Date: Sat, 4 Sep 2004 18:11:10 EDT
From: Bwstories8@aol.com
Subject: The Castaway Hotel-book 8, chapter 9

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The Castaway Hotel-Book 8-by BW (Young-Friends).  Copyright 2004 by billwstories
Chapter 9 - Living with our decisions.            March 2004

April began with Nick's return home and I think everyone was glad to see
him back.  Jake went to pick Shannon up from college on Friday night, so he
could be there when Nick returned, and then all of us went to pick him up
at the airport.  This had not been an easy decision to allow Shannon to
come home for this weekend, however, as father and son disagreed about
whether this relationship should continue.  They had more than a few tense
conversations about Nick's wandering eye and unfaithfulness, which caused
an incredible tension about this pairing.  Having read Nick's emails, Jake
wasn't thrilled about his son being involved with him, although Shannon was
a little more accepting of Nick's proclivity to play the field.  Shannon
obviously loved Nick and was willing to accept his more liberal moral views
on commitment, but Jake was much more conservative, traditional and even
old-fashion in how he looked at a relationship, and he felt that such a
commitment was a pairing for life and should be monogamous.  I was
beginning to wonder how this difference in perception was going to resolve
itself or who was going to give in first.

The minute Nick came into view, Shannon went running toward him and gave
him the warmest welcome home, even under Jake's uncertain glare.  Although
their affection was limited to hugs and words at that point, he and Nick
did manage a very passionate kiss, once they were out of sight of the
majority of the public.  I think even the other boys realized that Jake's
intense glare had nothing to do with his liking or disliking Nick, but more
about Nick's promiscuity and his concerns that Nick might inadvertently
transmit an STD (Sexually Transmitted Disease) or worse to his son.
Therefore, taking a precautionary stance, Jake and I had warned Shannon
that he and Nick were not to be intimate until after Nick had been checked
out by a doctor, and Shannon had agreed to honor that request.  That did
not put our minds totally at ease though, because we both felt Nick might
try to pressure Shannon into giving in to his demands, once they were
alone.

After we got to the house, I told Nick to sort out the things he might want
to show people from his trip, as I had a welcome home party planned for the
next afternoon.  Once the extended family was here, we'd have a big dinner
and then he could show everyone the things he wanted them to see at one
time.  Nick thought that was a great idea and he thanked me for doing that
for him.  Once things began to settle down, he and Shannon started to head
up to their room, so he could unpack and Shannon could help him get his
stuff ready for the party.

I told Shannon to go ahead and Nick would be up shortly, as I had a few
things to discuss with Nick before he disappeared.  Shannon didn't seem
happy about that, but he left us alone, and once he was gone, I handed Nick
some mail that had come for him during the past month.  Excitedly, he began
opening the letters, but I knew there would be some discussion about a few
of them, once they had been opened.  Finally, he looked up at me and spoke.

"I got accepted to two of the three colleges I applied to," he told me.  I
was a little relieved, as I wasn't sure whether those letters had been
acceptance or rejection notices.

"That's good," I told him, trying to stay positive for him.  "Do you know
which one you want to attend then, or what you might major in?"

"I'm not sure about my major.  I guess I'll start off taking all those
required courses, but I'll probably end up doing something with computers.
I was thinking about maybe taking a minor in music too, so I could keep up
on my guitar and singing.  I want to improve enough to be in a band, so I
can make some extra money performing, when I need it.  I played a lot with
one of my host brothers, because he played guitar too.  He taught me some
songs from down there and I taught him some songs he didn't know, and we
had a great time doing that."

"That's very interesting," I told him.  "How much do your parents know
about what you want to do?"

"I discussed my college plans with my parents last summer, before I started
to apply, but I wasn't sure what I wanted to do then.  That was when I
decided I was going to go to college close to home, though, but I bet you
must have guessed that already, after seeing what colleges these letters
were from."

"Yes, I did notice the return addresses, but I remember you telling me that
you might go to school closer to your parents' home," I conceded.
"Wherever you want to go is up to you, as I always leave those types of
decisions to you boys.  I don't try to influence any of you, but I'm here
if you want to talk things over or want my input.  It just happened that
most of them wanted to stay fairly close to home, so they could even come
back here for the shorter holidays."

