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First Boy by Ganymede Chapter Seven Seidelman greeted us in the driveway. He opened the car door and stepped back, waiting for me to get out. I smiled reassuringly at Shelley before I got out. He was nervous again. I saw his small hands clench tightly, trying not to panic, to remember every detail of the vast amount of information that was supposed to represent who he was. "Hang in there," I said quietly to Shelley. Seidelman shook my hand. It was a forceful handshake, like that of a weak man who has been to special training to learn how to have a presence. After exchanging names and other pleasantries, I introduced him to Shelley. I watched both reactions carefully. "This is my son, Shelley," I said absently. "Shel, this is Mister Seidelman. He's a close friend of the President." Shelley regarded the man with something akin to suspicion. Slowly he held out his right hand. They shook perfunctorily, the man's bear-like grip completely encasing the boy's small hand. If my information was correct, this man was the go-between. The go- between provided the connection between the agent and the handler. "My dad said that maybe I'd get to meet the President, tonight," Shelley said in his boy-soprano voice. "So I guess I'd better be nice to you." Seidelman chuckled. For a second his eyes met Shelley's. "I'm sure that can be arranged." "I hope so." Shelley paused. "I think meeting the President would be really kewl." Seidelman smiled. "It sounds like you've got a real smart boy there, Bob. It's okay if I call you Bob, Mr. Walker? I'm not one to insist on protocol. We're usually on a first-name-basis here." "Neither am I, if it doesn't get in the way of what I want," I said sternly. After a moment, I added, "Jack." Seidelman smiled again. "So how old are you, Shelley?" "Ten." "That's a real nice age. It's getting harder to remember when I was ten, but I sure got up to some pranks. I used to drive my parents crazy. Of course, the really bad things I did, they never found out about. They would have killed me if they knew. Is that how you are, Shelley? A bit on the wild side?" For a moment Shelley glanced at me for reassurance. "Sometimes, I guess." Seidelman looked at me, making a seemingly casual inspection. "Thanks for coming out early, Bob. It's going to get pretty hectic here during the next few hours, what with the Secret Service and all. I must have half of the State Police trying to keep the reporters away." "No problem. I'd only just arrived at the hotel when you called so I changed and came right over," I explained. "I hope it was okay to bring the boy along." Seidelman smiled at Shelley. "Sure! He's no problem. There'll be one other kid here, so no one will mind. I know I be able to get you some time alone with the President after dinner. I got to say he's very impressed. " "Impressed?" "With the donation. Or maybe I should say donations," Seidelman said slyly. "The funds you had placed in the offshore account really got his attention." I nodded slightly. That had been my idea and Wilderstein had performed accordingly. A quarter of a million dollars recovered from a drug dealer in Texas had been placed in the account used for funding the usually very expensive solutions to the President's problems. Of course, as far as Seidelman knew at that point, the funds were legitimate profits from my company. A further hundred thousand dollars up front as a political contribution did not hurt the cause either. We walked with him up to the house. 'Mansion' would be a more appropriate description for the sprawling building clothed in 'Gothic' architecture. Before we entered, I had a glimpse of the rear of the house, where a dozen or more temporary staff were busy unloading food and dining furniture from several caterer's vans. A tuxedo-attired man watched and gave directions as people bustled to and fro. There were also two black limousines, Lincoln Continentals, parked in the driveway. It was a sure sign that the Secret service had arrived and were busy preparing for the President's arrival. Inside, Seidelman left us in the care of Roger Altman, a very handsome and young-looking man who may have been in his early twenties. He was well dressed, and his appearance was that of a person who took great care of his image. It was all I could do not to snicker. He was presented to me as Seidelman's private secretary, but given the look he gave his 'employer', there was no doubt in my mind that he was considerably more than a secretary. The thought