Date: Tue, 30 Aug 2016 13:21:23 -0400
From: ronyx <ronyx@woh.rr.com>
Subject: Other Sinful Things    Chapter 14

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Other Sinful Things      Chapter 14

by Ronyx



After the police cruisers pulled away, Colton reached down and gripped my
hand. "Are you alright?" he asked worriedly. I glanced over at Tiffany.
Jerome was holding her in his arms as he tried to comfort her.

I smiled slightly at Colton and replied, "I think so." Cathy stepped up
beside me. She appeared equally worried. I tried to convince everyone I was
okay.

I still couldn't believe what had just happened. There had been total chaos
as my father fought with Mrs. Oliver and Mrs. Martin. It was even more
alarming that all three had been arrested.

As Colton continued to grip my hand, I looked off to my left. My mother was
standing alone staring at us. She appeared more hurt than angry. I think she
was beginning to realize that I may actually be gay. Otherwise, why would I
be holding another boy's hand? She continued to stare for a few more seconds
before sadly shaking her head and then heading toward her van.

I wanted to run after her and try to make her understand. But how could I do
that? Not once in the past week had she made any attempt to see me other
than to try to force me to come home after Mrs. Oliver walked out of my
father's church. Even then, she didn't want me to come home. She was merely
seeking revenge.

Suddenly, Colton gripped my hand tighter and attempted to pull me away. I
looked to my right and noticed a reporter followed by a cameraman heading
our way. Before we could escape, he blocked our path and stuck a microphone
in my face.

He asked, "Aren't you Pastor Long's son?" Colton tried to step in front of
him, but the reporter was insistent.

"How do you feel about seeing your father get arrested?"

I smiled when Colton shouted angrily, "Fuck off!" He then pulled me away. I
turned around to see the reporter heading toward Tiffany. Colton and I
rushed over and grabbed her and Jerome by the arm. Along with Cathy, we
rushed into the building. Mrs. Edwards was standing in the doorway. She
ushered us inside and pointed toward a room off to the side.

"In there!" she ordered urgently. When the reporter attempted to enter the
building, Mrs. Edwards blocked the door. "These are my students!" she
hollered. "You will not be harassing them!" Two men approached from behind
and assisted Mrs. Edwards in slamming the door shut.

"My goodness!" she exclaimed as she turned to face us. "Are you children
alright?"

I looked at the others and responded, "Yes, Ma'am." Tiffany was trembling,
but Jerome was holding her tightly. Colton let his hand brush lightly
against mine. I really wanted to hold his hand, but I couldn't since we were
in a room filled other people.

Mrs. Edwards began to pace around the room. "I just knew something like this
was going to happen," she said. "I did everything I could to try and get the
Board to cancel this dreadful meeting."

Cathy responded, "It's not your fault, Mrs. Edwards."

"But I'm responsible for your safety," she replied as she continued to pace
before us." She walked over and peeked out through the window blinds. She
sighed and said, "There's two more television trucks outside."

The door opened and an elderly gentleman entered. He was Mr. Jacobsen, the
president of the school board. The frown on his face indicated he was
extremely upset. He walked up to Mrs. Edwards. She defiantly crossed her
arms in front of her.

He scowled and looked over at Tiffany. "Is this the young man who is causing
all the trouble?" Jerome stepped in front of her in a defensive manner. I
had to smile because Jerome was much smaller than Mr. Jacobsen. However,
even with his larger size, I don't think he could have gotten past Jerome.

Mr. Jacobsen snarled, "Things were going along fine until you enrolled
here."

"Mr. Jacobsen!" shouted Mrs. Edwards. "That is enough! You will not talk to
one of my students like that!"

He shouted back, "They may not be your students much longer after the mess
you created tonight!"

"Me!" For a minute, I thought Mrs. Edwards was going to strike him. "You and
Pastor Long are to blame for tonight's disaster. These students, nor I, had
anything to do with it."

He brushed the front of his suit jacket and said in an authoritative manner,
"I will see you in my office, Mrs. Edwards, first thing in the morning." He
then turned and stormed from the room. We could hear reporters hollering out
questions as he left.

"Oh, Dear," moaned Mrs. Edwards as she collapsed into a chair. "What an
awful mess."

Tiffany meekly mumbled, "I'm sorry." Mrs. Edwards rose, approached her and
held her hand.

"It's not your fault, Dear," she assured her. "This whole incident has been
handled badly. I should have done a better job stopping this meeting from
occurring."

She turned and looked at all of us. "You've been very brave tonight," she
said. "I'm very proud of you." She looked back at Tiffany, and then she
looked directly at me. "You took a stand tonight against something that you
know is morally wrong. That took courage." I smiled and nodded.

