Bill W

Castaway Hotel IV

Chapters 19-27

Chapter 19
Parties and Problems

Sunday started off as usual too, with all of us attending church together and then going out to brunch. Since it was a gorgeous day, we decided to have Dustin's birthday celebration outside, which would start off with an early family dinner. I had the boys get the picnic tables cleaned off and ready to go, while I finished making sure everything was in order. Once that was taken care of, Danny and Brandon helped me set up a temporary table for the food, while Kevin set up additional folding tables to ensure everyone would have room to sit down to eat. After counting up the number of people who would be there, which included the Spences, the Shays and Sally, I also counted up the places at the table and concluded what we'd set up would be sufficient to accommodate our guests.

After everyone arrived, I cooked the remaining items on the two grills and then we sat down and had a lovely meal together. Of course, Dustin was the focal point of much of the early conversations at the tables, but he was happy to let the attention drift away from him as the afternoon progressed, since he wasn't particularly fond of being the center of attention. Once everyone had finished eating, the boys helped me do a quick clean up and carried the dinnerware and leftovers into the house, so we'd be ready for Dustin's friends to arrive.

Dustin and I had discussed his guest list far in advance and he decided to invite several of his other friends to this gathering, both male and female, which was unusual for one of these get-togethers. Dustin had wanted his girlfriend and some of their other female friends there, and I saw no reason not to allow this. I did explain this to Kevin before the big day, because I didn't want to surprise him and create a situation that would affect any of us adversely.

Once everyone had arrived, we began the party and it immediately took on a different air than I was used to. First of all, Dustin's girlfriend had him get his boom box and set it up so she could play some of his CDs, and then she and Dustin began to dance on the back deck, while the other girls asked the young men who had come with them and some of my boys if they would care to dance too. Soon, there were bodies gyrating all around and moving about, and even Steve and Mary joined in the fun.

Seeing them going with the flow gave me an idea, so I asked Sally if she would like to be my partner. She agreed and we soon joined the other couples. Even though we were dancing with Dustin and his friends, the music could be heard not only outside, but also in the house, so I would be willing to bet that some of my gay boys were dancing with each other somewhere inside. I was to learn later that my hunch was correct.

Pat had gone in the house before Dustin's friends arrived, because he didn't want to distract them from the purpose of the party. However, once Dustin noticed he wasn't around, he asked me where Pat was and then went inside to fetch he. After a few minutes, they come out the back door together, with Pat gripping Dustin's arm, and Dustin led him over to one of the lawn chairs, where he could sit down.

Almost immediately, the rest of Dustin's friends stopped dancing and came over to greet Pat. Since he didn't want to go out very often after the accident, none of them had seen him since that time and were eager to ask him how he was doing. They had all heard about what had happened and were anxious to learn if there had been any change in his condition. While they were listening to his response, I did notice that each of them were also checking out his facial scars and damaged eyes, which I guess is only human nature. However, they made no comments about it, and although Pat might have suspected what they were up to, nothing they did or said confirmed his hunch.

After playing several more tunes and dancing up a storm, we decided it was time to take a break and have the cake and ice cream. After everyone got his share and devoured it, we took a little more time to allow Dustin to open his presents and do the typical birthday party oohs and ahhs. Just as he got to the last of his gifts, the Beckers arrived to drop off Richard, so I excused myself and went out to talk with them briefly.

After apologizing for interrupting our festivities, since they'd noticed the number of cars in the driveway and people moving about, I explained we were just holding Dustin's birthday party, which I expected to have them there for anyway. Then I turned toward Richard, who was bursting to tell me about his time on the farm. Now that it was his turn to speak, Richard enthusiastically informed me about how he had fed the pigs, collected eggs from the chickens, helped milk one of the cows and then went riding on the horses with both of the Beckers. He informed me he rode on the horse with Mr. Becker, but was allowed to hold the reins and help decide where they were going. He was literally bubbling as he told me about this experience, and happily confirmed it was the first time he had ever been horseback riding.

Over the course of the next several minutes, Richard rambled on and on about some of the things they had done or he had seen, while the Beckers just sat back and smiled, pleased by his enthusiasm and the knowledge he had enjoyed his time on their farm. Before long they announced they had to leave, as they wished to reach home before dark. Before they left, however, they did go out and wish Dustin a happy birthday and apologized they didn't have a gift for him. His response was that yesterday's breakfast was more than enough of a gift for him, as he had enjoyed the meal immensely. This seemed to placate them and I was impressed by Dustin's off-the-cuff diplomacy.

When the Beckers finally went out to their car, Richard and I followed them, so we could say a final good-bye. We waved at them as they drove off, and then we went back to join the others. After I cut Richard a piece of cake and scooped him out some ice cream, he downed them in record time and then raced off to hang around with the younger boys, who were creating their own forms of entertainment.

Once it began to get dark, Steve, Mary and Sally said their farewells and left for their own home, and the Spences went inside. The younger boys and I soon followed, with some of the others joining us a little while later, but Dustin and his friends remained outside. Although we had a couple of spotlights for the rear deck, they decided not to turn them on, so the rest of the dancing took place in the dark. I think they were just dancing, along with checking out each other's tonsils and reading the Braille embossed clothing they thought their partner was wearing. After another hour or so, I told them it was time to break it up, since they all had school the next day. I think everyone had a good time and I felt things went well for our first co-ed get together. By the time Dustin's friends began to leave, it was time for the rest of them to start getting ready for bed.

Before he went up to shower, Pat asked me if I was going to check with the high school principal this week, to see if he could return to school. I told him I would start contacting the appropriate people and see how they reacted, but I also warned him that I expected it would be a week or two before they would give us a final answer. He said he understood it might take some time and that would be fine, but he wanted to make sure I tried to speed up the process as much as possible, as he was anxious to be back with his friends, especially after how well he thought things had gone today. I told him I understood how he felt and would try to move things along as quickly as possible.

I spoke to Richard again after everyone had left, to see what he wanted to do about sleeping arrangements tonight. It was then that he informed me he was going to sleep with Ricky, Graham and Cole on the king size bed in the jungle room. I just smiled and told him I thought it was a great idea and agreed he should be spending more time with the boys, while he had the chance. I also mention that unless I heard different from Sally, this was to be the last weekend we were expecting him as a guest for now, although he was always welcome to come spend time with us, whenever he wanted.

When we finished our conversation, he went upstairs with the boys and I heard that he showered with all of them in the old master bath. The shower in there is quite large and he did mention to me before how he took showers in a huge shower room at the home, with a group of other boys, so I didn't foresee any problems there. I did warn the boys that there was to be no sexual activity, as I wasn't sure where Ricky stood on that issue and felt it best to play it safe. Later on I went up to check on them and they were all sound asleep, lying peacefully next to each other.

I went back downstairs and was doing some menial duties when Nick came racing down the stairs, trying to find me. "Pop, I just told Kevin about me and he's upstairs crying," he announced, while looking on the verge of tears himself. "Will you go see if you can make him feel better?"

"Of course," I confirmed, while moving in that direction. "Did you tell him the way we talked about?" I pressed.

"Yeah, I told him that I still liked him a lot, but I was having trouble being with just one guy," he answered. "I tried to explain to him it's just the way I am, at least the way I am now, but that if I ever decided to stay with just one guy, I'd want it to be him or someone just like him. That's when he started asking me what was wrong with him and why he couldn't get any guy to love him and stay with him. That's when he started crying and wasn't listening to what I was trying to tell him, so I thought I'd better come and get you."

"I'm glad you did and I'll go up and see what I can do for him." I walked upstairs and headed directly for Kevin's room. I knocked on the door softly, something I did with all the boys in order to respect their privacy, and Kevin merely screamed in response, "Go away and leave me alone."

"Kevin, it's me, Dad," I replied softly, hoping it would make him change his stance. Unfortunately, there was no immediate response, so I spoke again. "May I come in?"

There was another pause before he said anything more. "I guess," he answered, somewhat softly. I think he only allowed me in because I was the head honcho around here. As I entered the room, he looked up at me and I noticed his eyes were full of tears and his checks streaked with the telltale traces of his emotional breakdown. "I guess you've already heard?" he wondered, barely audibly.

"Yes, Nick came down to get me because he was worried about you," I confirmed. "He really didn't want to hurt you, you know."

"Well, he did, whether he meant to or not," Kevin shot back. His pain was clearly reflected in his face and reinforced by the bitterness of his tone.

"I know, but only because he hasn't yet learned how to control Nick," I replied. "We all knew what he was like from the start, even though he did try to change his ways just for you."

"I'm not blaming him, it's me," Kevin informed me. "There must be something about me that makes guys want to leave after a while."

"No, Kevin, it's not you," I countered, trying to console him. "It just happened that you ended up with guys who weren't ready for this type of a relationship."

"Both of them?" Kevin challenged. "Don't you think it's kind of strange that I'm the only one this has happened to, and now it's happened to me twice? It didn't happen to Danny and Brandon, and Trey and Dion are still together, so why can't I get anyone to stay with me like that?"

"Kevin, you can't blame yourself for someone else's problems," I challenged. "Dustin is bi-sexual and decided he was more attracted to girls…"

"Only because I couldn't satisfy him," Kevin cut me off.

"That isn't it at all," I responded. "It's just that his attraction to females was greater than his attraction to males. He told me that if he did decide to stay with a guy forever, it would definitely be with you."

"A lot of good that does me," Kevin replied, sarcastically.

"I know it doesn't help, but it's true," I assured him. "And Nick tried to be faithful to you too, but he's just one of those guys that can't seem to stay with only one partner. I don't know why or if there is any scientific or genetic basis for this, but some people just can't confine themselves to just one lover. I've seen examples of it happening in both gay and straight men, as well as in women."

"But why can't I find someone who really wants me and will stay with me?" he whined, showing how vulnerable he was at the moment.

"You will, believe me," I offered, trying to sound hopeful. "I know you probably won't buy in to this right now, but most people will fall in love many times in their lives. None of those loves will be exactly the same and not all of those will be the romantic type of love. There will be times when you love someone as you would a sibling, a parent or a friend, but there will also be times you will love them more deeply and passionately than that, while longing to be with them in every way so you can share that love. Eventually, you WILL find that guy, but be patient and don't let the setbacks you suffer along the way defeat you from continuing your search."

"What's the use," he spat back, like a wounded animal lashing back in self-defense, "if they're not going to stay with me anyway?"

"You can't judge all relationships, by the ones that have failed. You will eventually meet the right guy, just be patient," I offered, trying to sound convincing. "Your luck will change and you will find the right guy. Just hang in there and don't get discouraged."

"It's hard not to," he admitted. "I really loved both of them, and I thought they both loved me too. After that special Valentine's Day, I was convinced Nick was really serious and I had nothing to worry about."

"I know and he really felt it was important to do it for you," I confirmed. "He was determined to show you a great time that evening."

"Why, so he could let me crash and burn later?" Kevin challenged.

"No, and I know he feels bad about that too," I offered, sympathetically. "I'm convinced he tried his best not to hurt you, but he just couldn't resist his urges. Nick has a lot of growing up to do, and learning to resist temptation is just one of the things he has to work on."

"You mean it's something he might learn to control?" Kevin asked, hopefully.

"Yes, I truly believe one day he will, but I don't see it happening in the very near future," I agreed. "He really did try, I could see the effort he was putting in to trying to stay faithful to you, but eventually the temptations became too great for him to resist. I truly hope he does change and learn to control his behavior, or he could end up very lonely when he gets older, but that's something he'll have to cope with when the time comes. Nick just gets too much of a thrill from the pursuit and fails to find the same satisfaction in just being intimate. For him, the challenge and greatest satisfaction is in getting other guys to say yes to him, regardless of their orientation. In fact, the eventual conquest may be more rewarding to him than the sex."

"But Nick is a very good lover and he really does enjoy the sex," Kevin challenged, missing my point.

"Yes, I'm sure he does," I agreed, "but I do believe the chase and conquest are just as exciting for him as whatever he does with his partners later. You know how some people are just obsessed with winning or with gambling, well Nick's the same way, but he's obsessed with having whomever he desires. It's like a game to him, or a bet, and he gets more satisfaction from the guy saying yes and agreeing to do whatever he wants, than he does from having an orgasm or making the other guy have one."

"Wow, I never thought of it like that," Kevin admitted. "I guess I did see that in him, since he always seemed to be scoping-out other guys at school and when we were out someplace, but I let it go, figuring it was okay for him to look, as long as he didn't touch. I guess it was very silly of me to think he wouldn't want to start touching again later, but I really did love him, Dad."

"I know you did, Kevin, and I think he loved you too, more than he ever has loved anyone else, but for some reason he just wasn't strong enough to resist the temptations. You can't blame yourself for what happened, any more than you could blame yourself for what happened between you and Dustin. I know that doesn't make it any easier to accept or any easier to bear, but life is definitely not fair."

"Oh, I knew that before," he admitted, "but I thought that had changed when I came here to live."

"Thanks and it's nice to know you thought that, but life will still have its ups and downs," I explained, "and not everything that happens will seem fair."

"Dad, do you really think I'll ever find someone who will love just me and want to stay with me?" he wanted to know.

"Yes, I'm certain of that. You're just too great of a guy to be alone for very long," I assured him. "I can't promise when it will happen, but it will, and then you'll look back at these two failed relationships and realize it was all for the best."

"I hope you're right, but I still can't get over the hurt," he told me. "I feel all empty inside now and I just can't think about anything else at all."

"That's understandable," I confirmed. "I mean, it still hurts even if you do understand what happened and why, no matter how old or mature you are. Would it help if you stayed with me tonight?" I offered. Kevin looked up at me and thought about it for a minute.

"No, Dad, I'll be fine," he finally replied.

"Then do you want me to have Nick sleep somewhere else tonight?" I countered. Once gain, Kevin took a minute to think about it before he answered.

"No, not unless he wants to," he replied. "I know this will probably sound strange, but I think I'd actually feel better if he was in bed beside me, because then we might be able to work things out."

"Kevin, I thought you understood that probably wasn't an option," I challenged, wondering how he thought that would help. "Nick just isn't mature enough to handle a monogamous relationship."

Kevin looked puzzled for a second, but then finally spoke again. "No, Dad, I didn't mean to work it out so we were back together. I just meant work it out so we were still friends. I still care about him and he is still like a brother to me."

"Oh, I'm sorry I jumped to conclusions," I apologized. "I guess that's a bad habit of mine. Do you want me to have him come up here and talk to you?"

"Yeah, if he's willing," Kevin agreed.

"I'm sure he will be and I have a feeling it will make him feel better too," I added. "He really does care about you too, it's just that he's not ready to settle down."

"I think I'm beginning to understand that now, Dad, and thanks," Kevin replied

"You're welcome and I'm glad you're handling this so maturely," I noted.

"I guess it's a little easier after the Dustin thing," he agreed. "Besides, for some reason I kept thinking this might happen. I had noticed things going on in school, but it's just that I didn't want to accuse him without proof and I guess I didn't really want my suspicions to be true. I thought if I didn't make a big deal about things, they really wouldn't matter."

"I know it's often easier to ignore the obvious or try to give it a different spin, rather than admit to the truth," I concurred.

"Yeah, and that's what I was doing," Kevin admitted. "I knew that a bunch of other guys were talking with Nick quite often and he was even disappearing from time to time, and when I would ask him where he was or what he was up to, he wouldn't have a very good explanation. I never pushed it, but I guess down deep I really knew what he was doing."

"I'm sure you did, but it's not always easy to admit the obvious, not even when you're older and wiser," I informed him. "Well, let me go down and speak with Nick, and then I'll send him up to chat with you. Good night, Kevin, and remember I still love you." I kissed him on the forehead and then we hugged, before I got up to leave.

"Thanks, Dad. I love you too," he told me. "I sure don't know what I'd do without you to get me through all these tough times."

"Hey, that's what dads are for," I replied, which caused him to release a small grin. After that, I went down to discuss the situation with Nick again and he rushed to meet me, as soon as he heard me coming down the stairs.

"Is he all right, Pop?" he wanted to know.

"Yes, I believe he is," I confirmed, simply.

"Are you sure? He was pretty upset and kind of mad at me earlier," Nick pressed, unable to believe Kevin could calm down that quickly.

"Yes, I'm sure," I reiterated. "We've talked things out and he's going to be fine."

"Does he want me to move out of the room now?" Nick wondered, figuring that was the least Kevin would demand, now that he knew the truth.

"Actually he doesn't," I told him. "He wants you to spend the night with him, so you can talk things out."

"Is he going to start hitting me when I go in there?" Nick wondered, while appearing a bit worried that might actually be the case. "I mean, I wouldn't blame him if he did. I think I probably would want to do that, if I were him."

"No, he's not going to attack or start punching you," I confirmed. "He is deeply hurt, but I think he's beginning to understand and still wants to be friends. What about you? What do you want?" "I really do want us to be friends and maybe we could still be lovers," Nick offered, "if he doesn't mind me doing things with other guys now and then."

"I don't think he'll be that forgiving," I countered. "He might still be willing to fool around with you once in a while, but I think Kevin wants to end up with someone who will be happy with just him. I'm not sure, and you can discuss that possibility with him when you talk this out, but I wouldn't get my hopes up if I were you."

"Okay, I understand. It was just a thought," Nick offered.

"I know, and he might surprise me, but I don't think he will," I responded.

"Well, I'll just be happy as long as he doesn't hate me," Nick confirmed. "Kevin is really a nice guy and I hate to see him hurt. I really didn't want this to happen."

"I know, but you just have to scratch that itch now and again, right?" I teased, which caused Nick to snap around and stare at me after I said that. I think he was studying my expression to see if I was condemning him or making fun of what he told me. Finally, he decided to respond.

"Sometimes I wish I could control it, so I could be with someone like Kevin, but other times I'm glad I am the way I am, because being with a bunch of different guys is really fun," he admitted. "No one's dick is exactly the same and every guy is a little different to be with."

"Well, I can understand what you're saying, although I don't have enough experience myself to confirm or deny it. Therefore, I'll just take your word for it," I told him. "On the other hand, think about this," I challenged. "What are you going to do when you're too old to attract so many other guys? Are you going to be happy living alone and with no one to come home to?"

"I never thought about that," Nick replied, suddenly unsure of himself.

"You do that," I responded, "and think long and hard before you answer."

"I will, Pop, and thank you for talking to Kevin for me and making him feel better," Nick told me. "And thank you for trying to help and not getting mad at me too."

"Well, I just hope you'll feel the same way when I tell you my new rules for you," I replied.

"What do you mean, new rules?" he wondered aloud.

"Well, from now on, protection is mandatory for you whenever you do anything with anyone, regardless if it's inside or outside of this house," I began. "I'm also going to investigate whether there are other precautions we should be taking, so I hope you don't get upset if I confirm it might be best if you have NO sexual contact with any family members, in order to keep them safe."

Nick's mouth nearly hit the floor after he heard me say that. "You mean I won't be able to have sex with any of the guys that live here?" he asked, trying to clarify what I'd just told him.

"Exactly," I confirmed. "You may choose to take those risks yourself, but it doesn't mean I'm going to let you expose the others to the same risks, especially if they are unaware of what you're up to. I may also have to insist you have no sex at school either, since that may come back to bite us both in the butt later."

"Wait, you mean you're going to ban me from having any sex at all?" he shot back, stunned.

"No, just at home or at school," I clarified. "What you do other places will depend on your own personal judgment."

"Well, that doesn't leave me very much and seems pretty harsh," he responded. "Maybe it would be better if I just stayed with Kevin then," he suggested, but I doubted he was serious about it.

"I hope you won't hurt him more deeply and understand why I might have to do this," I told him. "It's not to punish you, but to protect the rest of the family – which also includes my job."

"Yeah, I got it," he whined, while not looking very pleased. "I know you're only going to do what you think is best, but I hope it doesn't come to that. Just remember before you make up your mind that I love you, Pop."

