Date: Sun, 22 Nov 2009 22:50:06 EST From: Bwstories8@aol.com Subject: Castaway Hotel: Grean Reopening - Book 3, chapters 19 - 20 Castaway Hotel -- Grand Reopening -- Book 3 by BW Copyright 2009 by billwstories Chapter 19 -- A Time to Unwind. **Author's Note:** Please read the disclaimer in Chapter 00 before you read this. Steve Shay was there to meet us at the airport when we arrived. He had driven my van to pick us up and was waiting at the arrival gate when we strolled into the common area. Uncle Steve was greeted warmly by everyone and followed us to the baggage claim area. Once we had all of our belongings, we followed him out to the van, loaded everything into it, and set off for home. On the ride back, the boys were busy telling him all about our trip. They gave him a detailed account of our time in Arizona and in Texas, and they even informed him about the incident with Andrew. Steve was concerned about this last experience and advised me he would contact the authorities in Houston, to make sure things were being adjudicated appropriately. He announced he was planning to represent Andrew's interests in this matter and would make sure the offending individual would not be allowed to accept a plea-bargain that didn't include a suitable punishment, which meant prison time. He wanted to make sure the guy could never be able to do that to another child. When we arrived home, Aunt Sally was at the house waiting for us. She had been taking care of everything while we were gone, to make sure nothing happened to the house or our belongings while we were away. Sally also picked up our mail and there was a whole tote full of it sitting just inside the foyer. It looked like it would take me some time to get through that mess. In addition to everything else she had done, it was quite obvious from the wonderful smell filling the house that Sally had also prepared us a meal. "What is that delicious aroma?" I asked, while sniffing the air. "You and the boys go wash up and you'll soon discover what it's from," she informed me, while smiling broadly. "Steve, go call Mary and have her come over," I quickly advised him. "I want you both to join us for dinner as well." "That's not necessary," Steve countered, "I'm sure Mary's already started our meal. Besides, this is for you and your family." "Oh, there's plenty enough for everyone," Sally advised him. "So go call Mary and ask her to join us," I insisted. Steve did, and it just so happened that Mary was just getting ready to start their dinner, so she quickly agreed to drive over and join us instead. The boys and I were just coming down from cleaning up when Aunt Mary pulled into our driveway. The boys raced out to greet her and escorted her into the dining room, as I helped Sally bring the food to the table. We had a wonderful meal, consisting of roast beef, roast potatoes, carrots, a tossed salad and chocolate pudding for dessert, and we all thanked Sally for her tremendous effort. While we were eating, the boys filled their 'Aunts' in about our trip and both women were getting a kick out of our adventures, until they heard about what happened to Andrew at the Space Center. Steve reassured everyone he would take care of everything concerning that matter and we all went outside to enjoy the beautiful evening. The boys went off to play a game of kickball, while we adults chatted some more. The women asked me more details about the situation with Andrew and I gave them a full accounting of what had transpired. Sally asked how Andrew reacted to the incident and how he's been acting since. I told her all I could, stating I thought he had handled it quite well. She advised me to keep an eye on him until we were ready to leave for England and that I should call her if I noticed anything unusual. I thanked her and we went on to discuss other things. After that, I told them about Mark, our college student waiter, and explained he would be coming to work for me next summer. They all laughed and said they had expected that, from the first moment I had mentioned him. Then I told them about Nick. "Are you going to bring the strays home from England too," Steve teased. "I will try to resist the temptation, but I can't make any promises," I joked back. Steve also gave me some advice about how to handle the situation with Nick's parents, once Nick arrived here, so I would protect myself legally. Sally then offered her assistance, if I needed help with anything concerning Nick. She graciously volunteered to do whatever she could to aid me, whether it meant helping me keep Nick here or reuniting him with his family. I thanked them both, before we moved to the next topic. I was still filling them in on some of the finer points of our trip when the boys returned, having finished their impromptu game. At this point we switched our discussion to our trip to England and Steve quickly told us about his favorite places, from when he and his wife had vacationed there. Of course his wife had different favorite places, so we made a mental list of things to look for. It was approaching 9:00 p.m. when our guests announced they would have to leave, since they had to work the next day. We bid them all good night, thanked them once more for all of their help, and walked them to their vehicles. We all waved at them as they drove off. Before we went back into the house, I announced I'd have to recruit volunteers to do some of the chores that needed to get done. The six little ones offered to rinse off the dishes and load the dishwasher, before I even asked. I thanked them and they went off to do their job. Next, I asked for volunteers to tackle the enormous mountain of laundry we would have once we unpacked and Pat, Carlos, Trey and Dion quickly informed me they would take care of that. The next group would have to help me with