under his gaze and my nipples hurt they were so erect.
“I, um, I’m going to grab my shirt.” He stammered then reached
behind him and grabbed the shirt.
“Yeah good idea, I’ll just grab, um, my…” I
turned and found my shorts “shorts.” I stepped into them and turned
around again. “Ready?” my voice cracked slightly.
“Yeah.” He didn’t sound ready.
“Where’d Carson go?”
“He jumped into the shower, I told him I was
in need of a swim anyways and that I’d go with you. He said he was
going to get some more sleep.”
“Cool.” I followed him out of the room, “so
last night you said something about the media getting too close to
the truth?”
“Yes, when I was getting ready to go into the
Marines they ran a background and fingerprints, well come to find
out I was not who I thought I was.”
“Um, excuse me?”
“Yeah, see my recruiter called me one day
with news that absolutely floored me, he said ‘Kyle we have an
issue.’ When I asked what was going on he actually told me that I
was going to need to go down to his office. When I got there, it
was a mad house there were FBI agents, police and two people I
didn’t know. I said ‘sir what’s going?’ he had me sit and introduce
me around the room.”
“Quit beating around the bush and tell me!” I
was utterly intrigued.
“Well it seems I was kidnapped at a year
old.” I felt my jaw flap open. The elevator chose this moment to
arrive as well and the story was suspended due to the fact that
there were already people in it.
I reviled in this information the entire ride
down and when we stepped off the elevator I looked at him begging
him to finish the story. He caught my need, “the parents that I had
grown up with my entire life had in fact kidnapped me from Marg and
Collin Mallory seventeen years before when they were in Ireland for
a vacation.
“So the name Kyle Mallory?”
“Is my actual name, but see here was where it
got tricky, apparently the people who raised me did in fact have a
child who had died who was also named Kyle and so I was just put in
his place. They told no one of their original child’s death and so
no one knew anything was wrong. Also since I was a good boy and
never got into trouble there was never any reason for me to get
fingerprinted and of course run through any system.
When my recruiter did it and found all this
out I then had to extend my recruit date by six months and become
an actual citizen.”
“What about Mark and Paula?”
His face fell a bit, “Unfortunately I don’t
know what happened to them. After you left I moved in with Carson
who had gotten an apartment and they told me they were going on a
vacation.” He just shrugged.
“Nothing in ten years?”
“Nope, though about three days after they
were due to be back I did call the cops and had an investigation to
their location started but nothing. Still to this day, I think they
are somewhere in Mexico or some other non-extradition country.
“Wow!” then I thought of something else, well
several elses. “You’re first book…”
He tapped his nose, “yep.”
“And your actual parents?”
I talk to them about once a month. We have
built a steady relationship over the last ten years. I am a
spitting image of my father.”
“I don’t doubt it. With looks as good a yours
they would have to be prominent throughout the family.”
“They are, all the men in the family look
very similar.” I just smiled; I also realized that we had stopped
walking. A very good story teller indeed.
There ended
up being two pools at this hotel. One indoors and one outside,
seasonal pools if you will and being that it was still so early we
opted to go outside where the air was still warming up and there
was no one about. “So tell me something you haven’t told Carson
yet.”
“Are you two keeping score?”
“No…maybe.” He corrected when I looked at
him. “I just thought you might not want to repeat yourself.”
“Well
“I, um, I’m going to grab my shirt.” He stammered then reached
behind him and grabbed the shirt.
“Yeah good idea, I’ll just grab, um, my…” I
turned and found my shorts “shorts.” I stepped into them and turned
around again. “Ready?” my voice cracked slightly.
“Yeah.” He didn’t sound ready.
“Where’d Carson go?”
“He jumped into the shower, I told him I was
in need of a swim anyways and that I’d go with you. He said he was
going to get some more sleep.”
“Cool.” I followed him out of the room, “so
last night you said something about the media getting too close to
the truth?”
“Yes, when I was getting ready to go into the
Marines they ran a background and fingerprints, well come to find
out I was not who I thought I was.”
“Um, excuse me?”
“Yeah, see my recruiter called me one day
with news that absolutely floored me, he said ‘Kyle we have an
issue.’ When I asked what was going on he actually told me that I
was going to need to go down to his office. When I got there, it
was a mad house there were FBI agents, police and two people I
didn’t know. I said ‘sir what’s going?’ he had me sit and introduce
me around the room.”
“Quit beating around the bush and tell me!” I
was utterly intrigued.
“Well it seems I was kidnapped at a year
old.” I felt my jaw flap open. The elevator chose this moment to
arrive as well and the story was suspended due to the fact that
there were already people in it.
I reviled in this information the entire ride
down and when we stepped off the elevator I looked at him begging
him to finish the story. He caught my need, “the parents that I had
grown up with my entire life had in fact kidnapped me from Marg and
Collin Mallory seventeen years before when they were in Ireland for
a vacation.
“So the name Kyle Mallory?”
“Is my actual name, but see here was where it
got tricky, apparently the people who raised me did in fact have a
child who had died who was also named Kyle and so I was just put in
his place. They told no one of their original child’s death and so
no one knew anything was wrong. Also since I was a good boy and
never got into trouble there was never any reason for me to get
fingerprinted and of course run through any system.
When my recruiter did it and found all this
out I then had to extend my recruit date by six months and become
an actual citizen.”
“What about Mark and Paula?”
His face fell a bit, “Unfortunately I don’t
know what happened to them. After you left I moved in with Carson
who had gotten an apartment and they told me they were going on a
vacation.” He just shrugged.
“Nothing in ten years?”
“Nope, though about three days after they
were due to be back I did call the cops and had an investigation to
their location started but nothing. Still to this day, I think they
are somewhere in Mexico or some other non-extradition country.
“Wow!” then I thought of something else, well
several elses. “You’re first book…”
He tapped his nose, “yep.”
“And your actual parents?”
I talk to them about once a month. We have
built a steady relationship over the last ten years. I am a
spitting image of my father.”
“I don’t doubt it. With looks as good a yours
they would have to be prominent throughout the family.”
“They are, all the men in the family look
very similar.” I just smiled; I also realized that we had stopped
walking. A very good story teller indeed.
There ended
up being two pools at this hotel. One indoors and one outside,
seasonal pools if you will and being that it was still so early we
opted to go outside where the air was still warming up and there
was no one about. “So tell me something you haven’t told Carson
yet.”
“Are you two keeping score?”
“No…maybe.” He corrected when I looked at
him. “I just thought you might not want to repeat yourself.”
“Well
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