His response momentarily stunned me, because Nick had never been one to say things like that very often. Although I didn't want to question his motives, I also realized he might have added that comment to lessen my resolve about carrying through on the restrictions I had just advised him of. However, instead of pursuing this matter further, I merely responded, "I love you too, Nick. I just don't approve of how you're conducting yourself," and then let him go upstairs to his room.

Chapter 20
Saving Shannon

Monday I started making my calls, seeing if the school would be amenable to having Pat return. I began by calling the high school principal first, but he was worried about the liability issues involved, so he referred me to the superintendent. The superintendent had similar concerns and said he would have to get the Board of Education's approval before he could allow Pat to return his classes. He said he would put it on the agenda to be discussed at their next meeting, which would be held tomorrow night. He told me I probably should attend, to state my case and answer questions, so I told him I would be there.

That night I worked at the dining room table after dinner, trying to make a list of the possible objections the Board might have to Pat's returning to school, and then I tried to have an answer for each objection or an alternative proposal that might be acceptable to both sides. After about three hours of playing the devil's advocate and then switching hats to become Pat's champion, I thought I had come up with every possible reason the Board might have to his resuming his role as an active student. Once those steps had been accomplished, I then addressed each issue and produced a defense worthy of Clarence Darrow. I felt I was as prepared as I could possibly be to face the Board and soothe their concerns.

Tuesday after the students had been dismissed from my school, my secretary told me I had a call from the high school principal. I figured he wanted to discuss tonight's meeting, so I picked the call up as quickly as I could.

"Josh Currie here," I announced, in my best professional voice.

"Josh, I know you probably still have things to do," the principal stated, "but I really need you to come over here as soon as you can. I have some things we need to discuss and clear up."

"Sure, no problem," I agreed. "I'll be over in a few minutes. Will that be okay?"

"Yes, Josh, and thanks. I'll see you shortly," he replied.

I put the material I was working on away, said good night to my secretary, paged my younger boys to meet me at the van and then drove to the high school. I told the boys they could play outside while I went directly to the principal's office. As I entered the waiting area, I waded through a collection of male students seated there and let the secretary know I had arrived. She greeted me and escorted me immediately into the principal's private office. That's when I discovered the first of several surprises. All my high school boys were there, waiting for me too. The next surprise was their appearance. Their clothes were messed up, some of their garments were torn, their hair was disheveled and there was dried blood on some of their faces, arms and clothing.

"Josh, come on in," the principal greeted me. "I'm sorry I had to call you over like this, but we've had a bit of a problem here and it seems to involve your sons."

"Oh! How so?" I asked, as my mind ran rampant with reasons to explain what I saw before me.

"There was a fight in the parking lot after school and your boys were involved," the principal stated, quite succinctly.

"I think I can have guessed that much, just from their appearance," I replied somewhat sarcastically, while eyeing my sons. "What was it all about?"

"Although there are conflicting stories about how it started and exactly what happened," the principal explained, "it appears your boys and another group had some sort of disagreement. A fight ensued and security and several teachers went out to break it up. Regardless of how it started or who the instigators were, all the participants will be suspended from school for one week. The suspensions will be acted upon at tonight's Board meeting and, I would suspect, approved by them at that time."

"I understand. I know the school's policy on violence and fighting," I assured him. "I will take my boys home to discuss this further and I will let you know if they will also face more punishment at home."

"Thank you, Josh. I only hope the other boys' parents will act as responsibly," he confirmed.

I signaled the boys to head out to the Suburban, but the principal, a couple of security guards and I all kept a close eye on them as they passed by the other students still seated in the waiting area. Nothing happened, other than a few icy glares and some body posturing, and I eventually got them loaded up and ready to head home. The other boys began to ask questions about what was wrong and why the boys looked as they did, but I told them I didn't want to hear anything until we got home and then we'd discuss it there. I followed the Suburban home, to make sure they knew I was right behind them and be certain they didn't try to take a detour, so they could put this confrontation off until later. That didn't happen, but even from a distance, I could tell their vehicle was as quiet as ours.

When we got home, we went inside and I asked the high school boys to meet me in the family room, before instructing the rest of my sons to allow us some privacy. I could literally feel the tension as I entered the family room and it was so quiet you could have heard a pin drop, even on the carpet. I looked at each of them, partly expecting someone to blurt out a defense or complain it wasn't fair they were going to be punished twice, but no one challenged my authority. After a somewhat lengthy pause, I asked the boys who among them wanted to explain to me what had happened at school. After looking back and forth at each other, Danny took the floor.

"Dad, we were only trying to keep those other guys from beating up on this other kid," he informed me. "We didn't start the fight and we didn't intend to fight, but we had to fight to defend ourselves and this other boy."

"Okay, let's back up here," I told them, as this was exactly what I was expecting to hear. "Why don't you start at the beginning and tell me exactly what happened."

"There's this guy at school, he just moved here this year," Danny began. "He played soccer with us, so you might remember him. His name was Shannon."

"The left halfback?" I asked, which caused the boys to all look at me oddly. I guess they were surprised I'd remember someone I hadn't been introduced to formally.

"Yeah, that's him," Danny agreed. "Well, earlier today a rumor started going around the high school that he was gay. I guess somehow some guy from his old Boy Scout troop found out he was living here and told his new scoutmaster that Shannon liked boys. The rumor was that the Scouts were going to kick him out and it was the scoutmaster's son who was the one that started telling everyone about him." I nodded my understanding, but still didn't see how this involved any of them, but I remained quiet and continued to listen to what Danny had to say.

"Well, after school we all headed out to the Suburban, as we always do, and we noticed something going on in the parking lot when we got there," he continued. "There was a group of guys surrounding Shannon, pushing him around, calling him names and asking him things – like if he wanted to suck their dicks. We decided we should stop what they were doing to him, so we went over and told the other guys to knock it off. It was the big-mouthed scoutmaster's son that kept things going.

"Next he started calling Brandon and me names, saying things like, 'hey, a couple more fairies are here to protect their little fag friend." Danny began to choke up and couldn't continue, so Dustin picked up the story from there.

"That's when Frankie stepped forward and got in that kid's face," Dustin explained. "He told the mouthy bastard that if he didn't shut his face, grow up and go away, he'd make him eat his words. The kid laughed at Frankie and threw a punch at him, but Frankie blocked it and then decked the kid. You should have seen it. It was awesome!" Dustin beamed, indicating how proud he was of Frankie's prowess at defending himself.

"Frankie buried his fist in that kid's nose, I think he broke it, and the SOB went flying backwards and landed on his ass on the blacktop," Dustin continued. "He was covered in blood at that point. That's when his friends went after Frankie and the rest of us jumped in to protect him. So you see, they started it, one of them threw the first punch and then kept it going, and we were only trying to get them to leave Shannon alone. Those assholes deserved everything they got." All of the boys were nodding their heads in agreement, confirming his story and affirming Dustin's final claim.

I didn't say anything for a few minutes after the boys had finished telling their story. I just sat there, absorbed what I had heard and thought about how I should approach this. When I finally knew what I was going to do next, I began to ask them questions. "So, what happened to Shannon? Did he get hurt?"

"I think he only got a few bruises and some small cuts," Brandon responded, while looking at the others to see if they had more information than that, but no one did.

"Well, I don't remember seeing him when I arrived," I announced, so were did he disappear to?

"No, they split us all up, once they dragged us off to the principal's office," Kevin informed me. "They put US in his office, probably because he knew you'd get there first, but they put Shannon in the nurse's office and you saw the other guys out by the secretary."

"Yes, I did notice them," I confirmed. "I just didn't know how they fit into this situation."

"Well, they deserved everything they got when the Currie boys kicked their asses," Ricky announced, boastfully. "We didn't start it, but we sure did finish it." He faced was glowing when he concluded his proclamation.

"Yeah, Pop, you should have seen us," Nick added. "We were really awesome. I thought some of those guys were going to cry, we roughed 'em up so bad."

"Yeah, I was really proud to be a Currie today," Brent announced. "I bet those guys won't be bad mouthing any gays again soon." He started to laugh after making that comment.

"I wouldn't be too sure of that," I cautioned him. "This might just make them even more determined to hate gays even more, so much so that now they'll want to find a way to get even for what you did to them. I'm sure they feel you embarrassed them in front of the whole school and will try to find a way to save face."

"You really think so?" Cole asked. "Why would they think they could bully gays, when they got their butts kicked by a bunch of them? And if they start something else, we'll just beat the crap out of them again. That's no problem." All the boys started to laugh, high five each other and carry on in other typically macho ways.

"Oh, they'll play it down with anyone they talk to and make up stories or excuses for why thy got beat," I countered. "They might claim they were outnumbered or it was the straight Currie boys who did the major damage, while protecting their gay brothers. That way they won't have to admit they got beat by the very guys they detest."

"But that's not so," Trey announced. "I was the only one who didn't fight. The rest of them were really great. The gay and the bi boys did just as much damage as the others."

"I don't doubt that," I responded, "but that's probably not the story they'll be spreading around town. I'm sure it will be quite different by the time you boys hear what's being said."

"Then we'll just have to correct them," Brandon announced, forcefully. "I want the school to know what really happened."

"Well, let's just wait until we see what happens at tonight's meeting," I suggested, "before we decide what we do or don't want to do. I also want you boys to stay together as much as possible. These boys or their friends may try to single you out to get even."

"We will, you can count on that," Frankie answered, before asking a question. "Would it be all right if we went with you tonight to the meeting, in case there's any questions about what really happened?

"It might be best if you didn't," I informed them. "Your presence at the meeting may just aggravate the situation. You are facing suspension and members of the community might think it's not appropriate that you show up at the meeting where it's discussed."

"So, we can't show up at our own trial?" Dustin asked, but not in a smart-ass way. He was really being sincere about it.

"Well, this isn't exactly a trial," I stated. "The board is most likely just going to give their stamp of approval to the high school principal's request. It's a formality to ensure school rules have not been bent, legal issues have been considered and appropriate actions are being taken."

"Dad, I don't mind getting suspended, but I think we were right in doing what we did," Danny informed me. "Don't you think the school board should know WHY we did what we did?"

"You do have a valid point there," I agreed.

"Yeah," Ricky added, "and I think those guys should get a worse punishment than we do, because of what they were doing. They were ganging up on just one boy. It won't be fair if we all get suspended for the same amount of time and we were just defending Shannon and ourselves."

"I agree, but remember what I've always told you," I stated, and immediately noticed the wheels turning in their heads as they tried to figure out what I was referring to. However, I continued before I saw all the lights come on. "Rule number one is that life's not fair."

"But shouldn't we try to make it fair if we can?" Dustin wanted to know. "I mean, just because it usually isn't, doesn't mean we shouldn't try to make it fair, does it?"

"And don't you think we should stand up for ourselves?" Frankie asked. "We'll tell them we'll accept the suspension for fighting, but they should know there are bigger problems than just the fight. Those guys were being prejudice and I know what I'm talking about, cuz I used to be the same way. Remember?" The other boys looked at Frankie after he said that, knowing it took some guts to admit it, even if it was just to them, so in one form or another they let him know he had more than made up for his past errors.

"Okay, you've convinced me," I announced. "Those who want to go may, as long as you sit with me and don't speak, unless you are asked a question directly or I give you permission to say something. I don't want this to turn into another brawl." They agreed to my stipulations and I was only mildly surprised when each of them let me know they wished to go with me.

"Okay, Dad," Ricky continued, while bouncing uncomfortably in his seat, "what punishment are you going to give us? I can't take the suspense any longer."

"Yeah," Kevin added, "we just need to know."

"From what you boys told me, I think your actions were justified and you only did what you had to do," I told them. "Therefore, you won't be getting any additional punishment from me, other than having to work with Pat's tutors and keep your studies up during your week's suspension. I'll call the tutors and let them know they will now have a few additional students for a few days."

The cheers that first erupted when I announced I wouldn't be punishing them for their actions soon turned into groans, after I announced they would be working with Pat's tutors and not allowed to just goof off. I believe they actually might have thought for a minute or two that this would just be like an extra week's vacation. Silly boys.

After the groaning subsided, I started dinner preparations, while they went to work on the homework they had brought home with them. I informed them I would take their assignments with me in the morning and drop them off for their teachers.

After dinner, I had the boys finish cleaning up and then get changed, since they were a bit of a sight after the fight. I wasn't going to take the younger boys with us, so left Dion and Graham in charge of the others while we were gone, although I didn't expect any problems on the home front.

Once the high school boys were ready, I led them out to the van, loaded them inside and drove down to the administration building, wondering what type of response we were going to get.

Chapter 21
We all take a stand

When we got to the board meeting room, several people were already seated, including the scoutmaster and his son, whose nose was all taped up. Seeing them in attendance, I was glad the boys had talked me into letting them come along too. Those two did turn and glare at us as we entered, but I told the boys to ignore them and not look in their direction, as I didn't want to instigate another situation. They agreed and we sat and talked amongst ourselves while we waited.

It was a pretty boring meeting, as the board members went through all the normal school business, and then the school board president looked directly at me and spoke. "The next item on the agenda is a request for a student to return to classes. Mr. Currie, I believe this is one of your sons and we do have some concerns we would like addressed before we make our decision. Let me begin by telling you how sorry we are about your son's accident and the medical problems he's suffered because of it."

"Thank you, Madam President. I shall pass your message along to my son, and thank you," I told her.

"You're welcome," she replied. "Now, here are some of our concerns. First, we are worried about the fact that the high school has two floors and your son will have to negotiate the stairs. We are also concerned about his passing through the crowded corridors, seeing there's a chance he might get knocked down and injured again."

"Well, I do believe I have a solution for this. Pat has been working with tutors since he was first injured and one of those tutors has found someone who's willing to spend the school day with my son, help him get from class to class, through lunch and to and from the restroom. Pat has learned to do many things for himself, so he just needs someone to help him get from place to place or tell him where things are. As far as the crowded hallways, I figured he could avoid them by leaving class a few minutes early or waiting and arriving to the next class a few minutes late, whichever would be acceptable to that teacher."

"Well, it sounds as if you've thought this through pretty thoroughly and have all the bases covered. What about his normal classroom tasks? How will he take notes, do homework and take tests?"

"I felt we would have to discuss some of these issues with each teacher involved," I explained. "We were hoping most of his teachers would be willing to let him record his homework assignments on tape and give him oral exams. If not, his tutor would read the questions to Pat and then write down Pat's responses. During classes, we are going to have Pat record his notes on a battery-operated recorder. He would use a different tape for each class, to keep his notes from becoming confusing."

"Again, you seemed to have already anticipated these problems," she observed. "Now I believe our only remaining concern is the issue of school liability. How liable would we be if your son should injure himself again, if we allowed him to return knowing about his condition?"

"I have already talked to my lawyer about this," I informed her. "He is willing to draw up a document releasing you from all liability as a result of his blindness, and you would assume only the same liability you would with any student, mainly through negligence, neglect or lack of care."

The board members took a moment to discuss things amongst themselves, before the board president turned to me again. "I think we have made our decision. Before Patrick can be reinstated, we will need you to bring us a release form from his doctor, stating there is no medical reason that would prevent him from returning to school with the proper assistance and you'll need to bring us the document your lawyer draws up absolving us from any additional liability, so the school's lawyer can study it. If he finds it acceptable, then your son will be allowed to return to school. You can work out the other details with the high school principal and his teachers."

"Thank you, Madam President, from both my son and me," I told her. "He will be thrilled to hear he will be able to finish the year out with his brothers and friends."

The board continued on with other business and we just continued to sit and listen to what was going on. Near the end of the meeting, one of the members made a brief and cryptic mention about the fight and then they quickly adjourned for a private session. When they returned, they announced they had approved the suspension of several students for fighting on school property. This was all that was officially said about the altercation, but I could see that the scoutmaster didn't think it was enough.

When the board president opened the floor for comments, the scoutmaster leapt to his feet, to be the first to speak. He immediately began ranting about how his poor son had been treated and that he suffered a broken nose in the scuffle, and now they would be incurring hundreds of dollars in medical expenses, which he thought the instigators or their parents should have to pay for. He also suggested that those who started the fight should receive more than a week's suspension, possibly even be expelled. Once he'd finished, he turned and glared at us again, before smiling in our direction. It seemed as if he thought he had just won the war.

I waited for him to sit down, before I attempted to stand and speak, but someone beat me to it. Before I had a chance to get up, someone else rose and addressed the board.

"I agree with the previous speaker," the guy said, "but I think he has been slightly misinformed. The person that instigated this ruckus was his son." The scoutmaster, who had been grinning and pleased by this guy's support, now pivoted in his seat and scowled at the man who now had the floor. "From what my son has told me, it was his son who started harassing my son, setting him up for this abuse, and it was also his son who threw the first punch. Unfortunately for him, he didn't make it count and a group of brave young men helped to protect my son from that bully and his friends." By now, we all concluded this man must be Shannon's father. "My son is right here, to confirm what I've said, if you want to hear it firsthand."

The board members were talking amongst themselves again and then one of them addressed Shannon's father. "Would you mind telling us what they were harassing your son about?"

"I will be happy to come forward and tell you privately what it was about, but I don't think everyone here has to hear their bigoted comments." He was motioned forward, but before he got there the scoutmaster's son shouted out, "His son's a fag!" Shannon's father stopped in his tracks and turned toward the boy, giving him an icy stare.

The scoutmaster had quickly elbowed his son in the ribs, just after he shouted out, realizing his outburst wouldn't benefit their case. His son groaned from the painful shot to his side and slumped against his father. Shannon's father just turned forward and began to speak again.

"Well, I think that should be proof enough this bully was sexually harassing my son and I think we should honor his father's wishes and punish the instigator more severely than anyone else. It was his son who offered my son a ride home, but it was merely a ruse to lure my son to the parking lot, where his friends were waiting to do who knows what to him. If that other group of boys hadn't come along, I might be visiting my son in the intensive care unit of the hospital right now. The scoutmaster's son's actions were intentional, premeditated and discriminatory. I don't think you can let his actions slip unnoticed and I hope you will take a firm stand against what he attempted to do." After he finished his statement, he returned to his seat and put his arm around his son's shoulder. Now, it was my turn to speak.

"From what I have learned from my sons, their stories support everything you were just told," I began. "In attempting to keep those boys from taunting and assaulting the last speaker's son, my sons were assaulted themselves. They were only defending the boy and themselves, even though they also know they broke rules in the process and are willing to take the suspension for fighting, even if their actions were warranted and justified. I don't think the district can let this slide, as this incident clearly falls within the guidelines of the sexual harassment policy, which this board has written and posted. I believe that under those guidelines, expulsion is called for, at least for the person organizing the attack." I sat back down and the board members started talking amongst themselves. At that moment the scoutmaster stood back up.

"All my son was doing was informing the boy that he would be barred from participating in Scouting activities, as a gay lifestyle is completely contrary to Scouting principles," he stated, trying to stop the tide of momentum against them.

"That's a lie!" someone shouted. Those words came from the back of the room and were definitely from a female speaker. We all turned in our seats to see who had said it and soon discovered it was one of the less popular cheerleaders, and her face was now beet-red. "They were calling him names and making fun of him, then they started pushing him around, asking him if he wanted to do things with them, and that's when the Curries showed up. They put an end to what those other guys were trying to do."

"She's right," the girl next to her said, standing up to support her. "In fact, I heard them planning it in our last period class, so we followed them out to try to stop it. When we saw how many boys were ganging up on him, we were afraid to say anything by ourselves." She turned and looked at Shannon and his father. "I'm sorry. I probably should have gone to tell someone else instead, but I really thought at first we could talk them into leaving him alone." The girls sat back down and the board members started talking quietly as a group again.

Eventually the board president stood up and made an announcement. "We will adjourn for another closed session, so we might decide what should be done with those who participated in this incident. We shall notify everyone involved in writing what punishments they will receive from this incident."

