The Inlet

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The Inlet

Chapter 3

Joey and Carl Barkin were identical twin brothers. They lived on the lower east side of Manhattan. Their father deserted them when they were not quite two years old, forcing their mother to sell herself on the streets to make ends meet. She had no other skills. Usually, she brought her johns home and told the boys not to disturb her as she took her trade into her bedroom. The boys were instructed to stay in their room and not to come out until she called them. Of course, they peeked through the keyhole often enough, and by the age of five they knew how a penis and vagina were meant to be used, i.e., for profit.

Mary Barkin was not a bad sort. She had no other choice but to do what she did. She neither drank nor used drugs, and even if she wanted to smoke, she could not afford the price of cigarettes. She provided her boys with food, clothing, shelter and nothing else. By the time they were fifteen, they were running drugs for a dealer and making more money in a week than their mother had made in the past year. Using their new found wealth, they convinced their mother to get off the streets, and just in time. She was beginning to lose her youth and her good looks, and tricks were getting harder and harder to come by. She was only capable of attracting drunkards and drug addicts, who were high on cocaine, crack, or heroin. Once she stopped soliciting, the boys sent her to a trade school, and she learned secretarial skills. She got a job as a secretary for a stock broker. Little by little she regained some of her good looks as she paid more and more attention to her grooming. The stock broker took her out to dinner when they worked late, but he never made a move on her.

The boys were truly street wise. They knew that they should never take drugs themselves or they would start a sharp descent into a deep abyss aimed straight to hell. The dealer tried hard enough to get them hooked, but to no avail.

They delivered steadily for the dealer until they were nineteen, and then they got entrapped by a narco cop. Mary got them out on bail, but eventually they were each sentenced to 7 years for possession. They never revealed the source of their stash, thereby earning major brownie points with the dealer and his boss. At the prison, the guard who processed them was smitten by their youthful and innocent good looks. He allowed the brothers to share a cell, figuring that they could look after each other. He had no doubt they would be claimed and raped immediately by the older, tougher, inmates, but as a pair, he hoped that they had a fighting chance. What he didn't know was that the dealer's boss had begun to feel very fatherly toward the twins over the years they had worked for him. He sent out word to the prison information network that the boys were out of bounds, and anyone who touched them would be "touched" by him. Nobody ever tried to abuse them, even if the boys would have encouraged it.

They had been sent to prison at the height of their sexual urges. On the streets, they fucked plenty of women. Their good looks served them well. Most of the women wanted them together. After all, it was exciting for them to do twins. It was going to be tough for them to get by in prison doing without the women they had been fucking regularly.

During their first night in prison, they lay on separate cots. At some point Joey could hear Carl sobbing. It was obvious that Carl was trying to stifle his cries. Joey got out of bed and lay down with Carl on the tiny cot. They could only manage to share the cot by nesting together like spoons. Carl could feel Joey's cock pressing against his ass and he pushed tighter against his brother. Somehow it gave him comfort.

After another day or two, they agreed to whack off to relieve the tension. They lay on their separate cots and accomplished the deed.

Neither could tell you how it started, but along the way, they started to talk dirty to each other as they brought themselves to a pleasurable conclusion.

"My cock is so beautiful," Carl intoned. "You would love it if you sucked it.

Joey would then answer. "My asshole is so inviting. You would love it if you fucked it."

They would keep going like that until they came, each inviting the other to invade the other's body. Finally, one night Joey said, "I am so hot and horny, bro. Let me jerk you off tonight."

"Great," Carl answered. "We'll do each other." They didn't expect to enjoy doing each other as much as they did, but after the first time it was the usual way for them to get themselves off.

Now, they weren't dummies. They knew what the dominant men in this prison did to their bitches. In every case, the bitch resisted it at first, but in the end they couldn't wait to give their daddy pleasure, because the pleasure was also theirs. Often at night they could hear the bitches giving head and the moans of pure pleasure came from both parties. Nobody spoke of it, but sometimes the daddies fell in love with their bitches and reversed roles. Of course, they weren't stupid enough to get caught doing that, and so it remained just a rumor.

One evening, the twins were sitting on Carl's cot comforting each other. Carl was just about to cum and Joey stopped stroking. "Why'd ya stop?" Carl asked, very perturbed.

