Date: Fri, 7 May 2010 11:25:11 EDT
From: Bwstories8@aol.com
Subject: Castaway Hotel: Grand Reopening - Book 9, chapters 9 - 10

Castaway Hotel -- Grand Reopening -- Book 6 by BW                    
Copyright 2009 by billwstories
Chapter 9 -- Doing What Comes Naturally.                  

**Author's Note:** Please read the disclaimer in Chapter 00 before you read
this.

When I awoke the next morning, I had a boy pressed tightly against each
side of me.  One was Nigel's fourteen-year old cousin, Will, and the other
was Graham.  It still amazed me that a kid who communicated with the dead
would be so greatly affected by my stories.  Then again, maybe it was due
to his knowledge that the dead do sometimes move among us that gave my
tales the added credence to convince him that such things might happen.
Who knows?  I certainly didn't.

Once it got started, our second day camping progressed pretty much like the
first.  We spent much of our time at the lake, before the boys went off to
play games of their own device.  This began with my sons teaching Nigel's
clan about a game called capture the flag.  They used two t-shirts, one red
and the other purple, and tied them to sticks to serve as the flags.  Then
they split into two teams, placed the flags about half a mile apart, and
then set out to capture the other team's flag, without getting captured
themselves.

It was wild just sitting back and watching the boys sneak, crawl, creep and
slither through the woods, while trying to reach their target undetected.
Although there were many attempts and some that nearly succeeded, it was
one of Nigel's boys, Kjetil, who was successful and finally ended the game.

That night, I let Nigel tell the boys stories about English ghosts, to keep
them happy.  He started by telling them the tale of the two young princes
that were murdered by their uncle and are still rumored to roam the
corridors of the Tower of London.  He then went on to tell them about a
couple of Scottish ghosts, who were a bit more rambunctious and troublesome
than the two young princes.  In fact, Nigel got quite animated while giving
his rendition and the effect was either frightening or comical, depending
on the emotional stability of the observer.

Once he finished with that story, he told them about a Welsh ghost, which
was rumored to have driven people out of the country estate it haunted.
The boys were listening carefully to Nigel's long-winded account when it
started to drizzle.  The boys were so intrigued with what he was saying
that they remained there until he finished and then we all hustled to our
tents.  I wasn't worried about the campfire, since the rain would take care
of it.

Before the boys ducked out of sight, I reminded them not to touch the
inside of their tents tonight, as that would allow the moisture to seep
through the nylon.  After acknowledging they understood, we moved out of
the rain and into our shelters.

Three of the boys, who were sleeping in a small two-man mountain tent, came
rushing into my tent, about halfway through the night.  They were damp,
from running through the downpour, and dragging their sleeping bags behind
them.  After apologizing for disturbing our sleep, they asked if they could
spend the rest of the night with us.  Puzzled, I asked them why, thinking
it might be because Nigel's story had scared them.  That's when I
discovered my hunch was incorrect.

Apparently, one or more of them had inadvertently dragged his hand across
the tent fabric as he tossed and turned during the night, which allowed the
water to leak in.  When one of them began to feel the dampness, he thought
he, or one of the others, had an accident.  When he sat up to check it out,
he discovered what the problem really was.  That was when he awoke the
other pair, to discuss what they should do, and they decided to come to me
for help.

Understanding their dilemma, we squeezed them into the tent with us.  Since
only one of the sleeping bags was wet inside and out, I had the other boys
zip the other four sleeping bags together and then the five of them
squeezed in to them together.  It was a bit cramped, but not uncomfortable,
but it also helped that our uninvited guests were three of the smallest of
the boys in the group.

By morning the rain had stopped, but we decided to wait before eating
breakfast.  The conditions would make it uncomfortable to eat at camp, so
we opted go back and eat in the main dining hall instead.  Since the boys'
stomachs were rumbling, we packed up our gear as quickly as we could, but
that wasn't fast enough for the boys.  It took us longer than normal
because we had to ring out as much water as we could first, so it wouldn't
be too heavy to carry, and then we lugged it back to our cabins.

