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Tuesday, October 27, 2015
TLR Chapter 25
I had started
writing last night and now I was a few hours into the essay today. A
lot of rolled up balls of paper were strewn all over the floor.I finally got a few pages done when Sawyer
came in the kitchen squeezing my shoulders reassuring me that things were
going to be ok.
“How are you doing,
babe?” Sawyer asked.
“I’d be ok if I
didn't have to write this god awful essay,” I answered.
Jenson, I hear you. This essay that I'm having you write is
to remind you first to be respectful and second that actions are
Relevant. Like when I ask you to
do laundry instead of you playing Wii. The third is Realistic meaning
I'll follow through on consequences.
And since your whining about the essay I've added one more R for Remove
as I will remove you from the situation when it’s called for,” Sawyer
“Ahh, Sawyer you
don't need to add another…”
“Ahh, yes I think I
do,” Sawyer said. “Now I think you need to go back and start all over.”
I gave a sigh and
went back and sat down and picked up my pencil began to write once again. It was going to be a long day.
TLR’s part time security guard, happy to be back from vacation, pulled up
in his jeep and parked in his usual spot in the resort’s employee parking
lot Monday night, ready to report for the night time shift until Duke
could come back to work.
The young man had
closed up the shooting range that he owned and managed. A few of the
fellows had stayed at the range and shared beer and pizza with Ryan. The young
owner had finally gotten the others to go on home, locked up and then took the
rest of the pizza and beer to his trailer where he proceeded to finish them off
and played his favorite video game. Before long he
realized that it was time for him to report for work at TLR. He was
running late and without thinking of how long it had been since he had finished
off his last beer, jumped into his jeep and drove to the resort. Once there he
found a golf cart and went to the security office to find out if Coral was ready
to turn over his shift to him.
Coral smiled when he
saw Ryan at the door to the security office and began to greet him, but a
moment later he got a whiff of beer emanating from the newly arrived security
officer and his jaw clenched in anger.
"What on earth
are you doing? Drinking and then reporting for work? You should know better
Ryan glared at
Coral. "I'm all right. I didn't drink that much." He said
sharply, swaying slightly before regaining his balance.
does not report for work after drinking, nor does he drink on the job. You're
security for God's sake. People depend on you for their safety and even a
little bit of alcohol will dull your reaction time. I'm really disappointed in
you right now, Ry."
Ryan continued to
glare at Coral. The alcohol, affecting his good judgment said, "Don't
preach to me Coral!"
you bucking to be written up for insubordination as well, Ryan? Don't you
think you're in enough trouble just showing up like this?"
Ryan's short temper
kicked in and he snapped, "You don't have to be pompous about it do you?
Of course I don't want to be written up, but don't tell me what I'm supposed to
do. I was just runnin' a little late is all."
Coral took a breath
and calmed himself. He leveled a look at Ryan and said, “Until Duke is
back, I'm head of security, and even when he returns, I'm still your superior
officer. Get your temper under control, you're an adult not a school kid, and I
can deal with you being a little late, that's not the issue here. The issue is
you showing up reeking of beer."
Coral's tone broke
through Ryan's befuddled mind and he bit his lip. "Yes Sir." He said
quietly. He remembered how Coral had handled his bad temper in the past, when
he was a student at the Police Academy and Coral one of his
instructors, with disciplinary measures, running, calisthenics, or
pushups. "I'll get back in my jeep and head back home then, since you
won’t let me go to work."
"No, I'm not
letting you drive like that. How you didn't get into an accident just getting
here I don't know. I'm calling James to take over and I'm driving you home.
Just sit down and wait for me." Coral ordered sternly. Not liking to
call after nine o’clock, but knowing this was something he couldn’t
deal with on his own, Coral picked up the handset and dialed James to explain
"I'll be right
there." James replied without a second thought. "Five minutes."
"Yes sir, five
minutes." Coral responded. Placing the handset back on it's base, he
turned toward Ryan and said, "James will be here soon. You sit.
Ryan went and sat
down, his head hanging down now. "Will I be fired?" The young man
softened slightly. "You won't be fired for one infraction, Ry. But you are
in trouble. What happens after this is up to James when he gets here."
With one last disappointed look at Ryan, he sat behind the desk, took out the
necessary form and did the write up while they waited for James. When
Coral was finished he said to Ryan, "You have to sign here," pointing
to the line waiting for the young security officer’s signature.
Shaking with fear
and anxiety, Ryan shakily signed the form and sat back down to wait for James
James, prompt as
ever, arrived exactly five minutes later. He got out of his golf cart and
strode purposefully inside, taking in the sight of the tall black man, half
sitting on the desk with his arms crossed, and then the smaller, dejected sandy
Coral, you go ahead and take Ryan home."
"Am... am I
fired?" Ryan asked. His voice held unshed tears and quavered slightly.
James looked at the
two men and said to Ryan, "Mr. O'Donnell, since this is the first time
such a thing has happened with you and you're usually prompt and do your work
I'm inclined to let this write up be a warning. If it happens again you'll be
fired and barred from TLR permanently. Is that understood young man?"
James asked his stern Marine Captain coming out.
"Yes Sir." He said softly.
"Then let Coral
take you home and I'll finish your shift."
"Come on Ry,
give me the keys to the cart, I’ll bring you back to your car and drive
you home." Coral said, holding out his hand for the key with a no nonsense
expression on his face.
Ryan gave Coral the
key to the golf cart. James watched until they were out of sight, and then
went on his way.
Coral and Ryan got
into the golf cart and the older man started the engine. He shot Ryan an angry
look and began to drive back to the employee's parking lot.
"Not to sound
selfish Ry, but it's not just your ass on the line, it's mine as well because I
recommended James hire you straight out of the academy."
Ryan sighed at the
angry look and words. He rode along with Coral silently.
"At least you're
not trying to make excuses." Coral said approvingly. "Give me your
car keys." He continued as they reached the parking lot. "Which one
is your car?"
Ryan said, "I
told you already, I'm all right, I can drive myself home."
"I thought we went over this already. You are not driving after
drinking. Now hand me your keys and tell me which one is your car." Coral
demanded, his dark eyes flashing with anger.
Ryan nearly threw
the car keys at Coral. "It's the blue jeep over there!" He snapped,
pointing to his jeep.
Coral caught the
keys, his lips pressed into a hard, straight line, the muscles of his jaw
working, his eyes slitted in anger. He walked around to the passenger side and
opened the door for Ryan to get in. He forced himself to relax before saying,
Ryan got into the
jeep, his arms crossed and a pout on his face and anger in his own eyes.
Coral then shut the
door, walked back around the jeep, got into the driver's side, adjusted the
seat and mirrors and started the engine.
"Put your seat
belt on, and no fooling around, young man." Coral growled. "You're in
enough trouble tonight without making it worse."
Ryan belted himself
in and remained silent for the rest of the ride. He knew Coral knew the way to
the range as Ryan did the qualifying for the security officers at TLR as well
as police and other security officers in the area and civilians with permits to
carry concealed weapons. Ryan also gave the instruction classes. When they
got to the entrance of the shooting range, he said, "You can just leave me
here I'll walk the rest of the way."
