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The Innocents Part 4: Paulo and Beto By Richard Dean Chapter 11 Added 7/24 Of Our Teenage Years Chapter 16 Added 7/22 Short Story: Such A Beautiful Boy Added 7/12 Short Story: Home Alone Added 7/1 Stephen Miller's Journal Chapter 12 Added 6/25 Calvin: Identity Crisis Chapter 14 Added 6/17 Article: Bisexuality Added 6/12 Article: My New Swimsuit's Too Small Added 6/03 KOA Boy Chapter 7 Added 6/01 Mentoring Brandon Chapter 10 Added 5/24 Labor of Love Added 5/21 Private Lessons Chapter 6 Added 5/12 Raptors By Richard Dean Chapter 7 Added 4/13 Age Before Beauty Chapter 4 Added 4/08 ************************************************************************ The Innocents Part 4: Paulo and Beto By Richard Dean Chapter 6 Before leaving the office for the night, Paulo stuffed the letter and supportive documents in his briefcase querying, "Is everyone ready to do some quick shopping and then going home?" He received affirmative nods of the children's heads in response. Paulo got a warm feeling when Carla grabbed his hand and held on tightly. Hand in hand they proceeded ahead of Beto and Javier whom dutily followed. Unlocking `Herbie' their faithful VW Combi-Bus, they settled the children in their respective seats and buckled them in. Beto preferred to sit in the front passenger seat and Paulo assumed his driver's position. "Do you kids know your clothing sizes?" queried Beto. "Not exactly, we get what fits us," Javier replied truthfully. "Not a problem, then. When we get to the `Shopping' we'll have the clerks assist in your measurements. I imagine since your growing so rapidly you wouldn't even remember from month to month anyway, eh gang? Okay Senhor Paulo your passengers are ready for you to maneuver us throughout this miserable traffic. A frustrating stop and go drive with the rush hour traffic impeded them, but Paulo was not shaken from his determination to deliver them safely to the `Shopping' (the term used in Brazil for a large mall). They went first to the boys' section of apparel in the largest department store. They asked a clerk to measure Javier so they could readily choose several outfits that would last him several days until they managed to outfit him completely on another day. With several shopping bags containing his various shirts, trousers, shorts and underwear, Javier followed Beto the the shoe department. Beto suggested to Paulo that he continue to the young girls section so he could make his selections for her clothing and then meet them in the shoe department. Paulo was distressed, as he had no clue how to purchase girls clothing. He sidled up to a female clerk and in a subdued voice asked her to assist him as he was out of his league in that department. She smiled warmly at the handsome man and assisted them in making suggestions to what she thought young middle class girls would feel comfortable wearing. She also selected her undergarments when he further insisted he had no clue about those either. Finalizing their purchase the clerk remarked, "Anytime you need assistance, I'll be more than happy to help...uh...uh... your niece." A bit flustered, Paulo answered, "She's not my niece but my ward. You can be assured we'll meet again very soon. Good day Senhora, Come now Clarinha, we need to meet with your brother in the shoe department, okay?" "All of these clothes are mine to keep Senhor Paulo?" "Yes my dear, they're yours." With the wide-eyed wonder of excitement as only a child can do, she looked up into Paulo's eyes and hugged him tightly in her thanks. Paulo at that moment could not conceive of a better way of indicating her approval and adoration. He stood tall in the eyes of this young girl. He had to contain himself from whistling as they strolled onward to the shoe department. He willingly carried her assortment of shopping bags. It wouldn't do to make her do something like that when he could do it for her he thought as a single tear rolled down his face. I know what it feels like to be a parent, he thought. We need to recruit Elena to assist us in selecting a wardrobe for both of our kids. Women stay current in style and fashion much more than we do. I'm certain she will get a kick out of it. Shopping done, they drove home, the Italianate style villa that Ricardo had rented and subsequently purchased from the absentee owners. Paulo had loved it the first few moments when he glimpsed it as they drove into the drive. It bespoke of style, comfort and peace. Within the confines of the gate this home held many treasures of the memory of all it's occupants of months past and more recent days too. It's welcome awed the children as they took sight of the beauty of a palace-like edifice with a sweeping green lawn and various flowering bushes and plantings as sentinels to their progress to the porte cochere. "I'll move `Herbie' into the garage