Date: Sat, 10 Jan 2009 08:54:49 -0800 (PST)
From: adm2780 <adm2780@yahoo.com>
Subject: Second Time Around Chapter Thirty-Three

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Chapter Thirty-Three:  Second Time Around


It was dark when Sean and I stepped off the plane.  A light breeze told us
old man winter was still lingering in upper New York.  I looked around and
saw dirty snow mounded along the side of the runway and roads.  The
pavement was wet but I couldn't tell if it was the result of salt having
been spread to melt the ice or if it had rained.  It didn't matter; it was
still chilly and damp, the kind of chill that could penetrate to the bone.

I thought about Florida, and David.  I looked at my watch and knew that he
would be arriving at the house soon.  He was staying with the boys while I
was away.  I had to admit to being curious because he said the boys had
called him and wanted to do something.  He couldn't elaborate, but I let
him know that I trusted him to use his best judgment and knew the boys were
fine.  Admittedly, though, I was a little curious about what the boys had
in mind; especially knowing my boys.

Seven weeks had passed since the three teens had attacked Sean.  After the
talk he and I had regarding the boys' punishment, I called Sergeant Morgan.
The sergeant passed the information on to the assistant DA handling the
case.  The assistant DA was Angela Hopkins.  When we talked on the phone I
was surprised when she tried to talk Sean out of his suggestion.  This lady
wanted to punish those boys.  My impression was that she wanted to do more
than punish them, she wanted to make an example of them; persecute would
have been more correct.  She didn't seem to care that the punishment she
had in mind could ruin those boys' lives.  My personal thought, which I
didn't share with anyone, was 'what a bitch'.

When people asked me if my boys were always as good as when most people saw
them in public, I always responded that I didn't believe there was any such
thing as the perfect boy.  Show me a boy that never got into trouble and
I'll show you a boy that is either an excellent liar and sneak or, leads a
very dull life.  These boys made a mistake, a bad one.  They could have
ruined their victim's life.  They were fortunate that the victim, Sean,
didn't want ruining their lives on his conscience.  Why did this lady not
care?  Sean was correct; persecuting these boys was not going to help them
in the long haul.

While we waited for our luggage to be unloaded, I visited the rental car
counter.  The appointment we had tomorrow was deliberately scheduled so
Sean could spend some time with his mother.  The initial thought was to
stay with Phyllis.  When we found out that she was having some kind of
charitable gathering at her house, I made us reservations at a hotel.  Sean
was already nervous, very nervous; he didn't need to feel that a bunch of
strangers were whispering about him behind his back.  We would see Phyllis
at the hearing and the two of them could spend time together afterwards.

"Mr. G, I got the bags," Sean announced as he walked up behind me.

"Okay, they'll bring the car up in a minute.  You know, even though it's
dark here, it's still early, like supper early.  You hungry?"

"Yes, sir, kinda." I just continued to look at him until he figured out the
rest of my question.  "Actually, I'm starved.  I didn't eat anything for
lunch; too nervous."

"What would you like, Sean?  Barbeque, Italian, hamburgers, steak . . ."

"Uhh, steak sounds good, if that's okay.  Where we gonna get it?"

"That depends.  We can go to the steakhouse or, we can go to the hotel and
eat in their restaurant or let them send something up with room service and
be comfortable."  I wanted to find out if Sean could figure out what I was
telling him.

"If we do the room service thing, does that mean that maybe you'll fudge a
little with something you couldn't do if we went to the restaurant?  Fudge,
like in, maybe, share a certain beverage or, maybe, let me have one of my
own?"

"Share," was the only answer I gave him.  He smiled.

                                           * * * *

It was always interesting to me to watch the boys' reactions when I took
them somewhere and we stayed at a hotel.  They always went in and checked
out the beds, sometimes sitting or lying on the bed and bouncing a little.
Then, the bathroom had to be inspected with particular attention to the
size of the shower and whether there was a Jacuzzi.  Those items settled, a
quick inventory was made of the snack bar and refrigerator.  Sean was no
different when it was just the two of us.  I had reserved a large room with
two queen beds for space and comfort.  He followed the usual routine; the
care-free kid was showing.