came to me suddenly. The President was nearly through his second term, and if Altman was twenty-one or twenty-two, he would only have been about fourteen when the President took office. Was it possible that I was looking at a past boy friend of the man who was supposed to take a liking to Shelley? There was a passing resemblance to Shelley, if only in that Altman had been blond when he was younger, because the boy next to me was much better looking than Seidelman's boyfriend. Was this what Shelley would be like in ten or twelve years? A young homosexual, who depended on his good looks to succeed? We followed Altman into the library. It was a dark-colored room, with a hand-knotted Arabian carpet that covered most of the floor and walnut bookcases that went all the way to a coffered ceiling. "You can wait in here for a while until the other guests arrive," Altman said nervously. "Would you like a drink or something?" I nodded slightly, narrowing my eyes. Altman shifted uncomfortably. "I'll take a Bourbon with some Coke, Jack Daniels if you've got it. Shel usually drinks what's left of the Coke," I said after a few seconds. I watched him turn away. He opened a cabinet and poured two fingers of Black-Label J-S onto some ice cubes in a brilliant glass before opening the door of a small refrigerator. He withdrew a can of Coke. He passed the drinks to us in turn. Up close, he was a very handsome young man. If I was interested in men, I would have been easily aroused. Seidelman obviously knew a good thing when he saw it. I suspected that there was something going on between them that Seidelman's wife did not know about. "How long have you known the President?" I asked quietly. Altman turned suddenly. "The President?" "Yes. My son hasn't met him yet! I expect he will later this evening." "I was fourteen," Altman replied. He glanced quickly at Shelley and then at me, obviously more interested than he was only moments earlier. I smiled, knowing I was correct in my first impressions. Altman paused and turned around as the library door opened. In the doorway stood a gangly boy who was probably twelve or thirteen. He was a good looking boy, with a pale complexion and short blond hair that had been recently styled with moused spikes on the top. He was dressed in khaki trousers and a pale-blue oxford shirt. While the 'Prep- school' look was very dated, the clothes were definitely styled to emphasize his figure. He was not unappealing. He studied Shelley for a few seconds before he looked at me, then turned to Altman. "Jack said that the plane landed fifteen minutes ago, Roger," he said. His voice had a scratchy crackle, no longer the sweet tones of a prepubescent boy. There was also a slight accent that would have been difficult to identify if I had not spent a year in Poland. He did not look particularly Polish, and I decided that his blond hair was the result of being bleached. "Thanks, Alex," Altman replied. "He's my brother," he explained. He turned back to look at Shelley. His eyes lingered and I sensed him making the obvious comparison between the two boys. However, there was no comparison. Shelley was beautiful, and if the President was attracted to the 'young-boy-look' he would win hands-down. Still, there was something about the other boy that affected me. Everything about him said 'sex'. By contrast, and very much in keeping with what I knew as fact, Shelley was able to retain an 'innocent as an angel' look until he wanted to seduce someone. Shelley returned Altman's gaze with an unnerving arrogant stare of his own. I was impressed. "Have you met the President?" I asked Alexis. He blushed immediately, almost as if I had asked him to take down his trousers and expose himself. He looked at his older brother for support. Even Roger seemed taken back by my seemingly innocuous comment. Slowly Alexis nodded. "Sure,... I've met him lots of times before." "Wow!" Shelley interjected. "I want to meet him so much I can't stand it." Alex scowled at him. I suspected the obvious. The boy had probably realized that Shelley might offer unexpected competition. I took a drink, hiding my smile in the bottom of the glass. If there was going to be a competition, my bet was on Shelley. "I'd do anything to meet him," Shelley added. He smiled, with just a hint of emphasis on 'anything' as he drove the point home. He smiled innocently at the same time. To a person who did not know him, his ambiguity was even more disturbing than the implied sexual innuendo. I regarded Roger with amusement, knowing that