Coral was sorely
tempted to give the younger man's thigh a sharp smack. Lesson one, never strike
in anger, came to mind and instead of slapping the boy he struck the steering
games with me Ryan. Just tell me how to get to your house, because I’ve never
been there and that’s where I am dropping you off.
Ryan glared at him.
"This is where I live. I'll just walk in."
demand,Coral turned into the driveway and followed the familiar
road until it split in two directions. Usually he’d take the left road where he
could clearly see the firing range, so he turned down the right hand lane and
drove until he came upon a mobile home that had definitely seen better days. He
turned to look at Ryan expectantly.
belligerently, "Well now you've seen my home all right? Now just leave me
Coral got out of the
jeep and walked around the outside of the mobile home. Some of the windows had
been boarded up and the base that the home rested on was slanted, causing
one end of the mobile home to be higher than the other.
The screen door was
half off it's hinges and the screen was torn, and part of the roof had been
repaired using flattened aluminum cans.
Ryan pushed his door
open and then about to slam it, shut it instead, remembering it was his own
vehicle he'd be abusing. He walked to the door of the place and then glared at
Coral. "I'll need my keys back. The house key is on my ring!"
Coral glared back, “Don't
push your luck little boy." He said as he shouldered past the younger man
to unlock the door, which looked as though it had been broken into several
Ryan continued to
glare at Coral.
As the larger man
turned the lock and opened the door, his jaw fell open as he saw the interior.
Then the smell hit him. Old pizza and Chinese takeout, followed by the strong
smell of stale beer.
The garbage was
overflowing with takeout bags and boxes. Beer bottles littered the counters and
table. Everything was sticky and there was crusted food in some places. The
living room to the right of the kitchen held the computer and video game
equipment and though there were empty beer bottles on the coffee table and
shelves, the areas where the electronics were located were spotless
To the left was a
narrow hallway which held a small bedroom littered with cast off items, then a
bathroom with a washer and dryer with dirty clothes piled on top and spilling
over onto the floor. At the end of the hallway was the master bedroom, the bed
rumpled and looking like the sheets hadn't been washed in some time. There was
more dirty clothing strewn all over and the dressers held various
handheld video games, a DVD player and a stack of DVD's alongside it. The whole
place was basically a mess.
Coral stood there,
stunned that his friend had been living like this. Now he understood why Ryan
had never invited any of them to his place and his reluctance to allow himself
to be dropped off at his home tonight, instead insisting on walking to his home
Ryan gave Coral a
look. "You've seen my place, now you can go home. Pick me up for my shift
tomorrow so I can have my jeep back." He snarled.
Coming to a
decision, Coral looked at Ryan and said as calmly as he could, "Grab as
many of your clothes as you can. I'm taking you to my house."
Ryan looked at Coral
stunned. "To your house? Why?"
sleep in this. Hell you can't live in this. We're going to take as many of your
clothes with us as we can and wash them, you're going to sleep in my den. We'll
come back tomorrow to pick up anything else you want."
Ryan gave Coral
a puzzled look. "Why can't I sleep here? I've been doin' it for the past
four years now. It's where I live."
Coral looked around
the kitchen and saw an unopened box of garbage bags. He took one out and began
to fill it with dirty clothes. He made a mental note to talk to James
about having someone from housekeeping come over and clean the rest of the
"This is not
living. If the health department ever came here to inspect, it would be
condemned." Coral said as he kicked aside some debris to pick up another
layer of clothing from underneath.
dumbfounded at Coral asked, "What the hell are you doin'? I live
at least not for now. Not until this place is cleaned up and repaired." He
pulled his hand back quickly as roaches, disturbed by his efforts to clean, ran
for the nearest dark place.
Ryan shook his head.
"You're not goin' to take no for an answer I see."
"Not from you.
Not tonight." Coral retorted. He was appalled that his friend was living
like this and no one had known. It was clear to him that Ryan wasn't able to
live on his own in a responsible manner, at least not now.
"Now grab a bag
and start picking up some of your stuff. Shake 'em out before you put 'em in
the bag." He said, thinking about the roaches, he fought down a shudder.
Coral was a brave man, but roaches freaked him out.
Ryan said, "I
can't afford to live at TLR. I'm only part time."
don't have to live like this. You know that as an employee of TLR your home as
well as your meals are part of your wages. If James knew your living
conditions I know he'd find a place for you at the resort. And if it's money
you're worried about for your other living expenses, then you can stay with me.
We'll fix up the den as a bedroom for you and you'll have plenty of time to
move your stuff in. You are not going to live in this place one more
night. Do you understand me?"
Ryan huffed. "I
don’t remember anythin’ about livin’ at TLR for free and I don't understand
what all the fuss is about. I've been livin' here all this time and it's never
been a problem."
place is a dump. It's falling apart! And I don't even think I have to mention
the bugs. You can't live like this. You've been a guest in my house often
enough, and we've known each other long enough that you should have known I'd
have helped you." Coral didn't think it was the time or place to point out
to Ryan that he was obviously not able to take care of himself.
Ryan flushed and
looked away. He picked up a bag and went about gathering his clothes and shoes
not saying anything further, but his shoulders were slumped and he worried his
lower lip the whole time with his teeth.
The older man saw
his friend's dejected look and put a hand on his shoulder. "I'll take care
Ryan with a heavy
sigh said softly, "I think that's most of my stuff." He didn't look
"Ok then, tie
off the bags and we'll put them in the back of your jeep. We'll work out the
arrangements once we're home and we have the first load of clothes in the
Ryan glanced up and
said "I really don't need takin' care of, but if it makes you feel
Giving Ryan another
stern look, Coral retorted, “It seems to me that you do need looking
after, and it will make me feel better to know you're in a clean, safe
Ryan turned and
snapped, "Yes your majesty!"
"Zip the lip,
little boy, you're in a lot of trouble and your attitude isn't helping your
case." Coral growled.
Ryan bit his lip and
got quiet at Coral's words and growl.
Coral said with a curt nod. "Now let's get going, and no more lip."
He said, leading the way out of the mobile home and heading toward the jeep.
Ryan trailed behind
Coral silently, then looked back for a moment. He snatched the keys out of
Coral's hands without saying a word, locked the trailer door and then tossed
them back. He went on to the jeep in complete silence.
“Ry, I didn’t see
any guns in the trailer. Are they secured?”
“Yeah, they’re in
the safe at the range. All secure and safe behind a three foot thick wall
of concrete and steel. Alarm set and fully protected.” The range owner
Coral nodded then
tossed the bags into the back of the jeep and drove back to the resort.
Transferring the bags to the back of a golf cart and gesturing Ryan into the
passenger seat, he drove to his bungalow, making a beeline to the washing
machine with the first bag of clothes.
hungry?" He asked the young man who been standing in the doorway, unsure
of what to do next.
Ryan shook his head
and just watched Coral.
"Then come with
me to the den. I have an air mattress in the closet, we'll fill that up and you
can settle in for the night. We'll work out further details tomorrow."
Ryan followed Coral
into the den still silent and watched as the older man attached the
electric pump and blew up the mattress.
After Coral finished
that task, he went back into the closet and brought out two fluffy pillows,
sheets and blankets. He made up the mattress as comfortably as he could and
then looked at Ryan.
sleep in those clothes." He observed. "Strip down to your boxers and
I'll get you a pair of sleep pants and a tee shirt."
