Date: Fri, 29 Aug 2008 06:34:11 -0700 (PDT)
From: adm2780 <adm2780@yahoo.com>
Subject: New Horizons  Chapter Ninety

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Chapter Ninety:  New Horizons

"Mmmmmmmmm . . . .mmmmmmm," TJ whimpered as he bit his lower lip and
squinched his eyes to avoid crying out from the intense feelings coursing
through his body.

Granpa lay stretched out on his stomach with a pillow under his chest.
Evan straddled Grandpa's legs, sitting just below his hips.  Evan had
poured oils onto the old man's back and, as he massaged the elderly muscles
up and down, his boyhood traveled up and down the highly experienced ass
crack.  Evan understood how his partner felt because he, too, wanted more
than anything at that moment to push his boyhood into Grandpa's talented
tunnel and find release, but he had been instructed not to.  All he was
allowed to do at the moment was massage Grandpa's back and endure the
tortuous teasing as his pole continued to travel up and down the crack
which flexed to pinch and tease a very horny and needy boy.

"Grandpa," TJ panted, "please . . .ooohhhh fuuuuck . . . Grandpa, you're
killin' me . .  .mmmppphhh . . .mmmppphhh . . .mmmppphhh . . .ooohhh,
gaaahd."

Grandpa smiled to himself and enjoyed listening to the teenager beg for
release.  This had been a favorite game for Grandpa since he realized many
years earlier, that he no longer had the endurance of a young man.  What he
lacked in endurance, he made up for with special skills.  TJ had been
positioned on his knees and then instructed to sit back on his ankles with
his knees spread wide apart.  Grandpa lay on the bed with the pillow under
his chest and pushed TJ's knees further apart.  The first step was for
Grandpa to remove his dentures, giving the boy a smooth hard surface that
would bite, squeeze and tease the youngster's boyhood, delivering intense
pleasures to the youth and Grandpa.

TJ was excited when he realized that Grandpa was going to give him a blow
job and clamp down on his shaft with his gums.  When Grandpa opened his
mouth and guided the boy pole into the opening, TJ was full of anticipation
and fought not to lose control.  He was more than a little disappointed
that he didn't feel the warmth and moisture he expected.  Instead, Grandpa
gently blew his warm breath over the head and then tickled the glans with
the tip of his tongue.  TJ gasped for breath at the initial feelings, but
began to whimper with desire and frustration as Grandpa held the boy's hips
and wouldn't let him penetrate the oral cavity where he sought release.

When the need had built to the point that all TJ could do was whimper and
babble, Grandpa began to slowly lick up and down the young shaft, enjoying
the feel of the engorged veins as they crossed his tongue.  TJ panted for
breath and hissed his desire as Grandpa slipped a hand under the hot, young
scrotum and rolled the testicles in the palm of his hand.  Supporting the
scrotum, rolling the testicles and squeezing them for effect, Grandpa
allowed his middle finger to stroke the perineum, eliciting more pleading
whimpers.  When Grandpa thought the boy was lost in his own lust and need,
he slipped his forefinger further back and teased the boy's anal ring.  TJ
wanted to jump, but Grandpa clamped down on the young shaft, preventing any
movement.  As TJ reached for the older man's shoulders to brace himself,
Grandpa hummed, the vibrations intensifying TJ's pleas.  Grandpa smiled.
Evan also smiled as he watched Grandpa work his youthful 'victim'.

"Grandpa?" TJ whined.  "Please . . .oooohhh gaaahd . . . mmmmmpppphh
. . .aaaahhh . .  .uunngh . . .uunngh . . .AAAHHHH!"  TJ cried out as
Grandpa took the boy's pole down his throat in one, quick lunge.

Evan smiled and leaned forward to his lover.  Placing a hand on each of
TJ's shoulders, Evan pulled him forward for a passionate kiss.  TJ
continued to whimper as Grandpa again hummed and then swallowed, then
hummed . . . and swallowed.  Two fingers slipped into TJ's anal opening and
curved into a hook, TJ could go nowhere as the fingers flexed in a scissors
movement.  TJ reached to his lover and pinched his nipples; Evan whimpered
into TJ's mouth.  Grandpa smiled as he felt Evan's thrusts become more
intense.

