Date: Fri, 23 Dec 2005 20:05:29 +0100
From: Harry Anders <harry@harryanders.com>
Subject: Little-Harrys-Life-5

This is the sequel from my first book 'Little Harry', and I strongly
commend you to read book one first! Thus you will enjoy book two even
more. You may find book one on Nifty, or you may visit my new SITE:
http://www.harryanders.com and read the elaborated book from there
(recommended!).

'Little Harry's Life'  >by Harry AnderS, the author of 'Little Harry'<


Chapter 5. Living with Jack, a nightmare, and be proud!

I clamped my arms around Jack's forehead, and let my legs freely
swing. Together we climbed the porch, where he put me down and searched for
the keys in his pockets.

Suddenly he looked at me, a bit ashamed:

"I think I forgot to take the keys with me... what shall we do now?"

"Do not know... in mountains never have keys. Always open door... Go second
door, or window open?"

Together we walked around the house and tried to open the back door. Alas,
it was locked. We looked at all the windows, but they were closed too. I
scrambled under the porch to look for a hatch, but in vain. The house was
hermetically closed. What now?

We went back to John's house, where Trudy and the children started to
laugh:

"You will have to smash a window, or call a locksmith..."

"Then I will smash the smallest window at the back of the house, and let
one of the boys climb in to open the front door."

In procession we went to Jack's... oops, to OUR house now, and entered the
backyard. Oops, OUR backyard now.

John grinned, and lifted a big pebble from the ground:

"Shall I?"

Jack nodded, a bit hesitantly, and John threw the pebble against the
glass. He made a lot of noise, but nothing happened. John looked a bit
surprised, took the pebble, and threw it again with all his force. With a
loud clank the window shattered into pieces.

Everybody cheered while Jack painstakingly removed the remaining glass from
the window frame, and beckoned me to climb in. He lifted me into the
opening, and with a proud face I climbed in and jumped to the floor on the
other side. I went to the front door to open it, while the others rushed
around the house. Still cheering they entered the now open front door and
slapped my shoulders.

Jack offered them a glass of lemonade, and after a few minutes they went
home, to resume their chores.

Jack and I went outside with a cardboard box, to gather the glass from the
backyard ground:

"Be careful not to cut yourself! Those pieces of glass can be very sharp."

I nodded, and let him do the too dangerous pieces. We emptied the box into
a container, and went inside to call a glazier. Fortunately he could help
us the same day; and two hours later he had replaced the window.

Jack looked thoughtful and rummaged in a drawer from where he returned with
a spare backdoor key:

"What do you think, Harry, shall we put a spare key outside somewhere?"

"That good idea! And if you not home, I can enter."

Jack looked for a hammer and a nail, and together we chose the best place
to put the spare key, hidden in a dense bush next to the house.

"That good place! Nobody can see, and only you and I know."

Jack laughed, ruffled my hair, and together we entered the house to wash
our hands.

Suddenly I felt John's energy around, obviously planning to visit us:

"There John!"

Ten seconds later the doorbell rang, and I rushed to the front door to let
John in. We were happy to see each other, and threw our arms around each
other's shoulders, both grinning.

Together we entered the living room, where Jack sat on the couch with a
stunned expression on his face:

"How did you know John was at the front door?"

I shrugged my shoulders. Those things were quite normal to me, and my
parents were already used to it since I started to talk. My
parents... suddenly a wave of sadness overtook me, and I started to sob.

Jack looked a bit ashamed, and took me onto his lap:

"Sorry, my little friend, I shouldn't have asked that?"

"Is not you! But... I think 'mom and dad', and now I very sad."

John put his arm around my shoulders from the other side; and we cuddled
for a while, until I felt a bit better. John went to the kitchen to get a
packet of tissues, and carefully dried my eyes.

"I sad because mom and dad, but now I happy because new dad and big
brother!"

John had to be home before dinner, and Jack and I cooked a healthy meal in
the kitchen, working together. I tried to teach him a few of the cooking
things I knew, but many times I couldn't find the right words, and that
frustrated me. However the meal tasted excellent, and we washed the cutlery
together. Jack showed me where to put everything away.

We went to the living room, where we both sat down on the leather couch:

"I want you teach me speak good. Please tell every time I do error..."

"That could be very annoying after a while! You are sure you want me to
correct you every time you're making an error?"

"Yes, I sure!"