"Excuse me, Madam President," I interrupted her, "but under the circumstances, I would also like to strongly urge the board to discuss what ties the school district should have with the Boy Scouts in the future. Seeing their policies run contrary to your own guidelines about tolerating persons of various religious, ethnic or sexual orientation, I personally believe the organization should no longer be allowed to use school facilities, promote their activities on school property, be allowed to wear their uniforms to school or in any way participate as a group at any school function. I also suggest we discontinue letting the United Way seek contributions from school employees or do fund raising on school grounds, as long as they continue to support the Boy Scouts financially. I think all ties to this organization and their bigoted policies should be eliminated."

I sat down and several people started to applaud, which I suspect began with Shannon's father, and soon my boys joined in and about three-quarters of those in attendance were standing and clapping in support of my comments. The scoutmaster now looked as if he were ready to explode, as his face was bright red from the collar up, but he somehow managed to keep himself under control.

"We won't act on any of those suggestions this evening, but we will take them under advisement and study them in the light of current school policies," the board president announced, "but if it should require a vote, it will be done at one of our future meetings."

Shortly thereafter the meeting was adjourned. Before we got up to leave, however, Shannon and his father came forward to introduce themselves to my boys and me. "Hi, I'm Jake and I just wanted to thank you and your boys for what they did for my son. You sure have raised a fine group of young men. Shannon has briefly told me about your family."

"Why, thank you, and I'm glad my boys did the right thing," I agreed, "even if it did get them suspended for a week. I remember Shannon from soccer season. He was quite good."

"Your boys weren't slouches either," Jake chimed back. "Look, there just aren't words to express our gratitude for what you and your boys did for us today. I don't know how we'll ever pay you back."

"Well, I can think of one way," I suggested. "Why don't you and your family join us for dinner Saturday evening, so we can get to know each other better? That would be payment enough for us."

"We'd like that, but we will still owe you," Jake agreed. "There's only the two of us now, since I'm divorced from Shannon's mother and she lives in another state."

"That's fine. Why don't you stop by about 6 or so, then we can get acquainted before we eat?" I added.

"Sounds great, we'll see you then," Jake agreed, looking excited about the invitation.

"Do you know where we live?" I asked and Shannon nodded in response.

"Yeah, I know which house is yours," he said. "I'll give my dad the directions. Thanks, guys. I really appreciate your standing up for me like that."

My boys all told him that 'it was nothing,' 'they enjoyed it' or 'anytime' before we parted. While we had been chatting, I had noticed the scoutmaster and his son walking along the far wall and heading for the exit as quickly as they could. On the way out I saw the two girls who had spoken in my sons' defense, so I stopped to congratulate them for the courage it took to do such a thing. They blushed when I did so.

"We did it because it was the right thing to do and because Shannon and your sons have always been nice to us, even though we really aren't in the popular group at school. They always stopped people from picking on us too. If you didn't notice, I've always been a bit heavy and I get made fun of because of that. We just wanted to make sure they didn't take the blame for what those other jerks did."

The boys all took this opportunity to thank them personally and I moved away to let them chat with each other. To occupy myself, I went up to speak with the members of the board who were still milling around the table at the front of the room. I reiterated my stance about what I'd said earlier and gave more detail about my reasons, since this conversation was being carried out in private. I told the various members present that I was going to do everything in my power to lobby against the Scouts now, at least until they moved into the twenty-first century and relinquished their antiquated and discriminatory views. A couple of the board members even told me they agreed with my stance, so I felt there might be enough support to keep the ball rolling. I bid them all good night and then took my sons home. On the way, we had quite an interesting conversation.

"Man, Dad," Kevin began, "you and Shannon's dad were awesome. Did you see how red the scoutmaster got when you two were talking? Especially after you recommended throwing the Scouts out of the schools. That was pretty funny."

"No way," Cole added, "the best part was when the scoutmaster elbowed his son after his stupid comment. I think he cracked his rib, to go along with the busted nose Frankie gave him." All the boys were laughing and getting into it now.

"What do you think the board is going to do next?" Dustin asked. "Do you think he'll get expelled or will he just be suspended like us?"

"There's no way I can speak with absolute certainty about that, but if they follow school policies, he should definitely get expelled. Seeing this is the test case in support of those policies, I don't see how they can do otherwise. If they don't take a strong stand now, they'll never be able to enforce it in the future and those policies will just end up as a bunch of words on a piece of paper."

"I hope they do expel him," Brandon added, "especially after the things he said about Danny and me. I would have broken his nose too, if Frankie hadn't beaten me to it." He chuckled, and then Danny and he high-fived each other, before high-fiving Frankie too.

By the time we arrived back home, Dion told me that I had received several phone calls and the messages were by the phone. He said most of them just wanted to tell me that they supported my suggestions at tonight's board meeting, so he and the younger boys wanted to know what went on there. I let the boys fill them in, while I checked to see if I should call any of those people back, but I determined the calls could wait for another time.

I did make some phone calls however, but they were all to Pat's tutors. I felt I needed to ask them if they'd mind having several additions to their workload and explain the reasons why this was necessary. Most told me they had already learned about the fight from other sources and suspected the boys involved might get suspended. No one had any problems with the additional students, since it meant more money for them for making the same trip and adding only a slightly longer period of time to accommodate them.

When I finally finished my phone calls, I told the boys to hit the showers, as they would still be studying tomorrow and I didn't want the tutors to have to put clothespins on their noses to survive. The boys all gave me the raspberries over that comment, to let me know that they didn't think they ever stunk, so I happily reminded them about a few times they had complained about each other. They laughed, gave in, and soon were getting ready for bed.

The high schoolers came back to say good night and thank me once more for standing up for them and not adding my own punishment. That's when I advised them there are times when we have to stand up for our principles and defend those who find themselves outnumbered or are weaker than ourselves. I felt what they did was a combination of all of the above and I would always support them when they did what they thought was right. I went on to let them know I was proud of them too, regardless of the fact that the school did have to punish them because of their actions. I then explained the school district was obligated to enforce their no-fighting policy and I felt they'd feel just as obligated to expel the ringleader for the same reason. They all agreed that if that happened, it would all be worth it.

The next day, I called the high school and asked the secretary if she would please ask my boys' teachers to send down their assignments for the week and if she could have someone collect their books from their lockers too. I told her I'd pick everything up after school this evening. She agreed to do this for me, and then she added she was proud of my boys and sorry they got suspended for what they had done. I told her I understood how school policies worked and that I've had to enforce a few I wished I didn't have to myself. I told her the boys wouldn't suffer irreparably from it and none of us were making too big a deal over it. We said our good-byes and then I went about the business of my school.

At lunch, I called and spoke with the head of the local United Way and urged him to reconsider his organization's continued support of the Boy Scouts. We talked for several minutes and he indicated he doubted any changes would be made. That's when I informed him I was sorry to hear that and I'd have to publicly voice my opposition to his organization as a whole, urging everyone I knew or had contact with to stop donating another penny to them until they dropped the Scouts from their list or the Scouts dropped their policies against gays. He said he hoped it wouldn't come to that, as we had always worked well together and I had always been very involved in raising contributions for them. However, he agreed we would each have to do what we thought best. There were no harsh words and it didn't change our relationship, we just had different perspectives and agendas, as far as this issue was concerned.

After school I stopped by to pick up my sons' things and nearly broke my back carrying everything from the office to the car. Each boy had a bag filled with his belongings, mainly textbooks and assignments, and each bag seemed to weigh a ton. I took them two at a time, but there were ten bags in all, so I ended up having to make five trips to the van. Unfortunately all the other students had left by the time I arrived, so there was no one there to recruit to help me. I swear by the time I loaded the last pair of bags into my vehicle, my arms were two inches [5 cm] longer than they had been when I started. When I got home, I made each of the boys go out and retrieve their own bag, since each was clearly labeled. As they were bringing everything into the house, I relaxed, since I felt my part of the job was done.

That evening I received several more phone calls, but this time I got a chance to chat with each individual who called. I also phoned the people back from the previous evening, thanking for them their support on this issue. By the time I had finished my calls, I had a grassroots network started, which was intent on keeping the school district from supporting the Boy Scouts (and Cub Scouts) in any way. I also had another group that was dedicated to influencing the United Way to also change its policies concerning supporting those groups.

The volunteers were very busy over the next few days, and by the end of the first week nearly 60% of those contributing to the United Way through payroll deduction, including nearly everyone who worked in my building, had gone to the district office and demanded their deductions be ended. I don't know for sure how much money that meant to the United Way, but I was certain they would feel the pinch and get the message this was serious.

In order not to harm other organizations we supported, we were going to compensate them for any lost revenues by donating to them directly, thus bypassing the United Way. We would also inform them this was only temporary remedy and these contributions might also be cut off, depending on the United Way's final stance on this issue. We hoped this might also get them to pressure the United Way to act against the Scouts, in order to protect their own share of the pot. Only time would tell if we would be effective at influencing the Scouts' ban on gays, but we did feel we had made a pretty good start in that direction.

Chapter 22
Inroads To the Future

Although my boys had hoped to get an additional day or two off from their studies, the tutors showed up at the house the next day and began giving instruction. They helped the boys in the subjects they were certified in and made certain each of my sons understood the material being covered in their classrooms while they were out. Even though my sons weren't overly enthusiastic about this arrangement, they managed to pay attention and did their required homework, which I took in to the high school the following morning. I felt everyone was making a legitimate effort and no one was falling behind, so I determined I could separate myself from further involvement with this situation.

The remainder of the week passed without incident and Saturday evening our guests arrived at almost precisely 6 p.m. They looked as happy to be with us, as we were to host them, and I, for one, was looking forward to an enjoyable evening and getting to know both of them better. After I introduced them to the boys they hadn't met yet, the older boys and I took Jake and Shannon into the living room to chat for a while first. We figured they could get to know the younger boys better after we finished discussing the more sensitive topics in private, so I sent my younger sons off to play.

I wasn't sure if Jake and Shannon were ready to bare their souls in front of everyone, so I asked them if they'd like to limit those present, but they said they would be fine with all of us there. Feeling more confident, we sat down and exchanged the customary pleasantries, before Shannon's father got down to the nitty gritty.

"I'm really glad you and your boys are okay with Shannon's being gay," he announced. "It's nice to know there are still a few open-minded people in this world."

"It's not only that," Danny responded, while looking at Brandon for support. "Some of us are gay too. Brandon and I both are and we're boyfriends."

"I'm gay too," Trey added, not at all hesitant about making that fact known.

"And I'm bi," Dustin chimed in. "I went with a boy for quite a while, but I'm going with a girl right now – not that it makes any difference."

"Hey, I'm gay," Nick interjected, with a twinkle in his eye, and then he winked at Shannon. "In case you're interested," he added, which caused Kevin to roll his eyes. A couple of the other boys reached over and punched Nick in the arm after his comment, as a way of letting him know they thought it was inappropriate and tactless.

"And I think I'm gay too," Brent said shyly. I think that was the first time I had heard him admit it in front of the others.

"I'm not," Ricky said laughing, "but I'm still willing to mess around with my brothers on occasion."

"And I'm gay too," Kevin told them. Now they looked at Frankie, who was the only one who hadn't spoken.

"I'm not," he said meekly, "and gays used to bother me before I came here to live, but I know better now. These guys have taught me that gays are just normal guys with different tastes. I don't judge people like I used to, especially seeing I've got things in my past that I don't want them to judge me on." I just looked over at Frankie, and I think some of the others did too, and once again considered how much he had changed and grown since that first day Judge Shay brought him to our home and asked me to take him in on a trial basis. I was still thinking about it when Shannon's father began to speak again.

"I wouldn't doubt that most people have things in their past they'd like to hide," he told Frankie. "I know Shannon and I both do. You see, Shannon came here to live with me after he started getting harassed at his old school, after one of the boys he'd been experimenting with told some of his friends about Shannon. At the time, Shannon wasn't even sure he was gay, but his mother was suspicious of him, especially since she was aware of my background."

After hearing his comment, we all just stared at him, and I guess our confusion was obvious in our expressions. Noting this, Jake began to explain. "My wife divorced me after she discovered I was actually gay too. I tried to hide it and pretended to be straight, but I guess our limited sex life was her first clue. I really wanted a son and that's the main reason I got married in the first place, so it's needless to say I was thrilled when Shannon was born." He paused a moment and turned toward Shannon, beaming like the proud father he was.

"I thought I'd successfully pulled off my deception for the first couple of years," he eventually continued, "but it became much more difficult to keep the ruse up. I found it harder and harder to get myself aroused so I could make love to her and neither of us was enjoying it. I even ended up messing around with a guy for a while too, and that's how my wife found out." He paused again, swallowed hard and reached out to touch his son's knee before he continued.

"It happened like this. My wife had gone out of town to visit her mother, and took Shannon with her. He was only three or four at the time. Anyway, while she was gone, I invited my friend over to our house, so we could have some fun. Unfortunately and unknown to me, her mother and she had a fight, so my wife decided to come home a day early. When she came through the door, she caught this guy and me sitting in the living room and watching television in just our boxers."

"But that's not enough to prove you're gay," Trey observed. I don't think he meant to make his comment aloud, but now that he had, Jake responded to it.

"I know and I tried to play it down and make some stupid excuse for our behavior, but she figured it out anyway. She did that when she went through the rest of the house and discovered only one bed was messed up and unmade and all of our clothes were in our bedroom. She kicked me out of the house a few days later, after she went to see a lawyer and started the divorce proceedings. We have managed to remain friendly, although not friends, and she did continue to let me see Shannon."

"I'm glad she did," Shannon interrupted, "because I don't know what I'd have done if she hadn't. You were the only one who understood what I was going through and it was obvious she didn't want a fag of a son living with her."

"I know and I feel really bad about that," Jake agreed, "but at least it worked out in the end." Shannon nodded in agreement, so Jake went back to telling his story.

"Anyway, when Shannon started having problems and my ex began hearing the accusations being made about him, she concluded Shannon was also gay and didn't really want him around. That's when she asked if I'd let him come live with me and I jumped at the chance to get him back. That was last summer and Shannon and I were hoping we'd be able to make a fresh start for him here."

"So, how did the scoutmaster and his son find out about him then?" I asked, because I was still unable to piece together the final part of his story.

"I guess he found out from Shannon's old scoutmaster, at some kind of meeting they both attended," Jake announced. "It's my understanding that when Shannon's old scoutmaster found out where this other guy was from, he asked him if he knew Shannon. When he said he did, the old scoutmaster told him all about what happened at the other school. The scoutmaster never came to us, to ask us to confirm or deny what he'd heard. Instead, I learned he was working on having Shannon kicked out of Scouts, without saying a word to us about it. I found out from another guy I knew, but I didn't say anything to Shannon, because I didn't want him to get all worried about what might happen. However, now I'm sorry I didn't give him a warning about it. If I had, he might not have accepted the scoutmaster's jerk kid's offer for a ride and then got caught up in that situation."

"You can't blame yourself," I told him. "If it hadn't happened like that, he might have found a worse way to confront Shannon about it. He might have also been able to carry his plan out it in a more private setting, where there wouldn't have been anyone around to come to Shannon's rescue. In the long run, I think you're both fortunate it played out as it did."

"Yes, you're probably right about that," Jake admitted. "It did end up turning out fairly well, but only because your boys were there to come to his aid and weren't shy about protecting him. I don't even want to think about what may have happened if your sons had not been around, because I'm fairly certain Shannon would have suffered greatly at the hands of those cowards. I can't believe it took a whole group of them to confront one boy."

"Isn't that the way it generally goes?" I asked. "Quite often, those with the biggest mouths, least brains and warped ideas are also generally cowards and only attack when they have the numbers in their favor or some other advantage."

"Yes, unfortunately that's true," Jake agreed. "That's why I'm so glad you're sons are as brave as they are."

I think his last comment both pleased and embarrassed my sons, but I know we all agreed we were glad they had been in the vicinity when it went down. I don't think they'll get any medals of valor or citations for bravery, but in their hearts I know they are proud of what they accomplished.

We continued chatting until dinner was ready, and then we talked some more while we ate. We all got along really well and discovered we also had quite a bit in common. Not only were the boys and I becoming fond of Shannon, but I found Jake's company very enjoyable too. Although he wasn't someone I'd have met through the normal course of my life, except if Shannon had attended school in the district when he would have been in Middle School, but I was glad we got this chance to know each other. I think we might even become friends, if given time.

After dinner, the boys took Shannon and showed him around, while Jake and I sat down and talked some more, alone. It was during this time that I learned he worked for UPS and had transferred to our local branch after his divorce. It was about 20 miles [30 km] away, but he decided to settle in our community, because he thought it was more to his liking and offered more of what he was looking for.

Once he'd finished telling me about himself, I started filling him in on my own background and how the boys came to live with me. I explained briefly about my life before the boys arrived and the death of my wife, before giving him a sketch of the rest of my family. He seemed sincerely interested and listened intently, even asking questions when he wasn't quite sure about what I was trying to say.

Our time together seemed to fly by quickly and we soon realized it was getting quite late. He thanked me for the wonderful evening and then called for Shannon, so they could head home. We told them both that they were welcome to come back anytime and I followed that with an invitation for another dinner with us. The boys also told Shannon they'd like to get together on weekends, whenever it was possible, so they could do other things together and get to know each other better. I think both Jake and Shannon were pleased by everything they'd heard.

As they were leaving, I saw each of them look back several times, with broad smiles plastered across their faces, which made me feel we'd be seeing more of them in the future. After they drove off, I chased the boys upstairs to clean up and get ready for bed, as we were still going to attend church in the morning. That's when it came to me that I wished I'd thought about that sooner, so I could have invited Jake and Shannon to join us. I'm not sure what faith they belong to, if any, but they might have been happy to join us and felt more secure in being part of a much larger crowd.

Sunday we went to church and then out to brunch, but it was a very laid back day. Other than having a few people at church come up to me and tell me they supported what I was doing and then going home to find a couple of messages on the answering machine threatening us for the same reasons, nothing else happened. I did report those messages, just in case something developed from it, but in the age of caller ID, people tend to be more careful about making such traceable threats. In fact, the police discovered both calls had been made from pay phones, on opposite sides of town, so they couldn't be tied back to the callers. I was actually surprised to discover that such people were bright enough to think of such trivial details.

On Monday, the last day of April, we got another surprise. Dustin and Frankie both got their final acceptances to college on the same day. These were both very late in coming, since most students received their notices at the end of their junior year or beginning of their senior year, but both of these boys had been very late in applying, but for different reasons. Frankie had returned to our family too late to do anything sooner, and his change in attitude and sudden rise in his maturity level had sent him pursuing interests that none of us would have expected from him the first time he was here. Believe it or not, Frankie wanted to study criminal justice, so he could seek out a career in law enforcement.

At first, some of the boys thought Frankie was joking, when he initially disclosed this information to them. Some of them even scoffed and laughed at the idea and Frankie was slightly hurt by their antics. Although he told them he understood why they had reacted as they did to the idea of his being a cop, he told them he was very serious about it. He then went on to explain his decision and fill them in about his reasons for wanting to do this.

"You know, I kind of have two reasons for wanting to go into law enforcement," he explained. "One is obvious, to get the bad guys off the street and stop them from doing rotten things to good people, like all of you. I'm well aware how bad some people can be and how important it is to get to them and remove them from society, before they have an opportunity to do serious harm. At different times when I was in trouble, I met guys who were really evil and did all sorts of bad things. They liked doing this stuff to other people because they got something for nothing, got even with people they didn't like or because it wasn't as hard as working at a job. Heck, I even met some guys who did it just because they got their jollies acting inhuman and inflicting pain." He hesitated after he said that, while he silently acknowledged those were the worst types.

"Most criminals enjoy what they do, and a lot of that has to do with getting something for nothing or because it makes them feel important and tough. To me, it really only shows what creeps and low-lifes they actually are. Some of these hardcore criminals just seem destined to remain that way forever and there's not much that can be done to change them. It doesn't matter how many times they get caught, how many chances they get or what you do to try to change their behavior – they just never change. They're the ones you've got to lock up, the longer the better, so you can protect everyone else from them.

