Date: Mon, 10 Dec 2012 19:51:39 -0800 (PST)
From: Brian Roberson <rtbrno65@yahoo.com>
Subject: Apeldoorn act 3

				"Apeldoorn"

				  Act 3


				 Prologue


The Apeldoorn Naturist Gathering started in 1946 with a group of six
veterans of the Dutch Resistance and their wives. One of the ex-soldiers
was Jan Van Werden , who's family owned a farm right outside of
Apeldoorn. Van Werden's father Hans had died of a heart attack while baling
hay in 1945.  Hans had worked the farm tirelessly almost by himself
throughout the war. During the Hongerwinter of 1944, by himself, he had
provided potatoes, sugar beets, apples, milk, and cabbages that were
smuggled past the Nazi occupiers into the city, where many were saved from
complete starvation by his labors. When Jan returned from the war, he
discovered that he had the farm, and it's debts, all to himself.

Jan had no help on the farm. His fiancé and her entire family, who were
Jewish, had died in a Belgian concentration camp. All of his cousins and
his brother had died in the war, but he was determined to make the farm
viable again, and to pay off all the debts. Several of his comrades from
the war had all come to his aid, and had gathered at the farm to help him
get his crops in. The six men and five women worked around the clock to get
the farm going. One day, after a particularly hot and grueling marathon of
toil, the entire group decided to go skinny dipping in the river. Soon the
group began to go naked while they would work the fields and tend to the
animals. After the crops had all been planted, they would all sit naked
around the house and drink good beer, eat goat cheese, reminisce about the
war, and contemplate how lucky they were to have survived it.

The next year the same six soldiers returned with their wives to help Jan
with the farm. This time, they brought along some other soldiers, who
brought their wives, girlfriends, and young families with them. A couple of
the soldiers also brought a few friends with them. One of these friends was
Irene Smit, a 19 year old girl who lived in Apeldoorn. She and Jan fell
madly and hopelessly in love. They would marry the following spring.

Every year the soldiers would return and bring their growing families with
them. Jan and Irene started having their own kids. Everybody would go naked
while they wandered around the farm sampling whatever crops were in season,
petting the animals, and swimming in the river. At night they would sit
around campfires and sing songs.  As the decades went by, the kids started
having kids of their own, and they would bring them. More and more people
would come every year. The gathering kept growing and growing, although
never too much, as the event was not publicized.

One of the original six soldiers who attended the gathering was an ex-
corporal named Edvard Van Koning. He and his wife Amber would go there
every year until they both died within a month of each other in late
1985. Their son Torsten and daughter Sara also attended every year with
them, ever since they were born. Torsten had met his future wife Josien
Visser at the river one day back in 1977. They eventually married, and had
a son that they named Koenraad, who was born in 1981. They didn't take
Koenraad to the gathering until he was two years old. When they first took
him there, they stripped his clothes off of him, and watched delighted as
he ran around naked in the sun. After that, they attended as a family every
year...

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"Koenraad! Where have you been? You have been gone for hours1" Mother said
loudly to me as I reappeared at the camper.

`Sorry Mother. I was at the river and I saw Klaas and we played a football
game and I went to the petting zoo. I didn't mean to be gone so long."
"Koenraad, are you all right?" Father asked as he came out of the camper
with his guitar. "You haven't been yourself since we got here. You have
been sneaking off and acting mysteriously. You've never done these things
before."

"I'm sorry, Father."

"You haven't participated in any of the games and activities yet. You've
always participated before."

"I know, Father. Hey, by the way, I saw Klaas earlier and they are having a
big barbecue in a couple of hours that we are invited to. "

"We know." Mother said. "Nelleke was here earlier. She told us about it."

"Did she tell you about what's happening with her parents?"

"Yes. I know that Lotte won't be there. Don't you be mentioning that or
bringing that up to anybody. If they want to tell you, I guess that's
fine. But it isn't your affair to be telling others about, or to bring up
in conversation with anybody." Mother said as she folded up a table cloth.

"Yes Mother."

Father was sitting on a lawn chair tuning his guitar. "Koenraad, will you
sing for me? We haven't sung yet since we got here."

I smiled. "Sure Father." I said as I sat Indian style on the ground facing
him.