"Yes, I AM sure."

"What 'am'?"

"What IS 'am'... The words 'Am' and 'is' are put in between some other
words, to explain you are DOING something."

"Oh... but I DO sure... why put 'am'?"

"That's how our language works... you will understand soon. Just keep
trying to get the feeling of it."

"Our language different! We not use much words in mountains. Say 'I sure'
tells what I mean. Why say more words?"

At first Jack looked a bit surprised, but then he started to laugh:

"You are a very intelligent boy, do you know that? I think you will learn
how to speak our language very soon."

"Now I tired... oh no, now I IS tired. No... I AM tired, yes?"

"CORRECT! See, you are going to understand our language rules within a very
short time. Let's go upstairs."

The last time I was upstairs with Jack, gathering second-hand clothes, I
had seen the hallway closet and his sleeping room. Now we entered a huge
bathroom, with a shower stall and a drawer cabinet. That looked far better
than the small shower we had to use in our caravan! Only our waterfall in
the mountains could compete with it.

I put my arms into the air; and Jack helped me undress, as he had done many
times before in the hospital. He pointed to the taps, and asked me to
adjust the water temperature. When I turned around, he was still waiting
for me. He took the soap and started to lather me up.

Why didn't he join me in the shower? That could be a lot easier for both of
us...

"You undress and step in, wash other, is easier!"

Jack looked at me in a strange way, as if he was ashamed of something...

"Are you sure? You want me to undress and join you?"

"Of course, silly! Shower good place for you wash me and I wash you."

Jack hesitated for quite a while. Why did he hesitate? Did I do something
wrong?

"What... problem? I wrong something? Sorry, I DO wrong something?"

"No, you don't do anything wrong. It's just that... well, in our country
people don't exactly approve of grown-ups showering together with little
children they are not related to. They could put me in jail for 'improper
behaviour' for a long time."

"That crazy! Dad tell me same shit with naked. I naked, dad go prison! I
think gadjo people are... funny?"

"Okay, let's use the word 'funny' to describe it. I will join you, but only
if you promise me to never tell it to anybody, even your best friends."

"I promise, but John VERY best friend! I trust John."

"And I trust John too! He's a wonderful boy, with a lot of love in his
heart."

"I... I... what word? Oh yeah, I 'agree'. I love John. He... like you!"

Jack bashfully looked away, quickly undressed, and threw his clothes
somewhere into a corner.

He stepped next to me under the water stream, and I threw my arms around
his waist. That felt very good, as if I was with my father or with
Michail. I closed my eyes, and savoured the nice feeling. When I opened
them again, I started to laugh. We both got a stiffy from the nice
feelings, just like my father or Michail got a stiffy sometimes. The boys
always teased the grown-ups with it, and the grown-ups scolded back.

I pointed at Jack's enormous stiffy and grinned:

"You nice stiffy. Careful, to not poke my eye!"

Jack coloured a deep red, and turned around. I was surprised... why did he
respond so strangely to my little joke? Did I do something wrong?

After a while Jack turned back, but his stiffy was gone now. He got the
soap, and started to lather me up in silence. He washed me everywhere,
being very careful to not hurt my scars, shampooed my hair, and rinsed me
off.

Now it was my turn. I took the soap, and started to lather his stomach.

He looked shocked, and tried to push me away:

"You don't have to do that!"

"But... in mountains always wash other. Dad wash me and I wash dad. Michail
wash me and I wash Michail..."

"Okay, since you are really used to it..."

"Yes, I used to it. Now turn back to me and sit."

I washed Jack's back, and had him turn around to wash his chest. I
shampooed his hair and rinsed it. I had him stand up and washed his bum,
his belly, his big pecker, and his legs and feet. All the time he looked
funny, as if he didn't know how to react. He still coloured that deep
red...

We left the shower in silence, and he got a towel and carefully dried me
everywhere. Of course now I got a towel too, and started to dry him.

Again he looked very funny when I dried his bum and pecker. Why? I didn't
understand. What was the difference between one wet part of his body and
another wet part of it? I decided to ask him about those things when I
would be able to speak the language a bit better...

Jack rummaged in the drawers, and returned with a way too big T-shirt:

"Here, I don't have a night suit for you, but maybe you could wear this
tonight?"

"I never wear night suit. Always sleep in birthday suit. All children in
mountains do. Only police officers not believe me."