Ryan kicked off his
boots then got down on the floor and crawled onto the mattress still in his
clothes. His green eyes looked at the black ones and he turned on his side and
"Get up, Ry. I told you to take those clothes off. I'm going to get you
some clean clothes to sleep in. I know they'll be too big but they'll be more
comfortable than your uniform."
words he gave him a look, but got up and did as he'd been told.
Coral felt his jaw
clenching again. This boy was pushing his luck. He took the time while he
retrieved the clothes to calm himself down again. He returned shortly with
fleece sleep pants and a tee shirt.
"Here you go.
Like I said, they'll be a little big on you, but you'll be a lot more
stripped down to his shorts and put the clothes on. The oversized sleep clothes
made Ryan look much younger than his twenty-five years. He got down and crawled
back onto the air mattress.
"Atta boy. Lie
Ryan reluctantly did
as he was told.
Smiling and much
calmer now, Coral covered the boy with the blankets and wished him a good
night. He walked to the door and shut off the light before going into the
kitchen for a snack, and to contact James.
Once Coral left,
Ryan lay there in the dark quietly, but tossed and turned unable to sleep. He
never slept well in a strange place the first night, even though he’d been to
Coral’s home many times, it was the first time he’d ever spent the night.
Not knowing if James
were in cell phone range, Coral keyed in the walkie talkie, “Coral to James.
Are you back? Is Ryan all right? Over."
"Ryan is fine.
I have him at my place. I can't go into a lot of detail right now, but I had to
bring him home with me. Over."
James raised an
eyebrow even though Coral couldn't see him do so. "He didn't give you a
lot of trouble did he?" Over."
"He had a bit
of an attitude problem at first, but he settled down and he's bunked down in my
James nodded to
himself. "All right. I'll get the rest of the story from you in the
morning then. As long as you're both okay and he isn't giving you a lot of
trouble. If he does I can fire him. Over."
"I don't think
he needs firing, sir. I think he needs help. Over."
"Does he need an alcohol rehab program? We can help with that if so.
other things. I'll give you a full report in the morning. Over."
James nodded to
himself once again. "All right...do you need Heath to check on him?
Over." James asked.
morning, sir. Right now I just hope he can stay in bed and sleep it off.
"All right, but
if you need Heath anytime during the night don't hesitate to call him. If you
don't he'll scold you. Over." James warned.
Coral bit back a
smile at James's words. Heath did have a way of saying exactly what was on his
mind. "Yes sir. I'll keep a close eye on him tonight and call Heath if
anything happens. Over"
James smiled to
himself. "All right. See you and talk to you in the morning. Over and
Coral replied, placing the walkie talkie on the table beside him. He put his
head in his hands and said a short prayer for his friend.
When he finished he
found he'd lost his appetite. He wrapped up the sandwich he'd been making and
took out a can of soda. Normally he would have avoided caffeine so late
but he had no intention of sleeping tonight.
Feeling a need to
relieve himself Ryan pushed himself up and off the mattress and tripping over
the long sleep pants fell, fortunately onto the mattress.
Coral heard the thud
from the den and ran to see if Ryan was all right. "Ry?" He
asked, turning on the light in the hallway.
The young man
scrambled up off the bed and almost tripped over the sleep pants once again.
bent down and rolled the pant cuffs up, then tried to help the younger man up.
Ryan got to his feet
and began to head for the door.
on? Where are you going?" Coral asked, concerned.
Ryan shrugged and
continued to the door that led into the hallway to the bathroom.
little boy." Coral demanded, becoming angry again. He'd always liked Ryan,
but the boy was really getting on his nerves tonight.
"Oh now you want me to speak? I need to go to the damn bathroom!"
Coral took a deep
breath, coming to a decision. "Do what you have to do, and
I think we need to have a talk when you get back."
"Okay." He headed on to the bathroom. After finishing he returned to
the den and headed for the mattress on the floor. "That's better." He
said and sank down onto the mattress.
"I said we need
to talk before you settle down. Sit up." Coral said, kneeling down next to
Ryan sat up and
frowned slightly. "What?"
patient with you, but I'm going to tell you something and I want you to listen
good. You can talk if you want to talk, but if you give me anymore lip or
attitude you're going to regret it. Got me?" The tall black man asked,
black eyes boring into green.
"What are you goin' to do?"
"Test me one
more time and you'll find out." Coral warned. "Now are you ready to
go to sleep or do you need something else?"
Ryan sighed. "I
can't sleep. I have a hard time sleepin' in places I’m not used to." He
"Do you have a
night time ritual that would help you settle down? Music? Reading?"
Coral chuffed a
laugh. "Well, I don't have many video games and it's too late to play them
right now anyway. Can you think of something else?"
Ryan said hopefully,
"A beer will do it."
"Warm milk it
is. Sit tight." Coral said.
Ryan made a face.
"If you think
for one minute that I'm going to get you a beer then you're more drunk than I
thought." Coral smiled dangerously. "I'll be right back with your
Ryan sighed and
waited for Coral's return.
Coral heated up some
milk and as an afterthought he put some cocoa into it. Stirring it well he
brought it back to where Ryan was resting. "Here you go." He smiled.
Ryan smelled the
cocoa and took the cup from Coral. "Thank you" He said quietly and
sipped at the warm drink.
Coral waited until
the boy had finished the drink and then took the cup back to wash.
"Will you be all right now?" He asked gently.
"Yeah, I think
so. Thanks." Ryan said, settling back down on the mattress.
Coral smiled and
rubbed the young man's arm. "Good night then, Ry." He said,
pulling the covers over Ryan once again.
night." Ryan answered before shutting his eyes and falling into a
Early the next morning Coral, a light sleeper, woke to hear a noise
in the house. Instantly awake he made his way stealthily through the
bungalow. He quickly checked on Ryan only to find the boy not in his
bed. That was when he heard the refrigerator door close quietly.
He walked into the
kitchen noiselessly and found Ryan twisting open a beer. Angry, he strode
over to the boy and took the bottle out of his hands.
Ryan slightly confused
whirled around and yelled, "Hey! Gimme that!"
breakfast? Sorry Ryan, not going to happen," Coral said, pouring the
beverage out into the sink and rinsing the bottle automatically. “Sit at the
table, I'll make us some coffee, then we can talk about you sneaking a beer
before the sun is even fully up."
Ryan was pale and shaking
and he watched with horror as he saw the beer being poured out. He
shouted, "No! What did you do?! I needed that!" He jerked open the
refrigerator and grabbed another bottle of beer, twisting off the cap and
downing half of it in one long swallow glaring at the other man.
Without blinking, Coral
took the second bottle, and poured the remainder down the sink as
well. He then turned, took Ryan by the arm and landed a resounding swat
on the young man's backside.
"That will be enough
of that, little boy!" Coral ordered.
Ryan jumped and yelped,
"Ouch! What the hell did you do that for?" He pouted and rubbed his
bottom that stung now.
"You are not going to
disrespect me in my own house, young man. If you think I'm going to stand
by and let you destroy yourself with alcohol, you're wrong. Now unless
you want another one, I suggest you not reach for another bottle of beer, sit
down as you were told, and have some coffee. I'll have breakfast ready
Coral made sure Ryan was
seated before turning toward the refrigerator to gather food to make
breakfast. He counted the bottles of beer that were left over and was
glad to see that only the two bottles were missing. Coral took out a large bottle
of orange juice. He poured each of them a glass. "Drink this,
you need to get some liquids and vitamins back into that body of yours. You
look like death warmed over." He said. The boy's unusually pale
complexion and shaking were even more noticeable and Coral worried that Ryan's
drinking problem was worse than he thought.
