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  1. grahamsealby

    The Plugh Brainstorming Method

    When I reach a story waypoint, and can't decide 'What's Next' I go for a long drive or lay down to sleep. It's amazing that when your conscious mind is occupied your subconscious mind is free to roam and often gives me options to proceed. Having a waypoint block can be frustrating.
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    advanced search facility

    When and how will the new design facility be released?
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    advanced search facility

    Thanks that's brilliant! I would have never thought to take the approach opening a separate tab. Ta muchly! I'm not sure what is mean by not having an advanced search option. I use this all the time. What is the alternative approach?
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    advanced search facility

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    advanced search facility

    I am an avid reader (using my Galaxy tablet) of GA stories and I use the advanced search facility always. However, after I've made my reading selection (from the search results) I can't go back to the original search results (not criteria). I've tried the Download, History, and Favourites facilities in my Browser but, for some reason, I can never return to my original search. It's annoying, I have to go back and re-enter my search criteria to replicate the search. Is there any way to store a search permanently so I can always have the original search result on hand? I'm a bit frustrated so I've asked for help.
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    Congratulations Graeme!

    Well done Graeme, It's good to have an Aussie on the staff.
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    Chapter 4

    What then would be the correct word usage?
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    Chapter 14

    Yep it all comes to a hopefully satisfactory end. Thanks for reading and giving me feedback
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    Chapter 14