Shelley's answer had caught his ear, but aware that his interest was suddenly directed beyond the window. Several extended limousines pulled into the driveway and slowly approached the house. nearly a dozen other black vehicles, four-wheel drives, and several vans stopped on the street in a cordoned-off area that was enclosed by police cruisers. The President had arrived. Alexis tensed, his eyes narrowing. Shelley swallowed nervously. He glanced at me as his confidence ebbed. I smiled reassuringly. This was the time to be very careful. Dozens of Secret Service agents spilled out of the vehicles, taking up positions around the President's limousine and around the house. It was like a well-oiled machine. "Wow," I heard Shelley murmur. "It's him." Alexis stepped forward, directing Shelley away from his subject with a gentle nudge. "Of course it's him. Who did you expect?" he asked caustically. He walked to the window and framed himself between the curtains. If the President turned to the side, he was sure to see the boy waiting for him. After a moment, Alexis waved, and then he turned back to face us. He was grinning. Altman smiled. "Are you ready to go, Alexis?" The boy turned slightly. He took a deep breath and started towards the door. "I still need to,..." "Then you'd better go do it. By now you ought to know what he likes and doesn't like." I watched Alexis depart, enjoying the almost feminine movement of his young body. While he lacked Shelley's sensuous lithe body and much better looks, he had no hesitation in flaunting what he did have. Suddenly, I realized that if Alexis was Shelley's only competition, he wouldn't be much of a problem unless the President's preferences did not extend to boys of Shelley's age. That was a complication that I preferred not to think about. Altman's voice brought me quickly back to the current situation. "Anything? You said you'd do anything to meet him?" Shelley was startled and he glanced at me for reassurance. I nodded vaguely. "Anything could mean a lot of things." I answered. Altman rubbed his nose, holding my gaze with his blue eyes. His tongue tipped his lips. "Whatever you want it to mean." "What do you have in mind?" "That depends on what you want to get out of the meeting." I nodded thoughtfully. "I have a problem with one of my international subsidiaries." "And you'd like some government intervention on your behalf?" Altman suggested slyly. "More or less," I replied. "That would be one solution." "What's it worth, this solution to your problem?" "Fifty, sixty million a year," I said slowly. "Hell, then you had better solve it quickly." "That's why I'm here." "Let me speak openly. Your donation opened the door," Altman reflected. "Getting him more involved, well, he's very busy. I'm sure you understand." "I expected it to be very difficult," I interjected. "If it's a matter of a larger contribution to the Offshore Fund, I can arrange something." Altman smiled slightly. "No, not really. That would be helpful, of course, under the present circumstances, but it's not necessary. I was thinking of something else." He glanced at Shelley, hesitating a moment before he turned back to me. "Why don't you come with me, Mr. Walker. You can meet him right now. He's on the terrace. Jack Seidelman suggested you should bring your son, Shelley." "Good! I'm sure Shelley will be on his best behavior," I said gleefully. "I'm sure he will. Of course Alexis will be there in a few minutes so the boys can amuse themselves while we're talking." We followed Altman out of the room and down the hall until we reached the foyer. Several Secret Service men were standing around, waiting. Two of them quickly patted Altman and me down in a search for weapons. The inspection given to me was anything but cursory. One hand groped my genitals. Interestingly, the men did not seem to pay Shelley much attention, although I was aware that one of the two black men smiled briefly while he studied the boy from head to toe. From his posture, I assumed that he was the person in charge of security. It was only as we were going through the door did I hear his whispered voice behind me. "It looks like chicken again tonight." "Fresh meat, too, from the look of him." Then, as I walked onto the sun lit terrace, I saw him. The President was standing next to his close friend, confidant, and advisor in legal matters. They were deep in conversation as Altman continued to approach. The animated discussion broke off only when we were within hearing distance. The President looked towards us, his