When we got back, we dried off and stashed our things temporarily.  I told
the boys we would take care of it later, but now it was time to eat.  When
we reached the dining hall, we discovered there was going to be a dance in
the Clubhouse tonight, after dinner.  It was primarily so the younger
people to have something to do, since the rain was expected to continue
until morning.  This would also give them a chance to get to know each
other better, but the adults were told they could participate too.

The boys that had an interest in girls liked this idea, but my gay boys
began to ask me if I thought they might be able to dance with their
partners too.  I told them I would discreetly inquire about that and then
let them know later, but they shouldn't get their hopes up until I found
out for sure.  They seemed satisfied with my response, so we went back to
the cabins to take care of our things.

After we finished drying and putting our gear away, the boys began planning
other activities they could do inside.  Some went back to the clubhouse, to
play board games, ping-pong, pool, the arcade games or shuffleboard, since
they had areas set up both indoors and out for this purpose.  The rest of
them either loafed about, watched television found something to read,
played cards or found other suitable activities to keep them occupied.

While they were entertaining themselves, I found the resort director and
made a few discreet inquires.

"I just have a few questions I want to ask you about the dance tonight," I
began.  "I know there aren't enough young ladies to go around, compared to
the number of boys, and some of my sons were wondering if people would have
a problem with them dancing with each other?"

The director looked at me, thought for a moment, and then replied.  "Well,
I'm not sure I've seen anything like that happen here before, although I've
seen some of the girls dancing with each other.  I suppose it would be all
right, so I'll plan on making an announcement to that effect, so the other
guests won't question it either.  Does that meet with your approval?"

"It most certainly does, and thank you for your understanding," I replied.

Once I got back to the cabin, I started explaining about my discussion with
the director.  I told them what was said and what he agreed to, but I also
warned them not to be too affectionate with each other, as that might draw
adverse responses and possibly cause the director to change his mind.
Everyone seemed to understand and was fine with this.  At least now they
could dance with each other, something they couldn't do most other places.
I think as they matured, they were satisfied taking the little victories
wherever they could find them, without pushing for more.

Before the time for the dance arrived, some of my boys made their way to
the cabins of the girls they were interested in and asked if they could be
their date for the evening.  After all the giggling and blushing, most of
the girls accepted, but a few had already agreed to go with someone else.
Eventually, though, everyone was able to find a partner and was excited
about the prospects the evening offered.  I was hoping they didn't get too
excited, because sprouting an erection while dancing close might present a
problem.

As they showered before dinner, they paid particular attention to their
hair (on top of their heads -- I knew what you'd be thinking), and they
even borrowed the one bottle of aftershave I always kept in my travel kit.
It was a bottle of Brut and the boys didn't think it smelled too bad or was
only for old men to use.

Dinner proved to be an interesting time, as the boys and the girls kept
exchanging glances, coy little waves, smiles and winks.  Watching them
going through these pre- date antics, it reminded me of a racehorse waiting
in its individual compartment for the gate to open.  In both cases, they
were eager to get started, so they could unleash all of their pent-up
nervous energy.  In fact, I could almost smell the hormones filling the
air.

It seems that this was not the first dance held here, and the staff was
well aware of what two naked bodies grinding against each other might
cause, so the vast majority of the songs played were of the faster variety.
Only a handful of slow songs were played, and they didn't seem to last as
long as I thought they normally would.  Regardless, other than that small
inconsistency, everyone seemed to have a good time.

I noticed a few people staring at the boys dancing with each other, so I
slowly made my way over to these individuals, one at a time.  Once I was
close enough, I would introduce myself and then comment about how there
weren't enough girls to go around.  I would also explain that my boys
wanted to practice their dancing skills before school started, so they'd be
ready for the dances, which were always a vital part of the early social
process.  After I did that, no one seemed to give my boys a second glance
and everything went quite smoothly from that point on.

When the dance ended, the boys walked their dates back to their cabins.
Some got a very steamy good-night kiss for their efforts, while others
merely ended up with a peck on the lips or cheek.  Seeing we probably
wouldn't be seeing any of these people again, they didn't get too upset
about it, although their egos might have been bruised by the slight.