preparing the meals before we left again and Danny, Brandon, Dustin and Kevin volunteered to help with that duty, since they'd been spending time learning the basics of cooking from me. They informed me they thought this would be a good opportunity for them to practice their newly acquired skills. At that point Ricky looked at me and asked what he could do. I thought about it for only a minute, before I suggested he could help me take Jay home and then do the grocery shopping tomorrow. He seemed satisfied with his job, so I sent all the boys up to unpack, put their things away and bring their dirty clothes down to the laundry room. After that it would be bath time and then we could relax until they wanted to go to sleep. After Ricky and I returned from taking Jay back to his parents, I went into the office and started sorting through the mail, while the boys set about their tasks. By the time they came back downstairs, I had everything sorted into categories and was ready to join them. We all went into the television room, but I told them I had some mail to share with them before we watched anything. First, I had two letters from Mark and another from Mr. and Mrs. Spence. A few of the boys had forgotten who they were, so the other boys reminded them of the older couple we had met on the flight to Arizona. Suddenly, it was as if a light bulb went off for them and they began talking excitedly, wondering what the Spences had to say. Eager to end their curiosity and interested in discovering what each had to say, I quickly read the three letters. Mark's first letter was mostly a thank you for the fun times he'd had with us and for the invitation to come to our home next summer. The second letter was to ask Danny and Brandon about the second half of their vacation. I handed them the letter, which caused both of them to blush, and I knew I wouldn't have to remind them to respond to it. The Spences' letter also inquired about our vacation, but they also asked if they could come visit us some time. The boys were really quite excited about their request, since they had taken quite a shine to this couple, and each one of them wanted to write a letter in reply. I told them they could all write what they wished and I would mail them off a few at a time. This seemed to satisfy them and they would start their various letters tomorrow. Tonight, however, we settled in to watch a movie. Before very long, I saw pairs cuddling up with each other and the four little ones found their way over to me, either sitting on me or snuggled up against me. I also saw Cole and Graham move over to sit on each side of Ricky, leaning up against him, and I concluded they felt bad that Ricky seemed to be the only one without a partner at that point. Once he saw that Cole and Graham were going to sit with him, he was as happy as anyone else there and when the movie was over, we called it a night. Sammy and Andrew asked to sleep with me, which I had no problem with, while Jordan and Nicky joined the terrible trio in the Jungle room. Before long, all of the boys were asleep and Andrew looked as relaxed and peaceful as I had ever seen him. Maybe he would make it through this without any long-term negative effects. After all, we interrupted the guy before he really had a chance to do anything and Andrew had seen large penises before, with the older boys running around nude so much. I certainly hoped that would be the case and Andrew would have no trauma attached to the experience. It would have been much different and far worse, if the guy had actually penetrated him, but I now suspected he'd be fine. The next few days were a blur of activity. We were all busy doing chores, writing our letters, having some free time and planning for our next adventure. I had spoken to each of my older children, confirming the details of our joint vacation, and everyone was quite excited about the trip. I had made all of the arrangements, with their approval, of course, but much of what we were going to do there would be a surprise to them too. They had some idea what we would be doing, but the order and exact details would still be a mystery. I think, by now, everyone was used to my propensity to want to surprise them on these trips and they accepted that fact. It always added to my satisfaction by being able to see the pleased and surprised expressions on their faces when they discovered what I had planned or learned what we were going to see. I also called Nick to see how he was doing, now that we weren't there, and he was fairly upbeat about his situation. He said the O'Haras were very nice, but kind of boring, although he had found a pool nearby and told me there were lots of cute boys who hung out there. I think that was his signal to me that he would do fine until we returned and he was able to rejoin us. I know most teenage boys are controlled by their hormones, but Nick seems to have more than his share of testosterone, so I knew I would have to have a little chat with him about this, once we were together again. Over the next few days we finished our preparations for England and each of the boys wrote to the Spences, some more than once, and Danny, Brandon, and I all wrote letters to Mark as well. It was just about time for us to leave again, when we received our responses. The first letter came from Mark, addressed to all of us, so I decided to read the letter to everyone at once. Hi, Pop and all the rest of you guys, I was really happy when I received your letters. It's been kind of lonely around here since you all left. It never really bothered me before, but since I saw how much fun I could have with your family, I really have felt kind of alone now. I'll be all right, though, as long as you keep writing to me. I can't wait until next summer, when I can come and join