Date: Sat, 12 May 2007 23:55:36 +0000 (GMT)
From: Nathan Me <nathan7new@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: James 39

'James' by Nathan

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James: Chapter 39

James had never cried so much. Tom sat with him most of the afternoon,
hugging him, much to Mrs Daniels disgust. The problem was, for some absurd
reason, the police seemed to have got the idea it was her fault that
dreadful child had fallen in to the river. Each of the children had been
interviewed briefly. The centre staff and the school staff had been
interviewed for longer. James had now been interviewed twice.  The first
time he hadn't remembered much as he was still in shock, the second time
was at the police station. He and Alan Spiller, both physically tired and
emotionally very, very weary, sat waiting for the officers to come back
into the interview room.  Alan placed a fatherly had on James shoulder and
patted it a couple of times. He couldn't believe how unfair life could be
to some people. This child had lost his mother, spent time sleeping rough,
been raped and abused and now lost his best friend. It hadn't escaped his
notice how close the boys, but especially James, had got to Tom and under
the circumstances, it was good that the boy had someone he felt he could
relate to. The officers came in and sat down opposite them.

"I'm PC Thompson and this is Sergeant Banks," a tall overweight man in
police uniform said. Had the situation not been so sombre, Alan might have
commented on the fact that PC Thompson looked every bit like the Laughing
Policeman, with his generous waist, rosy cheeks and wide smile.  "I'm sorry
to drag you in again James, but as you were closest to Sam, it is very
important we get as much down as we can."  "Ok," James said, his face red
and drawn.  "Ok, then. Tell me again what you remember and I'll ask if I
need anything clearer.  You were all hitched to the rope, take it from
there."  "Well, the path was really narrow and the river was fast so we all
had to be on the rope for safety, but when we stopped, we saw Mrs Daniels
unhook herself, so Sam and I thought it was ok. We both unhooked the thingy
and sat down or stood waiting.  I think Scott was talking, but we couldn't
hear him 'cause of the river and other people talking. When we started
again the path was even narrower and we were going really slow."  "Did you,
Sam or Mrs Daniels re-hitch to the safety rope when you started out again?"
"No, I didn't and Sam didn't, but I don't know about her. I don't think she
did."  "When you undid yours, had she told you that you could?"  "No. We
just saw her do it and so we thought it was ok."  "Did she see that you
weren't connected to the safety rope?"  "I don't know. She might have, but
I don't know."  "Who was behind you?"  "Dean and then Chris and then Tom."
"Did any of them unhitch from the safety rope?"  "No."  "Did any of them
see you and Sam had?"  "I don't think so."  "Ok. What happened then?"

"The path got so narrow that really, you were just moving from one rock
ledge to another, stepping over the gaps. You had to keep looking down to
see where to put your feet. I was facing the rock, my belly right up
against it most of the time and I just followed Sam, moving from one
foothold to the next. Then I hear Sam shout, "Don't push me," and I look up
just as he is falling back into the river. All I can think is that I have
to grab him, so I reach out and grab his coat, but he is too far over
already and I just fall in the river with him."  "Are you sure you heard
him right?"  "Yes."  "He said, "Don't push me"?"  "Yes."  "Did you push
him?"  "No!" James answered, horrified at the thought.  "Who do you think
he was talking to?"  "Er, Mrs Daniels. It had to be. There was no one else
near him."  "Did you see Mrs Daniels push Sam?"  "No."  "You're sure? Think
carefully."  "Er, no."  "You're sure you didn't see or hear anything else?"
"Officer Thompson, I think James is quite clear. I wouldn't want him to say
something he felt he was under pressure to say." Mr Spiller said, staring
with a raised eyebrow at the officer.  "Of course not, Mr Spiller, but we
need to be very clear about this point. I am sure you are aware that in a
case as serious as this, the school, the centre and even Mrs Daniels
herself are all liable if there is any possibility of negligence." Sergeant
Banks said, speaking for the first time.  "I do realise that, Sergeant."
"Is there anything else you want to tell us James?"  The boy sat for a
moment, trying to decide if he really wanted to bring up the previous days
conflict between Sam and Mrs Daniels.  "Yes. Yesterday we went rock
climbing and Sam and Mrs Daniels had an argument about some girls she
killed."  "She killed?" Officer Thompson asked.  "Well, she was responsible
for them dying and Sam knew about it and they argued and she called us
names."