"We have a long way to go in this dump," Joey explained. "I love you more than myself and I want you to be happy so I want to try something I don't say I'll like it, and it might be a onetime shot, but here goes." He leaned over and took Carl's dick into his mouth. He wasn't quite sure how to properly suck a cock, but he avoided letting his teeth touch his brother, and he started sucking like he used to suck a lollipop when he was a kid.

Carl was not prepared for the warm, moist feeling he was receiving from his brother. "Oh my God," he moaned. "Oh my God. This is better than a whack job. Better by a country mile." Joey stopped for a moment and said, "I have to admit it, Bro, you taste really good." Then he went down on Carl again. Carl could not contain himself and he came too fast to warn Joey, who got a mouthful of cum. Carl was shocked. He expected Joey to spit it out, but he was swallowing all of it.

"It tasted pretty good, a little sweet, a little salty," Joey announced. "I really liked it. It made me feel very connected to you and I always want us to be that way."

"Then let me connect to you also," Carl whispered and he went down on Joey. When Joey came, barely able to stifle his screams, Carl swallowed all his cum just as his brother had done. That night as they shared one cot, they did something that they had never done before. When Joey said goodnight, he kissed Carl on the lips. Carl kissed back, but with a slightly open mouth. Before they knew it, their kisses became passionate. Their tongues were exploring deep into the other's mouths, and their manhood was at full attention once again. As they kissed and fondled each other they both came again in each other's palms.

Carl said, "Joey, that was better than with any of the chicks I ever made it with. I love you." He snuggled up to his brother and fell asleep.

Every day in the prison they heard daddies telling whoever would listen about the joys of fucking their bitches in the ass. The shocking part was how often the bitches described how good their daddies made them feel when they were getting fucked. It was just a matter of time before the twins decided to have a go at it.

Joey called his mother and said that kitchen duty had left his hands rough and chapped. He asked her to bring a jar of Vaseline on her next visit. Mary was happy to oblige. The twins could not wait for lights out the evening of her visit. As soon as they were able, they flipped a coin. Carl won and elected to fuck his brother first and then Joey could fuck him. They spent a lot of time lubricating Joey's ass and Carl's cock. Still, at the moment of truth, Joey said it hurt too much and made Carl stop trying.

"I've heard the bitches say that it always hurts at first, but it's worth the effort. Once you get used to it, it feels great. Please let's try again," Carl said. "I've got an idea. This time sit on me and lower yourself on my cock, instead of me trying to force my way in."

"OK," Joey said and he squatted over Carl. Carl guided his cock until it was exactly under Joey's opening and told Joey to start sitting a little at a time. I guess this position suited them because Carl entered Joey almost effortlessly. When Joey could not lower himself anymore, he just sat still, not knowing what to do. Carl began to push up into his brother. Joey picked up the rhythm and began to push down when Carl pushed up. They didn't know anything about the prostate, but Joey was getting a full massage. They were both shocked when they came simultaneously. Joey was reluctant to disengage from his brother, but Mother Nature helped him along.

"Jeezus Carl," he said. "It's getting better and better. He kissed his brother and said, "Let's reverse it tomorrow night. I'm too bushed tonight." They fell asleep.

They were released for good behavior after four years, and they were assigned the same parole officer. Mary said that she would pick them up and take them to buy some new clothes before heading home. They were very surprised when Mary arrived in a brand new Lexus being driven by a rather nice looking gentleman The twins knew immediately that this was no pimp. Mary introduced the boys to John DeRosa, her boss. Then she announced that she and John had gotten married just the week before and John said that the boys could stay with them until they got on their feet.

The twins were genuinely happy for their mother, and grateful to their step father for his generous offer to two strangers. Unfortunately, things did not go as well as they would have liked. It is difficult enough for ex-cons to find employment, but these two had not even graduated high school and had no skills. After trying to find work for several months, they were outliving their welcome. John did not have to say anything to them. They realized themselves that it was time to leave their mother to her happy new life.

They rented a room in their old neighborhood and sought out their former dealer. They learned that he was out of business so they decided to go right to the big boss, Sam Gardini, and ask him for their old jobs back. He was happy to have them back. He had protected them in prison without their knowledge, and he still felt very fatherly towards them. During their probation period, he gave them only the simplest and safest jobs, but once the parole officer was out of the picture, the jobs got tougher, but now Sam was paying them a lot more money for their efforts.