you. Business has been really good at the restaurant and I've been making quite a bit of money. I'm saving it like I should and I'm really getting anxious for classes to start again. I'm going to switch a couple of my courses, so I'll be more prepared to do my job for you next summer, so don't worry, Pop. I'm also going to ask my advisor to tutor me on the types of things I'll need to know in order to work for you too. I'll do a good job, I promise. Well, you must be all excited about going to England, because I know I would be. Please take my address with you and send me some postcards from there. That way I can brag to some of my classmates about my new family. By the way, as of the end of August you'll be able to email me at Mark8@narizu.edu. I won't have access to a computer until classes start, though. Then maybe we can chat more frequently. You guys have a good trip and make sure you send those postcards and email me when you get back. I wish I had been able to go with you. Your new big brother, Mark The boys were all interested in the letter, but Danny and Brandon were especially moved by it. They, too, felt bad that Mark hadn't been able to join us. I quickly let them know he would be included in all of our plans next year, since he'd be with us. Danny took the envelope, with Mark's return address on it, and ran upstairs to put it into his suitcase. He wasn't about to forget it when we left. A day or so later, we got a letter from the Spences. I read that one to the boys as well. Dear Josh and boys, My husband and I would like to thank you for sending all of those wonderful letters telling us about your trip. It sounds as if you had a wonderful time and that you're looking forward to your next trip to England. Enclosed you'll find a check from us and we want you to use it to do something special while you're over there. Josh, if it wouldn't be asking too much, we were wondering if you'd mind if we came to visit you and your family around the holidays. We have no family and wish to share at least part of that time of year with people whom we care about. We would make reservations to stay at a hotel, but we'd like to see all of you whenever you're willing, if that would be possible. Your family is such an enjoyable and refreshing change to what we've encountered these past few years that we'd really like to get to know you all better. Please think it over and let us know. We send you all our love and best wishes, and we want you to have a splendid time in England. We shall think of you daily while you're gone. Fondly, Margaret and John Spence I looked back in the envelope and found a check made out to me for $500.00. The boys couldn't believe that Mr. & Mrs. Spence had sent so much, especially since we had known them for such a short time, and they immediately began to try to talk me into letting the Spences come to visit. I had already decided I was going to write and tell them they were more than welcome to come see us any time they wished. The boys told me to make sure they stayed at the house too. They could use my room, downstairs, and the boys would share one of their rooms with me while they were here. I agreed with their proposals and told them I'd jot the Spences a quick note. I would invite them for both Thanksgiving and Christmas, allowing them their choice of either time or both. The boys were happy and each went to write a quick thank you note to the Spences, for sending them the money. They all agreed to buy something special with it, to help them remember their trip. Steve Shay called me a couple of days later, to inform me that he had been working with the Houston authorities on Andrew's case and it was now settled. "It turns out the guy had two previous felony convictions for assaulting young boys," he informed me, "and had only been out of prison for a few weeks." "And no one was monitoring his activities?" I asked, startled. "He'd just been released after serving a 5 to 7 year sentence for his last conviction, so he probably had to check in with his parole officer," Steve responded, "but they can't be with him every minute of every day. Most of the parole officers have so many cases assigned to them that they usually just contact each parolee once a week and possibly check in with his employer or landlord every couple of weeks too." "It's a shame they can't monitor them better than that," I suggested, "but at least he won't be out there for a while now." "That's for sure," Steve replied. "He knew he was screwed either way, so he accepted a plea bargain from the District Attorney's office, but it wasn't much of a gift. He agreed to serve a 15 to 25 year sentence, rather than take the chance of getting hit with a 25 year to life sentence, if he were convicted as a three-strike felon. The judge and the DA are both recommending he serve the full 25 years, which would make him fairly old, before he's on the street again." I thanked Steve for all of his help and told him I would let Andrew and the others know the bad man was locked up for a very long time. I also told Steve he was a very dear friend for handling this for us like he had. He responded that it was his pleasure to make sure that creep wouldn't be able to get to another kid for a long time, before adding that he always took care of family members. I just smiled at his last comment and thanked him again, knowing he had just paid us a very great compliment. Castaway Hotel -- Grand Reopening -- Book 3 by BW Copyright 2009 by billwstories Chapter 20 -- Feelings. It was nearly time for us to leave on our trip now, so we were moving at full speed, trying to make sure we got everything done in time, without forgetting anything important. Steve had agreed to drive us to the airport again, in fact he had insisted on it, and Sally was going to watch the house and take