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Glen Wiseman
By
Lazlo Zalezak
Copyright (C) Lazlo Zalezak, 2003

Chapter 7

For some people, the first of May is just another day of the year. 
For communists, it was a day to show off their weapons to the 
world. For pagans, it is a religious holiday celebrating spring and a 
renewal of life. For Glen, it was his birthday and he always made a 
big deal out of birthdays. His thought on the matter was that it was 
one of the two most important days of a persons life. The other 
being the day of their death and one didn't get a chance to celebrate 
that. One might almost say that it was the one day that one didn't 
want to celebrate.

Glen planned to spend the whole day relaxing. The trio had to 
work early shifts, but that meant they would have the evening off. 
They had told him this morning not to make any plans for the 
evening. He had no idea what they had planned, but he was sure 
that it would be fun. 

There was a knock on the door and he went to answer it. It was the 
postman and he had another large box of books. The postman 
nodded at Glen and said, "Here's another box from your publisher. 
So how many does that make?"

Glen glanced over at the bookcase and stated, "This is number 
fifteen. I've got one more just about ready to submit."

The postman asked, "So how did you get started writing?"

A melancholy expression came over Glen. He stated, "My wife 
loved romance novels. When she was ill in the hospital, I read 
them to her all of the time. One day, I didn't have a new one to 
read to her so I made it up. She told me it was the best romance 
story she had heard. Well, we spent the next couple of days typing 
it up and embellishing it here and there. It was probably the most 
fun we had during the entire time of her illness. Then I read the 
finished product to her. She convinced me to send it into a 
publisher. I did and they published it. The money from the book 
really helped to pay for her hospital bills. I just kept on writing 
them after she died."

The postman looked at Glen in awe. He said, "That's an amazing 
story. Wow, I don't even know what to say."

Glen just nodded. He accepted the box of books from the postman 
and set them on the floor. He said, "Well, I think my days as an 
author are almost over."

The postman frowned and asked, "Why? Don't you realize that 
what you write gives a lot of people great pleasure?"

Glen answered, "My stories are starting to get stale. It is time for 
me to move onto something else I think."

"I guess if you don't have the story in you, then it makes it tough to 
write one."

"That's true." Glen realized that the reason he was having a 
difficult time writing was that he was happy. All of his books 
reflected how he would have liked things to have been in his life, 
but that was when he had been unhappy. Satisfied with his 
situation, his inspiration was gone.

The postman left while Glen removed a single copy from the box 
and put the other copies into three stacks. He would send them to 
the hospital and the old folks home. There were many women in 
both of those places that needed the escape that his books would 
provide. The last stack was for the hospital where his wife had 
stayed. He remembered how much his wife had needed them.

It was slowly moving towards noon and Glen was getting hungry 
for lunch. He went in the kitchen and made a quick sandwich. It 
didn't take him long to consume it. Now he was left with about six 
hours with nothing to do. He smiled and went to the mud room to 
retrieve his fishing gear. He decided that today would be a good 
day to try fly fishing. 

He went to the stream and waded into it. He started casting the fly 
using the simple ten o'clock to two o'clock movement Henry had 
taught him. It always took him a few minutes to find the right 
rhythm, but once he found it he settled right into it. Having placed 
the fly in approximately the place that he had intended, he let it 
float on the water for a few seconds. He was about to move it when 
a beautiful trout broke the surface and took the fly. He smiled as he 
worked the fish in closer and then captured it in the net.  

He held up the fish and removed the hook from its mouth. This 
was a very nice sized Brook Trout. He put it in his creel and went 
back to fishing. The time progressed nicely with him catching four 
of the lovely fish before three in the afternoon. He stopped at that 
point and took the fish up to a little cleaning table that he had set 
up. He cleaned the fish and then took them up to the house. 

In the house, he wrapped and froze the four fish. One evening, he 
and the others would have a nice trout dinner. Until then, they 
would keep in the freezer. As much as Glen enjoyed fishing, it was 
nothing compared to Cliff. The kid was a fishing maniac and had 
progressed to very advanced methods of fly casting. Cliff did not 
keep many of the fish that he caught. He kept only the largest of 
the fish. Many of them were several pounds. 

