Date: Sun, 09 Sep 2001 01:08:10 -0400
From: LJB <readersstop@netscape.net>
Subject: To Fulfill a Prophesy Section 51 (LJB)(MM BB Bb 1st anal oral teen1b
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The following is a pure work of fiction and is the property of the author.
If you are looking to get off quick, read something else.  This story is
presented in serial form and you'll read a lot of background, before you
get any mind-blowing sex scenes.  If you are bothered by same sex
relationships, read no farther.

This is a story about the interaction of males with each other in a
fanciful setting.  It's a story with some sex, not sex with some story.

Thanks to those who are encouraging me to continue with the presentation of
this series.

I do not usually acknowledge e-mails, instead using my time to write.
I do appreciate hearing from you.
Hope that you continue enjoying the story.       LJB

To Fulfill a Prophesy


Section 51


Dale - Thursday afternoon

I really haven't missed the kids while they've been away.  Granted it was
less hectic than when they are in residence and dinner times were a lot
quieter with just three of us sitting at the table, sometimes at a loss for
conversation after spending the whole day in proximity to each other, but I
am really not normally that involved with them that their absence makes any
difference to me.  It was nice not having my day interrupted all the time
by questions from Denny, or favours for Davey.  It was only to be expected
I looked for them at the Dojo, forgetting briefly they wouldn't be there
and even feeling slightly disappointed in remembering.  In the pool, I just
naturally look around to see where each of them is and that they are safe,
even when they aren't there.

Driving home from Head Office, I sometimes wondered what the boys had done
while we were away and then would remember they hadn't been there while we
were gone.  I only phoned twice to see if Denny wanted to go somewhere with
me, before I thought that he wasn't there.  I called Kevin from the office
one day to see if he was up for a tennis match when I got home, then
suddenly knew he wasn't there.  I was a little surprised with myself when
at breakfast yesterday morning I though how great it would be to have them
there the next morning.  Jason really missed them, but I didn't miss the
kids while they've been away.

When Anson drove in Thursday afternoon and they all unloaded from the van,
Denny spotted me over by the garage, just checking on some items and
started running to me.  It was only natural I too ran to him and when we
met he launched himself at me in a flying leap.  I caught him and swung him
around as his arms locked around my neck and he kissed me on the cheek.

"Gee, Dale."  he said.  "I've really missed you."

"Is that right, little man," I asked, "have you been away ?"  He just
squeezed me tighter and I hugged him back.  I boosted him over my shoulder,
like a sack of lumpy potatoes and carried him back to where the vehicles
were being unloaded.

Each of the travelers came over to me, shook my hand and gave me a hug,
including Anson and Ted.  Denny, still slung over my shoulder, started
telling me about all their adventures and I knew with the familiar tones of
his voice in my ears, they had truly returned.


Tim Wright - Thursday afternoon

It seems to be a rule my life runs in peaks and valleys.  As I sit here in
the airport, waiting for my flight to be called, I can't help thinking back
to the low when my lover left, the high when I found Kevin and then the low
of losing him.  Another high when I was reunited with him that has lasted
these weeks and now this has to happen.  I know it isn't right to feel
sorry for myself, when the real tragedy in this is my brother, Doug, but I
am really at a loss as to what I am going to do now.  How can I face losing
Kevin ?

Doug and my nephew are my only living family.  It had just been the two of
us when I was 15 and Dougie was 21.  After Mom died, I lived with him until
I went to College.  I had been there when Matthew was born, when Karen his
wife died and while he struggled to look after the three of us.  When I
went to school, I returned often to help out as much as I could.  He was
well established by then, his law practice flourished and Matthew was well
looked after, with his Dad making him the most important part of his life.
Now Matthew was six and Doug at 31 was dying.  My big, strong brother who
had always been there for me was going to die.

I felt a tear roll down my cheek.  I wasn't the first.  The night he told
me, I had cried endlessly laying in bed.  He had come into the room and sat
on the side of the bed stroking my hair.  There I was crying, with him
reassuring me, everything would be all right.  He wanted me to raise
Matthew.  I told him about Kevin and my relationship with him and he still
wanted me to raise Matthew.  He told me, I was a good man and I was the
only person he would ever trust to raise his son.  What else could I do.  I
told him I would.

Now I had to return to Kevin and the family and tell them I had to leave.
I knew Kevin could not come with me.  I knew raising Matthew in the midst
of all the special boys I had come to care about so much in such a short
time was not likely an option.  The only clear answer was to leave behind
the special place I had the great fortune of being accepted into and the
person with whom I had planned to spend the rest of my life.  It was my
responsibility to care for Matthew and I owed Doug everything.