care of everything for us while we were gone. In an appreciative gesture, I suggested we all go out to eat on the final Saturday night before we left. The party started out as being a birthday celebration for Ricky, who was turning fifteen on July 17th, but the boys also had some special plans of their own. I made reservations at the finest establishment in the area and the boys all dressed in suits that evening. Steve followed us in his car, with Sally riding with him and his wife. When we arrived, they were all surprised to learn I had reserved the private dining room for us, so we could have a good time and not disturb the other guests. "Josh, this must be costing you a small fortune," Steve whispered in my ear, as we were heading into the facility. "Nothing's too good for those we love," I replied. "Besides, it's my money and I'm thrilled to be able to do this." Steve just nodded. I sat at the head of the table, with Mary and Steve on my right and Sally on my left. The boys had already agreed who would be sitting next to whom, so they went to their places, once the rest of us were seated. After looking over the menus, we placed our order, and soon the salad, appetizers and dinner rolls were being delivered to the table. We began with shrimp cocktails, mozzarella sticks and a tossed or Caesar salad. The adults also had wine, while the boys had sodas, as we slowly enjoyed the first course. After each of us had finished those items, we had a chance to talk for a bit, while the dishes were removed and we waited for the main course. Since everyone had ordered their own entrees, there was a variety of food now being placed around the table, but it was all quite delicious. I kept looking up and noting how the older boys were fawning over and assisting the little ones, and noticed that Steve, Mary and Sally were also taking note of this seemingly inconsequential act. It showed a great deal of maturity and caring on the part of the boys who were being so attentive to the younger ones and I can only say that I swelled with pride, as I observed them. We managed to stuff ourselves and were quite full, when two cakes were delivered to the table. I was expecting the one, but was surprised by the other. In addition to my having ordered a birthday cake for Ricky, it appeared that Sally, Mary and Steve had called ahead and ordered another cake, which read, 'Bon Voyage, Curries.' Since Ricky's cake was chocolate and the other was a yellow cake, it gave us a choice, although I suspected the boys would have a piece of each. The waitperson quickly cut and served the cakes to each of us, and after we each had been served, we all settled down to chat for a while and enjoy some after-dinner drinks with our dessert. After we relaxed, Ricky was given his gifts to open, which he did quite rapidly. He received clothing from Sally, Mary and Steve and some games and CD's from his brothers, but he also unwrapped a very special gift from me. I had bought him a high quality digital camera he could use on the trip. He was thrilled with his little party, as well as his presents, but was also a little preoccupied about the surprise his brothers and he had planned for this evening. After things quieted down, Ricky thanked everyone for their gifts and all of the boys thanked their 'aunts and uncle' for the cake, before setting their own plan in motion. At that time, a few of the boys excused themselves to go to the men's room, but when they rejoined us, they came back carrying a collection of packages. At that moment, the rest of the boys stood to join them and they all came down to the end of the table where the adults were seated. They had planned this at home previously and picked their spokesmen to represent them, so Ricky spoke first. "All of us boys decided we wanted to do something really special for you, because of everything you have done for us. Aunt Sally, Aunt Mary and Uncle Steve, we just want to let you know how much we love you and appreciate all you do for us. Everyone of us chipped in some of our own money to buy you each a little present." "Before you say anything," Dustin continued, from where Ricky left off, "we know you're going to tell us we didn't need to do this. We know that, but we wanted to do it anyway. It's just to let you know how special you are to each of us." "We know that one of the presents is bigger than the others," Graham stated, in his high- pitched, youthful voice, "and there is more in it than the others, but we spent the same amount of money on each of you." "But we all agreed on what to get you," Danny added, "and we wanted it to be something you'd really like." "It wasn't an easy choice," Dion told them, "but Dad helped us decide and then we all went with him, to pick it out." "So," Cole concluded, "here are our presents to you." At that point, Sammy and Andrew handed Steve a large box, while Jordan and Nicky handed Aunt Sally and Aunt Mary smaller packages. "Go ahead and open them," Trey urged them. "We want to see what you think of your presents." The ladies got their presents opened first, each finding a matching earring and necklace set. The boys had selected them themselves and spent a few hundred dollars on each of them. These were not cheap costume jewelry sets and the women realized that fact immediately. "Boys, you shouldn't have spent so much money on these," Mary told them, while admiring the fine items in the small box she was holding. "She's right," Sally scolded, mildly. "These must have cost quite a bit of your savings and you shouldn't have spent your money on us, like this." "But it's still not enough to repay you for all you've done and what you mean to us," Trey countered. "Heck, most of us would never be here with Dad, if it wasn't for you." At that moment, Steve finished unwrapping his present as