later Paulo before we walk over to Elena's from here. No need to drive a short distance on a lovely day like today is there?" "I'll do it Beto, if you'll assist the children into the house. I may as well since I'm the driver of the day." He worded warmly. "Right you are. Come now our treasures, time to get our things inside, bathe and dress for our dinner date with the Cavalcantes." They dutifully followed Beto with mouths agog and in awe of the splendor that overwhelmed them. Never had they seen such a sight except at the cinema, but to feel, touch and breathe it all in person seemed like they were in a dream state. They followed Beto up the stairway to the second floor, which seemed as elegant as the downstairs. "Carlinha, this will be your room. It was your grandmother's en suite. The bathroom is through that door. Go in sweetheart, you will need to discover where everything is. Javinho if you'll follow me we'll settle you in your brother's assigned room. All of us guys will share the same bathroom as it is between our bedroom and yours." "But, but Tio we've never slept by ourselves before. I don't wish to complain but they are sooo biiiig." "Javinho, I like that you call me uncle. It's less confusing for everyone." Hearing Paulo enter the room behind them Beto turned to him inquiring, "Did you hear what appellation he assigned us Paulinho? Tio! It's perfect." "I agree Beto. I like it." Paulo walked over to Javier and pulled him into an embrace with one arm and said, "Thank you Javinho. Now you will become our `sobrinho' (nephew)." Behind them they heard Clarinha declare, "I'll be your sobrinha, Tios. I like it too." Beto walked to Clara and gave her a gentle but warm hug to solidify their unity. It seemed as an uneasy ice had thawed and in those few instants they became united in a true familial relationship that needed no explanation. Uncles legally assigned as the protectors of their wards; their niece and nephew. Genuine smiles warmed this home, this night. An alliance of hearts meted genuine trust. The guard of words and unspoken fears were replaced with affection and familiarity. Beto pronounced, "It's time we take our baths or showers lady and gentlemen to prepare for our meeting with people whom I pray you will learn to like and love as another pair of aunt and uncle...the Cavalcantes. Because you are the brother and sister of Antonio and the grandchildren of your grandmother, they already love you and will stand at your side should you ever have any question, doubt or worry. Paulo and myself consider them our sister and brother. They have exceeded the word `generosity' to us that can never be repaid...they do it out of love and respect. We love them both equally; as friends and allies supporting us in our quest to aid children whom have had difficult and trying times. Clarinha please bear with us for several days until we can make arrangements to find someone who will be our housekeeper, cook and also to help you in your toilet, fixing your hair in the manner acceptable. Neither Paulo nor myself know much about womanly things...they are a mystery to us. We don't know how to sew a button, we don't know how to fix your hair, and I must report, we have not the confidence to school you on your personal toilet regime. You're at a disadvantage here my girl; three to one. It's not fair or proper. We'll fix that. Be patient with us. In the meanwhile if you have questions Tia Elena will help you I'm certain. She'd love the opportunity to share with you all that she knows of womanly wiles. Within the week, what we know, both of you shall know. There will be no secrets from within this family. We will share our successes or failures together. You may well feel you are over-loved. I doubt that we could ever agree, but it is the way we feel and think. I hope we don't intrude on your privacy. I should imagine it will happen from time to time inadvertently. And, too, I'm sure you will intrude on us guys' privacy. It can't be helped. Okay, that's the end of my speech. Anyone have anything to add? Speak up now or forever hold your piece. No Javinho not the piece you are thinking of, you stinker. Look at our little devil, Paulinho, his mind is in the gutter before the first day is out. To our rooms my treasures. We bathe, we dine, we start a new life filled with adventure and new discoveries." Smiling satisfactorily they all dispersed to their sanctuaries and prepared themselves for the evening dinner date. The first to report to the bedroom of Paulo and Beto replete in his newest togs, cheeks gleaming with a broad smile which dazzled them with the brightness of his teeth, hair grown long without barbering but combed and slightly gelled to reflect the glisten of his ebon mane, stood Javier, their ward of 13 years. A young man with straight limbs and lithe musculature that would within time thicken into an