Date: Thu, 24 Aug 2006 17:01:21 -0500
From: David Dillon <tulsaauthor@hotmail.com>
Subject: Tales from the Ranch: Boox 2, Chapter 10

Disclaimer:  The following story is a work of fiction.  If you are offended
by descriptions of homosexual acts or man/man relations, please exit this
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TALES FROM THE RANCH
Copyright(c) 2006 by Tulsa Driller.  All rights reserved.

This is a story of men who have two common interests.  You will see that
they love the land where they live and work, but it is also the story of
young men who love other men and their coming of age in a culture of
prejudice and misunderstanding.  It is a story, which deals with difficult
and often disturbing issues but, nonetheless, issues which must be
confronted in today's society.

This is a work of fiction and in no way draws on the lives of any specific
person or persons.  Any similarity to actual persons or events is entirely
coincidental.  This work is copyrighted(c) by the author and may not be
reproduced in any form without the specific written permission of the
author.  It is assigned to the Nifty Archives under the terms of their
submission agreement but it may not be copied or archived on any other site
without the written permission of the author.

PLEASE:  In a perfect world AIDS doesn't exist.  My characters have
unprotected sex.  I hope you use proper precautions because I'd like you to
be around to read the last chapter of this story.

Book 2, Chapter 10: A Very Busy February
	Ray Evans, along with his partners, Andy and Keith, had been hearing more
and more rumors that Cranston Construction Company was going to close their
doors.  They had received applications from several of their workers.  One
of Cranston's foremen, Calvin Kirk, had seen Ray pulling into a jobsite and
stopped to talk to him.
	"Morning Ray," Calvin said as he walked up to where Ray was standing,
talking to John Sterling about some sheetrock that was to be delivered that
morning.
	They shook hands, Ray greeting Calvin and introducing John as their project
coordinator.
	"What brings you out here?" Ray asked, knowing exactly why Calvin had
stopped.
	Calvin laid the cards out on the table.  "Jack Cranston is shutting the
company down this evening.  He doesn't have enough money to pay the guys for
the last three days they've worked and he's drawn all of the advances he can
get from our current job out on the Branton Road."
	"Bummer, " Ray said, John agreeing.
	"Jack is out at that site now with the owner.  They are trying to figure
out the cost of the material that has been delivered, what hasn't been paid
for, which is most of it, and seeing if they can make a settlement to get
some money for our guys."
	"Where does this leave you?" Ray queried.
	"Out of work, just like everyone else," Calvin said sadly.
	"I need more help for the jobs we have going.  I can use somebody like you
to run a couple of crews.  We have most of our jobs running ahead of
schedule, but still have three jobs that are on hold.  The owners want us to
submit contracts and I've hesitated because of being spread so thin," Ray
told him.
	"We've never been in that situation since I've worked for Jack Cranston.
Must be nice," Calvin told the men.
	Ray did some quick thinking.  "How many people are working for Jack?" he
wanted to know.
	"We're down to me, one lead and three framers.  The other's have moved on
as they were able to find jobs elsewhere."
"All good help?" Ray questioned.
"The lead, J. D. Norton is.  Two of the framers do good work, but lack
experience and have to be watched all the time.  The third guy, Mitch
Morrison has an attendance problem that I think is caused by empty whiskey
bottles," Calvin said.
"Happens to the best of 'em," Ray agreed.
"Look, as I told you our company needs more help.  That warehouse and
distribution center project is nearing completion because we've had a mild
January and have had each crew on overtime for all the men.  But the project
is near completion except for the office building and by next week I'll be
able to move my sheetrock guys, electricians and plumbers in.  It's spread
us pretty thin, but we're proud of being able to say we're done a month
ahead of time."
What Ray didn't tell Calvin was that the owners weren't about to hire Jack
Cranston to build their warehouse and had begged Ray to take the job on a
cost-plus contract.  The owners were thrilled because they were in their new
building over a month ahead of time and even with the massive amounts of
overtime, they were still saving a lot of money.  There would be a nice
bonus that was written into the contract.
"I need to talk to Andy and Keith, but I'll hire you, your lead and the two
dependable framers.  Be at our office on Monday morning at 8 a.m.  I'll put
the two framers with some experienced workers and move a couple of others to
another job.  In the meantime, I'll figure out where you fit in, along with
your lead," Ray told him with a smile.
'I'll make a trip out to their project on Branton Road and see what's what
out there,' he thought to himself.
The men shook hands.  Calvin was relieved, although he knew that with 20
years of experience he shouldn't have had a problem finding a job.  He was
glad that he was able to find work for three of the fellows who worked under
him.  He needed to find the guys and tell them of their good fortune.
Calvin got into his pickup and drove to his original destination, the
Branton Road site.
* * * * *
	Ray turned to John.  "I think some of my prayers have just been answered.
I know we can get two contracts right away with no problem.  Frank and Doris
Bastian want to get their new house started and Dale and Craig are acting as
their own contractors, but I can furnish them good help now, too.  I can
save them some money and make a little off it myself.  I usually wouldn't
offer to do that, but they are good friends."
	"Dale's a neat guy.  I've really only talked to Craig at the Christmas
party for the D/I group.  And Dale's brother is a real looker," John said.
	"Do you know the latest with that family?" Ray wanted to know.
	"I guess I don't know what you are talking about," John answered.
	"Well, Joey has a friend whose grandmother died on Christmas Day.  Forrest
Ross had no relatives as his parents died in a car accident when he was at a
young age.  To make a long story short, Craig adopted him so he wouldn't
become a ward of the state.  Otherwise, he could have ended up in a foster
home," Ray explained.
	"Wow!!  That's something," John replied.
	"There's more to the story," Ray added.  "Dale was appointed as Joey's
guardian when their father died last fall.  To clarify things and avoid some
possible legal problems, Dale has now adopted Joey.  Both boys kept their
names, and rightfully so."
	John grinned.  "That almost makes Joey and Forrest brothers, doesn't it?"
	"Well, I guess maybe it will soon.  Dale and Craig are going to have a
commitment ceremony.  Fr. George is officiating.  The invitation just
arrived in the mail yesterday.  We're both invited," Ray told him.
	"You're just a fountain of information," John laughed.  "I wouldn't miss
that wedding for anything in the world."
	"Good, you're willing to be seen with me in public then?" Ray teased.
	John wanted to give Ray a kiss, but there were other people around the
jobsite.  That was the one thing they were both afraid of, someone on one of
the crews could stir up trouble and they didn't need that to happen.
	"You know I'm proud to be seen with you.  You are so easy to love," John
said, giving Ray a quick hug around the shoulders and a pat on the back.
	"Likewise, guy.  I'd like to pursue us being a couple.  I know we have a
lot of things to talk about, but I'm willing to do everything I can to make
this work for both of us.  Ray had tears in his eyes.
	"Mr. Evans, are you trying to propose to me?"  John had tears in his eyes,
too.
	"Yes, but I didn't intend to do it out in the middle of a jobsite.  I'd
kiss you, but let's celebrate this in the privacy of our own home later this
evening.  I'll ask you again tonight," Ray laughed, John joining him.
	John liked the idea of "our own home".  It seemed permanent.
* * * * *
	Later that evening, John arrived at Ray's house.  Ray had requested that he
bring some cheese and fruit to finish their evening meal, so John had
stopped at the Food Land deli to pick up the requested items.
	It was a mild evening so Ray had left the front door open, allowing him to
see out the storm door.  John was about to ring the bell when Ray yelled,
"Come on in!!" so John stepped inside and headed toward the kitchen, leaving
his backpack by the front door.  Ray took his sack and put it on the
counter, then gathered his guy into his arms, trading a kiss.
	"Umm, you smell good," John told him, breathing in the Polo cologne.  He
loved that fragrance, but had never treated himself to the more expensive
brands and the cheap rip-offs sometimes didn't always agree with his body
oils.
	"So do you," Ray returned.  John seldom wore cologne and Ray loved his
natural, but clean scent.
	They obviously were glad to see each other as their khaki pants were
already tenting outward.  They each had a quick feel, which made the tent
stand out further.  John was wearing boxer shorts and assumed that Ray was,
also.
	"What are you fixing for us?  It smells really good," John asked.