"I know and I'm going to miss that," Nick acknowledged.

"You will be able to spend the holidays with your parents, though, and I'm
sure they'll appreciate that," I advised him.

"I know they will.  They've already told me so, but I'll miss being here
with all of you and Shannon."  I could see the disappointment in his face
and I knew he realized Shannon probably wouldn't be allowed to go there for
the holidays.  I made a mental note to talk to Jake about letting Shannon
go be with Nick for some of that time at least.

"Well, that's still months away," I consoled him, "so let's not worry about
that yet.  So, where have you decided to go?"  I wanted to get back to
which of the three colleges he had picked.

"Well, Oklahoma turned me down, but I was accepted by Oklahoma State and
Northern Oklahoma.  I think I want to go to Oklahoma State, though."  He
looked at me and his expression told me he might be seeking my approval
about that.

"I think that's an excellent choice," I advised him, hoping that would
help.  However, our discussion also made me realize there was someone else
I had to talk to about his college plans.  I couldn't do that right now,
because I had more to discuss with Nick first.

At this point, I asked Nick to call home and talk to his parents.  This was
not only for him to check in and let his parents know he was doing well,
but also to see if he could make some changes in the dates for visiting
them this summer.  Although it was late to make such a request of his
parents, I had discovered the vacation I wanted to take the boys on this
year had to be done in June, though I wouldn't divulge what the plans were
or why it had to be done then.  Instead, I asked him to check with his
parents to see if they'd mind changing his visit from June to July or
August, to fit in with our other plans.

After making sure Nick did as I asked, I called Brandon at college and
asked him to do the same thing, if he wanted to go on vacation with us this
summer.  If it weren't possible for the boys to change their visitation
dates with their parents, then they'd just have to miss going with us this
year, although I didn't really want that to happen.  After hearing both
boys' reactions to my suggestion and the reasons behind it, I knew their
parents would be up for a battle, though I hoped it wouldn't come to that.

Nick was kind of moody that night, and I assumed it was because Shannon had
told him no sex until the test results were back, but I had also discussed
all that with him before he came home.  Maybe he hadn't taken me seriously,
so I decided maybe it was best I confront him about it.

"Hey, Nick, you don't look as happy as you did earlier," I told him.  "Is
something wrong?"  He looked at me, not immediately responding to my
question.

"Yeah, kind of," he offered, though not very enthusiastically.  He had a
long face, and I knew something was bothering him.

"What's up, Bud?" I asked him.

"Shannon and I had sort of a disagreement," he offered, dejectedly.

"Over sex?" I asked, trying to pin him down.

"You might say that," he responded, as if he were trying to avoid my
interrogation, as much as possible.

"Well, if you're trying to get him to have sex with you, I warned you that
wasn't going to happen until after we've received your test results back."

"But what's the harm, if we use protection?" he asked.

"The harm is," I replied, "that no protection is one hundred percent safe.
I told you before you went to Brazil that sexually transmitted diseases and
AIDS are much more prevalent and rampant there, than in the States, and
with the amount of sex you had while you were gone, we just need to be
certain first."

"But, Pop, I was careful," he whined.  "I did everything you told me to
do."

"ALL of the time?" I countered.  He looked defeated.

"Most of the time," he finally answered.

"I know and that's the problem," I informed him.  "So, until we are sure
you picked nothing up during your travels, nothing sexual is to happen."
He started to say something, but thought better of it and started to walk
away, but then he stopped and turned back toward me.  "By the way, my mom
and dad said it would probably be best if I came home in the middle of July
and stayed until the middle of August.  Those times would work out even
better for them and then I'll be able to head directly to college from
there."  Without waiting for my response, he turned around and walked away.

I talked things over with Jake later, because I knew he was beside himself
with concern for Shannon, and I let him know that both boys understood and
had agreed to the sexual restrictions.  Nick's appointment was for Monday,
and we should have his test results back by the following weekend, so they
only had to abstain from sex and remain celibate for one week.  I told Jake
I thought both boys could handle that and he seemed somewhat relieved by
that information.