My flight was called and I realized that in a couple days my life had again
fallen into the depths of one of my very low valleys.


Jason - Thursday night

"Well, that's the most enthusiasm you've shown all week."  I told him.
"What got you so excited ?"

"It must have been my other boy friend coming home this afternoon."  he
answered.  "I didn't think I had missed him, but when he hugged and kissed
me, I felt like part of me had just been put back in place."

"It's almost funny."  I commented.  "Here we are two healthy, horny, 26
year old, experienced men and the best sex we have all week is the night we
know a little 8 year old boy is safely tucked in bed, sound asleep on the
floor above us.  Would you ever have believed it ?"

"No."  Dale replied.  "And I'm not even sure how it snuck up on us, but it
certainly has."  Still embedded deeply in me, he started to move slowly,
again stroking across my prostate, causing me to harden and extend in his
hand.

His other hand swept slowly across my back, stimulating my senses with the
lightness of his touch.  His hips thrust rhythmically as his big, solid
shaft raped my prostate time and again.  His hand on my shaft had begun a
steady beat in time with his thrusting and I could feel the stirring of a
second load simmering in my testes.

"Not `til I tell you, little man."  he instructed me and I knew he was
going to make me wait.  I reached back and rubbed my hand over his smooth,
firm, butt cheek, thinking how wonderful it would be to have my lips and
tongue exploring it and the mysteries hidden within its crease.  My hand
rode his hip as it rocked forward and back, moving him inside of me with
that steady beat.

His hand left my back and reaching over my shoulder found my nipple and
twisted it, causing a gentle pain that warmed me and caused me to thrust my
hips back to him.  His foot caught my shins and in one powerful move, he
rolled me forward from my side onto my stomach, so he was above me, still
pounding into my ass without missing a beat.  The hand holding my rod urged
me up onto my knees while he rode into me and he knelt behind me, his
strokes becoming powerful and deep.  He was reaching my very core.  His
hand was again stroking my shaft at an increased pace and I started to moan
and groan as the effort to contain my load caused me to tighten my butt
cheeks.

"You hold on now, boy."  he instructed and I knew above all my needs, I
wanted to obey his instruction.  I tightened every part of me, reinforcing
the dam which contained my flood from bursting through.  He was riding me
so hard, I was being pushed up against the head of the bed, but it felt so
wonderful, I didn't care where I was headed.

"Get ready, Jason."  he guided me.  "We're going to hit the top of the
mountain any second."  I strained and tightened until there was just
nothing left.  "Now, my love, you are mine" he roared, releasing his
control on me as his shaft buried completely into me and deposited his sap
while mine flew wildly across my body and the bed sheets below me.  We
collapsed together, panting and gasping as we tried to regain our senses in
small bits and pieces.  As I slowly found my voice had returned, I
responded.

"Forever."  I gasped.

Later, I made an observation, "Denny is just going to have to go away, so
he can come back more often."


Brian Taylor - Friday morning

To most people I guess I have led a very sheltered life.  This is the first
time ever I could remember opening my eyes and wondering first thing,
`Where am I ?'.  Maybe I'm wrong, but I always imagine most gay guys,
before they are 20, have done that.  But this was my first time.  I knew I
was in bed, I was naked and I had no idea where I was.  Slowly, I rolled
over, looking around

He was laying there looking like part of my dream which didn't disappear as
I wakened.  It was all clear to me now.  This was Davey's room and Davey's
bed.  He was there, on his back, with the covers pulled up to his waist.
His handsome face, the defined pecs with the light rose coloured, nickel
sized nipples, sunken inward in their relaxed state, his firm six pack
abdomen, all drew my eyes downward to the bulge in the covers which marked
where his solid 6 «" shaft tented the blankets covering his lower body.
My will power dissolved as I reached out and slid my hand under the blanket
at his waist and ran down through his dense pubic hair, wrapping it around
the stiff member.

He moaned and thrust his hips upward, jabbing the thick post through my
fingers.  As his butt settled back onto the bed I rubbed the swollen bell
shaped cap and felt the slimy fluid seep from the slit, providing lubricant
for me to massage into the spongy dome.  His eyes were open and looked into
mine with fire.  Davey turned on his side toward me.  He reached out and
stroked my chest, gently playing with my nipples and running his finger
down to my slightly protruding navel.

"You keep doing that and you're going to have a hand full of Davey cum."
he told me.

"That sounds like a good way to start the morning off."  I replied.  He
reached lower and began to tug on my erect shaft.  Leaving it, he reached
lower and stroked my sac, playing with my testicles.