He went to the living room and glanced at the clock. He saw that it 
was close to four and he only had two more hours to wait. He 
decided to watch a movie on the porno channel. Much to his 
surprise, it was a movie with a strong bisexual theme. He watched 
and wondered why Cliff had not yet approached him. He guessed 
that Cliff was afraid of outright rejection or that others might learn 
his secret. Well, at least he hadn't been faced with having to react 
to such a request. 

He watched the movie with interest. It wasn't half bad and the sex 
was pretty hot. Glen realized that part of it was that all of the 
scenes in the movie included women and that the men not only 
were with each other, but also with the women. He continued to 
watch the movie and making mental comments about the action. A 
few times he actually thought he could do some of the things that 
were shown. 

He shrugged and changed the channel to the news. The world was 
still in a rotten shape. The Middle East was still a powder keg 
waiting to blow.  The politicians of both parties remained shallow. 
European nations were attempting to form the European Union, but 
couldn't agree on monetary issues. It looked to him like Great 
Britain wasn't going to adopt the Euro. It was funny, but you could 
watch the news about once every year and see the same kinds of 
stories. The individuals involved differed, but the scandals were all 
similar. 

Looking at the clock, he realized that it was time for him to get 
ready for the trio to come home from work. He stripped and took a 
shower, enjoying the feeling of warm water cascading over his 
body. He started to get erect trying to imagine what the twins 
might have in store for him tonight. They had hinted at something 
special, but he couldn't imagine them doing anything with him that 
he hadn't already done before. 

He got out of the shower without taking care of his erection. It 
would go down in a minute on its own. It was more fun to 
masturbate, but he wanted to stay a little on the horny side for the 
evening. Who knew what he might miss if he couldn't get it up 
enough times tonight. He quickly toweled himself dry and hung 
the towel on the towel rack. That had been one of the last things 
that he had installed in the house and he still forgot at times that it 
was there.

He went into the living room and went through his wardrobe 
looking for the appropriate attire. He finally found a pair of dress 
pants that still fit. He also found a shirt that wasn't too small. It was 
amazing how much his body had changed over the past year as a 
result of his work on the cabin. Lifting the logs had really 
developed his upper body. Today he was thirty-seven and he had 
wash-board abs. He wondered how many men his age could say 
that.

He had just sat down when the trio drove up in their truck. The 
twins ran into the house without even bothering to say hello. They 
went into their room and emerged naked. As they ran into the 
bathroom, Sandra shouted, "We'll be done very quickly."

Cliff entered the house with a little slower pace. He stopped and 
looked at the expression on Glen's face. He laughed and said, 
"They wanted to take a shower before getting dressed. I do too, but 
it doesn't take me as long to get dressed."

Glen laughed and replied, "That's okay. They looked like they 
were moving pretty fast for a change. I bet they'll be done in less 
than an hour."

Cliff laughed as he answered, "They promised me that they would 
take less than thirty minutes to get ready."

Glen shook his head at the news. He didn't believe that they could 
accomplish that to save their lives. Cliff went into his room and 
undressed. He was actually in there for a very short time before 
two wet women ran out of the bathroom and into their room. Cliff 
came out of his room naked. Glen just watched the comings and 
goings with amusement. He was trying to think of the comedy that 
had a similar feel. It came to him in a flash, the Keystone Cops. He 
chuckled at the image and wondered who would be chasing who.

Cliff wasn't in the shower long before he came out. He was 
significantly drier than the twins had been. He walked confidently 
to his room. Glen watched him walk and realized that Cliff had 
filled out some over the course of the winter. His upper body was a 
little more developed as a result of working on the house, but his 
lower body showed the benefits of many hours spent cross-country 
skiing. All in all, Cliff was not a bad looking man. 

Glen was very surprised when the twins emerged from their room 
all dressed and with make up on their face. He was about to 
comment when Wanda said, "I told you we could put on our 
makeup without a mirror."

Sandra laughed as she answered, "Who needs a mirror when you 
can watch your twin sister?"

Glen was confused by the exchange and asked, "Pardon? Did I 
miss something?"