Shannon and Nick went to bed together later that evening, because they had
decided they still wanted to be close and snuggle, even though they
couldn't have sex.  However, as they were getting into bed, they discovered
something was wrong.  "What the hell!" Nick exclaimed, as he slid in
between the sheets.

"There's something on the sheets," Shannon told him, as he too had
discovered the problem.

"What is it and how did it get there?" Nick wanted to know.

"It feels like sand," Shannon told him, "but I'd bet it's sugar or salt,"
he added, tasting a small sample.  "Yep, it's salt," he concluded, spitting
slightly, to get the taste out of his mouth.

"How did salt get on our sheets?" Nick asked, incredulous.

"I think our prankster has struck again," Shannon replied.

"But Ricky's away at college," Nick countered, thinking that would negate
his conclusion.

"No, someone else has been doing things too," Shannon explained, "though we
can't figure out who it is.  He seems to be trying to duplicate or outdo
Ricky now."

"You're shitting me," Nick responded, rather crudely.

"Nope, and it looks like you've been targeted, which put me in the line of
fire too," Shannon added, amused yet slightly annoyed.

"We'll investigate tomorrow and find out who did this," Nick told Shannon,
but let's change the sheets now, so we can get some sleep."  Shannon
agreed, so Nick headed out to the linen closet in the hall, to get a new
set of sheets.  While Nick was going for the replacements, Shannon
carefully removed their old sheets, to keep the salt from going all over
the place.

"SHIT!" Shannon heard Nick yell out in the hall, so he went running out to
see what was up.  There was Nick standing with the linen closet door open
and stacks of sheets, pillowcases, towels and washcloths covering the floor
in front of it.

"What happened?" Shannon asked him, confused about what had caused this
mess.

"I guess the bastard struck again!" Nick advised Shannon, while the rest of
the boys began to emerge from their rooms and gather around them.  They had
come out to see what all the talking and commotion was about.

"What did you do?" Dion asked Nick.

"I didn't DO anything," Nick screamed back.  "Someone did this TO me," he
added, sounding pissed.

"What do you mean?" Sammy asked him.

"Someone salted down our sheets," Nick explained, sounding extremely
irritated, "and when I came out to get sheets to change the bed, this
happened."  Now, everyone began to look more closely at what exactly had
taken place.

"It looks like you were set up," Trey acknowledged, which drew a very harsh
glare from Nick.

"No shit, Shakespeare," he quipped, still shooting Trey a harsh look.  By
that point, I'd arrived in the hallway to join them, as I'd heard the loud
conversation going on and I thought I should see what was up.  I caught
most of this latest exchange as I reached the top of the stairs.

"It appears that someone went to a great deal of trouble," I announced,
after looking over the situation.  That got all the boys looking at me, so
I thought I'd explain.

"It looks as if our prankster put plastic under the items on each shelf," I
explained, "and then tied a string through the plastic, before securing the
other end of the string to the doorknob.  That way, when the door was
opened, it pulled the plastic and sheets forward, dumping everything onto
the floor."  The boys all studied the linen closet, to confirm what I had
just told them.

"Damn, who would have done that?" Andrew asked, innocently.

"Yeah, that would have been a lot of work," Graham concluded, as if that
would have deterred our newest prankster.

"I'd say the jokester doesn't mind a little hard work," I confirmed, "as
long as he gets his target.  So, that would probably exclude all of you," I
added, drawing hurt looks and comments from the others.

"Hey, we're not lazy," Sammy shot back, insulted.

"Yeah, but dad's right," Cole countered.  "How many of us would have taken
all that time and done all that work just to pull a stunt like that?"

"True," Trey agreed, "but someone did."

"Yeah, but who?" Nick asked, summing up the same thought everyone else had
in their minds - that is everyone except the guilty party.

The boys helped pick up the mess, folding the items and putting them back
into the linen closet before they went back to their rooms.  Nick and
Shannon took the sheets to remake their bed as they headed off, but I made
sure I thanked each of the boys for their help.  As they walked away, I
also listened to their various comments about having to find out who was
doing all this, but I had to admit, I was really confused too.

'WHO could be pulling all these practical jokes?' I wondered to myself.
Although everyone fit part of the profile of the type of person who might
do this, I couldn't think of anyone who would match all the attributes our
new trickster should have.  This was truly a conundrum.