Father then started picking out some familiar notes, and when it was time
for me to do so, I started singing "t Visserke". Mother was swooning side
to side with her eyes closed as she clutched the folded up table cloth in
front of her, and a long haired man at one of the nearby cars started
playing along with a harmonica. As I sang I looked down at the ground and
clutched my right foot with my left hand. When it ended, I heard applause,
looked up, and saw that a small group had gathered and were all clapping. I
smiled at them, and Father then started playing again. He went into "I've
Just Seen A Face" by the Beatles. I sang the songs harmony part in the
chorus with him, and some in the crowd were singing along too. The long
haired man was now banging two cans together and some other people were
dancing.  I got up and sat on Father's left leg and we then went into
"Stilte Voor De Storm", which I harmonized along with him. Mother also sang
on this one. We then closed with "Tulpen Uit Amsterdam", which everyone
sang along with. Mother stood behind us with her hands on our shoulders as
she sang along, and we all swooned from side to side in the rhythm of the
song. The long haired man was going to all the ladies and waltzing briefly
with them one by one while we all sang. After it ended everyone burst into
applause. I got up off of Fathers leg and he put his guitar down and stood
up. A middle aged woman with big, saggy breasts who looked sort of familiar
came over to me and put her hands on the sides my face.

"Oh you are such a wonderful singer! "

Father came and out his hand on my shoulder. "We have tried to get him into
a choir, but he won't have it. Now he's close to when his voice will start
to change. So I guess we will only be able to have enjoyed it at home, and
when we come here." Father was right. They had always been trying to get me
into boys choirs and different things, but it just wasn't something I
wanted to do. I was always happy just singing with Father in our living
room while he played his guitar.

"Well I think that was wonderful!" She said as she clutched my
shoulders. She then waved and walked off among the dispersing crowd.

"I guess we should start getting ready to go to Sander's thing." Father
said. Sander was Klaas's father.

"Mother, I'm hungry, can I have something to eat before we go?"

"You mean you haven't eaten yet? You shouldn't have run off right before
breakfast was ready!"

Mother made me a ham sandwich, which I scarfed down in less than two
minutes. After a little while, we all started walking to the
cookout. Father had his guitar and a shoulder bag and Mother had her big
beach bag with her.

We all immediately noticed that the place was way more crowded than we had
ever seen it. We could see in the distance that cars were parked and tents
had been set up along the road outside of the farm. The place was
absolutely packed. We were frequently passing people that we were
acquainted with, and we would say hi to them or wave as we walked past, but
there was just as many people, if not more, that we had never seen.

"Torsten, I've never seen it this crowded." Mother said to Father as we
walked.

"I think that there are a lot of Eastern Europeans here." Father said. This
was 1992, and the Iron Curtain had just recently fallen. Apparently many
Poles, Russians, and other citizens of former communist countries were
present. I started looking at the license plates and noticed many that were
unfamiliar.

We soon arrived at the campsite where Klaas's father's Winnebago camper was
parked . Klaas, Arjan, and Ton were all kicking a football around, and I
ran to join them while the adults all greeted each other. There was already
a good sized crowd of adults all sitting around, and Grateful Dead music
was playing on a portable stereo. There was already a big fire going, and a
whole pig was roasting over it on a spit that people were taking turns
spinning.  There was a second spit that had several whole geese and whole
chickens cooking on it, as well as a big drum barbecue that had smoke
pouring out of the chimney. Klaas paused to go over to greet my
parents. Ton waved to them and we started kicking the ball back and forth
in a triangle.

"Did you see that pig and those geese that they have put on the fire now? I
also hear that there is a ham and that they`re going to be cooking sausage
and chicken on the grills!" Arjan said as he kicked the ball to me.

"I can't wait. That pig already smells good." I said as I kicked the ball
to Ton.

"I don't know if I want any of that pig. It looks kind of gross, like a
dead pig just hanging there." Ton said. Ton would wind up a vegetarian in a
couple of years, and he remains one to this day.

"Good! That's more for us!" Arjan said as Ton kicked the ball to him.

"I'll have some." I said as I glanced down at Arjan's flopping penis. It
really was huge, and I was wanting to put my hand around it.