	"I have a pork loin roast in the oven and we're going to have twice-baked
potatoes, mixed vegetables with cheese sauce in a casserole and a tossed
salad.  You brought the cheese and fruit for afterward.  Are you ready for a
beer?"  Ray nodded to the refrigerator and John pulled two bottles of Coors
premium beer out, opening both and handing one to Ray.
	They touched their bottles together, saying "cheers" and took a swallow
before trading another kiss.
"What can I do to help?" John wanted to know.
"Actually, nothing.  The table is set and we've got about 15 minutes before
the roast needs to come out of the oven.  Then it needs to set for about 15
minutes or so.  The other stuff will be all set to come out of the oven when
the roast is ready to slice," Ray answered.
John leaned in for another hug and kiss.
"Let's go sit in the living room," Ray said as he picked up the timer.  John
led the way and after Ray closed the front door they sat in the love seat
facing each other.  There was a small fire in the fireplace, mainly for
looks
Ray spoke.  "We've been seeing each other for a little over two months and
I've enjoyed every minute of our time together and miss you terribly when
you have to go home.  And, seeing you at work during the day makes me
realize that I've come to think of you as more than just a casual friend..."
he trailed off.
"I know..." John started to say.
"Let me finish what I started to say," Ray told him.  He gathered his
thoughts.  "My original fear was that our working relationship might
interfere with our personal lives, but I don't think it has.  Andy, Keith
and Pete have all told me that they think you have made an excellent
addition to our company.  You're dependable, asking questions when necessary
and they all respect you."
John started to say something, but Ray said, "Let me finish."
"I want more from our relationship than being together on a part time basis.
  I want you here with me all the time where we can go to sleep and wake up
with each other; to share our lives with each other and truly become a
couple.  Do you think we can make a relationship work like that?" he
questioned.
"Oh Ray... I'm like you.  I've wanted to say the same thing to you but I
didn't want to seem pushy.  It makes for an awfully empty evening after I
leave here, or when you've been to my place and leave.  I've felt a lot of
support from your partners, Pete and all of the foreman and nobody has
suggested that they are uncomfortable with seeing us together."
"No, they aren't.  I'm not sure the foremen know the extent of our
friendship, or relationship, whatever we can call it right now.  And, I'm
not about to run out and tell them.  They are good men and I don't think
they will have a problem as long as we don't make an issue of it," Ray
stated.
"I agree with that.  As much as I want to give you a hug when I see you
during the day, I can restrain myself... but only for a little while," John
answered.
"Do you think you can be comfortable living here with me?" Ray asked.  "This
place isn't overly large, but it's very functional and I don't think we'll
be in each others' way."
"The only problem is that I signed a six-month lease and it doesn't come up
for renewal until the end of May.  I could move out sooner, but would
forfeit my last months rent in lieu of a 30-day notice," John told him.
Ray laughed.  "How about getting your security deposit and last months rent
back?  Would that help you make up your mind?"
John looked surprised.  "No way.  That's not going to happen.  Willie
Petersen, he's the manager, isn't about to do that.  He's tough to deal
with."
Ray's face took on a big grin.  "That's the reason I hired him.  He runs a
pretty tight ship over there and seldom has any problems with tenants."
This time it was John's turn to look surprised.  "What... do you mean?" he
questioned.
"I'm a partner in the ownership of River Park Apartments.  If Willie is told
to give you back your deposit and last months rent, he'll do it... that is
assuming you haven't wrecked the place and when I was there last week, it
looked pretty good to me."  Ray reached for John's hand and squeezed it.
"That wouldn't be part of the reason that my rent is less than what was
quoted to me when I first looked for an apartment there?" John wanted to
know.
"Might be," Ray grinned.  "You needed a place to live and I was in a
position to help you out.  And, I did."
About that time the timer signaled that Ray needed to return to the kitchen.
  "Get us two more bottles of beer," Ray said as he stood up, handing his
empty bottle to John.
John followed Ray to the kitchen, disposed of the bottles, getting two cold
ones out and opening them.
	Ray pulled the roasting pan out of the oven and checked the potatoes and
casserole.  The smell was great and it looked good, too.  "Right on the
mark," Ray said as he pulled the thermometer out of the roast.  "This needs
to sit for about 15 minutes before I slice it, so we can go back to the
living room.  He took John's hand so they could walk together.
	"Can I ask how you got into the apartment business?" John asked.  He was
curious.
	"Sure.  Those units were built about 5 years ago.  There were supposed to
be twice as many apartments as there are, but the person building them ran
into some financial problems and the bank cut off his funding.  He couldn't
get financing anywhere else.  My company was owed more money than any of the
other contractors so Keith, Andy and I managed to get the financing needed
to complete it and save the money we had in it in labor and materials.
	"We had planned to sell it after completion, but the market wasn't there.
We could have sold it for about what we had in it, but decided to hang on to
it.  I hired Willie Peterson to manage it for us and he's done an excellent
job.
	"At some point, if the occupancy rates go way up we might consider building
more units, a building at a time.  We put a playground on the other side of
the swimming pool and many think it belongs to the city.  The complex is
paying its way right now and that's all we ask.  There's only one complex in
Williamsport that is nicer and the owners aren't doing the necessary
maintenance, so it won't stay that way for long."
	As they ate, the talk was about Ray's business interests.  Ray laid it all
out for John because he felt he had a right to know, should they decide to
take the next step in a relationship.  John thought that Ray had
accomplished a lot in his life, but then realized that he was 33 years old
and had been working since he had been in high school.
John, on the other hand, was 19 years old and had attended Western JuCo, not
returning for a second year.  He had worked with his father and brother to
help them out for the summer, and had worked for the Bar-W Ranch for less
than 2 months.  At that time Ray had persuaded him to come to work for his
company.  Shortly afterward they found themselves in a sexual relationship
and three months later they were talking about it becoming permanent.
Neither of them was experienced when it came to matters of love.  Each had
only admitted to themselves a year ago that they were gay.  John thought
maybe that was the best way to develop a relationship.  They could explore
and learn new things with each other.  Certainly Ray turned him on and he
knew that he could rely on him when it came to learning things he needed to
know.
Ray was thinking that he might encourage John to return to school to get a
degree in Industrial Engineering and the mechanics of construction.
Certainly he could be of a great deal of help to the company if he was so
inclined.  If he wasn't interested, he could still be of help to the company
in the position he was in and as Ray's partner in life.
Their discussion continued through dessert.  They snuggled against each
other on the love seat.  Ray had added a log to the fire the last time he
was up and it was starting to burn.  With the lights turned down the fire
added a lot of atmosphere to the room.
Soon they were kissing and then found themselves on the floor in front of
the fire.  Ray retrieved a light blanket and two pillows off the floor next
to the loveseat. This was the perfect way to end a week.  They'd had a
discussion about their feelings for each other.  John had planned to spend
the night as he usually did on Friday and sometimes Saturday.  There were
clean clothes for tomorrow in his backpack.
They both went to sleep under the blanket.  When Ray came to, the fire had
gone out and John was still out of it.  He decided to awaken John by kissing
him all over his face.  It had the desired result.  John started returning
the favor.
"Let's take this up to the bedroom," John said, "the bed is softer than this
floor."  They made their way up the stairs, John grabbing his backpack to
take with him.
	* * * * *
	It had taken a lot of work, but with the whole family helping, the house
now belonging to Forrest was ready for Carol Stanhope and Paula Hunter to
set up an estate sale.  Forrest had kept more than he thought he needed, but
Frank and Doris told him that later he would be glad he had it.  They had
found several boxes of items that had belonged to his grandparents on his
mother's side of the family.  Things he had had never seen before, mostly
photo albums, hand painted plates and some jewelry.  There were also
complete sets of the works of Charles Dickens and Mark Twain along with
other books; many were first editions.
	* * * * *
The next Sunday, February third, the Jenkins family of six presented
themselves for baptism at St. James.
Bret Senior, true to his promise had gotten all of the paperwork ready to
file to bring Victory Temple up-to-date with the Texas Corporation
Commission.  It had taken a lot of work and many telephone calls to the
Secretary of State's office to get everything in order.
