Date: Fri, 14 Jan 2000 00:13:59 EST
From: Marrauder 390 <marrauder390@hotmail.com>
Subject: Will's Story (Conclusion)

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Will's Story

XIV

	Forget what you heard about all cops loving donuts.   Rob seemed to be
chocolate chip cookie powered.    Together, Rob and Will polished off the
whole batch of cookies that I had made earlier and were well through a few
batches of their own as I followed the judge into my kitchen.   Following
the sound of boyish giggles and adult laughter, we found a truly beautiful
sight.   Imagine if you will, a thoroughly professional looking law
enforcement officer, resplendent in his crisply pressed navy blue uniform.
Now picture his gold and silver badge and decorations peeking out over a
bright red apron, his weapon, radio and handcuffs peeking out from under the
apron ties.  Picture some flour on his hands and face, and you're almost
there.   Add to this scene a really beautiful boy, just starting into
puberty.   Picture the boy about five feet tall, give or take, quite
slender, with green eyes and pale blond hair cut into a bowl cut.   He is
almost lost in an oversized blue sweatshirt and sweatpants; their large size
making him look smaller and more vulnerable than he really is.   The boy
radiates happiness; his smile commands the room.   He is plainly happy to
have this law officer's undivided attention, and he has apparently been
teasing the cop, judging from the liberal amount of flour that covers his
sweatshirt and hair.

Will's laughter evaporated as I followed the judge into the room, replaced
with a look of fear so complete as to make a Marine cry.   Before the tears
could start, I told Rob that it looked like I would be having a house guest
for the next 10 days or so.   A radiant smile quickly chased the look of
fear from Will's face, and the now-happy boy rushed around the counter and
into my arms.  He hugged me quite tightly thanking me and thanking the
judge, over and over, not even pausing for breath.   If he hadn't spotted
the sergeant pigging out on his warm cookies, I'm sure that he would have
been happy to continue for hours, but he broke away quickly to defend his
cookies.   Personally, I can't imagine anyone wanting cookies, when there
were hugs like that to be had.

*   *   *

	A little while later, as we finished the cookies, the doorbell sounded.
Before I could get up to answer it, Rob bounded off towards the door.   I
was very confused to see an ambulance parked in the street in front of my
home and two medics at my door.   I looked quizzically at Rob as he let them
in and he told me that Will needed to be checked out after his ordeal to
make sure that he was healthy.  I led the medics to the TV room while Rob
went to get the boy.

	The medics were with Will for around 30 minutes, which by my measure was
about three eternities.   I would later find out that most of that time was
spent trying to get him to take his clothes off for the examination.   It
seems that they were instructed to check him for signs of abuse in addition
to assessing his medical condition.    Despite how comfortable he seemed
with his body when he was with me, he reverted to a normal boy when faced
with the prospect of being naked in front of strangers.   I'm also quite
sure that he didn't like the thought of being photographed while naked
either, but the lack of any really dramatic bruises on the private parts of
his body prevented him from suffering that indignity.

	The medics quickly made their report and left as soon as they had confirmed
Will's health with the sergeant.   Will stayed in the room after the medics
had left, refusing to come out even when Rob and his sergeant stood in the
doorway and begged.   It was quite obvious that he was tired, cranky, and
irritated from having to undergo the physical exam.   A bit put off by his
sudden but understandable mood swing, the two cops said their good-byes and
left.   On their way out, they repeatedly urged me to take the boy to the
nearby city to view the Christmas lights in the park.   It sounded like a
good idea, and I told them that I might.   The judge had excused himself
after hearing the report from the medics, and so I was once again alone in
my house with Will.

XV

	I returned to my TV room to check on Will and found that he had shut the
lights off and closed the drapes covering the French doors.   He was once
again seated on the couch, and now he was wrapped in the blanket.   I had
shut the heat down to 75 degrees earlier, but it was still quite a bit
hotter than that in the room.   I asked Will if it would be okay to join him
in the room, and he grunted some sort of reply.   Despite working with
children all day, I still haven't learned to speak "teen", and was aware
that the grunt could have had any sort of meaning.   Summoning up my
courage, I bravely entered the room.

	As I approached the couch, Will scooted over to make room for me.   A good
sign.   I sat down next to him and twisted my body to face him.   He had
covered up most of his body with the red flannel blanket so that once again,
only his eyes and nose were visible with a small amount of his bangs peeking
out under the blanket.  His bare toes peeked out under the blanket, proving
that the deep green eyes and cute rounded nose were connected to a living
being.