On Sunday, we all went to church, and it happened to be Palm Sunday,
celebrating Jesus' joyous entry into Jerusalem.  This meant it would
probably be a longer than normal service, and even though this Sunday
marked a jubilant religious event, it also reminded us that this coming
Friday would be Good Friday, the day Christ was crucified, and next Sunday
would be Easter, the day he rose from the dead.  In fact, this year
Passover would begin on Tuesday, making the Jewish and Christian holidays
overlap, which didn't always happen.  The week between Palm Sunday and
Easter is always a very important week for us, but even more so, with
Nick's return.

After church, we all rushed back home to get ready for Nick's party.  We
were having a luncheon gathering, so Jake and I were busy fixing the meal,
with a few of the boys giving us a hand.  Nick was setting up in the rec
room with all the things he wanted to show us, and Shannon was giving him a
hand.  Some of the other boys were cleaning up the house or setting the
tables, as we had much of the extended family coming to join us.

When our guests started to arrive, they first welcomed Nick back and asked
him if he'd had a good time.  He kept his answers short and sweet, and then
told whomever he was chatting with that he'd show and tell them more about
his trip later, which I think piqued everyone's interest and curiosity.
After that, we just sat around and talked until everyone arrived, and then
we sat down to eat.

Except for the fact that the meal wasn't as elaborate, it almost began to
look like Thanksgiving or Christmas dinner, with most of our loved ones in
attendance.  Of course, many of our college boys were missing, as they were
either busy or we didn't feel we had time to round them up and bring them
back just for the weekend.  We had made the exception for Shannon, because
of his closeness to Nick, but we felt the others could get caught up with
Nick in May, as they'd be home for the summer in a little over a month.

After the meal we went back to the rec room, where Nick had everything set
up.  Once everyone made himself comfortable, he started showing the first
video from his trip.  This one showed him meeting his host family, and I
think we all could see why he was so taken with his host brothers, and then
he gave us a little tour of their home.  It was quite nice, though nothing
like our sprawling abode, and when he showed us his room, all I could think
was that bed had never or would never see that much action again.

Once the tour of the home ended, the video took us around the school Nick
attended in Brazil and, of course, he highlighted some of the students as
well.  Needless to say, there happened to be a large collection of handsome
young men speaking to the camera in Portuguese or broken English, and I was
glad most people couldn't understand what they were saying.  Even those
speaking broken English were difficult to understand and the boys were
making comments of their own, so I don't think anyone ever heard or
understood the personal comments these boys had made to Nick.

The end of that tape contained a variety of other things, ranging from more
of the host family, school activities, a football (soccer) match, and the
trips to Sao Paulo, Brasilia and Rio with his parents.  We got to see all
the things he saw, including a great view from when they went to see the
Statue of Christ the Redeemer.  All in all, we got a good look at some
really awesome sights and Nick managed to tell us what he felt were the
important facts about everything we saw, although I think we all suspected
there were also things he was withholding from us.  When the tape ended, we
took a short stretch break, to use the toilets or get drinks, and then we
came back to watch the tape containing the scenes from his most recent
trips.

The second tape started out with Nick's trip to Rio for Carnival.  He was
right, it was one gigantic party, and we saw all kinds of bands and
elaborately or scantily clad people dancing in these huge parades.  In
addition to these nighttime activities, Nick had also taken some pictures
during his trips to the beaches, and we got to see a lot of flesh too.  The
guys wore mostly Speedos and the gals were predominantly clad in skimpy
bikinis, so there was more than enough to appeal to everyone; gay,
straight, bi, male or female alike.  Even Mrs. Spence made a few comments
about some of the guys who moved across the screen, which caused her
husband to playfully remind her about her age.  However, she wasn't about
to let her husband's comment slide and it just provoked her to make her own
response.  "I'm old, not dead," she shot back, which elicited a hearty
chuckle from the rest of us.