Finally, he had all ten of the annual reports completed and approved by the
state.  When he took the large envelope of documents to Riley Boyd, he was
verbally abused for taking so long and leaving them in a lurch, as nobody
else wanted the treasurer's job.  Bret could see why.  He left the envelope
with Riley, telling him that it would be best to send a separate check for
each year and that the total due with penalties was a little over $4,000.
That didn't suit Riley at all and he started his haranguing again.
Bret was pissed.  "Riley, I'm going to tell you what I should have told
Jimmy Bob years ago and that's, take your damn church and shove it."  With
that he walked to his car and drove away.  He was so mad he was shaking.
It wasn't until a few days later that he heard a tidbit of information
concerning Victory Temple.  Immediately after Jimmy Bob's death, Riley Boyd
brought in a new minister that he expected the congregation to hire.  Many
in the congregation sensed that Riley and his wife, Lois, were trying to
impose their will on the other members.  The new minister immediately got
into an altercation with Riley over a minor problem and quit on the spot.
The church building and house where Jimmy Bob had lived had been put on the
market.  Furthermore, it seemed that Riley and his wife had banked the money
Bret found in Jimmy Bob's attic, but only he and Lois could sign checks on
that account.  Bret wondered if the members even knew about the half million
in cash that Jimmy Bob had stolen.  That was the money Jimmy Bob tried to
give to Bret, who couldn't wait to get the money out of his possession and
had arranged for it to be returned to the church.
* * * * *
That same Sunday Forrest was sitting between Dale and Craig.  To their left
were Frank, Doris, Susan and Chuck.  Again, it was the "Bastian Family Row".
  Dale had to smile when he thought of it that way.
	During the organ prelude Dale sensed someone sitting down in the chairs
behind them.  There was a tap on his shoulder and when he turned to see who
it was, Ray and John smiled back at them.  This was the second time they had
attended church since Christmas Eve.
Ray whispered, "You may have to help us with the service."
	Craig and Forrest had turned also.  Craig held up the service folder.
"It's all right in here, the hymns, the readings and prayers... everything
you need.  Just stand up when we do but you don't have to kneel if you don't
want to.  Just sit down."
	Ray whispered back, "John thinks I'm old, but I can still get down on my
knees."  That brought smiles to all of them.  "Thanks.  We think Fr. George
is wonderful and the music and ritual are grand, too," Ray told them.  About
that time the prelude had ended and they could hear the bell being rung for
the start of the mass.  The congregation stood as the choir sang an introit
from the back of the nave.
	The processional hymn was "Come Down O Love Divine" (Hymn Tune: Down
Ampney), the congregation singing with gusto.
Dale was eagerly anticipating the visit of the Bishop the next Sunday.
Along with Forrest and Joey, he would be confirmed.
* * * * *
	Chuck and Susan loved their new jobs and the people they worked with.
Chuck's job was with the Texas Parks and Wildlife Department, working for
the Lake and Watershed Division.  That agency was similar to the Army Corps
of Engineers, but at a state level.  There were 3 other men working in that
division and their primary job was to monitor water conditions in the lakes
and to trace any pollution back to its source.  The men generally worked in
pairs and their jobs might take them as far as 150 miles in any direction
from Austin.  The only drawback was that the office was southeast of
downtown, not too far from the airport.  Traffic was a problem on some days;
however, the department furnished Chuck a pickup to drive since he was "on
call" most of the time.
	Susan's new job was with the Austin Department of Streets in the planning
division.  Her job was to work with developers to plan access streets as
well as residential streets in new sub-divisions.  Her work took her all
over the city; however, the job was 8 to 4:30, five days a week.  The office
was located in a new complex next to the city yards, far west of downtown so
she had little traffic in driving to and from Williamsport.  There were two
people in her department that drew all of the plans, along with one
inspector.  It was a lot different than the fast-paced job she had in
Dallas.
	* * * * *
The next week Ray stopped at Saber Computers to talk to Frank about the
construction of the new home he and Doris were going to build.
He tapped on the frame of the open door of Frank's office.  Frank motioned
him in, standing up to shake hands.  "Hi Ray, can we sell you a new computer
today?" Frank asked.
"No, but that's not too far in the future.  There has been a lot of new
technology appear since we bought our equipment a couple of years ago.  I
understand that there are some new CAD programs out that make our stuff look
like kindergarten drawings," Ray told him.
"You're right about that," Frank agreed.  "We need to stock more in the way
of technical software, but what's popular today will disappear next week.
If you find something you are interested in, we can try to get a demo copy
for you to run and see what it will do for you."
"I appreciate that," Ray told him.
"What can I help you with?" Frank wanted to know.  He sensed this wasn't
just a social call.
"Cranston Construction Company has gone out of business.  They closed Friday
night and I was able to hire four of their men to work for us.  We are still
expanding our company, but are finishing up the warehouse project east of
Williamsport and now we can take on other new work," Ray explained.
"You mean like a certain new house I'd like to build?" Frank wanted to know.
"That's right.  If you want me to make a bid, I'll stop at Craig's office
and pick up a set of plans," Ray said.
Frank answered, "Yes, by all means.  Craig has always said that you were the
best in the area and worked quickly."
"We've tried to build our company carefully and hire the best men we can
find.  We don't put up with workers who don't have good attendance or those
who don't do their job.  Some that we've hired as temporary help for special
projects have become permanent employees as we could work them into our
various crews," Ray answered.
"I assume your bid will be fair, do you have any idea as to when you might
be able to start construction?" Frank wanted to know.
"Probably next Monday.  It won't take me long to write up a bill of
materials and make labor estimates.  Have you and Doris picked out
appliances, light fixtures, plumbing fixtures and floor and wall coverings?"
Ray asked.
"Doris and Craig have," Frank laughed.  "I don't get to vote, it's just a
'bring the checkbook type of thing'."
Ray grinned, "Okay.  Let me get your plans and I'll get back with you in a
couple of days.  Then we'll see if you want to sign a contract with our
company," Ray told him.
"We shouldn't have any problems.  We have a building permit already and the
electric company said they could set a construction meter with a days
notice," Frank told him.
The men shook hands.
Ray's next stop was at Craig's office.  He wanted to get a set of house
plans for the Bastian's new home and also talk to Craig about the work to be
done on the house he and Dale were building.  He could either offer a
contract for the completion of the house, or give a bid for the various
sub-contracts needed to complete the house.  Ray figured that he would make
about the same amount of money regardless of the way Dale and Craig wanted
to handle the rest of the construction.
* * * * *
Dale awoke early the morning of February 10th, the day that he, along with
Joey and Forrest would be confirmed into the Episcopal Church.  The parish
was having a breakfast between the two masses in honor of the Bishop's
visit.  The Bishop was to preach at the early mass, and then be the
celebrant and preacher at the 10:30 solemn high mass of confirmation.  The
breakfast was scheduled for 9 o'clock and those being confirmed, along with
their families were also to be guests of honor.
Being all wound up, Dale knew he wouldn't be able to go back to sleep.  He
eased himself out of bed and to the bathroom to take care of his morning
piss call, washed his face and brushed his teeth.  He walked back into the
bedroom and debated whether to crawl back in bed with his lover or go to the
kitchen and start the coffeepot.
He decided on the caffeine.  To his surprise, Joey was already in the
kitchen and the coffeepot was almost through the brewing cycle.  Joey was
looking at the morning paper and Mitsy was just finishing her breakfast.
"Hi Dad," Joey greeted Dale.  "Nice morning."
"Good morning, bud," Dale said, giving Joey a hug around his shoulders as he
started to sit on one of the bar stools at the kitchen counter.
"Where's Dad Craig?  You guys always come in here together every morning."
"He's still asleep.  I guess I'm all wired up and I couldn't sleep any
longer.
About that time Forrest came into the kitchen.  It was obvious that he had
just been in the shower.
"Mornin', Dad," Forrest greeted Dale.
"Good morning to you, too," he responded.
"Where's my other Dad?  You guys are always in here together in the
morning," Forrest wanted to know.
About that time Craig came into the kitchen, also wearing just his boxer
shorts.  He gave Dale a kiss as he pulled himself onto the stool next to
Dale.
"I missed waking up next to my lover this morning.  Hi, guys," he greeted
Joey and Forrest.  The other three men greeted Craig, Dale giving him
another kiss.
