Chapter Seventy One – Caught By Their Own Words
Rick looked
across the table at Sgt. Riehle, wondering what he needed to talk to him about,
since his lawyer had just left the room.
He was very suspicious of Sgt. Riehle’s behavior. Didn’t Capt. Letcher just say he should
always have his lawyer present when being interrogated? This didn’t look like he was going to be
questioned, since Sgt. Riehle was alone.
However, it didn’t feel right.
Rick glanced
around the room and didn’t see any mirrors that might be used for secret
surveillance. Satisfied they weren’t
being observed, he looked back at Sgt. Riehle, who was watching the young
marine intently. Rick’s next thought
was there was a hidden microphone somewhere in the room, so he decided
he’d be on his guard. He had no reason
to trust this man, or anyone else on base, for that matter.
Sgt. Riehle
thought to himself, “He’s wondering if he’s being watched or recorded. I know I’d think the same thing, after
hearing I was being held on possible charges of murder, etc. This one is the strong, silent type. I like that in a marine. He reminds me so much of my own son. I hope I can clear him of all wrong doing. I just have to convince him to trust me.”
Rick sat and
stared back at Sgt. Riehle, waiting for him to speak first. The silence stretched on, as if there was a
contest going on between them to see who would break down and speak first.
It was Sgt.
Riehle who decided to break the silence.
“Corporal Lernier, I believe you are innocent, but I need your help to
prove that you are. If you want me to
get Capt. Letcher before we proceed, I will stop now and we’ll get him in
here. But before you answer, I’d like
to say this conversation is off the record; because I need your full
cooperation, without reservation. I
give you my word of honor, as a fellow marine, that this conversation is not
being recorded.”
Rick
listened, and waited for Sgt. Riehle to go on.
Taking the silence as Rick’s agreement not to have Capt. Letcher
present, Sgt. Riehle continued, “I need you to wear a wire for the next few
days. Everything you hear will be
recorded. You and the other marines
will be transported to Quantico, Virginia, where you will be prepared by your
legal counsel for your defense. The
evidence we gather here will be shared with your legal counsel. Since all of you will be travelling together
to Quantico, I want to you to be my eyes and ears during that trip. I’m hoping your comrades will divulge
to you something that may help your case.
Will you help me help you?”
Rick thought
for a moment, and then nodded. He
didn’t speak, nor did he break his fixed stare, as he held Sgt. Riehle’s
gaze. He thought, “What choice do I
have?”
Sgt. Riehle
stood up and left the room. He returned
with Capt. Letcher. Rick stood and
saluted. Capt. Letcher said, “At ease,
let’s hear what Sgt. Riehle has to say.”
Sgt. Riehle
said, “Sir, I believe I can help Corporal Lernier, if he is willing to
wear a wire, so we can record all of the conversations he hears while in
transit to Quantico. I believe his
comrades will divulge enough information to bring this case to a close.”
Capt.
Letcher looked at Rick. “Are you willing to do this?”
“Yes, sir,”
Rick replied.
“Good. Then let it be so. However, Sgt. Riehle, do you plan to offer
anything more concrete to this young marine than the fact that maybe he might
be cleared of all charges?” Capt. Letcher asked.
“Yes,
sir. I believe Lt. Col. Bachman
has already authorized his attendance at his friend’s funeral. He will be on the same plane as the body,
and will accompany Lt. Col. Bachman to visit with Corporal Meyer’s family,
before being transported to Quantico.”
Capt.
Letcher looked at Rick and asked, “Do you have any questions?”
“No, sir,”
Rick said.
Capt.
Letcher said, “We will see you in the morning.”
Capt.
Letcher left the room. Sgt. Riehle
turned to Rick and said, “Corporal Lernier, I promise you I will do my
best to get you home to your partner. My son was a marine, and committed suicide,
because he couldn’t handle being kicked out of the marines for being gay. I do not want to see that happen to
you. I am warning you never to contact
your partner using any method of communication while you are on active
duty. I had your computer wiped clean
and its hard drive destroyed, so it is worthless to you now.” He paused here and looked Rick in the
eyes. “You need to talk to Glenn and
tell him you will be completely out of touch for the rest of your tour of
duty.”
Rick stood
there in complete shock. How did Sgt.
Riehle find out so much information? He
even knew Glenn’s name. Sgt. Riehle,
noting his words had the intended effect, said, “I’ll see you
tomorrow.” He turned and left, locking
the door behind him.
Capt.
Letcher was waiting for him in his office.
“Do you think your plan is going to work?”
Sgt. Riehle
smiled, “Yes. Everything is working out
perfectly. I think by the time
they reach Quantico, Corporal Lernier will be safely out of harm’s way, and we
will have caught ourselves not only a murderer, but the ringleader of the drug
dealers we’ve been trying to catch for months now. Now, all we have to do is to let nature take
its course.”
Capt.
Letcher smiled. “You are a very devious man, Sgt. Riehle!”
“Yes, I am
but I also know how to protect those that are my own,” Sgt. Riehle said, with a
smile. “Corporal Lernier is one of my
own. He is so much like my own
son. We will make sure he gets home
safe and sound.”
Capt.
Letcher agreed, “That is something we will do, no matter what else happens. He is a good kid, and I’d hate to see his
promising career end with his death at the hands of such despicable creatures
as the men we are trying put behind bars!