Since we only had one day left at the resort, we planned to spend it just
relaxing and enjoying the end of our summer holiday.  Nigel and his boys
would be going back to our place for one final day, before we'd take them
to the airport to catch their flight home.  I know some of the boys had
been fooling around and it was going to be hard for them to let each other
go when it was time, but life would go on and their friendships would be
long lasting.

When we went to breakfast, we discovered another surprise.  The resort was
holding competitions in ping-pong, pool, shuffleboard, horseshoes and
volleyball.  Everyone was encourage to sign up for as many events as they
liked, since they'd be spread out over the course of the day and early
evening, to eliminate any scheduling conflicts.  The boys immediately
jumped at the opportunity, so I knew Nigel, Jake and I would be required to
watch them compete.

It was a fun time, as the boys competed against their own age groups.  The
winner and runner-up were awarded ribbons, but I think the knowledge that
they had bested the others was more than enough for them.

At dinner, it was announced that there would be a large bonfire and
sing-along for anyone interested and most of us decided to attend.  Even
though we'd had our own, smaller bonfire on the camping trip, the boys felt
this would be another good opportunity to spend time with the girl they had
taken to the dance, their own partner or a member of the other family, whom
they would soon be parted from.

Once the bonfire was lit, I expected someone to come out with a guitar, but
that didn't happen.  Instead, the director brought out a portable Kareoke
machine.  We instantly realized this meant that instead of singing the
traditional camp songs, they'd be playing more recent melodies.  I know our
boys thought this much better, and I'm sure the other youngsters did too,
although some of the older guests seemed slightly disappointed.

Over the course of the next couple of hours, a variety of melodies filled
the air.  I recognize nearly all of them, although I knew the words to less
than half.  The boys, however, were able to sing along with most of these
tunes and impressed many of the others in attendance, especially their
dates.

Once the music ended, we made our way to our beds.  Although some of us
slept alone, most of the boys paired up for the night and had a little fun
before they drifted off.

When the bus showed up the next morning, about an hour after we finished
breakfast, we loaded up and prepared for a nearly nonstop ride back.  The
bus had a toilet, so we only stopped for fuel and meals along the way, and
the boys spent their time moving back and forth, so they could spend a
little more time with each of Nigel's sons.  We didn't arrive home until
late that evening, but no one seemed bothered by it.

For the most part, everyone was pleased with everything we had done for the
past two weeks, but none of them were looking forwarded to their time
together ending.  The two groups had grown even closer during this time and
wondered when they'd be able to meet up again.  Seeing how this was
affecting them, Nigel and I promised we would reunite both groups again in
the future, possibly even taking a combined trip to another country.  The
boys seemed to like this idea and began arguing, mildly, about which
country we should go to.  Nothing was decided by the time we reached home,
but Nigel, Jake and I had a list of suggestions to consider.

That night when we went to bed, I discovered most beds were filled with
more than just two boys.  Many of them were trying to get a little more
time together and clung to their friend throughout the night.  They would
be parting from each other shortly, so this was their final attempt to make
it seem to last longer.

We spent our last day together skinny-dipping in our pool or playing soccer
at the high school field.  The activities were a little more restrained
this time, as opposed to our earlier outings where we did something
similar, and I could tell the boys' hearts were not really into what they
were doing.  They were already looking ahead, to the time when they'd have
to say farewell, and this took some of the spring from their steps.

That evening, I took everyone out for a large, farewell dinner.  I had
reserved the banquet room at our favorite restaurant, since we'd need
plenty of space, and privacy, to do what I had in mind.  Although we were
in the banquet room, I rejected the idea of having a buffet.  Instead, I
let everyone order from the menu, so they could have whatever they wanted,
and we also decided to allow each of the boys to have some wine.  The boys
fourteen and under were allowed half a glass, those fifteen to eighteen
could have a full glass, and those eighteen to twenty could enjoy up to two
glasses.