Cathy asked, "What is going to happen now?"

Mrs. Edwards shook her head. "I don't know. I'm afraid things aren't going
to get any better any time soon." She walked over and peered out through the
blinds. "This is now a major story. The whole community will be watching to
see what happens."

We jumped when someone started pounding on the door. Mrs. Edwards walked
over and peered out. She stepped back and let a man enter. He was tall and
appeared to be about forty. "Come in Mr. Wilder," said Mrs. Edwards as she
opened the door wider.

"Dad!" exclaimed Colton. "What are you doing here?"

Colton's father appeared very upset. "It's not what I'm doing here," he
scolded. "It's what are you doing here?" He walked up to Colton and stared
angrily at him. "Your mother and I were watching television when there was a
news bulletin. The next thing I see is you on the screen holding a damn
sign."

He turned to Mrs. Edwards and angrily asked, "Is this how you run a school?
Just what the hell is going on?" The principal grabbed his arm and escorted
him to the other side of the room. Colton and I watched as they quietly
argued.

I worriedly asked Colton, "Are you in big trouble?"

"Probably," he responded sullenly. "Dad can get pretty extreme when he gets
upset." I looked over to see Colton's father waving his finger in front of
Mrs. Edward's face.

Tiffany, Jerome and Cathy approached. We just looked at each other. I don't
think any of us could find the words to speak about what had just happened.
We knew when we attended the meeting that there might be some altercations.
We just thought people might say things to us. None of us had expected my
father, Tiffany's mother and grandmother to be arrested.

Colton's father approached him and said, "We're going home." He started to
walk away, but Colton stopped him.

"Dad," he said as he looked over at me. "Can Bobby come home with us?" His
father looked over at me.

His father asked, "Why?"

Colton tried to explain to his father how Mrs. Oliver had been arrested. He
also pointed to Tiffany and told him how her mother and grandmother had been
taken into custody as well.

His father shook his head and asked, "Just what the hell happened here
tonight?"

"It's not our fault," pleaded Colton. "You have to believe me."

"I know," sighed Mr. Wilder. "Mrs. Edwards already told me you had nothing
to do with it."

He looked over at Tiffany and asked, "Are you Tiffany?" She timidly nodded
her head. It surprised me when he asked, "Would you like me to take you
home?"

She nodded her head and meekly replied, "Thank you, Mr. Wilder." Jerome
stepped forward and informed Colton's father that he didn't have a way home,
and he was afraid to walk alone by himself.

"Alright," sighed Mr. Wilder. "It looks like I'm going to be everyone's taxi
driver tonight." He looked at Cathy and smiled. "I suppose you need a ride
too?"

"I can take her home," responded Mrs. Edwards. "You can't fit all these
children in your car." We headed to the door, but Mrs. Edwards stopped us.

"We can't go out this way," she warned. "The media is still waiting
outside." We huddled together while she devised a plan for getting us out of
the building without having to be interviewed by a reporter. She told Mr.
Wilder to go to his car while she got hers. He would then follow her around
to the back of the building. We were instructed to wait inside the room
until she returned. "Don't open the door for anyone," she warned us. When
they left, Colton quickly bolted the door. We could hear a commotion outside
in the hallway as reporters tried to ask Mrs. Edwards questions.

"Shit," hissed Colton. "Can you believe what happened tonight?" We began an
animated discussion as to what we had experienced. Jerome seemed
exceptionally excited. I think he was enjoying all the attention. Tiffany,
on the other hand, seemed sullen and depressed.  When she went and sat in a
chair, Jerome and Cathy sat beside her and held her hand.

About ten minutes later, we heard someone knock on the door three times.
Though no one had given us any secret instructions, I figured it had to be
Mrs. Edwards and Mr. Wilder. When I opened the door, they barged into the
room and quickly shut the door.

Mr. Wilder stood against the door and said, "It's crazy out there. You would
think that nothing exciting ever happened in this city."

"I think the media is blowing this way out of proportion," remarked Mrs.
Edwards as she glanced over at Tiffany and Jerome. When they realized she
had noticed them holding hands, they quickly withdrew them.

"You must be careful, Dears," she admonished them. "All we need is for a
camera to catch you doing that."

Jerome's face reddened as he shyly apologized, "Yes, Ma'am."

She looked over at Mr. Wilder. "How do we get the children out of here with
the cameras outside?"

He shrugged his shoulders, and then he started looking around the room. He
opened a closet door and smiled. He vanished into the room for a minute, and
then he came out holding five choir robes. Mrs. Edwards asked, "What are you
going to do with those?"

