Date: Sun, 17 Dec 2000 10:05:22 EST
From: Bwstories8@aol.com
Subject: The Castaway Hotel-Book 3    chapter 11

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   AUTHOR'S NOTE:
   I wish to apologize for delays in getting the chapters to you.  Over the past
   few weeks, I've learned that my current job would be ending and I've had some
   problems finding another job.  As paying the bills has to take priority right
   now, especially over writing a story that generates no income, I've had to
   act accordingly.  I should be posting chapters on a regular basis again, at
   least for a while, as I used the Thanksgiving holiday to get a head and I
   hope to do the same over Christmas and New Year's.  I appreciate you patience
   with this.

										 Thanks, Bill

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The Castaway Hotel-Book 3-by BW (Young-Friends).  Copyright 2000 by billwstories
Chapter 11 - Some special time at home.            September 2000

Judge Shay was there to meet us at the airport when we arrived.  He had
driven my van to pick us up and he was waiting at the arrival gate when we
strolled into the common area.  'Uncle Steve', as the boys had come to call
him, was warmly greeted by everyone and he followed us to the luggage claim
area, where we retrieved our bags.  Once we had all of our belongings, we
followed him out to the van, loaded everything into it, and we headed 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 he advised me that he would contact the
authorities in Houston, to make sure that things were being adjudicated
appropriately.  He said that he would represent Andrew's interests in this
matter and he would make sure that the offending individual would not be
allowed to accept a plea bargain that didn't include a suitable punishment.
He wanted to make sure that guy could never 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.  She casually informed us to wash up and get ready for
dinner.  I told Steve to call his wife and invite her to join us.  He said
that he thought she might already have dinner started, but he would call
and check.  It just so happened that she was just getting ready to start
their dinner, so she quickly agreed to drive up and join us.  The boys and
I were just coming down from cleaning up when Mrs. Shay pulled into our
driveway.  The boys went out to greet 'Aunt Mary' and they escorted her
into the dining room, as I helped Sally bring the food to the table.

We had a wonderful meal (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 they were getting a kick out of our adventures until
they heard about what happened to Andrew at the Space Center.  Steve
reassured everyone that 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, and the 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 about Andrew, how he
reacted to the incident, and how he's been acting since.  I told her all I
could, stating that I thought he had handled it quite well, and she told me
to keep an eye on him until we were ready to leave and that I should call
her if I noticed anything unusual.  I thanked her and we went on to discuss
other things.

Next, I told them about Mark, our college student waiter, and told them
that he would be coming to work for me next summer.  They all laughed and
said that they had expected that, from the first moment I had mentioned
him.  Then I told them about Nick.  Steve asked me if I was going to bring
the strays home from England too, and I told him that I would try to resist
the temptation.  He also gave me some advice on how to handle the situation
with Nick's parents after he arrived, so I would protect myself legally,
and Sally said that if I needed any help with anything concerning Nick, she
would do whatever she could to help.  I was still filling them in on some
of the fine 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 PM when our guests announced that they would have to leave,
as 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
waved at them as they drove off.

The boys and I went back into the house and I quickly announced that we'd
have to recruit volunteers to do some of the chores that needed to be done.
The six little ones said they'd 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 that we would have once we unpacked.  Pat, Carlos, Trey, and Dion
said that they would take care of that.  The next group would have to help
me with preparing the meals and Danny, Brandon, Dustin, and Kevin said they
would do that.  They had all been spending time with me evenings, allowing
me to teach them the basics about cooking, and 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 that he could help me 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.

I went into the office, to start sorting through the mail, while the boys
set about their tasks.  By the time they had come back downstairs, I had
everything in categories and was ready to join them.  We all went into the
television room, but I told them that 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.  The boys wanted to know who that was, and I
reminded them that that was the older couple we had met on the flight to
Arizona.  It was like I had turned on a light bulb for them and suddenly
they were talking excitedly, wondering what they had to say.  I quickly
read them the three letters.  Mark's first letter was mostly a thank you
for the fun times he had with us and for the invitation to come to our home
the next summer.  The second letter was to ask Danny and Brandon about the
second half of their vacation.  I handed them the letter, they blushed, and
I knew that I wouldn't have to remind them to respond to it.

The Spences' letter also inquired about our vacation and they asked if they
could come visit us some time.  The boys were really quite excited about
their request, as the boys 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.  Soon I saw pairs
cuddling up with each other and the four little ones found their way over
to me.  Cole and Graham sat on each side of Ricky, cuddled up against him,
as I imagine they thought he felt bad that Jay wasn't there.  I don't think
it was so much that Jay wasn't there, as it was that he was the only one
without a partner at that point.  Once he saw that Cole and Graham were
going to stay with him, he was as happy as anyone else there.  We watched
the movie and then we called it a day.