Sandra said, "We decided to try an experiment. We sat across from 
each other and put on our make-up as though the other twin was 
our reflection in the mirror. It was so much faster this way since 
we didn't have to share the mirror."

Glen tried to picture how they could do that and gave up. 
Sometimes the twins were just spooky. Cliff came out of his 
bedroom dressed and was shocked to find that the twins had been 
ready before him. He asked, "Has the world stopped spinning?"

Wanda playfully hit him on the shoulder and said, "No, it hasn't 
stopped spinning."

Sandra looked anxiously at the clock and said, "We need to get 
going if we are going to be there on time."

The twins dashed out the door leaving the two men behind. Glen 
followed them out in time to see them pile into their truck and start 
it up. Cliff came up behind Glen. He said, "They wanted to talk on 
the way there."

Glen, puzzled by their behavior, only shrugged. He said, "Well, I 
guess we had better follow them."

The two men got into the truck and headed out. The twins were 
long gone. Glen had no idea where they were headed and had to 
rely on Cliff providing directions. It was a pretty long way to their 
destination and it was almost 7:30 before they arrived. Glen got 
out, not recognizing the place. He followed Cliff into the 
restaurant. The twins were already seated at a table and waved to 
them when they came in. When the men were close enough, the 
twins called out, "Hello."

Glen seated himself at the table and looked around. It was a very 
nice restaurant. The staff, all black, was dressed in civil war era 
servant garb. The attire surprised Glen more than anything about 
the restaurant.  Once seated, a very attractive black woman in a 
dress with petticoats and apron came to the table carrying a basket 
of hot buns. She curtsied and then proceeded to put a bun on each 
side plate. She left after giving everyone a bun. 

A young black man in equally fine dress came to the table with a 
pitcher of water. He filled the water glasses and then left. He 
returned a moment later with a pitcher of iced tea. Glen watched in 
amazement as the staff, in a very professional manner went about 
their business without intruding in the least bit. 

Wanda and Sandra were smiling at Glen. Finally, Wanda said, 
"Isn't this place amazing?"

Glen nodded. He said, "I have a hard time believing that the staff 
agrees to the costuming."

Cliff smiled and answered, "They are all a family. They got the 
idea from an uncle who used to work in a really fancy restaurant in 
Savannah. He was always complaining about how the place had 
changed in the late sixties to a more modern and politically 
acceptable attire. When that happened, tips went to hell and he had 
to quit to take a different job to make enough money to support his 
family."

Glen was amazed that Cliff knew so much about this place. He 
asked, "How did you find out all of that?"

Cliff smiled and answered, "Well, the owner came into the grocery 
store. We started talking and he told me all about this place. 
They've only been open for a month, but business is great. He said 
they were making more here than they had made in all of their 
other jobs combined."

Glen hadn't even noticed when one of the servants set four plates 
of food in the center of the table. There was a plate of crab piled 
high with a spoon next to it. Next to it was a plate with boiled 
shrimp, already peeled. The third plate of food contained raw 
oysters on the half shell. He glanced down at his setting. He saw 
that a small stand with a lit candle held a pot of melted clarified 
butter was situated just to the left of his plate. There was also a 
container of cocktail sauce. There was a fourth plate with a pile of 
lemons and horse radish. He was very impressed. He looked 
around before saying, "The service here is outstanding."

Sandra and Wanda were pleased that they had been able to arrange 
an evening that impressed Glen. They had been at their wits end 
trying to come up with some appropriate way to celebrate his 
birthday. When Cliff had mentioned this place, the three of them 
had driven down and talked with the owner. This was everything 
that had been promised and more.

Everyone took a little of everything off the plates in the middle of 
the table. They started to eat. Somehow, the atmosphere seemed to 
scream out that they were not to rush. It was easy falling into a 
nice slow pace. When Glen had taken the last boiled shrimp off the 
plate, he turned his attention to the oysters. When he looked back, 
the plate for shrimp was full again. He was really impressed. 

After a while, the plates were finally emptied and not refilled. A 
moment later they were all removed from the table by the same 
person that had delivered them. Everything was smoothly done. 