"Regardless of how many guys are like that, there are other types too, those who can actually change and turn their lives around. Those are the guys who get into trouble for various reasons, maybe because of a tough break or a bad home life, but would reform if given the chance or if someone taught them other ways to survive. Those are the ones I hope to help and they're the reason I want to go into law enforcement. I want to be able to help them change their lives around and become better people, like Dad did for me. If I had someone like Dad to teach me these things earlier, someone who really cared about me and not what they could get from me or what I could do for them, then I might never have got into trouble in the first place and wouldn't have a juvenile record that will always be there for people to find out about. I hope it doesn't stop me from doing this, because it's something I really want to do."

"I don't think it will," I told him, "as juvenile records are supposed to be sealed and unable to be used against you, without a special court order. Personally, I think you'll make a very fine and caring officer, and I'm very proud of you."

"Thanks, Dad, but I just hope I can do even half as much as you've done for us," he replied. "I didn't realize how special you were until I was sent away. That's when I met a lot of different boys, some who will always be in trouble, but there were also a bunch of other ones who just needed someone to pay attention to them, tell them 'no' once in a while or who would show them it's okay to be different and convince them they could do something positive with their lives. I think if they'd had someone who believed in them and was willing to work with them, they would never have gotten into trouble in the first place and the taxpayers wouldn't have had to pay for their trials and time at the detention center. That's when I came to the conclusion that I'd blown it big time and never thought I'd get another chance like this. It also helped me to decide I wanted to do this, so I could help other kids turn their lives around too. I'll probably be asking you for a lot of advice when I get into it, Dad, because I'm really going to try to make a difference."

We all agreed his intentions were honorable and he had made a fine decision. Although I was probably the only one he told when he began applying to colleges with decent criminal justice departments, I was happy to encourage him in this undertaking. Now, we were all thrilled he'd been accepted into his first choice and everyone was being extremely supportive of his goals.

Dustin, on the other hand, was a slightly different story. Dustin was an above average student, but only because he worked so hard for his grades. He was much happier working with his hands, instead of hitting the books, so he really didn't intend on continuing his education. He just wanted to enroll in a heating, air conditioning and refrigeration program, because he knew he could make enough money to live quite well and would be happy doing it too. After some lengthy discussions, I convinced him to change his plans slightly and get a degree in business administration as well, so he would some day be able to start his own business doing what he enjoyed. He finally agreed with me and applied to a few colleges, although it was already quite late in the game. If accepted, he would study business administration during the school year and take HVAC courses at a trade school during the summer. He knew it would be more work that way, but he also saw the benefits of being his own boss, after he learned the basics by working for someone else.

Now, both boys were accepted and going off to different colleges. They would be the first of my new brood to set off on their own and I was proud of each of them and told them so. However, now we had other things to iron out, like when they were expected to begin, how we would get them there and what things they would need to take with them. We knew they both had enough money in their accounts to finance this endeavor, but there were many smaller details we still had to work on before August.

I was bursting with pride, knowing how much they had already accomplished and imagining how much more they could still achieve. It's really a pity their parents can't see how far they've come and discover what wonderful young men they've turned out to be.

The following evening I received another phone call, but this one from the school board president. He called to tell me that when the suspensions were up, the scoutmaster's son and the boys who joined him in their attempt to attack Shannon were being expelled. They were sending out letters to notify them and their parents, so they wouldn't be returning to school. I thanked him for the information and told him I was glad they had decided to give those that provoked the incident a harsher punishment.

Chapter 23
The Fickle Month of May

May started with a flurry of activity, much of which turned out to be mixed blessings for the family. Shortly after Frankie and Dustin were notified they had been accepted into their primary college of choice, Sammy informed me he needed to talk to me – alone. I wasn't sure what was up, but agreed to do as he asked. However, I was busy fixing dinner and it was something I needed to stay with and keep an eye on, so I asked if I could do this after we ate. He agreed, but I could tell he wasn't happy about it.

Sammy seemed a bit testy for the next couple of hours, until I finally met with him in my bedroom after dinner. As I closed the door behind us, I was wondering what this was going to be about.

"Dad, do you think I'm dumb or something?" he asked me, quite seriously, as soon as I turned around.

"Of course not, Sammy," I told him, slightly confused as to what he was getting at. "You're a very bright young man."

"Then why do you treat me like a dumb little kid?" he shot back, yet still I had no idea what he was talking about.

"What do you mean? I don't do that, at least I don't think I do," I told him.

"Yes, you do," he insisted. "You act like I'm too dumb to know what the other boys are doing and no one treats me the same way they do everyone else." Suddenly, I knew where this was heading and hoped I hadn't already blown it for him.

"I hear other boys in my school talk about things they do," he continued, "and I see the way my brothers spend time with each other at night. I know about sex, but nobody will do anything with me because they said you told them Andrew and I can't be included. Why not?"

"Well, that was before, when I thought you weren't ready for such things," I admitted. "I know you're growing up and maturing, and I've even noticed that your penis has grown longer and some hairs are sprouting above it, but I didn't want the others to push you into anything until you were ready for it."

"Well, I'm ready and I don't want to be left out any more," he demanded. "Actually, Andrew and I have been trying things on our own, but I guess you didn't know that."

"You have?" I asked, amazed. "No, I didn't know that either. I was hoping to keep Andrew from getting involved in this too, since he's still quite young and I'm worried there might be other issues he'd have to deal with first, like what happened to him in Houston. So, when did you two start fooling around and what have you done together?"

"We started a little while after that guy did those things to Andrew at the Space Center," Sammy announced, surprising me even more. "At first we just rubbed each other's wiener, but lately we've also started sucking on them too."

"Is that all?" I asked, to make certain I knew what they'd been up to.

"Yeah, we haven't done anything else," Sammy confessed.

"Does Andrew feel the same way you do, about being able to do things with the other boys?" I pressed, to determine how I should proceed from the point forward.

"I don't think so," Sammy responded. "He doesn't seem to care if we do anything or not. I think he just does it because I ask him to, but I don't think he would have done anything if I hadn't wanted to do it first."

"Well, I can tell the other boys it's okay to include you in their activities, if that's what you want," I agreed, "but I think we should still try to leave Andrew out of it, at least for the time being."

"That's okay with me, but Andrew and I are together a lot, so it will be hard," he admitted. "Won't he get suspicious if I suddenly start spending time alone with the other boys?"

"Yes, I suppose he will," I concurred, "but it's possible I can get some of the other boys to do non-sexual things with Andrew, whenever you get a chance to do something with someone else. Would that be okay with you?"

"Yes, Dad, that sounds great," Sammy replied, suddenly glowing and looking much less angry than he had a few minutes earlier.

"Was there anyone in particular you were thinking about doing things with?" I asked, in order to get a sense of where he might be headed and whom he might be attracted to. This simple question, however, caused Sammy to turn a bright shade of red and look down at his feet, before he started moving his right foot nervously, from side to side, while balancing his weight on his left leg.

"Well, I was kind of hoping that Brent or Nick might want to do things with me," he admitted. I chuckled and Sammy looked up at me, with a quizzical expression on his face.

"I'm sure you won't have any trouble convincing Nick," I told him, "and I think Brent might be interested as well. Do you want me to explain anything to you first? I guess I probably should have done that already."

"Well, there are some things I want to know," he admitted, without telling me what they were, so I was left to pry that information out of him.

Over the next forty minutes or so, I dragged many questions out of Sammy and answered them as best I could. After everything was out in the open, I also offered him a few words of advice. Once all of that was taken care, I also took a little longer to make sure his foreskin retracted easily, as I didn't want him to get hurt if someone inadvertently forced it free. Things went fine, Sammy was happy and now I decided to fill the older boys in concerning this change in direction.

Before I did it, however, I sent Sammy and Andrew upstairs to get ready for bed, and then I rounded up the other boys for a quick briefing. I told them Sammy was now allowed to be included in their activities, but nothing anal yet. I told them if he brought that up, to tell him he needed to be prepared for it first and they could do some fingering with him to keep him satisfied. However, before they went any further, I wanted them to come speak with me, so I could sit down and have another chat with Sammy beforehand, to make sure he understood what he'd be getting into.

I also informed them that whenever they did something with Sammy, they would also have to find someone to occupy Andrew for the evening, so Andrew wouldn't get suspicious about what Sammy was up to. I also emphasized that Andrew was still off-limits for the time being, but I'd let them know when that situation changed as well. They all said they understood, so I went to go back to what I was doing, but on the way out I decided to ask Nick and Brent if I could speak with them first. They followed me to my bedroom and looked worried they had done something wrong, but I reassured them quickly.

"I just asked you two to join me because I think Sammy would like to have his first experiences with one of you," I announced.

"Awesome," Nick cried out, almost immediately.

"Did he tell you that?" Brent asked, right after Nick's shout of joy.

"Yes, he did hint at it," I confirmed. "I think you boys are closest to his age and more or less his type. Just be gentle with him, as he's new to all of this, and remember – nothing anal until I tell you differently. Okay?"

"Sure," they both responded, and Nick walked back toward the family room with a huge grin plastered across his face.

Nothing happened with Sammy until that weekend, when Sammy was invited to spend Friday evening with Nick. Cole and Graham quickly volunteered to entertain Andrew, so everything was set. I wasn't sure at first if it was wise to have Nick give Sammy his first experience, but he turned out to have been the perfect choice to teach Sammy the joys of boy-to-boy sex. I was to learn from Sammy later that Nick showed a tenderness that belied his promiscuity. Nick took Sammy to his room, both already naked after their showers, and stood and admired this young neophyte.

"You know, I've been eyeing you for some time now," he told Sammy, which caused Sammy to blush.

"Really? How come?" Sammy asked, because he didn't think he was very desirable. After all, his penis wasn't very big and he didn't think he was as handsome as most of his brothers.

"Because I've noticed that you're growing up and parts of your body are growing too," Nick informed him, which cause Sammy to blush slightly again. However, he was immensely pleased that Nick had noticed his blossoming maturity.

"Yeah, it has been getting bigger, hasn't it?" Sammy asked, somewhat proudly.

"Oh, yes, and it's very nice," Nick confirmed. "I'm glad Pop said it was okay to do things with you now."

"Me too, but I had to tell him I wanted to first," he told Nick. "He still thinks of me as a little kid."

"Well, we can definitely see you're not little any more," Nick told him, rubbing his hand over Sammy's limp penis. The minute Nick touched it, it began to spring to life and slowly stiffen. Eventually, it worked its way upright, like an Indian fakir's rope climbing skyward in response to the sounds of his flute. Before many seconds had passed, Sammy's dick was as hard as an iron rebar and Nick was sliding his hand up and down the shaft, slowly working the foreskin back and forth.

The new and exciting feelings Sammy was now experiencing sent him into an almost trancelike state, as his very experienced partner demonstrated what he had learned pleasing the many partners he had previously encountered. Sammy's mouth dropped partially open and his eyes closed almost completely, as his head tilted backward and began to sway from side to side with pleasure. Nick suddenly started to worry that Sammy's legs might give out due to the stimulation and he might fall and hurt himself, so he guided him over to the bed and helped him lay down.

Sammy jumped slightly as his body began to tingle, when Nick fingers touched his sensitive glans, which had been sheathed by his more than abundant foreskin from nearly all outside stimulation before this moment. Now that it was suddenly exposed to all kinds of new sensations, it caused his young body to tremble, while Nick introduced him to the pleasures a simple touch could bring. Nick also slowly massaged his scrotum and then the full length of his shaft, and he rubbed his thumb over the exposed helmet and tiny slit each time his hand reached the tip. Sammy was now shaking with pleasure, moaning noticeably, and squirming beneath Nick's expert ministrations. Just when he thought he couldn't take any more, Nick delivered him to a new level of euphoria.

As he saw Sammy begin to quiver in enjoyment and anticipation, Nick lowered his head and guided Sammy's rigid dick into his mouth. As he began to suck on Sammy's bone, he also let his tongue roam freely around its surface. As Nick did this, Sammy's body went rigid, his cock swelled and then it twitched, as he experienced a very powerful dry orgasm.

Nick picked up on this immediately, but noticed that Sammy's little pole never wilted, so he continued to suckle and bathe it with his saliva. This caused Sammy to thrash around beneath him even more, with his young body now on complete sensory overload, as he enjoyed every moment of what was happening to him. Nick continued teasing him in this fashion, sliding his lips up and down his rigid pole, letting his tongue toy with the flesh within his mouth and adding even more suction, which caused Sammy to begin squirming even more. He continued this way for a few minutes more, until Sammy's testicles drew closer to his body, his penis expanded and he experienced his second dry orgasm of the night. After this, Nick lay next to him stroking his chest, kissing his face and allowing him to enjoy his first real sexual high. After a few minutes of remaining like this, Sammy finally turned toward Nick and spoke.

"Wow, that was super," he gasped. "Andrew and I have tried things a few times, but he never made me feel like that. Thanks, Nick, that was really great."

"I'm glad you enjoyed it, but we're not done yet," Nick advised him.

"We're not?" Sammy asked, startled.

"Nope, now you get to do it to me," Nick quipped, which caused Sammy to smile. It wasn't until then that he realized he'd forgotten about returning the favor and thought only about the pleasures he had just enjoyed.

"Yeah, I knew that," Sammy acknowledged, somewhat guiltily. "I guess I thought you meant you were going to do even more to me."

"Oh, I will," Nick boasted. "Maybe not all tonight, but there's a lot more we can do together."

"Wow, I can't wait," Sammy gushed. "This has really been awesome and I really want to do it to you too. I've never touched a wiener that wasn't like mine before."

"Hold on there, Sammy. From now on, it's not a wiener," Nick advised him. "That's what little kids call it. Now you call it a cock, or a dick or penis. You're grown up now, and you no longer have a wiener or weenie."

Sammy blushed at the mild scolding, but he understood what Nick was telling him. "I'm sorry," he apologized.

"No, you don't have to be sorry, we've all done the same thing," Nick told him. "It's just that if you want to be treated like a man and not a little boy, then you have to start talking like a guy in high school, not a kid in grade school."

"Oh, okay. I see what you're saying," Sammy agreed. "Maybe that's why Dad didn't think I was ready for this yet. I guess you're right, Nick, and I'll watch what I say from now on. Thanks."

"Hey, that's okay. That's what big brothers are for," Nick told him, before giving Sammy a hug. Both boys smiled at each other and then hugged again. "Now, why don't you try doing the same things to me," Nick coaxed him.

Sammy didn't need any further invitation and slowly reached over and started touching, then holding and finally rubbing Nick's limp penis. Nick watched him closely and got a kick out of Sammy's fascination with his slightly larger and cut cock, noticing how the younger boy stared at it, ran a finger across the slight scar from his circumcision and then stroked his finger across Nick's less sensitive head. After a few minutes of continued investigation, Nick finally urged Sammy into stroking his now hard member and Sammy eagerly jumped to the challenge.

Sammy began by letting his small hand glide up and down Nick's longer and thicker shaft for a few minutes and then leaned forward, so he could lick the mushroom head. After he did that, he looked up to see the older boy's reaction, only to discover that Nick had his eyes closed, but there was a satisfied smile on his face. Finding this enough encouragement to continue, Sammy bent back over the rigid pole and opened his mouth as wide as it would go, so he could take Nick's stiffy into his hot little opening.

This penis was much larger than Andrew's little prick and Sammy gagged, as he tried to take too much, too fast. He pulled back a little and then began again, until he was bobbing up and down on Nick's firm member, doing his best imitation of what Nick had done to him. Being inexperienced, Sammy let his teeth scrape against the sides of Nick's dick now and again, but Nick decided not to say anything to him about it, as he didn't want to stifle his enthusiasm or make him feel he was doing an inferior job. He'd wait until later, when they did it again, before he offered him any tips on how to do a better job.

Regardless of the minor flaws in his technique, Sammy was soon bringing Nick to the brink of orgasm. Realizing that Sammy was new to this, Nick decided it might be best if he didn't shoot into Sammy's mouth the first time. Therefore, he looked down at the younger boy and spoke to him in raspy breaths.

"I'm gonna shoot…" he warned him. "Pull off… use your hand to pump it… if you don't want a mouthful."

Somewhat confused by the request, Sammy pulled his mouth off of Nick's organ and used his little fist to pump it up and down. Just a few seconds later, strings of cum exploded from Nick's penis and covered his chest. Sammy was in awe, as this was the first ejaculation he had ever seen.

"Wow, that was great," Sammy gushed. "How come I didn't do that?"

Nick was out of breath and didn't answer right away, but when he did, he tried to be tactful about it. "It's because you're body is just starting to go through the big change," he advised him. "You're cock has started to get longer, you getting a few hairs over top of it and soon you balls will start producing sperm, like mine do."

"So that's what sperm is," Sammy mused. "I've heard other boys talking about it and about shooting, but I never understood what they meant. Heck, I didn't even realize it would be white or shoot out of your dick in spurts like that either. I though it would be clear, look like pee and come out in a small stream."

Nick giggled inside, but made sure Sammy didn't pick up on his amusement concerning his sexual naiveté. "Nope, it's kind of a pearly white for almost every boy when he shoots, maybe sometimes a yellowish white, but you'll be seeing a lot more of that now. When you first start shooting it can be clear for a while, but eventually it starts looking creamy."

"I think it's pretty neat. Can I touch it?" Sammy asked.

"You can touch it, play with it or even taste it if you want," Nick told him.

"Taste it!" Sammy replied, startled by the pronouncement. "Have you ever tasted it?"

"Sure, all the time," Nick giggled, while running his finger through the sticky liquid and gathering up a small amount, so he could stick it in his mouth. "Every guy's cum tastes a little different, you know," he added.

"Really? How come?" Sammy wondered.

"I guess it has to do with what he eats, drinks and even if he smokes," Nick told him.

"You mean you've tasted other guys' stuff when they shoot too?" Sammy asked, totally astounded.

"Of course," Nick chuckled. "It's also called cum or jizz. The guys I'm with usually just shoot it into my mouth when I suck them off and then I swallow it. I'll do the same for you, when you can shoot too." Sammy nodded his understanding and then placed his own finger in the small pool on Nick's stomach, scooped up a sample and stuck it into his mouth. He made a little face, but didn't seem to mind the taste too much.

"Well, what do you think of it?" Nick asked him.

"It's okay, a little bitter, but I don't mind it," Sammy replied.

"Well, maybe next time I'll just shoot it in your mouth then, if you want to try that?" Nick encouraged him.

"Yeah, that would be okay," Sammy said with a grin, and then thought for a second before he spoke again. "How come you didn't do that this time?"

"Well, I didn't know if you were ready for that yet," Nick confessed. "I didn't think it would be fair to do it to you unless you told me you wanted me to, and we'd never talked about it before."

"Yeah, I guess I would have been surprised if you did that," Sammy admitted. "Thanks for letting me make the choice."

I understand it only took them a few more minutes before they decided to do everything for a second time, except this time there were fewer surprises and more enjoyment, at least for Sammy. Nick did him first again, in order to give his own body a chance to recuperate, but this time Nick did a whole lot more to the novice, such as sucking on his nipples, sucking his testicles and licking his thighs and perineum, before giving Sammy another blowjob. Once again, Sammy had a dry orgasm, but they both realized it probably wouldn't be very long before Sammy was able to shoot his own load.

This time, when Sammy returned the favor, Nick let his ejaculation go into the younger boy's waiting mouth and Sammy swallowed all of it, enjoying the slightly sweeter taste of this thinner and less voluminous second offering. After their final encounter of the night, they went to sleep, entangled in each other's arms and lingering in the memories of this very special time together.

