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3 D.A.D.s / 3 BOYS - Part 1

A STORY SET IN THE ‘BRAVE NEW WORLD’ OF D.A.D.

Chapter One: 3 D.A.D.s

Mr. Nelson had completed the arrangements; all that remained was for him to type the three codes into the Omnicomp and trigger the portal.

This he did and watched the tall rectangular frame begin to glow. In a few seconds three forms materialized in the frame and stepped out. There were BIG! But Mr. Nelson was not surprised. He had worked for D.A.D. (Devotion and Discipline) for twelve years, and was familiar with the medical, psychological and pharmaceutical training that all D.A.D. men received. They were the father-figures of the Brave New World.

Mr. Nelson smiled. The three men were perfect! Three wonderfully different prototypes to go with the three boys in his most recent case-study.

"Mr. Lester, I’m so pleased that you accepted the assignment." Mr. Nelson shook the man’s hand and, at the same time, looked him over. He was about 6’4" tall, not unusual for a D.A.D., and looked as if he would take no nonsense whatsoever. James Lester had close-cropped gray hair and a very trim but full moustache and beard. A half-smoked cigar stuck rakishly out of the corner of the man’s mouth, and he wore leather biker chaps and an open leather vest. The man’s broad, deeply defined chest and large nipples were impressive.

James Lester nodded his head. He wasn’t a smiler. "I’m Peter’s D.A.D." Lester said. "That right?"

"That’s right, Mr. Lester, Peter Heller will be your intermediary son. He will be completely under your hand....so to speak."

James Lester smiled and touched something that hung from his broad leather belt; it was a wooden hairbrush.

Mr. Nelson handed James Lester the photo of a boy who looked about twelve years old; he was actually eighteen, but the new longetivity treatments that were administered to everyone at birth made appearances very deceiving. Preadolescence now lasted nearly twenty years and adolescence itself, another twenty. The boy in the picture also wore large eyeglasses which made him look young and wide-eyed, and he had dark brown hair that flopped over his forehead.

"He’s a bookish boy and mostly a follower, but I understand that he isn’t very careful about who he follows."

James Lester studied the picture of the boy who (although he didn’t know it) had legally become this man’s son, and said, "Well, he’s a cute little tyke." Lester talked around his cigar and fingered the hairbrush that hung at his hip, "But he’s going to find out that he’s got a father who will teach him to pick better company."

"He looks like a sweet little boy, doesn’t he, Mr. Lester?" Mr. Nelson offered. "And he’s never been spanked. It’s in his dossier."

Mr. Lester took his cigar out of his mouth and pointed the chewed end at Mr. Nelson, "He’ll be a veteran in no time," Mr. Lester said, "Because this daddy believes that a boy’s proper place is over his father’s knees. After I have his pants down for about an hour, he’ll be more conversant the subject." He put the stogie back into his jaw and worked it into a comfortable place.

Mr. Nelson now moved forward to greet the next man. He was a bear-like figure dressed in a policeman’s uniform. The uniform looked way to tight for him and probably was; although it had been the largest that was available. Mr. George Kolka had thin neatly-combed red hair and an enormous moustache that covered his upper lip and framed the sides of his mouth. A large, bent steaming briar pipe hung from the side of his mouth, but he removed it when he shook Mr. Nelson’s hand.

"You are one of the biggest D.A.D.s I’ve ever seen, Mr. Kolka," Mr. Nelson said with complete candor.

"Hey, I was already over six foot tall when I started my treatments with D.A.D.," George Kolka said, he returned his pipe to the corner of his mouth and puffed out a large cloud of smoke.

"And now?"

"I’m 6’10"!" Kolka said. The sleeves of his blue police shirt were rolled up and his biceps ballooned out. Even his forearms were of Popeye-quality, sans the tattoo.

"This is your new ‘son,’ Mr. Kolka," Mr. Nelson said. He gave George Kolka a picture. The boy looked a little older than the previous teenager, somewhere between thirteen and fourteen; he was actually nineteen. He was a chubby boy with a big grin and a very good-natured face. Unlike the boy in the previous picture, this lad looked like a mischief-maker.