Arjan then kicked the ball to me. "I'll eat the feet and the nose and the
brains!" He said.

I then laughed as I kicked the ball to Ton. "I'll eat the eyes and the ears
and the tail!"

Ton kicked the ball hard to Arjan so that Arjan had to go running after
it. "That's disgusting." Ton said.

Arjan retrieved the ball and kicked it up high. It wound up going to Ton.
Ton kicked it to me and we started going in the opposite direction. After a
couple of minutes Klaas suddenly came running in with a yell and took
possession of the ball. He began kicking it between us and the three of us
formed a spontaneous defensive team against him, which he threaded right
through and scored a "goal" between two parked cars.

"You can't beat Zico!" Klaas said with a laugh as we all laughed and
giggled. We then resumed kicking the ball around in a big circle. Arjan's
penis was really distracting me. I was also looking at Klaas more and more,
which I never used to do. The adults were to my right and I could hear them
all talking and laughing. One woman was opening up a bottle of wine and all
of them were drinking beer. I could also smell cannabis, which is a smell I
was quite familiar with because Father smoked it at home. I then felt a
pair of hands grab my shoulders. I turned around and Klaas's father was
standing there.

"Hi Mr. De Groot!" I smiled.

"Hello Koenraad!" He said as we shook hands. "It's always good to see you
again! Hello Ton!"

"Hello Mr. De Groot! " Ton said as he shook his hand. Apparently Ton and
his parents had gotten there about a minute before we did.

"If you're hungry come on over. We have lots of sodas. The pig is still
hours away but there should be plenty of other things to eat in the
meantime."

"Really?" Arjan said wide eyed.

"Uh oh! I think we just lost our fullback!" I said while I rolled my
eyes. Everyone laughed at that.

"Guys, I'm going to go see what food they have!" Arjan said.

"We know! Save some for us!" I said with a laugh.

"Maybe!" Arjan smiled, and he and Mr. De Groot walked towards the barbecue
pit and the grills.

"We won't be seeing Arjan for a while!" Klaas laughed. The three of us then
went back to kicking the ball around.  I thought that with Arjan being gone
I would not be so distracted anymore, but now it was Klaas who was
distracting me. I couldn't help but stare at his big, floppy penis and the
thick triangle of hair that grew over it and tapered up to just under his
belly button. I wanted to kiss his penis and rub my hands through the hair,
and I shut my eyes and shook my head trying to get these thoughts to
leave. Eventually Ton said he was thirsty and ran off to the gathering. I
was standing throwing the soccer ball up and down while I was staring at
Klaas. Klaas then walked over and took the ball from me.

"Come on Koenraad, we need to have a talk." He said as he put his arm
around my shoulder. We then walked over towards the petting zoo and
eventually stopped at the fence. We both leaned onto the fence and stared
at the farm equipment and stacks of hay that were beyond.

"Koenraad, you know that you can tell me anything, right?"

"Sure, Klaas. I know that."

"I can't help but notice that you are staring at my penis a lot. You never
really used to do that as much. Is there something wrong with it or
something?"

I blushed beet red, and I could feel my ears burning with embarrassment.
"Uh, no Klaas. I'm sorry. It's fine...I mean...I'm sorry I stared at it. It
just has more hair than it used to."

"That's all right. Please don't be embarrassed. It's normal for a boy to
want to see another boys penis. Especially one that is more developed."

"Yes, but is it normal to stare and drool and get butterflies in your
stomach and to think about how it feels in your hand and on your tongue?" I
thought to myself.

"All right." I said. "I guess I'll be more careful about looking. Sorry
about that." I said.

"You don't have to apologize." Klaas said. "If anyone should apologize to
anybody, it should be Mother apologizing for leaving us."

"I'm sorry about that, Klaas. I feel bad about that." I said.

"It was just so unexpected. They never really got into any big fights or
anything. Of course they didn't really talk much at all."

"I hope my parents never get divorced. I worry about that sometimes."

"How come?"

"Because they sometimes, I really don't know how to say it, they sometimes
just seem like they don't really love each other as much as you see others
do. They always kind of complain to each other and get into squabbles about
really little things. I just worry about them sometimes."

