Out Of The Past

Just as I heard the PA go off, the phone rang once again.

"Hello?" I answered it.

"You missed all the fun today." a warm rich voice told me, chuckling slightly.

"Yes, I've been told that." I said back.

"Well, I don't think Jamie is going to put up with their crap, but tomorrow should be interesting nevertheless." the voice said, laughing again.

"Friend of yours?" I asked.

"Well...lets say in our circles, that we are acquainted, and leave it at that." the voice said, still laughing.

"Very well." I told it.

"Seriously, I think you'll be home sooner than you think." I was told.

"Well, we'll see." I responded. The person on the other end sighed, and then changed the subject.

"I just wanted to let you know a couple of things, Mike. Someone will be meeting you upon landing, and providing a translator for you, during your stay. The dacha is stocked, and they can get you anything else you may need, while you are there. Security will also be provided, and also the 'special' areas are still there, and the code is Amadeus, they are also fully stocked. You should also know that some of my contacts have relayed that this situation may have other influences, than the obvious, so be extremely careful. I don't think their reach extends that far, but do not take chances." the voice finished.

"Thank you." I simply replied.

"Oh, your welcome dear, take care of yourself and those babies, I'll be in touch." 

"I will." I said, and the line went dead, as I felt the wheels touch down.

We rapidly sped to a corner of the airport, away from the main terminal, where a ramp was quickly extended, and the hatch was opened.

We all stood, and a man appeared saying, "I am supposed to tell you that Delenn sent me," with a clearly confused look on his face. 

I knew it was alright then, as Delenn was an ambassador, which meant this man was sent to work with us, the foreigners to his land.

"I am..." but he held up his hand quickly saying, "I do not need to know this information," so I shut up, while the kids were looking on, surprised. 

"If you will come with me, transportation to your next destination has been arranged." he told us.

"I will need assistance with two of the children, who cannot walk, as well as with luggage." I told him.

"Very well," he said, before turning and yelling back down the ramp, to what were apparently others waiting, because in moments four men came bounding up the stairs, and were issued more instructions, in Russian.

"Which of the children need to be carried?" The first man asked, as I pointed to Chris and Brian. 

More instructions in Russian and two of the men started towards the boys who got looks of fear on their faces

"Hey guys it's ok they're just going to carry you down to our ride" I told them but I don't think it helped much as the two men picked them up while the other three got luggage and the wheelchair

Samantha and I grabbed what they couldn't, and we descended the stairway slowly, until the first man reached the ground, and waited for us to catch up, saying as we reached the ground, "This way please," and leading us over to a large transport helicopter, obviously converted for civilian use. 

After getting us onboard, all but the first man left, and he reached into his coat withdrawing a large envelope, which he handed to me, before saying "Das Vadanya." and walking away. 

The crew member shut the door for us, and then entered the cockpit, where they began the start up sequence, and soon we were in the air, heading to the dacha we would be staying in.

It wasn't a long trip, but it allowed us to see the country, which was quite pretty, and still had snow in places. Soon enough we were dropping down, and could see the large house we would be staying in, as the helicopter came in for a landing, gently settling to the ground while we waited for the engines and rotors to wind down. 

After all was quiet, the crewmen appeared, opening the doors and assisting us down, then others which had been in the distance, came forward with several men among them, who began the task of getting the luggage, and two of them picked up my kids, to carry while I was left facing a man, standing several feet in front of me, and who was obviously in charge.

I walked forward and introduced myself. "Hello, my name is Mike Reynolds, and this is my family." I told him.

"Greetings, I am Vassily Kamarkov. I am in charge of your security detail, let us get you inside, and then we have things we must discuss." he told me, as he turned and led the way with all of us following.

We entered a spacious room, on the lower floor, as we heard the helicopter start up once again, and I looked around at the spacious and luxurious surroundings, before me, as the children settled on various chairs and sofas, scattered about, looking a bit unsure of everything.

"Guys, this is home for right now. I have to talk with Mr. Kamarkov for a few minutes, and after that we can look around, ok? I need you to remain here, with Samantha though, until I return." I told them, as I walked after Mr. Kamarkov, to a room which he entered a code into and then I followed him through, closing the door behind us.