    Epilogue . . . some fifteen months later . . . Mark got up from his desk, and with a contented smile, slowly walked out onto the main residence porch. Sipping from his coffee mug, he watched the activity in the marshaling yard where Scott was overseeing the unbridling of the stock horses. Young men, nay young gay youths, were excitedly telling stories about the morning ride; a lot of ribbing and exaggerated claims were being thrown around. They were happy and carefree. From the first intake of underprivileged city youths, the ranch accommodation was completely booked out. They had bookings for at least six months in advance and even had some interest from overseas. It was a fine day - a beautiful day. Preparations for tonight's anniversary celebrations were complete and all that remained was the arrival of a special guest. Mark sensed a presence beside him. 'Well Jason, I gather all's ready for tonight eh? What time does his flight come in?' 'In about a half-hour; I'll leave in about fifteen minutes.' 'Nervous?' '(Smiling) Too bloody right I'm nervous. I haven't seen him for nearly six months now; skyping, texts and Facebook are no alternatives for a warm human male body.' '(Teasing) So we won't be seeing much of you two after tonight's celebration. (Becoming serious) It must be hard loving someone and not being able to physically share that love. At least, with Scottie and I, we can cuddle up every night and make love. I couldn't imagine loving without a certain amount of physicality.' 'Yep. (silent) When I woke up this morning I couldn't believe the day was finally here. Twelve months, twelve very active months, and the ranch is running splendidly. You and Scott should be very proud of your achievement. If I haven't told you before, I'm so grateful for the chance to be a part of this project.' 'Hey, hold on, a large part of our success, and by ‘our' I include you, a large part of our success is attributed to you, Jason. Your Marketing strategy has been a wonder; we're not only seeing the dream come true, but it's been a whopping financial success. The time you spent convalescing was well spent, as you were able to map out a programme that immediately caught on with the gay community. I'm so grateful, and (laughing) before you say anything else, piss off and go meet Kenny.' As Mark watched Jason hurry away, he marveled how he'd recovered from his trauma with Kreek. Although being kept in a coma for several days, when he finally became conscious his convalescence back to health had been rapid. Of course, having Kenny constantly by his side helped. Upon hearing of Kreek's death, they all breathed a sigh of relief. Tragic, that his death was welcomed by so many people, and the manner, by a severe allergic reaction, surprising. Whilst I despised the man it was a real shame to see a life so wasted. But here I am, with the love of my life, about to celebrate the first anniversary of opening our doors. Here he comes now, sweaty, dusty and with a broad grin pasted over his face . . . still the sexiest man alive. 'Hey, there boss man; why are you standing there with a big cheesy grin plastered all over yer face?' 'The only boss here is that cock of yours; which reminds me, you sure pumped out a load of juice this morning. Is there such a thing as ‘instant cum'? I mean do you just press a button and your balls reload to the brim.' '(Laughing) Now there's a thought. How's Jason? Is he nervous about Kenny coming?' 'Just a bit. I'd love to be there when Kenny steps off the plane. Anyway, how was the ride this morning?' 'Good, good. Twelve out of our clients put their hands up, out of which only four were experienced riders. I opted for the quiet back trail to make it easy for the beginners, and the experienced riders were great helping the others with advice. I could see several relationships forming; their antics and doe-eyed looks amused me. Y' know, after you went back to sleep, I went for a walk around the compound trying to convince myself it was all real. We've come so far Mark since we resigned from the army. It just feels like yesterday.' 'Yep, I know. We were lucky to get this ranch so close to our billabong. But sometimes I resent taking the kids there for an outing. It's ours, Jason and Kenny included, and I'd like it to stay secret and special only for us. I know it's silly, but I can't help feeling we're commercializing a place of natural beauty.' 'Yes, I feel the same way. If I catch anyone abusing the site by throwing garbage around, I get quite cranky. Shouldn't, but I do.' 'Well then, why don't we stop advertising the place in our brochures, and just make it a special surprise once in a while. I'll talk to Jason about it tomorrow; we've got tonight to get through, lover-boy.' * * * As the plane rolled to a stop, the cabin door opened, and an ebullient Kenny Stamins jumped down and raced into Jason's waiting arms. For several moments they just stood there clutching hold of each other in a silent cuddle. When eventually they kissed it was out in the open for all to see. Eventually, they broke apart and Kenny searched his lover's eyes for signs of sadness. 'Oh Jason, Jason, Jason. It's been too long baby. I've missed you so, and . . . SLAP!' 'OUCH! . . .What was that for? Why did you hit me so hard?' 'For perving on those gorgeous young spunkies, and even wishing you could take one to bed. I bet you've had them lying at yer feet, offering up their stunning young bodies for a cock workout.' '(Laughing) No, my main man, you're safe. Some of the lads are ok, but others . . . well, I'll let you judge for yourself. Anyway, jump in the jeep and I'll get you settled.' On the short drive to the homestead, Kenny filled Jason in on Uni matters. At school, Kenny hadn't been sure of what career he wanted then out of the blue settled on becoming a Veterinarian. 'I love it. Animals are so trusting and easy to work with. When I have them on the examination table they look at you with such trust it's amazing. When you take a sick animal and show it love . . .' Jason let Kenny waffle on enthusiastically about the Vet school. It was just good to hear how happy he was. Soon they arrived at the homestead, where he was swamped by Mark and Scott, wanting news and more news. Eventually, he freshened up and joined the others in the main kitchen. 'The spread looks real good Mark; as we flew in I spied all the new buildings set up since I was last here. Are you happy with the way it's all turned out, I mean has it come up to your expectations?' 'More than when at first I started thinking about the concept. Jason and I have worked on the Marketing side and just establishing the infrastructure, whilst Scott has become a wizard at Property Management. The three of us together have made it a success. I only wish you could be here with us.' 'I wish too. (giving Jason a nudge) With all these spunky boys around I hope Jason's been behaving himself.' 