He handed each of us one, and then he told us to put them on. Once we had
done so, he told us to pull them over our heads and make just an opening in
front of our face so that we could see. Colton turned to me and muttered, "I
feel stupid."

His father said, "You may feel stupid, but at least it will keep the cameras
from being able to identify you." He had us line up single file. He was in
the front, and Mrs. Edwards was in the rear.

"When I open the door," he instructed us, "Hold on to the person in front of
you. We're going to go pretty quickly, so keep up." He paused and then
added, "And for God's sake, don't talk to anyone!"

He counted down to three, opened the door and we rushed out the door. We
were immediately swarmed by people, but it was hard to tell who they were. I
had my hands gripped tightly around Colton's waist. Jerome had his arms
wrapped around me. He was pressed so tightly to me, I was afraid that he
might trip us, and we would all go falling to the floor.

Several reporters tried to ask questions, but since we had our heads
covered, they weren't sure who they were talking to. I laughed when I heard
someone behind me ask Cathy how I felt about my father being arrested. I
giggled when I heard her mumble, "Fuck off." Since Mrs. Edwards was behind
her, I was quite sure she would say something later about her choice of
words.

When we got outside, we separated. Mrs. Edwards and Cathy ran to her car,
while the rest of us dove into the backseat of Mr. Wilder's SUV. Jerome
ended up sitting in the floor board while Mr. Wilder tore out of the parking
lot. I still had my head covered, and I was praying that he didn't hit
anyone as we sped away

I thought Mr. Wilder would drop Tiffany and Jerome off at their homes, but
instead, he took us all to Colton's house. When he pulled into the driveway,
he explained, "You have been through a lot. You need to be together to talk
about it." As we headed up the sidewalk to the front porch, he informed
Tiffany and Jerome that he would contact their parents to see if they could
stay for another hour. He would then take them home.

I was stunned when I stepped inside Colton's house. It was huge. The foyer
was bigger than my bedroom at Mrs. Oliver's home.

"Wow!" exclaimed Jerome as he peeked into the living room to the right. He
looked at Colton and asked, "You live here?"

Colton started laughing. "Of course. You don't think my father came here to
burglarize it. Do you?"

Just then, Mr. Wilder entered the foyer and asked, "Burglarize what?"

Colton laughed and replied, "Nothing, Dad." Mr. Wilder had us follow him
into a large study with built-in bookshelves along two walls. There was an
ornate desk positioned in the middle of the room. Again, Jerome wandered
around with his mouth agape as he looked at the books on the shelves.

He turned to Mr. Wilder and asked him what he did. Colton's father explained
that he was a corporate attorney for an automobile manufacturing plant
thirty miles away. It was one of the largest industries in our state. For a
while I had considered trying to apply for a job there when I graduated, but
I knew my father would never permit me. Now, however, I might just have to.

Mr. Wilder sat down and asked Jerome and Tiffany for their parents' phone
numbers so he could call them and get their permission to stay. Tiffany was
worried because her mother had been arrested, and she wasn't sure how her
father would react to what had happened.

When he finished, he pointed toward the door and told Colton to show us his
room. We followed Colton down a long hallway into the kitchen. As was the
rest of the house, it was large. It had a center aisle with a beautiful
marble counter. The cabinets were made of cherry wood, and the appliances
were stainless steel. It looked like ones I had seen in catalogs that my
mother received sometimes in the mail.

"Damn," muttered Jerome as he looked around the room.

Tiffany giggled and said, "You act like you've never seen a big house
before."

"I haven't," replied Jerome. "Our whole house could fit in this kitchen."
Tiffany giggled again, and then she reached out and gripped Jerome's hand.

Colton told us to sit at the counter while he pulled a twelve pack of Pepsi
from the refrigerator and placed it in front of us. "Drink up, Guys," he
said cheerfully.

Jerome laughed and asked, "You don't have anything stronger? After tonight,
I think I need a real drink." Tiffany became upset and questioned Jerome if
he really drank alcohol. He insisted he didn't, but I don't think she was
convinced.

Colton took two boxes of pizza rolls from the freezer, placed them on a
cookie sheet and put them in the microwave oven. A couple of minutes later,
we were drinking sodas and gorging on pizza rolls.

Naturally, our conversation turned to what had happened earlier. Tiffany
regretted that her mother and grandmother had been arrested because of her.
We had a hard time trying to convince her that it wasn't her fault.

"I should have just wet my pants that day," she said sorrowfully. We were
sullen until Jerome started giggling.

"Maybe next time you can wear Depends like my grandmother does," he laughed.
When Tiffany said she didn't find his comment funny, he pleaded with her to
forgive him. Finally, he leaned over and kissed her gently.