To a boy lover, such as Grandpa, there was nothing better than the sounds
of youth in heat, working for relief and pleasure.  TJ and Evan had long
ago proven their ability to both go into heat with only a thought, and to
seek relief with abandon.  Grandpa was in boy-lover's heaven as he listened
to the chorus of whimpers and whines, accented with thrusts into his throat
by TJ while Evan pressed ever harder and harder into Grandpa's butt crack.
Grandpa did feel a little guilty about not letting Evan penetrate him and
feel the well-trained anal muscles milk him dry, but Grandpa always had a
minor problem with inserting into his mouth, something that had just been
pulled out of his butt.

The key to attaining the much needed relief for the boys was Evan.  Grandpa
listened to his whimpering and judged how close the boy was to his own
nirvana.  The closer Evan got to the goal, the more stimulus Grandpa
applied to TJ's pole, testicles and ass.  Both boys were now secured into a
lip-lock, smothering their sounds of passion from those in the next room.
Their lean bodies were coated in a light sheen of sweat mixed with the
aroma of youth and raw sex.  Both boys twisted, pulled and mauled the other
boy's nipples.  The stimulation of a mixture of pain and pleasure
originating at the nipples caused each boy to reciprocate.  Finally, it was
too much.

Evan broke the kiss with his lover and began panting and grunting as his
young body shot volley after volley up Grandpa's back.  When Grandpa
recognized the signs, he used his throat muscles to push TJ over the edge.
Both boys whimpered and held onto one another as TJ shot what he thought
had to be, not only a big load of boy juice down Grandpa's throat, but TJ
would have sworn his balls had shot out at the same time.

Collapsing into one another's arms, the boys panted and fought to get
enough air to fill their lungs and restore a normal breathing pattern.
Both boys smiled and laughed as they panted, knowing they had just been
treated to pleasures only Grandpa could give them.  Grandpa lay still,
letting the boys recover before he spoke.  After a few minutes, he deemed
them ready.

"You pups ready to trade places and go again.  This time, TJ, you don't
ride the crack, you stick it in and let this old man show you what a set of
good trained muscles can do for ya."

                                           * * * *

The younger boys were being held by the ladies who were the boys'
self-appointed grannies.  It wasn't unusual to see one or more of the boys
being held just a little too tightly for the boy's comfort, but during this
session, all of the boys were just sitting in the ladies laps.  The ladies
contented themselves with gently rubbing their hands over the boys and
giving them a love pat on their little bottoms.

"What did you see at Sea World?" One of the ladies asked Ryan.

"Fishes," Ryan answered with emotion and then got excited.  "We seen some
really big, big fishes.  The people that took care of the fishes let us
feed 'em, too."

"What did you feed the big fishes?"

"Little fishes."  Ryan's answer was so simple and matter-of-fact that the
adults couldn't avoid laughing.  Ryan smiled, knowing he had done or said
something to please the adults, but unsure exactly what it was.

"Yeah, and Mr. Dan'l said when we go back after lunch that we get to swim
with the fishes, too," Danny added to Ryan's commentary.

"Swim with the fish?  Do you mean really jump in the water and swim?" One
of the men egged the boys on.

"Yeah!  And Mr. Dan'l, he said we get to go snor'ling with 'em, too."
Danny added.

"I think you mean snorkeling," One of the men corrected Danny and then
asked, "Do you know what snorkeling is?"

"Uh-huh.  It's when we get to put on a mask to see through and then we suck
on a piece of pipe that they stick in our mouth.  They said it lets us
breathe under water.  But I never done it before.  Sean said he'd go with
me so I don't get hurt."  At the mention of his name, Sean turned and
smiled at the people gathered around the table where Danny sat.  "We's
gonna be water-babies, the man said."

"Water-babies?  What's a water-baby?" Danny's 'granny' asked.

"That means we get ta swim with the fishes and stuff and we get ta be
naked, too.  They said we was young enough that it was okay."

"Is that what you want to do?  Swim naked?"  Danny just nodded like
everyone should know that was the best way to swim.

"You know what, that sounds like fun, Danny," One of the gentlemen
commented.  "I can remember when we were kids, we used to go down by the
river and skinny dip.  We had a rope hangin' from one of the trees.  We'd
grab hold of it and swing out over the river, hollerin' a Tarzan yell at
the top of our lungs.  Sometimes we'd challenge each other on different
kinds of dives.  I remember more than once doing a belly flop; boy did
those things ever sting."  All the men laughed with the speaker,
remembering.