While Sean was inspecting the room, I inspected the menu.  Sean wasn't the
only one that was starved.  Dinner was steak (New York strip, naturally)
with baked potato and salad.  I ordered a couple of Samuel Adams with decaf
coffee for a chaser.  While I ordered dinner, Sean decided to make himself
comfortable, too comfortable.

"Sean, room service will be here shortly.  Don't you think you should wear
something?  The wrong guy comes in here, he might think you were a working
boy or, possibly, that I was molesting you."

"Oops, forgot about somebody comin', Mr. G.  I figured since we weren't
goin' anywhere that it was okay to get comfortable like we do back home."

Sean slipped into his pants.  He didn't bother with the underwear or shirt,
but at least he had his pants on.  Room service set the food on the table
and I let the young man out, locking the door.  When I turned around,
Sean's pants were missing.  I just decided to let it go.  After all, that
was the normal state of dress, or undress, back home.

The look on his face when he spotted two bottles of beer was almost
priceless.  He jumped to the normal conclusion and I decided to let him
think about it.  Room service did send up two chilled stems.  I opened one
bottle and split it between us.  There are certain grins a kid can get that
you just remember forever; with Sean, that was one of them.

After dinner, I decided it was time to get a nice hot shower.  During
dinner, I poured myself another glass of beer and left the other half in
the bottle, sitting right in front of Sean.  I was curious to see if he
would ask me for it; he didn't.  He knew the normal rule was half a beer.
It was rare for me to let any of the boys have more than a half.  As I
undressed and stepped into the bathroom, I told Sean it would be a shame to
see the other half bottle go to waste.  He grinned and I didn't have to say
any more.

When I stepped out of the shower I saw that Sean had put the lid to the
commode down and was sitting there.  He appeared to be absent-mindedly
picking at his nails, his feet were up on the balls of his feet with his
legs bouncing.  All of this was a sign that he had something on his mind
but hadn't decided he wanted to talk.  I didn't say anything; he needed to
make the choice for himself.

One of my preferred methods to unwind before going to sleep is to read.
Kathy never understood how I could read and listen to the news at the same
time while lying in bed.  I tired explaining it once, and a few more times,
but she never understood that I could key into important topics and ignore
the mundane.  This is what I was doing when Sean stepped out of the
bathroom.  It was then that I realized he had taken a long shower.  Since
Sean Jr. was not in full rest position, I assumed that there was a reason
for the long shower.  He stood next to the bed and just looked at me.

"Mr. G?"

When I hit the end of the paragraph, I looked up at a boy who appeared
nervous and had a pleading expression.

"Only if you go back and finish drying off," I answered.

Sean returned still drying off.  He dropped the towel on the floor and
slipped under the covers.  He groaned his approval of the pillow top
mattress and heavy duvet.  I laughed to myself; sometimes the simplest
things can mean a lot.  I tried to continue reading but found it difficult
with him bouncing around like a fish out of water.  Finally, giving up, I
turned the lights out and listened to the rest of the news.  Sean settled
down some and it didn't escape my notice that he had scooted close to me,
his leg touching mine.  I turned the television off.

"You want to tell me what's wrong?" I asked as gently as I could.

"Nothin's wrong," he answered in a tone that I don't think would even
convince him.

"Okay.  Goodnight." I found that drawing a line usually helped if they
really wanted to talk.  The darkness was also a big help.

I waited while Sean bounced around a little more.  He maneuvered himself
closer.  He was close enough that it wouldn't take too much more and I
would be ready to fall off the edge of the bed.  I turned onto my side,
facing him, and propped myself up on my elbow.

"Are you nervous about the hearing tomorrow?"

"Some."