It’s very fortunate we intercepted the drug dealers’ communication
giving them orders to snuff him out, just in case Corporal Meyers told him
anything about his supply chain. These
thugs are ruthless, as evidenced by the brutality they showed when they murdered
Meyers.”
*** ***
When I woke
up this morning, I had a horrible feeling that things weren’t right with
Rick. I checked my blog and didn’t see
any comments. I checked my e-mail and
found a couple of e-mails from my family, but nothing from Rick. I sent a text message and got no answer. I got up from my desk and headed to the
shower to get ready for my classes.
Ben noticed
that something seemed out of sorts with me and asked, “Glenn, are you okay?”
“I’m fine,
Ben. I’m just worrying about Rick. I can’t seem to shake the sense of
foreboding that keeps dogging me this morning,” I replied, trying hard not to give
in to the dark clouds that seemed to hang over me. I’ve never felt this way before.
Ben looked
closely at me. “You worry too much,
cousin. Let it go. I’m sure Rick is okay, and you need to give
him some space. He’ll contact you soon
enough.”
Ben left the
room to shower, and returned a few minutes later to finish getting ready for
school. We both went downstairs to the
kitchen. We found Frank at the table,
eating a bowl of cereal.
“Good
morning, Frank,” Ben said.
“Good
morning, guys,” Frank replied, between bites of cereal.
Frank likes
to eat sugary sweet cereals, like the ones I ate when I was five or six years
old. You know the ones, with the
marshmallows or lots of chocolate puffs, etc.
I can’t stand that stuff anymore, because it’s too sweet. Of course, as a kid, I hated cooked cereal
and wouldn’t touch it; and now, I love to eat oatmeal or cracked wheat hot
cereal. Before you start to think I’m a
health nut, let me say I also like to add lots of brown sugar, cinnamon,
raisins and nuts to make it more palatable!
I know, I know, it’s not much better than the sugary, cold cereals Frank
likes to eat!
Ben asked,
“Do you want instant oatmeal this morning?”
“Yes please,
maple and brown sugar would be great,” I replied.
Ben dumped the contents of an envelope into
each of two bowls and added water. Next
he put them in the microwave. I love
our microwave! It’s makes things so
easy for me!
I retrieved
the milk from the refrigerator and placed it on the table. We joined Frank at the table and wolfed down
our breakfast. We headed out the door
and walked down to the corner and crossed over to the park.
Ben asked,
“Did you get your scheduled straightened out yesterday?”
“No, but
I’ll have everything done by this afternoon.
I’m going to meet with Mr. Clarke to finish my new schedule, first thing
this morning,” I said.
“Cool, I
hope you get the classes you want,” Ben said.
“I’m looking forward to seeing Janice tonight. Do you think we could have her over for
dinner at our place?”
I replied,
“Yes, but I insist on doing the cooking.
You aren’t the greatest cook in the world, and I don’t want you to ruin
any chance you might have with Janice by fixing a horrible meal!”
Ben laughed and said,
“Thanks, cousin. I hoped you would
volunteer to cook! I’ll spring for the
ingredients, if you’ll plan the menu.”
“You’ve got
a deal! I think we should have stuffed
shells with fresh bread, a green salad and some fresh fruit. We can go get the needed supplies after your
last class,” I said.
Ben said,
“I’ll give Janice a call to see if her roommates want to come over, as
well. You know Zach and Mark will
want to come, too.”
I looked at
Ben. “Okay, Ben, what are you trying to do?”
Ben gave me
his “who me” look. “I’m not trying to do anything. I’m just being friendly, that’s all.”
I gave him
that “look” and decided to let it drop.
I listened as he called Janice, who was still in her dorm room. Ben turned to me and said, “They will all
come: Donica, Patty, Irene, Holly, and
Janice. I’ll call Zach and Mark.”
By the time
we arrived on campus, Ben had completed his calls and had arranged for everyone
to come to our house for dinner tonight.
I was a little surprised he’d invite near total strangers to our
place, but I guess it would be a lot of fun.
Ben headed to his class, and I
returned to Mr. Clarke’s office.
I knocked on
his door and he looked up from his desk. “Good morning, Glenn. I’ve got some good news for you. You’ve been accepted into the School of
Music. Apparently, you managed to impress
Dr. Nohr, who has waived the audition requirement, and has already sent over
the classes he wants you to take this semester. Dr. Nohr has requested you work
directly with him on a course of study that will fit your needs. Here is your new schedule. Your first class is with Dr. Nohr. You should go early to class and visit with
him. I highly recommend you make
sure he knows you appreciate what he has done for you. Dr. Nohr is notorious for being extremely
difficult; so, for him to waive the audition requirement means he sees
something very special in you.”
I took the
schedule from Mr. Clarke and looked it over.
“Thank you, Mr. Clarke. I will
do as you suggest, and go early to talk to Dr. Nohr. I’m just as surprised as you are, to be
accepted into the School of Music so quickly.
I’d expected to wait until next semester to be able to start music
courses.”
Mr. Clarke
smiled. “From what I’ve heard this morning, you must be exceptionally talented
on the violin. Dr. Nohr couldn’t say
enough about how well you play.”
I blushed at
the praise. “Thank you for sharing that with me. I hope I don’t disappoint Dr. Nohr.”