Joey was pouring orange juice for each of them and filling their coffee
mugs.
Forrest loved the fact that they had "family time" together each morning.
It was a nice way to start the day and find out what everyone had planned.
"What woke you up so early?" Craig questioned Dale.
"Guess I'm all wound up about the breakfast at the church and then the
confirmation rite during the mass.  This is a big day for all of us and I'm
all excited to be sharing this day with our sons and you."  He smiled a big
smile.  Frank, Doris and Craig were to stand with them as they knelt in
front of the Bishop for the laying on of hands.
"Me, too," Craig told them.  "I'm so proud of all of you," he said with
tears in his eyes.  "I'll be right back," he said, heading to their bedroom.
The other three men looked at each other with questions in their eyes.  Dale
teased, "Must be a 'Mom thing'."
Soon Craig was back.  He had three gift-wrapped packages and gave the
appropriate one to each of his family.  Each had a card on it that said, "To
celebrate your Baptism and Confirmation, with Love from Craig."
They tore into the packages.  Each one contained a red leather-bound copy of
the Book of Common Prayer with their name stamped in gold.
On top of the book was a pewter crucifix, suitable for display on a shelf or
desktop.  Each had a small plaque at the base with the persons' name and
confirmation date, February 10, 1991.
There was much hugging and thank-yous for Craig and each other.
After they settled back down, Joey poured a second cup of coffee for each.
He didn't open the package of muffins, as they would be eating breakfast at
the church in about an hour.
"I hate to break up this fun party, but it looks to me that Forrest is the
only one who has taken a shower," Dale said, standing up to take his dishes
to the sink to rinse them.
"Here, Dad, I can do that," Forrest said.  "All I need to do is get dressed.
  I'll unload the dishwasher from last night and put this stuff in it."
* * * * *
They arrived at the parish hall about 15 minutes before the breakfast was to
be served.  Fr. George and Bishop Wrelling were greeting people so the
entire family joined in the line to shake hands with the two clergymen.  Fr.
George introduced Frank and Doris, along with Chuck and Susan as having just
moved to Williamsport and transferring their memberships from Arlington.
Next was Craig.  Fr. George explained that Craig was Frank and Doris' son,
and was part owner of a family computer business as well as being the
architect who was responsible for the renovation of the Rectory.  He then
introduced Forrest as a new confirmand and explained that Craig had recently
adopted him, as he had no family.
Next were Dale and Joey.  He introduced Dale as the General Manager of the
Bar-W Ranch and told the Bishop that Joey was his half-brother.  He added
that Joey would be singing a solo during the offertory and that both men
were to be confirmed that morning.
The Bishop was pleased with the turn out at the first mass and it appeared
that the parish hall was going to be filled for the breakfast.  He was
especially happy when Fr. George told him that there were 31 people in the
class to be confirmed that morning.
Fr. George stepped to the podium and switched on the PA system.  He welcomed
and introduced Bishop John Powell Wrelling.  The Bishop thanked the people
for their warm welcome, then asked people to pray, ending with a blessing
for the food and the fellowship of St. James parish.
Forrest found their place cards at one of the tables for 8 people.  The
ladies of the church had gone all out for the meal, which was served by some
of the men.  There were various kinds of fruit, sausage patties, scrambled
eggs, biscuits and honey, along with a choice of fruit juice or V-8 Juice
and plenty of coffee or milk.  The meal was served family style, the servers
warning people that the bowls were hot.  No one should have complained about
being hungry when finished eating that meal.
Those being confirmed that day were all wearing a nametag with a red ribbon.
  People were encouraged to congratulate the new members of the parish.
Dale was amazed at the number of people who spoke to him and Joey, having
nice things to say about Saber Computers, the Bar-W ranch, their new home
and Joey's contribution to worship with his vocal solos.  Craig and Forrest
also we surprised and pleased by receiving many greetings and
congratulations, naming the Beauford Mansion project, Saber Computers and
the new home he was building.
Finally, it was time for the clergy to retire to the vesting sacristy, the
choir to go to the choir room and those being confirmed (with the exception
of three in the choir) to meet in the Chapel of St. Joseph in the south
transept.  They would follow the choir in the procession and sit in reserved
seats in the first two rows.  Their families were to sit in the rows behind
those being confirmed.
About five minutes before the mass was to start, the group was moved to the
narthex.  At the same time, the choir and clergy with others taking part in
the procession arrived at the front door from outside.  Dale was fascinated
with the preparation of getting everyone lined up and in their proper place
in the procession.  He caught Joey's eye and gave him a "thumbs up" which
was returned to him and Forrest.
He spotted Marty Williamson, vested as the Bishops' Chaplain.  He would be
responsible for holding the Bishops' Crosier when the Bishop wasn't carrying
it.  Also it was his job to put the miter on Bishop Wrelling's head when he
was supposed to be wearing it, and removing it when it wasn't needed.  He
was also to see that the Bishop was in the proper place at the right time.
Being Confirmation Sunday, the vestments were red and gold and Bishop
Wrelling made an imposing sight, at 6'4", in his full Eucharistic vestments,
wearing a cope and his miter.
Dale whispered to Forrest, "This is going to be a very impressive church
service."
Forrest, who had been watching everything that was taking place, said, "You
got that right!"
Finally the joyful organ prelude was over.  Fr. Whyte, vested as a Sub
Deacon, rang the bell signaling the start of the mass.  The choir chanted
the entrance introit, and then the organist introduced the processional
hymn, "Hail thee!  Spirit, Lord Eternal" (Hymn Tune: "Cowley").
Fr. George, vested as a Deacon, added a generous amount of incense pellets
to the thurible, making the sign of the cross as Jason Williamson lowered
the lid and secured it in place.
At the beginning of the second verse, the procession started moving toward
the front of the nave, into the chancel.  Those acolytes carrying the
processional cross and candles followed the thurifer.  The choir was next
with those in the confirmation class behind them.  The procession continued
with the clergy cross and two more candle bearers ahead of the clergy and
lectors who would be reading the scriptures and prayers.  Fr. George was
carrying the golden Book of Gospels and Fr. Whyte was sprinkling the
congregation with Holy Water as they moved down the long aisle.
Marty Williamson, wearing a white alb with red trim, was swinging a second
censer ahead of Bishop Wrelling, who was the last in the procession.  He was
carrying his Crosier and waving to the congregation.  It was obvious the
Bishop was enjoying every step he took.
By the time the Bishop had arrived at the crossing, Paul had started a
magnificent organ improvisation, using every trumpet stop on the organ, with
the big en-chamade reed commanding its place above them all.  Dale could
feel shivers running up and down his back.  Both he and Forrest felt a lot
of emotion and had tears of joy in their eyes.
The last verse of the hymn started as the Bishop entered the chancel, the
young boys and tenors singing a descant.  As the hymn ended, the clergy
party moved to the high altar., all three bending to kiss the table.  Marty
Williamson handed the censer he was carrying to Fr. George.  The Bishop
handed his Crosier to Marty, who moved to stand in front of the Bishop's
chair.  Fr. George handed the thurible to the Bishop, whispering
"instructions" as the three clergymen moved around the high altar.  Finally
the Bishop offered incense to the other two clergy and handed the censer to
Fr. George, bowing as incense was offered to him.
The music for the ordinary of the mass was "The Mass of the Quiet Hour" by
George Oldroyd.  At the appropriate place the choir sang the Kyrie, followed
by the Gloria in excelsis.
After the second lesson, the organist introduced the Sequence Hymn, which
was "O Heav'nly Grace" (Hymn tune: "Charterhouse").  As the Gospel
procession formed in front of the high altar, the Bishop added more incense
to the thurible being carried by Jason Williamson.  The procession moved
about halfway down the nave.  After Fr. George chanted The Holy Gospel, the
procession moved back to the chancel area.  Marty removed the Bishop's miter
and carrying his Crosier, escorted him to the pulpit for his Homily.