"Yep, skinny dippin' was fun.  If I was to try that now, those poor old
fish would take one look at this body and wonder what they did wrong."  All
of the adults continued to laugh.  The boys laughed with them, but tried to
not be too obvious about it.  They didn't want the adults to know that most
of the boys would make similar jokes after serving lunch to the seniors.
The boys also swore that they would never let their bodies get in that kind
of shape.

Daniel watched all of the boys.  The young ones were either being
entertained or doing the entertaining, depending on your perspective.  The
four older boys stayed on the move, either serving dishes to the seniors or
removing dishes from those that had finished their meal.  Occasionally, one
of the older boys would be touched by a senior, stop and speak to that
person.  Daniel could tell the seniors were joking or paying the boy a
compliment by the boy's smile or his blush.  Daniel admired the patience
and respect the boys showed the seniors; so did the seniors.

The door opened.  Daniel heard it and looked over to see TJ and Evan
emerge.  Grandpa stayed in the room, sitting in his wheelchair.  The first
thing Daniel noticed was how strained the boys appeared.  He knew why and
couldn't avoid a slight smile.  The other boys also knew why TJ and Evan
looked tired.  Quickly, the boys began to exchange knowing looks followed
by subdued and not so subdued giggles.  TJ and Evan would be the center of
attention at camp tonight.

"Mr. Dan'l," TJ approached Daniel, "Grandpa said he'd like to talk to you
for a minute, if you don't mind."

"Of course I don't mind TJ.  Why don't you and Evan help the other boys
finish up and then we'll head back to join the others."  Daniel started to
walk off and then turned back, unable to resist.

"Uh, TJ, you and Evan take it easy now, okay?  We wouldn't want the two of
you straining.  Alright?"  Both boys grinned and blushed as they turned
away.

While Daniel walked towards Grandpa, Daniel could see the man looking
across the room.  Daniel didn't need to turn to know what, or who, the man
was watching.  As Daniel reached the door, Grandpa moved his chair aside
and motioned for Daniel to come in.  Grandpa closed the door.

"Grandpa, we may have to start putting a time limit on those boys' visit.
It seems every time they visit here, when they leave they are worn out,"
Daniel commented with a smile.

"Well, you know how it is Daniel.  This younger generation just hasn't
learned how to pace themselves to derive the maximum pleasures.  However, I
can assure you that I am doing my best to instruct them on both pacing
themselves, and deriving the maximum pleasures."

"Oh, I have no doubt about that.  It seems to me that every time those boys
visit, you look ten years younger when the lessons end." Grandpa looked at
Daniel and smiled.  His tone of voice then became serious.

"Daniel, is Arthur with you?"

"No; at least, not here.  He did come to the resort to help with the boys,
but he received a call this morning related to the last suit freeing a
number of the boys.  We haven't communicated since he left for Tampa."
Grandpa nodded and then was quiet.  Daniel could tell the man was
contemplating something.

"The timing isn't quite what I hoped for, but there's nothing I can do
about that.  You know my background, and you know that I still maintain
many contacts.  Those contacts have advised me that the call to Arthur was
related to the settlement offer the court ordered the state to construct.
I don't now all the details.  All I have been told is that it will shadow
the goals you hoped to reach with your program.  The meeting Arthur is
attending is a conference to allow the judge to encourage both sides to
agree on the proposed settlement before it is submitted for approval or
announced to the public."  Grandpa paused and studied Daniel for a
reaction; there was none.  Grandpa moved his wheelchair towards a dresser
and opened the top drawer.

"Daniel, I have a package for you.  It contains much of the information you
have been seeking.  We tried to make the necessary tie-ins at critical
points in time, going back prior to the time that your own father had you
enslaved.  You've been around long enough to understand that when you
follow the timeline, things come together just a little too conveniently
sometimes.  This package will underscore that perception."  Grandpa removed
a thick folder from the drawer and handed it to Daniel.

Daniel studied Grandpa's expression and tried to interpret the man's words,
his tone of voice and his movements.  Grandpa was a professional's
professional and remained stoic.  Daniel sat in a chair and opened the
folder.  After studying the contents, he looked up at Grandpa.

"This information confirms what we thought months ago.  Are we certain on
it's validity?"

"As certain as anyone can be.  I won't lie to you, Daniel, and I'm not
going to understate what it took to construct that data.  I called in a lot
of favors.  Study the documents and you'll see data related to accounts
that are not normally available to anyone.  Those are offshore accounts
protected by national and international laws."