Although there was some minor discussion about how we had set these
arbitrary limits, the boys eventually let the topic drop.  They felt it was
better to go along and enjoy what they could, rather than have us change
our minds and cut them off completely.

I chatted briefly with the owner about which wines would be best, and
selected a sweeter wine for the boys and a drier wine for the adults.  We
did allow the boys to have a small sample of each, if they desired, so they
could choose the one that suited their taste best.  Once everyone had what
he wanted, I called for quiet, so I could speak.

"Before our meals arrive, I'd like to offer a toast," I announced.  "So if
each of you will lift you glass, as I'm doing, I will begin."  After
waiting for each of them to do as I requested, I continued.

"I would like to thank all of you for being so well behaved and making
these past weeks so enjoyable.  I also promise this will not be the last
time we join together."  After everyone took a sip of his drink, I added a
little more.

"I'd like to make one final toast to the Barstows, the greatest friends we
could hope for.  May your lives be long and happy, may your dreams come
true and may the world come to see we are not a threat to them in any way."

I heard Nigel utter, "Aye, mate," and Jake whispered, "Amen," but most of
the boys merely gulped down another swig of his wine.

Once I finished, I asked if anyone else wanted to add anything or make
their own toast, and the room immediately grew quiet.  After a few seconds,
the whispering began, as various groups debated whether they wanted to do
something of their own.  I think we were all mildly shocked when Nigel's
oldest son, Padraic, and Danny stood and asked if they could make a toast.

"We, Padriac and I," Danny began, "didn't feel we could leave here without
thanking the three greatest men in the world.  Needless to say, without
you, most of us would have been homeless and struggling to survive, but you
have given us hope and a future.

"Besides providing us a safe and happy home," he continued, "you've also
been there when we've needed you and shown us much love.  You have also let
us be ourselves, without trying to change us, and have also helped others
to accept us too."  At this point, Danny stopped and Padraic took over.

"Over the years, you have done so many wonderful things and shown us so
many good times that we shall never be able to adequately repay you for
your love and kindness.  You shall forever hold a very special place in our
lives and in our hearts, and even though this isn't totally sufficient,
we'd like to toast you.  God Bless Dad, Josh and Jake and may you be as
happy as we are and may you find your rewards in heaven, for all you have
done."

At that point, the boys took a quick drink, set their glasses on the table
and then stood and began applauding.  I think Danny and Padraic started
clapping first, but it was hard to tell, because it didn't take long before
the others joined in too.

As I listened to their words and looked around at the faces smiling at us,
it brought me to tears.  I glanced over at Jake, to see how he was
reacting, and could tell he was more than a little choked up too.  He told
me later that he didn't think he should have been included in the toast,
since he hadn't done nearly as much for them as Nigel and I, but I assured
him he had earned their love and respect and deserved their praise as well.
I told him the boys had come to accept and think of him as a second father,
which he truly was, but I think he was still somewhat awed that the boys
held him in such high regard.

Nigel was quite emotional too, as this affected him as deeply as Jake and
I.  As we sat and absorbed the profound impact of what had been said, the
boys came around to give us hugs and impart their own personal comments.
It was a truly touching time.

When all this commotion died down, I stood again, to thank them for what
they'd just done.  "I think I can safely speak for Nigel and Jake too, when
I say thank you for the wonderful compliments you have heaped upon us.
When it comes to rewards, we've already had ours.  You have also filled our
lives with much love and happiness and I think we have received much more
from you than we have given.  God was truly generous when he brought you to
us and we could never ask for more."

Needless to say, my head was still spinning when I went to bed.  No matter
how hard I tried, I found it difficult to sleep, because Danny and
Padraic's words kept playing over and over again in my mind, as if it were
stuck in an endless loop.

After a couple of hours of restlessness, my heart started to beat normally
again and my mind finally emptied, so I could drift off to sleep.  My
slumber was filled with many dreams, as I recalled how I came to have these
wonderful sons, and my mind was racing again, shortly after I awoke the
next morning.



Castaway Hotel -- Grand Reopening -- Book 6 by BW                    
Copyright 2009 by billwstories
Chapter 10 -- Endings and Beginnings.                  

