Date: Mon, 11 Jul 2005 02:26:29 EDT
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Subject: Simon The Backpacker 33

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SIMON THE BACKPACKER - Part 33
By 'The Colonel


I got back to my hotel just in time for dinner and turned in for an early
night, (the sea air had got to me) looking forward to meeting Brian the
following day.

As I woke I could hear the rain beating on the window and for the moment
could not remember where I was.  Then I realised that today could be one of
the biggest days of my life.  I was about to meet a cousin who I did not
know existed, who was nearly forty years younger than me and whose father
had asked me to `keep an eye' on him until he was old enough to look after
himself.  Tragically cousin Brian was also blind.

I showered, shaved and dressed and went down to a full English breakfast,
which was cooked to perfection and really set me up for the day.  I had
arranged to meet Mr. Makepeace at 10.30 and he would take me to meet Brian
and his carers.

I returned to my room and packed my bag, then I paid my bill and left the
hotel, taking a taxi to the solicitor's office.

Mr Makepeace came out of his office promptly at 10.30 and we set off in his
car.

We stopped outside a small detached house in a cul-de-sac.  The front
garden was immaculately kept and the house looked to be in excellent
repair.  The front door was answered by a woman in late middle-age wearing
a floral dress covered by a large wrap-around apron; the sort that I
thought had disappeared in the 1950s.  She welcomed us and Mr. Makepeace
introduced her as Mrs. Mortimer, `But please call me Molly', she said,
`everybody does'.  She took us into a clean and tidy sitting room and said
that Brian would be down momentarily, he was just getting dressed.  She
told us that Brian liked the freedom of wearing as little as possible,
preferably nothing at all, and that he had been the same since he was a
toddler.  Her husband Mike, she said, was out at work but if we needed to
see him she would telephone him and he would come home directly.

As I sat in the armchair and made myself comfortable I was aware of a
movement behind me.  I turned round and I truly thought I had died and gone
to heaven for there, in the doorway, stood the closest approximation to an
angel that I could possibly have imagined.

Brian was short for his age, around 5'2", but he was perfectly in
proportion.  Starting from the top, he had a thick mop of golden hair (not
blond, definitely golden) which was cut a little above his shoulders and
was slightly unruly.  His face, like the rest of his body, was fairly dark
skinned which, I assumed, he got from Maori blood in his mother's family,
and he had the most amazing green eyes.  Unlike many blind people whose
eyes are rather lacklustre and unseeing, his eyes looked full of life and
it was very difficult to believe that he could not see through them.  He
had a cute turned-up nose and dark luscious lips the colour of milk
chocolate, and a neatly chiselled chin.  His shapely neck sat on square,
but not muscular shoulders which tapered to a narrow waist with just a tiny
hint of fat around his belly, as though his puppy fat had not quite yet
disappeared.  He was wearing just a tee shirt and shorts (I remember
thinking how well he would fit in with `my boys') and his arms and legs
were slim with a downy covering of fine golden hair.  His fingers were
quite short, (but definitely not stubby) and similarly with his feet, his
toes were also quite short, but very beautiful.  In fact, beautiful was the
word to describe him as a whole.  He was not pretty.  He was not handsome.
He was beautiful.

Molly said to him `Come in, Brian, and meet your cousin, he's sitting in
the first armchair.  Brian came in and stood directly in front of me,
holding out his hand and said `Hello, I'm Brian'.  I took his hand and
shook it.  I could hardly speak I felt so emotional, but I cleared my
throat and managed to say `Hi Brian, I'm you cousin Bob'.

`I'm so pleased to meet you' said Brian `Dad told me a little about you and
he thought quite a lot of you.  I gather you're going to keep an eye on me
for the next few years.'  I told him that I would be delighted to keep an
eye on him and that I had possibilities in mind for the future, but that I
would discuss these with him after I had spoken to Mr Makepeace and to
Molly and Mike.

`Brian sees with his fingers.' said Molly `Would you mind if he felt your
face, that way he can `see' what you look like.  I told them I'd be
delighted.  I opened my legs so he could come close to me, then put my
hands on his slim waist and pulled him towards me.

He placed his hands on the top of my head and slowly brought them down over
my face, feeling each of my features in turn as he worked his way downwards
over my face with his beautifully soft touch.  Then he moved on to my neck
and down to my shoulders.  `They told me that you were in your fifties' he
said `but you feel younger to me and your skin is nice and soft.'  I
thanked him for the compliment.  `It's great to know you, cousin Bob' he
said and hugged me.  I returned the hug and told him that it was a real
pleasure to meet him and that I was looking forward to getting to know him
better.