"Should I ask how you obtained this information?"  Grandpa smiled and
slowly shook his head.

"Just feel comfortable that it is accurate.  Look at some of those names
involved with those offshore corporations and you'll understand why I'm
telling you to use the information very carefully.  A lot of guilty people
could get what they have coming to them, but a lot of innocent people could
also suffer."

"Grandpa, I'm not sure what I should say at the moment.  This is beyond
words."

"Words aren't necessary, Daniel.  You, and your friends, just keep pushing
for the goals you set when you began and that is all the thanks that I, and
all others who helped construct that file, could ask for.  Protect the
children, Daniel.  Keep pushing and make the people see that there are some
prices that are just too high."

Daniel nodded his understanding and then sat in the chair trying to decide
what, or if, he should share his information with Grandpa.  Daniel decided
he should at least give the information to the gentleman and let him decide
what, if anything, could be shared.

"A moment ago you mentioned that sometimes things can come together just a
little too conveniently.  I've been curious about something for several
months now.  Every once in a while I'd start thinking about it, and then
something else would come up and I'd let the thoughts slip to the back of
my mind.  Then, a few weeks ago, something happened that piqued my
curiosity again.  Let me show you something."  Daniel opened the envelope,
removed the two enhanced pictures, and handed them to Grandpa.

Grandpa, at first, looked at Daniel curiously.  When Daniel handed him the
two pictures, Grandpa viewed one, then the other.  Grandpa looked over at
Daniel without lifting his head, and then back to the pictures.  After
studying the pictures for a few minutes, he put them together, face to
face, and lay them in his lap.

"Interesting pictures," Grandpa commented, dryly.  "May I ask where you got
them?"

"They're computer enhanced images from a couple of photographs I had.  As
you said, sometimes things can be too convenient, and I was curious."
Daniel continued to look at the older man, paused a moment, and then
continued.  "No one has seen them, or knows about them, other than the two
of us, Captain Jackson, and the tech he had working on them.  They would
mean nothing to the tech, who is sworn to secrecy as a part of his job."

Without further discussion, Grandpa replaced the photos in the manila
envelope and sealed it closed.  Rising from his wheelchair, Grandpa walked
uncertainly over to the dresser and opened the drawer.  He then turned and
looked at Daniel, who understood the unspoken question and nodded his
consent.  The envelope was placed in the drawer, and the drawer closed.
Grandpa then walked slowly over to a chair next to Daniel and sat.

"A long time ago, I was married.  I wasn't in the same profession then; I
was a local guy working for the feds.  All the intelligence stuff required
that the person be free of familial obligations, so that left me out."
Grandpa spoke slowly, deliberately.  He glanced at Daniel occasionally, but
mostly, looked at the floor or the wall or nowhere, lost in thought and
memories.

"There's no secret between me and you that I'm a boy-lover.  Always have
been.  Back in those days though, you didn't dare do anything to suggest
those proclivities; if you did, instant ostracization.  It's a shame that
people had to live their whole lives as a lie.  Even today, when things are
so much more open, if you're a boy-lover, not a boy-molester, but a true
boy-lover, you must continue the lie.

"Her name was Elise.  She wasn't what you'd call beautiful in a physical
sense, but she was a good looker and had a heart of gold.  I had no doubt
that she loved me with her whole being.  I loved her too, but I wasn't
truly in love with her.  I made the choice that family and society expected
of all men, and we married.  I can't say I was unhappy, because I wasn't;
but there was always that emptiness in me.  Anyway, Elise and I had a baby,
a little girl.  To me, she was a very special little girl.  We always joked
around and called her my shadow.  She was definitely a daddy's girl."
Grandpa smile and laughed a little as he told of his special daughter.

"One day, it all hit the fan.  I can't say I was surprised or that anyone
was the blame but me.  There was a family that lived next door that had a
boy; he was about thirteen at the time.  He was a good looking boy with
light brown hair and hazel eyes that always seemed to dance with a hint of
mischief.  One day I caught him hiding in my garage.  He was stark naked
and had managed to get hold of some magazines I had stashed out there.  The
magazines were of nudist camps and a couple came from Europe and pictured
gay porn.  Kind of rare back in those days.  This kid was reading one of
the gay porn magazines and I caught him jackin' away.  When I saw him I
stayed quiet and just watched.  I'd forgotten how good it felt when you
were just entering puberty and you could bring those special feelings on.
He had this special glow about him when he reached his climax.  God, he was
beautiful!"  Grandpa paused again and smiled as he remembered.