Chapter 24
The Sun Shines Bright On the Old Josh Currie Home

As it worked out, the next day was Danny's seventeenth birthday party. Although I had made plans with him in advance, the day still seemed to sneak up on us, so now I worked hard to make sure everything was ready for his big day. It seems like only yesterday when Sally brought over a confused and lonely young man who had been tossed out of his home by his father for doing nothing more than being who he was. He had lived on his own for a few days, before being discovered by the authorities and delivered to my home, becoming the second of my new sons.

When Danny and I had discussed what he wanted to do for his big day, he quickly announced that he only wanted our family at his party, which of course included Aunt Sally, Aunt Mary, Uncle Steve, the Curtises (Jay's parents) and the Spences. I think he was disappointed Brandon's parents couldn't make it, since they now lived in Texas, because they was growing very close to each other and Danny was very fond of them.

Since Danny had requested a barbecue, I happily got everything ready so I could prepare the meal outside, but we ended up eating the food indoors. Unfortunately, it was very windy out and also quite cool, so we elected to make the best of an imperfect situation. After we ate, we sat around and talked for a while, enjoying each other's company. About an hour after we'd finished our meal, Danny announced he had something he'd like to say.

"I know some of you are aware of this already, but the rest of you may be shocked by what I am about to say. However, I think it's finally time to clear the air. After thinking about it very carefully and talking it over with Brandon, we want you all to know that he and I are gay. Not only that, but we intend on being lifelong partners."

There was a tentative hush, as those of us who previously knew this fact considered the ramifications of what they were doing, while the other adults looked at each other and then back at the boys. Most of those gathered were already sporting smiles of approval and I suspect some of them may have even figured this out for themselves long before Danny broke the news. I believe that might also have been the reason this revelation hadn't shocked anyone or drawn any animated or adverse reactions, which seemed to surprise both Danny and Brandon.

As the boys waited for the other shoe to drop, Sally soon broke the uneasy silence that followed. She chose her words carefully and then proceeded to explained to everyone gathered about my grand aspirations, when I first decided to take in foster children. She said that although I had offered to take in any child in need of a helping hand, I felt my greatest impact would be with gay youth, who were often treated like lepers and outcast from the rest of society. She continued by informing everyone that my hope was to help the gay youth adjust to his orientation and find a way to fit into society as easily and seamlessly as possible.

As she spoke, I glanced around and noticed a few nods of understanding from both my friends and my sons, as they digested Sally's revelation. Although Sally admitted she hadn't shared this information with anyone before, mainly because I didn't want anyone to perceive us differently due to this information, she did informed the boys the other adults had their suspicions about some of them and had discussed this possibility amongst themselves at various time. However, she went on to explain that even though they might have had their suspicions about their sexual orientation, none of them really cared about such minutia and loved each of them unconditionally. To them, all that mattered was the boys were wonderful, intelligent and caring young men who would be a great asset to society and future generations. She concluded by saying that every adult there was more than willing to continue to love and support the boys as they always had, regardless of what announcements any of them made in the future.

When Sally finished speaking, Steve and Mary added their own words of support, telling the boys they'd never change their opinions of them because of whom they loved and hoped every one of them, gay or straight, would be happy with their situation, partners and lives. The boys did look apprehensively at the Spences, since they weren't sure how they might react, since older people were generally less accepting of non-traditional sexual orientations than the younger members of society. However, they were soon relieved when Mrs. Spence spoke up.

"This really doesn't come as a big surprise to us," she announced, while looking around at all the boys expectant faces. "John and I have both noticed how the two of you look at each other and how you act when you're together, so we kind of guessed the rest. Although we weren't brought up around such things, we would never allow such knowledge to affect how we feel about you. You are as much a part of our family as we are a part of yours, and John and I are happy for both of you, since you obviously love each other very much. Just take good care of each other and have a long life together, such as John and I have been able to share, and always find comfort in knowing your family will always be here to support you. That goes for the rest of you too," she added, before sitting down, to let the other boys now they had no reason to hide such important information from any of us.

After hearing her little speech, both boys dashed over and hugged their surrogate grandparents, while thanking them for being so open-minded and supportive. I don't think there was a dry eye in the house as we had listened to Margaret speak or observed the reaction that followed. Even Andrew understood the significance of what had just taken place and beamed with the knowledge that those closest to him wouldn't judge him because of such things as whom he loved or that he was a different race than them.

After the boys and the Spences finished their hugs, Mary broke the silence that followed and asked the question that was foremost on her mind. Although their orientation didn't bother her, she was confused about the timing of this announcement. She wanted to know why Danny and Brandon had decided to come out now, instead of waiting until they left for college or even after they graduated from college and were on their own. Danny quickly answered this for her.

"Well, we're not going to tell our friends until the last week of school, but we felt we should do it now, because of the Boy Scout thing. We hoped our coming out might help others who might also be gay. We only have one more year before graduating from high school, and we thought everyone would talk the topic out over the summer, so it would be old news by the time we went back to school for our senior year. We figured we'd have enough to do to keep us busy then, and we could put up with whatever problems the others might give us. Brandon and I are boyfriends, and we plan on being together always. We've both been accepted to a couple of colleges, and since we applied to the same ones, there's a good chance we'll be together for another four years. I'm really glad none of you are upset about this, because I think both Brand and I were worried about how you were going to react."

Everyone assured them the news didn't change their minds about them and they'd always be there for them. I think this took a big burden off both of their shoulders.

Once the adults had their say, their brothers were quick to inform them that they'd support and defend them too, if need be. "Don't worry, guys," Frankie announced, "if anyone hassles either of you between the time you make your announcement and the time I leave for college, they'll have to answer to me about what they say or do."

"And that goes for me too," Dustin added. "We'll protect you even better than we did Shannon, when the scouts ganged up on him."

We all had a little chuckle over that, and then Brandon and Danny thanked everyone again for their support. They told them they had all kind of hoped for this type of response, but it was still nice to know it was what actually happened. With that behind us, we went ahead and had cake and ice cream, while Danny opened his presents. All in all, it was a very nice party.

Just before she left, Sally said she had something to tell us too. "I almost forget this, with Danny and Brandon's announcement and all, but I heard from the Beckers and they've told Richard they'd like to adopt him, if he wanted them to. Of course, Richard was thrilled and accepted immediately. So this makes Richard and the Beckers our first charity-assisted adoption."

"Yes," Steve added, "and a lawyer friend of mine is handling the legal work for them, pro bono of course, and their case should be on the docket by early June." We were all pleased by this great revelation, so I felt it was the perfect time to make my announcement too.

"Well, I might as well tell the rest of you my news too, then," I began. "I've been working with my lawyer and I'll be legally adopting Frankie and Brent soon, if they agree to it." Both boys looked shocked, but then began nodding their heads eagerly, so there would be no mistake they agreed. "If Steve can pull a few stings for us, maybe we can have our adoptions formalized at the same time as Richard's."

"That's a splendid idea," Steve shot back. "I'll see what I can do and I'm almost positive the same judge that stood in for me on your last round of adoptions will also be the one to handle these. He's a really nice guy and was quite impressed with all of you the last time he was here. I'm really glad you made that suggestion, Josh, because it will make both events even more special."

"Hey, I'm beginning to feel left out," Nick announced.

"Me too," Brandon added. "We're the only two who live here that aren't really family now."

I went over and gave both of them a hug. "What do you mean you're not family?" I challenged. "You have been and always will be considered my sons too, even if it isn't done legally. However, I want both of you to consider yourselves lucky that you have wonderful and supportive parents who love you… almost as much as I do," I teased. "No matter what, you'll also always have a home with us, so don't ever worry about that. Besides, Brandon," I added, a bit playfully, "it looks as if you will become my son-in-law one day soon."

Everyone laughed at that comment, while Brandon acknowledged it was true, and then he thanked me for letting him stay with us after his parents moved. I told him it was my pleasure, and then each gave me a hug of appreciation. While this was going on, Frankie and Brent joined in, making it a group hug.

"Thanks, Dad," Frankie told me. "I know I don't really deserve any of this, but it is what I've been secretly hoping for. I thought it was a bit much to expect and knew I didn't deserve it, after all of the terrible things I did when I first came here."

"What do you mean, you don't deserve this?" I asked him. "Sure we had some problems at one point, but that's behind us now and all has been forgiven. You are a fine son and I'm proud to have you as a part of my family." Then I did something I had never done to Frankie before, but felt the time was right. I leaned forward and kissed him on the forehead. He looked up at me, with a shocked expression on his face and tears forming at the corners of his eyes. Suddenly he lifted up his arms, threw them around my neck and shoulders, and gave me the most powerful hug he was capable of. When he finally broke it, he kissed me on the cheek and thanked me again, and I could tell this had been a very emotional catharsis for him. However, it wasn't over yet, as Frankie began to address his brothers.

"I know I've been pretty hardheaded in the past and done some pretty stupid things, like throwing that party and stealing from you guys, but you've always given me a chance to prove myself to you, even if I didn't deserve it," he told them, before turning toward me again. "Sometimes I didn't think you liked me as much as the others, because you were never as affectionate with me as you were with the younger ones. I know now it was probably because I always tried to act so tough and that probably made you think I didn't want that kind of attention, but I'm not really as tough as I tried to make everyone believe. I always wished I could think of a way to let you know how much I appreciated what you were doing for me, but even more I wanted to figure out how to let you know I really loved you. That kiss meant an awful lot to me and now I know you DO love me as much as the others. Thanks, Dad."

Frankie hugged me again, and when I looked up at the others, I saw teary eyes and tear streaked faces among those watching us. As many times as I'd worried how Frankie would respond if I'd made an affectionate slip like that, I'd belatedly discovered he was just a scared little boy who cloaked himself in tough guy persona, just to keep from getting hurt. No matter how much bravado he could muster, I now understood he wanted AND needed my affection, maybe even more than the others.

When Frankie finally released me again, I felt another pair of arms around my waist, so I looked down to see who was there. It was Brent. When he eventually lifted his head up and looked in my direction, he flashed me a huge grin. "I really want to thank you too, Pop," he added, "but does this mean I can now start calling you Dad?"

"That's up to you, Brent," I told him. "You may call me Dad or you may still call me Pop. The choice is yours, but I won't love you any less either way."

"Well, if you're going to be my dad and these guys are going to be my brothers, then I'm going to start calling you Dad," he announced, gleefully.

Once all of the commotion finally started to die down, we received congratulations from each of the others who were there. My boys told me that they knew I was going to do it, they just didn't know for sure when, but they thought it was a good idea to do it when Richard got adopted too, so they could see him get his family. Everyone seemed satisfied, so now all we had to do was learn the date this would take place.

The euphoria from that day lasted well after the party and the next couple of weeks were filled with many other activities that enriched our lives. During that time, Sammy got his chance to have some fun with Brent and excitedly repeated the lessons he had learned from Nick. After they had their time together, Sammy came to thank me for allowing him to participate with the others and explained how wonderful it had been. I just smiled and told him he was welcome, but he was to come see me whenever he had any questions or concerns and not let them build up until he was ready to explode. I also explained that I'd also schedule some time alone with him, so I could fill him in on some of the things I had already told his brothers, concerning their activities. He said he'd like that and it was nice to see I had my happy-go-lucky Sammy back again.

The following week, the boys began preparing for their final tests and the end of the school year. It was also a very busy time for me, as I tried to keep my students under control and prevent them from getting too carried away with the special year-end activities. It's easy for them to act as if school was out a week or two before it actually happened, especially for the eighth graders who were spending their final days at the middle school, so the faculty and I worked hard to keep them busy and in check.

In addition to everything else, I was also conducting driving lessons for Frankie and Kevin and making sure they were getting in plenty of practice time in. Even though their six months wouldn't be up until September, I wanted to make sure they got in as much driving time as we could arrange, so they'd be ready for their big day. It was actually a bit easier for me this time, as I just followed the lessons I'd planned for the other group, and I was also feeling more at ease in my role as driving instructor. Either because of or despite those facts, both boys were doing quite well adapting behind the wheel and I wasn't worried about either passing his test. Frankie was already fairly accomplished behind the wheel, due to his time illegally on the road, and Kevin would be taking Drivers Education class in the fall, to reinforce what I taught him up to that point.

We also had a great deal going on with the Boy Scout issue during this period, which took up even more of my free time. The United Way had finally acknowledged that those contributors who withheld their final payroll contributions had hurt them quite badly and we projected there would be a minimum of a 40% drop in contributions in their next drive, but it could go as high as 55 or 60%, if things didn't change. That meant the United Way was also getting nervous about their future and working feverishly to stem the tide of the backlash against them, without having to sever their funding of the Boy Scouts. Although they suggested contributors could mark their donations to indicate their money couldn't be used for certain organizations, we knew this was a meaningless gesture, as the funding amounts to the various organizations wouldn't change in the end. I think we had found their Achilles heel – their bank accounts.

Although my boys had not been extremely active in the Scouts, many had been members at one time or another, mostly before they had come to live with me. Now they asked me to help them find a way to make a statement to show how they felt, something that would be significant and not just a meaningless gesture. After discussing this at a meeting or two with our committee, we came upon an idea they liked and one that we felt would have a significant impact. My boys, along with several other young men who felt just as strongly about this issue, were going to go to the local Boy Scout headquarters and turn in their merit badges and other awards they had earned over the years. Not only that, but I'd arrange for several newspapers, and the national magazines that had published the articles on our family and the charity, to also cover this protest. They agreed, so we made it a media event.

Several pictures of the boys turning those items in appeared in the local papers, and were later published in the magazines, which spread our concerns beyond the boundaries of our small community. Before long, six adjoining counties had similar movements going, and the Boy Scouts were beginning to feel the pinch from continuing their bigoted policies. During the final school board meeting, the board approved a resolution restricting the Scouts from using any school facilities for their meetings, activities, fund-raisers or other social events, until their policies fell in line with the ones the district supported.

If that weren't enough, some of the more liberal churches in the area also limited their support and denied the Scouts access to their facilities, so now the Scouts were even hurting for anyplace they could use for their meetings and other activities, other than their Scout leaders' homes. Now that the money was drying up and the welcome mats were disappearing, we were bringing our point home, at least locally.

The next big event on our calendar was Pat's eye appointment, but unfortunately it got moved back a week because of an emergency that came up. That situation required the personal and immediate attention of Doctor Bailey, the renowned ophthalmologist who we were lucky to be able to see, but in the long run the change worked to our advantage. Pat's appointment was on Friday and Mark was scheduled to fly in the following day, so now I wouldn't have to make trips on consecutive weekends.

Finally, the big day came and we set off for his office in Philadelphia. As we started out, I know I was praying, and I suspect Pat was too, that Doctor Bailey might be able to find some way to help him. The ride turned out to be very relaxing, as it was just the two of us this time, and Pat talked about everything that came into his mind, except what might happen at his appointment. I guess he was just too nervous to think about such possibilities and tried to distract himself by talking about everything else that was going on. By the time we reached the office, Pat was just about talked out anyway.

I led Pat to the reception area using the same technique we had followed everywhere else we went together. I would walk along, with him holding my arm, and I'd tell him about anything out of the ordinary in our path. Pat once told me he really appreciated how we had done this, because he never felt like a blind kid when we went out, just a guy going somewhere with his father. I understood the full implications of what he was telling me and that simple comment was more valuable than a pile of gold.

Anyway, we went into the doctor's waiting area, where I filled out the typical first visit paperwork, and then we waited to see our potential miracle worker. It really wasn't very long before we were being led down a hallway, directed into an examination room and told the doctor would be with us shortly. Pat was visibly more nervous now, realizing he was near a final determination of what fate held in store for him, but I reminded him that he'd be no worse off than we already assumed. He thought about my comment for a minute, while running all the possibilities over in his mind. Finally, he turned his head in my direction, took a deep breath and smiled.

"I guess you're right. It can't get any worse than always being blind," he agreed. "I guess whatever the doctor tells us will be no worse, but possibly better than what we've already heard." After confiding that, he calmed down and waited quietly next to me until Doctor Bailey arrived.

The doctor was a very friendly and easy-going man, who quickly informed us he had talked with the director of the school for the blind and learned how much our organization was willing to do for the students there. He thanked us for all we had already done, as well as what we were still planning to do for those children, before he told Pat he hoped he could be as much help to him, as Pat had been to the school.

Pat played it cool and didn't get too excited about the doctor's comment. Instead, he told Doctor Bailey he felt very fortunate to belong to a loving and supportive family and then added he was pleased we were in a position to help those less fortunate than ourselves. He informed the doctor that although he was hopeful his sight might be restored, he wouldn't be disappointed or upset if he found out it wasn't possible. Doctor Bailey told him that was a very mature attitude to take, but promised he'd do whatever he could to give him at least some sight back.

The examination was very thorough and took quite a few minutes to complete. The doctor examined every square millimeter of Pat's eyelids and the skin surrounding his eyes, before examining they eyeballs extensively as well. Once that had been completed, the doctor asked Pat to perform several small tasks, like looking up or to one side or the other, and then asked Pat a series of questions about the types of things he'd experienced since the accident. After evaluating what he had seen, the doctor looked at us and gave us his prognosis.

"I understand why your doctor told you what he did, because your eyes took quite a beating from the acid. I'm afraid there isn't any hope for the right eye, as that one was the most severely damaged in the accident, but I also agree with what your other doctor told you about your left eye too. You may have some limited vision in that eye in the future, but I've noticed a few things I think your other doctor either failed to notice or interpreted incorrectly. I also believe I've noticed something he missed altogether. In looking at your left eye, I've observed the damage is minimal in certain areas, while more severe in others. Due to the fact that most of the eye received minimal damage, I've concluded we could replace your cornea, which was the most severely effected region, and possibly restore nearly full vision to it. The corneal transplant is not a guarantee, but you won't be any worse off if we give it a try."

Pat began to beam after hearing this encouraging news, but he was still too nervous to ask the doctor questions about the procedure. I suspected he was worried the doctor's answers would indicate the news wasn't as encouraging as he first hoped. Finally, I took the initiative and posed some questions of my own, hoping it might answer the questions Pat was too timid to pose and reinforce the glimmer of hope he was clinging to. "Doctor Bailey, when you said you might be able to restore Pat's vision, did you mean back to 20/20?"

"I'm not sure if I can restore it to what he had before the accident and it may be something a bit less than that, but if I'm successful, your son will be much better off after the operation, than without it. I'd even go as far to say that however much vision we could restore could be improved even more with corrective lenses, so Pat would be able to lead a normal and productive life and wouldn't have to depend on others for any form of assistance."

"Fair enough," I replied. "So, how soon do you think it might be before you could perform this miracle?"

Dr. Bailey flashed me a strange look, but then answered. "I'd have to check on the availability of a suitable cornea, but I would guess we could most likely be set to go ahead with it in a month or so."

"Really? That quickly, huh?" I was quite surprised. "I thought it would take a bit longer than that."

"We're not doing a complete eye transplant, just the cornea," he told me. "That means we have a few more options available to us, so it's not as complicated or difficult to prepare for."

"That's terrific," I agreed. "We'd be pleased if you could set up the procedure as soon as it's convenient for you. All you'll need to do is let us know when we should return. I'll have Pat here the minute you're ready for him."

The doctor smiled and assured us he would, so we both thanked him and left. As we made our way back to the car, I realized Pat was somewhat giddy from the news that he might get his vision back, at least in one eye. Once we got in the car, he began to talk excitedly. "Do you think it will really happen, Dad? Do you really think I'll be able to see again, at least a little?"

"Pat, he's one of the best doctors in his field," I assured him. "If he says it's possible, then I'd bet the farm on it."

"What do you mean by that, Dad?" Pat asked, hearing a colloquialism he was unfamiliar with. Knowing he didn't understand what I meant not only made me feel badly, but it also made me feel old.

"It means I believe so strongly about what he told us that I'd even be willing to bet all of my money on it," I explained. After telling him that, I just looked in his direction, realizing our generations had much different ways of saying and interpreting things. After a few minutes of silence, Pat spoke again.

