Book 6, The China Expedition
Chapter 95, Part 1
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avid looked at his backside, ran his hands
over his buttocks and asked Daniel,
“How does this look? I really like these slacks.” He turned and looked over his
shoulder
at his reflection in the full-length mirror. “I think the Att have a future in tailoring
clothes, don’t
you?”
“Looks great, Dave,” Daniel said, standing at the open compartment door.
“I
like your pale yellow sweater, your gray slacks, gray socks and shoes and I wonder what
material the Att came up with for these shoes?” He adjusted his pouch between his
legs.“Hurry up.”
David turned and straightened the bottom of his pullover, aligning it straight
across his middle at the bottom. “There, that looks better.” He walked to the
table and,
picked up his money clip, small change, and tucked a large white handkerchief into his
white shirt’s top left pocket.
“Looks like you got one swollen tit,” Daniel said, as David paid attention to
Daniel’s remark and stood in front of the mirror.
He smiled. “Geez, Danny! You’re right,” he said, jerking the
handkerchief out of his
pocket. “Do you have a handkerchief I can borrow?”
“No.”
“What the hey, then,” he said, and placed his folded handkerchief on the corner
table. “I won’t need one.” David turned and looked at Daniel.
“You know, the Att used
to dress all of us alike, but now they give each of us different colors, different
material....”
“They’re probably expanding their technical expertise as Dex would say,”
Daniel
said. “Come on, Dave. I’m hungry.”
“I am too. Turn around and let me check you. You tend toward being
sloppy”
“What? I don’t agree with that statement. I’m neat most of the
time.”
“Yeah, but you do have those occasions when you look like you’ve spent the
night
rolling in the hay or being beaten.” He watched Daniel turn slowly, liked the soft tan
color of his sweater, pale tan slacks, approved of the cut, around his hips, and nodded his
head at the tan
socks and brown saddle shoes. He took a good look at Daniel’s shoes. “Hey,
Danny, did
you know that the brown part of your shoes, the part that’s sewn across the instep of
your
shoe, looks like snake and maybe dyed snake at that?”
“Never noticed,” Daniel said, shifting his weight. He frowned at
David.
“I think out pants are too tight, but I like the way they feel. Not complaining, just
commenting. Let’s go,” he said, as he pulled Daniel toward him and shoved
him out the
door into the passageway. David closed the door to their compartment and started to
follow Daniel forward to the dining car. He stopped, went back to the compartment door
and locked it. Daniel watched him and nodded agreement. David passed Tom
LaBorde’s
compartment and tapped the door as he went by.
The Delta Rhos walked through their coach and bounced up and down, enjoying the
rhythm of the train, crossed into the next car, a pullman, noticed some of the green
curtains were still drawn on most berths, and greeted passengers engaged in various
activities. David could not help
but enjoy the material of his slacks as it rubbed his hips and buttocks as he strode through
two
more pullman cars before they entered the forth car, the diner.
“Hey, we’re in luck. No one’s waiting,” Daniel said, turning to
David. Their
bodies bumped as they stood close together to one side of the passageway. The headwaiter
glanced noticed them and smiled, held up his hand, and motioned for them to come to him.
Daniel walked ahead of David. David noticed the glances that Daniel got from some men
and women of different ages, who watched his backside move toward a table for
four.
Every time. Every time, he thought. They can’t leave that kid alone.
Can’t keep their eyes off
him. Well, he has a great physique. Slim and hard like Delta Rho men, well, most of us
anyway. He’s built like me. We’re once in a
lifetime. He chuckled at his thoughts.
Daniel stopped at a table for four patrons and waited for the headwaiter, who slid out an
aisle chair for Daniel. David approached the table as Daniel settled into his chair and placed
a bright white linen napking on his lap. The headwaiter placed two bills of fare, outside the
aisle place settings, and pulled out a chair for David. David knew that eyes were staring at
his body, as well as Daniels. He enjoyed the attention. The Att are clothing
designers second to none, he thought. Their clothes do indeed caress the
male body. Wonder what their designs do for women?
He smiled
while he enjoyed a great feeling everywhere over his body. He sat across from Daniel and
settled in feeling the material stretch. He marveled at the wondrous feeling of support. He
pulled up his trouser legs, to relieve the material’s tightness on his thighs.
The most enjoyable slacks I’ve ever had. Let’s hear it for the
Att! He realized, in his dealings with the Att, he never knew where they came
from. He did not know what or where they called home.
Daniel’s movements told David that Daniel pulled up his pant-legs too, leaned forward
over his place mat, looked up at Daniel and silently said, "Wow!" He knew the meaning of
Daniel’s smile and the effect the material had on both of them, as they opened their
breakfast menus. David knew Daniel enjoyed the same feeling. “Quite a menu,
isn’t it?”
