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Jarred by the morning’s sexual encounter with Tom, Dennis made the decision to drive to the American Embassy in Antiguo Cuscatlán that day so he could start the process of getting Hanson’s passport. Whilst Tom was showering, he placed a call to Ben Halley and asked him to meet them at the Embajada de los Estados Unidos at midday. It was a one-and-a-half hour drive from Ahuachapán and Booker hoped that if government soldiers stopped them, they would not query Tom’s fake identification. However, even if they did, he knew it was a risk he had to take, as there was no chance of Tom leaving El Salvador without the help of the American Embassy.

Hearing the faucets turn off, Dennis knocked on the bathroom door and entered. Tom was carefully drying his scarred body and Booker once again felt anger welling inside him. Not wanting Hanson to sense his rage, he gave a large, fake smile. “Hey Tommy, you’re going to have to use my toothbrush, is that okay?” he asked.

Tom grinned and stared back with large trusting eyes. This time Booker returned a genuine smile. “You haven’t got a clue what I’m saying have you?” he laughed. Tom shrugged and waited for Dennis to instruct him. Squirting toothpaste over the head of the toothbrush, Booker handed it to Hanson. Without any need for further coaching, Tom began to brush his teeth. Booker walked back out into the bedroom and waited until Tom joined him. When Tom wandered out of the bathroom, he handed him his boxers, t-shirt and jeans, which he dutifully put on, including the belt. Booker did not have any shoes for Tom but he figured that they would be in the car so it did not matter. Taking the vial of sedatives out of his bag, he read the instructions and decided one tablet would be enough to keep Tom calm. “Here,” he said, handing the pill to Hanson. “You need to take this.”

Tom eyed him suspiciously and refused to take the pill. “C’mon Tommy, it’s just to relax you on the drive to Antiguo Cuscatlán. You know I’d never give you anything that would hurt you,” Booker coaxed.

“No,” Tom replied moodily as his fingers rubbed at his crotch. “No quiero dormir.” Don’t want to sleep.

Booker was surprised that Tom understood what the pills would do. Up until now, he had not questioned what Booker had asked of him and although it was a positive sign that Hanson still had a mind of his own, for Dennis, it could not have come at a worse time. He could not imagine sitting on a plane with Tom constantly touching himself and he was sure there would be complaints from the other passengers. Deciding that he would have to be more furtive in future, Booker smiled. “Okay Tommy, no pills,” he replied. “But there will be no tócame in the car, understand? No touching.”

“No… touch…ing,” Tom repeated slowly, his expression solemn.

Packing up the few belongings lying around the room, Booker motioned towards the door. “C’mon, let’s get some food before we hit the road.”

Tom rubbed his stomach. “Food,” he mimicked quietly, grinning self-consciously.

Booker smiled and ruffled Tom’s hair. “Very good. You’ll be speaking English again in no time.”

Smiling shyly, Tom placed one hand against Dennis’ cheek and the other over his own heart. “Te quiero Den-nis,” he murmured. “Tu me quieres?” Dennis I love you. You love me?

A delightful shiver ran down Dennis’ spine. Although he did not completely comprehend what Tom was saying he could tell by the look in the young American’s eyes that he was asking if he had feelings for him. Mirroring Tom’s actions, he placed one hand over his heart and the other against Hanson’s pale face. “Sí Tommy,” he whispered, his eyes brimming with tears. “I LOVE you and I won’t let anything bad happen to you, you’re safe with me.”

“Love… you,” Tom muttered, patting Dennis’ face gently with his hand. Turning away, he picked up Booker’s bag and walked to the door. “Vámonos!” he commanded, opening up the door. Let’s go! “Food!”

Laughing, Booker followed Tom out of the room. He was pleased to see Tom becoming more assertive and vocalizing his wants and needs but he could not help but wonder how difficult the transition would be for Tom once he was finally back in America. He had spent two years living a primitive lifestyle deep in a hostile jungle with only violent men for company. Suddenly being thrust back into a civilized world where bad manners and offensive behavior were frowned upon would be confusing for Tom. He had survived by using his wits and selling his body for comfort and food. Booker could only hope that once he left El Salvador, Tom would begin to remember how his life had been and slowly he would be able to repress the bad memories and look towards a brighter future where rape and violence were no longer a normal part of his life.

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After eating a filling breakfast, Booker settled Tom into the passenger seat of the battered Toyota and climbed in beside him. Handing Hanson two bottles of water, he smiled encouragingly. “We’ve got a bit of a drive but I’ll stop whenever you want me to, okay? Do you know what stop means?”

Tilting his head on one side, Tom thought about Booker’s question for a moment before holding his palm out in front of him. “Stop!” he said in a loud voice.