well, discovering two top quality dress shirts with French cuffs, and a box containing a very sharp looking pair of cufflinks, tie clasp and collar pin to go with them. "You boys shouldn't have done so much," Steve quickly added, supporting the women. "It's a nice gesture, but we already knew you appreciated the things we do for you." "We wanted to do it, no matter how much it cost, because you all do much more than that for us," Pat advised him. "You take all those hours to drive us to the airport and then pick us up later and Aunt Sally and Aunt Mary have been almost like mothers to us." "We do appreciate your thoughtfulness," Mary told them, "and your presents are just lovely. Therefore, I will accept it in the spirit in which it was given." "Yes," Sally continued, "they're absolutely beautiful and I will be more than happy to do the same." "And I'll wear these to court," Judge Shay advised them, "so that will make me the best dressed guy in the entire courthouse." "You're all sharp dressers all of the time anyway," Brandon retorted. "You three always look like you should be posing for some magazine." "Well, thank you for such a lovely compliment," Sally replied, looking quite pleased by the attention. "You boys certainly are something special," Mary told them. "I thought Steve was exaggerating the first time he told me about you, but I've come to learn that if anything, he was downplaying how absolutely terrific you all are." "Yes, and every time I hear people bad mouthing your generation, I just use you boys as an example of how great kids your age can be," Steve advised them. "You might not know this, but your dad gave me your last family portrait and I have it hanging on the wall in my chamber. I use it to show others how truly great young people can be." "I don't get to see you as much as the other boys," Carlos interjected, "but I think you are all pretty great too." Everyone could tell that it took quite a bit of courage on his part to come out and admit that, since he was usually shy around others. I think that made his remark even more special to the other three. We all basked in the love that engulfed the room for a while longer and then the boys urged the ladies to try on their new baubles. The boys were quite excited to see these items on them, so both women went to the ladies room, to put the jewelry on and see how they looked in the mirror. The women returned and happily informed the boys that the jewelry looked even better on, than it had looked coming out of the box, and the boys were very pleased to hear this and were proud of their selections. We stayed a little longer, talking some more, before we all headed back to our place to end the evening. At home, the boys sat around their aunts and uncle, chatting about everything under the sun, and the adults seemed to really be enjoying this all too infrequent time together with them. I made some coffee, so the other adults came out to the dining room to join me for a cup. The boys went up to their rooms to get out of their suits at this point, giving us adults some time alone. It was then that my peers wanted to know if I'd set this whole thing up. "No, actually it was all their idea," I informed them. "I did help them select the gifts, but they told me what they wanted to buy and how much they were willing to spend. Although I was amazed to learn that each of them had chipped in $100 of their own money to do this for you, I could also tell it was very, very important to them to make sure it happened. For that reason, I wasn't about to do anything to try to discourage their generosity." "You shouldn't have let them spend that much money, Josh," Steve scolded me. "As I said, this was all their idea and they really wanted to do something special for you," I countered. "They knew it would be hard for us to take these kinds of trips without people like you back home supporting us and realize how much time it takes for you to drive us to and from the airport, how much your wife gives up by letting you do that for us and all the time Sally spends checking on the house and collecting our mail. No, I was not about to talk them out of it, because I agree with their reasoning. They chose how much they wanted to spend altogether and I merely took them shopping and helped them select appropriate gifts. In fact, if anything, I'm very proud of them for realizing how much you help us. Even Sammy and Andrew understand how important the things you do for us are." "It's not that we're unappreciative, Josh," Sally added, "it's just that $100 each is a great sum of money for boys their age." "The boys have a good appreciation of how much that is," I assured her. "I help them go over their own accounts on a monthly basis, so each one knows how much money he has in his savings account and in his mutual fund. They may not understand exactly how those things work yet, but they do know how much money they have, what it will buy and what I'll allow them to use it for. This was well discussed before any decisions were made and the final agreement on the amount each would contribute was unanimous. Some had even argued to spend a little more than that, so be assured they did understand what they were doing." When the boys returned, the three adults thanked them as a group before giving a personal thank you to each and every boy, and the boys felt really good about what they had done. It was nice to see them learning it's important and rewarding to do something nice for others. I knew the warm feeling they enjoyed from this evening's generosity would stay with them for quite a while to come. By the time Sally, Mary and Steve left, we were all quite exhausted, both physically and emotionally. Since the little ones had all announced they were staying in with various groups of older boys, I thought