Date: Sat, 16 Jun 2001 16:28:00 -0400
From: paul paris <shaksbeer@ureach.com>
Subject: The show  must go on.  Chapter 9

This is a story of the imagination. The author has nothing to do with the
story except he wrote it and cried in certain places. This is a love story
about things that in life is frowned upon but could happen. I think all
readers would like to be involved in this but as yet it's a hidden taboo.

If you have been involved in a certain situation like the story has told
let me know because another series is in the pipeline. Being also sexual
contact between a man ands a boy/s in some countries it is illegal to
posses this material. Please check before going any further

I own the copyright to this so if you wish to use it let me know. To any
fee paying sites the answer will always be know.

Thanks to Nifty for giving a disabled man the chance to write. Thanks to
all who have recommended things and those who have helped as far a spelling
and grammar are concerned to a Dyslexic writer. All emails have been
gratefully received. All flames will be snuffed however I thank you.

This is the penultimate chapter of the show must go on. I hope I have not
made it hard to follow all the changes. I do remember saying that sex can
be written about all the time but what happens before and after make the
story.


					The show must go on.

					And I Will always love you!!!!!!


	"This is a very difficult case to hear but I would like you sir to
tell me how you got to know the two boys and whets has happened since."
	"Your honour. I met Paul while I was working. I had a job
entertaining the children and telling them about the various things that
were and could be dangerous to children of their age. Paul was 11 at the
time. He was shy but although he did not have much to say managed to
confess that he had a so-called friend that had done things to him sexually
when he was young. I did not know what to do. I offered him my friendship
to compensate for what he had lost. I think your honour knows that Paul and
his brother Peter knew Sam; he had changed his name to Max. He was the
abuser. Paul's father caught them together and through no fault of his own
his father treated him as a pervert of some type. This brought out a great
hostility that resulted in a fire in the caravan where they lived. He and
his brother were badly burned. Paul also believed his brother to be dead.
	 I met the Nan. Paul had lived with her for a long time. We got on
really well and to give her a bit of time alone I spent time with Paul. I
was letting the child have some fun. We got on well together. Nan trusted
me to look after Paul when her sister was ill. We had a holiday together
and Paul's scars on his back and in his mind began to heal. I was made his
Guardian ad litem. I did explain that to Paul and what it meant. From that
moment he called me Dad, which even though made him feel better it also
gave him the added security that sadly had been missing from his life. It
was on this holiday that I found out through his Nan, his brother was
alive. I told him delicately but his reclusive nature returned until, it
was Paul; decided he wanted to see him. The Aunt I have found out was a
foster parent arranged by the court to look after Peter so not his real
family."
	The judge asked the Social service department if this was
right. They confirmed it but had not realised I knew. "Carry on with you
story."
	"We both travelled to see Peter. I had earned enough money to get a
jeep and we took a 2-hour trip to find him. It was a reunion like I had
never seen. Both boys jumped into each other's arms. I stayed out of the
way. I was told Peter would be staying with me and a letter that I have, (I
showed the judge) told me that Peter was to be added to the court order
making me responsible for two boys now not 1. With 2 bags Peter returned
with us. He also had a new home. I managed to get new clothes for both
especially Peter. His clothes although not bad were and had been used by
others, brought from a charity shop, clearly. The thought of a new home,
new clothes for a new start even better. I met Mrs Stein from Social
services who did replace the money I spent but this just went on securing
the rest of the things they needed including school uniforms, extra shirts,
trousers and underwear. I did get to work and the school was very helpful
allowing the boys to stay together but this was not for long and they
had their own classes and friends. I helped, even though far less
intelligent, with their homework. We would wash clothes, cook and look
after each other; we all became a special family unit. We cared, loved and
grew together as friends. The boys had someone who they could trust and
learn from. The scars made them shy. I helped there. I was allowed to use
cream on their bodies to heal the wounds. I saw them naked but fearless we
had a commitment where we all cared."
	The judge needs clarification about the scars and my opinion about
nudity. I tried to explain that although a stranger the boys trusted me. I
used the cream and the shyness was gone. I managed in the healing
process. Mrs Stein was there and she, one day saw all the improvements that
had been made.
	"Please do continue." After a while I became very proud of them.  I
suggested to the school a red house symbol be put in peoples windows. This
was in case anything bad happened.  Children could feel free to call. A man
had tried to force a child into his car. I took him and my two to school,
the car was spotted, Paul saw it was Max. He was back. I had to get
involved with everyone when they tried to get Paul to give evidence against
him. I was his only arm to hold onto. After listening to what they put him
through I went to bat for him. I supported him and all his choices. To
court and Peter stood up saying what the man had done to him not only
Paul. Max went to prison. I took the boys away it was a rough time. I made
them aware that I could be trusted and it took a week before they could
feel as they had before. Mrs Stein gave me a letter saying that I would not
have the chance to look after both boys, one maybe so I had to make the
choice. Well I have made a choice. I have known both boys for some time
and I do mean both boys. After all what we have been through I have done so
much for both boys and they have done the same for me. I had a girlfriend
but lost her. I was withdrawn. I got job acting at schools and through this
met two boys who became part of my life. I love them dearly but I could not