Glen wasn't full and wondered what was going to happen next. He 
was about to say something, when a plate of salad was set in front 
of him. He looked over at Wanda in time to see one of the men 
setting a plate in front of her. He stood behind and to the left so 
that he could set the plate without disturbing her. Glen watched in 
amazement at the grace. The costume was really outstanding. He 
could actually imagine plantation house slaves dressed in that 
fashion.

He was actually surprised when an elderly black man said, "What 
salad dressing does the master desire tonight?"

Glen looked over at the man and saw that he was carrying a caddy 
with five different dressings on it. He said, "The thousand island 
looks great."

The older man started to dish out the dressing onto the salad. Glen 
watched and then said, "That's enough. Thank you very much."

The black man bowed his head and stated, "It's a pleasure, sir."

The exchange was repeated around the table. Glen watched the 
service with an appreciation. He had not told anyone that he had 
once managed a restaurant. With a practiced eye, he took in the 
entire room. The staff moved slowly and stately around the room. 
Each one performing only one or two services. The young man 
with the water pitcher hardly ever stopped moving as he went from 
table to table refilling the glasses as they emptied. Iced tea glasses 
were refilled every other circuit he took through the room. In fact, 
no glass ever managed to get more than half empty.

Cliff was watching Glen. He commented, "It is almost like a dance 
isn't it? They each move to their own rhythm, yet everything 
comes together."

Glen looked at Cliff and answered, "This is the art of service at its 
highest form."

The same man that had delivered the salads removed the empty 
plates, replacing them with clean plates. He waited until each 
person either finished or set their utensils down to clear the plate. 
Glen looked from one twin to the next seeing the happy 
expressions on their faces. He said, "You three did a wonderful job 
in picking out this place."

Additional plates of food appeared in the center of the table. There 
were plates of deviled crab, fried sea scallops, fried shrimp, fried 
fish, and fried chicken. Standing almost by itself was a plate of 
beautiful golden brown onion rings, each ring was huge. There 
were also plates with celery sticks, radishes, pickles, olives, and 
baby carrots. 

While Glen was eyeing the food, a baked potato appeared on his 
plate. He noticed that the twins and Cliff had French Fries. The 
look of confusion must have been written all over his face as 
Sandra answered his unspoken question, "We ordered the sides 
before you got here. We know how much you like baked potatoes."

The black man that had provided the salad dressings appeared by 
Glen's side. He asked, "What would you like on your potato sir?"

The man held a caddy filled with all kinds of toppings for the 
potato. There was cheese, butter, sour cream, chives, and bacon 
bits. Glen answered, "I'll take butter."

"Yes, sir," answered the man. He slowly dished out a nice dollop 
of butter into the center of the potato. He asked, "Would you 
something else, sir?"

Glen smiled and replied, "No, thank you."

They began to dig into the food on the table. Everything was 
outstanding. They took their time and sampled everything. The 
things they liked the best, they took seconds. The plates never 
emptied completely. Before they had a chance to take seconds, 
several more plates of food were delivered. This included hush 
puppies, biscuits, and cinnamon twists. Everything was perfect. 
Glen could hardly believe how much he ate. 

Appetite sated, he sat back and noticed that the trio was watching 
him with grins on their faces. He shrugged as he explained, "Hey, I 
really liked this place."

Wanda countered, "From how much you ate, I would say that you 
really like the food."

Glen laughed and said, "I really like this place. I have never been 
so impressed in my life by the service, the atmosphere, and the 
quality of food. This is amazing."

When Glen glanced down all of the plates and silver ware had been 
removed. Crumbs on the table cloth had been removed and new 
service had been set. A young girl, maybe sixteen or so, came to 
the table with two coffeepots. She asked, "Would you care for 
regular or decaf, sir?"

Glen answered, "Regular, please."

The girl quickly filled the coffee cup and went to Wanda. She 
continued around the table filling each cup. On the table were a 
cut-glass sugar bowl and a cut-glass pitcher of milk. Glen nodded 
appreciatively. A young black man, about twenty seven, came to 
the table. He extended his hand to Cliff and said, "Welcome Cliff. I 
hope that everything was satisfactory."

Cliff grinned and shook the extended hand. He replied, "This was 
wonderful Oliver."