Again he looked very unsure, and I thought maybe he wasn't used to having
young children around:

"You not know how put children to bed? I help you!"

Suddenly he started to laugh, and lifted me high into the air:

"You are one very special boy! Come on; let's have a look at your new
room!"

Together we went to another room, and he beckoned me to open the door. The
room held a bed with blankets in nice colours, a closet with a couple of
drawers, a wooden desk, a small table, and two chairs. I immediately liked
the room that felt cosy and welcoming.

"This ought to be the spare room, but I hoped you would come to live here
so I've bought a few things in advance. Do you like the room?"

Did I like the room? I LOVED it! It was so much better than the small den I
was used to in our caravan...

"Yes, I like room! Sorry, I like THE room! Room says 'welcome' to me."

"Okay, from now on this will be your own room, and all the things in it are
yours. Tomorrow we will go downtown to buy you lots of nice clothes and
other things you need. Now I will put you to bed, and you are going to
sleep deeply and soundly."

"What 'soundly'? Oh... sorry, what IS soundly?"

"'Soundly' means that you will have a healthy and refreshing sleep."

"Thank. Oh no, thank YOU."

"You're a fast learner!"

"Thank you again!"

I jumped under the blankets, and he kissed my forehead. I took his head in
my hands, and kissed him full on the lips:

"You my DAD now! Sorry, you ARE my dad now. And I DO love you."

He choked up, and looked at me for a long time with tears in his eyes,
until I closed my eyes and drifted off. I LOVED my new dad!


The room was dark and spooky. Everywhere I looked I saw moving shadows. I
didn't feel at ease, and tried to hide myself below the blankets. Were they
looking for me? Maybe they wanted to feel me up, or abuse me? My heart
started to pound in my chest; and I tried to scream, but no sound came
out. What were they up to? Would they pay me for it?

One of the shadows moved neared, and looked at me with his mean yellowish
eyes:

"We will burn you to death, because we don't like gypsies."

He threw a burning match at me, and suddenly the room was on
fire. Everywhere I looked were blazing flames, grinning at me and moving
nearer and nearer. Now they were on my bed, trying to burn me to death
because they didn't like us gypsies...

I screamed at the top of my lungs, and desperately fought the flames that
now were everywhere around me. I could feel their arms, trying to pull me
out of the bed, and I pummelled them with all my force, using my fists and
my feet, kicking them wherever I could kick them.

Now the arms tried to enclose me, and I could hear their voice, a soothing
voice that tried to calm me down:

"Harry, wake up! You are safe now. Nothing will happen to you. Calm down,
open your eyes, and look at me..."

Slowly I opened my eyes, squinting at the worried face of Jack. I stretched
my arms out, and he took me into his safe arms, tenderly and
soothingly. Now everything was okay, nobody could harm me anymore, as he
would protect me with his own life. He was my second dad.

"Are you okay now, my little friend? Did you have a nightmare?"

"What 'nightmare'? Sorry, what IS nightmare?"

"A nightmare is a bad dream. Did you have a bad dream?"

"Yes, shadow put room on fire, to burn us gypsies to death..."

"Is the shadow gone now? Now you are going back to sleep. Everything is
safe now. Just close your eyes..."

"I want sleep with you! You protect me with life. I feel safe with you. You
my second dad."

"But... I don't think that's a good idea. What would society think of me?
Besides that, I'm naked, because I forgot to put on a night suit when I
went to bed. I am used to sleeping in the nude. I will have to put on
something first..."

"Society crazy! Children NEED grown-up for safety, can't do without! I need
you... and think you need me too... please?"

Jack carried me to his bed, and tenderly laid me down between the
blankets. He tried to get something to put on, but I wouldn't let him go
and clamped my arms around him. After a while he gave up, shifted between
the blankets, and took me in his arms. With a deep sigh I let myself melt
into his powerful aura. Now I felt totally safe, and with a contented smile
on my face I drifted off into a deep and sound sleep.

I woke up from the sun shining through a crack in the curtains. The birds
were singing outside, while Jack was snoring softly, having me in his
arms. I lifted his arms, carefully so as not to wake him up, and crawled
onto his chest. There I looked at his face, that I loved so much. I
couldn't control myself, and tenderly kissed his lips. That was funny,
because he stirred and started to lick his lips. Again I kissed his lips,
and now he started to mumble and mutter. He opened his eyes, and stared
into mine with a surprised look.