"I have something I really need to talk to you about."  Davey said.  "Can
we hold on this `til after we have a talk ?"  He stopped stroking and just
held my staff firmly in his hand.  I did the same to him and he leaned over
and kissed me.

"What is so important we have to interrupt our morning exercise ?"  I
joked.

"When you think about us being together and making love, what is it you
actually imagine ?"  he asked.

"What ?"  I replied, not really knowing what he was asking.

"Do you see me taking you orally ?"  he questioned.  I nodded.  "And do you
take me orally ?"

"Of course."  I responded.  He paused waiting for me to continue, but I
didn't know where to go.

"When we join together, how do you desire it to be ?  I don't know how else
to say this Brian."  Davey said, obviously embarrassed and seeming to get
upset.  "Are you fucking me, or am I fucking you ?"  The question, though
very straight forward and blunt, threw me just a little.

"Why ?"  I asked.  "What do you think about ?"  Davey was silent as he
stared into my eyes.

"I've always pictured myself on top."  he answered.  "It's not just with
you.  I've always pictured myself as a `top', even before I knew you.  Is
that going to be a problem for us ?"

"I don't know Davey."  I told him.  "I love you and have imagined you
becoming a part of me, but I also thought I would become a part of you.  I
guess I need to work out what I really expect from us.  I take it you mean
always, not just the first time."  Davey hesitated and then nodded, not
looking at me any longer.

"We need to work this out, so both of us can be satisfied."  he ventured.
"Maybe this is part of what `getting to know each other' time is about."  I
nodded.  We had both lost our urges and were holding each other's flaccid
tools.  The tricky part was releasing them without making the other person
feel rejected.  We just sort of rolled onto our backs at the same time,
which required the desired release.  We then lay there thinking.

"Oh, oh !"  said a voice at the doorway.  There stood Denny with his hands
on his hips, looking at the two of us.  "Does Dad know you were here all
night ?"  Without waiting for an answer, he trotted to my side of the bed
and climbing over me, sat on the bed between us.  "What's wrong ?  Why are
you two upset with each other ?"

"It's okay, Denny" Davey told him.  "We can look after it."  Denny looked
him right in the eyes and then he turned and looked deep into my eyes.

"You two are going to talk to Dad, now."  Denny told us and he was telling
us, there was no question about it.  He turned back to Davey.  "If you are
going to hide behind fear and not resolve this, Jamie, Kevin and I will."
Davey hung his head.


Ted - Friday night

It was a nice homecoming yesterday.  The boys were all excited when we
drove onto the estate and I thought Denny was going to jump out of the car
and run all the way in from the highway.  Poor Dale got the full force of
Denny's excitement, but seemed not only able to handle it, but quite happy
to do so.  Everyone we saw told the boys how nice it would be to have them
back.  You would think we had been away for months instead of only three
days.

Dean provided his own special welcome home for me last night.  Afterward,
as we lay in bed gasping for breath, I told him about the trip and what I
had observed and experienced with each of my crew.  We both felt it had
been time and effort well invested.  We started planning another outing
that would include both Dean and Jamie.  Dean suggested possibly taking his
boat for a week's cruise with a minimum of crew, so the boys could
experience the workings of the craft.  It sounded like a great adventure
for all of us.

I slept soundly, extra tired from the activities of the past few days and
drained from Dean's enthusiastic homecoming celebration.  I don't remember
if I was dreaming anything at the time, but suddenly I was focused on
Denny.

"Dad, would it be okay if I woke you up now ?"  the dream specter inquired.

"Okay."  I replied.  "I'm not doing anything special right now, little
man."  I opened my eyes and there he was standing beside me as I lay in my
bed.  "Is this what you do to Davey and the others ?"  A big, wicked grin
spread across his face.

"Kinda."  he responded.  "I sometimes start them off with a `Boo', or make
a comment about Davey's sexy dreams."  He giggled.

"Are you coming in here ?"  I asked, raising the edge of my blankets,
indicating space for him.  He didn't move.

"Dad, there's a problem with Davey and Brian."  he told me.  "Can they come
and talk to you, right now ?"

"Can't this wait until we get up and dressed ?"  I wanted to know.  He
shook his head.

"It's a bedroom problem Dad," Denny stressed, "and needs a Dad, not `the
Boss'."

"Well, you can't get any less formal than this."  I commented.  "Can I at
least wake Dean and put on some pajama bottoms."  Denny just giggled and
oddly said, "No."  I looked at him and saw a shine in his eyes that told me
he was up to something.