They laughed.
He glanced at Daniel, who perused the long list of breakfast items and slowly ran
his tongue over his lips. He’s hungry. Danny always wets his lips when
he’s hungry and sometimes when he’s nervous. “ Danny, I think
I’ll have the eggs and ham with toast, marmalade and coffee. Lots of black
coffee.” He laid his menu down and looked past Daniel and noticed a group of pretty
young women, pretty hats, wide open collars and patent leather shoes. Pretty. Yes
pretty indeed. Let’s see: a blonde, two blondes, a brunette, one, two, three redheads.
Just like me. Suddenly David heard Daniel’s voice.
“...and I said there must be pretty gals behind me by the way you’re
drooling.”
David pressed his napkin against his lips and cleared his throat. “I’m not
drooling, but you will soon be drooling beyond belief. There are six women, not far from
us, having
breakfast behind you and gads, Danny, they are really pretty.” He lowered his head,
leaned across to his brother Delta Rho and whispered, “Three
redheads, two blondes and one
brunette and they are all really pretty.” He sat straight and pressed his back against his
chair, as his face turned a soft shade of pink.
“One of them is smiling at you. I can tell.”
David’s blush deepened and he slowly held up two fingers.
“Oh?” Daniel said, squirming in his chair. He wished he could see the pretty
females. “Two of them are smiling at you?” His body temperature
rose.
David lowered his eyes, stared at the table linen and raised three fingers. His
excitement increased too.
“No kidding?” Daniel asked.
“Are they really pretty?”
“Gorgeous. Really Danny, these gals are pretty.” Danny watched David’s
hand
expecting to see four fingers. Instead he held up only two fingers.
“What?” Daniel said, squirming again. “Smile at them for crying out loud.
Let them
know they’re pretty. Do something. Why only two now?”
“A young couple finished breakfast and left the dining car.”
“What?”
“There are still five women left.”
“Are they with men?”
“Two are and three aren’t?”
“Which three?”
“One blonde, one brunette and one redhead are sitting together. The other blonde
and the other redhead are with men.”
Emanual set water tumblers and a pitcher in the middle of the table and asked for
their orders.
“Hi Emanual,” David said, not taking his eyes off the women two tables ahead
of
him. “I’ll have the eggs and bacon breakfast, toast, marmalade, eggs scrambled
soft. Make
it three eggs. I am getting hungrier by the minute.”
Emanual smiled and glanced down at Daniel. “Sir?” he asked.
“Same thing, Emanual. I’m hungry too.”
David smelled a slight hint of oil of lavender and looked up at Emanual noticing
that Emanual was amused by the way they talked about the young women.
“Smell that?” David asked Daniel.
“Yeah, what is it?”
“Emanual’s mother makes the stuff for him. I really like it. It’s as good
as the
colognes the Att make.” He looked up at Emanual and winked as he walked away
from
their table.
“What are they doing now?”
“They’re all spreading their legs and showing a sign that says, ‘Danny,
come and
get it.’ What do you think they’re doing? They’re still smiling at
me.”
“Want to skip breakfast?”
“No and neither do you.”
“It doesn’t really make that much difference.”
“Why? Why do you say that. For God’s sake, we have to eat.” He looked
up at
the ceiling and spoke softly. “Excuse me Lord.” He frowned at Daniel and
waited for him
to continue speaking.
“Well you know the pills we take at noon? Every day?”
“Yeah.”
“I really think that’s all the nutrition we need.”
“I know what you mean, but I get hungry for regular food anyway, don’t
you?”
“Yeah. Some habits are hard to break. What are the women doing
now?”
David couldn’t resist the temptation to tease his brother. “Well, the pretty
redhead
just slowly placed her lips on her toast. She isn’t chewing. She just placed her lips on
her
toast and is staring at me without blinking.”
“Her lips are on the toast and she’s not blinking?” Daniel squirmed.
“Don’t tell
me she’s just staring.” He wanted to turn and look at the women, but hesitated,
trying to
control his manners.
“Don’t gawk. I’ll explain everything to you.” David found it hard
not to laugh as
the three women got up from their table, glanced at David and Daniel and walked toward
them. David knew they were leaving and heading back toward the rear of the train. He
looked up as the three young women passed. He smiled at them, looked at their pretty
eyes: hazel, blue, and dark brown. He felt it move between his legs. It’s trying
to tell me
something. David spent a few moments glancing at their eyes, their faces, their hips,
and
Daniel, as they strode slowly past them toward the rear of the dining car.
David became more excited as Daniel glanced at him and up at each of the women
as they walked by him. He looked at the back of their heads, glanced at David and said,
“Gads, I would love to caress those cute little butts. Definitely high class stuff.