Just then his tutor arrived and we were introduced.  He was a young,
handsome man named Guy and I could see immediately that there was a great
rapport between Brian and him.  They were obviously great friends as well
as tutor and pupil.

I said to Brian that I was only on a flying visit and that I would be back
in a week or two to outline my plans for the future after I had sorted
things out.  We hugged again and said our good-byes and he went upstairs
with Guy.

Molly said that she would telephone Mick as they had something that they
wanted to discuss with me and with Mr Makepeace, but I suggested that we
could meet up with Mike during his lunch break and perhaps we could have a
meal together.  Molly thought this a good idea and phoned to see what time
Mike would be free.  His lunch break was at noon and Mr Makepeace said he
did not have to be back in the office until 2.30, so we set off to meet
Mike.  He was a prison warder at Parkhurst and we picked him up outside the
prison and drove to a restaurant nearby.

Over lunch (my treat) Mike explained that he was due for early retirement
in a couple of months and that, although they thought the world Brian and
loved him very much, they felt the time had come when they wanted to be
alone, with no responsibilities and relax a little.  He explained that
although Brian was impeccably behaved and was no trouble at all, he was
still a heavy responsibility and, heart-wrenching though it would be, the
asked us if we could find alternative carers for him until he was of an age
to look after himself.  They told me that they had discussed this with
Brian and that he quite understood their situation, but was, of course, a
little apprehensive about his future.

I was gobsmacked!  I had already decided that I wanted cousin Brian to come
and live with me, not for any reason other than that I felt it my duty to
take care of him, after all, he was part of the family.  I could not deny
that he was beautiful, and that I was attracted to him, but these facts did
not influence my decision to any great extent (alas I cannot say that they
didn't influence me at all).

I explained to them that I was already guardian to 15-year-old twins and
that I thought it might well be possible for him to come and live with us,
but that I would have to sound out the boys first and make sure that Brian
was willing to move away from the island.  And then there was the problem
of tutoring.

Molly said that Guy had come from the mainland especially to tutor Brian
and that he would probably be willing to move back to the mainland to carry
on his job.  He was only living in rented accommodation so it would be no
great upheaval for him.

I left matters in the hands of Mr. Makepeace as regards tutoring and told
Molly and Mike that I would speak to Brian when I next came to the island,
but said that if he became anxious about his future they could tell him
that there was a strong possibility that he would be coming to live with me
and that I was making the necessary arrangements.

I left the island late in the afternoon and arrived home mid-evening to a
house full of naked men and boys eating pizza and playing Trivial Pursuit.
They asked me how my trip had gone and what my legacy was.

`I am now the proud owner of The Hermitage Centre for Naturism on the Isle
of Wight.  There was a brief silence then everybody laughed.

`No, seriously' said Simon `what was it?'

`I've told you' I said, `It's a sort of nudist holiday camp with a private
beach' I said

`Oh, boy' said Ben `When can we go and visit?'

I laughed and told them that we could go to the island soon and everybody
could see what I had inherited.  `I have also sort of inherited a cousin as
well' I told them and explained about Brian and his situation and sounded
them out as regards the possibility of his coming to live with us.  The
twins were immediately enthusiastic and asked me all about him, what he
looked like, what his hobbies were and how he coped with his blindness.

I gave them as much information as possible and both of the twins said they
would be delighted to have him live with us, as did Simon, so the only
person we had to consult now was Jason who was running the pub with Ray
that night.

Jason was more than willing to have another teenager around the house and
all four of them promised to help him out when necessary.

`I don't suppose he's gay?' said Bill, voicing a subject which we had all
pondered.

`I have no idea' I replied.  `That's a subject that we must let Brian
broach'

A few days later I had a call from Mr. Makepeace to tell me that Guy, the
tutor, would be more than willing to return to the mainland and continue
tutoring Brian and that Mollie and Mike had discussed the situation further
and, subject to Brian's approval, they were more than happy for him to come
to me.

I told the twins that I would be visiting the island for a long weekend
soon and asked them whether they would like to come with me.  They jumped
at the chance `But only if we can stay at the nudist colony' said Ben.

`OK,' I said, `It's a deal'

Life continued pretty much as usual for the next ten days with no visitors
and nothing new in our daily lives.

After Noble Club on the Thursday evening, when the boys renewed their
acquaintance with our friend Horse, I told them to get their bags packed;
we were going to the island the following morning.  I had telephoned Tony,
their father, and the school to let everyone know what was going on.

Five minutes later the boys reappeared with a single small holdall.  `Will
there be enough in there for four days?' I asked.

`Well,' said Bill `We are going to be naked for most of the time so we
don't need much'.

I couldn't fault their reasoning, so I sent them off to bed, telling them
that they had a long day in front of them tomorrow.



The Colonel

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