The tension in his voice was obvious.  I told him to stay where he was.
Retrieving a bottle of body powder, I lay back down.  He was on his stomach
and wasn't the least bit shy about moving closer to me.  Shifting the duvet
so his back was exposed, I sprinkled a little powder on him and began a
gentle rubbing.

Instincts told me that Sean was uptight about more than just the hearing.
We had discussed the hearing and what to expect, so there shouldn't be any
big surprises.  I wasn't sure what it was that had him uptight, so I tried
to be patient and get him to relax.  As I rubbed his back I could feel him
relax.  Just like Mike and Frank, he cooed.  I wondered if any of them
realized they did that.

Experience with Frank and Mike had taught me how to distract their thoughts
from whatever it was that bothered them.  My hand moved lightly and gently
over his back.  He shivered a little and wiggled his body when I hit a
ticklish area.  I felt him take a deep breath and let it out slowly.  When
my hand reached the small of his back, I felt his legs spread.  I knew the
sign and what he wanted.  Using the first finger only, I lightly guided the
tip of my finger over each cheek and then through his crack.  He took
another deep breath and moaned.  I smiled to myself knowing he was just a
typical teenage boy.  The pleasure from his body could totally override the
worries in his mind.

"Mr. G, when this is all over, does that mean I have ta come back here?"

"Sean, don't you want to come back home?"

He became very quiet and still.  I rubbed his back but he didn't respond as
before.  When I ran my fingers through his hair and over his cheeks, I felt
his tears.

"Sean, since when have you not been able to talk to me?"

"I know," he whimpered.  "It's just that . . . well, I been more at home, I
felt more at home, since I've been with you than I have up here in a long
time.  Mr. G, don't get me wrong, okay?  I love my mom, but she just
doesn't understand.  She thinks I'm big enough to take care of myself and
leaves me money and stuff, but . . .well, you know?"

"Yes, I know.  Sean, your mother and I talked before you came to stay with
us in Florida.  I thought she had already talked with you.  We decided that
if you moved in with us, you would stay at least through the end of the
school year and on into July.  At that time, we would reevaluate the
situation and, if it appeared to be in your best interest, you would be
given the choice of staying or coming back here."

While I explained the agreement I had with his mother, Sean turned over to
face me.  He had his right arm around my chest and I could feel his fingers
moving up and down the upper part of my back.  The light coming through the
drapes reflected off the tears in his eyes.  He reached up and gave me a
hug.

"Thanks.  I like bein' part of your family," he whispered in my ear and
then gave me a light kiss on the side of my neck before he lay back down.

"Mr. G, Mikey said there was somethin' special you did for him and Frank
when they were real uptight and maybe you might do it for me, too.  Mikey
told me that sometimes he'd act like he was real uptight about somethin'
just so you'd do it for 'im."  There was a sound of hopeful expectancy in
his voice, coupled with a hint of mischief.

I sprinkled a little powder on his chest and stomach and began to rub him
gently.  He cooed and whimpered like a puppy.  While I rubbed him, he
kicked the covers down and spread himself out.  I reached over and ran a
finger down his left arm.  The brat reached up and sucked my nipple into
his mouth and bit it gently.  I leaned over and suckled on his nipple as he
drew a sharp breath through clenched teeth and whimpered; definitely a wet
puppy.

"Mr. G?  I cleaned myself and lubed myself like David showed us."

I didn't reply other than to reach down and cup his scrotum.  He wiggled as
I rolled his active teenage nuggets in the palm of my hand.  As I rolled
his nuggets, my middle finger slipped down to massage his perineum while I
moved up and nibbled his ear.  He was my puppy that night, surrendering
himself completely to me.

"Mr. G, Mikey and Frank say you can stroke 'em just right so's they feel
great and go right to sleep.  I brought a towel in so I won't mess up the
bed."