He described in detail the previous days events. As the officers listened,
coupled with the other statements they had heard and the fact that Mrs
Daniels really did seem to have a grudge against the school for some
reason, a picture had started to emerge. She was here not just in an
official capacity, but to muck rake, to find something she could use
against the school. However, she had herself become the problem and
directly or indirectly caused the boys death. They got James to sign his
statement and let them return to the Centre. James ran to Tom. Tom looked
over at Allan and he just nodded.  Right now, it was important for the
child to feel supported and if he wanted to be with Tom, then that was Ok
with him. Allan had been impressed with Tom and the more he saw, the more
he like him. Saving Danny and now James, Tom was quite the hero to the
children too.

The drive back to the School was quiet. Mrs Daniels was not with them
either. She had stayed back to help the police with their inquiries. As
yet, she hadn't been charged with anything, but that didn't mean she
wouldn't. Tom spent the rest of the day with Dean, Chris, Danny and
James. They sat in one of the common rooms watching the TV until
bedtime. James had just picked at his dinner, so Tom had asked the kitchen
to make him a sandwich, which he left, wrapped in cling-film, in case James
got hungry later that night. When Tom left, James stripped off and sat on
his bed staring at Sam's. He couldn't bear being in the empty room alone,
so he pulled on a robe, grabbed his towel and headed for the showers. He
walked though the door, turned left into the shower area and heard a shower
already going. Looking up he saw Chris standing there, naked, leaning
against the wall with his eyes closed. He obviously hadn't heard James come
in. James stood and watched the water ripple down over the boy's body. A
couple of months ago, this would have had absolutely no effect on him
whatsoever, but as he stood looking at Chris, he felt his dick stiffen.
His eyes followed the water from Chris's hair, over his nose, lips and
chin, down the boy's firm chest and over the slight bulge of his tummy to
his groin, where it split, part flowing over his smooth legs and part
following his soft dick and spiralling off the end. For the first time,
James notices a few dark hairs clustered at the base of the boy's
penis. James himself had recently found his first two thick pubic hairs and
proudly shown them off to Sam. Sam! James stood and tears flowed freely
down his cheeks.

Chris heard sobs and opened his eyes. James was standing there in the
middle of the shower room in a white towel robe and slippers, crying. Chris
stepped out of the warm flow of the shower and embraced his friend. He too
was missing Sam. Sam had been like a brother to Chris and Danny and now he
was gone. It was difficult to accept they would never see him again. James'
head fell on his shoulder and they stood, holding each other, crying
together. After a few moments, Chris slid his hands inside James' robe and
slipped it off his shoulders, letting it slide to the ground. His hand s
followed it, sliding over the soft skin, down James' back to his buttocks
and then round till he found the boy's hands. He took them both and led
James into the shower.  They stood close together, under the warm
reassuring flow of the water. As it fell on their shoulders, it helped to
relax them and once again they fell into each other's arms.  Chris pulled
his head back to look at James. It seemed so long ago that they had met in
the cinema. He leaned in and planted a gentle kiss on James' lips, then
pulled back a little. He was still very unsure how ok this was, but it was
what he knew. His gut churned with guilt, but he too needed comfort and
here was James, also needing this intimacy. How could it be so wrong if
they both wanted it? He reached down and grasped James' hardening shaft. It
grew in his grasp as he slowly forced the skin back and forth.