Following the Homily was the Rite of Confirmation.  The Bishop donned his
miter and sat down in a chair placed at the top of the chancel steps.  At
the appropriate time, each of the candidates for confirmation were presented
in turn and knelt on a cushion in front of the Bishop.  It was a proud
moment for Dale when the Bishop placed his hands on either side of his head
and said, "Defend, O Lord, your servant Dale Joseph Richards with your
heavenly grace, that he may continue yours for ever, and daily increase in
your Holy Spirit more and more, until he comes to your everlasting kingdom.
Amen."
Frank, Doris and Craig were standing behind him with their hands on his
shoulders.  When it was Joey's turn to be confirmed, Dale joined in placing
his hand on Joey's left shoulder.  Then when Forrest was confirmed, Joey
joined the others as sponsors, placing his hand on his shoulder, also.
Joey's solo for the Offertory was "Alleluia!" by Ferdinand Hummel.  It was a
big work, showing off the dynamics of Joey's rich baritone voice and ending
with great enthusiasm and a wonderful ending for the organ.  He saw Paul
give him a thumbs-up as he started his long organ improvisation to bring the
ushers up the aisle with the collection plates as the Doxology was sung.  He
continued on through the ceremony of the high altar being censed again in
preparation for the consecration prayers.
Finally the mass was over, the choir and congregation singing "Glorious
things of thee are spoken" (Hymn Tune: "Abbot's Leigh") as the choir and
clergy recessed, giving Paul another chance to rattle the stained glass in
the windows with the trompette en-chamade.
There was a coffee hour in the parish hall to allow those who had not yet
greeted the Bishop to do so.  As usual, the boys from the choir were already
helping themselves to their share of the cookies and sweets that were laid
out on the table.  There was another reception line with those who had just
been confirmed standing in line after Bishop Wrelling.  Joey was especially
pleased when the Bishop came to him to congratulate him on his wonderful
solo.
The Bishop, a few minutes later, made his way to the podium to bid the
congregation farewell until his next visit to Williamsport.  His remarks
surprised Fr. George as he said, "When Father George told me the
confirmation rite was going to be part of a solemn high mass and that he
wanted me to wear my full regalia, my first impulse was to tell him no, as I
seldom do that, even in my own cathedral.  But, this has been a wonderful
experience for me.  I've learned something about the ceremony of the church
today and I had wonderful support and cues from both Fr. Tikker and Fr.
Whyte this morning.  St. James has the largest confirmation class than any
parish in the diocese and that speaks well for both Fr. George and Fr.
Geffory Whyte.  It's been an experience that I'll never forget and I look
forward to doing this for you again the next year."
That statement received a handsome round of applause from those in the
parish hall.
* * * * *
Forrest's seventeenth birthday was February 12th and it had been decided a
week earlier there would be a family birthday dinner at Frank and Doris'
apartment on Sunday evening.  Dale and Craig were hosting a party for him at
their condo on Tuesday evening after school.  Of course, he and Joey wanted
"the gang" to be there as well as a few other students who shared various
classes.
Since there had been a bountiful breakfast at the church and they knew Doris
was fixing Prime Rib, Craig had gone to the Deli on Saturday to buy meat and
buns, along with salads so they could make sandwiches after they arrived
home from church.  Both Forrest and Joey were hungry and there wasn't
anything left from the supplies Craig had purchased.  Craig made a mental
note that there were now two hungry teen boys living with them.
Joey was tired and wanted to take a nap.  Forrest still had a little
homework to complete in the way of a book report, so planned to finish that
since Joey wouldn't be using their computer.  Joey shucked his athletic
shoes, Levis and polo shirt, leaving only his boxers and socks on.  He was
tired and ready to take a nap.  The solo he had sung that morning had been
difficult, but he was still feeling the exhilaration of singing it the way
Paul wanted it to sound.  He crawled under the light blanket and the
rhythmic tapping of the computer keys put him in dreamland immediately.
* * * * *
Dale and Craig had made an excuse about needing to go to the Bar-W Ranch to
get milk and eggs to be divided between their household and that of Craig's
parents.  Dale went into the cooler room to get two gallon jugs of milk and
a dozen eggs each.  He and Craig drove back to the crew quarters to get the
car they had purchased for Forrest.
Only Pat's car was in the parking area, so Dale thought the three men who
were currently living there might have gone off together.  He handed Craig a
set of keys.  He'd had four extra sets made; for Forrest, Joey, Craig and
himself.
"You trust me to drive this?" Craig teased.
"No, but I don't know anyone else who can help today," he said.  He loved to
tease Craig.
Craig got into the car and started it.  Dale followed him to Williamsport
and his parents' home.  The car was a fine piece of machinery and fun to
drive.  He knew that both Forrest and Joey would love it.  It was too bad
that Joey had to wait another year and a half until he was 16 and could have
a non-restricted license.
Frank was watching for the men and directed them to a parking place across
the driveway from the entrance to their apartment.  Craig deftly backed it
into the guest-parking stall.
"I like this car!" Craig enthused as he got out.
"Both of my grandson's are going to be so happy with this," Frank agreed.
There were several packages for Dale to retrieve from the trunk of Craig's
car.  He handed Frank the milk and eggs he'd gotten for Doris and gave Craig
two gift-wrapped boxes to carry into the apartment, taking the other two
himself.
Doris had the Prime Rib ready to put in the oven and was busy chopping up
vegetables to roast for a side dish.  The baking potatoes had been wrapped
in foil and were lying on the counter.  Doris had iced a carrot cake,
everyone's' favorite.
They visited briefly about the church service that morning, then it was time
for Dale and Craig to go home so they could get ready to come back at 5
o'clock.
* * * * *
Although Forrest did finish his book report and printed it, Joey only had a
brief nap before he felt Forrest crawl into their bed and spoon in behind
him.  He could feel Forrest's hand rubbing through the hair on his chest and
then moving down to his navel.  A finger tickled the belly button, causing a
shock to be felt in his dick, which was quickly becoming hard.  The hand
moved under the elastic waistband and on down to his thick pubes where he
could feel the fingers combing through the patch.  Then Forrest shifted a
little and Joey could feel his hard cock poking him on the right cheek of
his ass.
"Are you awake?" Forrest whispered.
"Well, duh?" was Joey's response.
"I'm really horny, do you wanna jack?" Forrest asked.
"That's a no-brainer," Joey told him, rolling around so they could face the
other.
They exchanged a kiss, starting with brushing each other's lips, then
getting more serious and finally exchanging tongue and getting quite
passionate and turned-on, too.  Hands found their way inside each others
boxer shorts and finally they removed them altogether so they could have the
freedom to explore the other's turgid genitals.
The kissing had caused each to start to leak precum as they stroked each
other.
"Dude, this is so hot!" Forrest whispered.
Joey agreed.  "Yeah, I like.  So, why are you whispering?" he asked quietly.
"I don't know," Forrest giggled.  "This just seems so erotic and I like it."
By this time, both their cocks were slick, making it easy to manipulate the
other by using long strokes.
Joey said, "This is the wildest thing I've ever felt.  It's like I don't
have any control over my dick.  Uhnn... Slow down.  You're gonna make me cum
and I don't want this feeling to end too soon.  Can we make it last?"  He
was almost begging.
Forrest had an idea.  "I wanna try something," he told Joey.
"Sure.  What?" he wanted to know.
"This."  With that, Forrest helped Joey to roll onto his back.  He straddled
Joey's thighs so their dicks were lined up.  He spit on his right hand and
grasped both their cocks, moving them against the other.
"Man, this is so hot.  Kiss me!" Joey urgently said, trying to lean up to
meet Forrest's lips.
Their lips met, then tongues moved to other areas of the face.  They were
thrusting against each other and a climax was imminent.
"Stop!  Or I'm gonna cum all over the place!!"  Joey wasn't quiet about it
this time.
They broke contact, Forrest looking down at Joey, still flat on his back.
"That was close for me, too," Forrest told his brother.  "I want this to
last for a little bit for me, too," he said.
"I can't help it, this is fun and feels good, too," Joey giggled.
Forrest had released their cocks from his hand, but shucked Joey's foreskin
back and wiped his fingers around the head.  He put the mixture of cum,
saliva and smegma in his mouth.  The taste was amazing.
"Hey, save some for me!" Joey begged.  "I like it, too."
