Date: Sun, 19 Nov 2000 22:38:17 EST
From: Bwstories8@aol.com
Subject: The Castaway Hotel-3 chapter 10
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The Castaway Hotel-Book 3-by BW (Young-Friends). Copyright 2000 by billwstories
Chapter 10 - Houston, we have a problem. September 2000
Thursday was bound to be an interesting day. I only had one stop planned,
but it was certain to take up the whole day and give us plenty of
interesting things to do. After breakfast we loaded up and headed over to
NASA's Johnson Space Center, the heart of the US space exploration program.
Mission Control is here, as well as the training center for astronauts. We
would be at Space Center Houston, the official visitors center. We began
the day in the Space Center Plaza, an immense area that rises up five
stories above the shiny, black-lacquered floor which houses the current
display. There was a full-size Space Shuttle mock-up located there, which
gave the boys a close-up look at the middeck and flight deck of the orbiter
- from the control panels all the way to the sleeping quarters. At this
point the boys were hooked and I knew the only way we'd get them out of
here today was if security threw us out when they closed.
The rest of the attractions opened off of this central space and we went to
The Feel of Space area next. This was a hands-on exhibit area where you
could experience the physical and psychological sensations of space flight.
Various trainers allowed you the chance of trying to land the shuttle or
the opportunity to retrieve a satellite from orbit, using very realistic
computer simulations. All of the older boys tried their hand at one or the
other, with the younger ones cheering them on. In the Living in Space
show, we learned how astronauts handle the routine activities (like eating,
sleeping, and showering) in zero gravity. They selected a 'volunteer' to
help them with this demonstration, and it just happened to be Cole who got
the honor. There was also a simulated flight in a Manned Maneuvering Unit
(MMU) and Dustin got a chance to land the Space Shuttle at the Kennedy
Space Center, a simulation, of course, with the helpful hints of a flight
instructor. The little ones even got to try on the various space helmets,
representing the four distinct eras of space flight.
>From there, we went to the Space Center Theater and watched a 25-minute
film entitled "To Be An Astronaut". It showed on a screen (5 stories tall)
and let us see the story of how the astronauts train, how the teams prepare
for in-flight situations, and it ended with personal comments by several
astronauts. The boys were buzzing now, saying how they wanted to be an
astronaut or they wanted to design or help plan for these flights. It was
quite electric. On the way out, we checked out the exhibits of flight
suits, from the very earliest on up to present day models.
After that, we took the official NASA Tram Tour, where we were taken behind
the scenes of the Johnson Space Center. There are actually two separate
tours. The first was a 75-minute tour, during which time we visited the
astronaut training facilities, including the Space Environment Simulation
Laboratory, and the Mock-Up and Integration Laboratory. Then we took a
45-minute tour of the historic Mission Control Centers and the brand-new
Space Station Operations Control room. By the time we finished the last of
these two tours, we were well past our normal lunchtime and everyone was
hungry. We made our way over to the Zero-G Diner and the boys managed to
eat enough to satisfy them, although their mouths were going the entire
time, talking constantly with mouths full.
We began the afternoon at the Mission Status Center, where we were able to
listen in on the up-to-the-minute details of the mission currently in
progress. We even heard the astronauts talking from their orbit high above
the earth. We listened to Mission Control communicate with the Space
Shuttle astronauts, exchanging information and asking and answering various
questions. It was almost like we were part of the group managing this
flight.
Next we went to the Starship Gallery, beginning with a visit to the Destiny
Theater. There we watched the film "On Human Destiny", which told the
story of the first thirty plus years of space exploration. It began with
the Goddard Rocket, continued through the Mercury, Gemini, and Apollo
missions, and then went on to discuss the Space Shuttle and the Skylab.