"Mr. Reynolds, I am the commander of the security detachment, assigned to you for the duration of your stay, in our country. There will be 30 men on duty at all times, around the perimeter of the facility. None will approach the house, at any time. All are ex Spetnatz and they are some of the best. You need to set your security systems, and if any detection is noted it will be hostiles, do you understand?" he asked me.

Thirty ex Spetnatz I thought was overkill, in the extreme, but my friend was apparently taking no chances with our safety, of which I was deeply appreciative. I also understood what he was saying, and more importantly what he wasn't. If there were any detection's made, it would mean that he and his men were no longer operative, and trouble had come to visit, in a big way.

"I understand," I told him simply.

"Good." he told me, before going over to a cabinet in the wall, and removing a large case and setting it on the table.

He opened it, and removed an injector and a small device, fitting one into the other before looking at me, with a raised eyebrow.

I simply pulled up my shirt, and he placed one end of the device against my upper arm, and with a hiss, I felt a sting, then he removed the object, and told me "that is good for thirty days, and is not able to be counterfeited, after that time, it will dissolve naturally. No one else but those in the house, and me, will have them" he told me as he repacked it.

"I understand, and thank you" I told him, as he nodded his head, and said, "I understand you are familiar with this house, and its' accessories?" he asked of me.

"Yes, I am." 

"Very good, then I will take my leave of you now, and you may reach me on channel 2 of the radio system." he advised me, as he turned and left, with me picking up the case and following.

I followed him out, and stopped, staring at the sight which confronted me with my mouth open, causing Sammy to quickly say "it wasn't me this time, dad," giggling all the while, "I swear," he got out before being consumed again with more giggles.

I'm glad he found it funny.

For seated next to Sammy, was a boy of about 12, with blonde hair hanging down a bit, covering his eyes, which were gazing at me raptly, as a small smile played on his face.

"Ah, I forgot, this is your translator, Yuri" Vassily informed me. "he will be staying with you per the one who arranged this, in case you are in need of his services, during your stay with us." he told me, then went on, "as I understand it, the thought was that with the amount of children present, he would fit in easier, and be able to provide for any needs which you may have," he said, with a grin on his face.

"Ah, thank you." I told him, as he turned and left the room.

I turned my attention back to the boys, to find Sammy looking at me, with a silly grin on his face.

"What?" he asked, with an attempt, quite unsuccessful, I might add, to appear innocent.

"Nothing," I muttered.

"I told ya dad, I didn't have nuthin to do with it," he said, as he broke out in giggles again.

I scowled at him, before saying, 

"It's not funny," which just got him laughing harder, as I turned my attention to Yuri who had a dazzling smile on his face.

"Hello Yuri, my name is Mike, and the giggle box next to you, is my son Samuel," who upon hearing his full name, shot me a dirty look, and finally quit giggling so much. I then pointed out everyone else, who said hi to him, before I told them that we had something to do.

"What?" Randy asked, with suspicion. 

"All of you need to get a shot." which got everyone's undivided attention, real quickly.

"A shot?" squeaked Kevin, followed by other displeased mutters.

"Yes a shot, now who would like to be first?" I asked, with an evil grin directed at Sammy, who was shaking his head rapidly.

Needless to say, there were no eager takers, so while looking directly at a now sweating SamSam, I said, "well, since there are no volunteers, I guess I'll have to pick someone." 

"I'll go," I heard and the voice matched the face as Yuri stood up, and walked over to me.

"Thank you, Yuri," I told him, as he stood before me, and I pressed the injector into his upper arm, implanting the subcutaneous tracking chip, into his body.

He winced slightly as I did it, but didn't cry out and gave me a smile, as he walked back to Sammy, who along with 8 other children, were, for a change, absolutely silent. 

Now, if I could figure out a way to get this result, without a needle, I could be even richer, after I patented it, not to mention my life being quieter.

"So, who wants to be next?" I asked, with a grin, while all the boys looked at each other, clearly not wanting to be next.

"Alright, then we'll do it this way then, alphabetically," I said which caused furious looks of concentration to appear on their faces, as they processed who would now be first, and then all eyes turned to Chris, who was looking decidedly pale, as Samantha stood up and said.

"Can you tell me the purpose of these shots, please?" clearly questioning the necessity of them. 