I'd be sleeping alone, but soon discovered that would not be the case. I was somewhat flabbergasted when Pat asked if he could stay with me tonight. Figuring something was on his mind, I agreed. I didn't want to push him to find out why he decided to do this, but it turned out I didn't need to. As soon as we were in bed, he cuddled up against me and whispered, "Thank you." "For what?" I asked, puzzled. "When we were at Six Flags in Texas and those boys started in about Dion, Carlos, Sammy and Andrew," he began, "I realized that could have been me, if you hadn't made me see how wrong that was. Seeing how they acted made me feel ashamed that I was once like that too, so thank you for making me a better person than that." I was choked up from hearing his comment, so it took me more than a few seconds before I could respond, but I did. "Pat, I may have shown you the path, but you were the one who had to choose to walk it," I informed him. "What I did was easy, but it was you who did the hard part. You have turned out to be a wonderful young man and I really and truly love having you as a son." He hugged me again, but I realized he was probably too emotional to talk right now too, as I was beginning to get another lump in my throat as he embraced me. However, I do know we both spoke from the heart and meant every word that was said, and there was no doubt in my mind that he was thrilled to be a part of this mélange we call a family. The rest of our time at home went quickly and it was soon the night before our departure. The boys had packed their own suitcases, again splitting their things with their partner, and I double-checked each one against my checklist, to ensure they had the things they would need. Once this was finished, we took everything downstairs and loaded it into the van. I also loaded my carry-on, with all of the hand-held games and batteries, and we would have nothing more to add before leaving, since we had packed new toothbrushes, shampoo, deodorant, etc., for the trip. The boys took their showers and then came down to the TV room to join me. We talked a little before we went to bed, discussing some last minute information about this journey. First, I reminded them this flight would be longer than their previous flights, as it would take about 7.5 hours to get there. I also told them there also wouldn't be much to see, as most of the trip would be over the ocean and that we'd be flying out of Pittsburgh in the early evening, as the flight was scheduled to leave at 5:30 P.M. Tomorrow we would have time to recheck everything after breakfast, and later we'd go out for lunch. We'd leave for the airport shortly after noon. We were going to pick Steve up at the courthouse at that time and then we'd be on our way. The boys were a mixture of nerves and excitement. With the notoriety of recent plane crashes and near accidents, they were more nervous about flying this time, than they had been on their earlier trips. However, the excitement generated over visiting another country effectively negated that problem. We ate breakfast at home, cleaned everything up and put it all away. The boys were flitting all over the house, as their nervous energy and excitement wouldn't allow them to sit for very long. As it neared the lunch hour, I called Steve and asked him join us for lunch, so we could leave directly from the restaurant. He agreed, so we went to pick him up. There wasn't very much conversation during the meal, since the boys didn't know what else to say. We merely filled our bellies and prepared for the drive and flight ahead. It wasn't long before we'd finished our meal and were on our way. Most of our trips to the airport had been made during early morning hours, but this one was considerably later, so the boys could see the areas we passed through this time. There was some discussion about different things they observed along the way, until they began to see the planes taking off and descending in the distance. The closer we got to the airport, the less talkative the boys became, because I suspected they were growing more nervous AND more excited. By the time Steve stopped in front of the main entrance, the boys were as quiet as church mice. We quickly unloaded everything, went in to register and check in our luggage, and said good-byes to Uncle Steve. All of the boys gave him a hug, even the older ones, and he told us to have a good time. He watched as we went into the terminal, before getting back into the van and making the long trip back home alone. I herded my flock through the terminal and toward our gate, making sure the older boys had a hold of each of the younger ones, and we sat down to wait until our flight was announced. The boys were still subdued, sitting quietly together or huddled up around me, and we stayed that way until two of my older children showed up, since they were flying out with us. The other two were flying from locations closer to their own homes and we would meet them in England. The boys now began talking to their older siblings, telling them about our other trip, until our flight was called. We made our way onboard, took our seats and waited for something to happen. It was thirty or forty minutes later before the plane began to taxi into position, and I noticed some of the boys tensing up. I guess that's a normal reaction for fairly inexperienced fliers. It was nearly 6:00 p.m. when the jet's engines began to roar, signaling we were about to take off. A few seconds later, the plane lurched forward and the craft started down the runway, as it prepared to lift into the air. E-mail responses to the stories, story suggestions, or other 'constructive' comments or advice may be sent to: bwstories8@aol.com - but please put the story title in the subject line, so it doesn't get deleted as junk mail.