"His name is Jeff Clements, and he’s wanted for armed robbery."

George Kolka shifted his pipe to the other side of his mouth and blew out smoke. One hand fell to his wide leather belt. "I think Jeff is going to need some intimate physical contact," Mr. Kolka said.

"I dare say, Mr. Kolka," Mr. Nelson agreed.

Now Mr. Nelson shook the hand of the final D.A.D. and proffered him the picture of his ‘son.’ This last man, though very different in appearance from his rather ‘tough-looking’ companions, was no less large, despite his formal apparel. Robert Scott wore a gray Madison Avenue, suit. He had dark neatly combed hair; it was a haircut that you would have seen duplicated multiple times on the floor of the New York Stock Exchange, and he was so clean-shaven that it looked as though he had only done the deed seconds before arriving.

"This is Kenny," Mr. Nelson informed Mr. Scott, "Kenny Walski. He’s the leader of the three."

Robert Scott nodded, and adjusted the knot in his tie. "He’ll need a lot of guidance."

Mr. Nelson nodded.

"And an hour or so, with my hand on his bare bottom," Mr. Scott added reflectively

"I expect so," Mr. Nelson agreed, smiling.

He addressed all three men, the Biker, the Cop and the Executive (as he thought of them).

"These three boys ran away from a youth center about two months ago. They need to be apprehended and trained individually before they are placed in a D.A.D.-run school. You understand that this means that you will be taking your ‘son’ home with you for that preliminary training.

The three men nodded.

"I’m eager to get Junior home," James Lester said, referring to Peter Heller, "he and I have a lot of father and son bonding to do."

George Kolka puffed his pipe and chortled, "I guess that Jeff is going to need some bonding too!"

Robert Scott cleared his throat. "Kenneth and I are going to have a good, long father and son talk."

"So where are the little squirts?" James Lester asked.

Mr. Nelson clicked on the Omnicomp screen and immediately, the three D.A.D.s were looking at what appeared to be a movie of three boys in an alley.

"They’ve been followed for the past three days, but we didn’t pick them up," Mr. Nelson said. "We just kept our hidden cameras on them." He turned to three men. "We thought that you might like to apprehend your sons yourselves."

George Kolka took his briar from his mouth and tamped the hot coals with a well-calloused thumb. He pointed the stem of his pipe at the screen of the Omnicomp. "Just look at those little devils," he said, a sly grin appearing beneath his bushy moustache.

The three boys, Peter, Jeff and Kenny, were sitting on cardboard boxes in the alley and passing around a bottle of what might have been brandy. Kenny took out a pack of cigarettes and each boy took one.

Kenny stuck it in the corner of his mouth with an ease that spoke of experience.

"I can see," Robert Scott said, his eyebrows arching dangerously, "that Kenneth will need to learn that smoking is a bad habit!"

Jeff watched Kenny and clumsily tried to immitate him. Peter wrinkled his nose at the cigarette.....

"Don’t do it,son, "James Lester said out loud.

Peter tentatively put the cigarette between his lips and then fumbled as it fell out of his mouth. He caught it and clamped it in the front of his mouth.

Kenny had struck a match and clamping his lips together, quickly drew on his smoke. Jeff, once again, studied Kenny and lit his own cigarette. Peter took the match that Jeff passed to him and, holding his cigarette with one hand, choked it into life.

"Put us on the spot," George Kolka said, clamping his pipe between his back teeth. "I’m gonna leather Jeff’s backside for this."

"Alright, gentleman," Mr. Nelson said. "If you’ll step into the Omnicomp, I’ll arrange for you to meet your sons in person."

Lester, Kolka and Scott stepped into the portal, and Mr. Nelson typed a code into the Omnicomp.

The portal started to glow and the last thing Mr. Nelson heard, before the three D.A.D.’s vanished, was James Lester saying, "I’ll whale the daylights out of him!"

(to be continued)