"Yes Samantha, these implant a temporary almost microscopic chip, into their bodies, which interface with the security system of this facility, they last 30 days, before dissolving and will allow us to track anyone wearing them, and also they allow the security system to be activated, and not show anyone with one as an intruder. They also can not be counterfeited, in any way, therefore they are foolproof, and any detection's mean an actual intruder here." I told her.

She looked at me for a moment, before walking up and baring her arm, as Yuri had done, and I injected her with the device, before going over to Chris, and doing the same. Surprisingly no one else objected to it, and soon all the children had been taken care of, with no one even crying, although I felt bad about Peter, and gave him an extra kiss and hug, before putting everything away, and returning the case to the room, making sure I activated the security system before leaving, and sealing the room once again.

When I returned I had 8 very eager boys, who wanted to check out the place, but it was Yuri who surprised me by disappearing and returning with a wheelchair, which he rolled up to Chris, and then helped him transfer himself into it. With that done we began exploring. 

We found 5 bedrooms all with King size beds in them, and all had televisions as well. The house was sumptuously appointed, and seemed to have all the modern conveniences. Computers were placed around as well, and I made note to remind the boys not to give out any information to any of their friends, should they get online.

As the tour finished, I grabbed my luggage and headed to one of the bedrooms and told the others to stake out where they wanted to sleep as well. I also let them know they could go outside, if they wanted to, but to stay near the house.

After everyone left to explore and play, I sat down back in the living room, and relaxed for a bit, but was soon joined by Chris, who wheeled his chair in and up to me.

"Hi there." I said to him with a smile on my face

"Hi." he told me, but seemed quiet, so I said, 

"Come here little one." which got a look of surprise, as I held out my arms, but then the surprise was replaced with a smile, as he scooted forward and I took him in my arms, bringing him into my lap, where I cuddled him to me.

You could almost hear the purr, and definitely the sigh of contentment, as he settled in, snuggling his head into my chest.

"Tom said I was too old to do this stuff." he whispered.

"Ah, baby, you're never too old to get some loving, and cuddles." I told him, kissing the top of his head softly, which produced another contented sigh. 

I softly rubbed his back, as he just melted in my arms, he just needed to be held and, I settled back, and did exactly that.

I am not sure how long we sat there, before SamSam came out, and crawled into the space next to me, snuggling up alongside of me.

Chris had tried to pull away, but I held him fast, and when he only saw Sam smile at him, he relaxed again, and now I had two boys getting cuddles. Sammy had always loved them, but Chris needed them, and was finally realizing that he could have them, and it was a nice feeling, to see the realization come across his face.

Eventually, I heard a little giggle, and looked down to find Sam looking up at me, with a mischievous smile on his face, as he asked,

"So dad, were you scared?" as his eyes flashed his famous twinkle, deep within them.

"Well, you did have me worried there for a moment or two." I graciously allowed

"Yeah, right." he giggled again.

"You're just afraid I'll find some more, or something, aren't you?" he said, half challengingly to me.

"Sam, this isn't Florida, and that bunch down there." I told him, with a bit of exasperation in my voice, as that was exactly what I was worried about.

I mean come on, four in one day. 

"Yeah, but it sounds kinda cool, you know," he said, with a big grin on his face.

"NO!" I said.

"But daaaaaad!" he whined, with giggles in between.

"NO, and No, and NO!" I said again, which sent him into giggles, before he said

"Just think how cool it would be, to have all those brothers and stuff," he got out. "You're an awesome dad." he said, trying to butter me up some.

"Samuel Patrick Reynolds, NO. Do you know that every time I think of that poor woman down there, I get nightmares in sympathy for her?" I said, while trying to sound stern.

Unfortunately, he just giggled some more, as the thoughts danced in his eyes, I could see them imagining having 300 brothers. 

Scary.

"Ah, Dad, you worry too much, you'd do fine." he said, giggling again, before resting his head back on me, and whispering, "You'd do fine."

I just growled, which of course, left a giggling boy in my side. He giggled quite a lot. 

We spent the day just hanging out, with various kids taking the place of Chris and Sammy, as the day went on. I was hardly ever left without one, at least, in my lap, and often another alongside as well. 

It was very nice, as I couldn't get enough of it, and never would.