Forrest's reaction was to press his lips to Joey's, trading the mixture back
and forth while his finger searched for more between Joey's foreskin and
cockhead.  Forrest broke the kiss to add more of the mixture to their
mouths, Joey sucking it off his fingers.
They stirred the mixture with their tongues, continuing to stroke the
other's cock lightly as they didn't want to cause this session to be over
with until they were ready.
Forrest broke the kiss again.  "I want to taste this from the source," he
told Joey.
That was music to Joey's ears.  He'd wanted to try that himself, but wasn't
sure what Forrest's reaction would be, although they had seen it in many of
the videos they'd watched together.
Forrest trailed his tongue down Joey's chest and stomach, stopped again to
tongue out his navel, causing Joey to bounce on the bed.
"Dude, that is such a tremendous feeling!" Joey managed to croak out.
Forrest didn't waste any time.  The head of the blood-engorged member was
right below Joey's navel, almost tight against his groin.  In one fell
swoop, his lips were wrapped around Joey's cock, his tongue swabbing around
the corona and then right below it as he pulled the foreskin back again.
Forrest wished he had a foreskin so they both could enjoy the same
experience.
Joey almost bucked them both off the bed as Forrest closed his mouth around
Joey's drooling cock.  Forrest thought it was the most wonderful thing he'd
ever tasted.
Not to be outdone, Joey leaned up and shoved Forrest away from his cock,
turned and went down on his brother.  Forrest was with him in swallowing
about three-fourths of Joey's handsome appendage.  They held each other in
their mouths, carefully running their tongues around the other's hard cock.
Then it was like there was no warning for either of them.  They let the
ambrosia of their passion loose in each other's mouth, almost choking the
other.  It was the first time they had done that, but it wouldn't be the
last, either.
Breathless, they offered the residue of their cum to each other.  They truly
were brothers now, having drunk the elixir of life from the other, directly
from the source.
* * * * *
It was Forrest's turn to drive that afternoon when they went to the
grandparents' home for the birthday dinner.  Dale and Craig were riding in
the back seat and as the car turned into the apartment complex, Forrest and
Joey spotted the yellow Camaro about the same time.  "Wow, cool wheels!"
Forrest exclaimed.
Joey's comment was "That car rocks!"
Their Dads smiled at each other as the boys wasted no time getting out of
Craig's car and going to admire the other one.
Dale and Craig started across the driveway as Frank came to the door to
greet all of them.  "Who does this car belong to?" Joey questioned.
Frank replied, "We have new neighbors, just moved in a couple of days ago.
That was the truth - as far as it went.  That was the end of the questions,
but everyone could tell that they were wondering if they might meet the guy
it belonged to.
Susan and Chuck arrived at the time they were going into the house.  Chuck
was admiring the yellow Camaro, also.
They greeted Doris and everyone made nice noises about how good everything
smelled.  Doris told them that it would be about an hour and a half before
they were ready to eat.
"In that case, let's see if the birthday boy got any presents," Frank said.
"I thought I saw some in the dining room," Doris replied.
"Why don't you sit over there," Frank suggested, indicating the love seat.
Dale, Craig and Joey came back into the living room with six wrapped boxes
of various sizes.  The first present Forrest opened was a light windbreaker
from his grandparents.  Craig's present to his son was a pair of white
Dockers and a yellow polo shirt.  He opened the next present, which was from
Susan and Chuck.  It was a 1000-piece jigsaw puzzle picturing the National
Cathedral in Washington, D.C.
Opening Dale's gift, he was pleased to see a gold neck chain like the ones
Dale and Craig wore.  He thanked both Dads and asked Craig to help him put
it on.
Joey's present to his brother was a Sony Walkman CD player with a good set
of earphones.
The sixth present was a small black box tied with a gold ribbon.  There was
no tag on it.  He carefully opened the box and found something wrapped in
tissue paper.  Opening that, he held up a key ring with two car keys on it.
Forrest looked puzzled and Joey was the first to put it together.
"Oh man!" Joey said.  "Is this what I think it is?"
About that time Forrest realized what the keys might fit.  He had a grin
from ear to ear.
"Why don't you guys go outside and play 'find the car'?" Craig laughed.
	Everyone went outside, following Forrest and Joey, who wasted no time
running to the Camaro.  One key fit the door lock!!!  Forrest choked up and
the tears flooded his eyes.  "Nobody's ever bought me anything this nice.
All of you are so good to me and I don't deserve this!!" he said, trying to
control himself.
	Dale and Craig walked up, one on either side of him.  "It's okay, Forrest,"
Craig said to calm him down.  You need a car and we're happy to provide one
for you.  By summer we'll be living in the country and won't always be there
to take you boys where you need to go.  And there is no school bus to take
you into town to school, either."
	Dale continued what Craig had said.  "It will be over a year before Joey
can have his own car, but I know you guys will share this one.  It's just
that Joey can't drive it unless an adult is in the car with him."
	"Oh man, I can't believe this," Forrest said, still trying to regain
control of his emotions.  "I saw the car when we drove in, but I didn't
think for a minute...  I mean, I wasn't expecting a car.  You guys are so
good to me."  The tears welled up in his eyes again.
	Forrest turned and gave Craig a big hug, saying "Thank you, Dad, thank
you."  Then he turned to Dale and repeated the gesture, receiving a tight
hug back from each.  Not to be outdone, Joey gave both of his Dads a hug,
thanking them, also.  He knew the car was for Forrest, but that he would
share, too.  He thought his Dads were so cool, buying an awesome car like
that for his brother and him.
	"Okay boys, take the car for a test drive, but be back here in time for
dinner.  We'll be ready to sit down in... what?" Craig asked his mother.
	Doris looked at her watch.  "Be back here in an hour, ready to eat - and no
later unless you want cold food and the rest of us are generous enough to
leave you something."
	Everyone thought that was funny.
	"Okay, guys, drive carefully," Dale told them.  He handed Joey a key ring.
With your brother's permission, here is your set of keys - in case Forrest
loses his."  Dale beamed his best 1000-watt smile.
	Joey and Forrest exchanged a high-five with each other, and then got into
the car.
	Forrest sat in the drivers seat and with Joey's help, adjusted the mirrors.
  They both pulled their safety belts around them.  He turned the key and
the engine roared to life.  It was a four-speed manual transmission.  Now he
knew why Dale had taken him to the ranch and had him drive one of the farm
pickups that had a floor shift.
	Looking both directions, Forrest carefully pulled out of the parking place
and made a right turn to take them to the street.  The car turned left onto
the city street and disappeared.
	"So... what do I have to do to get you guys to adopt me?" Chuck asked,
giving both of the Dads a squeeze on their shoulders and a pat on the back
as they went inside.
	Craig spoke up.  "You have to be homeless and have a sad story."
	They were still all laughing as they entered the apartment.
	"I think that calls for a drink; I declare the bar to be open.
Gentlemen... and Ladies?" Frank questioned.
	Frank made drinks for the six of them.  Susan went to the kitchen to help
her mother.  Craig followed, but Doris told him that they had everything
under control.
	Dale picked up the wrapping paper and put it in the trash.  He then closed
the gift boxes and put them by the front door so they wouldn't be forgotten.
	He leaded over the back of the love seat to give Craig a quick kiss.  "So,
Dad, do you think we'll ever see 'em again?"
	Craig answered, "Damn... yes.  They'll get hungry and they already know
there's food here."
	Dale teased.  "Yeah they expect at least four square meals a day and snacks
in-between to keep them going.  I didn't know that children their age were
so expensive to maintain.  Maybe we should have started with a four-year old
and gotten used to this gradually."
	That statement brought a round of laugher from all of them as Doris and
Susan had walked back into the living room to hear everything that had been
said.
	Doris said, "Yes, I remember Craig and both girls when they were teenagers.
  Craig was always ready for a snack and the girls pretended to be on a
diet, but they always ate a fair share, too."
	"Seriously," Frank said.  "You fellows have two young men who are just
great.  Forrest has taken to all three of you like a duck goes to water.
All of you are fortunate to have each other."
* * * * *
	Meanwhile the evening parade of cars was slowly moving up and down Merchant
Street, the north-south highway thru Williamsport.  This was a ritual on
Friday, Saturday and Sunday evenings, the teens getting to show off their
cars, girlfriends and boyfriends and to just hang out with each other,
trading passengers.  The young people rode up and down the street, a
distance of about two miles, going around the block at each end, to repeat
the drive again and again.