"Forgive me?" he pleaded looking like a wet puppy.

Tiffany pretended to be upset, but then she leaned in and kissed him back.
Colton looked at me with a questioning look. I knew that Jerome liked
Tiffany, but I don't think Colton was that much aware of it. He had seen
them hold hands a few times, but he probably thought it was just to show
support.

"What?" I smiled. "They can't show their affection?" It surprised me when he
stepped forward and gave me a kiss.

Unfortunately, his timing couldn't have been any worse. Just as our lips
met, his father entered the kitchen. The look on his face resembled someone
who had just seen an approaching truck coming at them. He looked away, went
over to the refrigerator, took out a Bud Light and then stood before us.

He looked at Tiffany and Jerome and informed them that he had talked to both
their parents. He told Jerome that his parents said he could stay as long as
he wanted. Tiffany became upset when Mr. Wilder told her that her father was
coming to get her.

He then turned to Colton and said, "Son, I'd like to speak to you in my
study." When he turned to leave the room, Colton looked over and gave me a
worried look.

I whispered, "I'm sorry." I don't know why. After all, Colton was the one
who had kissed me. I was afraid because I wasn't sure how his father would
react to seeing us kiss. By the look on his face, I don't think he had any
clue that Colton was gay. We had carelessly outed ourselves to his father.

When Colton and his father left, Tiffany broke down in tears. "It seems like
I'm always getting everyone in trouble," she sobbed. Jerome held her hand
and tried to console her. We kept insisting it wasn't her fault.

She cried, "Maybe it would be better if I had never been born." She got up
and headed down a hallway. She went into what we assumed was a bathroom. I
told Jerome he should go help her. His eyes were filled with tears as he got
up from his stool and left the room.

I didn't know what to do. Everything was happening too fast. Colton was in
his father's study explaining why he had seen his son kiss another boy.
Tiffany was depressed and crying, and Jerome was trying to console her. From
what I could tell, he needed consoling as much as she did.

I waited several minutes before Jerome returned. From his puffy red eyes, it
was apparent he had been crying. I asked, "How is Tiffany?"

"She's alright, I guess," he replied. "I just wish she would let me into her
world sometime."

"Give her time," I said. "After everything she's been through, it's probably
hard for her to trust someone."

"I suppose," he responded sadly as he took a sip from his soda.

I looked over at the door when Colton entered. His face appeared taut. He
walked over to me and asked, "Can we go talk in my room?"

"Yeah, sure," I replied worriedly. I asked Jerome if he would be alright
until Tiffany returned. He nodded his head and told us to go 'take care of
business.'

I followed Colton up a flight of stairs and then down a long hallway. When
we passed a closed door, I could hear what sounded like several boys
shouting. Colton cracked the door slightly, looked in and warned the boys to
be quiet. I couldn't see them, but I could hear them scurrying around the
room.

"Little brothers," he sighed as he closed the door and walked down the hall.

When we got to the end, he opened the door, stepped back and let me enter.
"This is my bedroom," he announced as he followed me in and closed the door.
I noticed that he locked it.

I turned when I heard him sigh, "Oh, God." He then stepped up to me and
wrapped me in his arms. "What a fucking night," he mumbled into my shoulder.

I asked, "Are you okay," as I continued to hold him.

"It wasn't the way I wanted to come out," he replied sadly as he pulled away
and attempted a smile.

"Are you in trouble," I asked worriedly.

He walked over and sat on the edge of his bed. I followed and hesitated
before I sat down beside him. "I don't know," he replied. "I don't think
so." He reached down and held my hand. "Mom came into his study and we all
had a talk."

"And?"

He shrugged his shoulders and replied, "I don't know. They seemed okay, but
it's hard to say. I guess they had no idea I was gay. Dad was pretty upset
when he saw us kissing."

"I'm sorry," I apologized.

"It's not your fault," replied Colton. "I'm the one who kissed you." He lay
back on the bed and sighed deeply. "It was going to happen anyway one day
soon." He squeezed my hand tighter.

"Why?"

He sat up and smiled gently at me. "I wanted to tell them about you."

"Me?"

"Yeah, Dummy," he laughed. "I wanted them to know about you."

"But why?"

"Because of this," he smiled as he lay back. He then reached out, pulled me
on top of him and kissed me deeply. I could feel his erection pressing
against me. I immediately started to harden.

He stopped kissing me and looked into my eyes. "I think I'm falling in love
with you, Bobby." He pressed his lips against mine again. This time I didn't
worry that he could feel that I was getting aroused.

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