"Poor kid was scared to death when he opened his eyes and saw me standing
there.  His clothes weren't even close enough for him to grab something to
cover himself.  I told him to settle down, that no one was going to hurt
him and handed him his clothes.  I had to laugh, then and many times
afterward with the memory, as he stuttered and tried to make up some story
that what he was doin' wasn't what I thought he was doin'.  I had to look
at him and tell him there was no mistaking what he had been doing.

"We talked for a little bit and I told him not to worry; his secret was
safe.  He promised not to tell anyone about my little stash of magazines.
Over the next several months I knew he was going into my garage and reading
the magazines and beating off; he did it almost every day.  Sometimes, I
went out there when I knew I could catch him.  In time, he came over at a
regular time, stripped and started reading.  I'd join him and I'd be the
one giving him pleasure.  At first, I just massaged his rather small tool;
eventually his tool became a source of delectable delight for me.

"I should have known he was too young to realize the seriousness of what we
were doing.  He said something to a friend, who told another friend, who
told his parents, who told the boy's parents.  It was the basis for the
divorce.  To avoid charges, I had to agree to never contact my child or
even go within sight of her.  To keep my promise, I joined the intelligence
group and asked for an assignment overseas.  Sometime after the move, Elise
told our daughter that I'd died."  Grandpa became quiet and stared at the
floor.  Daniel wasn't sure what to say, when Grandpa suddenly looked up.

"Daniel, you understand that I would never do anything to hurt any of the
boys.  TJ and Evan mean everything to me."

"And you to them.  If they ever found out that I came here without them,
I'd hate to think of the attitudes I'd have to endure, and for how long."
Daniel laughed.

"I understand that Jeremy saw his natural parents."

"A couple of weeks ago.  He hasn't talked about it much, but he returned
home with Arthur."

"So he's made his choice to stay with Arthur and Linda and be their son?"
Daniel shrugged his shoulders.

"That's just it, he hasn't really said what he wants to do.  I think he's
still a little gun shy about accepting a family.  He feels secure at New
Horizons and doesn't have to make a choice, or take a chance on being hurt
again."

"Hmmmm," Grandpa said as he nodded his head, thinking.  "Is the boy here?
I'd like to see him if I may."

"Since when have you had to ask permission to see any of the boys?" Daniel
responded, smiling.  He proceeded towards the door to find Jeremy.  When
Daniel opened the door, Jeremy was standing just a few feet away.

"Can I see Grandpa?"  Daniel stepped aside for the boy to enter.

Jeremy stepped into the room.  He stopped three steps inside and looked at
Grandpa; man and boy exchanged smiles.  Jeremy quickly walked to Grandpa
and wrapped his arms around the older man.

"How you doin' kid?"

"Fine," Jeremy answered.  "Grandpa, I saw my real mom and dad.  I told 'em
I couldn't go back.  I told 'em I couldn't be the little boy they knew; he
was gone."

"So, what are you going to do now?"  Jeremy shrugged his shoulders and
moved back to face Grandpa.

"Jeremy, sometimes you have to take a chance.  I understand you might be
afraid of getting hurt again, but you can't run.  You must decide what is
best for you, what it is that you want.  It seems to me that having a
loving mom and dad at home, everyday, would mean a lot."

"I know, but that's not why I asked to see you.  I wanted to say thanks.  I
don't think I ever said how much it meant when you came to see me and just
held me.  I know I couldn't see you and never understood why you wanted me
to be blindfolded."

"I asked for the blindfold because I was worried if you saw how old I was,
you'd be frightened, and that was the last thing I wanted."  Grandpa lied,
but he knew he couldn't tell the boy the real reason.  Grandpa opened his
arms.

Jeremy moved into the man's arms; he enjoyed the familiar feeling.

                                           * * * *

Daniel's cell phone rang as he and the boys were returning to Sea World.
He recognized the number as Colin's.

"Daniel, the people here at Sea World have been asking for you.  They want
some of the boys to appear as Cherubs."

"Why?"

"It seems that a number of people recognized the boys from all the
television appearances and are asking for them.  The management said if the
boys can appear as Cherubs, then he'll arrange to have them as the guests
in the shows they do.  They believe the public will enjoy it, the boys will
have fun, and it should be good for your program."

"Got it.  We'll be there in about fifteen minutes."  Daniel ended the call
and turned to the boys.