At the touch of my hand, he rolled onto his left side, his back to me.  He
reached over and picked up the towel, spreading it in front of himself.
Pulling his top leg up, he wiggled around until he settled his butt into my
groin.  He reached between his legs and lined himself up to Big Daddy.
Pulling my left arm out for a pillow, he wrapped my right arm over his
chest and pushed his butt into me.  Carefully, I penetrated him.  When I
had fully penetrated him, he lay his top leg back over my leg and than
stretched his body to its fullest.  I held him tight with my left hand and
tweaked his nipples with my right hand.

"Do me," he pleaded.  "Mark me."

I bit into his shoulder and then tongue bathed his neck.  He whimpered and
whined as I slowly long-stroked him.  Arching my back, I stretched his
body, pulling him as taut as he could go.  He stretched with me, tightening
every muscle in his body.  His ring clamped tight around my shaft.  With
each stroke his magic spot was caressed and he whimpered and whined.

"Hold me . . . . mooooore .  . ohhhhhh . . uuunnnggghhh. . do it again," he
whined.

And I did, gently and with love.

                                           * * * *

Phyllis met us at our hotel for breakfast.  She smiled and tried to look
upbeat, but her eyes said she had not had very much sleep.  My hope was
that she and Sean would spend some time together after the hearing.  Sean
was to stay in his own room Friday night and most of Saturday with his
mother.  We had a flight out late Saturday afternoon.

During breakfast I expected Phyllis to ask Sean about school and what he
was doing.  When she did ask him, her response sounded like a programmed
response totally lacking in true parental interest.  I'm not sure who was
more disappointed, me or Sean.  Phyllis loved her son, I didn't question
that, but as a mother she should know that her approval meant a lot to the
boy.  She seemed to be more interested in talking about the dinner party
and how much money they raised for the charity.  I wondered if she had
always been like this and I just never saw it.  If so, it would go a long
way towards explaining why Sean always wanted to be at our house, even when
we lived up here.

After breakfast we headed to the courthouse.  We were supposed to meet the
DA handling the case and Sergeant Morgan.  We ran into the sergeant as we
entered the courthouse and all of us walked into the DA's office together.
When I saw Angela Hopkins I decided my original assessment of her was
correct, she even looked like a bitch.  This lady moved around like she
thought a whole lot of herself or she had something to prove to everyone.
Ms. Hopkins made it clear to us that she did not necessarily approve of the
suggestion to let the boys perform community service, and would neither
support nor oppose the recommendation.  One of the boys was not willing to
accept the deal; a point which seemed to please Ms. Hopkins.  With that
news, we headed to court.

Upon our arrival, we were redirected by the bailiff to Judge Nachman's
chambers.  His judicial assistant showed us into a conference room where a
small group of people were already seated.  I recognized two of the boys
from school and assumed the rest of the people were family or legal
representatives.

"All rise," the bailiff announced.

"Be seated," the judge announced after taking his seat.

The judge was dressed in a suit and did not wear his robe of office.  I
assumed this was to be a more informal type of hearing.  The judge picked
up the file and looked through a few pages of whatever was in the file.
The attorneys sat quietly, waiting for the judge to recognize them.

"Ms. Hopkins, is Sean here?  Hopefully with a parent of guardian?"

"Yes, your honor."  The lady that minutes earlier seemed to be a predator,
became very conservative and respectful.

The judge looked at the people on the other side of the table.

"I'll assume these three young men are Kyle Jenkins, Ben Thomas and Adam
Morgan."  The boys seemed to shrink back.  "I recognize the attorneys and
assume each of you is representing one of the accused?"

"Yes, your honor."

"Okay, before we begin, I would like to note to everyone present that I've
chosen to conduct this hearing in this room for two reasons.  One is
privacy, particularly since we have four juveniles involved.  The second is
to avoid putting any unnecessary pressure on any of the parties,
particularly those same juveniles.  Now, I have read all the reports and
recommendations in this case and assume counsel has done the same."  The
judge paused and looked around at the attorneys, who just nodded.