"You know, Dad, we should also do something to let people know how important organ donations are," he urged. "I never thought about it until now, and not just because of my eyes, but what if someone needed a heart, lungs, kidney or liver? There're a lot of things that could be donated, and I bet most people never thought about doing anything like that. I know I didn't."

"You're probably right, Pat, so we should try to see if we can do something to change that situation," I agreed. "Maybe we could talk some other groups into helping us promote organ donor awareness and then try to get people to sign organ donor cards. I think you've come up with another wonderful idea, and once again it's something that will benefit others. Whether you realize it or not, you've just opened one more window for others in need."

I could see him smile after I told him that, but he didn't say anything else, knowing we both understood what was meant by that last exchange. I truly believed God has been using him for some valuable purposes, turning his tragedy into triumphs for others and using Pat to restore hope to those with little left. I'm glad he feels the same way about what happened to him and is using his strength to positively affect the situation, rather than mope around and feel sorry for himself.

Chapter 25
Let the Good Times Roll

I called Carlos and his mother as soon as Pat and I had finished at Doctor Bailey's office, and I told them I was going to pick them up in an hour and we'd all go out to dinner together – my treat. Mrs. Garcia thanked me and told me they'd both be ready to go by the time I arrived. I could hear Carlos in the background after his mother shared the news with him, whooping it up and thrilled they would be doing something different.

Pat and I went to check in to our hotel in the interim and freshened up as well. This way we could just come back to the room after our meal and then checkout the next day, before going to pick up Mark. I think we were both looking forward to seeing him again.

We had a lovely dinner and I let them pick the restaurant, since I didn't know the local choices. It was a Mexican-American establishment and the meal was excellent, but most of our fun came from listing to Carlos talk nearly non-stop while we were together. Of course, he started by asking Pat questions about his condition and telling him how sorry he was about the accident, but hopeful he'd be able to see again some day. However, after that, Carlos rattled on about his school, his friends and the wonderful life he was enjoying, since we'd helped his mother and him start over again. Mrs. Garcia just beamed to see her son so alive and happy about everything.

After we'd finished, we drove Carlos and his mother home and then went back to our hotel. Since Pat couldn't see the television, I put it on a channel playing music and Pat and I talked more about his idea to encourage awareness about organ donations. After doing that for an hour or more, we turned in early, as we were both quite exhausted from the day's activities.

After waking, cleaning up and having breakfast, I checked out of the hotel and paid the bill. We still had a couple of hours until Mark's flight was scheduled to land, so I drove over to one of the city parks and took Pat for a walk. It was a lovely, warm day, and I thought the exercise and fresh air, if there were such a thing as fresh air in a big city, would do us both good. Pat agreed and held on to my arm as he had done since his accident and we set off. We talked about many things, as we made the loop around the park, and by the time we returned to our starting point, it was nearly time to leave for the airport.

The drive there was slow and the traffic congested, but we still arrived early. We sat around the terminal and waited for Mark's flight to land and we both were happy that it arrived nearly on schedule. Mark was smiling from ear-to-ear when he saw us, but even though I had told him about Pat's accident shortly after it happened, I could still read the pained expression on his face as he noticed Pat standing beside me, gently gripping my left arm, just above the elbow. However, he was able to hide his feelings as he greeted both of us and I don't think Pat was aware of his initial reaction.

About halfway back, we stopped for lunch, and Mark happily told us about his school year and how he was looking forward to spending the summer with us. He and Pat also discussed Pat's condition and I think Mark was somewhat surprised by how well Pat was handling this traumatic episode in his life. I believe it made a major impression on him and caused him to look at Pat in a whole new light.

When we arrived home, the boys all raced out to greet us. They welcomed Mark and asked Pat and I how the appointment had gone. We quickly filled them in and Pat used this opportunity to tell his brothers about his idea to promote organ donations. The boys all agreed it was an excellent suggestion and said they'd all be willing to fill out an organ donor card, just in case something happened to them. At least then someone else might live and benefit from their misfortune.

They also offered to do whatever they could to help him, including working with whatever group we found that would do this. We hoped we could find an organization that would use this as their community service project and spread awareness of the need for organ donations and organ donors.

Once this discussion had ended, I had Danny and Brandon show Mark to his room and help him get settled in. I think they were all excited about spending time together and Mark was looking forward to starting his summer job.

Over the next couple of days, the boys made a list of fraternal and service groups, many with national affiliations, which might take up our cause. I worked with Pat and some of the others to compose letters that would be sent to the various groups, asking for their support with this endeavor. After we had come up with what we thought was a suitable proposal, one that made our point with a minimum of verbiage, we began to address the documents and mail them out. Now, we would have to wait and see if we got any replies.

The next week was the final week of classes for the high school, as the week after would be entirely devoted to finals. Danny and Brandon broke their big new on Wednesday of that week, as they started telling some of their friends and teammates about their love for each other. It turned out to be less of a problem than they thought it might be, as those closest to them accepted it without adverse reaction, but of course there were some snide remarks made to them by some of their detractors, especially the Boy Scouts who had been negatively affected by our campaign to end their bigoted practices. By the week of finals, talk of their news started to die down, as most of the students concentrated on their upcoming tests, rather than the gossip. Before they knew it, school was out and the boys felt whatever negative reactions they had faced would die down by the fall.

The next big event on our May calendar was Dustin and Frankie's graduation from high school. It was a very proud moment for the three of us. It was a beautiful day and the ceremony was being held outdoors, so more people could attend. This allowed me to bring all the boys so they could witness this accomplishment and I hoped it would inspire them to want to achieve this same goal for themselves. As we sat in the bleachers waiting for the ceremony to begin, the boys began to horse around a bit, in order to pass the time. I didn't mind their shenanigans, as long as they kept it to a dull roar and didn't bother the others seated next to us.

When the procession music finally began, the graduates marched out and took their seats, and then we sat through several speeches given by the superintendent, the high school principal and the class valedictorian. The smaller boys were extremely bored by time we reached the keynote speaker, so they began fiddling in their seats and starting to do things to the others as a distraction for themselves and a means to have a little fun. I tried my best to keep them from annoying anyone else, but I understood why they were acting as they were.

Mercifully, the speeches ended, so now it was time to hand out the diplomas and the younger ones could hardly wait until their brothers' names were called. They planned to cheer loudly for their siblings, while holding up a couple of homemade signs they had designed for the occasion. Fortunately, the school listed Frankie as a Currie, although his adoption wouldn't be finalized for a couple more weeks, so he and Dustin would receive their diplomas one after the other.

I let Danny sneak down toward the platform, so he could take pictures of our two graduates as they received their diploma and handshakes. Of course, both of them had to ham it up when they came off of the stage, and fortunately Danny also got a couple of pictures of that as well.

When the ceremony was over, we had to wait for Dustin and Frankie, as they wandered around to say good-bye to all of their friends and teachers. When they were done, they came back to find us and I drove the younger boys home, so they could help me get ready for our graduation bash. Dustin took Frankie and some of the older high school boys in the Suburban, because they wanted to attend some of the other graduation parties they had been invited to, since we planned ours for the early evening and into the night. That was so the boys would finish up their festivities at our place, because I felt they would probably have a little to drink, even if they weren't quite old enough, and this way I wouldn't have to worry about them driving when they shouldn't.

It took us a couple of hours to get everything ready, but that was because we weren't really frantically rushing around to set up. We knew we had plenty of time before anyone arrived and we wanted to be rested up enough so we could actually enjoy the celebration too, once everyone arrived. Of course, our extended family would be showing up to party with us, and I wanted to be able to enjoy their company while they were here.

Our party began around six and the partiers began to show up a few at a time. The boys had placed trays containing various types of foods on banquet tables I had borrowed from the school, so our hungry guests could partake without having to wait for a formal announcement to chow down. There were hot dogs, hamburgers, sausages with pepper and onions, several sheet pizzas and various salads, such as potato, macaroni and garden varieties. We also had two huge sheet cakes, with each having a personal message for our graduates noting the college they would be attending in the fall. We also had plenty of soda, punch and other non-alcoholic drinks in coolers at the end of the tables, as none of the boys were close to the legal drinking age, but we did have a keg on hand for the adults.

Throughout the evening, many parents and other students showed up to help us celebrate, along with our extended family. Everyone made sure to find a moment to congratulate Dustin and Frankie, hand them their cards and gifts and then ask them questions about their plans for the future. I knew after an hour or so the boys were getting tired of repeating basically the same story to each individual as they made their rounds, but both managed to keep their emotions in check and continued being good hosts.

About halfway through the evening, I presented both boys with their graduation gifts from the family. I watched eagerly as they opened the packages and they both seemed more than pleased with what they got. I had purchased a top-of-the-line laptop computer for each of them, for their use at college. Those computers had the fastest processor I could find, huge hard drives, and all the other bells and whistles to satisfy any need they might possibly have. They both thanked me and each gave me a hug, before I reminded them there was no reason for them to lose touch with us while they were away. I also informed them I expected at least one email each week or I'd have to have someone check up on them and see if anything was wrong. They both looked at me and mumbled something about they thought they were going to be on their own at college, but then they laughed and hugged me again.

As the evening wore on, I herded the younger boys into the house, since the older boys had their girlfriends there and obviously needed some privacy from spying eyes. As the party wore on, many of the adults eventually decided they'd had enough and returned to their homes, but they all thanked us first and informed us they'd had a wonderful time.

Throughout the night, I noticed various boys seemed to disappear from time to time, almost always with their girlfriends in tow, and I think we all knew what they were up to. I believe they realized they probably wouldn't be seeing much of each other over the summer or during the next school year, as each had their own vacation plans and jobs for the summer and none of them were planning to attend the same college in the fall. It was a kind of bittersweet time, since they had reached the pinnacle of their high school careers, after putting thirteen long years into the public educational system. However, now their lives would change drastically over the next few weeks as they prepared for a new learning experience in a much more demanding environment away from the community they had been living in. They were approaching this time with great excitement, but also great trepidation, as they wanted the freedom that college life would offer them, but they also hated to lose the security their family and friends had provided for them. In the long run, most teens reach this point sooner or later, whether they go away to school, get a job or enter military service. It is just another stage in the process of maturation.

A little later, some of the other older boys went into the house too, in order to give Dustin and Frankie a chance to spend some time alone with their remaining guests. We would clean up from the party tomorrow, after enjoying a good night's rest.

For a while after we went inside, I could hear those still in attendance talking and horsing around outside, but after a while it grew silent and my imagination began to run wild with thoughts of what might be going on. As much as I was tempted, I stayed inside and trusted the boys to heed the advice I had given them in the past and not ruin their lives by making any foolish mistakes, such as getting one of the girls pregnant. I had always trusted their judgment, and except for a few occasions during Frankie's first stay with us, they hadn't given me any reason to doubt them, so tonight would be no exception to the rule. Besides, in a couple more months I wouldn't be there to monitor Frankie and Dustin's every move, so I would have to learn to trust their self-restraint and hoped they would honor the basic tenets I had tried to instill in them during the time we had been together.

I did sleep fairly well that night, although I woke up from time to time and walked around the house to make certain everything was all right. I never noticed anything out of the ordinary while making these rounds, so each time I went back to bed and slept a little longer. I would be able to tell better how things went in the morning, after the sunlight began to penetrate the gloom.

The next day started off very busy, as we cleaned up the mess from the day before. Everyone pitched in and helped, so it wasn't long before we could all kick back and just relaxed. I think each of us needed the downtime, and I know I certainly enjoyed it. Not only that, but the boys even seemed to appreciate the change from our recent hectic schedule.

That afternoon, Mark and I also had a chance to talk and I asked him how he liked his job. He started beaming almost immediately, as he told me that he loved the work they had him doing and was very fond of his mentor, who was also my friend. He said he was learning a great deal from the man and felt everything he learned here would help him not only with his classes in school and overseeing my family's investments, but would benefit him throughout the rest of his life. I was happy to discover everything was working out so well for him and ecstatic over his positive outlook on this experience.

The next big event in May was Pat's birthday, which we celebrated on the Saturday before Memorial Day. It seemed strange to me at the time, but the only outsiders Pat asked me to invite to his party were Shannon and his father. The reason this seemed so odd was that Pat always had a few friends he liked to include, but he told me later that he didn't want to this year. After trying to discover why, he admitted there were a couple of reasons. First, he still felt people were gawking and feeling sorry for him, but he also wanted to let the shock wear off from Danny and Brandon's coming out announcement at school. He felt it would be best to give everyone time to digest that news, before putting them in a situation where they would be confronted with it head on.

After thinking about this for a while, I told him I would honor his wishes. I would even invite Shannon and Jake personally, but let them know it was Pat's request. He seemed pleased that I didn't object to his idea, so I tried to get him to help me plan for the big day.

Pat basically decided he didn't wish to vary from our typical birthday celebration, but a few strange things did happen as the day progressed. The first thing occurred when Pat announced he wanted me to stay with him during the day and told me his brothers had agreed to do the barbecuing in my place. At first, I wasn't sure how to react to this, since that job that had always been mine, but I felt maybe he was still a little insecure about being blind and wanted me by his side, just in case. However, that idea began to fall apart, when Pat made sure I was seated next to Jake, while he spent most of his time with Shannon and his brothers. Maybe it was his plan for me to occupy Jake's attention, so they could pry Shannon away and not leave Jake all alone, since he didn't know any of the others in attendance. I assumed Pat thought Jake would be more comfortable chatting with me, instead of trying to fit in with strangers, but then some other peculiar things began to happen.

It began when Pat suggested his brothers should enjoy themselves and play games, as they normally would have, if Pat weren't blind. Not only that, but he also encouraged the adults to participate too, namely Steve, Jake, Mark and me. Up until today, the boys usually liked to have their own fun first and only included the adults if they were shorthanded or getting tired. Not only that, but they made sure that Jake and I were on the same team and put Steve and Mark on the other side. We did have a good time, although it didn't take Steve, Jake and I very long to become extremely exhausted from the physical exertion. However, I soon forgot about being tired when the next strange event began to unfold.

While we, the mature men, were recuperating, the boys came over and invited Shannon and his father to join us again on Monday, when we'd planned our traditional Memorial Day cookout. Not only did they do this without checking with me first, they all knew this traditional celebration had been restricted to family and extended family in the past. Seeing this was out of character for them, I was beginning to wonder if one of them had a serious attraction to Shannon and felt this was a way to get close to him.

When Memorial Day arrived, it began with a bang, instead of a whimper, and that bang held special significance for my family. For the first time ever, our little community had decided to ban the Boy Scouts from marching in the annual Memorial Day parade. The town council had voted on this recommendation at their last meeting and had nearly unanimously agreed. There was one vote against this idea, from among the eight councilpersons, and that was by the councilman who had ties with the Scouts. I heard the troop leaders were more furious over this slight – even more than any of their previous setbacks, because this parade is a highly visible event and often got other boys interested in joining either the Cub or Boy Scouts. Only the Fourth of July parade got them more attention, so not only didn't the Scouts get to march in the parade and show off in front of their friends and family, which they always looked forward to doing, it was also perceived as a major blow to their recruitment efforts. Needless to say, their leaders were less than pleased by this turn of events.

However, this wasn't the only rude surprise for the Scouts. In the past, one of the older Scouts had always played taps at the ceremony following the parade, but this year the planning committee had asked one of the trumpeters from the school band to perform this honor instead. This was another major blow to the prestige the Scouts had previously enjoyed and indicated our movement was beginning to affect the Scouts in ways they never thought possible.

After the activities in town had concluded, we all headed back to the house for the remainder of the day. Again I was pushed out of my normal barbecuing duties, but this time I was replaced by the ladies. I was beginning to think no one liked my cooking!

I discovered later that the boys had made a point to ask Aunt Sally, Aunt Mary, Audrey Curtis (Jay's mother) and Margaret Spence if they would take over that duty this afternoon, proclaiming they had other plans for the men. The women agreed, of course, and the boys were soon dragging the rest of the males to the side yard for a game of touch football. Once again, the boys made it a point that Jake and I played on the same team, and then they suggested I be the quarterback and Jake the center, to allow them to play the more strenuous positions of running backs and receivers. After some give and take on this suggestion, we finally agreed to the arrangement, but only if Jake and I could switch positions from time to time. I didn't want Jake to be stuck with the thankless job of center the entire afternoon and felt it best if he also got a chance to do something a bit more fun, and definitely more glamorous. Once again, we all managed to have a great deal of fun and I'm extremely grateful I got to enjoy this time with my boys, instead of watching over the meat on the barbecue. Maybe this was just their way of building some special memories of our times together, before they went off to college, as Dustin and Frankie would soon be doing.

Before the day was over, I had another request put to me, although this one was of a more individual nature. After the game, Brent came up to me and asked if he could go on a two-week vacation with one of his friends' family. It appears they invited him to join them on a trip to Myrtle Beach, so their son would have some company his own age while they were there, as he was an only child. I told Brent I would need some time to think it over and would also want an opportunity to talk to the other boy's parents before I made my decision.

Immediately, he took the chance to lobby in favor of the idea, by telling me how much this opportunity meant to him. He also reminded me that we had no vacation plans for this year, except for possibly some weekend trips, due to Pat's impending operations. Additionally, he brought up the fact that he had missed out on our previous vacations, because he hadn't been a part of the family yet and emphasized he'd really like a chance to go on a trip such as this, as his family had never done anything of that nature while he was growing up. I asked him if he knew the dates when they were going and he told me it wasn't until July, so I told him he'd have his answer by the following weekend. Reluctantly, he accepted my response, although I knew he was hoping for an immediate affirmation that he could go.

After we had a chance to cool down and clean up after our game, we went out to eat. Once again the boys placed Jake and I together, only this time Steve sat with us too. During the course of the afternoon, Jake told the boys they didn't need to be so formal, by calling him Mr. McCarthy all the time, and they could just call him Jake. The boys countered that they'd feel better calling him Uncle Jake, which he agreed to, so Shannon began calling me Uncle Josh, which made everyone happy. Moving to a more casual relationship also put the day back into perspective, as it now made the McCarthies part of our extended family as well.

During the course of the evening, Jake brought up the topic of Danny and Brandon's coming out at school, and emphasized it was a very brave thing to have done. He went on to explain it had also helped Shannon out too, by making him feel less alone at school, and now there were others he felt he could relate to. Although he knew the boys were gay before they came out, he still felt alone at school, since he was the only one definitely known to be gay by his classmates. Now, he would feel a little less conspicuous and less of a target, since my two had followed him out, into the open.

During this discussion, Nick announced he was also thinking about coming out when he returned to school in the fall, and this made Trey say he thought he might do it as well. That was, he was planning to do it until Dion objected. Dion said he wasn't quite ready to tell everyone he was bi yet, but felt he would have to if Trey came out. This caused a small rift between the two boys, but I quickly realized it wouldn't become a major disagreement between them. I was confident they'd work out their differences on their own, by coming up with an option both of them were happy with before school started again in the fall.

Our big celebration finally came to an end and everyone thanked us for being invited. They all told us they'd had a good time and enjoyed themselves immensely, but had to go home to get ready for work the next day. Although I didn't have to go in to school, since it was out for the summer, I still had to clean up this mess the following day, although I knew the boys would help me. After saying good night to everyone, the boys and I went indoors and relaxed until bedtime.

During the following week, I spoke to the parents of Brent's friend and discussed the possibility of Brent going with them. They told me they really did want him to join them, if it met with my approval. They said otherwise their son would have no one to hang around with while they were away, unless he was lucky enough to find another young person who wouldn't mind him tagging along. However, they made it clear they would prefer not to take that chance of having him hook up with a complete stranger and thought Brent and their son would get along well and have a wonderful time together.

After some discussion about their plans, and after we got to know each other a little better, we did reach an agreement. I would let Brent join them, as long as they would allow me to give them some money toward his expenses.