As if on cue, Davey and Brian appeared at our bedroom doorway.  Davey's
head hung as if he could not look at either Denny or me.  Brian was
obviously acutely embarrassed.  I nearly laughed out loud when I had a
really good look at Brian.  He had on what was clearly a pair of Davey's
pajama bottoms and they were at least 4 sizes too small.  I pointed to a
drawer in my dresser and Denny went over and got a pair of my bottoms.  I
threw them to Brian and he left the room momentarily and reappeared wearing
them.

"Thank you, Sir."  he stammered.  I could see the boy was bewildered and
nervous.

"Brian," I said, "come over here and sit."  It was an order and he
responded as I moved over and he sat on the side of my bed.  "Relax, Son.
I'm just Dad in here.  Quit worrying about everything else."  He looked at
me and then settled a little.  "What's going on Davey ?"

"Denny made us come in here, Dad."  Davey explained.  "When he came to my
room, we had just discussed what we talked about while we were away.  You
know, top and bottom.  I don't know why we're even here."  Davey put his
hand up to his head.  He whirled and glaring at Denny, hissing at him.
"Denny, get out of my head."

"Then tell the truth."  Denny hissed back.  "You don't lie to me and you
don't lie to Brian and you certainly don't ever lie to Dad.  You know the
rules."  Davey turned back to us.  He knelt down in front of Brian and laid
his head on Brian's lap.

"I'm so sorry, Brian.  I mislead you, on purpose.  I've thought about you
making love with me and you entering me, but I'm afraid.  I'm afraid of the
pain.  I'm afraid of having someone I love so much hurting me.  In the past
the people who hurt me, I didn't care about, so it didn't matter.  I didn't
mean to lie to you, it just seemed easier if I could get you to not want me
in that way, then it wouldn't be a problem.  Selfishly, I still want you
the same way, yet I'm trying to deny you the same feelings.  I'm sorry."
Tears poured from Davey's eyes.  Denny came up behind him and knelt down,
wrapping his arms around Davey and holding him with Brian.

"Davey," Brian said, softly rubbing the back of Davey's head, "it's all
right.  I understand.  I will never do anything, knowing it will hurt you.
We can work this out.  We just need a little time and we have lots and we
need a little help.  Luckily, we also have lots of that."

"You boys are worrying too much and too far in advance."  I advised them.
"This is your time for finding problems.  You found one and we will all
help you to deal with it.  Davey, you were wrong trying to cover it over
and hope it would go away.  Luckily for you, Denny loves you too much to
let that happen.  He has been your brother and a good friend to both of you
today."  They both thanked Denny and hugged him.  Looking at him, I could
see the Guardian was gone and our little boy remained, soaking up their
attention and love.

"Sir, this may sound really strange," Brian ventured, "but when it comes
time for Davey and me to express our love to each other in that most
intimate way, would you consider being there to guide us ?"  Brian was
looking directly at me and as he spoke Davey's head rose from his lap and
peeked around him at me.  "I know it's a really personal thing to ask of
you, but I'm totally inexperienced and it would kill me if I hurt Davey in
any way.  I just though of all the people who care about us, you would be
the one......."  His voice trailed off without completing his sentence.

"Boys, when the time comes, we will look at things again," I assured them,
"and if you still feel the same way then, I will provide whatever help you
need the most."

After breakfast, I was working in my office, catching up on some of the
paper work Dale had prepared while I was away, when Lily Taylor knocked on
the door.  I waved her in and she came over and stood at the corner of my
desk, not saying anything until I had finished the task I was performing.

"Good morning, Mrs. Taylor."  I greeted her.  "How are you this morning ?"

"Good morning, Mr. Tanner."  she replied.  "Up until a few minutes ago when
I bumped into my son, Brian, I was quite well.  I wonder if you would allow
me to take the next hour off."

"Is there a problem, Lily ?" I asked, concerned for her.  "Is there
something I can help you with ?"

"It will be all right, Sir."  she responded.  "My love sick eldest son
spent the night here with your love sick middle son."  I nodded,
acknowledging I was aware.  "This of course meant he wasn't home this
morning when I left to come in to work, which also means he didn't bring
his brothers in here with him, as I had arranged with him to do, this of
course being the first day of school holidays.  They are sitting at home
waiting to be picked up."

"Why don't you page Brian and send him home to pick up Len and Gus ?"  I
suggested.  "Tell him I ordered it and when he returns I want to see Davey
and him."

"I don't want him in trouble, Sir.  This is just a mistake."  she told me,
obviously concerned I was going to be angry with Brian.

"Lily, I'm not going to beat him."  I teasingly promised.  "I am going to
reinforce to both Brian and Davey that a world exists outside of their
relationship and they have responsibilities for which they must remain
accountable.  I know you could say it to him, but my saying it, in this
instance, will bear more weight."