	Everyone spotted the yellow and black Camaro immediately, yelling things
like "Cool wheels", "Awesome, dudes", "Did ya trade your bicycle in on
that?", "What a fuck-mobile", "Can I have a ride?", "Wanna drag?" and many
other things, some not so nice.  The girls were just as bad as the boys when
it came to their language.  But Forrest and Joey were having a great time,
enjoying trading barbs and acknowledging the remarks the others felt
compelled to yell.
	At the next stoplight they pulled up next to a red pickup.  Neither knew
the guy driving it, but Barry was in the middle and Hal was riding shotgun.
	"Whoo-oo!" Hal yelled.  "Pull into that lot over there.  I've got to see
this sex-mobile you guys are driving."
	Forrest allowed the pickup to turn in front of him, and then followed it
into the parking lot in front of the K-Mart store.  Barry and Hal wasted no
time in bailing out of the pickup and rushed up to the drivers' window.  The
other driver followed and was introduced as "Kyle".
	"Man, this is some go-mobile," Barry said.  "When did you get this?"
	Forrest was so proud.  He'd never had anything worthy of being noticed by
his friends.  "Our Dads gave me this for my birthday.  Joey and I just got
it about 20 minutes ago.  Isn't this great?" he questioned the others.
	By this time he and Joey were both out of the car, allowing the other guys
freedom to inspect it.  Barry slid behind the steering wheel and Hal sat in
the passenger seat.  Barry lightly pushed the gas pedal down and was pleased
at the exhaust rumble he heard.  This car was okay.
	"Hey, can we have a ride?" Barry questioned.
	"Sure, hop in back," Joey proudly said.
	There was a scramble to sit in the backseat.  Joey was in the passenger
seat.  Forrest had to wait for a couple of cars to pass before he could turn
into traffic.  They were at the south end of Williamsport, so he continued
on down the road toward Kawarce.  The road was straight and level, but
Forrest held to the speed limit and didn't try anything silly.  He knew that
if he did anything crazy or illegal it would get back to his Dads and he
didn't want that to happen.  If he was going to open the car up, he wanted
Dale and Craig to be in the car with him and Joey.
	"Man, you are so lucky!  By the way, Happy Birthday, proclaimed Hal.
	"Thanks," Forrest said.  "I can't believe this.  Joey still has a
restricted license, but I'll see to it that he drives it home from our
grandparents tonight.  One of our Dads can ride with him."
	Joey was positively beaming.  He loved it that Forrest was always looking
out for him, assuming the 'big brother' role.
	Forrest turned the car around at the north edge of Kawarce and headed back
to Williamsport.  He turned into the parking lot where Kyle's pickup was
parked.
	"Hey guys, we have to be back at the grandparents house in about 10 minutes
for my birthday dinner.  We're having Prime Rib and I don't want to miss out
on that," he told the others.
	He and Joey got out of the car to allow their friends to exit the backseat.
  High-fives were exchanged all around.  Hal said, "I want to see this car
in the daylight.  You are going to drive it to school tomorrow, aren't you?"
	"Yeah, but don't I have to have a parking sticker, or something?" Forrest
asked.
	"No prob.  Just go to Betty Armstrong's office.  She's the records
secretary.  You'll have to have proof of insurance, the vehicle ID number
and tag number.  She'll give you a parking sticker and an assigned place to
park," Barry told them.
	"I'm sure our Dads have all that information," Forrest said.  "Look, we
need to get on our way."
	"Nice wheels," Hal told them.  "I love the car."  The other two young men
agreed, getting back into Kyle's pickup.
	Forrest and Joey arrived back at their grandparent's apartment in plenty of
time to eat, giving a full report of their dragging Merchant Street and most
of the comments they had received on the car.
	The meal was excellent and the conversation at the table was lively with
much teasing and jokes flying around the table.  Forrest thought that he
was, without a doubt, the luckiest teen boy in the world.  He and Joey had
quickly become fast friends, and then he met Craig and Dale who he thought
were neat.  They had recommended that Frank hire him at Saber Computers and
then Craig saw to it that his grandmother's affairs were in order before she
died.  They took him in with no hesitation the night his grandmother died.
Craig stepped forward to adopt him and possibly save him from being uprooted
into a foster home.  Yes, his life had changed.  He was thankful for this
wonderful family that included instant grandparents, too.
	* * * * *
	When it was time to go home, Forrest insisted that Joey be allowed to drive
"their car" as he thought of it.  So, Dale rode with Joey and Forrest drove
Craig's car.
	"Boy, you and Dad Craig really surprised Forrest - and me, too," Joey told
Dale as he started the car.
	"Good.  You guys need to be surprised once in a while," Dale grinned back
at him.
	"Well, it was awesome!"  Joey turned out of the driveway onto the street.
	"Is it okay if I take it out on the highway?" Joey questioned.
	"Fine with me.  Since we're at the south end of town, why don't you drive
down to Kawarce and back?  There's too many hills and curves out north
toward the Bar-W," Dale suggested.
	"Neat," Joey said as he stopped before making a left turn onto the highway.
  "I really like the floor shift.  I'm glad you showed me how to drive the
pickup at the ranch.  It makes it so much easier."  Joey was grinning.
	"Can't ever tell when you might need to know stuff like that," Dale teased.
	"You and Craig have been so good to me, and now Forrest, too.  He can't
believe what you've done to help him and sometimes I can't either.  You two
Dads are pretty awesome," Joey said in his most sincere voice.
	"The only thing I can say is that you two fellow are pretty remarkable,
too.  It makes both Craig and me really proud when you do stuff like be on
the honor roll, work at the store, sing solos in church and seem to be the
leader of a group of guys that are all older than you.  I know they all look
up to you because they've told me so," Dale said.
	By this time they were at the north end of Kawarce.  Joey turned the car
around in a parking lot and stopped, taking the car out of gear.  "Dad, can
I hug you?" Joey asked.
	"Sure, I always need hugs and they are welcome anytime," Dale said,
unlocking his seatbelt and leaning toward Joey, who was doing the same.
They embraced and Joey planted a kiss Dale's left cheek.  "I love you, Dad,"
Joey said.  "Thanks."
	Both their emotions were causing some tears.  There was a tight bond
between brothers that would last forever.
	* * * * *
	Meanwhile, a similar conversation was taking place in Craig's car.  Forrest
wanted to be sure that Craig understood how grateful he was, especially for
two Dads and a brother.
	* * * * *
		The next morning they were sitting at the kitchen counter having a bite to
eat.  Forrest and Joey were talking with excitement about the car.  Craig
told the boys that he and Dale would provide the insurance and maintenance,
but that Forrest, or both of them, would be responsible for purchasing
gasoline, which could not be charged except in case of an emergency.  An
emergency was defined, "If you are about to run out of gas you can charge
it, but that money is to be repaid out of your allowance."  That was
agreeable to both young men.
Craig gave Forrest the necessary papers to get a parking permit at school.
Of course, he and Joey had to leave about 20 minutes earlier than usual so
they would have opportunity to show off their new acquisition.  They didn't
have to worry about being noticed.  It seemed that word got around pretty
quickly as to Forrest's good fortune and he told everyone that it was a gift
to him and Joey from both their Dads; a statement which really made Joey
love Forrest even more.
	* * * * *
	The birthday party at the condo on Tuesday evening was fun.  Joey had told
those invited that gag gifts were okay, but nothing expensive.  It was a
"guys party" with the gang of eight, namely Daniel, Bret, Bryce, Barry, Matt
and Hal, plus Forrest and Joey.  Several others had been invited but were
playing sports that required they be at a Tuesday evening practice.  Dale
and Craig had planned to stay mainly in the kitchen, but Forrest insisted
they join the others in the living room.  There were plenty of snacks and
Craig had put out a large selection of food items so they could build their
own soft tacos.