"That's how it was with my parents. I hope your parents don't do what mine
did." Klaas said.

"So how did you find out?"

"We came back from school and Mother wasn't home. When Father came back
from work he told us that Mother had left us that morning."

"So what did you do?"

"I asked Father how he could have still gone to work even after that
happened. He said that we have to all keep going as we were."

"I'm sorry that happened."

"I'm glad that I have someone like you that I can talk to about these
things. Someone that I can trust and who understands." Klaas said.

"Mother told me not to bring it up with anybody." I said.

"They were friends, I'm sure it was upsetting to her as well."

"Yeah, I hadn't really thought about that. I guess she didn't know. It must
be sad for her too." I said. We then stared at the big rusted tractor that
was beyond the fence in silence.

"Well thanks for listening to me talk about it. I haven't really said much
about it to anyone, except for my family. I'm really glad that I know
someone like you that I can talk to." Klaas said after a minute or so.

"I wish you were my brother." I said.

"I am your brother. We might be from different families, but we are
brothers to each other , Koenraad."

Klaas then put his hand on my back. I turned and looked up in his face. I
then looked down at his penis. I admired it's tanned color and the little
pucker of skin at the end. I don't know if it as the combination of the
feeling of his hand on me and the sight of his penis or what happened, but
my penis all of a sudden shot up into an erection. It did so in seconds. I
was shocked and couldn't believe that had just happened.

"Shit! No! NO!" I cried out in embarrassment as I turned away from Klaas.

"Oh, Koenraad..." I heard Klaas say. I started pinching it painfully and
madly trying to get it to go down. "Koenraad, don't, you'll hurt yourself!"
I heard Klaas say. I then burst into tears as my erection deflated on it's
own. I was absolutely mortified.

"Klaas! I'm sorry I'm sorry! Please don't hate me! I can't help it! Please
don't hate me!" I wept.

"Koenraad! Don't worry about it! Shhh!  Don't worry about it!  It's all
right! Don't worry! I won't say anything to anyone! I promise!"

Eventually I got my composure back, and we walked back to the campsite in
silence. I couldn't believe that had happened in front of Klaas, of all
people. I was totally worried that I had lost his friendship forever. I was
also worried about what I was turning into. It wasn't just that I got the
erection in front of Klaas, but it was the thoughts I was having. I was
wanting to do the things with Klaas that I had been doing with Arturo. I
was wanting to do the things with Arjan that I was doing with Arturo. I was
wanting to do the things with Hendrikus and Hilbert that I had been doing
with Arturo. I was looking at the men and having the same thoughts. I
couldn't understand why I was having these feelings. They didn't make
sense, and they made nothing else make any sense. I felt like I was at war
with my own body and mind, and that I could no longer trust myself.

As soon as we got back to the campsite, Klaas and I went to where several
men were digging a second fire pit. Hilbert was there with them. Klaas and
I both started helping them dig the second pit. After about a half hour or
so, the pit was ready, and we all started piling wood in (Klaas's father
had an enclosed trailer that was full of wood). The whole time I wouldn't
look at Klaas. I was so ashamed. I was also afraid that if I did look at
him he would be looking at me funny, or that I would start looking at his
body and he would see. I had never felt more shame in my life.

The second fire pit that was dug soon had a big fire going in it. Father
was strumming his guitar and leading a sing along at the other pit. I sat
on a lawn chair and watched the fire while Klaas, Arjan, Hilbert, and Ton
kicked around the football in the field beyond. Klaas had not said a word
to me whatsoever since we were at the fence, and I was starting to think
that he hated me. People were milling around everywhere. As I sat, some of
the men began placing various lawn chairs and a long bench around the fire,
and the second fire pit wound up being for all of us kids. As I sat
watching the boys all kicking around the football, a light blond little
girl with her hair in pigtails, who looked about nine or ten came, walking
shyly over and sat on one of the chairs near me. I recognized her from the
larger group, where apparently she had been with her parents. She looked
about nine or ten.

"Hi." She said to me with a small wave after she sat.

"Hi." I smiled back at her.

"I am Olga." She said. She spoke Dutch in a heavy accent.

"I am Koenraad." I smiled.

"I am from Ukraine." She said.