'He certainly has not! (three pairs of eyes stared at Mark) he's been fucking every young thing . . . OW! THAT HURT SCOTT!' 'Don't take any notice of him Kenny (who was looking a little perplexed) he's got a warped and twisted sense of humour. Don't be a shit-hole Mark, behave yourself!' 'Yeah Mark, can it. I've been real good haven't I Scott? (Who nodded, still glaring at Mark) That's not to say I've not had any chances, but I've been a good boy.' "Ok, Ok, sorry Kenny I was just having a little fun. No Jason's been impressive. I don't know what it is, but all the fat ones seem to ogle him; must be something in his after-shave.' 'Can you guys be serious. I want to hear about what you've been doing, especially any new ideas you've introduced. Then, if it's Ok, I want to inspect the livestock; see if I can put some learning to good use.' 'Later boyo, later. You and I have some bed time to catch up. C'mon . . . NOW!' ‘Wait, hold on Kenny, I know you’re anxious to spend some quality time together, but before you disappear into the lion’s den, I want to ask about your family. Some time back you said your mum was going to leave yer dad. Care to give us an update. I only ask because your mothers highly regarded in the Darwin community. I’d like to know that she’s settled and happy.’ ‘Nice of you to ask Mark. Of course, you know about my dad . . . ‘ (Mark and Scott shook their heads) ‘No, I don’t, or we don’t. I just heard he’s been transferred somewhere, but where I don’t know. What happened?’ ’Well, he’s been transferred to Christmas Island. (Seeing the confused looks he continued) It’s an island way out in the Indian ocean, just under 2500 kilometers from Darwin. It’s a dead-end posting. My dad will simply finish his army career in an arsehole posting, and good luck to him, he thoroughly deserves it. My mum’s still in Darwin and is doing a lot of charity work. I’ve never seen her so happy. She divorced my dad, so is now free to live her life the way she wants.’ ‘What about you Kenny, are you upset about yer dad? I know he treated you bad but he’s still yer father. It's only normal that you still harbor some affection for him. Have you come to terms with the problems between the two of you?’ ‘Yeah, sort-of. I mean, we haven’t been very close this past year. I ‘m still pissed off at him about what happened to Jason. The thought that he could’ve been instrumental in killing Jason has never left me. I awaken some nights with that awful thought. It’s hard to forgive someone who nearly killed the one person in this life that you love very much. I guess time will clear the sore; I just hope I’m not left with an ugly scab’. ‘You won’t because you’re a very decent human being; I reckon you’ll be willing to forgive where people like Kreek and your Dad won’t.’ ‘Thanks Mark, I hope yer right. Now . . . ‘ ‘Get off with ya; lover boy’s waiting. * * * The dining shed had been cleared, then decorated with banners and outback themes. Across one wall was a large banner proclaiming CONGRATULATIONS TO MARK, SCOTT, AND JASON: ONE YEAR ANNIVERSARY. Underneath the banner, a Rainbow Flag hung proudly. The room contained two long tables which seated about ten persons each. Under the banner, another long table carried placings for about six persons. The meal itself was simple; a sheep had been BBQ’d and side dishes prepared by the kitchen staff. For the guests, this was just a normal meal, but Jason had let it be known that he, Mark and Scott were celebrating something special. After welcoming the guests, they settled into their meal, washing it down with ample quantities of beer and wine. As the evening progressed the sound level escalated. The boys were still mostly in their teens, so there was much mischief at the tables. Then the moment arrived. Jason rose up and called for silence; not an easy task with twenty or so young men half-pissed. Eventually, ‘Guys, this is a special day for Mark, Scott and myself and we’re glad to have your company to help us celebrate. The three of us are ex-army (cries of 'attention' were made with hilarity), and it was quite difficult serving in the Australian Defence Force as gay men. (the lads became quiet as they listened) Let me tell you a wonderful story; a truthful story. At one stage, both Mark and Scott were independently asked to forego their relationship because it contravened ADF Fraternization rules. So deep was their love, and without any prior consultation, both Mark and Scott refused the Army's order. Their relationship had been put to the ultimate test; the result being they valued each other more than they valued their careers. (There was utter silence) At some stage, Mark had an idea to create an outback adventure for young gay guys such as you. Getting from an idea to a campus such as you’re enjoying now, was no mean feat; but we firmly believed doing this was a worthwhile cause. (Pause) We know, and have experienced your pain; the loneliness, the apprehension, the isolation, but most of all - the fear. We can't solve all the problems of young gay guys, I wish we could. Just suffice it to know that, having spent some time with us, you're now part of our extended family; please keep in touch because we're here for you. Any time you feel down, or threatened, just pick up the phone - Ok.' Now, this brings me to the main issue. Tonight, in front of you all, and in front of myself, Mark and Scott are to be married. (There was a collective gasp) I have been deputized as a Civil Celebrant to make sure these proceedings are legal. Mark, and Scott, would you please stand up and face each other in front of the Rainbow Flag.' The room was hushed, completely silent. Everyone realised this was something really special. From being shunned, deprived of a loving family and generally victimized by society, these young men had an absolute need for something positive. Jason continued, 'Firstly, we would like to acknowledge the Larrakeyah Tribe as the traditional owners and custodians of these lands. We honour and respect their ongoing cultural and spiritual connections to this country. We aim to respect the cultural heritage, customs, and beliefs of all Indigenous people. (Then taking a deep breath) We are here to witness the marriage of two special friends. More than a ceremony, this is a significant moment of celebration and personal commitment. The essence of this commitment is the taking of another person in their entirety, as a companion and friend. It is, therefore, a decision which is not entered into lightly.' Jason then read from a small pamphlet he carried. 