After the film ended, we went out to check on the various displays,
including a suspended Lunar Module, the "Faith 7" Mercury capsule (flown by
Gordon Cooper), the Gemini V capsule (piloted by Pete Conrad and Gordon
Cooper), and the Apollo 17 Command Module (which took Gene Cernan, Ronald
Evans, and Harrison Schmitt to the moon). The boys were really excited
now, seeing all of these capsules that really went up into space, and they
were really hyper now, as we headed into the last area.
The Kids Space Place was the last stop at the Center. Here all of the boys
got to try something. Some tried out the interactive displays and
exhibits, while the rest 'walked on the moon', and others 'commanded or
lived on the space shuttle'. By the time the boys walked out of that area,
it was like they had been on a sugar high for a week. They were fully
wound up and I knew that it would be tough to calm them down. Some of the
boys wanted to use the restroom before we left, so I told them to go ahead
and we'd meet them right there. As the boys were nearly to the toilets,
Andrew announced that he too had to pee. I told him to go catch up with
his brothers and stay close to them until they got back. He raced off
after the other boys and the rest of us started talking about our day.
Several minutes later the boys returned, but once I counted noses, one of
the boys was missing. We quickly determined it was Andrew.
"Didn't you see him in the men's room?" I asked all of them, but no one in
particular. They all looked at each other before responding that none of
them had.
"I did hear a door to one of the stalls open and close," Dustin told me,
"but I didn't see who it was."
"Well, that was probably Andrew. He might be taking a dump. Why don't you
older boys come with me and help me make sure we find him, so we can
leave."
I told the others to stay with Mr. & Mrs. O'Hara and the rest of us headed
toward the restroom area. When I walked in, I only saw a pair of men's
feet in one of the stalls and the rest of the place was empty. Just for
the hell of it, I called Andrew's name. I heard a weak, quickly stifled
"Daddy" come from the stall. I quickly sent Trey to get security, placed
the other boys near the exit, and then addressed the guy in the stall with
my son.
"You might as well come out of there now. There are several of us out
here, so you're not going to get away. I've already sent someone to get
security. If you let my son go, we might go a little easier on you."
There wasn't an immediate response, but shortly the door opened and Andrew
came out, in tears. The guy stayed where he was.
"Are you all right, Andrew?" I asked him, very concerned. He nodded that
he was, though he continued crying. "What happened in there?" Andrew
looked up at me, but hesitated answering. "It's okay, Andrew. You didn't
do anything wrong, but maybe that man did. What happened in there?"
Andrew looked at me with very sad eyes, not sure if he should tell me, but
he finally did. "He touched my pee-pee...and he made me touch his."
I was afraid something like that had happened, but I tried not to sound
upset. "Is that all that happened?"
Andrew shook his head 'no' and then he responded further. "His pee-pee got
all hard and then...and then...well...he tried to put his pee-pee in my
heinie."
That did it. I was fuming now. I had done my best to keep the little ones
away from any sexual activity and then this guy tries to molest him in a
public restroom. I pushed Andrew toward Dustin, who was standing the
closest to us, then I kicked open the door, smashing the guy in the face
with it, sending him backward onto the stool. I then went in and dragged
him out, before I slammed him up against the wall. It was at this instant
that I realized the example I was setting for the boys and I released the
guy until security arrived. As I turned back toward the boys, the guy made
some obscene comment to my sons and I whirled back around, my right fist
leading the way, and I smashed my knuckles into his face, sending him
sprawling again. I didn't stop there, however, and I had just leaped on
the bastard, ready to smash his face in, when Trey arrived with security.
They came in and dragged me off that sorry excuse for a human being and I
tried to calm down, for the sake of the boys. Once things had returned to
normal and they had cuffed their suspect, the officers started questioning
all of us about what had happened. While they were doing this, another of
the officers was snapping Polaroids of the crime scene. Sometime during
this period, Mr. O'Hara had come in to see what was going on, and Brandon
quickly informed him of the situation. He returned to his wife and the
other boys, trying to keep them all calm, and they waited for us to return
and join them.
Soon we found ourselves down at the police station, to give our accounts of
events, having driven our vehicles behind the police cars to their
headquarters. All of us had to give statements about what had happened.