He trusted them as he would have trusted his own sons. One day he called them into his office. "Here are the keys to a rented Cadillac that you'll find on the street outside. It's leased to a phony person using a forged driver's license," he said. "There's almost a million dollars in heroin in the trunk." He handed Joey a piece of paper. "These are the directions to an abandoned lot in Englewood, NJ. When you get there, Vinny Montana will be waiting. I don't know how many goons, he'll have with him, but don't worry; he wouldn't dare mess with me. You give him the stash, and he'll hand over a briefcase with money. Just peek in and make sure it's real money. Don't waste time counting. If he short changes me, he's dead. He'll want to test the stash. When he's finished wasting his time, and yours, get out of there quick and come straight home."

The twins nodded and ran to the Cadillac. They secured their hidden pistols to their belts, just in case. They also made sure that they both had their switch blades in their pockets. Even though they didn't anticipate trouble, it didn't hurt to be prepared. On the way to New Jersey, Joey said, "We could live like kings forever with a million bucks."

"Don't even think about it," Carl said. We wouldn't live long enough to spend it"

"He needs to catch us first. With the money, we could buy a ratty old used car, and dump the Cadillac. Buffalo is the second largest city in New York State. We could get lost there. We could even get lost in Syracuse or Rochester or even Albany. We could rent a place under phony names, and since we don't have to work, he would never find us."

"I don't know about that," Carl sounded leery. "He has contacts everywhere."

"If we don't let anyone see us together, we could even pass as one person. One of us can rent an apartment as a single individual while the other lies low. They would be looking for twins and they wouldn't get a lead anywhere on a single guy living alone. We could make it work. Are you with me?"

"I'm scared, Joey," Carl whined, "but I'll do it if that's what you want."

Joey embraced Carl and kissed him on the lips. Then he headed the car towards The George Washington Bridge and New Jersey.

The exchange was made effortlessly and the twins were on their way out of the abandoned lot rather quickly. They drove into Englewood and cruised around until they spotted a used car dealer. They left the rental car a couple of blocks from the dealership. The salesman was shocked at how quickly the sale was made, and even more shocked when the buyers said that they would pay cash for a four year old Plymouth. While he was preparing the paper work, Joey went into the washroom and withdrew the required amount of cash from the briefcase. It hardly made a dent. They were out of there in less than two hours and headed to the Palisades Parkway.

At the end of the Parkway, they veered off onto the old Route 9 and headed upstate. They decided not to use the New York State Thruway, but to stick to back roads. They were only about an hour from Kyle's cottage when they began to crow. They were feeling very cocky, and began singing and feeling each other's packages. The little fucks had no idea that Sam Gardini already had the make, model, color, year and license plate number of the car that they were driving in.

When Carl and Joey didn't return on time, Sam sent two of his men to Englewood. They quickly found the rental car just a short distance from the used car dealer. On a hunch they found the dealership. A few measly dollars were all the incentive the dealer needed to give Sam's men the information they wanted. Within minutes, the word went out to Sam's extensive network throughout the states of New York and New Jersey. A watch was established at all small and major roads leading into all the main cities. Even the cops on Sam's payroll were on the alert.

Joey and Carl were navigating the most deserted back road they could find. It was beginning to get dark and they were hungry, but they didn't want to stay in a hotel and they didn't come across any restaurants on this rural road.

"Look," Joey said, "Up ahead. I see lights. It looks like a little cabin. Maybe we can confiscate a little food."

They cut their headlights and drove up to the cabin. They crept up to the cabin, and Joey stood guard while Carl peeked in through the window. He started to giggle.

"What do you see?" Joey asked.

"Two fags in their underwear having dinner. This is going to be so easy."

They drew their guns and burst into the cottage. The door wasn't even locked. It was all so sudden that Kyle and Andrew weren't even sure what was happening for a few seconds. Kyle knew that he could easily overpower them, but a gun pointing in his face demanded more patience.

"Stand up," Joey commanded. "Keep your gun on them," he said to Carl. He began to ransack the cabin. He was going through the pantry when Carl heard him cry out exultantly, "Perfect!"