	The gifts were hilarious.  Forrest received several things for his new car:
a pair of fuzzy dice to hang from the rearview mirror, an old-fashioned
revolving red cop light with magnets to mount it on the roof, a siren and a
police cap and sunglasses.  Someone else gave him a book of fake traffic
tickets.  Two bumper stickers: one said "Dial 911, Make a Cop Cum" and the
other said "I didn't vote for anyone!!"  Another favorite was a diary, but
with a cover that said, "101 Things to Make Out of Human Skin".  Joey had
found a small book called "The Push Button Telephone Song Book."  There was
also a big sack of bubblegum, along with two pounds of Candy Corn.
	They had a contest.  Everybody had to tell a dirty joke and some were
pretty ribald, but it didn't seem to bother Dale and Craig who told a few of
their own.  They voted that Barry's joke was the best.  The young men had a
great time and thought that Dale and Craig were pretty cool Dads.  Even
Bryce, who was generally pretty cynical, seemed to be having fun.  Craig
thought there was something strange about him, but couldn't decide what it
was.
	Joey noticed that Daniel and Matt seemed to be talking to each other a lot.
  He had told Daniel that Matt wanted to get better acquainted.  Actually
what he told Daniel was, "Matt has the hots for you."
	* * * * *
	The next day was Ash Wednesday.  Craig and Dale went to the noon mass for
the imposition of ashes.  Joey and Forrest went to the 6:00 mass as Joey was
singing in the choir.  Forrest enjoyed the more somber ritual.  It certainly
was a marked contrast from three days before.
	After the mass was over and they were leaving the building, Fr. George
greeted both boys asking Forrest to wait for a few minutes, as he wanted to
talk to him.  Finally he was through.
	Fr. George got right to the point.  "Forrest would you like to start
training to become an Acolyte?  We're got some changes coming up due to
graduations and one family moving from Williamsport.  There are also
openings for Lectors and other lay positions, too."
	Forrest didn't hesitate.  "Sure.  What do I have to do?"
	"We'll be announcing a class in another week.  I think we have about 15
young men and women who are interested in joining us.  We'll start out with
an overview and then allow each to work with the ones who have more
experience.  It's fun and a chance to serve the parish."
	"There's a lot that goes on around the altar," Forrest told him.  "I've
been curious about the things that some people do."
	"Good.  This is your big chance to find out.  We'll get a schedule set up
and a place for you to sign up.  I look forward to working with you.  You'll
enjoy it," Fr. George told him.
	* * * * *
	The commitment ceremony was 10 days away, on February 24th.  The
invitations had been mailed and everyone accepted.  The invitation requested
"No gifts, please."  Nevertheless, a week before, gifts started arriving.
Doris had received many phone calls from friends asking about china, crystal
and silver patters and asking suggestions as to what was needed to fill out
place settings.
	Dale was about beside himself, actually upset that their request had been
ignored.  Craig called his mother to see what they should do.
	"It appears that your friends want to honor you with their presence, but
also with nice things for your new house and to use in your life together.
Just write thank-you notes," was Doris' reply.  She was pleased that Dale
and Craig's friends thought so much of "their boys" as she and Frank thought
of Dale and Craig.  Of course, that included Forrest and Joey, too.
	The next problem was receiving gifts from people who had not been invited
to the ceremony.  This time both Dale and Craig were on the phone to Doris.
	"You are not obligated to send a belated invitation to someone who sent a
gift.  If you really want them at your ceremony, I would suggest that you
call them to say that you had tried to keep the guest list small because
your condo isn't large, but would love to have them attend your ceremony."
	"What about people we really don't want to come?" Craig questioned.  "This
could get way out of hand and pretty quickly, too."
"I think that some of these people are just curious," Dale said.
	"It's somewhat akin to crashing a party," Doris told them.  "I would
suggest that you wait until after the ceremony, write a nice thank-you note
and say nothing further about it."
	In the end, Craig called the one male couple that probably should have been
invited, but they really felt they didn't know what well.  There were three
gifts from people they barely knew from church.  Dale called Fr. George,
only to find out from Paul that they had volunteered to help with the
reception and he had turned them down.  Paul referred to the people as being
"curiosity seekers who were socially challenged" and to be ignored.
	* * * * *
	Ray Evans signed a contract with Frank and Doris for construction of their
new home and started digging footings on February 19th.  Ray had a crew of
four men there and they started by building forms for the footings as soon
as the fellow with the backhoe was through.  Later in the afternoon a
plumber showed up to determine where the sewer and water lines would need to
be dug.  Wednesday morning the concrete footings were poured.  On Thursday
morning, they removed the forms from the footings and started the process of
setting up short forms for the foundation, as there would be a crawl space
under the house.  By Friday afternoon all of the rebar was in place and the
truck of ready-mix arrived to fill the forms with concrete.  Those forms
would be removed on Monday and the process of putting on the top plate and
building floor joists would start.  Ray's men didn't fool around.
	* * * * *
The framing on Dale and Craig's own home had been started.  Craig was
relieved that Ray's company was able to build the house for them and was
using Calvin Kirk as the project supervisor.  Calvin was a skilled foreman
and all of the men working under his supervision respected him.  He didn't
berate those who made mistakes, instead stopping to help them understand the
problem and correct it.
It took two days for them to erect the framing for inside walls on the first
level and then put pre-manufactured floor joists in place for the ground
level floor.  By the end of the third day, the floor was decked out and the
stairway from the garage level to the first floor had been built.
John Sterling made it a point to visit the building site at least once a day
and frequently ran into Craig while there.  They had a good chance to get
acquainted with each other and became friends in a short time.  John thought
that Dale and Craig made a good match for each other.  Both were people who
genuinely cared for those they worked with.
Craig proudly told John of both Forrest's and Joey's achievements, bragging
equally about each.
John told Craig that he was moving in with Ray and asked for any advice he
could give for making a relationship work.
"Make time for each other everyday.  Talk to each other to prevent
misunderstandings and share both joys and concerns.  And save some private
time for yourself each day, respecting the same for the other person."
Craig thought for a minute, and then added, "Remember, sex is the reward for
love, not the other way around."
John was quiet for a minute.  'That all made perfect sense,' he thought.
"You should be a marriage counselor," John told him.
"Nah, I just want to be married, love my man and be there for my sons
whenever they need me."
Later that evening John and Ray were eating a pizza they had ordered in.
John told him about his conversation with Craig that morning.
"Those two guys should be poster boys for gay marriage and be awarded a
platinum Gay Membership Card," Ray said, smiling.  He meant it.
	* * * * *
	The word of the commitment ceremony had been passed quietly around town.
Most chose to ignore it, as it seemed to be a non-issue.  Dale and Craig
were well liked by those who knew them and respected by the owners of other
businesses in Williamsport.  Certainly their computer store was generating a
lot of business in Williamsport and it was already expanding after having
been open barely three months.
The Reverend Milton Brockle made a phone call to the Rev. Fred Phelps in
Topeka, Kansas to tell him of the impeding "faggot wedding" as he put it.
He was hoping that Rev. Phelps and his "merry gang of fag bashers" would
come to protest and march in front of the condo building.
	Fred Phelps, being one to never turn down a chance to stir up trouble and
make an ass of himself, politely declined.  He and his followers had not
received a warm welcome when they came to Williamsport to protest the
opening of Saber Computers.  The law enforcement agencies of the area had
marooned them in their vehicles, not allowing them out to get food or water,
nor to use restrooms.  Furthermore they had been told that the next time
they came to Williamsport, they would be spending a few days - in the local
jail.
	Reverend Milton Brockle was disappointed.  He was hoping to garner
recognition from his hero who didn't seem to be grateful for his efforts.
He, his wife and son, Thad Wilson, would have to do "the Lord's work" on
their own.

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			      To be continued

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Author's Note:  Thank you for the large volume of emails you sent following
the release of Book II, Chapter 9.  I enjoyed hearing all of your comments.
The two previous chapters and this one I have formatted as straight MSWord
"text" files and hope they are easier to read than what I had been doing.  I
am assuming they are working well for you as no one has said anything about
not being able to read them.
My special thanks for proofreading help to Paul Daventon ("Dukes of
Windsor"), who has taken time to help me catch obvious errors.  Also to
Randy Smith of San Juan Capistrano, who has been a loyal reader from the
very beginning.  Any comments are appreciated and you can reach me at
TulsaAuthor@hotmail.com.
Thanks, David.