Ryan could see the big man
was serious and sat down, his bottom still having a bit of a lingering sting.
He was feeling a little better with the bit of alcohol he had consumed, but his
head was aching and his yelling and shouting hadn’t helped. He propped his
elbows on the table and put his head in his hands. The smell of coffee and food
was making him queasy and he was turning a bit green as his stomach roiled.
Coral, observant as always,
placed a bucket next to Ryan's chair. He placed two slices of dry toast
in front of the boy. "Try to eat a little." He said, his
tone much kinder than it had been.
Ryan was still shaking some
and he really wished he could have another beer. It would make this misery
stop. "If you'd let me have a bottle of beer then I wouldn't look
like death warmed over." He said and pushed the glass of orange juice
away, it making him feel queasier.
Coral poured cream into the
coffee and added a generous amount of sugar, then placed that in front of Ryan
Actually, you're better off with a cool glass of water," he said, placing
that where the orange juice had been. "Try to eat that toast.
It might help with the nausea."
Ryan picked up a piece of
toast and tried to nibble on it and pushed the coffee away as well. "I
can't stomach the smell." He told Coral and suddenly put the toast down
and promptly emptied the contents of his stomach into the pail the man had
placed at his side.
Coral was immediately by
the boy's side, holding his head up so that the blood didn't rush to it. Once
Ryan was done, Coral helped him back up gently so as not to upset his stomach
any more, and helped the boy get some of the water down. Ryan moaned and was
Coral was surprised to hear
a knock on the door. Taking one last glance at the sick man and assuring
Ryan he'd be right back, he went to answer the door. He wasn't surprised
to find Heath standing there, medical bag in hand and looking grim.
"I heard from James
that you have a guest it need of my services."
right. Your timing couldn't be better. Please come inside. Ry is in
Ryan leaned over and made
use of the bucket once more.
Heath followed Coral into
the kitchen taking in the scene at the table.
Coral raced back into the
kitchen and held Ryan's head and hair back again.
"How long has he been
like this, Coral?” The young doctor asked.
Ryan sat back up once more,
tears in his eyes and shaking. "'m soorry." He apologized.
"I caught him just a
few minutes ago, opening a beer. He grabbed another one and sucked half
of it down before I could stop him. He's been sick for the past minute or
so. I was just about to call you."
The young man was shaking,
his skin was clammy, he was sweating, his eyes blood shot and his stomach was
Coral wasn't unmoved by
Ryan's pitiful appearance and put a comforting hand on the boy's shoulder.
"I tried to get him to
drink a little juice and have some toast to settle his stomach but everything
is making him sick." Coral explained to the doctor.
"Was he sick last
He pressed the glass of
water to Ryan's parched lips, trying to get to boy to get some fluid into
him. "I didn't hear him if he was... Ry?"
Ryan shook his head at the
doctor's question, wished he hadn’t, and cautiously drank some of the water.
Then the young man said,
"It began when I woke up along with this ragin' headache."
"I have some
non-aspirin pain reliever, Doc. Should I give him a couple of those, or
would his stomach just reject those as well? He can't afford to lose any more
fluid. His skin is dry as a bone."
"I doubt his stomach
can handle it and I'm afraid this is going to get worse before it gets
"Should we get him to
the infirmary?" Coral asked, concerned.
"No, I think we can
handle this here," Heath answered. "Let's get him back to bed
and I'll give him something to help."
“The blow up mattress is
kind of low, I'll just put him into my bed. It'll be easier to tend to
him there," Coral said, helping the young man up and leading him into his
own bedroom. Coral laid the boy gently on the bed. Ryan snuggled
down into Coral's large bed gratefully.
Heath sat his bag on the
night stand and pulled out a couple of silver packages. "Can you
pull his pants down for me, Coral?"
Coral gently rolled the
young man onto his stomach, tugging the sleep pants down as he did so.
"No!" He cried and tried to hold onto his pants.
"Stop that now,"
Coral commanded. "The doctor is just trying to help you."
"Easy, son, I'm not
going to hurt you," Heath tried to reassure the young man.
"This will help settle your stomach."
"Stop! What are you
doin'?!" Ryan cried panic and fear in his voice.
Heath opened the package in
front of Ryan's eyes so the boy could see what he was doing.
Ryan looked at the packet.
"What's that? What are you goin' to do with it?" He asked, his voice
small, scared and shaky.
"Since you can't keep
anything in your stomach, I'm going to insert some medication rectally.
Once that takes effect your headache should be gone.”
"Now, let Coral slip
those pants down. Then I want you to relax. This isn't going to
hurt." Heath reassured the younger man. “I’ll add another one
to help with the nausea."
Ryan bit his lip and
clutched the covers he was lying on and squeezed his eyes shut tightly.
"Ry, I need you to
Ryan let Coral pull his
pants down the rest of the way, but was scared and couldn't help clutching onto
the covers for dear life and biting his lower lip, hard. "Go ahead."
He said in a tight voice.
Heath easily slipped both
bullets into Ryan. And pulled the boy's sleep pants back up.
"You need to lay still for a few minutes and let the meds work," he instructed.
Ryan let his breath out
that he had been holding and said, "Yes Sir." He relaxed his grip on
the covers now and lay still, the feeling of the suppositories both a bit
uncomfortable, but in a way strangely comforting. He'd never had suppositories
before and he found the sensations a bit confusing.
Coral went into
the kitchen and retrieved the bucket. He then went into
the bathroom, dumped and rinsed it and then dampened a washcloth before
bringing the items into the bedroom. He cleaned Ryan's face and mouth
before settling the bucket closer to the bed.
Ryan," Heath asked,
"how long has your drinking been a problem?"
Ryan craned his head over
his shoulder. "It's only a problem for others, not for me." He
griped. "I don't have a drinking problem," Ryan answered with a
crooked grin. "I drink, I get drunk, no problem."
"Any drinking that
leaves you in this condition is a problem," Coral disagreed.
Ryan shrugged. "I can
do everythin' just fine. I come to work, I do my work and I don't come to work
drunk and I don't drink on the job. I only drank a bit more last night because
the boys at the firin' range stayed late and we had pizza and beer. I don't see
what the problem is. A couple of beers in the morning and I'm okay for the rest
of the day until late afternoon or evening when I drink again, if I'm going to
work I make sure to stop drinking' in enough time to not have it on my breath
or impair me." He told Heath with Coral listening.
Coral frowned. "I
could smell the beer on you from across the room, Ryan, so don't give me
that. It smelled like you'd taken a bath in the stuff."
Ryan frowned as well.
"I told you it was because I lost track of time with my friends and I
didn't realize it was so close to my report time or I would have stopped earlier
like I usually do."
"The fact that you
have to drink in the morning just to feel better from the night before is a
warning signal, young man." Coral maintained.
“Coral’s right, Ryan,”
Ryan shrugged. "It
works so what's wrong with it?"
"It means you're not
as in control of your drinking as you think." Coral retorted.