“I’m sure
you won’t. Dr. Nohr is pretty good at
finding talented students for his music program. I suspect he plans to get you set up
with a teacher really soon,” Mr. Clarke said.
I shook his
hand and said, “Thanks, again, for all your help.”
“Not a
problem. I’m very happy things have
worked out for you,” Mr. Clarke replied.
As I walked
from the counselor’s office to Dr. Nohr’s office on the west side of the river,
I contemplated the beauty of the campus.
The east bank campus is where most of Ben’s classes are located, while
my schedule has all of my classes at the west bank campus. I entered the covered walkway over the
Washington Avenue Bridge, and found my way to Dr. Nohr’s office. His secretary wasn’t at her desk, so I
knocked on his office door. I heard him
call out, “Come in!”
I opened the
door and saw Dr. Nohr seated at his desk.
He looked up from the papers he was reading, and indicated I should
sit down. “I wondered if it was you,
Mr. Nielsen. I see Mr. Clarke has
told you the good news.”
“Yes, Mr.
Clarke has told me I’ve been accepted into the School of Music, and I
need to see you about the classes I’m to take this semester,” I said. “Thank you for taking the time to meet with
me, Dr. Nohr.”
Dr. Nohr
smiled at me. “You’re welcome, Mr. Nielsen.
I was very impressed by your skill on the violin. I spoke with my colleagues about you
yesterday, and they agreed we could count your performance for me as your
audition and accept you into the School of Music. Of course, that means we expect great things
of you. I will choose the courses for
you that will enhance the talent you already possess. You will study music theory and composition
with me. I also took the liberty of
signing you up for the men’s chorus as well as violin and piano performance. Do you find that satisfactory?”
“Of course,
Dr. Nohr, the classes are fine. I also
intend to audition for the Twin Cities Gay Men’s Chorus next week, as well,” I
said, wondering what kind of reaction Dr. Nohr would have to the obvious
reference to the fact that I’m gay.
I have to
give him credit. He didn’t even react
to the statement other than to state, “That will be a welcome addition to your
musical experience. I’m sure you
will have your horizons broadened by singing with them. My only caution is you will need to
allow yourself time to practice.
Hopefully, you won’t over schedule yourself, so that you fail to allow
time for social activities, as well. No
one should miss out on the wonderful opportunities of campus life because they
are too busy studying, or rehearsing for performances!”
I could tell Dr. Nohr was going to be one of my all time favorite professors! “I agree with you Dr. Nohr. My cousin, Ben, is my roommate and is
already getting me involved with the activities on campus. He’s on the hockey team and takes me to
practice with him every day.”
Dr. Nohr
smiled. “Fabulous! Musicians that are
well rounded are the best people to be around.
They are so much more fun, and can be the life of a party any time! I have one more request of you. I’ve arranged for a small group of friends
to meet at my home on Friday evening. I
would like you to join us for dinner, followed by a recital. Of course, I would be honored if you would
bring your violin and play for my guests.
Will you accept my invitation?”
I smiled at
Dr. Nohr. “I’m more than happy to
accept your invitation. May I bring a
friend with me?”
Dr. Nohr
replied, “Yes, of course, you may bring a companion.”
“I have a
friend from Duluth who is coming to live with us. Robbie is a violinist as well,” I explained.
“Wonderful! Ask Robbie to be prepared to share some of
his musical talent with us, as well, then.
We love music, and we love hearing young people play,” Dr. Nohr
said. He glanced at his watch and said,
“It’s time for class to begin. Let’s go
over to the classroom across the hall, where we’ll find the rest of your
classmates.”
I followed
Dr. Nohr out of his office and into the classroom he indicated. I entered to find Patty and Irene already
seated. I joined them on the front row.
They both
greeted me with a smile. “Hey, I hear you’re cooking dinner tonight. Can
we help?” Patty asked.
“Sure. Come over about 4 PM, so we’ll have time to
get everything ready for dinner at 6 PM,” I replied, just as Dr. Nohr began his
lecture for the day.
The rest of
the day went quickly, as I really got into the swing of things. I love each of my classes! Chorus is great! The music theory class may present me with a
bit of challenge; but, it’s a good kind of challenge that will help me improve
my musicianship. I arrived back at the
house, just as Ben was coming down the stairs.
Ben saw me and
asked, “How were your classes today?”
I smiled and
high-fived him. “Great! Thanks, Ben, for helping me out. I’m very happy that things have worked out.”
I related to
Ben everything that happened today. Ben
whistled, “Wow! Dr. Nohr really must
like you.”
I nodded my
head. “I think you’re right about
that. I think he may be gay or at least
bi, since he didn’t even react to my statement I was auditioning for the
Twin Cities Gay Men’s Chorus. In fact,
he told me it would be a good experience for me.”
Ben looked
surprised. “I don’t think you can make
that assumption based on what you saw of him today. You need to do some more observation before
you can make such a statement.”
I nodded my
head in agreement, “Yeah, maybe you’re right.
Anyway, the girls are coming over to help me cook.” I pulled out the shopping list for Ben. “Here is a list of what you need to buy for
dinner tonight. Can you get it without
me? I need to get in a couple of hours
of study, before I start dinner for us.”