"Thank you, Sir."  Lily said.  "You know he's always been a good boy and he
is a good man.  He respects the men here, especially you and a word from
you carries more weight than from the Mother he's had to listen to all his
life."  She left my office and set in motion the arrangements to pick up
Len and Gus.

With a start like this to a day, you would expect everything else to be
trivial.  Not around our house.  Tim had asked at dinner last night if he
could meet with Dean and me this morning and we had set a time with him.
We had all noticed how quiet Tim had been since he returned and even seeing
Kevin had not seemed to pick him up much.  I noticed Denny and Davey had
been watching him, both last evening and this morning.

When Tim arrived outside Dean's office, my three boys were with him.  He
asked if we minded them joining us and of course we were willing to have
them present.  Tim told us about his visit to his brother and the shock of
finding out Doug was dying.  We learned he had an inoperable brain tumor
that was steadily increasing in size and although he remained outwardly
healthy, one day his autonomic functions would quit and he would simply
die.  Tim outlined his expected course of action and Kevin became more and
more upset as he realized his partner was intending to leave him.

"How long has your brother had this tumor ?"  Davey wanted to know.

"The Doctors were not sure."  Tim replied.  "They have been monitoring it
for about 4 months and from the growth rate feel he has less than two
months left."

"Tim," Dean said, "if I send the corporate jet for them and return them the
same way, can you get Doug to come and visit us for a few days ?  I know
the boys want to meet him and your nephew."  The boys all nodded their
heads.

"I'll ask him."  Tim responded.  "I've told him all about you.  Not the
special parts about the boys.  I don't know why he wouldn't come."

"It likely won't work."  Davey said looking straight at Dean.  "There are
limits even we can't go beyond."

"Can you explain ?"  Dean asked.

"We really don't heal."  Davey explained to him.  "We displace time.  We
take a body back to a time prior to the injury to it.  But there are
limits.  We are still growing and our full power will not be attained until
Denny reaches his 25th year."

"Couldn't you move him back a few days at a time ?  I questioned.

"Once only, Dad."  Denny told me.  "A normal human can only tolerate the
process once.  A second time would do great damage to them.  They would
likely die during the process."

"The only exception to that is a Guardian."  Kevin volunteered.  "We can be
processed any number of times without any damage.  The other thing you must
know is the process is very draining on those who participate.  It draws
directly on our life force.  If we exceed the safe amount, we can also die.
That is why we do it as a group.  As we grow older and stronger, we will be
able to do it individually, but it can be extremely dangerous to us."

"When we did Denny and Kevin," Davey explained, "it was not hard on us
because the injuries were very recent, so the time span was short and there
were three of us doing it.

"I still would like to have Doug come and visit, to see if anything can be
done for him."  Dean told us.  Everyone agreed and Tim said he would call
his brother right away.

We all made it out to the airstrip at 3:pm to meet Jamie, Brenda and
Digger.  I'm not really sure you could tell who was the most excited person
there between Dean and Anson.  It wasn't until later, I realized my three
boys had not greeted Jamie, they stood back and watched him.  When the last
of the passengers finally hit the pavement and all the greetings had been
completed, there appeared to be two extra bodies.

"Dad, Uncle Ted," Jamie announced, "I'd like to introduce Brendan Styles
and Todd Tenman.  I invited them to come and spend a few days with us on
their way home for the summer."  I gave Jamie a stern look and knew he
would have no trouble reading my thoughts.  Dean greeted the boys cordially
and everyone helped load the luggage onto the transport.  Dean and I talked
on the way back to the `castle'.

Mr. Chen met us at the rear entrance and it was determined, our new guests
would prefer to have a room together.  He suggested that they use Jamie's
room so they could be in close proximity to the other boys and Jamie would
be placed elsewhere.  We all headed into the building.

"Jamie."  I said.  "I'd like to see you and Digger in my office."  He
stopped and turned to look at me.

"I'll be there after I settle our guests, Uncle Ted."  he responded.

"Now."  I told him, leaving no question that I meant it.  Denny moved over
to me and put his hand in mine.  I headed to the office wing, Denny still
holding my hand and Digger following.  Jamie hesitated a moment and then
came hurrying after us.

"Would you like to explain to me, how we have two unexpected guests arrive
with no notice and in fact no permission ?"  I asked as Jamie and Digger
sat in the chairs in front of my desk.  Denny had invited himself into the
office with us and gone to sit on the couch in the lounge area, where he
could listen.  Digger said nothing and just looked over to Jamie.