"This morning's adventures must have been really rough, even without the
medics," I offered.   Silence.   Only rhythmic hum of the ventilation fan
provided any indication that we weren't in a dream.   Even the fire had
quieted down.   I needed to get him to talk, so I continued with something
witty like  "I'll bet you're angry.  I would be.   Are you angry at me?"
Will sat there mutely, his deep green eyes not giving a clue as to what was
going on behind them.   I didn't know what to make of his stony silence.   I
was more than a little alarmed that he was giving ME the silent treatment,
but it was an understandable reaction to all the stress that had undoubtedly
been building and building as the boy's ordeal continued along its path.

	I sat and thought about the situation.   My counseling training told me
that he would eventually come to me in his own good time, and that by
allowing me space on the couch, he was telling me that he wasn't really
angry with me, and that he still wanted to be here in my house.   I was sure
that by bundling himself up in the blanket, he was trying to protect himself
from being hurt any more, and that he would come out of the blanket when he
was ready to talk to me or attend to his needs.   I had a lot to think
about.

	I don't know how long I sat there in silence next to Will before my nature
began to assert itself.   I am often accused of "mothering" the children
that I work with, and, truth be told, I do.   I continued to think about the
boy's problems, and decided that he might be feeling betrayed by me, at
least as far as the physical exam goes.   I really and truly had no idea
that they were going to do that, although realistically I should have
anticipated it.   Again, I sat in silence and watched the boy.   I don't
know for how long, but before too long, the mischievous side to my nature
began to assert itself.   I scooted a bit closer to the boy.   No reaction.
  This was a good sign.    I scooted even closer.   I kept looking at him,
but kept my gaze neutral.   I didn't want to give anything away.   I
completed my third scoot towards the boy, and was less than a foot away.   I
figured that no matter what his problem, he was going to get a good tickling
or I was going to get punched in the mouth.   Either way seemed preferable
to doing nothing.   No amount of training can prepare you for someone who's
been through what this boy had been through.

	I was preparing to make my final move prior to pouncing on the boy when
without warning, he threw off the blanket and pounced on top of ME, knocking
me flat on the couch.   He was completely naked, from his cute little bowl
cut to the tips of his toes.   Not a stitch of clothing covered the boy's
body from my gaze.   His arms wrapped around my neck and he immediately
began to hug me tightly, as if his very life depended on it.

	I hugged the boy back and held him pressed tightly against my body, not
daring to let go for an instant. Aside from an occasional shudder, he didn't
move a muscle and kept himself pressed tight against me, as if he were
trying to merge his body into mine.  His arms were wrapped tightly around my
neck, and his face pressed into my shoulder; the dampness confirming what I
already knew; that Will was crying. Will was finally releasing whatever
stress he had been experiencing over the past twenty-four hours or so.   He
needed someone to be there for him.   I obliged, holding him tightly and
letting him do what he needed to do.   After a while, I began tracing lazy
circles on his back with one hand and stroking the back of his head with the
other.   I didn't pick up the game that we had been playing earlier because
it just didn't seem to be the right time.   I comforted the boy as you would
an infant or small child, not saying a word; the closeness of our bodies and
the gentleness of my touch tell him without words that I was there for him.

	A good deal of time passed, during which I did nothing but hold the scared
boy who lay on top of me.   Gradually, the occasional shudders stopped.   I
guessed that his release was coming to its conclusion.   The boy shifted his
position and turned his head towards me.   His face was swollen and blotchy,
betraying his silent crying.   Will snuffled loudly and looked up at me from
his vantage point on my shoulder.   I reached for his face with the hand
that had been stroking his back, and cupped his round little cheeks and chin
with my hand.   The boy pressed his face towards my hand and moved his head
a bit, encouraging me to stroke his face.   I complied without hesitation,
moving the hand that had been stroking his hair down onto the small of his
back.

	The room was not well lit and only a small amount of light came in through
the drapes.   I hadn't turned the lights on when I entered, but there was
enough light for me to clearly see the boy who was partially curled up on
top of me.   Will's golden tan skin was a joy to look at and to touch.   It
looked so smooth and soft, especially the way that the gentle draft from the
circulation fan played on the golden down covering his arms and back.