James so wanted to be close to someone. He didn't want to be alone and here
Chris was, willing to be close. As Chris massaged his dick, he pulled the
boy's face closer and kissed him back. He reached down and took Chris's
dick in his hand and pulled gently. He ran his fingers round to the ball
sack that hung below the boy's dick.  Maybe it was the hot water, but it
seemed to hang lower and the balls seemed much bigger than James
remembered. Maybe they were just both growing up. He fondled the sack and
ran the balls through his hand. He kissed Chris again, but this time Chris
let his lips part and James' tongue entered the dark warmth and explored
the perfect white teeth. He let his other hand rub the small of Chris's
back, where a soft down of light hair tickled his fingers. Their torsos,
tight and firm, rubbed against each other as the passion increased. The
kissing became more fervent and the boys were lost in each other. Chris
slid down and took James' hard dick in his mouth. He slid back and forth,
slow at first and then faster and faster. He went right down to the base,
forcing the full length deep into his mouth. His hands explored James'
butt. He parted the cheeks and fingered the tight puckered hole. James
tensed a little at first, but slow patience won out and after a while,
James relaxed and let the finger explore him.  Eventually he pulled Chris
up and went down on him. He sucked on the pole and felt it stiffen in his
mouth. Not only had Chris got his first cluster of hairs, but his dick, now
fully erect, must have been almost an inch longer than James
remembered. The boys masturbated each other until they came. Chris shot out
several small spurts of creamy off-white cum. James came a couple of
minutes later. His cum was still almost clear, but was definitely
increasing in volume. Then boys both sank to the floor, spent. They let the
water wash over them, removing the last drops of cum that had hit each
other's legs. They sat, legs stretched out, shoulder to shoulder and felt
better for each other's company.

It must have been five or even ten minutes later when Big Tony came in for
a shower and found them both there. At first, as they both had their eyes
closed, he thought they were asleep, but when they heard him undressing,
they both shot up, embarrassed, and startled him too. They stood, waiting
for comment or criticism, but none came. He smiled at them and ruffled
Chris's hair as he stepped into the shower diagonally across from them. As
he passed, both boys couldn't help but stare at the big, no, huge dick
waving around in front of them, and it was still soft! Tony laughed as he
saw their mouths drop.  "Sorry, boys. That one's just for the girls."  They
blushed and flustered, mumbled apologises and excuses. Tony couldn't help
laughing at their embarrassment. He began to lather up and seemed to take
great pleasure in taking time to lather his growing tool and balls. Despite
his assertion that it was just for the girls, as they stood and watched, it
grew to nine or maybe even ten inches and, boy, was it thick! They were
both hard again, but weren't going to do anything about it in front of
Tony, so they towelled off, donned their robes and left him in peace. Tony
was used to the attention, from both boys and girls and his nickname wasn't
just about his height and the width of his shoulders. They retreated to
Chris and Danny's bedroom and as Danny was already asleep, James joined
Chris naked in his bed and set about dealing with their still erect dicks.

After Tom said his goodbyes, he had gone down to Alan's office. He wasn't
there. He walked round to the main office and the duty staff told him Alan
was in with Mr Chester. They buzzed the headmaster and told Tom to go
through.  "Tom, I'm proud of you, young man." Mr Chester said. "You and the
children have been through hell today, but not only did you save young
James, you came back here and have been here all evening, comforting him
and his friends too."  "I don't feel like..."  "Of course you don't. What
happened to Sam was tragic, awful and no one says otherwise, but it wasn't
your fault and your response has been admirable. I'm proud to have you
working with us."  "Can I come back tomorrow?"  "Well, you have work and
the children will be in lessons, but..."  "I don't think I'll be going in
tomorrow. Why will the boys be made to go to lessons?"  "It is important
that they don't focus only on Sam's death. Mr Spiller and his staff will
walk them slowly through the grieving process, but they need other parts of
their lives to provide continuity and normality. Normality can be very
reassuring. The teachers will make allowances for lapses in concentration
and if it gets too much for any child, then they will be excused and one of
Alan's team will be there for them."  "Ok."  "But if you want to come back
tomorrow evening, then I am sure neither Allan nor I would object." He
glanced over at Allan Spiller.  "Of course. That would be fine." Alan
agreed.  "Ok then. I'll come over after they have finished their lessons."