"I don't see why I need your permission to have friends visit my father's
house."  he said with an insolent edge to his voice and manner.

"Your father didn't give permission either."  I replied.  "He didn't get
the chance, because he wasn't asked."

"I'm a Guardian."  he claimed.  "I know these guys are safe.  They pose no
security problem."  As he spoke, Dean and Debra entered the room and stood
leaning against the door.

"Guardian or not," I responded, "you are a barely 13 year old boy and you
are under your father's and my care and protection.  There are proper ways
to go about things and just because you decide you want to do something
isn't enough reason for you to do so."  I turned my attention to Digger.
"Why didn't you do something about this ?"

"I'm sorry, Boss."  Digger answered.  "There was nothing I could do.  I
told him it was wrong, but he wouldn't listen, or let me do anything."

"Did you use your gifts to influence, or restrain Digger ?"  I asked.

"I don't have to listen to this.  I can do as I choose."  he raised his
voice.  "I am a Guardian."  He sprang up out of his chair and started to
leave, but something whipped him right back into the chair.  He looked
stunned.  A voice came quietly from the corner of the office.  Denny stood,
his stare drilling into Jamie.

"You have misused the gifts given to your keeping.  You have broken the
ethic and disrespected our Fathers.  From this time until you prove
yourself worthy, if ever, your gifts will be held by the fourth Guardian."
Denny turned and went to the office door.  "Digger come with me.  I will
undo any harm which may have been done to you."  I nodded to Digger and he
rose and walked over to Denny, who took him by his hand.  The two of them
left my office.  Jamie was left sitting with a shocked look on his face.

"They're gone."  he mumbled.  "They're gone.  I can't hear my brothers.  I
can't hear anyone.  They're all gone."  He looked at me and then turning
around, seemed to realize for the first time his parents were standing in
the room.  "Mom, he can't do that to me.  I'm a Guardian, but it's all
gone."

"Jamie, being a Guardian was a gift."  Dean told him.  "What you had, were
gifts.  You misused them and now they are gone.  That is a gift of the
fourth Guardian.  He has the right to remove your gifts when they are
abused, which is what you did."

"I think we have a case of too much, too soon."  I said.  "Jamie's gifts
developed while he was alone.  He needed the support of the others to keep
him balanced with them.  Maybe, being with the others regularly now, will
help him prove his worth and regain his gifts."

"It seems a bit cruel."  Debra suggested.  "It's not totally his fault."

"Maybe not," I responded, "but a Guardian is far too powerful to be left
out of control.  If they don't apply their own ethics and discipline, who
will.  We couldn't.  Not if they didn't allow us to.  We were given these
boys to guide and direct.  That necessitates correcting and reprimanding
when necessary."  I wondered in my own thoughts, if Denny were the one out
of control, could something be done to stop him.  We still had his teen
years to look forward to.

It was decided Jamie would be staying with Dean and myself, sleeping with
Davey, if Davey would have him and on the lounge couch in our suite, if he
would not.  It's not that we are short of beds and rooms, we just felt
Jamie being uncomfortable for awhile would help him learn a lesson.  It
occurred to me I should talk with Digger and Denny.  I paged them and asked
them to return to my office.  Dean and Debra took Jamie to have a
discussion in Dean's office.

Digger filled me in on the activities of the week including the examination
monitoring.  He indicated while Jamie had been free the past three days, he
had spent quite a great deal of time with the two young men who were now
our guests.  He said he was certain there was some type of sexual activity
going on, but he wasn't sure who was doing who, or what was being done.
Denny suggested we should talk with the two new boys.  I paged Dale and
asked him to escort them here.

The boys seemed slightly nervous when Dale brought them to my office.  I
assured them they had nothing to fear.  I explained this was a high
security location and Jamie was in trouble for not clearing their arrival
beforehand, but we were pleased to have them.  I asked where there fathers
worked.

"My father is the Sr. Vice-President for Davidson Paper Products."  Todd
Tenman stated.  "He is a very important businessman.  He took my Mother to
Europe for the summer and I was to stay at home with the staff, until it's
time to return to school."

"My father is the President of Terstone Building Corporation."  Brendan
Styles reported.  "I'm in the same situation as Todd.  No father for the
summer and my older sister didn't want to be tied down with me either.
When Jamie offered to have us come here for awhile, it seemed like a good
idea.  Looking at the place, it's like coming to a resort."  I buzzed
Mr. Dennis and gave him the parent's information.

"I just am going to call your parents and make sure they know where you
are."  I told them.

