Date: Fri, 17 Nov 2000 14:10:54 -0500
From: fsw99 <fsw99@pop.mindspring.com>
Subject: Chapter 61 of One Big Happy Family

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			     Chapter Sixty One

I checked quickly on Tim and Tom, Brian and Nate, and Paul and Jimmy, then
went back to my room and crawled into bed. Jason went down and checked on
Ed and Isaiah first, then on Phill and Robbie. Robbie answered the door in
nothing but his briefs, and invited Jason in for a few minutes. Phill was
already in bed.

"Stan said that you went to Duke. That is a really great school," Robbie
said.

"Yeah, it is. I really enjoyed it. Tell me about your band. I don't know
anything about what you play. You are a polka band, right?" Jason kidded.

"Right," Robbie answered, laughing. "Come over and sit on the side of the
bed. I am going to get back in and get warm." Jason did, and Robbie
snuggled back close to Phill, who put an arm around him and kissed him on
the cheek.

Jason looked shocked. Robbie just burst out laughing. "Sorry, we thought
you knew. We are both gay. In fact, everyone is, except Brian and
Nate. Sorry to surprise you. That isn't a problem with you, is it?"

"No, it isn't a problem at all. It just surprised me, I guess. I never
would have guessed at all. See, I'm....... You mean Stan is gay, too?"
Jason asked loudly.

Both Phill and Ronnie cracked up at that comment. "Yeah. Are you gay, too?"
Phill asked, kissing Robbie once more.

"Yeah," Jason said, looking down and blushing fiercely. "I have never done
anything with anybody, though."

"Look, we really like you. We all had a great time with you today. If you
are gay, you are with the best people on earth you could be with. None of
us cares if anyone knows we are gay. Our agent is going to publicize the
fact that we are gay in every place we play. We don't care. Being gay isn't
like you have a disease or something. People just don't understand that we
are just like everyone else, and we plan to start trying to change that
idea," Robbie said.

"The media is going to find out you are gay? God! No one but you two knows
I am gay. No one!  Don't tell the others yet, OK?" Jason asked, looking
petrified.

"Don't worry, we won't. Even if the others knew, no one in our family would
ever tell anyone else. We all love each other, and would never do anything
to hurt one of the others. I am sure everyone already feels that way about
you now," Robbie answered.

"Can I ask you something?" Phill asked.

"Sure, I guess. I have just told you my biggest secret," Jason answered.

"You reacted kind of funny, when Robbie told you all of us but Brian and
Nate were gay. You asked if Stan was too, in a funny tone. Do you like
him?" Phill asked.

Jason blushed crimson. "I.....I.....I don't know."

Robbie and Phill howled with laughter. "I think that is all we need to
know. We'll both make you a deal. If you will trust us and tell us the
truth, we will tell you all about Stan. Stan and I wrote a gay story
together. It is about 2 boys named Matt and Mike. All the details are
true. You ought to read it. You have a lap top with you, don't you?" Robbie
asked.

"Yeah, I have to have one, to be able to write," Jason answered, his normal
color returning.

"And you have internet access?" Phill asked.

"Yeah, I have since I was in high school."

"Have you ever been to the Nifty Archives?" Phill asked.

"No. I have no idea what that is," Jason answered.

"Let us put on some shorts and t-shirts and go to your room. I think we
need to have a long talk," Robbie said. "I need to tell you about Stan and
I's history and an idea I just thought of."

                                                ****************************

For some reason, Jason, Phill, and Robbie were all very sleepy the next
morning. Jason looked like he had stayed up half the night reading. Which
he had. He had read the whole Matt and Mike story in one sitting. (One guy
wrote me and really did that!!!! - hehehehehe)

We all had breakfast together, including Mr. James. He had insisted on
being called that from day one. I was more comfortable on a first name
basis, but why rock the boat, you know?

I called him to the side right before we all boarded the bus. "Mr. James,
could I have a word with you, please?"

"Surely," he said, walking over.

"Mr. James, the boys have been under a lot of pressure lately, recording
their new CD and starting this tour. They are all having a hard time
adjusting to your strict teaching methods. Can you just ease up on them a
little bit until everyone is used to each other? They are still under a lot
of stress, worrying about playing in front of such a huge crowd in two
days."

Mr. James smiled for the first time since I had met him. I thought
everything would be fine from here on. Maybe he did understand.

"Mr. Miller, have you ever taught high school?" he asked.

"No."

"You write novels, correct?"

"Yes."

"I have spent my whole career teaching boys this age. What would you do if
I came up to you and started giving you advice on how to write your novels?
I will not adjust my teaching methods because the boys didn't like them. I
am hard on my students, but they end up far more knowledgeable because of
my efforts. I have impeccable credentials. I have a signed contract and you
will pay me whether I teach them or not. It is your decision, but I will
continue to teach as I have always done, as long as I am employed here," he
said, turned around sharply, and marched into the bus. I stood there with
my mouth open, staring, as he left. We had a real problem!!! I needed to
talk to Mike. This guy was acting more like a Nazi than an Englishman. I
could hear him yelling at the boys before I even got on the bus. He had to
go, one way or the other.

