Incest Justin Thyme by Callicious

[Ramesh_Rocky]

I dropped the girls off at the house after breakfast and drove Steph's car over to Jim's store. I had a couple of ideas running around in my head and I wanted to see what Jim had available, or that he could order, for me to use. Without even thinking about it I pulled into an employee parking spot and started for the back door before reminding myself I don't work there any more. I walked around to the front of the building and entered through the front door. I was accosted, albeit all in fun, immediately as I stepped in the door. Harry and Tom were on duty in the showroom, and we went way back to before I was even in high school.

"Who do you think you are, coming in the front door like that?" Harry bellowed at me before the door had even closed behind me.

"Yeah," Tom called out. "Your kind come in the back door. What do you think you are, the gentry? Just because you find a veritable gold mine doesn't raise you up in society!" Tom grabbed my hand, but it devolved into a hug. "I'm proud for you, son. I don't know anyone that deserves it more than you."

Harry grabbed me in a big hug too. "The only thing that disappointed me is I didn't see your ugly mug on the TV. What were you doing hiding in your house, anyway?" He gave me a big slap on the back that about knocked me off my feet. "So what are you going to do with all of that ill-gained loot?"

"Well, knowing the way you run that adding machine over there I'll probably end up overpaying enough in here to have very little left." Tom cracked up laughing at Harry.

"Tell us what happened," Tom urged, and I knew he was interested because they really cared about me, not just looking for gossip. I also knew they would keep it to themselves, and being as good friends as they have been to me over the years I went ahead and told them the basics of the story. They already had most of it from the news, but I figured if I told them at least they would get it from the front end of the horst this time. That reporter sticking his foot in the door and harassing me still had me a little peeved. I hoped he was limping still from slamming the door on his foot.

Since there was no one else in the store at the moment I sat down with them and told them about finding the door, and then the skeletons, and then how Grandpa and I had found the chests. No mention was made of the other room, and of course we didn't even know yet what all was in there. I told them how I had asked Grandpa to call the railroad people so we could give them the gold back.

"You would do that." Harry interjected. "Your parents raised you right. Trust me, when you are my age you will look back and be glad you did it. That money might have been nice to have, but a good conscience sleeps a lot nicer. You are smart enough you'll never do without anyway."

I didn't want to be dishonest with them, but I didn't want to tell them everything either, so I just said, "Well, the railroad people were good about it, and they gave us a nice reward for turning the money back over to them. I also have an offer of an internship with the CEO each summer while I'm in school if I want it. I don't want you to think we didn't get anything."

Tom reached out and squeezed my shoulder and said, "By rights you ought to get something out of it. Legally you could have claimed half, but knowing you, and the way you were raised, I know you would never do that. That offer he gave you shows that the railroad guy recognized character. You can always teach smarts, but you can't teach character, except the way your folks did from the time you were young. I'm proud to have worked with you, Justin."

I was getting pretty embarrassed. It didn't seem to me like we had done anything unusual. I just tried to do what was right and to think of the other person. That Golden Rule has been around a long time now, and it always seemed a good way to live to me. The bell over the door clanged, breaking up our conversation, and I told Tom I was going to snoop around in the back for a bit and see if I could figure out what I needed. I knew what I had in mind, of course, but I also knew it didn't exist in the form I needed it, so it was going to take a little improvisation to make it work, if I was able to do so at all.