Dinner was a quiet affair, and I found that Yuri fit in quite well, with my bunch. 

Surprisingly, he had also been one of the ones who had come in for cuddles, during the day. Being as this was Europe, they were much more free with the showing of emotions, than American children tended to be.

I don't know how long it was, before I noticed something, and looked up to find Sammy walking through the room dripping wet.

"Sammy, what happened to you?" I asked.

"Nothing." he muttered.

"Sam, you're dripping water all over everything, now what's going on?" I asked again.

"I kinda went swimming...sort of" he muttered, at my perplexed look.

"Swimming? Do you know how cold the water is?" I asked, in disbelief, which caused him to give me a withering stare, and say rather forcefully, 

"Yeah, actually, I do." and then walk off, down the hall, muttering something that didn't make any sense, about blondes and roller coasters.

What the hell?

The next major hurdle occurred, when I heard loud voices coming from one of the bedrooms, sometime after dinner, and quickly got up, being followed by Sam and Yuri to determine what was wrong.

As we got closer, I heard Samantha's voice.

"Look Chris, it's not like I haven't seen it before."

"Well you ain't seeing it again." Chris's voice said heatedly.

"You have to have this done." Samantha said, with clear exasperation in her voice.

"Mooooooom!!!" Chris cried, just as we came to the room.

Samantha looked up and said, "Mike, good, maybe you can talk some sense into this child," clearly not happy.

"What's wrong?" I asked, concerned.

"She wants to see my thing." Chris stated, in horror, while I just raised my eyebrows at that, while Sammy and Yuri giggled.

"It's not funny." Chris said, while Samantha quickly said, while blushing, "I do not, Mike, he needs to be bathed, and..."

"And you'd see my thing." Chris interrupted. 

"Well yes, but..." Samantha started to say, but Chris interrupted again, saying, "You're not going to see my thing," boyish indignation clearly present, and I smiled as I told him, "Chris, it'll be ok, she's seen it a million times, and she's not going to cut it off or anything." 

"Daaaaaaad," Sammy said, giggling.

"Look, I have an idea, why don't I take care of your bath tonight, little one?" I asked him, but before he could answer Yuri chimed in "I will do it, if you allow," to Chris.

I motioned for Samantha to leave, as Chris had started to blush, and she quickly looked at her son, and then us, before leaving the room.

"Umm...well....ummm..." Chris started mumbling.

Yuri walked over, and sat on the edge of Chris's bed, telling him,

"You Americans, you are ashamed of what is under your clothes, it is not so for us. You worry you will get hard, well you will, and so will I. That is normal; you should not feel ashamed of that. I will be touching it, after all. It not get hard and something is wrong." he said, giggling.

Chris seemed to relax, with that, and while still blushing said, "it's really ok?"

"Yes it is, my older brother broke both arms last year, and I wash, he even make sperms when I wash his dick sometimes, is not problem." Yuri told the now furiously blushing Chris, who was stammering, trying to think of something to say.

I decided it was time to take my leave, and said, "well Chris, it looks like you're in good hands, so I'll leave you guys alone, have fun." as I turned to leave.

"Daaaaaaaad!" I heard behind me, as I left the room, pulling the door closed as I left, chuckling softly to myself.

Boys!

I got back to the main room, and sat down, where I was immediately swamped, with Derek crawling into my lap, for some more hugs.

Samantha looked at me inquiringly, finally asking, "and...?"

"Well I think he is going to get his bath, just fine." I said, smiling.

Derek had lifted his head, and was looking back and forth between us, as Samantha said,

"I just don't understand his attitude. He's never been this way before," shaking her head in confusion.

"Samantha, he's 12, and a boy that age, often gets embarrassed about the changes his body is going through, not to mention certain things which might happen, when you wash him." I told her.

"I've washed him many times before this, and if you're talking about things waking up, that's happened too, and he never had a problem with it." and then blushing a bit, "he rather liked it, as a matter of fact." she finished.

I laughed softly and said, "yes, but I imagine he wasn't this age before either." 

"Well no," she allowed. 

"Think about it Samantha, he's 12 now, even though he seems like your baby still, he's grown up, and he's very much aware of his burgeoning sexuality. The thought of you washing it, and him responding, maybe even giving you a present is rather disconcerting to him." I told her.