A beautiful smile lighted his face, while he threw his arms around me:

"Hi, my little friend! Did you sleep well in my bed?"

"Yes, I love sleeping in you bed. I will sleep in you bed always!"

"It's 'in youR bed'... And I don't know... what do you have your own bed
for?"

"To sleep in when you not home. When you home, I sleep with you!"

I let myself completely melt into him, with my nose in his left armpit. I
loved the strong manly odour of it; it made me feel even safer. My father
always teased me with it, telling me I loved 'stinky old men'. I didn't
think it was stinking, just smelling a bit strong, and I liked it.

I grinned when I felt his big pecker prick into my little sack, put my hand
in between us, and moved it a bit so that it nicely was in the
crevice. That felt better! My father mostly did this himself when he got a
stiffy with me on his stomach. My own stiffy now nicely poked into Jack's
belly button.

We cuddled for quite a while; both of us savouring our precious love and
trust, and being unwillingly to leave the bed.

Suddenly I felt John, obviously planning to visit us:

"There John!"

I jumped out of the bed without thinking, and went downstairs to open the
front door. Ten seconds later the doorbell rang, and at the same moment I
opened the door. John looked at me, and his face got a shocked
expression. He opened his mouth, and closed it again. Slowly he entered the
house, still being severely shocked and a bit trembling, and I closed the
door behind us.

I threw my arms around him, and now he woke up a bit, throwing his arms
around me:

"My little brother, what have they done to you... You are horribly burnt
all over your body! I don't know what to say..."

Now I understood why he was so shocked. He had only seen my face, and this
was the first time he saw the rest of my body.

"Come, let go upstairs. Jack in sleeping room, waiting..."

I rushed upstairs, closely followed by John who looked at my so scarred
back and little bum with horror in his eyes.

We entered Jack's bedroom, where Jack sat down on a corner of the bed,
trying to hide his nakedness with both hands. Obviously he hadn't expected
our coming upstairs. He coloured a deep red, and to my surprise John also
coloured and bashfully looked away. What was the problem?

"Why you colour in face? Never saw bedroom?"

"Never saw bedroom? No, that isn't what I am ashamed of. But both of you
are NAKED! That's why my face is colouring red."

"But... you never saw brother naked, or dad? I not understand..."

John looked at me with a questioning face. Slowly his eyes went to Jack,
who suddenly seemed to understand something and removed his hands from his
groin. He looked at me, and scraped his throat:

"I think Harry is used to be naked all day in the mountains where he came
from. I also think even the grown-ups there don't have any problems with
being in the nude when there are children around. Am I correct?"

"You correct! In mountains naked is NORMAL. Only wear clothes when cold, or
go town. Sorry, go TO town. I think gadjo's VERY crazy!"

We all started to laugh now, and the tension vanished. Jack stood up,
without covering himself:

"Well, when this little boy doesn't have any problems with our being naked,
why should I? But, John, please don't tell this to anybody! They could put
me into jail for a long time, for exposing myself or displaying improper
behaviour."

"I will NEVER tell our private things to anybody else! You can absolutely
trust me."

"I know, and thank you! I think you are a wonderful boy, and we both like
you very much."

John went to Jack, and shamelessly put his arms around Jack's naked body:

"I like you too, and I wish YOU could be my dad..."

Jack went a bit pale, and didn't know what to say. He put his arms around
John and they both cuddled, until I joined them to have my share.

John went downstairs to prepare breakfast, while Jack and I joined the
shower. This time Jack let me wash him all over without any protest.

Suddenly I saw a nasty bruise on his left thigh:

"What bruise there? How come?"

"Well... tonight I heard you moaning in your bedroom, so I had a look at
you. You were trashing around, obviously having a bad dream. I tried to
pull you into my arms, but you started to fight and kick me, screaming and
trying to get away..."

"Oh... I sorry! No, I AM sorry!"

"No problem. I know you didn't do it on purpose."

We dried each other everywhere, and went to our bedrooms to dress
neatly. Jack lifted me onto his shoulders, and together we descended the
stairs and entered the kitchen, where he put me down onto a chair.

John had prepared boiled eggs and toast, and Jack poured us a glass of
juice and brewed himself a cup of coffee. Of course I had to put a little
bit of something tasty onto the eggs, and they both liked the new taste
very much.