Oliver turned to Glen and said, "You must be Glen. Happy 
Birthday."

Glen extended his hand and said, "This is an amazing place. You 
guys have done a great job here. You must be very proud of this 
place."

Oliver answered, "Thank you. We were worried when we opened, 
but business has been terrific. Much better than we had planned."

Glen nodded appreciatively. Oliver turned to the twins and smiled, 
"If it isn't twiddle dee and twiddle dum. You are both as beautiful 
as ever."

Sandra laughed and said, "You're never going to let us live that 
down."

Wanda nudged Glen and said, "When we first came over here, he 
asked our names. We were in a rather funny mood so we answered 
twiddle dee and twiddle dum. Then we got into an argument about 
which one of us was twiddle dum."

Oliver laughed and said, "Your young friends here are quite a 
bundle of energy. It must be fun having them around the cabin."

Glen nodded and said, "Fun is a one word you might use to 
describe it."

Oliver said, "Cliff said that you had a wonderful creek filled with 
trout. He invited me over some morning for a try at them. Is that all 
right with you?"

Glen smiled and said, "That's great. I caught four nice ones this 
afternoon. It's always great to have someone around to whom you 
can show off the fish you catch. Cliff over there only goes after the 
big ones."

Oliver answered, "Well, I guess that leaves you and me going after 
quantity."

Glen laughed. He liked Oliver and his easy way of dealing with 
people. He knew that they could be fast friends given the time and 
correct circumstances. Glen said, "You can come over any time. 
Just give Cliff a call at the grocery store and we'll take you down 
to the stream. Once you know where it is, you can come out 
anytime you want."

Oliver looked at Glen in surprise. He replied, "That's most 
generous of you."

"Don't mention it."

Oliver stepped out of the way as a woman came in carrying a small 
cake. He smiled and said, "Here's the desert. Happy Birthday, 
Glen. Come back anytime."

When the cake had been set on the table, Glen turned to thank 
Oliver, but the man was gone. The four of them ate the cake with 
great delight. The coffee flowed and everything was perfect. It was 
funny, but they didn't feel comfortable singing happy birthday in 
the restaurant. All four of them agreed that it didn't fit the 
environment.

When they were finished with their desert, the four of them sat 
back. It was almost ten and Glen realized they had been eating for 
almost two and a half hours. A young girl of about twelve came to 
the table. She was adorable in her outfit. She set a small tray of 
mints on the table and, with a curtsy, said, "Thank you for coming 
here. We hope you will come back again some time."

Glen was floored. He said, "Thank you, ma'am. We'll come back 
again just to see you."

The girl blushed and then left the table. They ate the dinner mints 
appreciating the cool flavor of the mint and the taste of quality 
chocolate. As they were leaving, Cliff reached into a pocket and 
pulled out two bills. He set them on the tray that had held the 
mints. Glen noticed that the bills were both fifties. Cliff had told 
him that they had already paid for the meal. He did a mental 
calculation and realized that a tip that size indicated a very 
expensive meal. 

The drive home was a quiet affair as full stomachs tended to make 
them lethargic. Sandra rode home with him. It was a little after 
eleven when they pulled into his driveway. The whole area was lit 
with the flashing red and blue lights of a police car parked in front 
of the house. Glen and Sandra exchanged a look. Glen said, "I 
wonder what is going on?"

They pulled up to the house and got out. Cliff and Wanda pulled 
up right next to them and got out as well. A deputy came over to 
the group. He didn't look like he had come bearing good news.  He 
stated, "The Sheriff sent me over here to wait for you. We've been 
worried about you."

Glen asked, "Why have you been worried?"

The deputy paused and then answered, "Well, it seems that Amos 
Orvin escaped earlier today. We were afraid that he had taken 
you."

The Menchettes paled at the thought of that maniac. Glen found 
himself becoming angry. He snarled, "How in the hell did that 
happen?"

"Over full jails. They transferred him to a local jail in another 
town. He killed a policeman and escaped. Ripped the guys throat 
out with his teeth." The deputy shuddered as he stated the facts. He 
knew that Amos had been viewed as harmless except when free. 
Amos had used that misperception to his advantage.