Joey found Kyle's tackle box and it contained plenty of fishing reel wire. He removed it and commanded Kyle and Andrew to turn around. First he tied their hands behind their backs. Then he made them sit on the chairs and he tied their feet to the legs. Then he tied their chests to the chair backs. He tied the wire too tightly to their near naked bodies, and the sharp bonds cut into their skins severely hurting them. They cried out in pain, but Joey could care less. When he was certain that they could not move, he put his gun back in his belt. He and Carl sat down on the other two chairs, and began to consume the uneaten dinners.

"Good stuff," Carl said. "I hope you fags aren't too hungry `cause there ain't gonna be anything left."

"It's nice to have company for dinner, though, don't you think, Carl?" Joey asked.

"Oh definitely, Brother Joey, especially such good looking fags. I'll bet they would just love to suck our cocks."

"You bet wrong, punk." Kyle finally found his voice. Carl would have pistol whipped Kyle if his gun was handy. Instead, he slapped him across his face.

"Why don't you take what you want and get out of here?" Andrew asked.

"Uh, uh," Joey said. "We need to lay low for a few days, and this place couldn't be more ideal. Now we don't care one way or the other if you live or die, but I'll bet you do. Cooperate and do as we say, and you won't get hurt. Give us trouble and your goners. Get it?"

Kyle and Andrew nodded, but said nothing more.

When they were finished eating, the twins threw the dirty dishes in the sink. They obviously had no intention of cleaning up.

"Sorry we interrupted your dinner, guys. How would you like some dessert?" Joey asked. He unzipped his fly and removed his flaccid cock. He stroked it a bit and it began to stiffen. When Carl saw what his brother was doing he did the same. Joey took his gun in his hand and stood in front of Kyle. He placed the gun in Kyle's ear.

"Suck my cock, fag, and no funny business. Hurt me and your dead. Do right by me and you live, for the time being anyway." Joey put his dick on Kyle's lips. He was uncircumcised and probably hadn't showered in days. His penis had a terrible odor and as he got harder, his head became exposed and it was full of a cheesy substance. Kyle was revolted and almost gagged. He turned his head away, but Joey thrust the gun harder into Kyle's ear, and so Kyle opened his mouth and allowed the filthy cock in. Kyle reasoned that the best way to get it over with quickly would be to give Joey a blow job to remember, and get him off fast.

When Andrew saw Joey's unwashed cock, he almost vomited and steeled himself for the worst. He was shocked when Carl put his cock to his lips. It smelled rather sweet and there was no cheese. The twins had filled up the car with gas about a half hour before happening upon the cottage. Carl was so frightened at what they had done that he had been sweating profusely. He used the rest room and took the opportunity to cleanse himself and that included his cock and balls.

Kyle was using every trick in the book to bring Joey to orgasm, but every time he was close, Joey withdrew. He had different ideas. He wanted it to last as long as possible. When Kyle's mouth was free he said to Joey, "If you release my hands, I could play with your balls and you would enjoy it more."

"Fat chance, sucker," Joey said. Secretly he thought that it would be a good idea. These fags were enjoying the sex and were apt to be cooperative, but he couldn't take the chance.

Andrew decided that he wasn't going to give Carl any pleasure at all. He wasn't rough, but he didn't use his tongue at all, and he let his teeth touch Carl's cock. He rationed how much his teeth scraped Carl's cock so that it wouldn't get too annoying. While he was sucking, the ugly thought that he might also get raped occurred to him, and he shuddered. We've got to get out of this some way, he thought.

They could delay as long as possible, but sooner or later the twins both came. Kyle and Andrew spit out the offensive fluid. The twins didn't much care about that so long as they had gotten their rocks off. "What now?" Carl asked Joey.

"I think we should get some sleep. Help me."

He took Andrew's prison chair and dragged it to one end of the kitchen. Then he tried to drag Kyle's chair to the other end. Kyle was just too heavy and it took both of them to do it. Kyle and Andrew were now at opposite ends of the room.

"I'm a very light sleeper," Joey lied. "If you try to drag your chairs together, I'll hear you and your dead. So just sleep the best you can in those damned chairs. Carl and Joey shut the kitchen lights, and went into the bedroom. They lay down on Kyle's bed fully clothed. The events of the day had totally exhausted them, and in minutes they fell into a deep sleep. Joey slept dreamlessly, but Carl kept dreaming that Sam found them, and he tossed and turned restlessly all night.