"You won't be able to reach my Father."  Brendan warned me.  "He told me he
would have to call me, because he couldn't be reached.  He said this was
his vacation and God himself would have to wait for him to return."  My
phone buzzed.  It was Todd's father.  I explained the situation and that
his son may be with us, at the `castle', for the summer.  Todd had a very
astonished look on his face.

"Can I stay ?"  Todd asked.  I nodded `yes' and he broke into a big smile.
My other line buzzed and it turned out to be Brendan's father.  Again I
repeated the story.  There was some discussion until I made it clear
Mr. McAdams and his son wished Brendan to be their guest, then everything
settled.  I hung up the phone.

"What did he say ?"  Brendan wanted to know.  I told him there was no
problem, he also would be here for the summer.  I would suggest the word
`beamed' would be a fitting description of his face.  Two young men were
not going to be lonely this summer, or getting into the things they had
anticipated.

"By the way boys."  I told them as they were leaving my office.  "It might
interest you to know Mr.  McAdams owns both of the companies for which your
fathers work."  They both looked shocked and then glancing at each other,
laughed as they left.

Denny came around my desk and put out his arms to be picked up to sit on my
lap.

"Well, little man," I said, "what did you think of all that ?"  He looked
up into my eyes and never said a word.  In an instant, everything about
Jamie and the two boys, all their shared experiences, all their
conversations, every contact they had ever had with each other, flashed
through my mind.  He also showed me what was happening and what was to be
done about it.  "Wow, I will never get use to that happening."  Denny
giggled.

"You have a question you want to ask me, Dad."  he stated as he leaned back
into me, resting his head on my chest.  "You need to know, for your own
peace."

"So, if you can control the other Guardians," I asked, "if they have
problems, who can control you ?"  I felt really strange, almost as if I was
telling him I didn't trust him, which wasn't true.

"You can."  he answered turning to look at me.  I must have looked puzzled,
because he continued.  "I can never harm or hurt you, Dad.  No matter what
you do to me, I can not stop or control you.  The others could, if they
needed to, but I can not."

"That is an awful lot of responsibility and power for one man to have."  I
declared.

"It's all right.  I feel safe."  he told me, wrapping his arms around me
and placing his head back on my chest.  I hugged him back as we sat there
together, silently.


Debra - Friday afternoon

As I waited for the corporate jet to land and pick me up, I thought about
the past weeks since I had returned home from the 'castle'.  My life had
taken a 180 degree turn during my visit there.  My thinking, which had been
muddled for months, became clear and analytical.  My common sense about
things, which had escaped me too long ago to remember, had moved back in
and taken over my decisions.  Nervous reactions such as smoking and taking
unusual amounts of sedatives mixed with large quantities of alcohol had
stopped and never been renewed.

Eduardo, my 4th husband had mixed feelings about these sudden changes.  He
found, I was far more sociable but much less malleable.  I remembered
things from one minute to the next, such as the word "no" and did not
hesitate to use it when it was the appropriate response.  The zero amount
in our joint bank account was constant and the expense moneys which Dean
provided through Jamie were drawn and placed into my own account from which
expenses of food and living were paid.  There were funds for social events,
but again common sense played a role in deciding what was attended and what
was not and when we would entertain and when we would not.

Eduardo was placed on a $2000 per month allowance and when that was gone in
10 days, the "no" word was used, resulting in tantrums, threats and
pleading.  He left the house for two days and finding no one else would put
up with him, returned to sulk and grumble.  After a week of this, I
suggested to him calmly, but resolutely he would no doubt be happier
somewhere else and if he wouldn't, I at least would prefer having him
elsewhere.  A trip to my lawyer, spending part of my monthly allowance,
resulted in his rapid eviction.

The Guardians had been correct.  Once I examined my marriage in the cold
hard daylight of sobriety and common sense, I was better off on my own.  My
marriage was ending and yet I didn't fear the future.  I was prepared to
embrace being on my own for the first time in my life and of living my own
life.  Even being away from my boys, I could draw strength from them,
knowing with certainty they loved me and always would.

When Dean called and invited me to come for the `end of school' dinner I
was ready and eager.  I looked forward to this little event as if it were a
night in high society.  When I thought about it, I realized it was the
boys.  The opportunity to be with them and to share their enthusiasm and
zest for living had overwhelming appeal.  As I watched the corporate jet
landing, knowing Jamie was aboard, my excitement grew.

Once aboard the jet, Jamie introduced me to two of his school mates, who
were coming to spend some time with everyone at the `castle'.  I commented
that his father had not mentioned anything about their visit to me.  The
two boys seemed surprised, Digger was silent and Jamie quickly changed the
subject.  A feeling stayed with me something was not right about this
situation.  When I questioned Digger about it, he told me this was Jamie's
decision and he had been told to stay out of it.