"And from what I saw
last night, it's not helping you in your daily life either."
Ryan snapped, "It's
none of your business as long as I arrive for work unimpaired and don't drink
on the job and perform my job well."
"What did you see last
night, Coral," Heath asked.
"His trailer is
falling apart. There were dirty clothes and trash all over the place, not
to mention the roach problem. I don't know what all else might have been
living in there besides him. We gathered up as many of his clothes as possible
in a short time and brought them here to be washed. But the trailer itself is
uninhabitable, as far as I'm concerned."
Ryan had the ability still
to feel somewhat embarrassed at what Coral had seen last night. "If he'd
left me at the entrance and let me walk to my house like I had wanted to then
he wouldn't have had to see any of that."
"It's a good thing I
did," Coral replied. "You can't live in conditions like that,
Ryan. And I told you last night, if I'd known earlier that you weren't
taking care of yourself, I'd have stepped in sooner."
"Ryan, let me ask you
something. Do you like living that way? Do you want continue living
like that?" Heath asked.
"Heck, I've been
livin' there for the past four years, ever since I left my parents. No one has
said I couldn't live there. It was the office for the firin' rage and I could
see no reason not to live there too."
"Were you paying rent
for that dump?" Coral asked angrily.
Ryan looked at Heath and
shrugged. "Doc, it's a place to live and it's cheap since I own it. I only
have to pay the electricity and internet. I eat take out so I don't have to
cook and I put on the propane when it gets really cold in the winter."
"I can understand that
Ry, but maybe part of your problem is that you are alone too much," Heath
"You were complaining
to me last night that money was an issue for you. If you bought groceries
and cooked at home you'd save a lot of money." Coral pointed out.
"And I saw all those games and gaming systems. No one needs that
many. Cut down on those and you'll save even more money."
Ryan frowned. "I can't
cook and my video games keep me company."
"Then perhaps Heath is
right and you're too much alone. I think moving in with me, at least
temporarily, would be a good idea." Coral said, thinking that it would
also be a good way to keep a closer eye on the boy.
Ryan frowned. "I'm
grown up, I'm not a kid."
Coral made a mental note to
contact James after Heath finished tending to Ryan.
Heath was quiet for a
moment then said, "Ryan you are going to need help until you are feeling
better and Coral's offer is the perfect solution."
Ryan glanced from one man
to the other. "Are you sayin' that if I don't do all this I'll lose my job
here at TLR? Did Mr. Harrington put you up to this?" He asked a bit
"James is all for
getting you the help you need, he didn't put us up to anything. Right now
he doesn't know any more than what happened last night. I'm to give him a
report this morning, after we're done here."
Heath saw the boy
wince. "I think you should try and get some sleep, Ry, and will talk
about this later," Heath said. "How's your stomach? If your stomach is better let me give you
something to help with the withdrawal."
Ryan said, "My stomach
is feeling a bit better and that sounds good Doc." He sighed feeling the
weight of everything on him right now. He glanced at Coral and said a bit
belligerently, "Go ahead and give him your report and don't forget to make
sure you tell him what a loser Ryan O'Donnell is." Ryan rolled over onto
his side and glanced from one man to the other...
"You're not a loser,
Ryan O'Donnell. You just need help." Coral said in a gentler tone.
"If you're the adult you say you are, then you'll accept the help, without
further attitude. In the meantime, you should do as Heath said and get some
Ryan bit his lip, tears in
his green eyes and said in a dispirited tone, "Whatever you say, do
whatever you have to."
“Ry, most of this is the
alcohol talking and not really you. We understand that but the choice to
change has to be yours."
Heath handed Ryan a Librium
pill and a glass of water. "Here, see if you can get this
"In the meantime, you'll
stay with me. Heath will help you maintain your health, and we'll figure out a
budget for you. We're your friends, Ry. We're here to help."
Ryan sighed and took the
pill offered. "'Kay...I'll try it for a while, but what about the firein'
range and my place?"
Heath watched as Coral
helped the young man hold the glass to his lips and smiled.
"I'll check on
it," Coral reassured the young man. "I know a guy who can look
after it for you until you're back on your feet."
Coral hadn't gotten much
sleep the previous evening, constantly waking for any sound from Ryan, but he
wasn't due back to work til Thursday and he planned to go to the trailer and
clean it up as much as he could after he spoke to James.
Ryan nodded. ''Kay, but it
won't be for long. Then I'll go back to my place. I'm sure I'll feel better in
a few days."
While Heath and Ryan
talked, Coral went out into the kitchen and removed every bottle of beer he had
from his refrigerator. He put them in a bag and placed the bag outside
his door to be removed later. He went back into the kitchen and called
out "Does anyone want a cup of coffee? Ry, how's your stomach? Think
you can handle some toast and juice now?"
Ryan looked at Heath.
"My stomach and headache seem better."
"Do you feel like eating
Ryan said, '"I can try
some toast I think."
Not receiving an answer to
his question, Coral went back into the bedroom in time to hear Ryan's response.
"Ok, toast coming
up... do you feel you could drink something? I can bring you a glass of
Ryan thought about the
water and then said, "'Kay I'll try some water."
Nodding approvingly, Coral
went back into the kitchen, made some fresh toast and got a bottle of water
from his fridge to bring to Ryan.
He entered the room
smiling, glad his friend was feeling better and was surrounded by
friends. "Here you go, kiddo. And don't get any crumbs in my
bed, got me?" he grinned.
Ryan grinned back
mischievously for the first time since the night before and said, "Just
for swattin' me I should leave crumbs in your bed."
"Leave crumbs in my
bed and you'll get more than a swat, brat." Coral grinned back.
Ryan pouted. "You
wouldn't hit a man when he was down would you?"
"You won't be down for
long, pal, and I know where you sleep." Coral growled, his tone belied by
the twinkle in his dark eyes.
"Well I think I've done all I can for now." Heath
chuckled. “Coral I’m going to leave more Librium pills for him to take
over the next few days and the suppositories for nausea if needed and pain if
he has cramps and such. I’ll check on him a couple of times a day. Let me
know if his condition worsens. The Librium will keep the shakes and the
seizures under control. It should also help with the anxiety as well
as any hallucinations that can occur from the DT's."
"Thanks doc, I still
have to go see James, do you mind staying with him for about an hour?"
problem." Heath answered. "He should sleep soon."
"Thanks doc, and
you," Coral said, training his eyes on Ryan, "Get some sleep.
I'll be back in a little while. Understood?"
"Bossy, bossy, bossy pants. I'll get some sleep." He yawned at that
and settled comfortably on his side.
Coral smiled, resisting the
urge to give the boy a hug. He picked up some clean clothes and dressed
in the bathroom before calling James.
Heath smiled at Ryan,
"He cares about you and just wants you to be safe, you know?"
Ryan looked up at
Heath and nodded. "Yeah, Coral's been a good friend to me ever since he
was my instructor at the police academy." He couldn't suppress another
wide yawn and his eyes began to close.
Heath pulled the
blanket up over the sleeping boy's shoulders and left him to sleep.
James was at his desk cat
napping as he had come into the office after his long night, taking Ryan's
shift. He wondered how the young man was doing when he was startled by the
ringing of the phone. "Harrington here." He answered.
Coral. Is it too early to come and talk to you?"