allow one to stay and not the other. I would like to make one request. Who
ever takes them I would still like to be their friend. I hope this is not
to much to ask but will understand if the answer is no."
	"Thank you for your candid and honest report. I am sure that this
will be taken into account when the decision about the boys' welfare is
taken. Before we talk to the boys I think it would be best to take a break
for lunch. Mrs stein I would see no problem if the boys Guardian, oh Dad in
prentice takes them for lunch."
	I was pleased that I could do this however did offer to have Mrs
Stein come with us. She agreed but did allow us the time together we
needed, as it was the judge who was now the boys legal representative. I
was not involved in the chat around the meal table; I had a great deal on
my mind. I hoped that I could get the chance to meet the people who would
look after the boys. The hour we had passed so slowly. I could at least see
that the boys were happy and did not seem to have a care in the world. Mrs
Stein was obviously good at her job. The boys never even asked me what had
happened, I assumed that the Social Services had that in hand and would
tell them as time went on. I wanted to go home and pack their clothes
because that would have been the last thing I wanted to do after it was all
over.
	The court resumed with Mrs Stein giving her evidence. I got to hear
the boys' full story and I was helpless as she spoke. It was an awful thing
to hear about two boys who you had a great deal of love for. They had been
through hell and back. Up until now everyone except the boys had decided
that now they were together they needed to settle down. I had given them a
start. I had been the home that they had been given a trial at. I walked
from the court to get fresh air. I could not hear anymore-painful words
from a woman whose answer was words and not actions. The building was big
enough to encircle allowing me to calm down. As I re-entered all I heard
was "And this would be Social services decision on the matter before this
court.
	A letter from the Aunt was read which described Peter as in need of
secure, and happy home. Nan almost agreed with the Aunt asking the same for
Paul. Both gave a brief description of how the boy/s had been while they
were in their charge. No bad things just regular nightmares about the
fire. Nan spoke about getting a family for Paul that was grand and special
as I was. Everyone must have seen me blush. I looked around and noticed
that a number of couples were in court. All shapes and sizes. So it was
clear that the people there would get Paul and Peter to go with them.  I
looked at them all as the statements were read. Various forms of
appreciation and pride could be seen. One couple made notes through and
through. I started to watch every reaction they made in the courtroom. The
school was called upon to make a statement, which they had decided to do
through the Headmaster in person.
		"My name is Mr Mark Taylor, I am headmaster of Mallinton
Grammar School. I have had the pleasure to know Paul and Peter the children
in question. I had known Paul before Peter. He was shy withdrawn and almost
a recluse as far as interacting with other people. That however changed
after his Nan who he lived with allowed him to meet and be in the company
of someone we only knew at the time was an actor. His work with the
children was remarkable. Not only did they listen they learned. Paul came
out of his shell. Slowly but positively his voice that prior to the meeting
had a pronounced stutter, disappeared and he was playing with other
children. I found out that this remarkable person was the man he had
started to live with. I would love him to become a teacher if given the
chance. Peter was different. His records show he was a
troublemaker. Fighting regularly and he had been excluded from a school
hoping to shock him out of his bad ways. It did not. He was introduced to
me as a son of a man. Our actor friend thought he needed some security
so Dad it was. Paul was his son. I have never been told of any fights. No
troubles and I would never exclude a boy who was at the top of the class."
The judge responded with other questions. "Mr Taylor could it be that the
boy, Peter is not getting help from his so called Dad?" Mr Taylor laughed
out loud and an "Order!" shot around the room.
	"I am sorry your honour. I laughed because it was impossible for
the boys' dad to help them because he is illiterate. He can neither read
well nor write well but I would still have him as a teacher for Drama. He
brings out the side in children we fail so often to do. I found out that
they were given a computer and told to listen well at school; it was clear
who was responsible for that. Both boys are top in their class from Paul
being almost bottom and Peter never finding the abilities he had for school
at all. I have seen the boys at play and that is a good sign. Happy home
lives. They have made friends easy and even had a number sleep over in a
camp they all made up. I made my own checks for and on behalf of the school
and found the man who came to us as an actor, become a friend, a Father but
mostly he could have found his true vocation. Backwards? Never. Far from
that. He is wonderful at the care and control of children. Perhaps he
should consider becoming a child carer within his own home, we would
then help him in every way to becoming a teacher."
	A Teacher? A child carer I don't think I could. I did think though
and I could pass on about drama what I had learned. After this I will
follow it up.  Other people who were representing the children asked a lot
of questions to the headmaster. Mr Taylor kept repeating the same thing
over and over again. "The boys were now top of the class. No problems, made
friends and were a credit to them. One thing had changed; they now had a
stable home with someone who cared a great deal for them. I was permantly
red now. The couple that were doing all the writing had been looking at me
more now. I was sure that they looked nice enough but I hoped the Judge
took everything into consideration before making his mind up about the four
couples that were clearly in the room looking to be considered. The judge
asked the court to rise and left. Mrs Stein came to tell me that he was
going to see the boys one by one. I asked to remind the judge about the
stutters they had when nervous. She knew.  I was taken to the coffee shop
to wait for the call back to court.
	For most of the afternoon I drank coffee till it almost came from