Only when Kyle and Andrew could hear the twins snoring lightly did they dare speak. Moonlight was shining into the room and illuminating the kitchen table.

"Look at the table," Andrew said in a stage whisper. The twins had thrown the dishes in the sink, but the cutlery was still on the table. Two steak knives were gleaming in the moonlight.

"We need to get those knives," Kyle said. "I've already wiggled my way about a foot toward the table."

"I've got you beat," Andrew informed Kyle. "I've already moved about two feet."

It only took about a half hour and they had wiggled both the chairs to the table. "If I face the table," Andrew said, "I might be able to lean forward and get one knife with my teeth." Unfortunately, he was bound too tightly, and couldn't bend enough to accomplish his purpose.

"I've got an idea," Kyle said. He maneuvered his chair so that he was back to back with Andrew. Then he started to lean backwards. The chair was no match for Kyle's weight and it began to tip. It struck Andrew's chair which started to tip toward the table. Andrew was able to scoop up one knife with his teeth. He pushed back and when Kyle felt him pushing he sat his chair up straight. Once again Kyle wiggled his chair to where their faces were close and Andrew passed the knife to Kyle's mouth. Kyle dropped it on his lap. Then they repeated the procedure and snatched the second knife. This time Andrew dropped it on his lap.

"Can you get to the living room?" Kyle asked.

"I'll try."

"Work your way to the sofa and we'll hide the knives between the cushions and the arm rest."

Fortunately, the entire cottage floor was covered with linoleum and the chairs wiggled easily across the smooth surface. Using the tilting procedure, they had developed, they were able to hide the knives between the sofa cushions and arm rests, one on each side. They worked their way back to the kitchen and resumed their positions. They both prayed that Carl and Joey would not miss the steak knives. All of this had taken about three hours and they were exhausted. No matter, sleep was almost impossible. Neither got much sleep except for dozing off a couple of times for a few precious seconds.

Kyle was the first to hear the twins moving about. He heard them get out of bed and go to the bathroom to pee. He heard nothing which sounded like maybe they brushed their teeth. He heard at least one of them shit.

They came out of the bedroom completely naked but with guns in hand. "We're going to loosen your bonds," Joey informed them, "except for the ones around your wrists. Then we are going to fuck you fags one at a time, and we would suggest no resistance. Remember, we still have guns on you."

They unknotted the fishing wire and carefully coiled it into a circle. Kyle and Andrew breathed a sigh of relief. The twins pulled Kyle and Andrew's underwear down, and ordered them into the bedroom.

Kyle expected that they would fuck him doggie style because his wrists were tied behind him. He was surprised that the twins lay down on their backs, and with guns waving, they instructed Andrew and Kyle to straddle them and lower themselves on to their waiting cocks.

Andrew nodded toward the jar of Vaseline that was still on the night table. "Could you at least use some lube?" he asked. He would have asked for condoms but there were none available and he doubted the twins had any. Even if they had some they would never use them.

"Sure," Joey said, "anything for our bitches." Carl reached over for the jar and they both lubed their cocks generously. Then Andrew got on the bed first, straddled Carl and sat down on him. Carl had to guide his cock in. When Andrew was settled, Kyle did the same with Joey.

When he was sure that Joey was relaxed and enjoying the experience, Kyle decided to use the "gay card."

"Come on Joey. You know you can trust us. If we had our hands free, just think of the pleasures we could give you guys. The possibilities are endless."

"That's very tempting, but I need to think about it. Maybe later."

When Kyle lowered himself onto Joey's cock, his own rod was staring Joey in the face. As disgusted as he was at being raped, Kyle was still a gay young man, and as Joey's rod began to rub against his prostate, he began to erect.

"My God," Joey gasped. "That's the biggest cock I have ever seen, and I saw some monsters in prison. I gotta have that in me. When we're done, I want you to fuck me, Kyle baby."

Kyle didn't answer. He was too busy pumping up and down. Joey had the gun pointed at him and he wanted to keep him happy. Finally, Joey came, bucking and screaming. Kyle decided on a calculated risk. Before lifting himself off Joey, he leaned over and began to French kiss him. Joey was surprised but he started to kiss Kyle back. "Let me fuck you now," Kyle whispered.