previously grim countenance suddenly becoming welcoming. He stepped forward a few paces, extending his hand as Jack Seidelman began to make the required formal introduction. "Mr. President, I'd like to introduce Robert Walker. Mr. Walker's the President of American Imports." The President and I shook hands. He had a politician's handshake. Firm, practiced, and very memorable. "Jack's just been telling me a bit about you," the President acknowledged with a slight smile. "Your company must be doing very well to allow you to make such a generous donation." "We're doing okay," I answered diffidently. "Good! And this handsome young man must be Shelley?" he continued. A quick glance at Seidelman was met with a curt nod. The President regarded Shelley thoughtfully, visibly appreciative of what he saw. His smile broadened. "You're getting much better at it, Jack." Jack stiffened and stepped back until he leaned against the rail. He continued to survey the President who was still studying the slender blond-haired boy standing before him. Shelley smiled. It was a smile that could only be described as 'enigmatic', that combination of mystery and secrecy that raised more interest than anything he could have said short of saying he was 'horny'. With his clear blue eyes, innocent and curious, it was a startling combination. I could have hugged him right there. "He's cute enough to have his own tv show. What's that boy's name?," the President asked. "The one we were talking about earlier was Aaron Carter?" "Yes. That's the one. You're right when you said there was a remarkable similarity. Wouldn't you say Shelley is better looking, Jack," he added with a smile. He turned slightly until he was looking at me. "You didn't get married again, did you Bob?" "No!" I answered. "I would imagine you'd have lots of opportunities in Bolivia, though," he added. Given the expressionless way in which he made the last statement, I felt my heart beat faster. Someone had already done a lot of work investigating my background. I glanced at Jack Seidelman only to see him look away quickly. I wondered how much more he had been able to find out about my cover story. With his connections, I imagined quite a lot. "If I wanted I could have half-a-dozen wives by now." "At the same time?" "More or less. A man would have to be crazy to one more than one. But that sort of thing is a fact of life down there," I answered after a moment. "You can do lots of things in Bolivia that would be highly illegal here." Seidelman nodded agreeably. "I've heard that. Girls, boys, whatever you want, it's all available for the right price." "And how much would that be?" the President asked, again looking at Shelley. "It depends," I answered simply. "For a street kid, maybe ten bucks for the night." "For a boy or a girl?" Seidelman asked. "It doesn't matter. However, you'd be well advised to use a rubber either way," I joked. The President chuckled. "Well, that's probably true most places nowadays. Frankly, I'd rather have something a little higher class than a street kid," he added with a smile in Seidelman's direction. That provoked a laugh from Seidelman. "To change the subject, the President and I were wondering whether you might be interested in increasing your donation." I stroked my chin, pretending to be thoughtful. "To how much?" "To start off with a nice round number, let's say an even million." "A million dollars," I repeated. "That's a lot more than I expected." "Not really. It depends on how much we can do for you in return. Quid pro quo is how business is done around Washington. It's no different here. It's a matter of political and commercial exigency." "A public private partnership?" I said testily. "More or less. You're happy, we're happy." "You don't even know what I want?" I replied. Seidelman smiled. "You're in the import business, aren't you?" I nodded. "Then, there are certain regulations that you probably need help with. It's very possible for some of our friends in the House or Senate to insert the right words in any one of a hundred bills going through Congress." "It's a little more complicated than that." "Okay, tell us what you want," the President interjected. I smiled. "I have some problems involving the competition that you might be able to assist me with." "Problems in Bolivia are not something that we can do much about," Seidelman answered warily. I stepped back, resting my hand on Shelley's slim shoulder. I looked at the President, meeting his eyes. He had to take the first step. At that moment, Alexis