'The nature of love is unselfish, understanding, kind, and ongoing, as long as it continues to be nurtured. Mark and Scott, from this day forward you will become closer than ever before. You will promise to love one another in sickness and in health, for better and for worse.' Turing to Mark, Jason put his hand on Mark's shoulder, 'Mark, do you take Scott to be your lawfully wedded husband? Will you love him, comfort him, honour and respect him? Do you promise to share with him all life has to offer, from this day forward? '(Firmly) I do' Then laying his hand on Scott's shoulder, 'Scott, do you take Mark be your lawfully wedded husband? Will you love him, comfort him, honour and respect him? Do you promise to share all life has to offer, your hopes and dreams, your achievements and disappointments with him, from this day forward? '(Firmly) Yes, I do' 'We now come to the most important part of this marriage ceremony, the giving of personal vows. Mark, if you will. Mark, took Scott's hand and looking into his eyes, spoke slowly, 'Scott, we have shared some amazing adventures together, and I can't wait to start this next adventure with you. We took so long to find one another, and then you changed my world. I love you so much, and I am so happy that we are here today to show our love to one another. I always dreamed of the perfect partner, but you have gone beyond all my dreams. I promise to be there when you need me, to fill your days with love, to comfort you and encourage you, to help you reach your goals, and to love you with all of my heart, for all of my life. Thank you for coming into my life and for being such a wonderful partner and best friend. Scott, I choose you to be my husband for life, and give you this ring as a physical symbol of my enduring love.' With that, he produced a simple gold ring and still holding Scott's had placed the ring on his finger. Utter silence prevailed. 'Now Scott, if you will,' (Holding back tears) 'Today I am marrying my best friend. Mark, you are the love of my life and my soul mate. Thank you for loving me completely, and for giving your heart to me. Thank you for always being kind, loving and supportive of me. Thank you for always telling me I’m terrific and being so proud to call me yours. Thank you for making me laugh, and always seeing the positive in everything. Thank you for always making me feel significant, and for loving me unconditionally. Today I promise these things to you: (Pause)(Choke) To love you and be one forever as partners. To laugh with you, cry with you, talk with you, and forever be in love with you. To share my secrets, and be honest with you. To always trust you and respect you. To love and care for you in good times, and the not so good times. To be happy when you are happy, and always support you in everything you do. To always be faithful to you. To grow old with you, and be with you until the end of time. To always be by your side in whatever life brings our way.(Sob) Thank you for coming into my life and for being such a best friend. Mark, Mark Peters, I choose you to be my husband for life, and give you this ring as a physical symbol of my enduring love.' Like Mark, Scott produced a gold ring and placed it on Mark's finger. There was a slight commotion as one of the boys, unable to contain his emotions, started sobbing loud and went outside. Jason was also having difficulty keeping his emotions under control, but all he had to do now was, '(Choke) Mark and Scott have declared before me and before all of you, that they will live together in marriage. They have symbolized it by joining hands, taking vows and by exchanging rings. I, therefore, declare Mark and Scott to be Husband and Husband.' At a nod from Jason, Mark pulled Scott close and they kissed. Suddenly, the silence was broken with shouts of 'Hooray', 'Go get 'im Mark', 'Give 'im one fer me', 'You beauty', and other voices of encouragement. Others were too overcome with emotion, so they stayed silent. As Mark and Scott, newly wed, turned to face the lads, tears were running down their faces. In fact, quite a few faces were bright with tears. Then Kenny raced over and hugged them, before turning to Jason and kissing him. In the midst of all this Mark and Scott grinned happily, absorbing the pleasure demonstrated by all. Then Mark called for quiet, and when all was calm he began, ‘As Jason said, it wasn’t easy to get this place rolling, but the three of us became enthused with the idea, so we’ve been motivated to make it happen. (Pause) Jason alluded to the difficulty being a gay serviceman, but he didn’t tell you was that he nearly killed by a homophobic army creep. He spent several weeks in a coma, and when he became conscious it took months of rehabilitation to restore him to the wonderful arsehole he is today . . . OUCH! Stop it Scott! (General laughter) Ummm, I’m only joking. I know I speak for my husband (loud cries of woo woo) as well, when I tell you our relationship wouldn't have survived without Jason. Mate, we owe you so much that I just can't find the words sufficient to say thank you, but we do, thank you. I only hope that you'll find a life partner and enjoy the same happiness that we have today. ('Workin' on it'! from Kenny) We’ve been delighted to host so many of you who’ve only had the sleazy city streets to call home. We don’t believe that we can solve all the problems that you guys face today, but we just hope that during your time here, you may want to make a start about changing the course of your lives. As you know, we offer counseling to anyone who puts their hand up. Now enough of the mushy stuff . . . let's all get shit-faced. Come sit my fellow traveler While I tell to you a story Of how a people, long suppressed Gained freedom, respect, and glory Come sit you down beside me And interrupt me not For this tale long remembered be And n'er be forgot Our persecutors loud and shrill they were So strident and irate From pulpit, courtroom, school, and home They brayed their awful hate We'd endured their constant cruelty, and The taunt that we're just freaks In silence, and with lowered eyes We turned the other cheek But then one Saturday, late in June In the year of sixty-nine To Stonewall Inn, the wee small hours Came cops, emulating swine At Stonewall Inn, in times gone past We'd suffered their abuse Handcuffs, fists, and boots were used To fill up their caboose So meek, gentle, and soft were we So complacent we became We let the bastards ruin our lives Without a thought of shame But then a spark, a cry of 'No!' No more will we submit We'll stand and fight for freedom's sake No more your bloody shit! The cry went out, that early morn And soon the street was manned By gays who'd simply had enough And vowed to make a stand Against prejudiced, phobic, ignorant nutters, and Those bible bashing types Against cowards in all elected posts We fought for basic rights Our movement swift and enraged grew No more to be denied Our freedom, respect, and basic rights So cruelly past deprived . . . became . . . A worldwide multitude of gays Beneath the rainbow banner We gained a voice, nay T'was a shout So forceful did we clamour So, Pass on the word, let's shout aloud NEVER AGAIN! , NEVER AGAIN! because NEVER AGAIN WILL WE BOW DOWN again Never again! - And now amen. . . . . to the Heroes of Stonewall Inn, June 28, 1969
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    Chapter 12