They video-taped our statements, besides typing them out and having us sign
them, and the Desk Sgt. said that we probably wouldn't have to come back to
testify. Seeing we had caught the bastard in the stall with Andrew, had so
many witnesses to that fact, and had Andrew's account of what had happened,
he concluded that the guy would probably plea-bargain, instead of facing a
prospective jury of angry adults. We thanked the police for their help and
we left, to return to our hotel. I had been carrying Andrew since we
rescued him and he was clinging to me more tightly than my old army uniform
(which was now several sizes too small for me). We all tried to reassure
him that he was fine, that everything was all right, and he was safe again.
I had to let Brandon's father drive the van to the hotel, while his wife
drove their car, as Andrew didn't want to let go of me for even an instant.
By this time, we decided to pick up subs for dinner, which we could eat in
our rooms, and we bought some soda and chips to go with them. After the
boys ate, I gave the little ones their baths, tucked Sammy, Andrew, Justin,
and Nicky into one bed, while Cole and Graham sat on the other bed to keep
them company. I was to meet everyone else in the O'Haras' room, to discuss
how we were going to handle this.
As I walked in, the boys were filling Brandon's mother in on how I had
'beat the crap out of the guy'. The boys were teasing me about being a
mother bear protecting her cub, but it was a good-natured ribbing and they
were all really pleased that I had done that for Andrew. I'm not sure how
proud I was of myself at that point, but I knew that I'd do it again, if I
were given the chance to do it over again. The boys were calling me
'slugger', 'champ', and 'the terminator', but I quickly informed them that
we would not discuss what happened in this fashion in front of the little
ones. I didn't want to scare them any more than they already were, and I
didn't want them to become overly paranoid about something similar
happening again. I told them that I would explain to the boys again about
being able to say no to people who want to do things like that and the
importance to staying with an older person when we were out in public. If
the truth were to be known, I was really blaming myself for just telling
Andrew to go catch up with his brothers, instead of going with him. I knew
this would haunt me for a long time to come.
After that, we all went back to our own rooms. Danny, Brandon, Dustin, and
Kevin were in the 'sex room', but I knew they were all too upset about what
happened to their brother to do anything. I went back to my room and got
ready to get into bed. Andrew woke up just as I was ready to turn off the
lamp and he asked if he could sleep with me. I told him that would be fine
and he scooted over from his bed to mine and crawled under the sheet with
me. I held him tightly all night long, my silent apology for letting such
a terrible thing happen to him.
The next morning I chatted briefly with Andrew, while the other boys were
brushing their teeth, and he seemed to have recovered from his ordeal.
Fortunately, the guy had never had time to penetrate his little butt before
we rushed in there, so there was no physical damage done. He actually
thanked me for saving him from that bad man and he seemed quite content to
leave it at that. I didn't think this was entirely over, but I was willing
to take things at his pace. I sent him off to brush his teeth and then we
joined the others for breakfast.
The older boys were totally protective of the younger members of the group
now. They would make sure that someone was carrying or holding the hand of
each of the five smallest, including Graham. Even though he was older than
Dion, he was much smaller physically and much more vulnerable to a
predator. Graham didn't seem to mind, in fact he seemed to be enjoying the
extra attention, and none of the little ones were able to make a move
without being accompanied by one or two of the older boys.