"Oh, I see." I said. "I am from Meppel. That is here in the Netherlands." I
said. Olga just stared at me, and I realized that she didn't speak much
Dutch. "How much Dutch do you speak?" I asked.

"Little bit." She said with an ashamed look as she stared down at the
ground. She then looked up and I noticed that she was staring at my
penis. I looked down at her vagina, and I noticed that it looked like it
was spread open. I thought it looked kind of gross like that and I looked
away. A couple of older teenaged girls came over, sat on the bench and
started talking. I didn't want to be around all these girls so I got up and
walked away. The truth be told, I didn't really like girls very much
then. I thought they were boring and stupid and some of them could be
really mean. I got up and started walking over towards where the boys were
playing football. Olga got up and followed me over a few steps behind.

The boys were all kicking the ball around. "Hey! Our goalie has arrived!"
Klaas yelled when he saw me. I smiled and realized that things apparently
were still good between us.  I then played goalie while the other three
took turns kicking the balls towards me. I was able to block well over half
of the shots that came towards me (I often play goalie on my school
team). Olga stood in the background and watched us while we
played. Eventually we all took a break. The other three boys came walking
over while I tossed the ball up and down.

"So who's she?" Hilbert smiled.

"Koenraad's got a girlfriend!" Arjan laughed. I looked over at Klaas when
Arjan said that and Klaas smiled and looked at the ground.

"This is Olga. She says she's from Ukraine or somewhere like that. She
doesn't speak Dutch very well." I said.

Hilbert's smile vanished. "She's one of these Communists then!" He said
angrily.

"Careful, Hilbert! He parents are right over there!" I said with a scowl as
I pointed over to the gathering.

"I don't care! They should all leave and go back to Russia or wherever!"
Hilbert said. Olga turned around and started walking back towards where we
had been sitting. Klaas then smacked Hilbert on the back of his head. "Ow!"
Hilbert exclaimed.

"That was mean!" Klaas said.

"I don't care! These people are invading us! Look how many there are! It`s
too crowded!"

"So? It's more people to look at!" Arjan said with a big smile. I looked
down at his penis and noticed that it was sticking out a little. "God, it
is so big" I thought to myself.

"If too many people start coming, then we won't be able to have this
anymore!" Hilbert said just before he stalked off. I then noticed that Ton
had walked off and was sitting next to Olga over at the second fire pit
where they were talking.

"Uh oh. It looks like Ton is about to steal your girlfriend!" Arjan smiled
at me.

"I only just met her." I said as I stared at the ground and blushed.

Arjan turned to Klaas. "Do you have a girlfriend?"

"Yes I do, at home. Her name is Kim." Klaas said.

"So why didn't you bring her here?" Arjan asked.

"I wanted to, but her family wouldn't allow it."

"Well I don't like girls. I'm not interested in them." Arjan said.

"You say that now, but you'll start noticing them when you get older."
Klaas said.

"Maybe I will, maybe I won't." Arjan said.

"Well you're just a stupid kid and you don't know!" Klaas laughed.

"I guess. Come on, let's go see if anything has come off the grills." Arjan
said.

"But you just ate!" I laughed.

"Yes, but that was a full hour ago!" Arjan said as he rolled his eyes. We
then all laughed and walked back to the gathering. We got there in time for
some lamb shiskabobs with green peppers and onions. There were now five
different grills going, plus all the food cooking over the fire. People
were sitting and standing everywhere and mingling.  Kids were running
around and adults were passing around bottles of wine and vodka and pipes
full of hashish. Klaas, Arjan , and myself stood off to the side and ate
our kabobs while we observed the crowd and the scene all around us. Father
was strumming his guitar and several other people had instruments, or were
banging on empty bottles. I was starting to wonder where Arturo was. All of
a sudden we heard a playful yell behind us. We all turned around, and saw
Hendrikus giggling and riding piggyback on his father's back while his
father made an airplane noise. They came right up to us and Hendrikus
slipped down to the ground.

"Hi Jeroen!"  I said to Hendrikus' father with a big smile as I dropped my
kabob to the ground and ran over and hugged him. I absolutely loved
Hendrikus' father, and thought he was the coolest ever. I could feel his
chest hair rubbing the side of my face. I liked Jeroen because he was young
(he had been only eighteen when he had Hendrikus), he talked to us like we
were adults, and he didn't treat us like we were stupid kids.