    Thnx, I'm posting today
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    Chapter 13

    HaHa. Yes.
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    Chapter 13

    Yes, it's the same cowardice that Islamic mullas enjoy when they send children to their death telling them they'll be going to paradise. Why don't these nutters carry their own bombs?
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    Chapter 13

    Yep. I tried to find him a nasty way to die, and from research, food allergy can be bad.
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    Chapter 13

    13.1 'Please come in Brigadier, take a seat. Welcome to our Battalion Headquarters. Can I offer some refreshments? '(Pleasantly) No thank you Colonel, I'll pass if I may. I drink too much coffee for my own good. My wife believes I've become addicted to the stuff. 'Yes, I find my intake is bordering on excessive, if not habitual. (Fixing the Brigadier with a stare) So, how may I help you? Brigadier Colin Fergusson of the Military Police had requested a meeting with Garth Stamins on short notice. The Provost Marshal's office had been keeping the Colonel under close watch, as his name kept cropping up on dubious matters. It is not normal for the MP's to monitor a senior ranker, but Garth Stamins had become a red flag in the view of experienced officers. The Brigadier pulled a sheaf of papers from his briefcase and donned rimless reading glasses. He acquired the persona of an amiable, scholarly professor. 'If you'll bear with me Colonel, your name keeps popping up along with the activities of a Corporal Bertrand Kreek. You know of the man sir?' '(Carefully) Yes, yes I do; he's a part of my command. What of him?' 'This Kreek fellow is a strong person of interest in the case of the murdered American servicemen. In addition, he has just been indicted for the attempted murder of a Corporal Jason Meadows. I take it this is all familiar to you?' 'Yes Brigadier, I pride myself on keeping up to date on matters involving my command. Of course, I'm aware of what's happened, but what has it to do with me?' '(Looking down at his papers) Hmmm, let me refer to the case of the Darwin murders. You attested that this fellow Kreek was away on the murder dates, doing assignments for you. Is that correct?' 'Yes.' 'And do you still stand by your sworn statement that Kreek was not near the Darwin area on the murder dates.? 'Yes, of course I do. Brigadier, are you interrogating me? Why do I have to answer questions about a sworn statement I made?' '(Ignoring the question) Let's see now, you contend that on (date) Kreek was at (Darwin Hotel) entertaining civilians as prospective army suppliers. Right? (Stamins nodded impatiently). Well, Colonel, we've thoroughly checked with the hotel management and staff and they have no recollection of seeing or serving Corporal Kreek; likewise, there are no receipts or any other documentation that would support your claim. In case there was an error of location, we have checked with all of Darwin pubs for that night, and there is absolutely no record of such meeting, as you've claimed. What do you say?' 'That there has to be a mistake somewhere because he definitely wasn't near the (naming the park) on the night in question.' Long pause. The Brigadier consulted his papers again before responding. 'I see. We have also checked your claim that Kreek was at (naming sites) on the nights in question. I have to tell you we have not been able, with a thorough investigation, to verify Kreek's presence at the sites and dates in question.' 'Where's this going Brigadier? I've made a statement on the matter and I don't expect to be cross-examined. Are you questioning the veracity of a senior officer?' (Ignoring the question) You know it's amazing what happens when you start digging around looking at evidence. Really amazing. (Fergusson allowed a small smile to appear) When we were showing Kreek's photo around, out of the blue a man came forward saying he'd seen Kreek, not at any hotel, but at the (Darwin park) around the same time the murders were committed. He was adamant. (Stamins had gone white and he looked uncomfortable). Why did you make a false statement to protect an alleged murderer?' The room became so silent you could've heard the proverbial pin drop. Stamins just stared at Fergusson with a weird grin. 'I note you have failed to answer that question. In which . . .' 'In which case, I will not answer any further questions until I have legal representation.' 'That, of course, is your right and a very sensible move on your part. But I'm not finished. Corporal Kreek maintains that after he gave you proof that your son Kenneth Stamins was having a gay affair, you authorized him to sanction corporal Meadows. As a result . . .' 'THAT’S NOT TRUE! MY SON'S NOT GAY! I DON'T HAVE A GAY SON! It's a vicious . . .' 'Please keep your voice down, Colonel. Your son has admitted he's gay. I had a short talk with him and was very impressed; you should be proud to have a son like him. Now Kreek's defence is that he was acting only on your orders when he attacked Meadows. He also maintains that you will support him in open court.' '(Alarmed) He said that. He said I'd support him as a defence witness. (Indignant) Let me assure you sir that I have no intention of defending Kreek. We all have to accept the consequences of our actions.' 'True, how true that is. As you've requested legal counsel, I won't ask you to respond to any more questions. I do, however, have to raise a final point. I'm referring to your Press Conference where you arrogantly went against Army policy with regard to Gay people serving in our armed forces. (Stamins shifted uncomfortably but continued to stare at Fergusson with hostility) The ADF has a long memory and your disobedience will be added to the case against you.' 'Case? Case? What are you talking about? Am I to be charged with an offence?' '(Reasonably) It's not for me to say, Colonel. I'll report the substance of our meeting, and it'll then be in the hands of Division Headquarters, to decide what, if any, further action to take.' '(Feebly) Can I ask what your report will contain.' 'Certainly, although you'll get a copy of my report as soon as it's sent upstairs. But it will cover three areas. (Consulting his papers) Firstly; giving a false statement to assist an alleged criminal escape justice. Second; Encouraging a lower ranked serviceman to brutalize another serviceman. Thirdly: calling a Press Conference to defy the ADF's official policy on gay servicemen. Of course, when you get the official report you'll be asked to sign that you've received said report.' Garth Stamins sat staring at his desk blotter. The army had been his career, his soul, and now he could see his whole life crumbling around him. He had no illusions. Being the subject of such a report could result in charges laid against him; just as worse, the prospect of any further promotion vanished. A strange calm began to descend as his mind refused to accept his fate. He could feel himself falling away from reality until he reached a stage when he became numb. He showed neither recognition nor care as the Brigadier departed his office. * * * 13.2 Bert Kreek finished his meal, then laid down on his bunk, smacking his lips satisfactorily. The cell block was very quiet because he was the only person in the lock-up. It was mealtime, so only a skeleton staff would be on duty; after all, with only one prisoner, the duty officer had little to do. Those bastards George and Lance. I can't understand why they'd stopped me from removing that filthy poofter from this earth. It was so embarrassing, to wake up suffering the after-effects of Ether and find yourself trussed up like an animal. When I get out I'll make them pay - oh yes they'll pay. Not to worry Bert old fella, because the Colonel's on me side. He'll soon sort out these idiots and their stupid threats. Haven't I survived all the shit they've thrown at me? I never budged even when the bastards had insulted me mum. That was low but still, I didn't confess. So much for their . . . what was they called it? Yes, right yes; they called it Judicial Sanction or some such bullshit. Maybe when I get out I'll get me a legal mouthpiece and take em to court for what they did. Cunts! It started innocently enough, a general flush of his skin which Kreek put down to Darwin's heat and humidity. Then he felt his throat start to swell; he couldn't swallow, and he couldn't speak. This condition continued on for some time, and Kreek still wasn't concerned, blaming his discomfort on the climate. But then he got worse, finding he couldn't breathe and suddenly became very weak. And then realization dawned; he was having an Anaphylaxis reaction to . . . Sesame seeds. He was severely allergic to Sesame seeds and somehow someone had acquired this knowledge. In a panic, he realized that either the kernels themselves or Sesame oil had been introduced into his food. Normally he was extremely careful about what he ate; in a restaurant he would personally require the chef to make sure none of the deadly foodstuffs would find their way into his food. He'd received this assurance from the mess hall. At home his mother monitored all the food products he ate, so he was never in any danger. However, he hadn't thought about the danger at the Provost Marshall when they brought him his meal. He was hungry and wolfed down his food. Now he struggled to keep conscious. He couldn't breathe and couldn't cry out; even so, there was no one around to help him. He was alone, very alone, and very ill. Then he went into Anaphylaxis shock, collapsed and became unconscious. Had there been persons around, even at this late stage, he could have been revived, but there was no one, so . . . . . . Bert Kreek slipped further into unconsciousness, and unable to breathe, eventually departed this life. His body was not found until several hours after death, and an immediate investigation launched. An autopsy was carried out and the finding was death by Anaphylaxis shock. How a Sesame seed product found its way into Kreek's food was never established. Nobody mourned Bert Kreek's passing, because he did not, nor could not make friends. His mother had passed on just a short while ago and he was an only child. Sure, there were acquaintances, but they were only attached to Kreek by fear or obligation. An inglorious ending to a miserable life.
  15. grahamsealby