my ears. I did keep thinking about what the boys were saying. Only when it
started to get late did I think they might have let slip about our sexual
relationship? I began to think about what would happen to the boys and I. I
spoke to the woman who poured the coffee. I don't know why but it made me
feel better. The afternoon went slow and every time I looked at the clock I
was sure that the time was going backwards. Mrs Stein popped in at 4pm with
the boys saying court was over for the day. Would I please come back
tomorrow morning. I was not sure if the boys would be with me but they did
sit next to my coat so assumed that this was to be the case.
	We sat alone. Both were very thirsty. I was hungry. It was to be a
meal out today and we chose chicken. It was dark when we got home. The boys
bathed and I knew there was something on there minds. When they came out I
asked what was wrong. I was not surprised that both boys had worked out
that the court case was to decide their future. They both were upset that
the judge did not listen to them and only to the people who spoke for
them. They had seen some people in court and another boy there told them
that the judge was going to give them a new family. They were both worried
because they did not know any one there. I had to explain that it was all
for there own good. I would still be their friend and they could see and
talk to me whenever they wanted. I told them also that until they got to
know and understand the new people who would look after them, I would
always be their friend to trust. I was sitting there with an arm around
boys realising that tonight was to be my last night with them. I hugged
them and begun to feel tears falling into the hairs on my chest. I could do
no more than comfort them allowing the tears to fall from each boy's eyes.
	The evening turned to night and the two boys fell asleep. I carried
each to bed looking at them as I covered each body in the covers. I kissed
longer than usual each to say good night allowing a hand to enter their
boxers knowing that this was my last time to touch them. A gentle kiss on
the penis saw a reaction as they sprung to attention. I had to remove their
boxers and touch them before I Tightened the covers around them. I went to
my chair remembering what I had done and letting a brandy flow into my
mouth as a prelude to shock. It was another night that I went without
sleep. I got 2 bags and packed their clothes remembering how they looked in
each piece, I even saw some things that I had never seen them in. My
imagination took over to picture Paul and Peter in the clothes. The briefs
and boxers I had seen them all but I still had 2 pairs of the tight boxers
and shorts Paul first wore, I would keep these as a memory of the boy who I
helped to grow up. I took my time every now and again popping in to look
at the sleeping faces I could see. I was sorry that the one thing I never
got was any photo of the boys. I had decided not to in case when I showed
them they would see their scars and become withdrawn again I thought we all
had time. I would though see the faces before me over and over again no
matter how long I lived.
	 I think the previous day did take its course. The boys were up
very early and caught me packing their bags. I had to deal with the same
tears this morning as I had to before they went to bed. I did not even
notice that the boys were naked but I did enjoy the cuddle we had. I helped
them dress for the last time, making sure that whoever they went to saw
then in their good clothes and would be proud to take them. I told them to
be nice to whomever they went with and most of all love them because they
wanted to take them as part of their family. The boys even as unhappy as
they looked understood. It was after that all downhill for me. I put their
bags in the jeep and got a substantial hug before we left the house. I
would never know if things would be better for me but I know that the sound
I remember so well of boys in the house I may never hear again.
	I drove slowly to the court even tempting the boys to some
breakfast out. Both said no. So things were coming to a climax I did hope
the judge allowed me to still be part of their lives and that Mrs Stein
would keep me informed as to how they were doing. I could see Mrs Stein
talking to the couple I saw yesterday, the ones who did all the writing. I
pulled up and dropped the boys off while I parked and carried their bags
into the court.
	I sat down at the back looking at Paul and Peter. The couple stood
as the judge came in. Mrs Stein walked in with the boy that Paul and
Peter. The judge introduced the couple she was talking to they had decided
to adopt the boy. I looked around seeing 4 other couples who were all
clearly now waiting to get the next member of their family. The judge came
to order. "In the matter of Paul and Peter. I found this a case that was
full of extremes and no easy answers. I have listened to all the
information and have been impressed by what I have heard; the rules state
that no single person can have two children in their control because it is
the way the family law has been written. The school has been very
forthcoming with all their information and so has the Social services. The
boys Guardian ad litem, know to them, as Dad was very frank and told this
court as much about Paul and Peter as him. I have read over and over again
all the information I have before me. I have to make a decision that is
in the best interests of the boys. I have asked them both what they have to
say; after all it is their lives we are here to decide on today. I found
them very forthright and clear headed. It seems clear that there is only
one course of action that is in agreement by all the officials here
today. I have found it interesting that all members and officials dealing
with this case including myself have made such a unanimous decision.
	The action of this court and an order pertaining to this
is................................
	I saw a couple head towards the judge and I left the courtroom in
tears. I spent time finding their bags and put a letter addressed to boys
in the bag. I could only hope they would be allowed to read and keep what
was the hardest thing I had ever written.



The show must go on. Final Chapter. 10
			  If we could dance this dance together,
			 If I could make a family
			 I would not need a wife,
			 Coz you'd be my life
			 Or is that to absurd
                   Just you and I



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