"Koenraad! So good to see you!" Jeroen said. He then rubbed his hands
through my hair and over my face. "Oh Koenraad, you are growing up
so. Soon, you won't be little Koenraad anymore, you'll be big Koenraad!" He
said with tears in his eyes. I smiled and gave him another hug and he
kissed me on the top of his head. He then shook hands with Klaas. "Klaas, I
need to speak to you in private." Jeroen said as he clapped him on the
back, and he and Klaas walked off to try to find a halfway quiet place to
talk.

"I wonder what Jeroen wants to talk to Klaas about?" I said, a little bit
hurt that Jeroen didn't want to talk to me.

"Probably about Klaas's parents splitting up. Sander called Father and told
him all about it when it happened, and he had been saying that he wanted to
make sure the kids were not taking it so hard." Hendrikus said in his quiet
voice.

"That's why your father is so terrific. He always cares about us kids." I
said.

"He is. I love Father." Hendrikus said. I was always jealous of Hendrikus
for having Jeroen for a father. I looked at Hendrikus and smiled and
Hendrikus smiled back. I felt a little tug in my chest when Hendrikus
smiled at me. He had always been this little kid that I would run around
with before. Now he looked lean and sexy, and I liked the way his face
looked.

"Hey Hendrkus!" I heard Arjan say as he came walking up. He had slipped
away to use one of the nearby portable toilets after he had devoured his
kabob.

"Hi Arjan!" Hendrikus smiled. Hendrikus was the first kid that Arjan had
made friends with here, so they were sort of best friends. They shook hands
and Arjan stood next to Hendrikus while I looked over both of their
bodies. Hendrikus and I were both staring at Arjan's penis. Arjan was
picking his nose and checking out the crowd around the fire.

"Hey guys! How about instead of staring at my ding dong you both go with me
to see what that woman over there just took off of that grill?" Arjan
laughed. We both sheepishly looked up at him and he was grinning and
looking at our penises too.

"But you just ate! I can't believe you!" I laughed.

We all laughed and giggled as we walked over to the grill and sampled the
smoked salmon that was being cut up and served. We had it on a piece of
dark bread with a slice of smoked gouda over it. It was unbelievably
yummy. I looked around again and wondered why Arturo wasn't here and
missing all of this fun. Arjan then volunteered to turn the pig on the spit
a little bit, and he did with ravenous look on his face, like he might grab
it and run off with it.  Father was starting to perform one of the songs
that I usually sang with him, and I quickly walked off because I didn't
want to sing in front of all of those people. Hendrikus followed.

We walked a few car rows away and found a couple parked than didn't have
anybody around them, we both slipped in between them and leaned against the
two cars facing each other. Two tents were blocking the view of us from
anyone walking by on either side. We both had big smiles on our
faces. Hendrikus looked around quickly to make sure no one was listening to
us nearby.

"So what do you think of Arjan's penis?" Hendrikus said in a half whisper
with a grin on his face as he looked down at the ground embarrassed.

"It's huge!" I said. "I thought it was big last year but it's even bigger
this year. He has some hair growing over it now too."

"It's so big. I like seeing it flapping around when he walks." Hendrikus
said.

"I do too. I've been looking at it a lot." I said with an embarrassed grin.

"Really?" Hendrikus said as he looked up at my face.

"Yes. I have." I said with a big smile.

"Wow. We've never talked like this before, Koenraad."

"I know."

"I was thinking. Maybe , tonight, if you want to, you, me, Arjan and that
Spanish kid can all sleep in my tent. I have the big tent this year. "

"Oh cool!" I said. Hendrikus had this big tent that he sometimes brought
here. It was big enough to stand up in. I always slept in it at least once
when he brought it here.

"Maybe Arjan will let us touch his penis." Hendrikus panted. By now we both
had erections.

"Yes, I want to." I said as I rubbed my hands slowly up and down my own
butt cheeks.

"I'll touch yours too, if you want." Hendrikus mumbled almost inaudibly.

"You can. I'll touch you too if you want me to."