    Chapter 12

    12.1 Jason tossed and turned in his sleep because something evil was disturbing his slumber. The dorm was quiet, except for the snorts, mumbles, farts, and other noises usually found with males at night-time. It was the wee small hours of the morning, a time when the body finally overcomes sleeplessness and sinks into a merciful sleep. Suddenly Jason woke up alarmed. Danger, his brain screamed danger, but before he could recognize the danger, something was placed over his mouth and nose, plunging him into the black pit of unconsciousness. Quietly he was wrapped in an army blanket, then three pairs of hands carried him silently out of the dorm and into a waiting jeep. A short ride through silent streets, then he was deposited into an unused ammunition supply complex. An inclined board had been placed against a wall, and to this Jason was securely strapped. It was an eerie place; lines of empty shelves with dim overhead lighting. An unusual smell pervaded the air. 'How long Bert, how long before the Ether wears off? 'Soon, very soon, I just gave him a whiff, so he'll be comin' room in a jiffy. You'll have time fer a smoke, and then we'll get started.' 'Hold on, there's no ‘we’ll'. It's your tango Bert; we only offered to help with the abduction, not any interrogation, that's yours shit-face. We'll (his partner nodded) not help you with any rough stuff. When he comes to, he'll recognize us because we're not wearing any masks. Bert, this is as far as we go (his partner nodded in support). Unlike you, we've got families to consider, and visiting us in jail is not a pleasant family outing. Sorry.' 'Look Lance, it's not going to be a problem.' 'Wadda ya mean - no problem. What's wrong with you. He'll recognize us and then report us. Don't be stupid Bert, you're already under suspicion of totaling those Yankee poofters, so this . . . so this (sudden pause) . . . Oh my god . . . oh shit! (fear) Yer gonna top ‘im; yer gonna off him, aren't you. Is that what yer gonna do?' '(The other collaborator George breaking in) No, no, no! Me and Lance only helped you as a favour. You didn't say anything about wet stuff. No Bert, absolutely not! I'm outta here . . . NOW!' 'You'll stay just where you are George. Or would you like to see photos all over social media of you screwing underage kids?' '(Gasp)! Oh please Bert, ya told me you'd deleted that stuff. Ya told me that if I helped out you'd burn that stuff.' 'And I will George, just as soon as we're finished here. And you Lance, if yer wife finds out that you've been screwing her best friend, she'll divorce you, and leave you financially fucked. You don't want that do you?' 'You bastard! You bloody little bastard. You mark my words, I'm gonna get you for this. You're dead.' 'The only dead around here is this little fagott, Corporal bloody all mighty Jason shit-fudger Meadows. Look, nothings gonna happen to you blokes. As soon as we're finished, we'll dump the body where the crocs can get to him. There'll be nothing left to identify.' In the dim atmosphere, he didn't see the look of horror that passed between his two cronies. * * * 12.2 He was underwater and knew he couldn't open his mouth. Up above him, he could see a dim light and in desperation, he swam upwards. As he rose the light kept getting stronger until . . . he opened his eyes. Slowly his senses returned, and he looked around, not recognizing any familiar surroundings. He sensed he wasn't alone, but in the dim light he couldn't make out any presence. Then came the realization that he was tied to something firm; only his arms were free to move around. An awful surge of fear enveloped him, and he could feel bile building up in his guts. He became sick with fear but vowed to not show any outward sign of fear. He began to think rationally; who could . . .' SLAP! . . . ‘OUCH!' 'So yer awake my pretty eh? Good, good; I was getting a little impatient ‘cause I wants to get started on findin' the truth . . . ' 'KREEK! You slimy rotten cunt, it's you Bert Kreek, I'd know that voice anywhere. (Laughing) Are you mad? You must be a glutton for punishment.' 'Oh no my lovely, it's you who's gonna be punished; punished for drugging the Colonel's son and making him perform unnatural filthy acts.' 'What the fuck (struggling to get free) are you blabbing about? Why bring Kenny into this? I don't know anything about drugging Kenny or any other bloke. Here, release me so's we can talk like two mature adults; there's no need for this charade.' 'Yer gonna stay until I get a confession outta you. What you've done has upset my Colonel so much that I think he's goin' round the bend - all because of you.' 'I don't . . . OOMMPPHH! Kreek his Jason in the gut's, and for a moment he blacked out. The pain was terrible, he had trouble breathing. All he could do was look balefully at his tormentor while he struggled to get his breath back. 'There's a lot more of that to come, princess. Now I just want a simple confession, witnessed by my associates, that you drugged Kenny Stamins, and used him for your twisted needs. Confess Meadows, and all the pain will be over. Are you ready?' 'Never, you slime . . . . OOMMPPHH! Another blow caught Jason in his guts and he felt real pain again. This time a little stream of vomit ran down his chin as he gasped wide-eyed for breath. 