Will's body looked so sleek and graceful.   My eyes were drawn to his lats,
presented as they were quite nicely by the way he had twisted his body.
They begged to be touched.    My hand, which had only started to rub his
back, slowly moved towards the lats and began to gently trace their length,
from the boy's shoulder blades to his hips, not stopping there, but
continuing onward to the outside of his rump before starting back towards
his shoulder blades.   His skin was softer and silkier than anything I had
ever touched before.    My touch, which had been light and gentle up to this
point became even more ethereal and light, so that only the very tips of my
fingers were touching his body.   Continuing to stroke his face and side, I
gazed downward running my gaze over the perfectly round ends to his
shoulders, down his sleek and smooth lats, across the partial view of his
chest and downward towards where I could just make out part of his abs.
Will shifted his leg upwards a bit presenting just the very top of his pubic
mount to my hungering eyes.   I couldn't imagine anything more beautiful
than the sight I before my eyes.

	Languidly, Will twisted himself a bit more, exposing his genitals to view.
His penis looked just a tad larger than it had been the night before, now it
seemed almost three inches long, due no doubt to the stimulation that he was
getting on his back and face.    I couldn't make out the intriguing
circumcision line that I knew was visible part way up on his penis, but I
could clearly make out his glans and part of his scrotum.   I wished that
the light was better so that I could once again see the delicate webbing of
blood vessels that I knew were just visible under the skin of his scrotum.
The coloring of his penis and scrotum seemed a bit darker than the night
before, perhaps due to the low light or the attention that his face and back
were getting.   I wondered for a moment when the last time was that someone
had held him or shown him simple signs of affection.   Did his mother hold
him?   Did his grandmother?    One thing was certain to me, Will obviously
needed to feel contact and affection.   I stopped stroking his face and side
and wrapped both of my arms around his shoulders and hugged him tightly to
me.


XVI

	Will's world was far more bleak than I had imagined, even knowing some of
the facts beforehand.   As I held him tightly to me, occasionally stroking
the back of his head, the boy told me things about his personal life that
made me hug him even tighter.    Will was now in seventh grade and yet he
didn't know who his father was.   His birth certificate listed his father is
"unknown", and his mother was sticking to that story.   I couldn't fathom
such a thing happening in our little town, yet here laying on top of me, was
100 or so pounds of naked proof that it could.   What must it be like,
growing up with other kids, hearing some of your friends saying "Dad this"
and "Dad that", and not even knowing who your dad was?   Was he powerful?
Was he a crook?   Was he a sports hero?   Is he dead?   How does a boy live
with this?

	Will also told me that his mother loved his brothers more than she loved
him.   He quickly squirmed up and looked me in the eye to say that she did
love him, its just that she loved his brothers more.   Will says its because
they are younger and cuter (than him??!!), but I'm wondering if she views
him as a constant reminder of a failure in her life....

	Will told me of sometimes having to care for his brothers when his mother
just didn't come home, and he told me about how it seemed that was often
only money enough to get nice things for his brothers, but not him, and how
some times, when there was money for nice things for him, they quickly
disappeared.   I pulled the boy in tighter to me, not wanting him to go on,
but he continued.   He had to.   He told me many more things, a few of which
robbed me of my peace of mind for quite a few days afterward, and some
things which necessitated a future visit to the judge.   By and large,
though, he finished less than an hour after he started, and then, in typical
boy fashion, Will began to press me about going to see the lights that Rob
and the judge had talked about.

	Although it seemed a great idea, I quickly realized that I didn't have
weather-appropriate clothing for Will, and I was loathe to risk his health
in any way.  Clothed as he was in my sweats, he wasn't even fit to be seen
anywhere outside the house.   Returning to the kitchen with Will in tow to
finish off the cookies, I was startled to see a large grocery bag sitting on
the table where the cookies should have been.  Taped to the bag was a note
from Rob and the Judge saying that they had retrieved some of Will's clothes
from his house, and that I'd need them if I was successful in coaxing him
out of the room.  Below the signature was a P.S. stating how good the
cookies were!

	Will looked mad enough to spit nails when he realized that the cookies were
gone.   It didn't even occur to him that the cop may have seen him naked and
crying on me.  All he could think of was that the cookies were gone.  Oh, to
have the priorities of youth!   I consoled Will as best I could and after a
short while, he came around to my way of seeing things, and admitted that it
was really convenient to have his own clothes here, where they could be of
use to him.

XVII

	It didn't take Will long to get dressed, and I have to say that I was
shocked to see that he did indeed have a few nice pieces of clothing to put
on.  Even though Robbie had apparently felt the need to bring some of Will's
more broken-in clothing, he did remember to pack what few nice things that
Will had.  Before long, we were out and headed to see the Christmas lights.
  (To this day, I have absolutely NO idea who shoveled the driveway for me,
nobody will own up to it!)   We stopped along the way at a Taco Bell (I know
it's amazing, but it was open) and I watched in awe as Will put away more
food in one sitting than I could have put away given all day.   After he
finished gorging himself, we headed off to see the Christmas lights.