After the meal John and I cleaned the cutlery, while Jack made a
provisional list of all the things to buy. John rushed to his house to tell
his mother he would join us downtown, while Jack and I went to his
car. Oops, to OUR car now. Soon John joined us, and we drove off. That felt
good, going to shop together and look at all the nice things in an unknown
gadjo town!

We went to a nearby town, where we parked our car in a big parking
lot. Jack took my left hand and John took my right hand, and together we
walked to a boy's boutique; stared at by lots of people who looked at me as
if I was a green alien with antennas on my head or such...

Suddenly I realized: they stared at my devastated face! I had totally
forgotten about it... I tried to disappear into the ground, but Jack and
John dragged me to the shop and we went through the sliding door.

The next hour was the most humiliating hour of my life. Everybody stared at
me, one of the saleswomen fainted, John attacked two bigger boys who called
me a 'freak' and an 'alien', Jack went berserk and yelled at the people who
stared at me, and I tried to completely disappear into nowhere and started
to cry from shame and desperation. At last a raging John got the keys and
took me to our car, while Jack tried to act normal and buy the extra
clothes and underwear I needed so badly.

We drove off in silence, me still sobbing in John's protective arms. I felt
so humiliated and ashamed of myself! I decided to nevermore let other
people see my freaky alien face or my creepy body, and to always stay home
for the rest of my life.

We entered our driveway, and I waited until Jack opened the front
door. Then I left the car and used my hands to hide my face, afraid that
people might see me and call me names again. In silence we entered our
house, and I went to the living room and slumped down onto the couch.

Jack sat down next to me, and tenderly took me into his arms:

"Listen to me, my little friend. I know this was a humiliating experience,
and I shouldn't have exposed you to it. I'm very sorry, but I didn't
realize people would behave that badly... Now I'm ashamed to be a human
being myself...

"BUT... please realize that it is not how you look that's the most
important thing. The most importing thing is who you ARE. You are a
wonderful boy full of love, you are very intelligent, you are a powerful
leader who certainly will change the world when you are grown up. I can see
it in your eyes, and even feel it around you. You have a task to fulfil in
this life. Please be always PROUD of yourself, even when people laugh at
you or call you names. Never be an underdog, but always look them straight
into their eyes. Will you promise me to be proud of yourself, always?"

I looked up, and saw tears in his deep brown eyes. Was he right? Could I
believe him? I nodded, and buried my face in his chest.

Jack went to the kitchen, and returned with a wet cloth filled with ice
cubes. Now I saw that John had a black eye and a bruised cheek. Goodness,
my dear friend had been fighting two bigger boys because of ME? I hugged
him, careful not to hit his bruise.

He hugged me back, grinning bashfully:

"Hey, little brother, did you hear Jack's words? Be PROUD of yourself,
always! And you can leave the fighting to us..."

"Sorry, John, I can't help being freaky alien..."

"You are NOT! Don't ever use those words again! You're my brother, you're
Jack's boy, and you're a wonderful human being."

"But I look terribly! Everybody stares, and calls me alien..."

"Don't let them put you down. YOU know who you really are. It's THEIR miss
they don't see that."

"Thank, big brother. I try, and you help me..."

I helped John putting the ice cubes onto his bruises, and loved him with
all my heart! My big brother...


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A few excerpts from all the nice emails you've sent me:

* I have gone to your new web site which is AWESOME. The music is very
kewl. It's all your fault I was up until 0200 reading!

* Hi Harry, I am reading Little Harry and loving it. I have finished
chapter 12 and just had to stop for a bit and write you. Haveing a treal
story that is truly interesting rather than continuos sex is the best.

* Thank You for writing Little Harry and Little Harry's Life.  I look
forward to reading them.

* I have yet to read your story.  I just found it on Nifty and I have just
left your web page.  From the little I read just now including the
dedication and email to Jasper, I knew I had to write...

* I have read your "Little Harry" story and the rewrite, I am following the
life through Harry's eyes story with interest. But I must say I was hoping
that you would continue with the story, the change in perspective is nice,
does hold the attention and has more depth but I was hoping for a
continuation of the story. Time will tell as you get to the end point of
the other story, hopefully you will continue. On your web site there is a
story "3 Little Gypsies" but only one chapter, it looks good are you going
to continue it? For the most part I have to say I enjoy your stories and
please keep writing.


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