Once again, we chartered a bus to take Nigel's family to the airport.  It
was a fairly quiet trip, as they boys merely sat with their guests and
enjoyed their final moments together.  If they talked, it was in whispers,
but there was no horsing around and no one slept.

We reached our destination by eleven, but their flight wasn't leaving until
nearly two.  However, with the extra security requirements, they had to be
there that early to get through the screening process.  As the Barstows
were removing their things from the luggage compartment, we reiterated our
promise to keep in touch and they did the same.  It was a very emotional
time.

We stayed and waited for them go through their departure gate, but we knew
we couldn't stay to watch their jet take off.  It was just too long for the
boys to hang out with nothing to do.  Therefore, I led my brood back to
board the bus and then we took off for home.

During the ride, I reminded the boy they would have to start getting their
things together for school once we returned.  We were planning to drop the
college bound group off at their respective campuses the following weekend,
and the others would be returning to class a few days later.  They all
groaned when they heard this, even though I knew many of them were looking
forward to the new school year.  Even though most of the boys were eager
for the new challenges, I think they also wished for a couple of extra
weeks to themselves, before they had to start up again.

Over the course of the next few days, I was faced with three unexpected and
difficult situations.  Although I would have preferred not to come back and
be placed in crises mode so quickly, it was obvious I couldn't avoid
dealing with any of these situations.

The first problem cropped up while I was checking my email messages and
stuck out like a sore thumb.  This particular message was from the
candidate the school board had offered the job to replace me as
superintendent.  He was turning them down!

It seems he was offered a similar, but more lucrative position, in a larger
district and had decided to accept that offer instead.  This left us
hanging, since none of the other candidates met the requirements the
selection committee had established.  It also meant we were about to start
the school year without a permanent replacement.  This, in turn, told me
that my temporary role in this position was going to be extended and the
district would be going back to square one to find my replacement.

Once I got the boys to unpack and start the laundry, I contacted some of
the other members of the selection committee, to see if they had done
anything about this problem while I was away.  They quickly informed me
that they had already posted the job in various professional publications
and notified a variety of college placement offices, as well as posting it
on job procurement sites online.  After thanking them for their rapid
response, we discussed other ramifications this might have on the start of
the school year.

I spent much of the remainder of the day dwelling on this situation and
only took a short break to help Jake fix dinner.  He had run out to pick up
a few things while I was tied up with work, so now we talked as we prepared
the meal.  He was sympathetic, although not a great deal of help, but it
was still nice to know he cared and was there for me.

The next day I stayed home, so I'd have the privacy I needed to confront
this situation.  I was afraid if I went in to the office I'd be deluged
with a variety of other issues, which would distract me from my primary
concern.  The house was fairly quiet, since most of the boys had decided to
go hang around the school, so they could chat with their friends and check
out their class schedules.  After that, they were planning to go off to do
some last minute school shopping at the mall.  The college boys had gone
with them, because they wanted to pick up a few things too.  Since Jake had
returned to work, I was alone in the house when I heard a knock at the
door.

When I went to answer it, I discovered an older woman standing there.  She
looked vaguely familiar, but I couldn't quite place who she was, so I
opened the door and asked what she wanted.

"Mr. Currie, I know you weren't expecting to see me and I didn't come to
cause any problems, but I heard about what happened when the mother of two
of your other sons showed up here."

I was confused by her comment and still puzzled as to whom she was.
Therefore, I decided to get right down to business.

"I'm sorry, but what business is that of yours?" I asked.  "I'm afraid I
don't recognize you and not sure I even know you."  She blushed and
stammered for a minute, before she finally settled down enough to respond.

"Yes, I guess I have changed some since you last saw me, but I'm Danny's
mother."

I wouldn't be surprised if my mouth dropped open at that moment, because I
was stunned to discover who she was.  My mind was also reeling from the
implications of what she was doing here, especially since she had just
referred to Cole and Graham's mother.  Ms. Van Cott had also suddenly
appeared and caused us a great many problems, so now I was wondering if
this was going to be a repeat of that situation.