Ben smiled
and said, “Sure thing, cousin. I’ll be
back shortly.” He opened the door and
left me standing in the hallway. I was
just about to head upstairs to start studying, when I heard someone crying in
the front room. I turned and walked
into the front room to see who it was.
I was shocked to see Taka sitting there with a letter open on his lap. His whole body was wracked with sobs, as he sat
there.
“Taka,
what’s wrong?” I asked, as I sat down next to him on the sofa and put my arm
around his shoulders.
At first,
Taka didn’t respond. Then, he said, “My
mother has accused me of dishonoring our family, because I’ve been writing
letters to her with too many hiragana and katakana characters. She is ashamed to have a son who can’t write
a proper sentence using the kanji characters.
Glenn, I try writing using all kanji, but some of them I don’t know. My mother is very formal and says she is
offended by my lack of respect for my parents.”
He continued
to cry. After what seemed an eternity,
Taka settled down and regained control of his emotions. “I’m sorry, Glenn. I shouldn’t have troubled you with my
problems. I bring more dishonor to my
family by involving strangers in my problems.”
I was
astounded to hear Taka tell me that seeking help or assistance from a stranger
constituted dishonoring his family. I
said, “You do me a great honor to share your feelings with me Taka.”
He smiled
weakly at me. “Thank you Glenn. I promise I won’t burden you again.”
Taka got up
and moved toward his room. “I must go to
meet Midori now.”
I said,
“Tell Midori ‘Hello,’ for me, okay?”
Taka nodded
his head, and made a quick retreat to his room. I made my way upstairs to our room and
pulled out my music theory book. I started
to work on the assignment Dr. Nohr had given us this morning. I was so involved in the assignment that I
didn’t hear Ben come home with the groceries.
When he
touched my shoulder, I jumped. “Ben,
you scared me. I didn’t know you were
back from the store.”
Ben laughed.
“I know. I intentionally tiptoed upstairs, so I could
get you to jump!”
I stood up
and punched Ben in the shoulder. “You
know I’ll just get even,” I said.
Ben smiled
and said, “Promises, promises!”
There was a
knock on the door, so we both went downstairs.
Ben opened the door and invited the girls to come inside.
Patty smiled
at Ben. “Thanks for inviting us over,
Ben. Okay, Glenn, tell me what you want
me to do.”
I took
Patty’s hand and led her into the kitchen.
Donica and Irene followed us into the kitchen. I pulled out the ingredients for making the
stuffed shells and a green salad.
“Patty, will
you put the water on to boil. Donica
and Irene, will you make the salad?” I asked.
Donica
replied, “Sure.” She picked up the
lettuce and went over to the sink to wash it.
“Irene, will you cut up the tomatoes and cucumbers while I wash the
lettuce? I’ll grate the carrots as
well.”
Patty picked
up the box of giant shells and read the back of the box. “Are we following this recipe?”
“Yes, the
spinach needs to be cooked. It’s in the
freezer,” I said.
As we worked
together to fix dinner, the girls started quizzing me. “Where is your boyfriend?” asked Patty
“He’s
overseas with the Marine Corps, but I don’t know where. He says he can’t tell me that. I haven’t heard from him in a couple of days,
so I’m getting worried that something has happened to him,” I said.
Irene asked,
“What does he look like?”
“I’ll show
you a photo, after we’re done here,” I responded.
Donica
looked over at me from where she was grating the carrots. “We need to get you an updated wardrobe before
he comes back, Glenn. I think I can
help you choose some new clothes that will knock his socks off when he sees
you!”
“What’s
wrong with my clothes?” I asked, bewildered.
Donica
replied, “They just scream Canadian farm boy!
We need to change your image.
You know, like making the change over to a hot stud from the University
of Minneapolis who wants his guy to sweep him off his feet!”
I laughed. “I’m just fine, Donica. I don’t need to be advertising anything!”
Donica
laughed and said, “Yes, you do. Glenn,
you are a hot gay guy who needs to strut his stuff! Your cousin, Ben, needs a makeover as
well. Maybe Janice and I can fix that,
as well. You both need some fashion
help in the worst way!”
Irene said,
“Janice really likes Ben. She couldn’t
stop talking about him all night last night.
It was almost two in the morning, before I finally told her to shut the
light off and stop talking about Ben!”
“Ben seems
to like her, as well. He was the one
that suggested that we invite you all over for dinner tonight,” I said.
Patty said,
“I’m glad you did. It so nice to have a
kitchen to cook in; and I’m really looking forward to a great home cooked
meal! Glenn, you need to check the
shells. They should be done by now.”
I checked
the pasta shells, which were indeed ready.
I drained them and ran some cold water over them so we could load them
up with the cheese and spinach filling.
I showed Patty how much to put in each one. Then, I spread some spaghetti sauce in the
bottom of the pan and started to help Patty fill shells. We made two pans of stuffed shells. Patty topped them with spaghetti sauce and
mozzarella cheese, and we popped them into the oven to bake.
Donica and
Irene were done with the salad, which they put in the refrigerator to chill,
while we waited for the stuffed shells to cook. We walked into the front room and joined
Janice and Ben.
I was the
first one to enter the front room, and caught them kissing. I whistled and turned to the girls, who had
followed me into the front room.
“Wow! Ben, I thought I was a
fast mover, but you put me to shame.”