The rest of this tape was from Nick's trips on the Amazon and to the Iguacu
Falls.  Both trips were interesting, especially some of the things you
wouldn't exactly see on the Travel or Discovery Channels.  We got a good
look at the floating market, his stay with the Caboclos in their stilt
houses at the river village, and his impromptu trip to the Indian village.
He also managed to get a lot of shots of naked people; old, young, male and
female, which vividly illustrated the things he had mentioned to us about
the natives in his emails.

The tape also contained a lot of nature type shots, which kind of surprised
me about Nick, and we got to see the colorful birds and butterflies,
lizards and reptiles from the jungle trip and the dolphins and piranha from
the river.  There were also some great shots from the falls, and I was
impressed with Nick's eye for capturing those interesting aspects of his
travels.

Once the videos ended, Nick passed around some of the souvenirs he had
brought back with him, including his mounted piranha.  Damn, their teeth
aren't very big, but there are multiple rows of them and they are very
sharp.  I'd really hate to find myself attacked by a group of them.  That
would be an agonizing and frightening ordeal and a very slow way to die.

After that, Nick answered the myriad of questions everyone wanted to ask
him about his trip, and he fielded them like a pro.  He was very
descriptive, gave just enough information to satisfy the person asking the
question, and you could tell how enthusiastic he was and how much he had
enjoyed his time there.  The entire family was very interested in what he
had to tell them, which I could tell really pleased Nick, and by the time
it ended, it had been a fun afternoon.

Once our visitors had gone home, I pulled Nick aside, because I needed to
discuss something else with him.  "I don't know if you remembered this," I
reminded him, "but your doctor's appointment is tomorrow afternoon."

"No, I kind of forgot about that," he told me, while looking very unhappy
about the fact I was still making him go.  "You know, I really don't need
to be tested, Pop.  Honest."  He was looking hopeful that I might give in
and drop my request.

"Maybe not, but I'd rather be sure," I told him, causing his smile to
disappear and his body posture to slump again, signaling his defeated
attitude.

"I know I promised to do this, so I will," he let me know, so I didn't have
to continue trying to persuade him about going through with it.  Besides,
he knew he wouldn't be having anny sex until his test results came back
negative.

Once Nick and I had finished up, I went off to find Trey.  I had remembered
yesterday that I still needed to talk to him about his college plans, but
this was the first opportunity I'd had to do it, since that time.  Trey had
been accepted to three colleges, The University of Pittsburgh, Penn State
University and Villanova, and now it was time for me to find out which one
he had decided to attend.  I also wanted to know if he'd settled on a major
too, as he was still undecided the last time we spoke about this.  After
taking him back to my room, we sat down and began to hash this out.

"Trey, have you figured out which university you're going to attend or what
you're going to take," I asked him directly.  "You're the last one to get
this settled."

"Yeah, I know, but I think I've figured it out.  I picked the colleges I
applied to so I wouldn't be too far away from Dion, so I've decided I'm
going to go to Villanova," he explained.  "I thought that way I'd have
Kevin and Vinnie close by too, just in case I got too lonely.  It would
also make it easier to get back and forth."  I knew he wasn't aware that I
had told Kevin that he and Vinnie could get an apartment the following year
and I'd let Kevin have a car to get around with, but I'm sure the other
pair wouldn't mind including Trey in those plans.  They could get a
two-bedroom apartment now, and that's one group Jake and I wouldn't have to
pick up and drop off any longer.  This may work out better than even I
could have planned.

"That sounds fine," I advised him, "but have you also decided on what
you're going to take?"

"Yeah, I think so," he told me.  "I really wanted to do something with my
writing, like writing movie scripts or plays and then maybe even directing
them too, so I'm going to major in English and do a minor in theater."  I
found that interesting, but not totally unexpected.

"Okay, I can understand that, but why did you decide to major in English
and at Villanova?" I wanted to know.

"Well, I figured that way I could also get certified to teach English," he
explained, "so if my writing doesn't work out, then I can always teach and
help other kids who have the same dreams I do."  I not only thought his
rationale was admirable, but it was also a good strategy to have a back-up
plan.

"That sounds great, Trey.  I'm glad you've ironed out your problems and
have worked out all the details of what you want to do."  He smiled and
thanked me for my concern and help, and then I let him go, knowing there
were other things I still needed to attend to.