Sammy and Andrew asked to sleep with me, which I had no problem with, while
Jordan and Nicky joined the terrible trio in the old Master bedroom.
Dustin and Kevin switched with them and took the jungle room for the night.
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 think that now he'll 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,
so this would be a surprise to them too.  They had some idea what we would
be doing, but the order and exact details were still a mystery.  I think
that, 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 we were going to do or where we were
going.

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 that the O'Haras were
nice, but kind of boring, but he had found a pool nearby and he told me
there were lots of cute boys who hung out there.  I think that was my
signal that he would do fine until we returned and he was able to rejoin
us.  I know that teenage boys are controlled by their hormones, but Nick
seems to have more than his share of testosterone and I knew that I would
have to have a little chat with him about this when we were together again.

Over the next few weeks 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.  It was the last week before we were to
leave again, when we received our responses.  The first letter came from
Mark, addressed to all of us.  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 here 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 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 courses, so
I'll be more prepared to do my job for you next summer, so don't you worry,
Pop, I'll do a good job for you.  I'm going to ask my advisor to tutor me
on the types of things I'll need to know to work for you.  I'll do a good
job for you, 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 that he would be included in all of our
plans next year.  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 few days 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 we wish to share 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, 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 spend more time with you.  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 that I was going to write and tell them that they
were more than welcome to come see us any time they wished.  The boys told
me to make sure that they stayed at the house.  They could use my room,
downstairs, and the boys would share the old master bedroom with me while
they were here.  I agreed with them and told the boys that I'd jot them a
quick note.  I would invite them for both Thanksgiving and Christmas,
allowing them their choice either time or both.  The boys were happy and
they 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 the money,
to help them remember their trip.

Judge Shay called me a couple of days after that.  He told me that he had
been working with the Houston authorities on Andrew's case and it was now
settled.  As it turned out, the guy had two previous felony convictions for
assaulting young boys.  He had only been out of prison for a few weeks,
having been released after a 2 to 5 year sentence on his last conviction,
and he accepted a plea bargain from the District Attorney's office.  He was
to be sentenced to 15 to 25 years in prison, instead of facing a 25 years
to life sentence if he was convicted as a third-strike felon.  The judge
and the DA were both recommending that he serve the full 25 years, which
would make him fairly old when he got out.  I thanked Steve for all of his
help, told him that I would tell Andrew and the others that the bad man was
locked up, and told Steve that he was a very dear friend for handling that
for us like he did.  He responded that it was his pleasure, making sure the
creep wouldn't be able to get to another kid for a long time, and that he
always took care of family members.  I just smiled at that last comment and
thanked him again, knowing that he had just paid us a very great
compliment.

It was nearly time for us to leave for our trip now, and we were in full
gear trying to make sure that we got everything done in time, without
forgetting anything important.  Steve had agreed to drive us to the airport
again, in fact he 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 insisted that we all go out to eat on our final Saturday night
before we left.  The party started out as being a birthday celebration for
Ricky, whose birthday was 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 their suits.  Steve followed us in his
car, Sally riding with his wife and him in their vehicle, and we went to
dinner.  When we arrived, they were all surprised to learn that I had
reserved the private dining room for us, so we could have a good time and
not disturb the other guests.

We sat down and ordered, and soon the salad, appetizers, and dinner rolls
were being delivered to the table.  We had shrimp cocktails, mozzarella
sticks, and tossed or Caesar salads.  The adults had wine, while the boys
had sodas, and we slowly enjoyed the first course.  Everyone had ordered
their own entrees, so there was a variety of food around the table, but it
was all quite delicious.  We stuffed ourselves and we were quite full, when
a cake was delivered to the table.  Besides having a birthday cake for
Ricky, it appeared that Sally, Mary, and Steve had called ahead and ordered
another cake, this one read, 'Bon Voyage, Curries'.  The waitperson quickly
cut and served the cakes and we all settled down to chat for a while,
enjoying some after-dinner drinks with our dessert.

After we relaxed, Ricky was given his gifts to open, which he rapidly did.
Ricky received a collection of clothing, games, CD's, and special gift from
me, a digital camera he could use on the trip.  He was thrilled with his
little party but still preoccupied with the little surprise they had
planned.  After things quieted down, the boys thanked their 'aunts and
uncle' for the cake, and then set their own surprise in motion.  A few of
the boys excused themselves to go to the men's room, but they came back
carrying more packages.  The boys all stood up and came down to the end of
the table where the adults were seated.  They had arranged this at home
previously, picking their spokesmen to represent them.  Ricky began to
speak first.