Ben and
Janice both blushed. “No, I think you have ME beat. You had Rick running after you from the
first time he saw you!”
I laughed
and said, “You’re right about that! Janice
you’d better watch out for this man. He
can be difficult to live with, sometimes.
I should know. I was his
roommate during our senior year of high school.”
Ben laughed.
“I wasn’t the one who was difficult to
live with. You forget that you were the
one trying to decide if you wanted a romantic relationship with Ian, not me.”
I sat down
on the couch next to Janice, while the girls sat on the loveseat and in the
armchairs. “I agree I was pretty
moody. Ben just doesn’t understand how
difficult it is to have a serious romantic relationship, when you aren’t sure
where you stand with the other person.”
Patty said,
“Yeah, I agree with you, Glenn. Most of
the guys I’ve met just want to have sex with me. They aren’t interested in having a romantic
relationship. It’s all about the
sex. I want a guy who will value me as
a person, not just a sex object!”
The rest of
the girls agreed. Janice said, “Ben,
are you after me just for the sex?”
There was a sudden silence in the room.
I said, looking
over at Ben, “Ben, the answer had better be no!”
“Of course,
I want to have sex with you, or I wouldn’t be normal. You are a very attractive woman. However, that being said, I want to find
someone to be my partner in life. You
know - someone with whom I can share the rest of my life with. So is sex my number one priority? No, it’s not,” Ben said.
Irene smiled
at Ben. “I’d give that answer about a B+,
but I’ll give you credit for being honest.”
Janice
laughed and said, “See, Ben, my roommates are looking out for me. They don’t want me to get hurt; so, they
wanted me to make sure you weren’t just trying to get into bed with me.”
Ben looked
around the room at the other girls and protested, “This is so not fair! I’m being ganged up on by all these women;
and, Glenn, you’re no better than they are!”
“Well, I can
kind of see their point. You’ve never
been used and abused by a guy who just wants you for sex; and doesn’t care
about your feelings, or whether or not you want more than just a quick fuck and
peck on the cheek,” I said. “I’ve been
there and completely understand their concern for Janice. Yes, you’re my cousin, and I love you very
much; but I don’t want you to hurt Janice by not being honest with her.”
Donica said,
“I knew I liked you, Glenn, from the first moment I met you. I think that we’re going to be the best of
friends. Way to tell it the way it is!” She high-fived me.
Ben sighed,
“Okay, okay, I give. How can I win when
I’m so outnumbered?”
There was a
knock on the door. Donica opened it and
in walked Zach, Mark, Devon and Jimmy.
Devon was the first one in the door.
“Wow! Hey, Babe, you look
great!” he exclaimed, to Donica. “My
name is Devon. What is your name?” he
asked, as he put out his hand to shake hers.
“I’m
Donica. Glad to meet you, Devon. Who’s your friend?”
Devon turned
and pulled Jimmy forward, introducing him, “This is Jimmy.”
Jimmy said,
“Hi Donica.”
Zach and
Mark followed Jimmy and Devon into the front room. Donica made the introductions, “Jimmy and
Devon, this is Patty, Irene, and Janice.”
I stood up
and brought in some chairs from the kitchen for the guys to sit on. It was pretty cozy in our little front room,
but nobody seemed to notice.
Donica had
eyes only for Jimmy, it seemed. She
asked him, “Where are you from, Jimmy?”
Jimmy smiled
and replied, “I’m from Hawaii. I’ll
answer the next question, too. How did
I end up playing hockey for the University of Minnesota? My parents divorced when I was 8 years old,
and my Mom moved us to St. Paul. I
joined the local hockey club and have been playing ever since. My father is native Hawaiian and my mother
is Japanese. My real name is Kimo Kye
Kahoku Akina. Kimo is Hawaiian for
James, so my Mom calls me Jimmy.”
I could see
why Donica liked Jimmy. His dark,
almond shaped eyes seemed to sparkle as he talked. His perfectly smooth brown skin contrasted
beautifully against the tight-fitting white t-shirt. As he moved, I could see his six pack abs
clearly defined under his shirt. He
wore bright blue board shorts and flip flops.
His short, jet black hair stood straight up on his head. Jimmy was a walking wet dream for a gay
guy. He was charming, exotic looking
and well built. Wow!
I listened
to them getting acquainted for few more minutes before my attention was drawn
across the room to where Devon was talking to Patty. She was laughing and had put her hand on his
arm. I knew I had to warn Patty about
Devon, before it was too late. Irene
and Mark had migrated into the kitchen and were talking about camping and
hiking.
Zach touched
my shoulder and whispered in my ear, “It looks like you did well at matching up
everyone.”
I smiled, “I
didn’t do anything, Zach. Everyone just
kind of gravitated toward someone they had an interest in getting to know.”
“Maybe
you’re right, but it leaves just me and you to keep each other company,” Zach
said with a grin.
“I just wish
we were both single, so we could go upstairs and make out,” I said, grabbing
Zach’s hand, pulling him into the hallway.
I wrapped my arms around his waist and gave him a kiss on the lips.
“Zach, you
are a great guy. I’m glad you decided
to take Todd back,” I said.
Zach grinned
as he put both of his hands down the back of my pants and squeezed my cheeks. “Maybe I can talk to Todd about making you
part of a threesome!”