Now it was time to go back to having fun and giving the boys something else
to focus on. We did that by driving to the San Jacinto State Park, to see
the Battleship Texas. The ship had participated in both World War I and
World War II and in WW I it was considered the most powerful warship
afloat, because of her ten 14"/45 guns in five twin turrets. In 1919, the
Texas also became the first US battleship to launch an aircraft from its
deck. After that, the Texas received the first commercial radar in the US
Navy in 1939 and in 1940 it was designated flagship of the US Atlantic
Fleet. Another first was accomplished when the First Marine Division was
formed aboard the Texas in 1941. In 1942, the Texas transmitted General
Eisenhower's first "Voice of Freedom" broadcast, asking the French not to
oppose allied landings on North Africa. The French didn't heed his advice
and they still put up resistance when they landed. The Texas provided
gunfire support for the amphibious assault on Morocco, to protect our
troops as they landed on the North African shore. The Texas was also at
the Normandy invasion, firing on Nazi defenses as the allied forces stormed
the beaches. The Texas was later transferred to the Pacific fleet, where
it provided gunfire support for landings on Iwo Jima and Okinawa. In 1948,
the Texas became the first battleship to become a memorial museum in the
US, then it was designated a National Historic Landmark in 1977, and it was
placed under the stewardship of the Texas Parks and Wildlife department in
1983. Since that time, the Texas has been restored to her 1945 Pacific
theater condition and that's how we would see the vessel today.
The boys were impressed with the size of the ship and they couldn't imagine
how so many tons of metal could float on the water. We tried to explain
the dynamics of it, but we finally gave up. After that, we gave them some
time to pretend they were sailors fighting in the war and they ran around
pretending to battle an unseen enemy, entertaining some of the other
tourists who happened to be onboard at the same time. We eventually
dragged them off the ship, got them into our vehicles, and we made the
short drive to Galveston. The first thing we did there was to visit
another ship, this one older and made of wood. The Elissa is a restored
nineteenth-century sailing ship (launched in late 1877). It is 162' long,
with a molded depth of 16', and a gross capacity of 430 tons. The ship
carries 19 sails made of canvas and her hull plates and forms are of iron
(except where restored with welded steel). The Elissa began her career as
a cargo ship, transporting coal, but it was sold many times over the
following years and was used for many other purposes. It is now one of the
few surviving square-riggers in the world and the oldest one listed in the
Lloyd's of London 'Registry of Shipping'. It is now under the control of
the Galveston Historical Foundation, which was responsible for restoring
the ship, and it was placed on the National Register of Historic Places
during the summer of 1978.
The boys were intrigued with the differences between this vessel and the
Texas, which we had visited earlier. This led to a discussion of the
history of sailing ships and the various changes that occurred in their
design and construction over the centuries. We talked about the
Phoenicians and the Romans and how they used ships to establish trading and
political empires. We discussed the Spanish Armada and then how the
British had defeated them and had become the rulers of the sea for many
years afterward, helping to establish their own empire. We also discussed
the use of metal in ship construction and how it evolved over time. I
think we might have a couple of future sailing men in this group, as they
expressed an interest in finding out what it would be like to spend so much
time on such a vessel. When our tour had ended, we decided to do lunch and
we continued this discussion while we ate.
After lunch, we went to our hotel, which was along the fine Galveston
beaches. It was then that I informed the boys that our last couple of days
in Texas would be spent here, enjoying the sun, sand, and the waters of the
Gulf of Mexico. Everyone was happy with this new announcement and we would
spend the next two days just loafing and relaxing before we headed back
home. We took everyone to their rooms and got them settled in before we
all changed into our swimwear and headed down to the beach to spend the
rest of the afternoon in the sun.
We got down to the water's edge and right away the older boys took to the
surf, having a grand time for themselves in the mild waves. Even Dion and
Carlos went out into the water, though not as far or not as recklessly as
the others, but they too seemed to be enjoying themselves. The younger
ones stayed on the beach, just letting the waves come up and sweep across
their lower legs, as each wave swept ashore. Brandon's parents and I
watched the boys, while enjoying the warm rays of the sun as they caressed
our bodies, making sure that the boys didn't wander out too far or get
careless in unfamiliar territory.