I got on the bus, and sat down next to Jason, who grinned up at me. "You
ready to go?"

"Yeah. We have a big problem, though. Get us started and I will explain," I
said, as I got out my cell phone.

Jason started up the bus, and I dialed Mike, and got his secretary, like I
thought I would. This was way too early for Mike to be in his office, with
the hour time difference.

I sat back and discussed the problem with Jason in a low voice. I sure
didn't want to have Mr.  James overhear our conversation. I wasn't one to
back down from a confrontation, but I liked to have my mind set on what I
was going to say before I entered into one. I needed to understand the
terms of his contract, and decide what to do about it from there. This was
business, you understand? This guy was an ass hole, and I certainly didn't
want to have to pay him a lot of money to do nothing. I wanted him gone,
just like the boys did. But, finding a qualified tutor that would travel on
a bus from state to state wasn't exactly easy.

Mike finally called me back and I explained in a low voice about our
problem. He said he would have someone do a complete background check on
Mr. James as soon as they could and then he would call me back. He was
certain we could get out of the contract with no problems.

The boys were already being more vocal in their protestions or Mr. James'
demands. I hoped Mike could finish his background check quickly.

I tried to write some, and got a little bit done, but the noise from the
back was distracting. Mr.  James was constantly raising his voice to one
boy or the other. It was all I could do not to go back and strangle him.

We finally pulled into our hotel in Dallas about 4:00 pm. We were all tired
from the long two day trip, and were glad we could get to our hotel before
rush hour traffic started. We unloaded all the luggage and I was about to
check us into the hotel, when my cell phone rang. "Hello?"

"Stan it's Mike. I am sorry we didn't do a better screening job on
Mr. James. He has been fired numerous times for his overbearing
attitude. Two of his references had never heard of him. I had my lawyer
look at his contract, and he wouldn't have a prayer of winning a law suit
against us if you fire him for insubordination. From what you have already
told me, he refused to ease up on the boys and told you he would teach them
anyway he saw fit. You can fire him any time you want."

"Thanks for doing this so quickly, Mike. If I don't get rid of him now, I
really think it will affect the boy's performance Thursday night. I am
going to fire him right now. I guess I will have to teach them for a
while."

"Won't that affect your writing?"

"Yeah, I'll just have to put it off for a while until we can find another
tutor. The boys have to come first. My editor won't be happy, but at least
she is in Los Angeles and I don't have to tell her face to face."

"Well, you do what you have to do. I'll have my staff start to look for
another tutor immediately.  I have to go to a meeting. Bye."

"Bye, Mike, and thanks again," I said as I disconnected the phone.

Mr. James was standing by the boys, talking angrily to Paul. Paul's face
was completely beet red and he looked like he could attack Mr. James at any
moment. He saw me coming and walked over to me.

"I will not tolerate Paul's attitude. You must do something about it or I
will be forced to resign," he said.

"You won't have to worry about Paul's attitude any more. And you won't have
to resign."

"Thank you. I am glad to see at least you have some common sense," he
bellowed. "I want Paul disciplined immediately."

I looked at Paul, who's mouth fell open and his eyes went wide as he
thought I had taken Mr.  James' side. I winked at him. "No, I don't think
so. Paul needs someone to take a belt to his bare butt at times, but this
isn't one of them. You won't have to worry about Paul's attitude any more
because you are fired."

"What? On what grounds?" he asked, fuming.

"Insubordination. Lying on your resume. Being an ass hole. We can come up
with lots of reasons.  I think those are enough. You are own your own to
check in here if you wish. I will pay your expenses, two days pay, and your
flight back to Los Angeles or wherever you want to go, but that is
all. Excuse us, please. We need to get checked in," I said.

"All right, Dad!" Paul said, as he ran over and hugged me. All the boys
came over with big grins on their faces. Mr. James just glared at me and
said, "You will be hearing from my attorney."

"Better get a really good one. We do," Paul said, as we all walked into the
hotel. Everyone was glad that this was the last we would see of Mr. James.

We checked in and had all of our luggage sent to my room again, including
Jason's. He was now a full part of our group.

We finally sorted out each person's luggage, and the boys all decided they
were too tired mentally from their second day with Mr. James to go work
out, so we all decided to go swimming in the hotel pool.

"I don't think I will join you this time. I have some writing I want to
do," Jason said.

"Aw, come on Jason. Who will we all try to drown if you don't some," Paul
said.

"I'll see how fast I can get what I want written. If I finish early, I will
come down, OK?" Jason asked.

Robbie and Phill just came over and smiled at him. He smiled back and
blushed a little bit.

I unpacked and got out my workout clothes and decided to walk for an hour
on the treadmill downstairs. I got my walkman and a couple of CD's to
listen to and was ready when the boys all came back in wearing their swim
trunks. We all left together except for Jason.