"You bet," Joey responded.

"Please release my wrists," Kyle begged, "so I can do it right."

"You win, but remember the gun is loaded."

"I don't give a shit about the gun," Kyle purred. "All I care about is that I'm going to fuck you."

This is just like prison, Joey thought. The bitches are beginning to enjoy it. He undid Kyle's final bonds.

It took hard work and lots of lube, but Kyle, who was flat on his back, was able to finally enter Joey as Joey lowered himself on Kyle's massive member. Joey kept leaning over and kissing Kyle with wet slobbery kisses. Kyle's newly freed hands fondled Joey's balls and stroked his cock as he entered Joey. Kyle's cock was massaging Joey's prostate and the two men came together squealing like pigs. Joey leaned over and kissed Kyle long and sensuously.

For just a few moments at the beginning, Andrew thought that Kyle was enjoying himself, and he wondered what kind of man he had fallen in love with. But when Joey removed the binding from Kyle's wrists, it didn't take long for him to realize that Kyle was playing a game. He quickly joined in as Kyle's team mate, and he began to give Carl, the same loving treatment. Carl undid Andrew's bound wrists. The love making was torrid and the twins were beginning to enjoy themselves. Up until now they had only had each other. It was a new and exciting experience to be with other men. As for Kyle and Andrew, they were doing their best to convince the twins that they were enjoying themselves also, but all they were thinking about was a scheme to find a way to get to the knives, especially now that they were unbound.

When all four of them were exhausted, they lay in a heap on the bed. Andrew leaned over and kissed Joey. Kyle leaned over and kissed Carl. The twins kissed each other and Andrew and Kyle kissed each other. It was no different than the action at the end of a porno sequence. They were just four young queers enjoying a foursome.

Kyle suggested that they all shower. Even the twins thought it was a good idea. "I'll go first," Kyle said. Then I can prepare breakfast while the rest of you shower."

"Nice try, handsome," Joey said, "but I'll go first. I'm not leaving you alone in the kitchen."

Kyle shook his head sadly. So, you still don't trust me," he said, sounding terribly hurt.

Joey showered first. He gave instructions to Carl not to take his gun off Kyle and Andrew for a second. When he was done Joey allowed Kyle to shower next. After his shower Kyle made bacon, eggs, and toast, for breakfast, and put up a pot of coffee. As they were eating breakfast, the twins, especially Joey, did indeed seem to relax somewhat. Kyle felt the less tense atmosphere and ventured to ask, "What are you two good looking dudes on the lam from? I'll bet it's from your adoring fans." He broke out laughing.

Joey looked like he was about to tell all, but he changed his mind. "That's for us to know and for you to wonder about," he said rather smugly. Then as if to change the subject he said to Kyle, "I never seen a cock as big as yours. I'm going to suck on it later." Carl looked hurt. "Me too," he muttered.

"I think it's cool, twin brothers having sex together," Kyle lied with a twinkle in his eye. "When did it all begin?" He was trying to distract the twins just enough so that he could get to the knives hidden in the sofa, without arousing their suspicions.

"In prison," Carl said. "We never knew how good it was until then."

"I figured," Kyle said. "Why don't one of you, or both of you, sit on the sofa with me and you can suck my mammoth fucking tool?"

The twins smiled at each other and headed for the sofa. Joey waved his gun at Kyle as if to say, "What are you waiting for? You're the star of this movie." He looked at Andrew and said, "You can come and watch, but you better stay within my range of vision."

Kyle sat on the sofa between the twins, and Andrew sat on the floor facing them. Joey leaned over and opened wide so he could get Kyle's cock into him. He managed to get a couple of inches in, and as he did so, Kyle's hand reached between the pillow and the arm of the sofa. He could feel one of the knives. His hand closed around the hilt as his eyes found Andrew's and he nodded slightly at his lover.

Andrew sidled up to the couch and said to Carl, "Please let me suck your cock." Carl smiled and spread his legs.

"Sure bitch," he said. Andrew went down on him and his hand found the other knife at the other end of the sofa. He closed his fist on it.