"A present?" she said, clearly not getting it, but before she or I could say anything Derek piped up with, 

"He means he'll probably cum when you wash it, he's kinda horny." he said, giggling softly, while Samantha gasped, and her mouth dropped open, and I started laughing openly.

"Well, I wasn't going to put it quite that bluntly, but..." I started to say but Derek interrupted.

"You grown ups talk too much sometimes," giggling again, and now leaving me speechless, as well, while I thought Samantha was going to suffocate from choking.

When she could recover, she started, "young man, you listen to me..."

"Mom, please you have to remember, he would hit us if we even walked from our bedroom to the shower, naked. That's a lot of it too. He told us how bad it was, and Chris believes it, kind of," Derek said, in all seriousness now, as those comments sobered us up.

"It'll take time, Momma, that's all." he added, and then sank back into my arms once again.

"He's right Samantha, with what they have been through, plus the normal reticence of this age, its going to take some time, to unlearn what they have been forcibly taught." I told her, as she sat back.

She nodded her head, but didn't say anything, clearly lost in thought, as I stroked the little one in my arms.

Eventually she said she was going to shower, and got up and left, leaving Derek and Me alone, until Sammy and Yuri came back into the room, followed by Chris. 

"He is all clean now." Yuri pronounced to me proudly.

Looking at the flushed look on his and Sammy's faces, I had a feeling that he was very clean, as they were too, but the bright red hue of Chris's face confirmed it.

Derek though had to say something.

"Did ya clean everything really good, it can get stopped up ya know," with an evil grin on his face, which caused me to start choking, and Chris to stammer, "DEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRREEEEEEEEK!!!!"

While Sammy started giggling, and Yuri said, "nothing is stopped up now...on any of us" before breaking out in laughter, and causing Derek's mouth to drop open, as I don't think he had been expecting that answer. 

His face joined that of his brother in turning bright red, while Sammy had collapsed in laughter, and even Chris was giggling now. 

Me, I was trying to breathe, but the battle was lost ,as Derek very cheekily said, "maybe you can give me my bath next time," but was put into his place, when Yuri tilted his head slightly and with a grin said, "sure, I do that and maybe unclog you too." 

Now everyone was in tears, as we all lost it, in unrestrained laughter, except for poor Derek, whose mouth was opening and closing, while he sputtered in shock.

I don't know how long we kept laughing, because every time we began to stop, one of us would look at the other, or start to say something, and we would break down all over again.

Samantha finally returned, just as we were beginning to get ourselves back under control, and then said the worst thing imaginable.

"What's so funny?" which left us on the floor again, until she gave up calling "good night" and walking off to her room, after threading her way through to kiss the boys.

Finally, it did wear down, and we settled back for a bit, just relaxing, before I noticed yawns from the boys, and myself, and I shooed them off to bed, reminding them we all had to be up early for the trial tomorrow. 

Al had set everything up at the courtroom, and we had video conference capabilities here as well. Come tomorrow, we would be live with the whole mess.

I helped undress Chris, and got him into bed, with Peter crawling in along with Danny before going and checking on the others, who had been quiet all night. I found Kevin and Randy curled up, sound asleep wrapped around each other and Yuri wrapped around them already out like a light.

When I got back to my room, I found Derek and Sammy waiting in bed, and I got Brian undressed, and into bed, crawling in myself, to find all of them trying to merge with me, it seemed as we wrapped ourselves around each other, and I gave my babies kisses good night. 

Just as I was drifting off, I heard Sammy say,

"Dad?" 

"Yes, honey?" 

"When we get home, can we get something at the store?" 

"Huh?" I asked, as his question didn't make much sense.

"Can we buy something at the store, when we get home, please?" he asked again

"Well, it depends on what it is," I said, thinking this was an odd conversation.

I heard a Sammy giggle, and then, "we all want some grape juice." 

"Grape juice?" I asked, confused, "you giving up Pepsi now?" I added, tickling him a little, which got more Sammy giggles.

"Nah, dad we just want some grape juice, a lot of grape juice." he added at the end

"Ummm....well I guess," I told him, as he said "thanks dad, night." 

"Good night sweetheart."

Grape juice?

Giggle

Strange

Giggle, giggle