'C'mon pussy, I can keep this up all night. Fact is I like inflicting pain, but more than that, it's the fear in someone's eyes that turns me on; I'll always remember the look when they realize they are gonna die. OH, I love it.' It was then through his befuddled state that Jason realized he was in trouble, real trouble. Kreek had killed before and there was no doubt he was gonna kill again. For over half an hour Jason was assaulted relentlessly. His face became a bloody mess, his eyes were half-closed, and several front teeth were missing. He was now in agony with the savage punishment being metered out. All through the ordeal, Kreek kept demanding he sign a confession, but he refused. He had no strength left, and whereas before he strained against his bindings, now he just sagged; all the energy had been battered out of him. On and on Kreek kept the assault going and as time progressed so did the degree of savagery being applied. To Kreek's cronies, the cruelty had passed what would be considered acceptable for an interrogation. They became increasingly sickened with the grilling; it was obvious Kreek's original objective had long been forgotten, and what was happening now was pure personal vengeance. They were appalled. 'You fuck'n . . . WHACK! You aren't . . . WHACK! . . . Fit to live and walk . . . WHACK! . . . Among decent folks. You deserve . . .THUMP . . . to die, cunt!' It was completely out of hand, and now Kreek had a strange insane look to his eyes. He'd passed beyond reason. He was abused both mentally and physically, but still, Jason held on . . . held on until he looked into Kreek's eyes and saw the insanity there. He's gonna kill me. I'm gonna die. Oh, Kenny, I love you. Please remember me. Please . . . don't . . . forget me. My . . . mother . . . mum, I love you. Please . . . forgive me . . . forgive . . . The last memory Jason had was Kreek's fingers around his throat and the evil insane look of his eyes. * * * 12.3 Early morning roll-call required either a physical presence or a bloody good excuse. When Jason's bed was discovered empty, at first there was no reason for alarm. But when he failed to appear for PT, his fellow bunk-mates became concerned. Before lights out, Jason had been chatting with some of the squad and had challenged one loud-mouth to an arm-wrestle contest the following morning. It was unlike Jason to not show, so curiosity became concern. His mates scoured the barracks and checked out any likely place for Jason to be. They drew a blank. Straightway the Provost Marshal became involved, and a further check of likely places made. Nothing. Now the matter was escalated to a ‘Missing Person' level and the appropriate procedures put in place. It was a desperately concerned group comprising Kenny, Scott, and Mark which gathered in the Canteen around lunch time. Just as he was about to take a sip of coffee, Mark's phone rang. 'Hello, Captain Peters here.' 'Captain this is WO Grant Williams, Captain. We met under difficult circumstances just recently.' 'Yes, I remember WO, what can I do for you?' 'I just want to pass on some intelligence that's come my way in the Corporal Jason Meadows matter. (Mark sat upright and motioned the others to silence). One of his bunkmates has come forward saying that he was woken up very early this morning, by three persons walking past with what looked to be a body. He didn't come forward initially, because he thought it was a prank. Now he's alarmed at what he saw and has made a statement to that effect. I'd say that Corporal Meadows has been abducted for reasons unknown.' 'Abducted? Did you say (the other two were asking silent questions) abducted W.O?' 'That seems the only logical conclusion, and probably drugged, as the squaddies statement attested that there didn't appear to be any movement in the body. Do you know of anyone who might have it in for the Corporal?' 'Yes, of course, Corporal Kreek, and Jason wasn't popular with Colonel Stamins (a nod from Kenny).' 'Yes, we tried to find Corporal Kreek as we know there's past history, but we can't find Kreek either. Would you know where he might be?' 'No idea; this is getting more sinister as the hours go by. If I knew I'd tell you W.O. (Sigh) Is there anything you'd like us to do?' 'No, just let us know immediately if you get any further information. We're taking this very seriously; we fear for Corporal Meadow's life.' Mark disconnected and stared at the two boys, who were looking anxious. 'All he said was that someone in the bunkhouse was woken up early this morning by someone carrying a limp body out of the dorm. He believes it was Jason. The other news is that Kreek's disappeared too. They can't find him. Sorry Kenny, it doesn't look good. They fear the worst.' At this Kenny broke down and started sobbing. Up to this point he hadn't mentioned the warning he gave to Jason the previous night. Now, interspersed with sobs and sniffles he told the whole story. Mark became alarmed, particularly about the Colonel. 'Look, there isn't much for us to do now. It's in the MP's hands, and their better equipped to handle this sort of thing. It's hard, but we must be brave.' 'Mark, why would Kreek disappear as well. What do you make of it?' 'Scottie, your guess is as good as mine. I haven't a clue, baby.' * * * 12.4 Not long after he talked to Mark, Grant Williams received another call. ' . . . and we couldn't let it go on anymore. Kreek had gone beyond reason, and we reckoned he was set to kill Meadows. We only agreed to help him abduct the corporal W.O because he's got stuff that compromises us . . .' 'Get on with it, man; I don't want to hear about yer personal problems! Where's Meadows, and is he still alive?' Quickly now.' 'He was when we left. We gave Kreek a sniff of Ether and left him trussed up. He's a maniac W.O, an animal that should be put down . . .' 'Alright! Tell me where the lad is, and if your story holds true we'll discuss your role in the matter once we find Meadows.' 