I was
getting really turned on and knew I needed some time to recover, so I hugged
him tight, then pulled back to look him in the face. “If Rick ever decides
to leave me, I will take you up on the offer!”
Zach let me go
and I moved into the kitchen. I bent
over to look in the oven and Zach whistled at me making me blush. Mark and Irene stopped talking and laughed
at my red face.
Mark said,
“You shouldn’t be embarrassed, Glenn.
Zach thinks you’re one hot stud; and that’s quite a compliment, given
his high standards! Todd can testify to
that fact!”
Zach laughed
and said, “Glenn, you really don’t realize how cute you are, do you?”
I didn’t
know what to say to that so, I remained silent and looked at the floor. Zach came over to me and lifted up my chin
so he could look into my eyes. “Mr.
Nielsen, you are one of the best looking guys I know. We are going to work on your self-confidence
while your boyfriend’s gone. You’ve got
to stop thinking of yourself as a loser; because you’re not.”
Zach hit a
nerve when he said I thought of myself as a loser. “Zach, I don’t see myself as
loser. I just don’t think of myself as
the hot stud you say I am.”
Before I
could say anything else, Zach pulled me into an embrace and gave me a deeply passionate
kiss. “There! Did that convince you?”
I was
blushing furiously. Irene said, “Glenn,
Zach’s right. You’re very charming and
good looking. That’s why Patty asked
you if you are gay, because she thinks you’re pretty handsome. She was a little disappointed, because she
wanted you to be her next boyfriend.”
“Thanks
guys. I guess I’ll have to keep
thinking about what you said, so I can change how I see myself,” I said. The timer went off, much to my relief. “Dinner’s ready. Help me get everything on the table.”
Mark, Irene
and Zach grabbed all the food and placed it on the table. Irene called the rest of them to come into
the kitchen. When everyone was gathered
around the table, I said, “Is everyone okay if we say grace?”
I got a nod
of agreement from the crew. So, I said,
“I’ll say grace. Let’s all join hands.”
After the
prayer, I said, “Help yourselves. We’ll
have to eat in the front room, since there aren’t enough chairs for all of us
to sit around the table.”
It wasn’t
long before we were all sitting around, talking and eating. The food soon disappeared, and the girls
joined me in the kitchen to help clean up.
With so many helping hands, it wasn’t long before we were finished, and
we rejoined the guys in the front room.
Patty asked, “Glenn, you promised to show us a picture of Rick.”
“I guess I
did. I’ll be right back,” I said. I climbed the stairs to my bedroom and
returned with the photograph clock of Rick.
I handed it to Patty.
She read the
inscription on the clock and she smiled. “Rick is really handsome. It’s obvious he loves you, Glenn.” She passed the photograph to the rest of the
room. Each one commenting on how lucky
I was to have Rick as my boyfriend.
After everyone had seen it, I returned it to my room. As I was coming back downstairs, I saw Zach
waiting for me at the bottom.
Zach said,
“Glenn, I’m glad you found Rick. Now I
understand why you have been trying to stay faithful to him. I’m sorry I took advantage of you. I shouldn’t have been flirting with you like
I did tonight. Can you forgive me?”
I was a
little surprised, but happy he’d realized he shouldn’t have been
playing around quite so much. “Of
course, Zach that’s what friends do for friends; besides, I was as much at
fault as you were,” I said.
Shortly
afterwards, Zach offered to escort the girls back to the dorms. Of course, Mark and Ben did the same. The girls all gave me a quick hug and kiss
as they left. Patty said, “We need to do
this more often. We’ll cook the next
time, if you’ll let us use your kitchen.”
“Sounds like
a plan. Just let me know when you want
to do it,” I said.
Patty said,
“How about a week from now?”
“Okay, let
me mark it on our calendar,” I said. I
went into the kitchen and wrote it in on our apartment calendar, so we wouldn’t
forget. “We’re all set.”
“Great! I’ll see you tomorrow in class,” Patty
said. They left and I went
upstairs. I stripped down to my jockey
shorts and sat down at my computer to update my blog. I was getting kind of worried I hadn’t
heard anything from Rick.
I was in bed
by the time Ben returned from walking Janice and her roommates to their
dorm. He came in, stripped off his
clothes and got into bed. “Glenn,
thanks for helping me find Janice. I
think I’ve found my soul mate,” Ben said.
“You’re
welcome. Just don’t mess up now that
you’ve found her,” I replied.
“I
won’t. If I start to screw things up,
please say something to me to get me back on track, okay, cousin?” Ben asked,
earnestly.
“Sure thing,
Ben. Good night,” I said.
“Good
night,” Ben replied.
I lay awake
for a long time, thinking of everything Zach, Irene and Mark had said
tonight. I also was worrying about Rick,
and why I hadn’t heard from him.
*** ***
Rick awoke
the next morning, wondering where he was.
After a few minutes, the memory of the preceding day flooded his
mind. He’d spent a very restless night,
worrying about what would happen to him if his buddies didn’t say anything
about their illicit activities; or that they would say something that would
incriminate him. Most of all, he had
tried to make sense of what Sgt. Riehle had said about Glenn. It was obvious he knew Rick was gay,
and he had a boyfriend. Why didn’t
Sgt. Riehle take action to remove him from the Marine Corps, since that is what
he was supposed to do if he found out someone in the service was gay?