"Guys, don't change your clothes.  The management at Sea World wants you to
be the guests in their shows, as Cherubs."

"But, Mr. Dan'l, won't that be against their dress code?  I mean, we show a
lotta skin?"

"What's wrong, Isaac?  Are you turning modest on us?"

"No, sir," Isaac answered laughing and blushing, "I just don't want ta get
us in any trouble.  Do we get ta swim with the dolphins, too?"  Daniel
smiled and shrugged his shoulders.

"How we gonna swim with dolphins dressed like Cherubs?" Sean asked.

"How do we normally swim, dork?" Jacob asked, teasing.

"NAKED!" Danny hollered out.

"We'll see, boys.  Don't worry, we'll work it out."

Daniel parked the van in the reserved space within the fifteen minutes he
had estimated.  Colin stood waiting, accompanied by two men that Daniel
assumed were part of management.  When Daniel exited the van, followed by
the Cherubs, the two men smiled and extended a hand to Daniel.

Daniel's cell phone rang again.  He recognized the number as Arthur's.
Daniel motioned for the boys to follow Colin.

"Boys, this is Mr. Gordon with Sea World.  He's asked for you to make an
appearance as Cherubs.  He also has a proposal for you."  Colin then looked
to Mr. Gordon and took a step back.

"Boys, we have received a number of requests from visitors today to see the
Cherubs.  While you left to handle other obligations, your friends have
remained here and were recognized by many of our visitors.  Now, what I
would like to propose to you is that you not only make an appearance as the
Cherubs, but participate in our remaining shows today.  I'm assuming that
all of you can swim?"

"Mr. Gordon, we can all swim, including the little ones, but we didn't
bring any swim suits."  The boys didn't want to tell the gentleman that
they didn't own any swim suits.

"My understanding is that you don't worry with swim suits back home,"
Gordon answered with a slight smile.  The boys' smile confirmed the
statement.

"During our shows, we normally pick a couple of people to swim with the
dolphins and a couple of the small Orcas.  That's what you would be doing.
The little ones can be our water-babies and they don't need a suit.  Who
ever saw a Cherub in any painting or sculpture wearing clothes, anyway?

"You older boys could be mermen.  Some of our staff normally take those
roles and you would work with them.  Have any of you ever seen our mermen?"

"Only in the pictures we see around the park, sir," TJ answered.  "Do they
really swim with those fish costumes?"

"That they do, son.  The costume is really a two piece suit, a top and a
bottom.  What we were thinking is that our regular people will be mermen in
the two-piece suits; you boys will wear the bottom parts only and be
merboys, so to speak.  Quite honestly, all of you appear to be in excellent
physical condition and have beautiful tans.  We think the audience would
like to see your natural beauty."

"Mr. Gordon," Jeremy spoke up, "how long does it take ta learn ta swim in
one of those fish suits?"  The way Jeremy asked the question, together with
his expressions of concern, made everyone laugh.

"The only difference is instead of moving your legs in a scissors fashion,
you move them together.  We won't put you in the pool alone.  Each of you
would be assigned to an experienced man who will make sure you're safe.
Are you game?"  All the boys smiled and nodded their heads.

Daniel sat in the bleachers with Colin, a couple of Captain Jackson's men,
and the rest of the boys.  When the Cherubs were introduced, there was a
big cheer led by the boys.  Danny spotted Daniel in the bleachers and
refused to settle down until Daniel stood and waved to the boy.  The emcee
explained the changes to their program and the boys were sent off to change
into costumes, or remove their costumes in the case of the little ones.
The boys had spent an hour with park employees learning how to use the
underwater air hoses and practiced in the swim costumes.

Danny, Ryan and Ian, in all their natural beauty, ran onto the set and
waved to all.  The people oooed and ahhhed and cheered the boys on.  The
older boys entered the show area being pulled by the dolphins.  Daniel lost
track of the plot, if there ever was one, and concentrated on watching the
peoples' reactions to the boys.  More than one child wanted to swim naked
like the boys in the pool.  Many compliments on the boys' beauty were
heard.

The boys swam and dove.  They enjoyed being tossed around in the water by
the dolphins.  Danny never stopped screaming his delight; nor did Ryan and
Ian.  Daniel knew that neither Mickey, Chip and Dale, nor any of the other
mascots would be able to compete at the night's campfire with nine Cherubs
that were part of the big show.

End Chapter Ninety.
To Be Continued

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