"Do you want to right here?" Hendrikus grinned.

"No. We had better wait. Someone might see us here." I said as I looked
around.

"Do you ever get an erection from seeing Arjan?"

"I try not to." I said.

"I've been having a difficult time not getting one all the time this year."
Hendrikus said as he looked down at my penis.

"Me too."

"Actually, and I hope you don't get mad at this, Koenraad, but you sort of
give me erections too."

I was now breathing heavily. "Me?" I said as I pointed wide eyed to myself.

"Yeah. I can't figure out why, but you do. I'm sorry. You didn`t used to,
but you do now."

"Don't be sorry. You give me one too, Hendrikus. I have one right now after
all! See?" I laughed as I thumped it with my middle finger and made it
spring up against me. "Boing!" I said.

"I like the way yours looks, the way it sticks up and curves to the right a
little bit and the skin all tight on the top." Hendrikus said.

"I think yours looks neat too." I grinned as I stared.

"We have to get rid of these before someone sees us!" Hendrikus laughed. We
then squatted down and started pinching them until they went down
enough. We then giggled as we looked at each others dangling penises. We
walked back out into the field, and were immediately startled to see Olga
standing there. Apparently she had followed me and had stood right behind
the car where I was, just out of sight. I wondered how much of what we had
been talking about she had heard, and how much she had understood.

"Olga!" I said crossly. "What are you doing here!?"

"Hello Koenraad." She said in her thick accent.

"Who is this?" Hendrikus asked.

"This is Olga and she's from Russia and is apparently a spy!" I
yelled. "Olga! How much of what we were saying did you hear!"

"I just wait..." Olga said, looking like she was about to cry.

"Koenraad! Don't be mean to her!" Hendrikus said. "Hello Olga. I am
Hendrikus." He smiled, and Olga smiled back at him. Hendrikus was always
really nice to everyone no matter what they did.  We all walked back to the
gathering.  Klaas, his sisters, and some other girls I had never seen
before were sitting around the second fire. Arjan and Ton were taking turns
turning the pig over at the other pit.

"Hey guys!" Klaas said to us as he waved us over. "This pit has been
designated for us kids! Come have a seat!"

Hendrikus, Olga, and I all sat on a big log by the fire. We all talked and
roasted sausages and marshmallows over the fire as the sun sank low in the
sky and washed a red light over everything. Our parents came and went in
different combinations as we all sat and sang songs and laughed and chatted
around the fire.

"I asked Arjan about sleeping in my tent tonight." Hendrikus whispered in
my ear. "He said yes. I'm not going to ask Ton because he might get in the
way. Same with Hilbert because Rinus will have to be there too and he`ll
get in the way of things. I haven't seen that Spanish boy. Do you know why
he hasn't come yet?"

"No I don't. I'm going to find out. I'll be back." I said as I got up and
slipped away from the crowd to go to Arturo's tent and bring him over. I
was hoping that I would find him there alone, and that we could have a
quick "session" before returning. I smiled to myself as I threaded my way
through the crowds of people walking around and sitting in groups. People
were grilling, throwing around Frisbees, wandering around checking out the
scene, playing fetch with dogs, and having gatherings. My conversation with
Hendrikus earlier had my head spinning and swimming. I couldn't believe
that he was having the same thoughts and feelings that I was. Maybe I
wasn't such a weirdo after all.

I got to where Arturo's tent had been, but to my shock and confusion, his
car and his tent were both gone. I stood there dumbfounded and turned my
head back and forth.

"If you're looking for that guy and his kid in the orange tent, they're
gone." I heard a man say behind me. I turned around and a group of older
adults whom I knew from past gatherings, were sitting in lawn chairs while
drinking beer and smoking cigarettes.

"Really? When did they leave? They were expected at the party." I said
numbly.

"A few hours ago. The kid was protesting but the guy said he wanted to get
out of here and couldn't stand it anymore." The man said.

"That man was rude! I'm glad he left!" An old woman with a bald spot who
was sitting with them snarled just before she took a big swig of beer, her
saggy breasts weakly jiggling as she did so.

I turned and started slowly walking back to the gathering while I tried
desperately not to burst into tears.


			       End of Act 3