appeared. He approached slowly, his eyes meeting the President's with an unconcealed look of recognition despite an expression that was almost bored. "Hello Mr. President." "Hello, Alexis," the man returned happily. "It's good to see you again. You look like you've grown a few inches since I was here last." Alexis grinned cheekily. "Probably I think there's only one place I haven't grown." The President laughed. "Well, you're beginning to look like you're getting into puberty so you will soon enough, I expect. You've met Mr. Walker and his boy, Shelley already, I hear. Why don't you take him to get a snack or something, Alexis?" Alexis nodded and I gently pushed Shelley's shoulder to indicate that he needed to follow the President's suggestion. We watched the boys until they disappeared inside the house. I turned back to the two men beside me. "A million dollars," I said ambiguously. "It's a lot of money." "There's a lot of money to be made in Central America, I'm told." "That's true, Mr. President. However, there is also a great deal of risk. Importing from there is becoming increasingly difficult. It's not nearly as profitable as it was even a year ago." "Because of the competition?" "You could say that. For now, well lets just say that the DEA is doing a better job with border inspections than it has in the past. There are also a number of other companies entering the import business as well." "I'm not sure what can be done to help you. It wouldn't be possible for your company not to be subjected to the same customs inspections." "I understand that. What I'd like to see is increased pressure on my competition. There's one company in particular that I'd like to see not doing business in Bolivia." "It's American?" "For what it's worth, its head office is in Mexico City. I understand the ownership is fifty percent U.S." I answered. "What I need is a trade barrier." The President laughed. "So much for the US-Mexico-Canada agreement, huh?" "How do you feel about the Italians?" "The Mafia too? How much do you stand to make if they were pressured out of the import business?" I shrugged vaguely. "It's hard to say. It would be worth a hell of a lot more than a million dollars to my supporters." "You realize, Mr. Walker, that as close as my administration is to ending its term, the money is not all that important any more. My Vice President has to worry about fund raising. And of course, I have enough support from our Asian friends to last a lifetime." "Then?" I prompted. Seidelman regarded me quizzically. "The President is a man with very special tastes, shall we say. For the right situation, there could be certain rewards." I nodded, still pretending ignorance while being curious. "You know, I had something of a similar situation in Brazil. I wanted to do business with a very rich man. He wasn't interested in more money. So I had to find something he was interested in." "Which was?" Seidelman asked. "Well, I went down to Rio and stayed at his villa for nearly a week while we were negotiating the deal. I spent a lot of time with him. You can learn a lot just watching someone's eyes. After a while I figured out that what he really liked." "And that was?" "Boys. He had a thing for young boys. One time I caught him drooling over a little blond boy when we were at a soccer game. The more I watched him the more I realized he couldn't keep his eyes off him. He even had a couple of young orphan boys working on the grounds of the estate." "Where did they come from?" "No idea. They were dark skinned but quite nice looking. You can find good looking kids up on almost any street in Rio. It's no different to Bolivia. They'll fuck for food and clothing and a place to sleep." "And?" Seidelman prompted. I smiled vaguely. "I took care of him." "You took care of him?" the President asked slowly, nodding his head thoughtfully. Again I smiled and met his eyes. "And just how did you do that?" Seidelman asked. I inclined my head as if I was hard of hearing. After several long seconds passed, I answered cautiously, "How do you think?" Seidelman and the President glanced at each other quickly. "Why don't you tell us," the President replied. "It's really quite simple. Once I had figured out what he wanted, I merely had to provide it to get his attention." "Which was?" "I sent him the boy of his dreams. He was blond and blue- eyed and very different to the dark-skinned little street whore he usually had in his bed." "Your sent him a boy?" Seidelman suggested brazenly. He looked at me with considerable interest