"If no one has any objections, I'm going to dispense with our normal
procedures of calling witnesses to testify and handle this myself.  Since
all of the boys have admitted their participation, we need only to confirm
the facts and formally enter into the records the punishments.  If there
are no objections, I'm going to ask Ms. Horton to move down one chair, and
I'll ask Sean to sit where she is now."

Sean looked at me and I told him it was okay.  This was one of the
possibilities we had discussed with him before leaving Florida.  Sean took
the chair indicated by the judge, obviously very nervous.

"Now, Sean, there's no reason for you to be nervous.  Believe me, I
understand.  I only have a couple of questions for you and your part should
be over."

"Yes, sir."

"Sean, you have accused these three boys of attacking you, physically.  You
have also stated that during the attack they called you a fag, and other
names.  As a result of the attack, you were hospitalized with both broken
and bruised ribs, bruises around the kidney area, etcetera.  I believe your
hospital stay was six days.  Is all that correct?"

"Yes, sir."

"Sean, what else did the boys say to you?"

"They said they was gonna teach me a lesson.  They said I was a fag and
they didn't want my kind around."

The judge looked over at the three boys.  Two of the boys looked down.
They looked ashamed of what they had done.  It was difficult to tell if it
was real or a show.  The third boy seemed to sneer at Sean.

"Sean, I understand that most of this plea agreement was your idea.  It
says here that you state you don't think anything can be accomplished by
sending these boys to a juvenile detention center.  Do you also realize
that if it is established that they intended serious bodily harm, that that
was their intent from the beginning, that it was preplanned with malice,
they could be charged as adults and sent to prison?"

"Sir," Sean paused to look over to me; I nodded.  "Sir, what good would
that do?  They'd end up with their lives messed up for good and still be
the ass ho . . .uh, I'm sorry, the same idiots as before."  The judge tried
to hide his laughter.  "I was kinda hopin' that if you did what we
suggested, then maybe they'd learn that not all people are the same, but
that doesn't mean they're not good."

"Sean, did you ever try to get one of these boys to do something with you?
Did you ever tell one of them that you were gay?"

"No, sir.  They're the ones that said I was gay."

"He is!" One of the boys blurted out.  "You should see him checkin' the
guys out in the shower."

I thought the judge was going to jump all over the boy, but he didn't.

"Young man, I'm just a little curious to know how you know Sean is checking
out the other boys in the showers.  Let me ask you something, and this is
strictly off the record.  I can remember when I was in high school, even
junior high, and the boys would gather in the dressing room and showers and
play little games.  Now, if you don't have any idea what I'm talking about,
it was usually called grab-ass, and grab other things too.  Now, can any
one of you three look me straight in the eye and deny having participated
in such activities and laughed about it?"  The three boys looked down,
trying to hide their grins and embarrassment.

"Do you think that if someone came in and found a bunch of boys grabbing at
other boys, and you know exactly what I'm talking about grabbing, together
with a few crude comments I can remember, they might just think someone was
engaging in 'gay' activities?"  The judge sat at his desk at the head of
the conference table, staring at the three boys.

"Interesting; not one of you seems ready to deny anything."

All three boys continued to look down.  They were no longer grinning, but
their faces betrayed a deep blush.  We all knew the blushing was from being
caught.  Kyle looked up like he wanted to say something, but then thought
better of it.

"Has everyone looked at the proposed agreement?"  The attorneys
acknowledged on behalf of their clients.  "Do all of you consent to its
terms?"

"Your honor, sir."  Adam spoke up.  "May I say something, sir?"

"Go ahead, son; we're listening."

"Well . . . .uuhh, I just wanted ta say to Sean . . .well, I just wanted ta
say that I'm sorry.  What we did was wrong and I can't blame ya for hatin'
us and all, and . . .well, I guess there's not much I can say 'cept how
sorry I am.  Oh, and I wanted to tell you thanks for thinkin' 'bout
somethin' besides juvie.  My dad says that could've really screwed us up
for a long time with college and all."