Everyone paled at the image of Amos tearing someone's throat out 
with his teeth. They could all imagine him doing that to them. Cliff 
summarized everyone's feelings about the news in one word. He 
simply said, "Fuck."

The deputy asked, "Will you guys be staying here?"

Glen looked at the Metchettes and answered, "Yes. I think that we 
would rather meet him on our terms than on his. There are some 
simple preparations that we can make that will significantly 
increase our chances against him."

The trio stared at Glen, but he didn't give them a chance to ask the 
logical questions. The deputy looked at the four people and didn't 
know what else to say. Finally, he said, "Well, I'll get back into 
town and let the Sheriff know that you are okay for now."

Glen nodded and replied, "Thanks for coming out here and telling 
us. Forewarned is forearmed."

The deputy got in his car and drove away. Glen turned to the other 
three and gestured for them to follow him. When they got in the 
house, Glen turned to them and stated, "Look, it is not as bad as it 
sounds. We can take some very simple steps now and be prepared 
for him. When he comes, we will take care of him once and for 
all."

Wanda, near tears, asked, "How can we do that?"

Glen smiled and answered, "Would the three of you please sit on 
the couch in the same positions that he had you when I interrupted 
him last time?"

The three of them sat on the couch. Glen looked at them and 
stated, "You had your hands behind you."

The three shifted to where their hands were behind them. Glen 
smiled and asked, "Where are your hands?"

Sandra frowned and answered, "In the crack of the couch."

"Exactly. What would have happened last time if there had been 
knives in the crack?"

Wanda grinned and answered, "We could have gotten our hands 
free."

"Exactly. You would have gotten your hands free and you would 
have a weapon in your hands."

Cliff nodded thoughtfully. He added, "You know, if we had some 
sort of signal, we could all attack at the same time."

Sandra looked at her sister and brother. The twins didn't need a 
signal to act like one person, but that would have left Cliff out. She 
asked, "We were bound and gagged last time. Our feet were tied. 
How can we pass a signal?"

"Sandra and Wanda close your eyes for a minute." Glen watched 
as they followed his directions. Glen made a gesture for Cliff to 
bounce on the couch. When Cliff bounced, the twins both turned 
and stared at him. Glen stated, "Exactly. If the middle person 
bounces then the person on each side knows it. So that person 
bounces, you each count to three and then attack. It will be 
coordinated."

Wanda laughed, "That's smart."

Sandra got up and went over to Glen. She leaned against him and 
cooed, "I'd rather have the hero here come rescue us."

Glen shook his head. He decided to be brutally honest so that there 
weren't any surprises. He said, "Amos is not stupid. He's going to 
try taking me out first. He's also not strong enough to carry me 
over to the couch, so I'll be on the floor. Odds are, I'll be bound 
and he's going to take a lot of frustration out on me."

Cliff frowned and asked, "So what are you going to do?"

"I'm going to play possum for as long as I can. When I'm sure that 
all of you have cut your bonds, then I'm going to curl up in a ball. I 
imagine that he's going to try to kick the shit out of me. His 
attention will not be on you and that is your chance to make your 
move."

The group continued to debate the plan for the next hour. There 
were revisions and extensions in case he didn't do the same as 
before. Little weapons were stashed around the house. They even 
practiced cutting duct tape off their wrists with the hidden knives. 
By the time the Metchettes went to bed, they were convinced that 
they could deal with Amos. 

Glen watched them all go to bed. None of them were in the mood 
for sex tonight. The news of Amos' escape had significantly upset 
them. Glen understood and was very angry himself. He went to the 
recliner and thought about other steps that could be taken to protect 
the kids. He knew that by the time Amos had them tied up, they 
would all be naked. From what he knew about Amos, he liked to 
take a bit of time to boast about what he was going to do next. That 
could be used against him also.

Glen got up and made some other preparations. He would keep 
those to himself rather than scare the twins. He hid some first aid 
supplies under the couch in case someone got hurt. He put some 
spare clothes in the trucks in case they had to flee naked. When he 
was satisfied that he had done all that he could for them, he went to 
bed. No one slept well that night, but there weren't the kinds of 
nightmares that they used to have. 