I could see on the airstrip when we landed the extra boys had not been
expected.  I saw the light blue of Ted's eyes turn to gray and knew there
was trouble brewing.  Ted and Dean talked together on the ride in from the
airstrip and as we entered the building, Ted called Jamie to his office.
Jamie attempted to put him off, but the "Now" Ted directed to him left no
question in anyone's mind there was going to be some trouble.  I noticed
Denny take Ted's hand and I wondered if he was calming Ted or reinforcing
him.

Davey and Kevin took charge of the new boys and along with Len and Gus
showed them to Jamie's room.  Dean came over to me and suggested we sit in
the garden for a moment.  He asked me about the plane ride and I gave him
my impressions.  When he asked if I had noted the other Guardian's response
to Jamie when he arrived, I realized they had held back and not approached
him.  Dean suggested we go to Ted's office and warned me to say nothing,
allowing Ted to handle things.

We stood inside the office door as Ted spoke to Jamie and Digger.  It
became very clear to me something was very wrong with Jamie.  The way he
spoke to Ted was so uncharacteristic.  There was no one he respected more
than his Uncle Ted.  Was he really this much out of control ?  Jamie spoke
and tried to leave the room.  Some unseen force grabbed him and threw him
back into the chair.

Denny spoke and yet it wasn't Denny.  The voice was Denny, but the manner
was someone much older and mature, someone in total control and yet not
threatening, almost sad as he spoke.  I listened carefully and realized
Jamie's gifts had been stripped from him.  Denny had punished Jamie's lack
of respect and self control.  I could tell Jamie was shocked and
devastated.  It was as if he had lost everything.  When he looked at Dean
and me, I felt he was going to cry.

We took Jamie from Ted's office and went over to Dean's office.  Sitting on
the couch Jamie started to cry and I wanted to hold him, but Dean stopped
me.  There was a knock at the door and Davey popped his head inside.  He
asked to come in and was welcomed.  He came and sat beside Jamie on the
couch, wrapped his arms around him and pulled Jamie's head to his shoulder.
He rocked gently with Jamie.

"Tell me."  Davey finally said to Jamie.

"It was too much for me."  Jamie told him.  "I could not resist it.  At
first I knew it was happening and told myself I could manage it, but soon
it became too big for me to control.  It was in control of me."

"You have not been in contact with me for three days."  Davey stated.  "You
blocked my transmissions to you."

"It knew if you reached me, you would feel it, just like you did at the
airstrip today."  Jamie said.  "I wanted to, but I couldn't risk it."

"Denny found parts of it in Digger.  He burned it and the three of us
repaired him."  Davey continued.  "He is going to check the two others and
you will have to be burned.  We will also have to check you."  He turned
and looked at me.  "You were in the plane with Jamie and the two others."

"What is happening ?"  Dean asked.

"The Prophesy tells that `there are dark forces and men who fear the power
of the Guardians and would use it for their own purposes'."  Davey
explained.  "Jamie has been attacked by one of those dark forces and it has
tried to take over his gifts.  He fought it as best he could.  We have now
taken control of it and are destroying it.  We must make sure anyone it
tried to use has been purged of its influence."

"How did you know what was happening ?"  I asked.

"I felt it when Jamie arrived and from my feelings Denny identified it.
Denny went with Jamie and when I told Mr. Chen he told Kevin and me what
needed to be done."  Davey explained further.  "Once Denny took Jamie's
gifts, he could isolate it and we destroyed it.  This happened because
Jamie was separated from us too long and didn't have the direct support
which we require while we are growing."

I was starting to understand more each time I was with the boys.  I now saw
why, when Jamie visits me, or we go away somewhere he is to be accompanied
by the Protector and one other Guardian.  This was making more sense to me
all the time.  Denny and Kevin came into the room and we watched them treat
Jamie very much like they had treated Kevin when he broke his collar bone.
There was no levitation this time and the light was focused on Jamie's head
as he sat in a chair around which the other three boys stood.  It was over
in three minutes.

Kevin told us this would be repeated three more times over the next three
days and Jamie's gifts would be held until after that time.  Jamie seemed
relieved after they were done.  Denny came over and took both of my hands
into his.  He asked me to look deeply into his eyes and when I did I
experienced a great feeling of peace and calm.  I saw a spark and flame
deep in his eyes for just a second and then he reached up and hugged me
around the neck.  I felt wonderful again.

"Do you think we could go horse back riding before supper ?" he asked.  I
looked over at Dean who was smiling.

"My dear."  I said.  "You know darn well I can't refuse you anything."