"No, of course not, come on over Coral. Maybe after we talk I'll go on
back to my house and take a cat nap and let Jax watch over me." He teased.
Coral smiled. He was
sure that the kid was capable of just about anything, James and Heath had been
taking such good care of him.
"All right then,
I'll be there in five." He said.
"All right, I'll be waiting, but if it's more than five I might be
asleep." He laughed.
reminding me, I'll be sure to bring the bull horn. See you in a few."
Coral said, hanging up before he realized he'd completely forgotten his
manners. He shrugged. If James wanted to call him on it he would apologize. In
the meantime, he called a goodbye over his shoulder and headed out.
He arrived at
James's office in record time and knocked politely at the door.
James laughed as he
hung up the phone. In five minutes there was a knock on his door and he called,
"Come on in Coral."
James. I'll try not to keep you too long." The tall black man said,
Before James could
ask, Coral filled him in on Ryan and his living conditions.
taking care of him now, and I was going to head over to do a little cleaning,
but I was wondering if we could get someone from housekeeping over there to fix
the place up."
James sat there
and listened as Coral described the conditions Ryan had been living in and
shook his head. "I'd be happy to send someone from housekeeping over to
clean up the place, Maybe Jeff will allow Mutt, if he’s feeling up to it to go
over to take a look at what repairs need to be done and perhaps he can
recommend someone to do some of them."
James. Right now, Ryan is in the denial stage and won't admit he has a problem.
Heath gave him something to help with his symptoms and is going to keep an eye
on him til I get back."
"Is there anything I can do to help, or do you think you have things under
"I'm sure that
if Heath thinks there's a bigger problem, he'll tell you. In the meantime I'm
headed over to the trailer." He couldn't help an embarrassed expression,
"Uh, do you mind if I raid the supply closet for some bug spray. He's got
some unwelcome houseguests and I, ah, well they give me the judders."
"No, take what you need.”
"Once I'm done
picking up the trash and putting the dishes in to soak, I wouldn't complain if
Mutt came to assess the trailer, and if anyone from housekeeping happened to
show up, I wouldn't complain about that either."
“Let me make a quick
phone call to housekeeping and get a team over there, then I'll call
Jeff and maybe Mutt can come with you." James said, picking up the
phone and calling housekeeping.
James." Coral smiled gratefully at his friend and boss.
After a short
conversation, James looked up and smiled at the tall man before
him. "All right Coral, housekeeping will send a team of cleaners
who aren't concerned about bugs, they said they should be there in
about forty-five minutes....I know how to get to the firing range, but how do
you get to Ryan's trailer?"
"There's a fork
in the road Ry's trailer is at the end of the right fork behind some
"All right. Thank you, you're a good friend to Ryan,
Coral." James said before putting the hand set back up to his ear and
relaying the directions to the head of housekeeping.
friends are for, and TLR is more like a family in my mind."
James smiled as he
hung up. "It's exactly what we strive for, do you want to stick
around a few minutes to see if Mutt can go with you?"
place isn't going anywhere." Coral joked. "Unless it falls off it's
"Or if the bugs
carry it away." James teased. “Let
me give Jeff a call now." He dialed Jeff's number.
James," Jeff said, looking at the caller ID. "How are you this
"I'm a bit tired. I had to take over Ryan O'Donnell's shift last
"Ry... is he
all right?" Jeff asked, concerned. He liked the young man.
James went on to
explain Ryan's situation and what Coral found out after driving him home.
Jeff sighed. He
suspected something but had never had any proof about Ryan. "Hold on a
second, James, please, let me get Mutt."
James could hear
Jeff calling Mutt, and someone limping quickly and groaning at the same time.
He grinned when he
heard Jeff scold, "Take your time, there’s no need for you to hurry, young
man. James would like to talk to you."
"Did I do
something wrong?" Mutt asked worriedly.
"Not that we're
aware of." Jeff said arching his eyebrows. "Did you?"
"Then you have
nothing to worry about. Now James is waiting," He said, holding the
handset out to Mutt.
Mutt took the
handset and put it to his ear. "Good morning, James. What's up?"
Mutt. I have a favor to ask of you."
anything." Mutt replied.
James smiled, even
though Mutt couldn't see it. "Mutt I'd like you to go with Coral. He found
out last night that our young security officer Ryan is living in a trailer
that's in bad shape. I'd like you to take a look at it and see if it's salvageable
and if it is what work needs to be done and what you think it might cost to do
it. I know you're very capable of making such decisions and reports."
Mutt raised his own
eyebrows in surprise. He had no idea that Ryan was so bad off. "Sure,
where does Coral want to meet? Parking lot?"
questioningly at Mutt and Mutt put up a finger to say one minute.
James covered the
mouthpiece with his hand. "Do you want to meet Mutt or pick him up?"
all he went through, I'm sure that Mutt is still a bit sore so I'll pick
him up and we'll go from there." Coral said decisively.
James nodded his
head. He uncovered the mouthpiece and said, "Coral will pick you up."
I'll be waiting." Mutt replied.
Mutt. I appreciate this." James said to the younger man.
you, James," Mutt smiled.
James smiled. “All
right Mutt. Coral will be there soon. Good-bye."
James hung up and
smiled at Coral. "Everything's set. Mutt will be waiting for you. Let me
know how everything went when you get back okay?"
James." Mutt said. Hanging up, he turned to Jeff to explain the situation.
"Well of course
we have to help him.” Jeff agreed. “Promise me that you’ll be careful and
not over do. Let me know if you need me for anything."
Mutt said, going up on tip toe to plant a careful kiss on his husband's lips.
Minutes later Coral
arrived to pick Mutt up and drove him to the trailer. Mutt's eyes widened when
he saw the condition of the vehicle his friend had been living in.
Coral and Mutt
walked in, wrinkling their noses at the smell and then promptly opened windows.
"There's a lot
of water damage here." Mutt noticed. "I wouldn't be surprised to find
mold in the walls." Was his first assessment.
The cleaning crew
arrived shortly after Mutt and Coral. They set to work putting to rights what
they could. They set out traps to rid the place of the creepy crawlers and
a couple of furry little visitors as well.
did their job, Mutt walked around the property. Despite his injuries,
and with Coral's help, they raked the dead leaves and branches into a pile to
be removed later. The grass needed cutting so Mutt saw to that while
Coral trimmed the hedges. When they finished, Mutt walked around the
outside of the trailer again and found several holes where the furry
critters had gotten in.
"I don't think
this place is worth repairing, Cor." He said somberly. "It's a dump
even after being cleaned up."
Just then the head
of the cleaning crew approached Coral. "Coral, I believe we've done the
best we could with the place." He glanced at the trailer that was still
not a very pleasant place to live in. “I do hope it's as satisfactory as
it can be."
Coral smiled at the
man and said, "If you did half as good a job as you do at the resort, I'd
be willing to bet he could eat off the floor if he had to." He
The man smiled.
"Thank you, if there's nothing else required, we'll be returning, but I'd
like you to take a look before we leave."
Coral said, following the man back into the trailer. He smiled approvingly. The
place was spotless, the dishes washed and set to dry, a load of laundry in the
washing machine, and no sign of any life that didn't belong there.
The man smiled.
"I hoped you'd approve."