"I hate to be blunt," I said, with a slight tremor in my voice, "but what
is it you want."

"As I said, I didn't come here to cause any problems for Danny or you," she
blurted in response, "but I miss my son.  A friend of mine works at the
courthouse and she told me what happened, and how that other woman is now
able to meet with her sons again.  I'd like to be able to do the same
thing, but I was hoping we could arrange something on our own."

Even though I had been afraid this was where she was heading, I now knew
for sure.  However, the time had come for me to respond.  "Mrs. Roma,
before I can agree to anything, I'd have to talk this over with Danny.
He's a young man now and about to head off to college, so he's definitely
old enough to make his own choices."

"Mr. Currie, don't get me wrong," she muttered.  "I don't intend to try to
take Danny from you, I just want to be able to see and spend time with him.
I miss him more than you can imagine and I need to get to know him again."
She hesitated briefly, and I noticed her eyes were moist and her breathing
a bit raspy.  It was clear this was very difficult for her, so I waited
patiently as she regained control of her emotions.

"It was his father who threw him out, not me, but I was forced to go along
with that decision.  I never agreed with it, and I certainly didn't like
it, but he is my husband.  Since that happened, he has changed and
mellowed.  That's probably due to the fact that he's very ill and facing
his own mortality, but I don't think he'd care if I saw our son now.  I
know he still isn't ready to accept what Danny is, but I love my son and
I've missed him so very much.  I hope you and Danny will allow me the
chance to get reacquainted with him."

"As I've said, Mrs. Roma, I will have to discuss this with Danny.  I have
no idea how he might react to your suggestion, but my question to you would
be, are you going to be able to accept him for who he is?  Will you also be
able, and willing, to respect the decisions he has made, or might make,
about his life?"

"If you're referring to his being a homosexual," she said, dryly, "then
yes.  I think I can handle that now."

"And what about the young man he has chosen to be his partner?" I pressed.

She hesitated before she answered this time.  "It won't be easy for me,"
she acknowledged, "but I think I'll be able to handle that too."

"If you are being sincere, then leave me your phone number and I'll call
you when Danny makes up his mind about what he wants to do."

Mrs. Roma looked flustered after I made my last statement and didn't
immediately respond.  After a short, and uncomfortable silence, she finally
spoke.

"I'd prefer that none of you call my home just yet, in case my husband
answers the phone.  I'm not sure how I'd explain to him why you were
calling.  What if I phoned you instead, to find out if Danny approves of my
suggestion?"

"That would be fine," I agreed, "but give us a few days.  I won't approach
him unless he's alone and in a good mood, and then I suspect he'll need
some time to think it over.  I don't want to rush him into making such an
important decision."

"I agree and will give you the time you need before I call," she confirmed.
"Mr.  Currie, thank you very much for listening to me and providing me with
this opportunity."

"There's nothing definite," I reiterated, "but I will pass along your
request."  We then said our good-byes and she departed, but now I had to
wait and talk this over with Danny.

When the boys returned home, they were busy showing me the things they'd
picked up, so there wasn't much of a chance for me to get Danny alone.  I
didn't want to ask to speak to him in private, because then Brandon and
some of the others would ask him what was up, and I wanted him to have time
to consider this without outside interference.  If he decided to bring
others into the decision process, he'd be able to do that without the
pressure of having to include them.

While I was waiting for an appropriate time to do this, the third situation
arose.  Sally called to inform me that one of her colleagues in a nearby
community had brought a situation to her attention.  She said as soon as
she heard about it she thought of me, so now she wanted to know if I'd be
willing to help out.  Of course, it concerned another boy.

All she would tell me for the time being is that this kid had announced to
his foster family that he was gay and it created an immediate problem.  He
supposedly did this because he didn't want to live there any longer and
knew his foster parents would want him out of their house and away from
their children if they realized he was gay.