	All my life, I had thought that I knew what happiness was, but that night,
I came to realize that everything up to Will's knocking on my door in the
dead of night was just a mere shadow.    All that I had thought was
happiness before that moment was an illusion.   I drove through most of the
scenic drive with Will snuggled right up to me, hanging on my arm as if he
were afraid that I would disappear.   My attention during this whole trip
was split between the beauty of the displays and the beauty of Will's face.
Will's already captivating face was rendered even more beautiful by the
expression of wonder now plastered across it.   His ever-so-touchable
eyebrows were arched just a tad higher than usual, and his precious green
eyes sparkled as they danced from display to display.   His cheeks were
higher than usual, due no doubt to the happy look spread across his face,
and because of this, his cute rounded chin and his nose begged for
attention.  At that moment, I'm sure that I was as much his slave as if he
had slapped an iron band around my neck.

	We went through the park a few more times, at his insistence, and despite
my fears that he was too old to enjoy such an outing, he seemed to be having
the time of his life.   We stopped a few times for him to get out and see
things closer, and each time, as soon as I got out of the truck, he'd clamp
onto my hand as if he was about 5 years old.  I can honestly say that up to
that point in my life, I had never felt so happy or so fulfilled.   Each
time we returned to the truck, Will would wrap his arms around my neck, and
tell me how happy he was and how much he loved me.   My heart was in danger
of bursting from happiness.  Finally, when we had quite thoroughly exhausted
the park, Will asked if there was anyplace else like this that we could go
and see TOGETHER.    I just about started crying when he said that, which
Will MUST have seen because the very next thing that he did was to tell me
once again that he loved me as he buried his face in my shoulder.

*    *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *

	It was about 10:00PM when we finally got back to my house.  We had visited
two more places before heading back to my house.  One was another scenic
drive, and the other place was a plaza in the capital city, where we
actually had to get out and walk around.   Will was completely captivated by
all the displays at the plaza, and I have to admit, I was too.    Some of
the displays were just SO incredibly intricate and beautiful, and others
just took your breath away completely.   While we were at the plaza, we also
saw a brass band, dressed as if they had sprung right out of a Charles
Dickens book.  Will couldn't believe his eyes, or his ears, and actually
started crying for joy.   Later, as we were getting ready to leave, a small
chorus started singing Christmas carols, and he started crying all over
again.   The trip back to my house passed in silence with Will lost in
thought.  I kept an eye on him, but I wasn't too worried, because he had
such a dreamy happy look on his face the whole time.  How I wished for a
camera!

	As soon as we got back to my house, it was quite apparent that Santa's Blue
Elves had been very busy in our absence.   Spread out below my tree were
several brightly wrapped packages, all addressed to Will, while an oversized
red and white striped stocking hung on the mantle with Will's name pinned
onto it.   Several trays of chocolate chip cookies placed here and there
finished off the room.  Not knowing what to expect, I looked around the
house for anything else that the Blue Elves had left, but I came up empty.
Not even a note.

	I headed back to the sitting room to see what had become of Will, and found
him sitting there teary-eyed, with the stocking emptied onto the floor in
front of him.   As I entered the room, he looked up at me quizzically,
seeking answers that we both wanted, but didn't have.   I sat down next to
him, and he immediately snuggled up against me causing me to wrap my arms
around him before I even knew what I was doing.  It felt so natural, so
comfortable, so right that I really didn't care what anybody else might
think should they happen to see the two of us.   Will broke the silence in a
quavering voice that reinforced just how little he really was.   He wanted
to know who put the gifts there.

	I didn't have a pat answer, although I knew exactly who put the gifts
there.   Snuggling him in tighter to me, I paused to inhale his personal
smell, and rested my lips in his hair for a moment.   Gently, I rubbed my
lips and nose in his dirty blonde hair, feasting on the silky smooth texture
and the intoxicating mixture of his musky personal smell and the shampoo
that he'd used earlier.   Moving my lips out of his hair enough to speak,
yet close enough to be tickled by his hair, I broke my silence and spoke.