Rick kept
trying to figure out why he had been chosen to wear a wire and record his
buddies’ conversations. What were they
doing that was illegal or against the military rules and regulations? Why were they being transported to Quantico? He had a lot of questions and very few
answers.
There was a
knock on the door. Rick sat up in bed and pulled his uniform back
on, as the door opened and Sgt. Riehle entered with Capt. Letcher. Rick stood up and saluted.
Capt.
Letcher said, “At ease. Finish dressing
so we can get on the road. We will get
you some coffee and doughnuts, as soon as you’re ready.”
Sgt. Riehle
came over with a small microphone attached to a transmitter. “You will need to put this on here.” Sgt. Riehle helped Rick get the microphone
situated, and stood back, as Rick finished dressing.
The three
men left the room together. Rick waited
as they unlocked the other four doors and woke up the others. Sgt. Riehle said, “Go down this hall to my
office, and take a seat.”
We followed
his directions and entered his office to find coffee and doughnuts waiting for
us. “Go ahead and eat,” he said.
As soon as
we were finished, a couple of MP’s showed up and we were asked to follow
them. We were taken into the men’s room
to take care of our morning duties; after which, the MP’s patted us down to
make sure we didn’t have anything on us.
We returned to Sgt. Riehle’s office and were placed in handcuffs.
“You will
remain handcuffed, until we are safely on the plane, headed back to the United
States,” Sgt. Riehle said.
We were
transported to the airstrip in the back of a supply truck. During the short trip, my companions started
talking to each other. I sat quietly
and listened intently.
Stan said,
“I thought Sgt. Massey promised us he wouldn’t turn us in. We did what he asked us to, by giving Sam
the message to meet him in the motor pool after we finished playing cards.”
Joe said,
“Well, I guess we shouldn’t be surprised; because you know Sgt. Massey is a
master of deception. He’s been running
drugs for over two years now, and no one has been able to catch him. He has bragged about it many times,
remember? He even bragged about how he
had killed fellow soldiers and made it look like it was enemy fire that killed
them when they started to get too close to him.”
Stan
responded, “Yes, I know and that’s why we’re in trouble. We knew that we were sending Sam to his
death when we gave him Sgt. Massey’s message.
I didn’t think Sgt. Massey would be so brazen as to commit the murder
right on the base.”
“Those
photographs of Sam’s dead body really got to me,” Joe said. “Sgt. Massey gave me a message just before
we were picked up by the MP’s.”
Stan asked,
“What was it?”
“He said we
were next, if we didn’t cooperate with him,” Joe said.
Stan said,
“Well, it looks like Sgt. Riehle got to us first.”
Chip asked,
“What did Sgt. Riehle tell you?”
Stan said,
“He has evidence that we’ve been selling drugs on base to other marines, and
that we’ve been caught on video, delivering the goods to Sgt. Massey.”
The other
two men swore. Chip looked at them and
said, “I think we’re going to spend some time in the slammer.”
Stan looked
over at Rick, “Lernier, what did they tell you?”
Rick
responded, “They told me the same thing they told you.”
Stan said,
“That means they are lying. They don’t
have any evidence, or they wouldn’t have told Lernier the same thing. I think they are hoping one of us will crack
and rat out the rest of us. There’s no
way that they know anything about us being involved with anything.”
Chip said,
“Except, you forgot one thing.”
Stan looked
at Chip and asked, “What’s that?”
Chip looked
over at Rick. “You just told everything to Lernier. He could rat us all out.”
Stan looked
at Rick with narrowed eyes. “Lernier won’t do that, because if he does, we’ll
all testify that he was the one leading the pack; and he was the one who
sent Sam to his death at Sgt. Massey’s hands.
You aren’t telling anyone, anything; are you, Lernier?”
Rick just
shook his head, and didn’t reply. The
vehicle came to a stop and they were escorted onto the military transport plane.
Hours later,
when they landed, they were separated and led into different rooms. Rick waited to see what would happen
next. It wasn’t long before Sgt. Riehle
and Capt. Letcher joined him. He stood
up and saluted them smartly.
Capt.
Letcher said, “At ease!”
Sgt. Riehle
was smiling, as he removed the handcuffs from Rick’s hands. “Well done, Corporal Lernier. We have their entire conversation recorded,
and you have been cleared of all wrong doing.
Thank you for helping us put these guys behind bars.”
Capt.
Letcher shook Rick’s hand. “Congratulations! I believe Sgt. Riehle has more to tell
you.”
Sgt. Riehle
nodded his head. “Yes. You will be Lt.
Col. Bachman’s personal assistant starting today. You will be accompanying him to visit
Corporal Meyers’ family. After that,
Lt. Col. Bachman has authorized a two week leave of absence to allow you to
return to your family and loved ones, before returning with him to your duty
station.”
The relief
that flooded Rick’s mind was almost more than he could bear. Sgt. Riehle grabbed Rick and helped him to
sit down. Sgt. Riehle brought Rick a
glass of water, and handed it to him.
“Lt. Col.
Bachman will be leaving the base in about 30 minutes. We’ve been instructed to get you cleaned up
and presentable,” Capt. Letcher said.
“Follow me, please.”
Capt.