athletic, tanned symbol of masculinity. The second to report to their room was a nymphet of 10 years + months, a light cotton sweater thrown about her shoulders dressed in a dark skirt, a white pique blouse with varying embossed wales that accentuated her premature nubile breasts without the assistance of a training brassiere. Fitted on her feet were flat low-heeled shoes of black patent leather encasing white anklets with a ribbon of lace that bespoke of her youth. A coy saucy smile radiated her aura of assurance as she flipped her longhaired black tresses casually. There was no doubt that within 3 years this young lass would blossom into the throes of womanhood of incomparable beauty. She stood tall and proud. The three males stood gazing in amazement at this vision of femininity. How could it be that she was only ten years? "My brother, my uncles, I'm quite ready. I found my grandmother's jewelry box. I'm wearing one of her rings. Is that alright?" The trio of males stood looking, transfixed on the vision in front of them, stunned into silence of appreciation. Clara had become older than her years belied. No makeup marred the fresh beauty of her red-tinged lips, the dark sweep of sloped curvature of her brows, the radiant glow of her pinked cheeks, the maturity of stature, the slight tilt of her head, and the beckoning glints of her eyes evoked dancing flashes as the light projected from her to them. The three of them recognized that in but a few short years she would enchant, mesmerize and hold sway to swarms of hot-blooded males of all ages panting to be at her beck and call. She would one day be a hostess in a society that cherished good health and beauty. She would never be termed Raphaelian in form-short, full breasted, pouched stomach, prominent hipped, and globularly buttocked. No. She would be summarily chosen to be a... a... a Gibson Girl -- the girl of poster fame similar in attitude to Marilyn Monroe or the Ivory Soap model, Marilyn Chambers and others of that genre. Yet above them all, sexuality blatant, eye candy for the wishful, demure in demeanor, yet fertile to the imagination of every living male within sight that would fulfill their masturbatory dreams. Her Italian lineage and admixture of forebears would make up the stuff of desire of the rich, the poor, the fallen and the want-to-be's. Beto thought, When we first laid eyes on her she was wearing over-sized baggy clothes to look younger and smaller, no doubt. Was it an act for survival? Now her appearance and personality has changed to one of a more worldly nature. Something is not quite right. She stands taller and more woman-like than any of us could imagine. I'm going to have to find out which image is the real Carla. Even Javier is seeing her as differently as he has ever seen her. He is confounded by this revelation. "Please gentlemen, do I fail in your acceptance of me? I'm becoming embarrassed." Shaking off his stupored magnet gaze upon such a transformation, Paulo declared, "Oh my darling niece, you are beautiful beyond words. I cannot tell you how much. I haven't the words to express myself adequately. I loved you before. I adore you now. I couldn't be more pleased. I think I speak for the others as they would agree with me...even your dowdy brother Javiero whom I think more handsome than his older brother, Toninho." "Oh my dear uncle Paulo, your words delight me. I'll try to make you proud of me. We should be leaving presently shouldn't we?" "Yes we should my treasure. Lets to the barricades, storm the ramparts, my valiants!" supported Beto." A short 5-minute walk `til they were at the front door of the Cavalcante's home, Paulo pressed the doorbell and within moments Julio and Elena Calvacante greeted them. "Come in. Come in. Beto. Paulo. It's a pleasure to see you again. Won't you introduce us to your companions?" After the greeting of hugs and busses on both cheeks, Beto complied, "It is our pleasure to introduce Master Javier and Mistress Carlo Carpazetti d' Sousa." With a slight bow of his head to indicate obeisance and civility, Javier stated, "It's an honor to meet you. Our uncles have told us how important and valued your friendship has been not only to them, but of my brother and grandmother. I thank you for that, Sir and Madame." Carla curtsied and followed with, "I agree with my brother's statement. Thank you for offering your welcome." Elena gushed, "It's good to see that manners are not wasted on the young as I had heard. Did you prompt these lovely children, Beto?" "Neither of us did, Elena. I'm astonished and pleased by it too." "Very well. Children please drop all formality with us. You are rest assured we are impressed with your manners and civility. You may call me Elena and my husband, Julio if you'd like." "Thank you Ma'am. We'd like." Replied Javier. Breaking in, Julio said, "Formalities aside, let's adjourn