as he smirked knowingly. "Your son. That's who you sent, wasn't it?" For an instant I tried to appear shocked. I did not answer. The smile that slowly appeared on my face should have won me an Academy Award for Best Actor. "My son? Maybe." "Maybe?" Seidelman smirked. "Okay, it was him. It's not like he doesn't know what sex is about. He knows what to do and he does what he's told," I replied. "Given what he did down in Rio, I'd say he's not particularly adverse to doing it either, at least with the right person." "You've very open-minded," the President said. I shrugged nonchalantly. "I'm not an unreasonable person, Mr. President. So when reason tells me to do something, I usually do what needs to be done." "I guess that's one way of putting it." The President turned to Seidelman. "Jack, I'm sure we can organize what he needs for his company to be successful in its foreign operations. Why don't you look into it and work out the details with him after dinner." "It'll take it that they should plan on staying here tonight," Seidelman said ambiguously. "I'll have a word to Alexis." That provoked a sly smile from the President. "Well, Mr. Walker have you figured out what I'm interested in by watching me?" I nodded. "I think so." I paused deliberately, as if pondering the possibilities. "Boys?" I suggested quietly. "Maybe. It depends on the boy. Are you interested in staying here tonight?" "I assume that means Shelley will spend the night with you? Assuming he's willing to do it." "My, but you don't waste any words, do you Bob?" "Not often," I quipped. "I tend to speak my mind when I need to. Will you still need the increased donation as well?" "Of course." he smiled slightly. "I think we're beginning to understand each other, Bob. Is there anything you'll need besides a toothbrush." I returned his smile. "I didn't bring anything with me, but I should be okay for a night." "But you thought to bring your Walkman?" Seidelman asked. "Not really. It's Shelley's," I explained. "I assume you'll want talk with him first," the President said. "I'm only interested if he's there because he wants to be." Seidelman smirked. "So you haven't forgotten about that Chinese boy from last year?" He was met with a cold look. "We'll discuss what assistance I need after breakfast tomorrow then?" The President did not answer. Instead, he laughed and turned on his heel. Within seconds he had disappeared inside the house, Seidelman following close behind him. I breathed a sigh of relief. So far, everything was going to plan and ahead of schedule. However, in my experience that was usually when thing went wrong. I headed off to look for Shelley and his new 'friend'. Chapter Eight. The house was both ostentatious and enormous, a Democrat's conspicuous consumption at it most refined. Apart from my own political leanings, there was no other way of putting it. I wandered from room to room, taking in the expensive furnishings, the lush carpet, the singular lack of good taste. I went back to the library, only to find the door closed and two black Secret Service men guarding the door. When I did not find Shelley any where on the first floor, I smiled. Unless I was mistaken, the boys were upstairs. There was a much easier solution than searching for Shelley. I smiled to myself as I opened the door to the guest bathroom. I made certain the lock was secured before I pulled the Walkman from my pocket, placed the headphones over my ears, and turned the channel selector that Wilderstein had shown me. For a moment there was no sound. A slight adjustment to the volume and I could hear the boy's voices distinctly. I could also hear the quick beat of Shelley's heart and the rhythmic sound of his breathing. The technology was unbelievable, especially for the Russians. Alexis: "So how old are you?" Shelley: "Ten! You?" Alexis: "Fourteen, a couple of weeks ago." Shelley: "Man! You don't look that old." Alexis: "Yeah, I guess I look young for my age." Alexis muttered something that Shelley could not hear, but which I could--'thanks to the fucking pills'--. Shelley: "Huh?" Alexis: "Nothing. I was just thinking aloud, that's all. What's your dad do?" Shelley: "He's runs a company." Alexis: "Doing?" Shelley: "They import stuff, mostly from Central America." "Is he away a lot?" Upon hearing Roger Altman's voice I sat up quickly, surprised that both Alexis and Roger were interrogating Shelley. Shelley: "Kinda. Sometimes I get to go on trips with him." Suddenly he sounded less confident. He also sounded as if saying the words hurt