"You did a
fantastic job. Thank you." Coral responded. He knew that James was going
to pay them extra and they definitely deserved it.
The man asked,
"You won't forget to put the things from the washer into the dryer will
you? Or do you want me to have one of my staff stay to look after that?"
right. Mutt and I need to stay here a while longer. We'll wait for the clothes
to be done and take them back to the resort with us."
The man nodded.
"Very good. We'll be taking our leave then." The man and his crew
loaded up into one of the TLR vans and headed back to the resort.
While Coral had been
inspecting the work, Mutt had called Torren and Adam, and explained the
situation with the trailer. "It's clean now but there are a lot of holes
that have to be patched up in the meantime. I think the whole place is going to
have to be junked but if Ry is going to come back and live here, we should make
it as safe for him as possible."
"Do you want us
to come out now?" Torren asked.
"Let me talk to
James first. He might want to come out and look the place over himself. I'm
just giving you a heads up."
Coral came out in
time to hear the last of the conversation. "I hate to call James again, he
didn't get any sleep last night. Can the rest of this wait til tomorrow?"
"I think Torren
should at least come out and patch up the holes so that nothing else crawls in
tonight." Mutt suggested.
Coral sighed. Mutt
had only just told him that the place wasn't worth saving but he understood the
"All right. Get
Tor out here to do the patch job and we'll talk to James in the morning."
Mutt said, smiling. He called Torren back and asked the other man to bring the
Torren and Adam
arrived about twenty minutes later with everything that Mutt said they needed
and began work. When they finished, they loaded the bags of trash and bundles
of lawn debris and put them into the back of the truck. They would
stop at the dump before returning to the resort.
"I don't know
about you but I need a shower." Torren said, wiping sweat from his
Adam said, looking Torren in the eyes and smiling.
room." Mutt joked.
to." Adam leered at Torren hurrying to finish so they could get back to
James, waking from
his nap a few hours later, picked up his cell phone and called Coral.
"How is everything Coral?"
did a spectacular job. Mutt called Adam and Torren to come and fix as much as
could be done, but he says he thinks the trailer isn't salvageable. He's
worried about mold in the walls from all the water damage from the leaks in the
"That's too bad. Of course Ryan can have a bungalow here at TLR as an
"All right then
sir. We just have to wait for a load of laundry to dry and we'll head
"All right. When you get back you can talk to Ryan about what you found
out and let him know there's no problem with him having his own bungalow here
unless you don't think he should be living alone right now and want him to stay
with you? Either way it's not a problem."
"I'd like to
have him living with me, sir. I'm pretty positive that left on his own he'll go
right back to his old ways."
"Then I'll approve him living with you Coral and if you need anything from
me I'm always available and willing to help any way I can."
James. I may need some help in getting him to agree to stay with me until he's
"I'll tell him he either has to stay with you or he's fired."
Coral raised his
eyebrows but didn't contradict James. Coral was no stranger to tough love. He
just hoped that Ryan would be cooperative. "All right, sir. Mutt and I
will be back soon."
"All right...and Coral?"
"If you want to
be responsible for Ryan, you know what TLR is all about." He said, knowing
he didn't have to say more.
Coral said, understanding what James hadn't said. "I'll do my best with him."
Coral. I know the two of you have history together and I'm sure he trusts you
even if he pushes you."
"He pushes everyone, but he won't get away with it with me. I'll take care
of him." He reassured the older man.
James said, "I
knew I could count on you Coral. He's a good kid."
"Yeah, he is.
Thank you sir. I'll talk to you again later when I get back home."
"All right. I'm going to go take care of some things too. Good bye for now
Coral. See you soon."
After he hung up he
turned to look for Mutt. He saw the younger man disconnecting and
collecting all of Ryan's game stations and games and putting them into a box.
Seeing Coral's raised eyebrows, he said, “We really shouldn't leave them
here, and if he's anything like me and my games he's going to want
Coral watched as
Mutt carefully placed everything into the box and test it to see if it would
hold. He huffed in frustration because he was still so sore from is
encounter with Gene.
Coral took the box
from Mutt, frowning, making a mental note to limit Ryan's game time. He
liked games well enough himself, but it looked as though that was all that Ryan
did, and it wasn't healthy.
"I'm ready when
you are." Mutt smiled.
They loaded the box
of games and the bags of clean laundry into the back of Coral's truck and
headed back home.
After dropping Mutt
at his home, Coral returned to his bungalow and placed the box containing
Ryan's games on the kitchen table. He walked into the living room to find Ryan
sitting in the recliner, watching television with a can of Coke beside him,
looking and apparently feeling much better.
Ryan looked up.
"Hi Coral. Heath said he had to go back to the infirmary to work on some
things, so Duke came over to keep me company."
"I'm glad he
did, I’m also glad to see you looking better. How do you feel?"
"Better, not sick to my stomach anymore and no headache."
Duke ambled into the
room from the hallway where the bathroom was and smiled at Coral. “Hi Coral,
Heath asked if I would stay with Ryan. I was bored and not doin’ anythin’ so it
helped us both out.”
Coral smiled at the
big man who was his superior officer and boss. “Good to see you out and about,
Duke. When are you coming back?”
“Whenever my jailer says I can.”
Coral laughed and
put a hand on the other man’s shoulder and squeezed. “It won’t be too much
longer I’m sure before he allows you some light duty.”
Duke sighed and
nodded. “I know. Now that you’re back, Coral, I’m goin’ back. Jake will be by
to check on me in a while, like he usually does, and if I’m not there he’ll
call out the Calvary.”
Coral smiled. “All
right Duke, Thanks for staying with Ryan.”
Ryan smiled. “Yeah
Duke, thanks it was nice to have company.”
Duke grinned at both
men. “It was my pleasure. I’ll see you both soon.”
Coral and Ryan
smiled back and nodded.
Duke left Coral’s
bungalow and headed back to his own place.
approvingly at Ryan as Duke left. "Why don't you turn off the TV for a
while and we'll talk about a few things." His tone making it clear that it
wasn't really a request.
slightly, but flicked the TV off with the remote. "What do you want to
talk about?" He asked warily.
your trailer. It's been cleaned up and some repairs have been made, but Mutt
says there's mold, and he thinks that it isn't worth saving. That means that I
want you to stay here with me until we can figure out what our options
Ryan opened his
mouth to protest, but closed it and slumped in his chair. "All
right." He said softly.
"Want to tell
me what's bothering you, Ry?" Coral asked gently.
"Nothing...I gotta do as you say anyway, I ain't got no choice."
spoken to James yet?" Coral asked, wondering if James had told Ryan what
he'd told him.
Ryan shook his head.
"No, I haven't seen James or talked to him."
kiddo. James did say he wants you to stay with me. It won't be all bad,"
He said, as he walked back into the kitchen to bring Ryan the box of games.
Ryan's green eyes
lit up as he saw what Coral brought into the living room. "You got my
games!" He grinned. "Can I set 'em up right now?" He asked
reaching for the box. "Let me see...we'll have to move a few things around
to set 'em up and I'll have to see if the TV's got the right hook ups...if not
we'll have to get a newer TV." He went on planning out his games.
"Wait just one
minute, young man, we've got to lay out some ground rules before you set
anything up." Coral said sternly.
Ryan looked at
Coral. "Ground rules? Why?"