Definitely.” David liked the way he and Daniel cared about women. He inhaled deeply
and
smelled their hair and perfume as it wafted around the area even after they had
left.
“That’s really nice stuff,” Daniel said, as Emanual set their breakfast
plates in
front of them. He poured coffee and set a small slim bottle, capped with a cork, in front
of David and a second in front of Daniel.
“What’s this?” David asked.
“My mother’s oil of lavender,” he said. “My gift to you for
praising it and for
you very generous nature. I send much of my money to my mother. This month, I will
send more than usual.”
“How neat,” Daniel said. “Thanks. I’ll use it.”
“You’re both welcome, sirs. Enjoy your breakfast.” He left and walked
toward the
kitchen and passed Tom LaBorde, who approached the table, showing no bulge in the
front of his pleated woolen blend slacks.
“A check pattern in your slacks, your sweater. Say what about your
undershorts?”
Daniel said, joking with Tom. He sat next to the window.
“Looks good. I like ham a lot.”
Daniel raised his arm and caught Emanual’s eye. He approached the table. “Do
you want the same we’re having?” he asked Tom.
“Sure, sounds good,” he said, as he placed his napkin on his lap and nodded
his head to Emanual. Emanual poured coffee for Tom then walked away again.
David knew his erection had diminished and was amused that the pretty girls had
taken his mind of the serious problems he and Daniel faced. He was not certain how to
commence the conversation with Tom. He had gone over and over the sequence of events
and he kept coming back to the scene in the next compartment. Danny is naked, except
for his shorts, open at the fly, he’s tied around his ankles, wrists and has a mouth gag
and
his eyes are covered with a sash.
He ate a few bites of eggs and spread marmalade on his toast.
Emanual held David’s shoulder, gently pushing him to one side as he set Tom’s
plate in
front of him.
“Anything else, sir,” he asked. “Juice? Milk?”
“No thanks,” Tom said, glancing up at Emanual and smiling.
Good looking guy. He looks too young to be mixed up with these thugs though.
David watched Daniel finish the ham on his plate and eat the last of his eggs. He used his
napkin on his lips and sipped coffee.
“You ate fast,” David said. “I’ve hardly had time to touch my
eggs, the ham looks
perfect and I must say the marmalade is superb.” He glanced at Tom, who smiled
back at
him and nodded.
“Two eggs, two pieces of ham, two pieces of toast, two jars: one filled with
marmalade and one with jelly. Twins,” Daniel said, as though sparking a revelation. and all the while, smiling at David and
Tom.
Twins! Twins? The thought sped express through David’s brain.
Twins! He looked
down at his plate and did a hurry-up thought process. Two coffins, one on the train, the
second coming onto the train, two guys, both blonde, tied up. One completely naked, the
second, Danny, stripped down to his undershorts. Twins. Two. “Only there was
one big
difference.”
“What did you say?” Tom asked.
Daniel continued sipping his coffee. “What’s going on,
Dave?”
He stopped eating and looked at Daniel. “This is really serious. Now I know that
Tom had nothing to do with it.”
“Nothing to do with what?” Tom asked, sounding confused.
David ignored Tom’s question and stared at Daniel with a stark expression.
“This
is bad. Real bad.”
“What for God’s sake. What are you talking about?”
David lowered his voice and bent forward toward Daniel. He motioned for Tom
to come closer. “This is worse than I thought. It means the following. Someone, some
group, people...want to abduct Daniel, but what makes things worse is that they would
have killed you except for one thing,” he said, pushing his finger into Tom’s
chest.
“What? What one thing?” Tom asked.
“What are you talking about?” Daniel asked, and leaned toward David, his cup
in
hand.
“I have been trying to figure this thing out and now I know I have it.”
“Hurry,” Daniel said, “before I take root in this railroad
car.”
David shook his head at Daniel, disapprovingly. Be serious. He frowned and tapped the table with his
finger as he talked and continued, “You, sir, mentioned the word twins. This thing, this
idea has kept popping up in my mind and really not making sense.”
“What?” Daniel asked, sounding left out.
“Everything was in place. You were on the train, Tom here was on the train. They
put an empty casket on the train that was not supposed to be empty—a Mr.
Jamison?”
David arched his eyebrows indicating he understood the entire plot. Daniel was more
relaxed while Tom was scared at the words David spoke.
They put a false coffin on the train—an empty one.”
“Mr. Jamison?”
“Right!” David glanced at Tom, who frowned and sipped his coffee slowly.
“You’re eggs are getting cold.”
Tom hunched his shoulders and said, “Go on. This whole gruesome plot scares
me.”
Then they had a second coffin, also empty, and until I interrupted them, they were
going to put it in the baggage car.”
“Did it have a bill of lading on it?”
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