	Once again, I told him how I felt about him...telling him that indeed, he
was a truly beautiful person on the inside as well as on the outside.   He
started to protest, but I silenced him by putting my fingers over his lips.
He nuzzled against them for a few moments, then playfully nipped them and
held them clenched gently in his teeth and lips.   I told him that I thought
he was beautiful with clothes, or without, and that however anyone saw him,
his natural beauty came through.   He blushed a bit at this, and giggled
around my fingers, but made no attempt to release my fingers from his grasp.

	Continuing, despite the fact that he was now nibbling at my fingers, I told
Will that his physical beauty wasn't the only thing that made folks like
him.   Patting him on the chest over his heart, I told him that his inner
person was even more beautiful than the outer person, and it was this inner
person that held power over folks around him.   Using my free hand I
squeezed Will closer to me and continued, telling him that his manners, his
obvious concern for others, and his infectious sense of fun were a blessing
to anyone around him that took the time to notice.   I told him how happy I
was to have him with me, especially on this holiday, and how happy I was in
general just to know him.   I explained that it was quite likely that the
cops, the medics, and the judge also felt that way, and that the gifts were
their way of telling him this.

	Moving my head down next to his, almost touching my lips to his
ever-so-perfect traps, I lowered my voice a bit and told him that whether or
not he wanted to admit it, he was a gift from God to me.  I told him how
much I had come to care for him in the short time that he had been with me,
and how much I was looking forward to spending time with him both in AND out
of school.   Pushing on, I even told him how much I loved to hold him, clean
or dirty, clothes or no clothes, and how much pleasure he brought me just by
being with me.   Releasing my fingers from his mouth, he turned his head
until our faces touched.  I could see that his eyes were full of silvery
unshed tears, and I instantly knew that the feeling was mutual.   Carefully,
I took the hand that he had been using as a chew-toy and cupped the side of
his face with it.   Softly, I told Will that he was without a doubt the most
important person in my life; that I couldn't imagine any other person that I
would rather be with.   As the tears finally spilled out of his eyes, I knew
that he felt the same.

EPILOGUE

	That Christmas was the first of many that Will spent with me.   I wish I
could say that his life was instantly better just because he met me, but
that would of course be a lie.   Will's life did turn around, thanks to his
own inner strength and to a whole lot of folks that met him and fell in love
with him (not all in the same way that I did, however!)   Anyway, things did
get better for Will, a little bit at a time.   Family court affirmed my
temporary custodianship of Will, and for some reason, it's never been
revoked.   Will eventually did return home, such as it is, because a boy as
sweet as Will could never stop loving his mother, I guess.

	Will's mother never took up with Vinnie again, but she did manage to get
involved with a few more losers before she straightened herself out.   She
will NEVER be mistaken for a Republican, but she does a dammed good job of
blending in these days.   In her defense, once the courts had explained the
shitstorm that she had set herself up for when she "forgot" about Will, she
never once complained or attempted to undermine my new position in Will's
life.  In fact, I'd almost bet that some of Will's visits to my house were
her doing.   For my part, I never complained.

	When the court visits over Will's abandonment had finally died down, Will
quickly realized that the courts weren't going to take away the special
legal status that I enjoyed in his life.   I don't know how he came to this
opinion, but he's apparently right.   Before even Will came to this
conclusion, I gave in to his constant hinting and set up a room in my house
as his.   I splurged for all the bedroom stuff, stereo stuff, and posters
that one would expect to find in the room of a boy his age.   I even bought
him some decent clothing, and managed to keep my peace when he took some of
it home.  Will loved his "other room", as he called his room in my house,
and often had friends over to visit.   Strangely enough, however, he didn't
do an awful lot of sleeping in that room.  When he stayed over at my house,
which ended up being quite often, he always managed to end up in my bed by
morning.  Sometimes, he would hug me, sometimes he was just content to be in
the same bed.   Almost always, he was completely, totally naked.   Neither
of us tried anything sexually, but often, as Will lay on top of me or next
to me, he would grab hold of my hand and place it on his hair, or his back,
or occasionally his on his rump.  He never got tired of being held couldn't
seem to get enough of being touched and caressed.   For my part, I never got
tired of touching him either, and I never tired of exploring his body when
he was sleeping.   Will's entry into my life changed both of our lives quite
drastically, but I doubt if we'll ever know who got the best of the deal.


*   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *



Well folks, that's the end of Will's Story.  I really don't know where it
could go past this point that your imagination couldn't do better, so I
leave the rest of the journey up to you.

My deepest apologies to all who wrote and asked for a conclusion to this
story.   I am extremely sorry for taking so long in finishing, but I hope it
was worth the wait.