At first this couple was reticent to accept any money from me. They felt by inviting him as their guest and companion for their son, they should pay for everything he did or needed. After some serious negotiation, they eventually allowed me to chip in toward his overall expenses. I was now satisfied and agreed Brent could go with them.

I didn't get a chance to inform Brent of my decision until later in the day, but when I did, he got all excited and started racing around in delight. Once he settled down again, he enthusiastically hugged and thanked me for many minutes, after which he told me how awesome this was going to be. When he got the excitement worked out of his system, I asked him to not make a big deal about it in front of his brothers, as I didn't want to have any hurt feelings about his getting to do something they weren't going to be part of. He agreed he wouldn't, so we were both satisfied.

Chapter 26
Opening Windows

Between the graduations and our Memorial Day celebration, Sammy and I had spent time together planning for his birthday, which was June 1st. He was turning thirteen this year and decided to have his party on Friday, which was his actual birth date. He also wanted to invite some of his school friends to stay for a sleepover, because he felt this might be the last time he would have one and this way he and his friends could also play together for most of Saturday too. I agreed to his suggestion, so he made out his invitations and sent them out to his friends, with some help from Andrew.

The celebration started off simply enough when the boys began to arrive in the early afternoon. Not all of the boys had been here before, so Sammy started off by showing them around the house, which included all floors – even the attic bedrooms. His friends seemed amazed by how large this place actually was and wanted to know what it was like to have so many brothers. After Sammy explained all the benefits, he admitted their were a few drawbacks too, like trying to go places with so many people in tow or buying Christmas and birthday presents for so many. The boys hadn't thought of that and wanted to know how they did it, so he explained they pooled their money for birthday presents and drew names from a hat for Christmas. That was enough information to satisfy their curiosity, so they went back to investigating our abode.

After the grand tour, Sammy asked me if I'd take them out for a hike in the woods behind our house, since he wanted his friends to see how much land we owned too. Since our guests all seemed eager to do this as well, I took them out and spent the next couple of hours roaming around our property, which included showing them the ravine. They were impressed with their tour and quite worn out and very hungry by dinnertime.

I had ordered a several sheet pizzas in advance and set the delivery time for 6:00, since the extended family was told to show up at 5:30. I had also stocked up on other things to go along with the pizza, so we also had plenty of soda, salads, potato chips, dip and cheese twists to go along with it. As with most of these get-togethers, the food disappeared quickly and I had to urge the adults to make sure they got their share before the swarm of teenage locust devoured everything in sight. I believe each of them did manage to get his fill, or at least I'd hoped so, since there was only a few crumbs left over.

Now that they were sated, the boys went back outside and played around until dark or shortly thereafter. I left them to their own devices, which seemed to make them happy, while I stayed in with the older group and enjoyed their company.

Sammy and his friends did many things throughout the course of the evening and played a final game of hide-and-seek before they came in for good. They chose this particular activity because it was nice and dark out, as the moon was in its earliest stages and even that light was almost totally obscured by the cloud cover. The rest of us weren't paying much attention to what was going on outside until I heard someone scream, so I raced out to investigate. Once I discovered the source of the disturbance, I had quite a bit of trouble stifling my laughter, but the young man involved definitely didn't think his situation was the least bit humorous.

It happened like this. One of the boys lived up the road from us and had ridden his bike to our place. Unbeknownst to him, his dog must have followed his scent to our house sometime later in the day, looking for the boy. During their game of hide-and-seek, one of the boys had chosen to hide behind some bushes in front of our house, hoping he could go unnoticed there. While he was waiting for his chance to dart to safety, the male dog came up to the bush, cocked its leg and peed all over the poor unsuspecting boy. The commotion I had heard and responded to were the sounds of the boy screaming at the dog and then cursing about what the dog had done to him.

The other boys began laughing hysterically after they found out what had happened, except for the owner of the dog, who apologized profusely for what his pet had done. After I got the boys to stop calling the poor kid 'urine pants' and 'the yellow scourge,' I advised him he could go inside and shower, while I rounded up something that he could wear in the meantime. Once he was clean and changed, I would wash his clothes, so he would have them to wear home when the time came. He seemed grateful for my input and happily went inside to use the shower is my master bathroom, while I brought him clean garments and took his and tossed them into the washer.

When the rest of the boys came inside for the night, we had cake and ice cream, followed by the opening of presents. Sammy got a bunch of nice things, but I think he was more pleased with the camaraderie of his classmates than he was with his gifts. I was glad to see him beginning to blossom.

As the evening wore on, some of the adults began to leave and said their good-byes to Sammy and the rest of us. By the time the last of our extended family had departed, Sammy asked if I would tell one of my ghost stories for his friends – a request all of them seemed eager to go along with. Sammy had hinted earlier that he hoped I might do this for him and I think he was looking forward to having me give his friends a good scare.

After things quieted down and the boys set up their sleeping bags in the family room, I went in to tell them a couple of my infamous ghost stories. Of course, I had also set up something special for the finale, since I was forewarned of this possibility. The first story was about an old one-room schoolhouse that once stood just a few hundred yards from where we lived. Everyone in town knew the building had once existed and was eventually destroyed by fire, since it was included as part of the local history course taught in my middle school. I just took the story a little further, embellished it slightly and turned it into something that might cause a group of boys a bit of uneasiness.

What I did is add the fact that the teacher had also died in the fire, after getting trapped in his quarters, which were attached to the rear of the schoolhouse. It had been a mandatory provision in his contract that he live in the two small rooms added on to the back of the school, so he could keep an eye on things, make sure the building was warm in the winter and be able to spend more time with his students. I also added the idea that after the fire the teacher's ghost had been seen roaming the area and checking on children, especially the young boys, to make sure that they were behaving themselves and punishing them when they were not. Seeing the old school house had once stood close to where we lived, I made certain to emphasize the teacher might be spending a lot of time looking into our windows, to see if all of them were being good.

Although this wasn't one of the best of my stories, I suspect it made the hair on the backs of their necks start to stand on its own and I saw more than one of them glancing at the two large picture windows in the room, to see if anyone was looking in. Now that the stage had been set, I began my second story, which I hoped would get to them even more.

This story was about a Civil War regiment that originated in our area and was part of the local folklore. It was also included in the local history class taught at the middle school, so most of these boys already had some limited knowledge of this event. Most of them already knew the men in this regiment were captured during one particularly disastrous battle and then sent to the notorious Confederate prison camp at Andersonville, GA, just southwest of Atlanta.

The conditions at this prison camp were sub-standard, at the very least, and particularly harsh. Many of the men imprisoned there ended up dying from various diseases, many of which were caused or worsened by the unsanitary conditions in the camp, or suffered a slow and agonizing death due to malnutrition, since food was very scarce. If the soldiers were lucky enough to survive those hardships, they might later be shot for crossing the deadline, which was an imaginary perimeter established to create a buffer zone and prevent escape, or executed for committing various infractions of prison rules. Only one member of this regiment survived his imprisonment there and made it home, so he could tell his and his comrades relatives what it had been like there.

Some of the bodies were also later returned to their families, so they could be reburied amongst their loved ones. Three of those returned were buried in the local cemetery and it has been rumored that ever since those corpses were placed in the ground, strange things began happening. Almost immediately afterward, many local residents reported seeing the spirits of these poor souls roaming the countryside at night and suspected they were looking for those responsible for their poor treatment and eventual death. Others claimed to hear the pitiful wails of these tortured souls, as they continued to react to the unbearable pain they had suffered before passing from this world. I ended by making a point that reports still come in to local law enforcement where someone claimed having heard or spotted these men, as they continue to do their duty for the Union and hunt those responsible for such an atrocity.

After I finished both stories, I stayed in the family room for a while longer, primarily so I could see what happened next and avoid being blamed for what was about to occur. Since most of these boys had never been to one of these sleepovers before, they would naturally assume that no one else would know which stories I was going to tell and, therefore, wouldn't be able to carry out a prank specifically related to them later. If only they knew how wrong they were.

Earlier in the week, I had asked some of the older boys to help me with this little surprise, and gleefully they agreed. We had managed to procure costumes and props appropriate to the stories, white facial paint to make them look deceased, some old looking kerosene lanterns and even some wigs, so we could hide the natural color of their own hair. I gave my chief prankster, Ricky, the role of the teacher, and Frankie, Dustin, and Danny got to play three of the Civil War soldiers. Of course the lights had been off in the family room as I told these stories and shortly after I finished the second one, a lantern emerged in the picture window at the front of the room, where a black cloaked figure, wearing a flat black hat, stood looking in.

This sent all of the boys screaming and running in my direction, as they sought whatever protection they could find. They were all wide-eyed as they scurried about the room, wailing like banshees and trying to explain to me about who or what they thought they had seen. I acted as if I had witnessed nothing and asked them questions about what they had observed, before I suggested we go over and look out the window, so we could determine if anything was out there.

The majority of the boys pleaded with me not to do that, since they not only didn't want to provoke whatever it was, but mainly because they didn't want me to leave them alone for any amount of time. Still others were actually concerned for my safety, as well as their own. By the time I convinced them to let me do this, Ricky had turned his lantern flame out and moved away from the window, so he was now standing where none of us could see him. As I went to look out the front window, the other group saw this as their signal to do their thing and approached the window on the opposite wall of the room.

Without any of us seeing them, they lit their lanterns and moved in front of the other picture window. You see, the family room was built as an addition to the side of the original house. It was rectangular, with three additional walls being connected to the side of the old farmhouse, and picture windows had been installed on both the front and rear sides, to take advantage of the wonderful scenery. However, at this particular moment, the boy didn't believe the view was so great.

Suddenly the screaming and commotion within the room started anew, as the boys saw this new spectacle behind them, but I pretended to keep looking out the front window and trying to see what was upsetting them so horrifically. What the boys didn't realize was, I could see what was happening behind me in the reflection of the window I was looking out of.

My three soldiers hammed it up big time. They very stiffly walked up and peered into the other window, holding their lanterns low and weapons high enough to be recognized as being quite old, and this had the younger boys all nervous and jerky again. By the time the partygoers were able to explain to me that this was something different and happening at the back window, instead of the front, our 'soldiers' had disappeared. However, that didn't stop me from pretending to look for our uninvited visitors appearing at the rear of the house and listening to the boys' rambling barely coherent tales about what they had seen. After another futile search, I eventually talked my reluctant guests into helping me look out into the darkness to locate these apparitions, so I'd know what they had seen. Although most were very reticent to do this, a few of the braver ones eventually stepped forward and offered to give me a hand, but none of us saw anything at this point in time.

Although my boys who had been in with this group, Cole, Graham and Andrew, all had their suspicions about what was happening, they were good and didn't spill the beans. Brent, however, was also new to my pranks and was just as stunned as Sammy's friends by what he had seen. By the time he went out to tell the rest of my sons what had happened, about twenty minutes later, my actors had used the time between to clean up and change into their normal clothing. As Brent and the other boys filled them in about what they had witnessed, the older boys acted shocked by their stories. They even offered to go outside to see if they could find any signs that anyone had been out there. Sammy's friends started raising a fuss about this suggestion, since they were convinced my boys would be placing themselves in danger if they were to leave the house, so my sons humored them and stayed inside. The younger ones did ask the older boys if they'd mind sleeping in the family room with them for the night, as additional protection – you know, safety in numbers – and good-humoredly the boys said they would.

After things quieted down, I got everyone into their sleeping bags and the boys turned in for the evening. Although I don't think many of them fell asleep right away, we still enjoyed a fairly quiet remainder of the evening. About half of the boys were hesitant to even go to the toilet during the night without an escort, so throughout the evening I lay in bed and watched boys pass by my room, accompanied by at least one other person, as they made their way to the guest bathroom.

Recognizing their uneasiness, I eventually got up and put a nightlight in the bathroom to ease their concerns, and I also added one in the foyer, to make it easier for them to find their way back and forth. I think they were all grateful for this small gesture.

Judging from their appearance the next morning, I concluded most of them had not slept much before the sun began to penetrate the gloom, so I shut the door to the family room and let them sleep for as long as they wished, now that they felt safer with the emergence of daybreak. It was about three hours later before the first of them emerged and informed me he was hungry.

Sammy's friends spent most of Saturday at our house too and everyone stayed through lunch. About an hour later, a couple of his guests had to leave, but the remainder stayed through dinner as well. In between, the boys did many things, including exploring around the house and the neighborhood, as well as looking for signs of our previous night's visitors. I know my actors were finding it hard to control their laughter as all of this took place, but we had agreed, in advance, they wouldn't tell anyone else what they had done, so we'd be able to pull similar stunts in the future. All in all, I think Sammy was very satisfied with his party and his friends were both impressed and frightened by their experience with us.

After Sammy's friends left, the Spences returned. They had decided to go out after Sammy's party the previous evening and then spend the night at a hotel, as they weren't sure they were ready for the shenanigans I warned them we had planned for the evening. As they approached the house, they noticed me sitting on a lawn chair on the porch, as I was enjoying the cooler summer evening, and came over to join me. As we were sitting there chatting and enjoying what was left of the day, we began to hear some banging coming from my neighbor's yard. Although he lived nearly a half mile [800 m] away, the noise was still quite obvious, as he pounded a sign into his front lawn. As he stepped away and headed back toward his house, I decided to walk down and see what it was about. I was shocked when I saw the sign read, 'For Sale By Owner,' with his phone number listed below.

Since he was still outside, I hollered out to him and asked what was up. He quickly told me he and his wife had decided to move to Florida, as the cold winters were becoming increasingly harder on his wife's arthritic condition. I had not seen this coming, but quickly told him I might have someone interested in buying his two-bedroom ranch home. When he asked me whom, I told him I'd bring them right down, since they were currently staying at my place. He agreed with my proposal, so I went up and sprang the news on the Spences.

Who would have believed that with John and Margaret already looking for a place, my neighbor would suddenly decide to leave the area and had exactly what the Spences were looking for. It made me wonder if a greater power might have had a hand in arranging this.

As soon as I told the Spences what I had discovered, they became very excited and wanted to go see the house immediately. I agreed and Margaret suggested it was a lovely evening to take a walk. We strolled down to the adjoining property and my neighbor gave them a tour of his home. It was almost immediately apparent that John and Margaret liked this well kept residence and bonded with the older couple that owned it, so John got right to the point and asked him what he wanted for the place. After he got his answer, John wanted to know if he was taking everything in the house with him, and my neighbor told him he wasn't. He quickly added he was planning to have a garage sale before they moved and was putting nearly everything up for sale, except for their personal belongings.

After hearing this news, John asked if Margaret and he could take another walk through their home, which was agreed to, and once they finished going through all of the rooms again, John made him an offer, which included all of the furnishings they were going to leave behind. He explained that Margaret and he liked the way the home was decorated and the furniture was in good condition, so it would save them from having to buy things and have them moved in. Everyone seemed thrilled, so the deal was struck and both gentlemen would get in touch with their lawyers and set a closing date.

The following Tuesday, I was scheduled to appear in Family Court, along with Frankie and Brent, to make the various adoptions legal. All of the boys wanted to go with us and we arrived early, so we'd have a chance to chat with Richard and his new family before the proceedings began. They arrived shortly after we did and we chatted with them in the hallway. We congratulated them on soon becoming a family and they thanked us for what we had done to make this moment possible.

From our interviews at the group home, I also knew Richard's birthday was a little more than a week away, so I told them I'd like to throw a special birthday party for him at our house, a week from Saturday. I also informed them they would all be welcome to stay over that night, go to church with us on Sunday and then they could return home Sunday afternoon. Mr. Becker was a little uneasy about leaving his farm for that period of time, but I added that I'd pay whomever he had to hire to cover for him, so he wouldn't have anything to worry about and couldn't use that as an excuse. After seeing how excited his new son was over the prospect of a big party, he relented and we made it official.

After waiting in the hallway while all of the other cases were taken care of, we were eventually summoned into the court chamber. I could see Judge Rhinehart sitting on the bench, but also notice Steve, Mary, Sally and the Spences sitting in the gallery, bursting with happiness for all of us.

The Beckers went first and Judge Rhinehart even included a mention about the role the Castaway Foundation had played in making this happen, in the official court transcript. Then he complimented the Beckers and Richard on finding each other and overcoming the various obstacles that are normally encountered when adopting an older or hard-to-place youth. Once all of that had been discussed, Richard Aaron Calloway officially became Richard Aaron Becker.

Richard and the Beckers were glowing as they walked back to take their seats, once Richard had collected his official documents from the clerk. We could all tell they were bursting with pride, and before they took their seats, they also exchanged hugs and/or kisses with each other.

Frankie, Brent and I were called up next. Thankfully, Judge Rhinehart gave the short version of our last appearance before him and concluded by saying he was proud to be part of adding two more members to our unique clan. A few moments later, he announced Frankie would now be officially known as Franklin Albert Currie and Brent was to become Brent Alexander Currie, as he chose to use his former surname as his new middle name. Brent had told me in private that he had always hated his old middle name, Ivan, but had been stuck with it to honor a distant relative. When he realized this might be his chance to get rid of that dreaded moniker, he came to me to discuss it. That's when I suggested he might prefer to use his former surname in its place, which he happily agreed with.

After we had finished at the courthouse, I talked the entire crew into letting me take them out to lunch, to conclude our grand celebration. Not only did I invite my family and the Beckers, but I also included Sally, Mary, Steve and the Spences too, and we enjoyed a truly amazing time. Fortunately, I'd thought ahead and also had a cake waiting for us after we ate, with the three new names prominently written across it in icing, so the new family members could see their names in writing for the very first time, other than just on their legal documents. The boys involved were quite pleased and impressed by that simple recognition, and everyone else told them how good their names sounded.

After we left the restaurant, I just took my boys and went home. After giving Frankie and Brent one more hug and telling them how happy I was they were now officially my sons, I busied myself with things I'd been neglecting and were long overdue. As I walked around the house performing these various tasks, I noticed there was a message on our answering machine. I hit the play button and listened to the recording.

"Mr. Currie, this is Dr. Bailey's office calling," the recording began. "The doctor wanted to let you know he has located a cornea for Pat's operation and would like to schedule it for 10 a.m. Friday. Please call us back at 555-783-0655 and confirm, if this time meets with your approval."

I was slightly stunned by the message, as I didn't think anything would be happening so quickly. I knew the doctor was looking for a cornea and wanted to do the operation as soon as was possible, but I didn't think either Pat or I expected it would happen this fast. Eager to share the news, I went and retrieved Pat, so I could play the message for him. I was surprised he didn't show much of a reaction, once he heard what was said.

"Pat, are you okay with this?" I asked, trying to find out what he was thinking.

"Yeah, I guess Friday will be fine," he replied, in a very subdued manner. "I do want to see again," he added, after a brief pause.

"Yes, I know you want to see again," I confirmed, "so I thought you'd be happier and show more emotion when I played this message for you. What's up?"

Pat was very nervous and didn't answer right away. I could tell he was conflicted about something and I couldn't figure out what was bothering him. I gave him some time to gather the courage he felt he needed to tell me whatever was on his mind and, finally, he spoke. "It's just that I'm kind of scared too," he informed me. "I know I need to have these operations done, if I hope to ever see again, but I also know things can also go wrong while they're working on me and it's possible I might die."

I could see Pat was visibly shaken by this notion and thought it a very real possibility. In order to comfort him, I hugged him to my chest and waited until I felt him begin to relax a little, before I responded. Finally, I felt it was time to address his concerns.

"Pat, that's always a possibility whenever you have surgery, but in this case I'd say it was an extremely small one. I won't try to tell you the risk isn't there, but it's highly unlikely to happen. Even the doctor will tell you anytime you're under an anesthetic there is always a slight risk something like that could result, but I think it's more important for you to focus on the gains you'll make by having this done. This operation is vital to giving you at least part of your vision back, even if you decide against further procedures after this operation. The plastic surgery isn't really necessary and is purely cosmetic, so you won't have to do that, if you don't want to. Sure, it most likely will reduce some of the obvious scarring around your eyes, but it doesn't look bad as it is. You're still a very handsome young man."