to the living room and we'll talk a bit until dinner is ready, eh?" Following their hosts to the living room, they found seats and were offered refreshments by Elena. They declined the offer stating that dinner would soon be upon them and they could partake at that time. After some minutes spent asking the children about their lives, hopes and dreams, the maid came in and announced dinner was to be served. Elena took Javier's arm and they walked into the dining room. Julio took Clara's arm and they followed. Beto and Paulo looked at each other with a broad smile and ambled after the previous foursome. The children seemed tentatively nervous about the formality of this, but watched Paulo or Beto and copied their movements and selection of dinnerware for each course that was served. Elena observed no faux pas' at the dining table and remarked after everyone was sated that it might be a good idea for the gentlemen to retire to the Library and she and Clara would tend to other things. Leading Clara to the sitting room they took seats facing each other and Elena coaxed Clara to regale her with her fears and worries about the future. Somehow Elena sensed that Clara was withholding some bits of information when she fiddled with her blouse. "My dear, we girls are surrounded with wall to wall men. We have to protect ourselves from them knowing all of our small secrets and wiles. I find it hard to believe you are nearly 11 years of age, yet you seem to act older in your demeanor and actions. How is that? Did you have role models upon which to emulate or copy?" "No. Yes. No. I don't know how to answer that, Miss Elena. I think I may have had to act older when Mae was away `working'. I took care of my two stepsisters and little brother. Pae couldn't or wouldn't assume those chores when he was drinking or trying to sober himself. It never seemed to work, so I stepped in and became mae to them. And then there were the times when Pae would uh uh...oh I can't talk about that now." Clara started sobbing. Suddenly Clara felt Elena's arms wrapped around her. Comforting, soothing her until the flood of tears became infrequent droplets slipping down her cheeks. Elena cooed softly to her. "That's all right my dear. No need to talk about it now. We'll save that for another time. I want you to know Clara that I want you to feel welcome to come over here anytime you want. We need to stick together. I'll tell you what we can do. Tomorrow I want you to go with me and we'll start shopping for a wardrobe of clothing for every occasion that we can think of. I'll show you how to apply your makeup when you want to start wearing it. We're going to have your hair cut and styled so it'll be easy-care for you to tend yourself. I love Paulo and Beto dearly, but they know nothing about girl stuff. I doubt they understand color coordination, style or even accessories. Those are things we can share between us easily. I'll show you how to select clothing that is flattering to your figure, comfortable yet chic and stylish. You'll need a wardrobe specially suited for your schooling of course. Have they talked about where they will enroll you children?" "Not really. Uncle Beto mentioned he wanted us in school within the week. I think he doesn't want us to be schooled at the OBK. I think that's what he calls it. By the way, I'll need to get permission before I'm allowed to go with you shopping." Elena started laughing and giggling, "My dear Clara. I'm sorry. I'm laughing not at you, but at the ludicrousness of it all. All I need do is snap my fingers and those two handsome men will jump as high as I want them to. Heheheh. We women have more power over men than they suspect. No my dear, all you need do is mention that I told you we ARE going shopping and they'll not refuse or protest that they have other plans. Never would they dare. I love them as much as I love my husband, my dear. Even Julio doesn't know the power I have over him. He `thinks' he makes all the decisions in business and within our home. Not true my sweet. I give him hints and he thinks he has suddenly thought of a new idea. Ah my dear we women are wily and think several levels higher than men. They see something and work to solve it without looking beyond it. We see something and work several steps above and beyond that solution to a finite solution within the future. I'll show you and explain it to you later. You stick with your Aunt Elena and you'll discover your power and status will get you anything you want." ************************************************************************ Send comments to: richard@tomcup.com To support this and other stories by the author, join at http://www.tomcup.com. If you like this story, check out Tom Cup's "Calvin: A Coming of Age Story." Available at Barnes and Nobles Bookstores, Amazon.com, your local independent bookseller, or from Tom Cup.com.