"Yeah, and that goes for me, too."  Ben stood and spoke directly to Sean.
"My dad told me what a jerk I was and it was pretty stupid.  Actually, he
kind of delivered the message a different way, too." Ben was rubbing his
butt.  "He had'n done that to me in a long time, but I guess I deserved
it."  All of the adults had to cover their mouths to hide their reaction to
Ben's admission of what his father had done.

"Sean?  I know it'd be really hard for us ta be friends after what
happened, but do ya think maybe if we pass one another in the halls or
somewhere, maybe we could just wave and say 'hi'?"

I wasn't too sure how Sean was going to react.  He looked at the boys and,
then, he turned and looked at me.  I didn't do or say anything to influence
him; he needed to decide this on his own.  I don't think anyone could have
been more proud of any boy as I was when Sean stood and offered his hand to
Ben and Adam.

"I've sat on this bench for a long time and I've seen all kinds of people
come through my court; people of all ages.  It doesn't happen too often,
but when it does, I have a memory to last a lifetime.  I think we've just
seen three boys take big steps towards becoming fine young men."

Kyle mumbled something that none of us could understand.  His father turned
to say something to him while the judge just looked at the boy.

"Ben Thomas and Adam Morgan, in accordance with the agreement signed by you
and your parents, this court withholds adjudication of the charges on the
condition that you work twelve hours of voluntary service each and every
week for the next three months at the alternative choice youth center.
Your supervisor at the center will provide this court with bi-weekly
reports of your activities as well as recommendations.  Further, you or
your family, will each pay one-third of the medical costs incurred due to
your actions.  Sean has requested that those monies be donated to the
center.  At the end of the three months, this court will again review your
case and, assuming you have satisfactorily completed your hours and paid
the monies owed, the files will be closed.  Are there any questions?"

"No, your honor," one of the attorneys spoke up.  "We would like to thank
the court for its considerations and thank Sean for his generosity."

"Now, as for the defendant, Kyle Jenkins.  Kyle, you have declined to
participate in the settlement . . ."

"I ain't volunteerin' to help no fags!"

"Young man, if you interrupt me one more time, I will have the bailiff
secure you to that chair, and I will personally insert the gag in your big
mouth.  Do you understand?"  The judge glared at Kyle, who kept his mouth
shut for once and looked down.

"Kyle Jenkins, you have chosen not to participate in the proposed
settlement.  In addition, you have shown nothing but disrespect for your
peers, the law, and this court.  You are of the maximum age to be sentenced
to juvenile detention and the minimum age to be sentenced to the jail and
placed with the general population.  In light of your age, and the fact
that this is your first offense, you are sentenced to ninety days in the
county juvenile detention center, effective immediately."

It was only then that I realized that two deputies had entered the room.
They now stood directly behind Kyle who appeared to be in shock.  His mouth
was moving, but no intelligible sounds were coming out.

"You can't do that!  No way!"

"Bailiff, quiet Mr. Jenkins, please."  The bailiff just looked at Kyle and
he shut up.

"Now, Mr. Jenkins.  At this point I'm really tempted to withhold my next
offer and, if I hear any more from you, I will.  I will give you until noon
on Friday of next week to reconsider your position.  If you so choose, I
will commute your sentence to be the same as Ben's and Adam's.  However,
you must be prepared to come before me and apologize for your actions today
and have in your hands a letter of apology addressed to Sean.  You may want
to give the offer some serious consideration.

"Now, if there are no further questions, this court is dismissed."

"Excuse me, your honor?"  Jenkins' attorney spoke up.  "When should we have
Kyle report?"

"I believe I said effective immediately.  That means those two deputies
will escort him down to the juvenile detention center for processing right
now.  His parents may follow and they will be given a schedule and the
rules for visitation.  There will also be someone there to answer any
question they may have."  The judge then looked to Kyle's mother, who had
been crying since Kyle's sentence was pronounced.

"Mrs. Jenkins, I understand your sorrow, I really do.  Please understand
that Kyle must learn that there are no special rules for him.  If he wants
respect, he needs to learn to respect others.  I sincerely hope that Kyle
figures out how to make the right choices before it's too late."