"If I decide to have the operation on my eye," Pat quickly informed me, "then I'm going to do it all. I don't want to see again, only to discover I'm ugly and a scar-face."

"Believe me, you're far from ugly," I replied, "but you have to make up your mind for yourself. You know I'll support you, no matter what you finally decide to do."

"I know and that's very important to me too," he agreed. "I'm not sure if I'd have been able to handle this without you here to help me get through it."

"Well, I'll always be here for you, as long as I still have breath in me," I confirmed, "so don't worry about that. Just think about what's best for Pat, for now."

"Thanks, Dad, and I think I'm ready to do that," he replied. "Call the doctor back and have him set up the operation for Friday, as long you'll be with me the whole time."

"Well, I can't go into the operating room with you," I acknowledged, "but I will stay by your side the rest of the time. Your brothers should be fine with Mark and the Spences here, but I'll also ask Aunt Sally to look in on them from time to time while we're gone, just to be safe."

"Thanks, Dad," Pat offered in response. "I just can't tell you how much it means to me to know you'll be there and won't leave me," he nearly choked out, as he was beginning to get emotional about this topic.

"Well, I think I do, because it means just as much to me," I agreed. "I wouldn't let you go through something like this without being by your side for as long as I'm able. I would go nuts if I weren't there for you, and I still might go nuts anyway," I teased.

"You won't go nuts from this," Pat stated dryly. "If we haven't driven you crazy already, then you're safe, especially after what you've put up with from the three stooges." We both chuckled, knowing exactly what he was hinting at, even if it wasn't very subtle.

For the rest of the week, we spent much of our time getting things together and preparing for the big day. Before we left, I also gave instructions to the other boys and tried to tie up all the loose ends before we took off. Even though Frankie joked it was a good thing I hadn't gone away and left them alone when he first lived with us, they all promised me they'd behave and all I had to do was take care of their brother. I thanked them from the depths of my heart and then relayed their comments to Pat.

Pat ended up staying in my room both Tuesday and Wednesday nights, since he was in need of a little extra TLC from the old man to help calm his nerves. Thursday night, the two of us spent the evening in a hotel room in Philly, while mentally preparing ourselves for what still lay ahead. We both woke up on our own before 5:00 Friday morning, but neither of us could eat anything – Pat because he was told not to have any food before the operation and I didn't want to eat in front of him. Besides, I don't think I could have kept anything down, even if I wanted to, because I was worried about him.

Once we were dressed, we half-heatedly listened to music until it was time to leave, and then I drove to the hospital. We got him checked in and then an orderly wheeled him off to the waiting/preparation area. I was able to stay with him while he changed into a hospital gown and then helped him onto the gurney. I was holding his hand when he got the shot to put him under and kissed his forehead before he was wheeled into the O.R.

Chapter 27
Rays of Sunshine

Doctor Bailey had elected to perform Pat's operation early in the day, and then keep him overnight in the hospital, as a precaution. It was also because he wanted to be able to examine him the following day and make his determination if the transplant had been successful. He had told me in private that, although the acid had damaged both the cornea and some of the outer surface of the eye, he thought he could work around those areas, especially when it came to stitching the new cornea into place. He didn't think the damaged areas would hinder Pat's vision in any other way or have any other negative impact on his regaining his sight.

It was suggested that Pat would be given a general anesthesia, because the doctor was afraid he might be uncomfortable with his eye being worked on and might move or jerk, causing other damage or complications. I concurred this was a wise precaution and Pat indicated he'd rather not be awake at the time anyway. Seeing we were all in agreement, a general anesthesia was used.

The surgery didn't take a great deal of time, as operations go, and the doctor came out to explain everything to me, once he had finished. He gave me a very detailed description of what had happened during the procedure and immediately assured me everything went according to plan. I was then allowed to sit beside Pat as he lay in the recovery area, and I held his hand to let him know I was there for him. The doctor also told me he would examine Pat again tomorrow morning, to determine how successful the operation had been, but was quick to add that he felt confident the transplant would take and Pat's situation would improve. I thanked him for all of his help and then asked him what types of problems we might have to be concerned about. The doctor responded in his typical, business-like manner.

"In addition to the slim chance this operation won't do what we expect it should, there is a 5 to 30% chance of rejection. In addition to that, we will still have to watch for any signs of infection, as well as bleeding, swelling, detachment of the cornea or the rare possibility of glaucoma. If any of these things do occur, we always have the option of attempting another transplant or doing other forms of corrective surgery, after we evaluate what additional effects these procedures might have. I just mention this so you are aware there are further possibilities for us to pursue, just in case there are any problems. I don't foresee such things happening, but it's better to be informed than to go blindly forward."

"How long before we know if we have to worry about any of those conditions popping up?"

"I should have a pretty good idea by the time I finish my examination of Pat tomorrow, although the glaucoma could show up at a later time," the doctor explained. "In addition to tomorrow's examination, I will require other follow up visits, so I can monitor his progress. There will be another visit at a much later date, when I take his stitches out, but that won't happen for several months."

"I understand and we'll be there whenever you need to see him. Are there any special things I'll need to get for him or do during that time?"

"For the first few days, he might be in some pain, so you'll need to give him something to ease his discomfort," he told me. "For the most part, over-the-counter pain medications will do the trick, such as acetaminophen or ibuprofen, but just give it to him when he asks for it and only enough to keep him comfortable. I will also be giving you drops to apply to his eyeball, but you must emphasize to him the importance that he refrain from rubbing his eye or putting any pressure against it, because that could cause damage at this point in time. I also suggest he wear safety glasses or protective goggles for a week or two, to keep any foreign objects from accidentally striking the eye and to help remind him to keep his hands from going there. That's about the extent of what you'll be required to do for him."

All of this sounded quite reasonable and less than I expected to have to do. It was also far less than what I was willing to do for him, to make it as easy on him as possible and ensure this venture is successful. Now, I just had to sit tight and wait for Pat to regain consciousness.

It was about an hour or so after he had been first brought into recovery before he started showing signs of coming to and eventually opened his eyes. I didn't notice this happening at first, as I was thumbing through a magazine at the time, but I heard a hoarse voice say something like, "Dad, I think I can see you." Immediately, tears came to my eyes and I placed my hand on his arm.

"You can really see me?" I asked, making sure I had heard him correctly.

"Not clearly, but enough to tell it was you and not someone else," he whispered, hoarsely.

"That's wonderful, but I didn't think it would happen this quickly," I confessed.

We talked for a while longer, until the doctor happened to come in to check on his patient. We immediately told him the news and he was very encouraged by it. "This is truly a good sign," he told Pat, "and I expect your vision will continue to improve slightly over the next few days. I'll be giving you an examination tomorrow, to see how well you are doing, but things are looking very hopeful at this point. I want you to rest for the remainder of the day, and not put any undue strain on that eye."

We both thanked him, especially Pat, who told him several times how grateful he was. Pat also mentioned that Dr. Bailey must be one fine doctor to accomplish something his other doctors thought was impossible, which caused his doctor to smile broadly and thank him for his compliment.

"I hope you realize," the physician began, "that none of this would have happened, nor would we have even met, if you hadn't acted so selflessly and focused on doing what you could to help others."

"I was just trying to open a window for the kids at the school," Pat responded, "and I guess God looked favorably on what I was attempting to do for others with handicaps and sent you to open this window for me."

Pat then went on to explain how he now had a better appreciation of his faith and that is what sustained him through this difficult period, since he'd lost his sight. After thinking about what he had said, he modified his statement slightly, by saying it was his faith AND his family that got him through the rough times, before going on to tell the doctor everything we had done for him, including how his brothers tried to experience what he was going through by being blind for a day. I think that small gesture had left an indelible impression on Pat and made him realize how much his brothers cared about him.

The doctor told Pat how impressed he was with everything Pat had just explained to him and then told Pat that he hoped he appreciated everything his brothers had done on his behalf. He also advised Pat he was very wise for his years and was smart to value both his faith and family, because those were the things he could always rely on. Dr. Bailey then explained that he also relied on his faith, but he also dealt with science and the rapid advancements being made, which some people felt were contradictory for a religious person. Pat's physician then went on to explain how he felt God guided those who were responsible for these advancements, which he interpreted to mean science and faith were not mutually exclusive of each other. His last comments gave us both something more to think about later.

Before the doctor left, he ordered Pat to be moved to a suitable room for the night, so it wasn't long before we were taken to a private room where Pat would stay until discharged the next day. The hospital staff had also placed one of those large, reclining chairs in the room for me, and left extra blankets and a pillow, so I would also be comfortable. It was more than I hoped for, as I anticipated I'd probably end up sleeping in one of the uncomfortable metal chairs visitors used, with my head resting on the foot of Pat's bed.

We hadn't been in the room very long before an orderly showed up with a meal for Pat. This reminded both of us that we hadn't eaten since the previous evening, so Pat readily acknowledged he was famished and began to eat his meal eagerly, although he did make a comment about having eaten better food before.

Although Pat had been advised in advance about the lasting effects of the anesthetic, which might cause him some queasiness in his stomach and make it difficult to keep his meals down, Pat was far too hungry to care about any of that right now. He just gobbled up everything in sight. While he was ravenously attacking his meal, I thought it would be a good time to go down to the cafeteria and get something for myself, so I advised Pat of my intentions. I told him I'd bring it back to the room, so he wouldn't have to be alone, and he stopped eating just long enough to respond.

After apologizing for not thinking about my needs, Pat told me it wasn't necessary for me to come back to the room to eat, if I didn't want to. He thought I might enjoy the change of scenery and stay down there or possibly even go out for a walk or something afterward, because he knew it wasn't easy being cooped like this for such a long time. I explained I was fine and none of that mattered to me at the moment. The only thing I was concerned about was his welfare and those other issues could be dealt with at a later time. In fact, I explained I'd feel much better being here with him, than chatting with someone I didn't know or walking around with no place to go. Therefore, I would be bringing my food back with me so I could spend more time with him.

Pat just smiled and replied that's what he thought I would say, so I went down to the cafeteria, got my food and returned to his room, so I could chat with him while I ate. I think he really appreciated the gesture, even though he never actually said anything more about what I had done.

The nurse came in a few times over the course of the evening, both to check on Pat and give him various shots, including his pain medications. After these injections, Pat would fall asleep shortly thereafter, as these meds were obviously being delivered by the sandman dressed in a nurse's outfit. I used these opportunities to catch a few winks myself, so I could be up with him when he awoke. We both got our sleep that night in 2 to 3 hour blocks.

Pat was really starving the next morning by the time his breakfast tray arrived. I went out again to get my own meal and then brought it back to his room to eat, so I could be with him. While I was eating, Pat asked me to turn on the television, which I had just paid for to entertain him during the remainder of his stay. This seemed really important to him and he admitted that watching the tube was one of the things he had missed the most during the time he couldn't see. Even though he never spent very much time in front of the television at home, oddly enough it was one of the things he'd felt deprived of. Therefore, I picked up the remote and handed it to him, so he could flip through the channels and find something he wanted to watch. He was almost giddy as he enjoyed this simple pleasure.

Later that afternoon, an orderly came in with a wheelchair and announced Pat had an appointment to keep. He then took him down several corridors, until he reached a small room filled with various apparatus that Doctor Bailey would use to examine him. I had walked down behind them, so I could keep abreast of what was going on.

When the doctor arrived, he came in and turned off the lights, before flipping on the small flashlight he would use to perform some simple tests and examine his work. When that had been completed, he asked Pat to do a collection of simple activities and then used another piece of equipment to determine how much vision my son had regained. He smiled at us when he finished his examination, so we knew the news was going to be good.

"He's doing fantastic and things are progressing as well as I could possibly expect," he told us. "I can only hope your situation will continue to improve even more over time."

After we thanked him again, he handed me a card with the date of Pat's next appointment written on it. Then he gave Pat a temporary pair of safety goggles to wear, before he sent us back to Pat's room to collect our things. While we were doing that, he took care of discharging Pat.

After getting everything ready, I left Pat and carried our belonging and extra articles out to the car, before pulling it up in front of the main entrance. Once I had put the car in park and turned off the ignition, I went up to the room to get Pat. We had to wait there a few more minutes before an orderly showed up with another wheelchair, but this time it was so we could go home. Pat looked like royalty being attended to by his entourage, as we made our way to the exit, and we were both extremely excited about the transformation that had taken place over the past 24 hours.

Pat was very quiet on the ride home, since he was busy checking out all the sights we passed along the way. His short stay in the world of total darkness had given him a new appreciation for the simple things around him, and now it seemed as though he didn't want to miss any of it, even the seemingly trivial items. Pat happily examined the rolling hills, as well as the beautiful greens and browns of the grasses and trees, and often acted as if this was the first time he had seen any of these things. He also studied all of the people and buildings we passed, astutely absorbing every detail before him, as if he needed to remember them for later use. He was enjoying every aspect of this trip, but nothing affected him more than when we approached our home or when all of his brothers raced out to greet him.

The boys were all quite shocked to discover his head wasn't bandaged and he could actually see them, figuring even if the operation was successful, it would take at least a few days before he would be able to see anything again. It was a very emotional reunion and I don't think there was a dry eye in the house.

After going inside, Pat filled them in about everything that had happened, and then spent the rest of the day talking, playing games, watching television and making up for lost time. Mark was also shocked to see Pat's situation when he came home, but was quick to remark that if anyone deserved such a miracle, Pat surely did for the unselfish way he dealt with his condition. Mark told him how impressed he had been with the way Pat had concentrated on helping others, rather than wallowing in self-pity over his own situation, and Pat thanked him for his kind words.

That evening, I had Pat sleep in the living room on the sofa bed, as I didn't want him to chance falling on the stairs and reversing the progress that had just been made. I then explained I would sleep on the floor next to him, since I didn't want to accidentally bump his head or eyes during the night. At first Pat objected to my doing so, but after we discussed my reasons, he finally agreed to this precaution. I told him we'd do it for a few days, until we were sure everything was healing properly, and then he could return to his own room, if he wished. He seemed satisfied with that response, so we went to sleep.

Sunday morning we went to church and the place was soon buzzing with the news of Pat's operation. The pastor even mentioned it in his announcements and praised God for helping one of his children. Pat was suddenly thrust into the position of 'celebrity de jour,' but since he had received so much attention already, he was uncomfortable in this role.

After services, the minister told him he was happy his window had opened, and Pat was happy to inform him it was only because we'd decided to try to open windows for others, since that's how we met the doctor who performed this minor miracle. Our pastor then responded that God often hears the prayers to help others, before recognizing those beseeching Him on their own behalf. He then went on to explain to Pat that by trying to help others who were also less fortunate, he had done Gods work, and it was someone else's prayers that had also been heard and answered, when God helped him. I don't think any of us would disagree with anything our pastor had just said.

After going home and changing into something more comfortable and less formal, we went to the Curtis residence for Jay's birthday party. We had been invited to his home and the boys were eager to help him celebrate turning sixteen, since they all felt close to him. After all, he was like another brother to each one of my sons and was with us nearly as much as he was with his own family, or so it seemed.

Other than our family, the only other people invited to this party were Jay's relatives, and we finally got to meet Jay's maternal grandparents. They live in California and were seldom able to travel like this, as they lived on a fixed income. However, they decided a sixteenth birthday party was a special occasion, so they dipped in to their limited resources and booked a flight. They were a lovely couple and it immediately became obvious which side of the family Jay had received his red hair and fair complexion from.

I spoke with both of his grandparents for quite a while and it was like we had known each other for years. Maybe it was a result of all the stories we had heard about each other from Jay over the years, since he did talk to them on the phone nearly every Sunday, when his mother called to check in with them. During that time, he'd had plenty of chances to tell him about the times we had spent together and the things he had done with us.

This party was more subdued than one of our parties, since Jay wasn't allowed to break away to entertain himself or the others by playing games outdoors. Instead, Jay was expected to spend all of his time making rounds from table to table, chatting with all of the adults and other guests. There was a certain amount of food provided, but not enough to be considered a meal. They had finger sandwiches, chips and dip, a vegetable tray and dip, cocktail wieners and cookie trays. My boys were very conscious about not overdoing it and watched how much they took, so by the end of the party they were teasing me to take them out to eat, as they were now starving. Before that happened, however, they did have a cake and ice cream, which seemed to tide them over for a little while longer, as we watched Jay open his presents.

We gave him several gifts from the family and Ricky presented him with a separate present, just from himself. Being polite hosts, Jay's parents informed us we didn't have to do so much for their son, and it certainly wasn't necessary on top of everything else we did for Jay. They told us we had already done more for him than they could ever repay us for and they were pleased Jay had such good friends and people he could count on at any time, for nearly anything. I told him we did those things because of what Jay meant to us, and there was no reason for them to think of it as any more than that. Jay's mother hugged me and kissed me on my cheek, and his father shook my hand and told me they hoped someday they could do something for us. It was their way of letting me know they felt indebted to us, even though they knew I wasn't expecting reciprocation.

After the party, we made our rounds and said our good-byes, and once we'd left, the boys made me take them over to McDonald's for something to tide them over, since it was now about halfway between lunch and dinnertime. The staff inside reacted about the same way they would have if a bus had just pulled into their lot, with its riders scurrying inside to eat. I must admit we probably were an imposing sight coming in together, with all of my hungry boys wanting to eat and demanding their food NOW. The staff did an impressive job taking care of us and helping the boys sate their hunger pangs, so we were soon heading home to rest and unwind.

Monday turned out to be a scorcher and one of the hottest days we'd had in quite some time. The boys were all moping around the house, too hot to want to do much of anything, as the air conditioning system was also on the fritz. If that wasn't bad enough, I also hadn't had time to open up the above ground pool, so going for a swim was not an alternative way to cool off either. I did suggest to them that they might want to open it themselves and I'd tell them what they needed to do, so they could take a dip later. Their response was that it was too hot today to do that now, but they'd do it early tomorrow, before the temperature skyrocketed again.

Unfortunately, the boys were only able to run around the house in shorts, since we hadn't been allowing any nudity with the Spences and Mark staying with us, as well as the numerous other guests who'd been coming in and out. However, I was willing to allow them limited nakedness during the day, as long as they kept upstairs and out of sight of the Spences, at least until the air conditioning problem was corrected. However, even though the Spences would be moving into their own place soon, the boys still wouldn't be able to resume their nudist practices, since Mark would be staying with us until August I wasn't sure how he would react to them being constantly nude. Therefore, I told my sons I expected them to wear either shorts or their underwear after their evening showers and on the weekends, at least for as long as Mark was with us.

In the end, it was Frankie who actually came up with the solution to their temporary problem. He told the boys he'd be happy to go out and take care of opening up the pool, if someone was willing to assist him. He also suggested they might feel better if they hosed each other down outside, while he got everything ready. Hearing his offer, the other boys felt guilty about not volunteering to do the work themselves, so they all went out to help get the pool ready, while the youngest ones gleefully hosed them down as they did so. Once the pool was operational, everyone began to feel better, and being hosed down while they worked not only cooled them off, but also helped to keep them going for the remainder of the day.

The next morning we all got up fairly early, because we had promised John and Margaret to help them move the rest of their belongings down to their new home. They had signed the papers the previous afternoon and received the keys to the place, so they were anxious to move in and give me back my bedroom. I think they were also ready to get to a cooler location, since our A/C was still on the fritz, but I couldn't blame them.

They apologized for inconveniencing me for so long, but I insisted they hadn't. I told them I had slept fine and their company more than made up for anything else. They thanked me again, and this time for also finding the house for them too, while explaining they never thought they'd be lucky enough to find a place right next door. They were excited about being able to see the boys whenever they wanted.

"You might come to regret having such noisy and rambunctious neighbors," I joked with them.

However, Margaret immediately quipped back, "With our hearing and vision, we'll probably never even notice."

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