“Because you're not
going to be sitting in front of that game console all day every day. You're
going to have time restrictions."
Ryan looked shocked.
"I'm not a kid, I'm a grown man and if I want to spend all day playing
video games then it's my own business."
living with me, and you will be for some time, you'll have chores to do around
the house, as soon as you're better. And then you'll have your shift to cover.
You're not going to have time to sit and play video games all day. If you
disregard my words, little boy, you won't be sitting at all. Understood?"
Ryan looked at
Coral. "You...well don't have the right." He pouted. “We're not
partners..." He trailed off and then bit his lips thinking he had just
said too much.
partners, you're right about that. But you've proven to me that you need
guidance and help, and I'm your friend."
Ryan looked at Coral
studying him for a long moment and then nodded. "Yes, you've been my
friend for a long time Coral, but you never swatted me before this mornin'
and...well, it sounds like you want to take that further."
"Only because I
care about you Ryan. You've been on your own and by yourself for too long, and
you obviously don't take care of yourself. I'm here to help you, and if the
occasional swat is needed, then I'll deliver that as well."
Ryan said, "I
noticed...but a couple of times you said things that sound like you want to do
more than the occasional swat. I'm not sure how I feel about that."
Coral took a breath,
gathering his thoughts before answering. "You have a bad temper, Ry, and
it gets in the way of your relationships with other people. That needs to stop.
You need someone to guide you, help you with your temper, take care of you, and
I believe that I'm that person."
Ryan bit his lip he
knew what Coral said about his temper was true. "How can you help
"By being there
for you to stop the negative behavior, teach you better living habits, help you
with your problems, be there when you need a shoulder, and sometimes, not
always, disciplining you when you get too far out of line."
"What kind of discipline? Swats?"
sometimes. Extra chores. Writing lines to get a point through to you. And if
those don't work, if you need it, I might take you over my knee and give you a
sound spanking. But I'm hoping that you'll work with me and it won't come to
that." Coral said quietly.
Ryan's green eyes
widened. "S-spankin'? I'm way too old for that!"
Coral smiled in an
understanding manner. "That's what I said to my commander the first time
he did it to me. He said that as long as I continued to behave badly, then I
was obviously not too old to be spanked."
Ryan looked at Coral
in shock. "Y-you?!"
broadly. "Yep. Me. I thought that giving you extra pushups and such was
sufficient but given your behavior and seeing your living conditions, I'm of
the opinion that you need to learn discipline as much as I did."
Ryan bit his
lip. "Umm...it helped you? What did you do?"
"It was hard to
submit at first. I was cocky and sure of myself and thought that he couldn't
possibly help me in any way... until the first time he walloped me. That was an
eye opener." He laughed.
"Why did you ...um...submit?"
"Because I knew
I deserved it. After a while I knew I needed it. He changed my attitude and my
life. I was headed down a very bad path and he helped steer me in the right
"You don't need
"I may feel the
need for it on occasion, but I've learned to think before I act or speak, and
that helps me to be a better person."
"So he still does it?"
"He comes to
visit now and again, and he threatens to do it, but he hasn't in years because
he knows I learned my lessons well."
Ryan nodded. "I
don't think I'd want that."
"No one wants a
spanking, Ry. There's a purpose to it, and that purpose is to help you be a
better person. To think before you speak or act out, to teach you to take
better care of yourself and your belongings, and to ask for help when you know
you need it. Whether that's a hand to help you move, or a hand on your backside
Ryan asked softly,
"You care that way for me? I still have my parents."
aren't here. I am. And yes, I do care enough about you to want to you have a
good life. I was very fond of you in the academy. I saw great potential in you,
and that potential hasn't been met from what I can see. I'm not going to stand
by and let you drown."
Ryan bit his lip and
hung his head. "I've liked you too."
"Then let me
help you." Coral replied frankly.
Ryan's green eyes
came up and met the black ones and he said softly, "'Kay...but it's sort
of scary, but I'm a big boy. I'm a security officer...I'm not supposed to be
scared of anythin'."
nothing to be scared of," Coral said, sitting on the arm of the recliner
and putting a comforting hand on Ryan's shoulder. "I'll never give you
more than you deserve or can handle, and Ry...?"
Coral?" He asked hesitantly.
over, it's over and done with. Forgotten and forgiven. Understood?"
Ryan looked puzzled.
"You mean whatever you may spank me for is done then?"
"As long as
you've learned from the experience, then the subject is dropped. If you forget,
then I'll have to reinforce it, but no matter what, you'll always be
"All right Coral...I'm always forgiven?"
Coral put a
comforting arm around the younger man. "Always." He said with
snuggled closer to Coral.
will you do that to me for?" He asked quietly.
your own health and safety for one thing." Coral answered calmly.
"All the poor habits you've developed, not eating right, drinking,
playing video games when you’ve used your allotted time, not taking
responsibility for picking up after yourself, dirty clothes all over the place
and bad attitude, disobeying things I place in order for you, defiance, being
sneaky, deceitful and doing dangerous things."
"You can have
fun, but within boundaries. As I said before, you're not going to be in front
of the television all day, playing games. You'll need to get a reasonable
amount of sleep every night and after your shift when you go back to
"I suppose if I
smoked you wouldn't let me do that either."
Smoking ruins more than your health. It's bad for your teeth, your skin, your
lungs. If you want to be a successful security guard, you're going to have to
do some running. You won't be able to do that while you're gasping for
Ryan said, "I
can run and I don't smoke anyway."
going to keep it that way." Coral replied sternly. "If I catch you
smoking you won't sit for a week that goes for drinking too."
Ryan's green eyes
widened. "Havin' a few beers don't hurt!"
hurt you. Your judgement is impaired, as well as your reaction time. You don't
seem to know when to stop. You don't seem to know what your limits are, and
that has to stop."
"I don't drink
on the job ever and I always make sure I don't drink for a few hours before
comin' to work...last night I just lost track of time!" Ryan protested,
pulling away from Coral now.
patiently, "Ry, we've been over all that. It's not just that you lost
track of time. It's the irritability I'm seeing now that you've been off the
alcohol for a bit, drinking in the morning isn't normal. People who don't have
a problem have one or two and they're good, they don't continue on until they
pass out or lose track of time or their judgment. People who have a problem can
find a million excuses why it's not a problem, people who don't can find a
million why it is. I care about you buddy and I really don't want to see you go
down that path. We can stop this now if you'll be cooperative and work with me
here. I don't want you to lose your job either and that will happen if you keep
Ryan listened to
Coral's words. He sighed. He knew deep inside Coral was right, but a part of
him didn't want to admit it. "I know Coral...I don't want to be spanked so
I can't sit for a week though...that swat you gave me hurt enough." He
"Then do as
you're told, and there won't be any reason for me to swat you. Deal?"
Coral smiled, a
genuine smile, and held out his hand to shake Ryan's. "Deal."
Ryan for the first
time since all this happened gave Coral his boyish, charming smile that lit up
the green eyes. "Deal."
Unable to resist the
bright smile, Coral smiled back and pulled Ryan into a hug. He knew that it was
going to be a long haul, but for his friend, he was in for as long as it took.
Ryan couldn't resist
snuggling into the big man as he was pulled into the hug. "Thanks
Coral." He said softly, "Thanks for carin'."