As we were leaving the courthouse, Ms. Hopkins and Sergeant Morgan escorted
us to a private room.  There, they told us that the court had been
forewarned that one of the boys, Kyle, was not cooperating and appeared to
be intent on really messing up his life.  Kyle would be sent to juvie, but
when he arrived there was an appointed group that would take him through a
"scared straight" type of initiation.  He would not be hurt unless he tried
to fight someone.  If he did, they would make sure he learned that he isn't
quite as tough as he thinks.  Hopefully, Kyle would be back before the
judge in less than a week.

                                           * * * *

As we left the courthouse, my thoughts turned to David and the boys.  David
had come in late Thursday night to stay with the boys.  He was to have
dinner with Mother and the family Friday night and possibly lunch with
Mother on Saturday.  Sean was going with Phyllis and I wouldn't see them
until the next day.  That left me with time on my hands.

When we stepped outside I was a little surprised to see Ben and Adam
standing off to the side.  Their families were still there; the adults
stood apart, talking.  Ben and Adam approached us.

"Ummm, Sean?  Mr. Geoghagan?"

The two boys stood, waiting to be acknowledged.  Sean looked at the boys;
his expression told me he was thinking the same thing as me.  Why didn't
these boys take the opportunity they had and just leave; leave the premises
and leave us alone?  Sean didn't say anything.  He stood there and waited
for them to tell him what they wanted.

"We just wanted to say again how sorry we are 'bout what we did.  What we
said in there, in front of the judge, we meant it.  We'd already told our
folks we wanted to apologize to you and then our attorney told our folks it
might help if we did it in front of the judge.  Well, we just wanted you to
know that we really mean it.  What we did was stupid and we were stupid
jerks for going along with it."

The boys had just told me something that I already suspected.  It was easy
to tell the difference in the boys when Kyle was around and when he wasn't.
These two boys were the followers.

Sean didn't say anything; he just looked at the boys.  Both boys were
shifting from one foot to the other and looking at Sean and then me.  I
wasn't going to make this easy for them; this was Sean's call.  Then, Sean
did something none of us expected.  He waved his right hand, palm out, in a
tight arc, pivoting at the elbow and simply said "hi".  You could look at
Ben and Adam and see they were just as surprised as I was.  Then, the two
boys looked back at Sean, who was grinning, and all three boys broke into
fits of laughter.  It took Phyllis and I another two minutes or more to put
it all together; we smiled.  Kids always find a way to move beyond bad
situations in the simplest ways.  I looked beyond the boys and spotted the
boys' families watching us.  They had no way of knowing what was being
said, but they knew the three boys laughing was a good sign.

"We were goin' to Danny's Place to meet some of the guys for burgers and
wondered if Sean would like ta join us.  I mean, we understand if he
didn't.  We just thought that maybe . . .well, you know?"

Sean looked at me and I told him it was his choice.  He had a cell and we
could pick him up later.  He smiled and turned to look at his mother; he
was supposed to be going with her.  Phyllis gave him the motherly smile and
nodded.

"Mr. G, what'er you gonna do?"  Sean asked just before the three boys took
off.

"I thought I might call David and see how things were going at home."

Sean gave me that mischief look and grin of his.  It screamed that he knew
something that I didn't suspect.

"Sean?"

"Nothing, Mr. G.  It's just, well, maybe you better talk to David.  I think
Frank and Mike were plannin' on a kind of 'special' fantasy, maybe?"

"What kind of . . ."

"We gotta go, Mr. G.  I'll call ya.  See ya later, Mom."

The boys took off while the adults just stood there and watched them.  No
one would have guessed that several weeks ago, two had attacked the third.
They ran off like the best of buddies.

Me?  I was going to take Phyllis to lunch and call David.  Now that I had
time to think about it, I really did want to know what my boys were up to.



End Ch Thirty-Three
To Be Continued

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