The reason I had scheduled Nick's doctor's appointment for this week was
not only because he had just gotten back, but school was also on spring
break for the entire week.  The vacation was scheduled this way primarily
to give the students a chance to observe their religious beliefs without
having to miss any school, as Passover began during the week and Good
Friday and Easter came at the end of the same week.  It also meant that no
one had to go to bed by any certain time or get up early, either, so it was
a good time to schedule other activities.  Of course, I would be going in
to work for some of the day, but even I would not work the whole day and
I'd be able to enjoy some extra time off.

The next morning, I woke up early and went in at my usual time, but I was
planning to come back home shortly after lunch.  There wasn't much going on
and I was just taking care of some routine matters, as well as putting the
finishing touches on the next year's budget.  A few minutes after 1:00 I
headed home, stopping to pick up the mail on the way.  I was pleased to see
I had a letter from Frank and I couldn't wait to open it to see what he had
to say.


Dad,

Basic training isn't easy, but I am kind of enjoying it.  There are some
things I don't like, such as we get up really early, they don't let us stay
up very late, and the food is nothing to brag about, but I'm enjoying the
physical training.  We run a mile and do our calisthenics before breakfast
and we march almost everywhere we go, so I'm really in good shape.  The
part I don't care much for is having to go through the inspections.

So far we haven't done very much, except learning about the differences
between civilian and military life and listening to the DI's, that's short
for drill instructors, scream at us and tell us how pathetic we are.  I
guess it used to be worse, at least that's what I heard listening to some
of the DI's tell us about when they went through basic training, but it is
all so negative.

Our real training begins next week, when we start weapons instruction with
the M-16A2 and bayonet training.  After that we do our NBC training, that
stands for nuclear, biological and chemical warfare.  Even though it sounds
pretty interesting, I bet it's not, except that I talked to another trainee
who's in the later part of his basic training, and he said we have to go in
a building and get tear-gassed, so we can see what it's like.  I'm not so
sure I'll like that.

Anyway, we do get a little time off on the weekends, usually Saturday night
and most of Sunday.  There are some places to go and things to do, but I'm
still learning my way around, so I haven't found them all yet.  We do have
a day room, with ping-pong and pool tables in it, and it even has a piano,
for those who know how to play.  There are some movie theaters on post and
there are also enlisted men's clubs where we can go, but I end up spending
a lot of time around the barracks too.  It seems there's always something
to do, like straightening my locker, shining boots, polishing brass and all
that good stuff.

Well, I think I've told you everything I can, but I'll send you another
letter next week.  Tell all my brothers I said hi and to talk to me first,
if they ever think about enlisting.  Love you all.

Frank


It definitely felt good hearing from Frank, and I will write him a letter
immediately, seeing his return address gives me a piece of information I
didn't have beforehand.  I don't think Frankie is regretting his decision
about going into the military, but I think he's found it a little different
than he was expecting.  However, knowing him, he'll stick it out and do his
best.  The only disappointment I might have is that if he is just sticking
it out, I'd be willing to wager he's doing it more so he doesn't disappoint
me or anyone else, rather than for himself.  He still has this deep feeling
that he still has to prove himself or make up for his past mistakes, and
sometimes that's his motivating factor.

I sat down and wrote back to him, telling him as much as I could think of,
including Nick's return home, but there wasn't an awful lot to write about.
>From my own experience though, I know it's nice just to hear from anyone
about anything when you're apart, so I told him whatever I could think of.
When I finished the letter, I put it in an envelope, affixed a stamp, and
put it on the small end table in the foyer, so I'd remember to mail it
later.

I happened to turn around and look up at the clock and noticed it was
getting close to time for Nick's appointment.  Not wanted to be late, I
called up to him and told him to come down within a few minutes, so we
could leave.  He did as I asked, though not looking overly enthused about
it, and we were on our way.  I guess this was his day of reckoning.

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scrolling down to "BW".  This will give you the links for everything I have
posted there.

I also love to hear from my readers and get their reaction to my stories.
If you don't mind, please share whatever information you feel comfortable
with, because it helps knowing my readers better when I decide what to
write or how to gear it.  Please email me at bwstories8@aol.com and let me
know what you thought, so I can do even better in the future.  Thanks,
Bill.