him. Alexis: "Kewl. Like where?" Shelley: "Like earlier this year I went to Rio with him." Alexis: "What was he doing down there?" Shelley: "He's was trying to get some company there to go into a joint venture with him. A joint venture is sorta like a partnership." Alexis: "I know what it is. Where do you go to school?" Shelley: "Robertson Academy. It's a private school in Palm Beach." Alexis: "You live there with your dad, don't you? Where's your mom?" Shelley: "She died when I was younger." Alexis: "Sorry. So what do you do for fun in Palm Beach?" Shelley: "Nothing much. The usual stuff. Mostly I hang out around the house." Alexis: "You got many friends?" Shelley: "No. My best friend is Calvin Heally. He lives down the street from me. He's a few years older than me. We go to the same school." It was a good lie. He had used Calvin's name, but in a different setting. Roger: "That's nice. How about a girl friend?" Shelley: "Nah!" He giggled. Roger: "Not interested in girls yet, huh?" Alexis: "I bet he hasn't." Shelley: "I haven't what?" Alexis: "Had sex." Shelley did not answer for several long seconds. He breathed out, shifted around. Even the sound of fidgeting was amplified. Finally he was prompted to say something. Roger: "With a girl?" Shelley: "No!" Alexis: "With a boy then? How about with Calvin?" Shelley: "We mess around 'n stuff." Roger: "There's nothing to be embarassed about. Just about every boy does it with his friends at one time or another. What did you do with him?" Shelley: "You know,... stuff!" Roger: "Stuff could mean lots of things." Shelley: "We rub our things together sometimes." Alexis: "Did he ever put his dick up your butt?" Shelley: "Yeah. Sometimes." Alexis: "Kewl. You like doing that? Some guys don't like it?" Shelley: "It's okay." Roger: "You ever do that with any one older?" Again Shelley was silent, holding his answer until one of them prompted him. Roger: "There's nothing wrong with it. Alexis does it with a man. I did too, when I was your age. You can trust us not to tell." Shelley: "Maybe." Alexis: "Yeah, I bet he has. He's getting hot just thinking about it. Who was it?" Shelley: "You've got to promise not to tell." Roger: "Sure. You can trust us." Shelley: "Okay. Well, this guy who works for my father and I, sometimes we,... you know,... we do stuff together. He's a bodyguard. Part of his job is he drives me to and from school." Alexis: "What's your old man do that he needs a bodyguard for?" Shelley: "I don't know." Roger: "So tell us about him." Shelley: "He's my friend. He's really nice to me. There's a place we go for ice cream." Roger and Alexis laughed. Roger: "That wasn't what I had in mind. Has he done it to you?" Shelley: "Done what?" Roger and Alexis laughed again. Roger: "Stuck it in you. Has he put his cock in your ass?" Shelley: "You promise you won't tell my dad. I don't want Robbie getting into trouble." I smiled. Again, another lie building off truth so that he would not forget. Given what he had done with Robbie, if Shelley needed to he could go back and embellish without straying too far. Roger: "Don't worry. You had sex with any other guys?" Shelley: "Just once. A guy my dad knows from his business. He lives in Rio. In Brazil." Alexis: "Your dad let a guy fuck you in the ass?" Shelley: "I didn't say that." Roger: "But he did, didn't he?" Shelley: "I guess. He wanted me to." Alexis: "He wanted you to?" Roger: "He wanted you to do what?" Shelley: "My dad said I should do whatever the guy wanted." Alexis: "And he wanted to fuck you?" Shelley: "Yeah. Eventually. At first he wanted to jerk me off. The after I sucked him, he got me on my back. It hurt a bit because he was pretty big." Alexis: "No shit! But you liked it too, didn't you?" Shelley: "Yeah, it was mostly okay." Roger: "You didn't wonder about why your old man wanted you to do it?" Shelley: "No! I do what he tells me. Besides, I didn't mind doing it." Alexis: "I bet you didn't." Roger: "So Shelley, would you like to do it again?" Shelley: "With you and Alexis?" Roger: "Maybe later on. But you'd do it with someone else first." Shelley: "Who?" Alexis: "Like with the President!" Shelley: "You're kidding me." Roger: "He's not! Despite what you might hear on the tv, he's really into boys. In fact, he just told me a few minutes ago how he thought you were really cute. He likes you, Shelley." Shelley: "Kewl!" I smiled proudly. Shelley had performed like a professional. We had just taken one very big step towards accomplishing our mission. I switched off the Walkman and stood up.