"All of us boys decided that we wanted to do something special for you,
seeing all that 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 that we
appreciate all you do and have done for us.  We all chipped in some of our
own money to buy each of you a present."

"Before you say anything," Dustin continued from where Ricky left off, "we
know that you're going to tell us that we didn't need to do this.  We know
that, but we wanted to 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," Graham stated, "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 that you'd really like."

"It wasn't an easy choice," Dion told them, "but Dad helped us get what we
wanted."

"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 wanted 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 had spent a
few hundred dollars on each of them.  These were not cheap costume jewelry
sets and the women realized that immediately.

"Boys, you shouldn't have spent so much money on these," Mrs. Shay told
them.

"She's right," Sally added.  "These must have cost quite a bit of your
savings.

"But it's still not enough to repay you for all you've done and what you
mean to us," Trey countered.

At that moment, Steve finished unwrapping his present, two nice dress
shirts with French cuffs, and a very sharp looking pair of cuff links to go
with them.

"You boys shouldn't have done so much," Steve quickly added.

"But 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," Mrs. Shay told them, "and your
presents are just lovely."

"Yes," Sally continued, "they're absolutely beautiful."

"And I'll wear these to court," Judge Shay advised them, "making 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 are certainly something special," Mary told them.

"Yes, and every time I hear people bad mouthing youth, I just use you boys
as an example of how great kids your age can be.  You might not know this,
but I have your last family portrait hanging on the wall in my chamber and
I use it to tell people 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."

We all had a good chuckle over that and the ladies quickly tried on their
new possessions.  The boys were quite pleased to see them do this and they
urged both women to go to the ladies' room and look at themselves in the
mirror.  The women did, and then they came back to tell the boys that the
jewelry looked even better on than it had looked coming out of the box.
The boys were very pleased at this and they 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 were enjoying this all too
infrequent time together with them.  I made some coffee and the other
adults came out to the dining room to join me for a cup.  The boys went up
to get out of their suits at this point, giving the adults some time alone.
It was then that my peers wanted to know if I set this whole thing up.

"No, actually it was all their idea.  I did help them select the gifts, but
they told me what they wanted to buy and how much they were willing to
spend.  They each put in $100, out of their own money, to do this for you.
It was very, very important to them, so I did nothing to discourage their
generosity."

"You shouldn't have let them spend that much money, Josh," Steve scolded
me.

"This was all their idea and they really wanted to do something special for
you.  They knew it would be hard for us to take these kinds of trips
without people like you back home supporting us.  They 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 agreed 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 that they realized how much you were contributing to 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 for how much that is.  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, 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 satisfied that they understood what
they were doing."

When the boys returned, the three adults thanked them again, adding 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 that it's
important and rewarding to do something nice for others.  I knew the warm
feeling that they enjoyed from this evening's generosity would stay with
them for quite a while to come.

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, making sure they had the things they would need.  Once they
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 new to add, seeing we had new toothbrushes, etc., for
the trip.  The boys took their showers, came back down to the TV room to
join me, and we talked a little before we went to bed.  I reminded them
that this flight would be longer than their previous flight, as the flight
over would take about 7.5 hours.  I also told them that there 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 we ate breakfast at home, and later we'd go out for lunch.  We'd
leave for the airpoort shortly after noon.  We'd pick Steve up at the
courthouse 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, the boys were a little more
nervous about flying this time, but the excitement about seeing another
country effectively negated that problem.  We ate breakfast at home,
cleaned everything up, and later we went out for lunch.  In fact, I called
Steve ahead of time and had him join us for lunch, so we could leave
directly from the restaurant.  No one was talking much, as they didn't know
what else to say, and we were soon finished and on our way.

Most of our trips to the airport had been during early morning hours, but
this one was later, so the boys could see the things we passed.  There was
some discussion about different things along the way, until they could see
the planes taking off and descending in the distance.  The closer we got to
the airport, the less talkative the boys became.  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 we said good-bye to 'Uncle Steve'.  All of the boys gave him a hug,
even the older ones, and he told us to have a good time.  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 called.  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, ready to fly out with us.  The other two were flying from
locations closer to their own homes and we would meet them in England.  The
boys were now talking to the others, until our flight was called.  We made
our way onboard, took our seats, and waited for things 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 when the
jet's engines began to roar and we lurched forward, ready to take to the
air.

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