The older boys soon ended their frolicking and came in to help the young
boys build sand sculptures. They broke up into groups, decided on what
they wanted to make, and then they began to sculpt it. One group made a
traditional castle, while another decided to make Shamu out of sand, as the
next tried to make the Space Shuttle, and the last group worked on trying
to make a ship. They all turned out quite well and we adults were
impressed with their abilities, noting the details that each group added to
their particular sculpture. After they finished their designs, the older
boys took the younger ones with them, a little farther out in the water,
but not anything they couldn't handle. Even Dion and Carlos joined them
this time. At first I was concerned that the older boys would forget that
the little ones were with them or that Carlos and Dion were still
non-swimmers and start their horsing around, but they were very careful and
very attentive, making sure that no one was placed in a hazardous
situation. They eventually came back in, spread their towels out on the
sand, and sprawled out all around us.
After resting for a few minutes, Brandon reached into the gym bag he had
carried down with him and pulled out a Frisbee and a Nerf football. When I
shot a questioning look at him, he gave me an instant reply. "I brought
these from home, just in case we needed something to do," he said, with a
grin.
"Good thinking, old man," I teased him. "I didn't think any of you ever
thought that far ahead."
"Oh, we do more planning than you'll ever know about, Pop," he responded,
giving me a wink. I wanted to ask him what kind of planning he was talking
about, but I was afraid of his possible answer, with his parents sitting
right there. Fortunately, I don't think they gave his comment a second
thought.
The boys played an interesting game of Frisbee tag, including all of the
boys in the game. The little ones thought it was big sport to chase the
older ones and tag them by throwing the Frisbee at them and hitting them
with it, and they continued this game until they decided to throw the Nerf
football around. They ended up playing a game of keep-away with the
football and I was getting dizzy watching the group in the middle chasing
the ball as it flew back and forth. They finally tired themselves out and
they came back to join us again. They rested only briefly, before they
dragged us adults out into the waters of the Gulf, making sure that we got
totally wet in the process.
We spent the whole afternoon enjoying the sun and the water, and I knew
that the boys would sleep well tonight. The fresh air and exercise always
seem to have that effect on them and I knew this would be no exception. As
the afternoon progressed into evening, the boys announced that they were
hungry and it was time to eat. We quickly collected all of our things,
went back to our rooms, cleaned up and changed, and we made our way to the
restaurant to eat. The boys had taken a quick survey and decided that we
should do Chinese this evening and the desk clerk was very helpful in
directing us to a very good establishment.
As we were sitting there eating, it suddenly struck me that the boys had
probably done this for Andrew's benefit, to help keep him from thinking
about yesterday's experience. Even though Sammy and Andrew were Japanese,
not Chinese, they still liked this cuisine and it was a less obvious choice
than a Japanese restaurant. As I began watching all of the boys, I noticed
that each one of them was making sure to take the time to say or do
something positive to their little brother or do something helpful for him.
Now I was totally convinced that my assumption was correct. I made a
mental note to check with one of the boys later, to verify my suspicions.
On the way out of the restaurant, the boys saw a poster for a free concert
in the park, featuring a collection of local talent. It was slated for
tomorrow evening and they asked if we could all go. We talked it over
quickly and saw no reason why we shouldn't, so we told them that would be
fine. Then we asked them what they wanted to do tonight and they said that
they wouldn't mind just going back to the room and ordering a movie. I
told them that we could all go to my room, they could order the movie, and
we could all watch it together. I invited the O'Haras to join us, but they
said they'd rather select their own movie and view it in their own room. I
told them that I understood and we left it at that.
The boys all piled into my room, checked out the listings for the evening,
and agreed on some action-adventure movie. I set things up for them and
then settled onto the sofa, where I was quickly surrounded and buried
beneath young male bodies. The little ones sat on and beside me, while the
older boys sat on the floor and leaned up against us. Andrew was one of
the ones who found his way onto my lap and he watched the entire movie with
his head resting against my shoulder. When the movie ended, I sent all of
the boys to their rooms to get some sleep.
Cole, Graham, Pat, and Carlos were in the 'sex room' this evening, and I
was pretty sure that Carlos would be trying out some more oral sex.