And that became a pattern. For the next few weeks, on Monday and Wednesday
evenings, after he finished work, Tom made his way over to the school and
spent time helping James and the others with homework or played with them
in the common room. Each weekend he spent not just the Friday and Saturday
there, but was often seen around on Sundays too. He took the boys swimming,
shopping and on short hikes. He bought a bike and went cycling with
them. No one forgot Sam. He was a frequent topic of their conversations,
but as time passed, so did the knot in the gut every time his name was
mentioned. The funeral helped with that too. As time passed, Tom began to
take James out more and more, just the two of them. It didn't go unnoticed,
but the school trusted Tom and when his complete CRB check had finally come
through, it had raised no concerns whatsoever. Alan wasn't surprised when
Tom started asking him about what he would have to do to foster James. They
set to work making sure Tom knew exactly what was involved and started the
application process, but said nothing to the boy in case it all came to
nothing. For some reason, the initial request received no answer
whatsoever, so they chased up the paperwork and soon discovered what the
problem was, or rather who it was.

Mrs Daniels was suspended pending a full investigation by the
department. As James hadn't actually seen her push Sam, the CPS decided
there was insufficient evidence to bring a prosecution. Her superiors,
however, now had to take notice of the fact that she really was not suited
to be head of her department and may not be suited to be a social worker at
all. However, as in many bureaucracies, no one really wants to take
responsibility for the less than pleasant duties. No one had the guts to
just sack her, so she was demoted and placed on six months work probation
and retraining. The Health and Safety Executive, a Government Authority,
also decided to look into the accident and that investigation hung like a
cloud for almost a year before they found that neither the school nor the
Centre had been negligent. They criticised Mrs Daniels, but also decided
not to prosecute anyone. In light of their findings, they issued yet
another set of safety guidelines that were later criticised by both Head
Teachers and Government Ministers as too restrictive, spoiling all the fun
that children should be allowed to have.

When she received Tom's application to become a foster parent, she just
dumped it in the waste paper bin. No way was she going to let that
happen. However, when her new boss received the follow up call from Allan
Spiller, Mrs Daniels said she had no idea where the application was. A
duplicate set of papers were sent out and this time, her boss, fully aware
of her history with Tom and the school, handled the application
herself. Although Tom was a young man, his CRB check was ok, his references
were excellent: his boss, Mr Chester and Allan Spiller at the school and
several character references, including one by a young lady called Sara
Rousseau who seemed to be a close friend, possibly a girl friend, she
thought to herself, although that certainly wasn't claimed in the
letter. He had now been working as a volunteer at the school for several
months and was, by all accounts, doing extremely well there too. It used to
be unusual to grant an application from a single person and a single male
wouldn't have stood a chance, but there were now so many children
desperately needing placements and so few willing to take them that anyone
was now considered seriously. She personally visited Tom's now finished
luxury apartment in Great Portland Street and wished Tom would foster
her. The bedroom Tom was proposing to give the boy was bigger than most
people's living rooms and had it's own en-suite shower and toilet.  Tom
also had the financial means to give the boy a superior life. Foster carers
got a small monthly Government payment, but nothing near what was really
needed to raise a child. She checked out the local schools too, but Tom
proposed sending James to a prestigious private day school. He certainly
had the money, if that was what he really wanted to do. All in all, she
suspected that this was one of those situations where after a year or so
and all the normal assessments had passed, Tom would probably apply to
adopt James. She couldn't see any real problem with that either. She passed
the fostering application.

More to come...