Race With a Heart
Chapter 137: Time to Clean Up This Mess

Chapter 137: Time to Clean Up This Mess

Get a grip, boy! Master your lust! You are, the bloody hell, at your workplace!

The imagination, however, was not so easily restrained. The body, hungry for love, had its own needs and did not want to give them up.

Before Martin met Steve, these needs were rather moderate and the boy, although in all his vitality, could live without a woman for several months. It was nothing pleasant, such a life of abstinence, but it was bearable. After parting ways with Heather and before he met Ami, he didn’t even feel much need.

Now that he got to know the man’s taste, the longing his body felt was shattering him to pieces.

It was not just physical gratification. It wasn’t just about sex. Being physically close to Steve consumed him not only physically but also emotionally. Before Martin met Paxton, he had no idea that such a thing could even exist.

Was this what sex was like when lovers had love?

At that moment, Martin remembered Sid and his feelings for Dave. He remembered his question, could love exist without sex?

Maybe, surely maybe. Martin knew that there are people who have very little sexual needs and lead normal, happy lives. The key to happiness has always been the right choice of a partner. Martin did not know if these people were born with little needs or if they had some bad experiences that weakened their needs. He also didn’t know if Dave, who was still just a teenager, didn’t have these needs either or if he saw them as something nasty? Did something as natural as sex from past events turn Dave off?

Anyone who molests children must be castrated, that’s what! One moment of their sick pleasure ruins the whole life of a little innocent victim! Society should finally stop turning a blind eye to this problem! Why did some pervert take one of Dave’s basic joys away?

Martin was struck by the contrast of his and Dave’s situation. Both had quite shocking experiences with men, but Martin was now grown up, experienced and stronger, and Dave was just a kid. When Don tried to force intercourse with Martin, Martin felt disgusted, but he could deal with his fear and disgust, but Dave was just a child. If Martin felt terrible, how terrible must Dave feel?

But there is no such damage that cannot be repaired, is there? The road ahead of Dave will be bumpy and long, but he’ll be able to overcome his difficulties, just like Steve did, right?

"Martin, somebody for you" the young mechanic suddenly heard Dave’s voice. Boy was pointing his thumb over his back. Surprised, Martin looked in that direction and saw ...

"Karl Walton?"

At that moment his heart skipped with terror.

What’s Karl doing here? Steve didn’t suddenly get worse, did he?

***

Karl Walton finished the phone call with Jack Lambert and felt some of the tension he felt was draining from him. And he had a lot of it in him.

The private investigator hired to investigate a possible connection between Don Alston and the track incidents had no information for him. So Karl had no argument to fight against Steve’s unreasonable demand.

Steve’s request for Martin to drive in the races instead of him was insane in many ways, and could actually mean that Paxton had been hit too hard on the head and was getting stupid from it. But if Abe Allen, who had been in this stable since day one, and even before that, said that Martin had the potential to be a good driver, then it had to be that way. Even Jack was not against the idea and supported it so much that he brought in a damn good sponsor for Martin. But why hadn’t Lambert brought it for himself earlier? At this point, however, that was not the most important problem. It was important that the sponsor showed up at all, and it was one with a really powerful capital.

Don Alston had a nice back, but at the sight of the money Martin brings with him, Karl’s father will start drooling so much that he will have no trouble hiring a boy. First as the third driver, of course, and then it’ll work out the way it will.

Most importantly, Steve should feel calmer. After all he’s been through lately, he deserved a little quiet thought, and if hiring Martin would ensure that, then it would be worth doing.

Paxton was a man of not only great talent and value for the stable, but he was simply a good man whose life had led him to a poor place. He was not holy and he made mistakes, but if, in the footsteps of this Egyptian god, we could weigh his good and bad deeds, his good and bad intentions, there would be many more good ones. Therefore, Steve by no means deserved to be destroyed as a competitor or as a human. On the contrary, he deserved to live a peaceful life with the addition of joy and happiness. So if Martin allows him to survive, allows him to find the desire to live a better life, Walton had no argument to fight it. All he could do was grit his teeth and show his support.

Karl stood at a distance from the entrance to the old car repair shop, waiting for the right moment to go inside. The moment had to be right for him, but it looked like it might never come. Martin might be a genius driver, hell, he might even be brighter than Steve, but bringing him to the stables under such circumstances was a clear invitation to even more trouble than they were now. Neither Alston nor his sponsor would sit quietly and politely and watch Martin take his position on the track. And if Don is actually involved in what happened to Steve, would he just let Martin interfere?

This, of course, was only a guess of a weary mind. There was no way Alston would turn out to be involved in anything. His back was wide, but not that wide.

Walton was about to walk into the auto repair shop when his phone rang again. This time he was informed that the police had appeared in the stables and wanted to talk to the drivers.

"Okay, there’s nothing to worry about," Karl announced, although he felt the stress rise himself. "They probably want to finish this thing well with Steve. Let them into my office. I will be there ... "

He wanted to say that he would be there soon, but the police did not require his presence and the drivers were grown-up people and could fend for themselves. Walton had a lot to deal with, and since he had already started the one with Martin, he should finish it and at least move on with that.

"If I am needed," he said, instead of the previous thought, "let them contact me. I’m out of the office temporarily and I have some errands to do. "

Exactly so, if he didn’t get things done slowly, systematically, chaos would be in the Fergus Stables. And his job was precisely to prevent similar situations. In all this madness, someone has to stay sober.

Walton paused on the threshold and looked at the interior of the workshop, which was nothing special except for the lack of electronic analysis equipment. Karl felt a bit as if he had stood up on the threshold of a previous era and was looking at what should now be a museum hall, not a working workshop.

"Good morning, aren’t you coming in?" Karl heard the young man’s voice behind him. He realized he was blocking the passage.

"Sorry," said Walton, and stepped aside. "Are you working here?"

"Yes. Do you need anything? "

The boy was perhaps eighteen and looked cheerful and smart. He was also very polite.

"I’m looking for someone. His name is Martin ... "

The boy regarded Karl with his eyes. He must have seen expensive clothes and knew that he was dealing with someone from a completely different social class, yet he did not lower his eyes and did not become flattering. He continued to be polite, but Walton noticed that he had planted suspicion in the boy.

"I am Karl Walton" he introduced himself to the boy. "I’m from the Fergus Stables."

It was the best recommendation that could come up, yet the boy did not overcome his suspicion. He was tough.

"Wait, I’ll see if he is inside," the boy announced. "Just don’t stand right in the entrance, okay? Maybe you just go inside."

There was no point in arguing. The boy was just right. So Karl followed the teenager inside. The boy stepped forward and after a while started talking to someone. These were just a few words after which Walton saw Martin.

Martin was pale, looking tired and nervous. Bad thoughts must have occurred to him at the sight of Karl as his eyes widened visibly.

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