'He's at (giving the location) . . .' Within minutes a jeep and an ambulance were on their way to the ammo storage site, and to their relief, Jason was found. They were shocked at his condition. He was barely alive and had to be given emergency care because his injuries were extensive. As soon as the medics had him stabilized, he was rushed to the base hospital. After attending to Jason, they turned to Kreek who was conscious throughout the ordeal and also, very tormented. He kept mouthing the word 'bastards' over and over again. Leaving Jason to the medics, Grant walked over to the pathetic form that was Bert Kreek. 'Well now Bertie, it seems you've outdone yerself this time. Your little colleagues haven't given us their names yet, but they have provided us with a complete description of last night’s activities. I'll even go as far as granting immunity if they're willing to give signed statements. Yer fucked Kreek!' '(Venomously) Yer wrong shit-head, cause I'se got some really big brass on me side and it was him that ordered that poofter's interrogation. Did you know that the slimy fagott drugged the Colonel's son to perform disgusting, unmanly acts? (Laughing) I was jest following orders piss-features, jest following orders,' 'I doubt that, but if that’s gonna be your defense, great. You'll have to tell us who issued the order before you'll be believed. Now let's get you untied, handcuffed and charged with attempted murder. You know Kreek, I'm enjoying this . . . yessir, I'm gonna enjoy seeing you in my jail at long last.' * * * 12.5 'We're friends of Corporal Jason Meadows and we'd like to see him, please.' Mark, Scott, and Kenny had rushed to the Base Hospital as soon as Grant Williams had phoned them the news. Grant stressed that Jason was barely alive when they found him, and so they shouldn't celebrate just yet. In a few words, he related what had happened to Jason, and how they'd found him. Kenny went from extreme depression to quiet joy and demanded he see Jason as soon as possible. Now the nurse responded, 'You can't unless your family or next of kin. He's in Intensive Care and on the Critical List. He's been put into an induced coma as he has extensive head injuries. When the doctors are confident his brain swelling has diminished they then may, and I stress may, bring him out of his coma. That's all I can tell you now.' 'I'm Captain Mark Peter's ma'am. Do you know if his family has been informed? They should be told before the story gets out in the media; it would come as a shock.' 'I don't know Captain, that’s for the front office . . .' 'Excuse me Sister, but my names Kenny Stamins, the son of Colonel Stamins. Jason is my lover, and we're planning a life together. I must see him, I must just let him know that I'm here for him, please.' 'Nice try young man, but the answers the same. If you can convince the doctor that your visit may be beneficial, then he may allow a visit. In the meantime, you just have to go home and wait. Also, give my regards (her name tag said Nurse Cousins) to your mother Ruth. She often visits the hospital and we all admire her.' (Sadly) OK, but a favor please, (the nurse looked expectant) will you please just say to him that I love him. Would you do me that favour please?' (Sincerely) That I will young man, that I will. He's very lucky to have someone like you to love him.' * * * 12.6 'Well here we are again Corporal, but this time we've got you cold and you've been charged with the attempted murder of Corporal Jason Meadows. 'You ain't got no proof about that, have you, and, as I've said before, I was just following orders.' 'Whose orders Corporal, whose orders?' '(Sitting back with a smug look on his face) The Colonel, our Colonel Garth Stamins, that's who.' 'What if I was to tell you that Colonel Stamins denies giving you any such order. Do you have something in writing?' 'Nah, cause not, he don't work that way. He gives me an order and I just do it. I love that old man.' 'I see. Well, it comes down then to your word against his, and I think the Colonel's gonna outrank you.' 'Nah, you wait and see; when it comes to me trial, he'll tell the truth because he's that sorta man. Integrity yeah, that's the word I'm lookin' for.' 'Well, that's interesting, good luck with that. Also, your two accomplices have given statements, clearly pointing to you as the instigator. They say (reading from one statement) they were blackmailed into assisting you because you held proof of their past wrong-doings. We've given them immunity against past misdemeanors so that they can give evidence against you. We still have you as our prime suspect in the Darwin park murders, but as you know, we just want you to confess without going to trial.' 'Yeah well, I won't! I've stood firm against all the shit you've tried on me, and ain't buckled. Go fuck yerself!' 'Noted. I don't want to go over old ground, but we advised that because the evidence could be construed as circumstantial, we would not proceed to a formal trial. (smiling) We both know you're guilty of the killings, in the same way you're guilty of attempting to kill Corporal Meadows. You must also realize that you must suffer punishment for your crimes.' 'What punishment? As soon as the Colonel gets on the witness box and exonerates me, I'll be found not guilty and there won't be any punishment.' ' You seem to rely heavily on the Colonel. Was it him that ordered you to kill those Americans? 'Nah, no. He jest told me he wished all poofters dead, and because I love the man I took that as an order. He didn't mention Americans, that was my doing, cause I hate them, Americans I mean. I just sorta killed . . . how does it go? . . . Two birds with one stone. (he, he) 'Thank you Corporal, you've been very helpful.' 'How have I helped? I don't understand.'

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