Although I agreed to meet him, I told her I couldn't make any promises.  I
was willing to see what he was like and let him meet the other boys, so we
could learn about each other.  Whatever happened after that would depend on
the boy and our reactions to him.  We would have to feel comfortable with
each other, but I think I was silently hoping he wouldn't fit in.
Secretly, I was concerned I had already stretched myself too far with the
number of boys I had already taken in and wasn't convinced I should add
more.  These doubts were compounded by Brent's death and the problems
created by Ms. Van Cott, and now Mrs. Roma, so I was approaching this from
a negative viewpoint.

Sally did get me to commit to giving this a trial run, to see if he would
fit in.  She would set it up and then call me with the details.  I told her
that would be fine, but advised her about our other commitments (taking the
boys to college, my continued role as acting superintendent, etc.), hoping
this wouldn't give her a window of opportunity.  In addition to that, I
also told her about Mrs. Roma, which stunned her.  I hoped this additional
information would cause her to take pity on me, so she would drop this idea
for now.

Having just returned from a fun and relaxing vacation, my mind wasn't ready
to deal with so many new developments.  Therefore, I took my time and sat
down to consider each item separately.  That's why, by the time I got to
speak to Danny, about his mother's re-emergence, I'd had a chance to
organize my thoughts and present this to him in a calm, rational manner.

Most of the boys either hadn't awakened yet or were off doing something
else when I saw Danny coming downstairs.  I asked him if I could speak with
him a moment and he readily agreed.

 "What's up, Dad?" he asked me, with a big smile on his face.  I believe he
thought this had something to do with his leaving for college in a few
days.

"Danny, something has happened recently, and it affects you," I told him.

"Really?  What are you talking about?" he asked, concerned.

Since there was no delicate way to break this news to him, I decided to
plow ahead and bring him up to date.  "Danny, I had a visitor the other
day, while you boys were out.  It was your mother and she asked if I
thought you might agree to meet with her.  She wants to become part of your
life again, but I told her that would have to be up to you."

He looked stunned after he heard this and asked if anyone else knew.  When
I told him 'no,' he asked if he could go get Brandon, so he'd also know
what was going on.  When I told him that would be entirely up to him, he
raced off and soon came back dragging Brandon with him.

"Dad, would you tell Brandon what you just told me?" he asked, and I
quickly agreed.  After repeating what I had told Danny moments earlier, we
gave Brandon a few minutes to digest the news.  Then Danny looked at
Brandon, before turning toward me, and then he spoke.

"Why now, after all this time." he wondered.  "Why does she suddenly want
to become part of my life again?"

"I think it was prompted by the incident with Cole and Graham's mother," I
informed him.  "I think she may have been tempted to try to contact you
before that, but once she learned Ms. Van Cott was able to see her sons
again, she decided it might be a good time for her to do the same thing."

"But I still don't see why she waited so long," he challenged.  "She could
have tried to help me after my father threw me out and she's never tried to
see me or say anything before now.  Where was she when I needed her the
most?"  Danny was starting to get very emotional.  He was confused, yet
angry, which caused Brandon to instinctively put his arm around Danny's
shoulders.  He was seeking to comfort his lover, but Danny didn't seem to
notice his gesture.

"I think it was because she was afraid of your father," I offered, "and she
didn't want to face his wrath.  It wasn't because she didn't love you or
want to help, but I think she felt powerless.  She had no money and no
place of her own, so she didn't see how she could assist you/"

"But that doesn't make any sense to me," he countered.

"Danny, think about it for a minute," I advised him.  "Your father is very
old world and set in his ways.  He thinks of himself as king of his castle
and master of his domain.  He believes his word to be law in his home and
everyone living there must obey.  Those who don't are dealt with
accordingly.  Isn't that why he threw you out, because you couldn't conform
to his norms and rules?"

"Yeah, I guess you could say that," Danny conceded.

"And your mother was used to following his rules, no matter how insane she
thought them to be.  Isn't that right?" I followed.

"Yes, I guess it is," he agreed.

"Since she didn't want him to turn on her physically or throw her out of
the house at that point, she merely bit her tongue and let him do as he
pleased."

"So she saved herself and turned her back on me?" he asked, to clarify the
matter.