Letcher led him to another room and instructed him to strip down and get into
the shower. Rick followed his
directions and left his fatigues on the bench, along with the microphone and
transmitter, and stepped into the shower the captain had started for him. He quickly showered and stepped out, to find
Capt. Letcher holding a towel for him.
His fatigues had disappeared and were replaced with his dress uniform.
“Get dressed
quickly. You need to grab something to
eat at the mess hall before you leave,” Capt. Letcher said.
Rick put on
his dress uniform, making sure that everything was in its place. Capt. Letcher inspected his uniform and
pronounced him ready.
Capt.
Letcher led him to the mess hall for a quick meal, then took him to meet Lt.
Col. Bachman.
Lt. Col.
Bachman returned Rick’s salute. “I
understand I owe you debt of gratitude for helping us solve a murder, and,
at the same time, break up the drug ring that has plagued our base for the last
couple of years.”
“Yes, sir,”
Rick said, smiling at his commanding officer.
“Great work,
corporal. I’ve asked you to accompany
me to visit with Corporal Meyers’ family, because he was your friend, and
because I’m honored to have such a dedicated soldier serving under my
command. After we return to our base,
you will become my personal assistant.
Is that acceptable to you, Corporal?”
“Yes, sir!”
“Good. Let’s get this show on the road,” Lt. Col.
Bachman said.
They were
driven to the nearby commercial airport and boarded a flight to Atlanta. During the flight, Lt. Col. Bachman and Rick
got better acquainted. Rick quickly
learned what his commanding officer liked and disliked. Rick was excited to be serving directly
under this man. He was careful not to
mention anything about Glenn, heeding Sgt. Riehle’s warning to be extremely
careful.
They rented
a car at the Atlanta airport. Rick
drove to the address he was given by Lt. Col. Bachman. When they arrived, Rick parked the car and
they walked up the stairs. Rick knocked
on the apartment door. Rick did a
double take when he saw the man who answered the door. He looked like Sam’s identical twin.
“Mr. Meyers,
I am Corporal Meyers’ commanding officer and this is one of his fellow marines
who knew him well. May be come
in?”
The young
man signaled for them to come in. They
spent the next couple of hours talking with Sam’s brother and his partner. When they were finished, Lt. Col. Bachman
said, “Corporal, where do you want me to drop you off? You’re officially on leave as of this
moment.”
“You can
drop me off at the MARTA station, sir,” Rick responded.
Lt. Col.
Bachman asked, “Are you sure?”
“Yes,
sir. I’m sure. You need to get home to your family. The MARTA will get me home soon enough,”
Rick said.
“Okay, here
you are, then. I’ll see you at the Atlanta
airport in two weeks. Goodbye,
Corporal,” Lt. Col. Bachman said, as Rick got out of the car.
Rick rode
the MARTA back to the airport and booked a flight to Minneapolis. A couple of hours later, he was on the plane,
and he finally relaxed, falling into a deep sleep. The stewardess woke him up just as they were
beginning their approach to Minneapolis.
After landing, he took a taxi to the address Glenn had placed on his
blog.
It was late
evening by the time the taxi pulled up in front of the house and Rick got out
and paid the driver. He went up to the
front door and knocked. He heard
someone yell, “Someone get the door!”
Soon the
door was opened by Frank who looked up at Rick in surprise, “Who are you?”
Rick smiled
down at Frank and said, “I’m Glenn’s boyfriend. Is he home?”
“Yes, he’s
upstairs in the bedroom on the right,” Frank responded moving out of the
doorway to let Rick come inside.
Rick climbed
the stairs two at a time and opened the bedroom door. I was sitting at the computer writing on my
blog. When the door opened, I turned
around to see who it was.
I screamed,
“Rick!” and I threw myself into his arms.
Rick kissed me for so long, we were still lip locked when Ben came home
from studying with Janice.
Rick finally
released me, leading me over to my bed.
I snuggled up close to him. I
started to ask a question when Rick interrupted me. “Not now, Babe. I will tell you everything. Just be patient.”
Ben came
into the room. “Hey! Rick!
How did you manage to get here!
I thought you weren’t coming home for another ten months or so.”
Rick said,
“You’ll need to sit down, because it’s a long story.” He proceeded to narrate everything that had
happened to him and why he was there to spend two weeks with me. “Glenn, get your stuff. We’re staying in a hotel for a few
days. I plan to do some things to you
that will cause Ben to blush.”
I laughed
and quickly assembled a few things, throwing them into a gym bag. “I’m ready.”
Rick laughed
and said, “I’m sure you are. Let’s go.”
We called a
taxi and Rick gave directions to a hotel.
He’d called Grandpa who had made all the arrangements for us. We checked in and were soon enjoying each
other as only two lovers can who’ve been apart for so long. All of our pent up desires for each other were
unleashed, causing the flames of our passion to explode into a raging inferno.
After our
passions were calmed somewhat, Rick whispered in my ear, “Glenn Nielsen, I love
you.”
“I love you
more,” I replied, caressing Rick’s cheek with my hand. Rick took my hand and brought it to his
lips.
“I thank God
every day for his gift to me – you,” Rick said, looking into my eyes and
smiling.
“Ditto, my
love,” I replied.
*** ***
Author’s
note: To read the history and photos of
the Washington Avenue Bridge that joins the two sections of the campus click on
this link: http://www.johnweeks.com/bridges/pages/ms14.html