Everyone waited for me and Sue to climb out of the limo and when we did
there was a crowd gathered around the kids and yet there was Yvon who
seemed to be advertising the naked children.

   There was this one woman holding her Caviler King Charles spaniel close
to her chest.  "Yvon they're simply lovely.  I must know when you'll be
showing your work."

   Yvon bent over kissing the dog on the head and then he kissed the highly
jeweled hand holding it and said.  "Oh zis will take some time, but worry
not dear lady the wait will be well worth it."

   For some reason and in only seconds the kids were completely comfortable
being naked around people that weren't.  Chris in fact had no interest in
the crowed; his attention was drawn over the roof of the limo towards the
buzzing sound coming from below the hill.

   "What's going on down there?" He asked.

   "That's the Grand Prix time trials." Mark answered.

   "Seriously?" Chris asked with a sparkle in his eyes.

   At this point things were clicking in my head.  Not that I understood
what was happening, because I didn't; not then I didn't.  However, for the
longest time Chris has had this on again, off again relationship with Mark.
Mark on the other hand never really showed much of an interest in Chris. 
Sure occasionally Chris would sleep in Mark's room, but I sort of felt like
Chris reluctantly did so, or perhaps Mark may have offered him money, or
perhaps made some sort of arrangement with Chris for his favors and at the
time that was fine with me.  Chris was his own person and I really had no
say, but now that Sue and I had custody of Chris I started to feel like I
needed to pay attention.

   Okay, maybe I was a little jealous of Mark.  I mean Mark for his young
age was able to do things that I had never even considered possible.  Mark
could come up with these people, some of them very strange people and make
everything that should be scrutinized seem mindlessly fine, but I knew Mark
had at least one secret.  Actually a pretty cool secret if you ask me...  I
don't know, maybe I was adding when I should have been subtracting, but the
way Chris looked at Mark when he told him about the Grand Prix sent shivers
down my spine.
   Cliffhanger