All the boys jumped into the pool and I went into the workout room. It took
me a few minutes to figure out how to adjust the treadmill, as I always
walk at the maximum elevation that it could be raised and walk at a minimum
of 3 miles per hour. I walk with the beat of the music, so it can be
anywhere from 3.0 to a maximum of 4.7 for walking to the `Free Bird`
solo. (This is true, guys.  Oh, and one gal, sorry!! Hehehe I partially
tore my achilles tendon in the Spring, and started walking to build it back
up. Walking to Boston, Styx, and ZZ Top is where the ideas for all this
music came from!!! A little history of the story doesn't hurt, right?
Hehehehe)

After I finished walking, I joined to boys in the pool. I was completely
covered in sweat, so it was a great way to cool off. Without Jason there to
occupy their time, they all started to try and dunk me, but I stopped them
by telling them if they didn't quit, I would re-hire Mr. James. That
stopped them immediately.

Jason finally Came down and joined us for a few minutes. I saw him talking
to the side with Phill and Robbie, but didn't think anything about
it. Jason finally played man mountain and let the boys attack him for a
while. He could throw Tim and Tom quite a ways before they came back down
and hit the water, and they returned like it was a ride in an amusement
park. Everyone was having a great time.

Everyone finally was tired, even Jason, and he had only been in the pool
for thirty minutes or so.  But, he had tossed the boys high in the air for
most of that time, so he had a reason to be tired, too.

We all went back up to our rooms to shower and change clothes, then decided
to meet back in my room in an hour. I wanted to meet in thirty minutes, but
Jason asked if he could have a little more time so he could read over what
he had written. I didn't care, and neither did the boys, so we agreed on an
hour.

I used the extra time to call downstairs and ask where a good restaurant
was that could accommodate all of us, and they were nice enough to call and
get us a reservation. We all left on time, and again enjoyed a pleasant
meal together. Again, Jason only had a large salad, and the boys started
asking him if he had some kind of rabbit disease. He took their kidding
easily, and just kidded them back. I was really starting to like Jason. I
just sat back smiling, as I watched all the boys interact with him. Jason
was grinning like a kid at Christmas as he enjoyed all the attention he was
receiving. I think his days of being lonely were over.

We got back to our rooms, and everyone decided to go to bed early so we
could get up and tour Dallas in the morning. I made reservations with Grey
Line, a national tour company for an all day tour, and then checked on the
boys. Everyone was in bed watching TV.

I was surprised to find Brian and Nate sharing one double bed. Brian had
opened the door, and when I stared at the made up second bed, he blushed
and said, "Stan, can we talk to you for a minute?"

"Sure, Brian. What's up?"

"Uhm, Nate and I were thinking we would rather have a king size bed like
the others," Brian said shakily.

"No problem, guys. I don't think we can change it here, but I will call
Mike in the morning and his staff can change the rest of the reservations,
OK?"

"Thanks. Uhm, well, uhm, don't tell the others, OK?" Brian asked.

"I won't. It is none of my business, and none of theirs, either. Someone
will notice along the tour, though."

"We know. We will tell them, but we just don't want too yet."

"No problem. Night, guys," I said.

"Night. Thanks," Brian answered.

"Yeah, thanks Stan," Nate said in a low voice.

I walked back to my room, shaking my head. There were twelve of us counting
Jason, and it sure looked like Jason was going to be the only one of us who
was straight, after what I had just seen.

I stripped off my clothes and got into bed. I decided to read for a while
before going to sleep.

There was a knock on my door, so I got up and put on a robe and answered
the door. Jason was standing there.

"Hi. You said that you would help me with some ideas if I wanted. I have
written part of a short story, and I just wanted your opinion," he
said. "Is this a bad time?"

"No, Jason, it's fine. How long is the story?"

"It's only five pages."

"OK, it won't take long to read it," I answered, letting Jason come in and
closing the door behind him. He sat down on the couch and opened his lap
top. It was already turned on, so it only took him seconds to bring up the
story.

"I haven't got a name for it yet. I don't know how I want it to end. That's
why I thought I would get some input from you before I added the ending,"
he said.

"That's fine. What is it about?"

"Well, it is kind of auto-biographical. It is about me growing up till
now," he said, blushing a little bit.

"Oh, I see. Are you sure you want me to read it?"

"Yes, I am positive. All of you are real open about yourselves, and I want
to be, too. Go ahead and read it."

"OK." I started reading. As I had suspected, Jason had been a lonely kid
growing up. I was feeling really bad for him as I continued. Near the end,
he even wrote about meeting me and the boys, and how he felt encouraged
about losing weight for the first time. Then came the shocking part of the
story. Jason was gay, and in love with me!!!!!

I looked up at him, shocked, and he leaned in and kissed me hard on the
mouth. He broke the kiss and leaned back and waited for me to respond.

My head was spinning with this new development. I stood up and walked
across the room. I came back towards him, and you could see the fear in his
eyes. I made up my mind instantly.

"Jason, I can't let myself get involved with our bus driver on the second
day since we left home. I just can't. How would that look to the rest of
the boys?"

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have told you," he said, looking like he was about
to cry.

"Jason, you don't give me much of a choice. I am going to have to fire you
as our driver," I said.

"WHAT?" he said, as tears started to form at the corners of his eyes.

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