Suddenly, the phone rang shrilly and all four men jumped. Kyle and Andrew released their holds on the knives. Joey put a gun to Andrew's head. "Answer it," he told Kyle, "and watch your P's and Q's, if you don't want to go to your boyfriend's funeral."

Kyle got up and walked to the phone. He picked up the receiver and said, "Hello.......No, this is Kyle Farrell from across the lake. Mr. Stanley is right here." He handed the phone to Andrew and was rewarded with a gun to his head for his efforts.

"Hello, this is Andrew Stanley......I sure do appreciate your concern and checking on me like this.........I know I said I'd be back this morning, but you see, we got some unexpected company, two old friends of Mr. Farrell, so it looks like we'll be hanging out here a while longer.........No I can't say when I'll get back. Would you do me a favor? If anyone from my office calls would you please tell them that I'm having a wonderful time even though I didn't expect to. And if they don't believe you, you can tell them to tell it to the marines. Yes, the marines..... Thanks again for being concerned."

Andrew took a very calculated risk. He hoped James Harper, the desk clerk, was old enough to remember that the expression "tell it to the marines" meant that everything he said was hogwash. But more than that he hoped the twins had never heard the expression in their lives. From the lack of response from them, he assumed that they were not in this loop.

James Harper hung up the phone utterly confused. He knew that Andrew had indicated that he was lying to him. But what about? Was it a signal? James was sure it was. He wanted to call the police, but didn't know what to tell them. He guessed he could ask them just to stop by Dr. Farrell's residence and make sure everything was all right. Yes, he thought, I'll do that. I'd feel awful if something was wrong and I didn't do anything about it.

He reached for the phone, but just then two well-dressed gentlemen came into the lobby. James wasn't expecting anyone and he didn't know these men so he was quite surprised.

"Hello," the first one said and extended his hand to James. The second man took out a picture, and flashed it at James.

"Have you ever seen these men?" he asked. "They're easy enough to spot. They're identical twins."

"Can't say as I have. Are they wanted for anything?"

"Nothing serious. Just a major case of fraud."

James had never missed one episode of `Murder She Wrote.' In his mind he could hear Andrew say that they got two unexpected visitors. He had met and spoken to Kyle when he first bought the cottage, and he knew that Kyle came here for seclusion and wouldn't be expecting any visitors. Occasionally, a boat from the lodge happened on his cottage. Kyle would politely load the boat onto a rack on his car and bring the guest and boat back to the lodge. He figured that was what happened to Andrew, but this time Kyle did not bring the guest back, and the guest said you could tell his story to the marines, meaning he was lying. He was just suspicious enough to feel that Angela Lansbury was trying to tell him something.

"Listen gentlemen," he said in his best conspiratorial tone of voice. He leaned toward them, and barely above a whisper, he told them everything he suspected about the two unexpected visitors, and Andrew's instructions to tell it to the marines. "I may be all wet, but I was just about to call the police when you gentlemen came in. I figured it wouldn't hurt if they looked in on Dr. Farrell and made sure that all was well."

"Very wise," the second gentleman said, "but don't bother to call the police. We're private detectives. We'll check out the cottage and if the unexpected visitors are our guys, we'll kill two birds with one stone. Now how do we get to this cottage?"

James gave them detailed directions, and as the men thanked him, he said, "Don't forget to let me know the outcome."

When the two gentlemen left the lodge, they checked in with Sam. "We have a good lead," Number One told the boss. "We stopped at a gas station a while ago. It was on a secondary road at the corner of a real dirt back road We showed the attendant the pictures of the twins and he said that they had filled up there late yesterday afternoon. He said that one of them looked real sick, and he had to use the rest room. There was a lodge further up the back road that was really secluded so we checked there also. From what we learned, we have reason to believe that they are holding two men captive in a very remote and isolated cabin across the lake from the lodge. The cabin is owned by a college professor named Kyle Farrell, and the other guy is staying at The Waterfall Lodge. He must have gone over to visit Farrell. He's a New York lawyer, named Andrew Stanley."

"Oh my God," Sam yelled, "Listen to me. You do everything you can to keep the two victims safe, especially Andrew. Don't let anything happen to them."

"Don't worry boss. We'll see to it."

Sam hung up. He was angrier than ever at the twins who had betrayed him. But worse, he had a dreadful fear that Joey and Carl had harmed Andrew.

To be continued...