"In a way, but that's a very simplistic way of looking at it.  I think she
might have stood up to your father, if she thought you were in danger or
might be harmed," I explained.  "However, after you came to live here and
she saw you were safe and happy, she just bided her time, hoping that some
day the two of you could be reunited."

"I think I can understand that," he confirmed, "but how are things
different now?"  I took a moment to think about how I was going to break
the news to him, without making it sound too dramatic.

"Back then, she couldn't help you, because she couldn't help herself." I
began, "but she says your father has changed and mellowed."

"Okay, I guess I can understand that too," he confirmed, but I interrupted
and didn't allow him to say more.

"Danny, she also said your father is ill and having to consider that he
might not be around much longer," I added.  "Dealing with the inevitability
that you aren't going to be around much longer has changed many hard core
views throughout history."

"I'm not sure I feel bad for him though," Danny told me, "but what do YOU
think I should do?"

"Danny, that has to be your decision, not mine," I advised him.  "You may
want to take your time and think this over, and you might also want to
discuss it with Brandon.  When you know what you want to do, just let me
know, so I can pass your decision along to your mother."

"I know this is my decision," he stated, "but can't you tell me what you
think I should do?  I mean, I've always trusted your judgment and would
really like to know what you think."

"Would that really make a difference?" I asked.

"Yes, it definitely would," he quickly confirmed.  "I love and trust you
and know you wouldn't tell me to do anything, unless you thought it would
be best for me.  Knowing what you think would help me decide what to do."

I merely looked at him and studied his face, looking for a sign of his
sincerity.  Then I turned toward Brandon and spoke to him next.  "What do
you think?  Should I give him my opinion or just leave you two alone to
talk this over?"

"Well, I'd like to talk to Danny about it too," he admitted, "but I know if
it were me, I'd want you to tell me what you thought as well."  I looked at
him and studied his face for a minute, and then I smiled and looked toward
Danny.

"If you want my opinion, then I shall give it to you," I agreed.  "If I
were in your shoes, I think I would give your mother another chance.  I
think you should take the time to listen to what she has to say and see how
you get along.  She is still your mother and I know some day you'll regret
not taking this opportunity, if you don't do so now.  Be a man and give her
the benefit of the doubt.

"You know what your father was like and that it was his idea to kick you
out of the house.  He was the one who couldn't deal with you being gay and
she just didn't have the courage to stand up and defend you.  I think she
regrets that now, but I have the feeling she never stopped loving you or
thinking about you." I gave him a moment to let this sink in, before I
continued.

"Just look at how it's worked out for Cole and Graham," I suggested.  "I
know it was hard for them to accept their mother back into their lives,
especially since she had been such a poor mother and neglected them so
badly, but I think they're now beginning to see each other in a new and
different light.  Now that they've had time to allow those old wounds to
heal, and seeing they're willing to keep an open mind about what the future
might hold, I think they're all glad they're back together.  I don't think
Cole or Graham would ever want to go back and live with her again, but I
believe they're glad they took the time to get to know her and to forgive
her for her past mistakes.  It has also helped them to bury many of their
old demons."

He thought about this for a moment, before he responded.  "Yeah, I think
you're probably right," he agreed.  "Okay, I'll meet with her, but after
that I can't say.  That will depend on what she has to say and what she
does, as to whether I'll see her more than just once."

"That sounds fair," I replied.  "She's supposed to call me back, to see
what you decided, so if she wants to meet with you before you leave this
weekend, would that be all right with you?"

"I could do that," he agreed, "but let her know I want Brandon to be with
me the first time.  I'm not sure I can handle this by myself.  I also want
to meet somewhere in public, where there are other people around.  I don't
think I'm ready for her to come here to see me yet."

"Okay, that sounds like a good idea," I confirmed, "and I don't think she
will object to your demands, just as long as you agree to meet with her."

"Thanks, Dad," he added, before giving me a hug.  "I'm sure glad I have you
to depend on and help me think things through."

With that said, he and Brandon took off, and I just had to wait for his
mother to call, so I could tell her the good news.


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