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in the city. I came upon him in unfortunate circumstances, but he’s a keeper.” Jake went over and poured himself a scotch.
    “So you don’t need the boys anymore.”
    “No, I need the boys now, more than ever. He doesn’t know he’s a sub. I’m sure he is but I want to know for certain before I invest time in bringing him to hand.” He drank it down.
    “How confident are you in your assessment?”
    “Pretty confident, but I want all of you to meet him this weekend and tell me what you think. I can bring him to dinner Friday night to find out what the Doms think and he can go to the sub club meeting on Monday where they can assess him and you guys can tell me what the subs think.”
    “I’ll give Jim my permission to tell you directly but after that I wash my hands. If you get into trouble with the other Doms, remember, it’s not my problem.”
    “Okay, I’m good with that. I can’t be as much of a fuck up as you guys were. Except, of course, Bear, who not only knew Brian was a sub, but knew he was a goner the moment he saw him. I’ll see you Friday.”
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    Thursday Morning
    The alarm woke Davey up at five-thirty. He quickly took a shower and brushed his teeth. He dressed but put on his old robe so his clothing wouldn’t get splattered while making breakfast. He crept downstairs so as not to awaken Jake. First, he looked in the refrigerator. He found a dozen eggs and a package of bacon. In the pantry was a bag of Yukon Gold potatoes.
    He grabbed the potatoes and peeled three, cutting them into pieces and putting them on to boil. He took a large onion and finely chopped it. Removing a frying pan from the pot rack he started the bacon. He fried the whole pound because he could use bacon bits in baked potatoes for supper. He saw veal chops in the freezer and took them out to defrost.
    Once the bacon was ready and put on paper towels to absorb the grease, he drained the potatoes and began to fry them and the onions with the bacon grease in the skillet. He added what spices he could find, salt, pepper and paprika. Davey went into the vegetable bin in the fridge again, rooted about and found some mushrooms, peppers and extra sharp cheddar cheese. He chopped the vegetables, shredded the cheese with a grater he saw in a drawer, and put together an omelet. Next, Davey found the coffee pot and made coffee for Jake. He put four slices of toast in the toaster.
    He spied fresh oranges in a bowl on the counter and he cut them in half and used an old fashioned glass juicer he found near the spices to make fresh orange juice. He had everything ready at seven on the dot when Jake walked into the kitchen.
    “Something smells delicious. What did you make?”
    “A cheese omelet with mushrooms and peppers, bacon, home fries and toast. I also squeezed some fresh orange juice.” Jake sat down and Davey put the juice in front of him along with a cup of fresh coffee.
    “That juicer, I haven’t seen it in years, it was my grandmother’s.” Davey noticed Jake’s grey eyes got a little glassy when he mentioned his grandmother.
    Not knowing what to do Davey stood with his hands behind his back.
    “There is enough for two here. Get yourself a plate.” Davey got another plate from the cupboard and sat down next to Jake. Jake divided the omelet between them and gave Davey two slices of the toast.
    “Coffee?” Jake asked, holding up the carafe that Davey had poured.
    “No thank you, Sir, I drink tea.”
    “Put tea on the grocery list for Marla. This is really outstanding.” Jake went back to eating his meal.
    Davey was out of his chair as soon as Jake cleared his plate. He quickly cleaned the kitchen. Then Davey went into his room, made the bed, washed out the sink and hung up his robe. He put his briefs and his clothing from the day before in the hamper he found in his closet. He came out of his room and met Jake in the hallway. “Sir, I put my dirty clothing in the hamper. Do you have a washing machine? I could do