Dennis grinned. “Sí! Very good Tom. You say STOP! when you want me to stop.”

“O-kay,” Hanson replied happily. “Vámonos!”

Starting up the car, Dennis pulled out into the light morning traffic. Once out of the city and traveling back down the hills that circled Ahuachapán, the journey east was far quicker than Booker expected. Government soldiers stopped them ten miles out of Antiguo Cuscatlán and Dennis was grateful that the humidity masked the perspiration that covered his body whilst he waited for the soldier to tell them that they could continue. The small, wiry man glared at Tom then back to the fake document in his hand. Feeling threatened, Tom’s hand went to his crotch and he began to rub at his cock whilst making soft mewing noises. Afraid that the soldier would become suspicious, Booker gently took Hanson’s hand and gave his fingers a squeeze. The soldier peered into the car and grinned, revealing several rotting teeth. “Ah, homosexual Americanos,” he laughed, winking at Booker before handing back their paperwork. His eyes traveled up and down Hanson’s body before settling on his face. “Él es bonito,” the soldier breathed, licking his lips teasingly. He is nice

Seeing the terror in Tom’s eyes, Dennis knew the man was making a suggestive remark. Keeping an outward calm, he smiled pleasantly, whilst inside, he wanted to slam his fist into the soldier’s decaying teeth. “Are we done?” he asked, holding out his hand for their paperwork.

The man hesitated for a moment before passing the documentation through the window. “Sí,” he replied, waving them through.

Releasing Tom’s hand, Booker put the car in gear and drove slowly through the roadblock. Once out of sight of the soldiers, he pulled over and turned to Hanson who was once again stroking at his cock through his jeans. “Hey,” Dennis said quietly, taking Tom’s hand and holding it gently. “It’s okay. We’re okay. Understand? I won’t let anyone hurt you.”

Tom gave a timid smile. “O-kay Den-nis,” he murmured. “Bésame,” he instructed, pointing to his cheek.

Booker’s heart fluttered and leaning over, he pressed his lips gently against the angry red scar running down Tom’s cheek. “All better?” he asked softly.

“All bet-ter,” Tom mimicked, a slow smile playing across his lips.

Feeling as though he was getting into dangerous territory, Booker nodded quickly and checking behind him, he pulled back out onto the narrow road for the final stage of their journey.

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Stopping out front of the Embajada de los Estados Unidos, Booker spotted Ben Halley sitting in a large white Cadillac. Turning off the engine, he climbed out of the car and rolled his neck from side to side. Although not a long journey, he had felt tense from the moment they left Ahuachapán. Now that he was on the steps of the American Embassy, he felt a flood of relief rush through his body. He watched as Ben got out of his car and walked over. Shaking his friend’s hand, Dennis opened the passenger door and squatting down, he gently smiled at Tom. “We’re almost home Tommy,” he said happily. “Come out and meet Ben, we’ve got a lot to thank him for.”

Standing up, Dennis held out his hand and helped Hanson from the car. Turning to Ben, he could not keep the tears from trickling down his cheeks. “Ben, you remember Tom,” he choked, turning his head away with embarrassment.

Smiling his wide smile, Ben held out his hand. “I’m happy to meet you again Officer Hanson,” he replied, his own eyes glistening with tears.

Tom stared at Ben quizzically for a long moment, before taking his hand and shaking it lightly. “Ben,” he said quietly, “Ye shall know the truth and it shall set you free.”

Spinning around, Dennis stared at Tom open-mouthed. “What did you just say?” he spluttered, not trusting his own ears.

Tom remained silent, staring off into space as though nothing unusual had happened. Booker grabbed at Ben’s arm. “You heard that, right? He just recited the fucking CIA’s motto.”

Halley looked just as startled as Dennis. “He said it to me the first night we met in San Salvador,” he replied quietly. “He and Penhall picked me as an agent straight away. I can’t believe he remembered me after all this time.”

“But it’s a good sign, it means he’s starting to remember,” Booker stated excitedly. “Oh God Ben, this is what I’ve been waiting for!”

“Whoa,” Halley replied, laying a large hand on Dennis arm. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. Tom still has a long way to go before he’s the man you and I remember, if he ever is at all. Don’t put too much pressure on him Denny, he needs to be handled gently and by professionals.”

Booker pulled his arm away impatiently. “I know that Ben but for fuck’s sake, let me enjoy the moment!”

Ben nodded slowly. “Okay, enjoy the moment but just remember, it could be months or maybe years before you ever see a glimmer of the old Tom Hanson.”

Halley’s words immediately deflated Dennis’ jubilant mood. Looking over at Tom who was staring innocently into the distance, Booker knew that it would be a very long time before he again saw the man he had originally fallen for, all those years ago.
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