Dustin, Kevin, Brandon, and Danny were going to share a room and they asked
Sammy and Andrew to join them. I agreed and they all took off. Andrew
spent the night between Brandon and Danny, while Sammy was protectively
tucked between the other pair.
Nick asked if he could stay with Nicky, Jordan, and me this evening, and I
told him he could, so Ricky, Jay, Trey, and Dion had taken up the final
room. I was surprised to see Nick get into bed between my two grandsons,
one wrapped in each of his arms, and they spent the night cuddled together
like that. I believe that, having been an only child, Nick was beginning
to enjoy having all of these others around. For the little ones, he was
becoming a loving big brother/uncle and he enjoyed the others as brothers,
friends, and sexual partners. For the first time in quite a while, I slept
alone, but I was happy that the others were content with their current
situations.
We spent Saturday on the beach again, except this time it was much more
crowded. There were tons of other kids around too and the boys were soon
making new friends and engaging in activities with some of their new
acquaintances. We gave the boys plenty of room to enjoy themselves, only
watching to make sure that no older children or adults approached them in
any threatening way. I was just about ready to pounce on this one guy who
was approaching Nicky, when he noticed his own son (who looked very much
like my grandson) and went to him instead. I realized that this was just a
case of mistaken identity and I relaxed once more.
We ate early that evening, so we could get to the park for the concert. It
turned out that some of the groups were quite good and the various groups
represented quite a spectrum of musical tastes. The first group was a
country group and they performed some of the recent country favorites, plus
a couple of their own pieces. The next group was a rock-oriented group,
but they were eclectic in their tastes, performing pieces by several
well-known groups. The third group basically did blue-grass songs and the
fourth group was a real head-banger rock group. Then we had another
country group, followed by an older group who performed mostly classic rock
and roll. The next group played contemporary pop and the final group was
one of the big name local rock-groups. All in all it was a pretty
enjoyable evening, although I could have survived it better without that
head-banger group. It was getting quite late as we made our way back to
our rooms.
No one really cared about the 'sex room' tonight, so we didn't even make an
assignment. Tomorrow we would be flying back home and this caused quite a
few mixed emotions. There was a lot of fidgeting going on with some of the
boys, as they tried to get to sleep, and in the middle of the night I heard
a knock on the door to my room. I opened it to find Nick.
"Nick, what's the matter? What are you doing up this late?"
"I couldn't sleep very well. Can I stay here with you?"
"Sure, come on in."
I just happened to be sleeping alone again, that was until Nick jumped into
bed with me. Soon he was cuddled up against me, his arm thrown across my
stomach, and his head on my chest. After lying like this for several
minutes, he lifted his head and looked me in the eyes. "You ARE going to
let me come join you at your home when you get back from England, aren't
you?"
"Certainly I am. I'm not going to leave you without a place to go.
Brandon's parents will take good care of you until we return and then we'll
have you fly out and join us."
"Promise that you won't forget."
"I promise, Nick. I could never forget you."
With that, he put his head back on my chest and eventually he fell asleep.
I guess that I never considered that Nick would be insecure, after what he
had been through, but he was just as insecure as any young boy who felt
that he wasn't really loved or wanted. The next morning I made sure that I
reinforced my commitment to him.
I let the boys sleep late Sunday morning and then we went out for brunch.
After brunch we went back to our rooms to pack. We loaded up all of our
things in the van and then said good-bye to the O'Haras and Nick. All of
the boys said their individual farewell to Nick and then he came over and
threw his arms around my waist. I kissed him on the forehead, told him
that we'd see him again in mid-August, and then I hugged him as hard as I
could. The O'Haras said their good-byes to everyone and then they got in
their car to head back to San Antonio. I saw Nick looking out the back
window, tears streaming down his cheeks, waving bravely at us as they
pulled away. My heart was breaking because I couldn't take him with us.
I finally got the others into the van and drove to the airport, where we
turned the van back in and checked in our luggage. Soon we were boarding
our flight to head home for a couple of weeks. This part of our summer was
behind us and now we had to prepare for the next phase.
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