Date: Fri, 5 Nov 2004 10:54:19 EST
From: Bwstories8@aol.com
Subject: The Castaway Hotel-book 9, chapter 1

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sexually transmitted diseases by using condoms when having intercourse.

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The Castaway Hotel-Book 9-by BW (Yng-Frnds).      Copyright 2004 by billwstories
Chapter 1 - The accident.                         July 2004

Jesse's words momentarily stunned me into inaction.  "Aaaandooo huuuurt,"
he had choked out.  After I got over my initial shock of hearing him speak,
I finally I returned to my senses.

"What happened?  Where is he?" I blurted out, not sure if I expected Jesse
to answer me using words again.  However, he was smarter than I was at that
point and he used his familiar hand signals to explain that whatever
happened had taken place on their bike ride.  Not sure how badly Andrew had
been inured, I asked him to lead me to where Andrew was.  He pointed at the
Yukon, to let me know that the accident happened some distance from the
house, and then he pointed in the direction he wanted me to go.  We started
out, with Jesse motioning when I should turn, until he finally signaled for
me to stop.  We were along the spot I had pointed out to them on our first
bike ride together, where the road runs along the upper edge of a
ravine. Jesse pointed energetically toward that area, letting me know
that's where Andrew was.  As I put the vehicle into park and turned on the
4-way flashers, I grabbed my cell phone and asked Jesse what happened.  He
pantomimed that Andrew had somehow lost control of his bike and tumbled
over the restraining barrier, before somersaulting down the slope.

I got out and looked down the embankment.  I could see Andrew's still form
lying near the bottom.  I quickly climbed over the guardrail and slid down
the hillside, trying to reach my injured son.  When I was finally by his
side, I could see that he was unconscious and possibly had a broken leg,
because it was extending from his body at an odd angle.  I quickly dialed
911 to summon help, excitedly telling the operator where we were and what
we needed.  She responded that help was on the way, so I thanked her, but
she didn't want me to hang up until the ambulance arrived.  I looked at my
son and made sure I could still see his chest rising and falling with each
breath, before I assured her I would hang on.  Silently, I thanked God that
Andrew had been wearing his bike helmet, because I was convinced he might
not still be alive, had he not been using it.

The ambulance arrived a few minutes later and I informed the '911'
dispatcher of that, before I hung up.  The emergency personnel had a tough
time scrambling down the hillside, but they managed to bring down a
backboard, their medical kits and all kinds of restraining devices.  After
checking Andrew's pulse and making sure he was breathing adequately, they
slipped a brace around his neck, just in case there was any serious damage
to it.  After that, they put an air splint on his broken leg.

After he was mobilized, the rescue team hauled him out of the ravine, using
several ropes to pull the backboard up the hillside. I crawled up the slope
on one side of Andrew's still form, in an attempt to make sure nothing else
happened to him, while one of the EMTs did the same on the other side.
Once Andrew's battered frame reached the top, his backboard was attached to
the gurney, strapped down and placed in the ambulance.  Once the gurney was
secured, the ambulance sped off toward the hospital.  I got in the Yukon
with Jesse and we followed closely behind, never letting the flashing
lights get out of sight, until we reached the emergency room.

I hurriedly parked my SUV, and then Jesse and I jumped out and raced toward
the door to enter.  By the time we reached that point, the ambulance crew
had already taken Andrew inside, but through another entrance.  I went up
to the front desk and explained who I was, but the lady on duty told me
we'd have to fill out some forms first, while the doctors examined my son
and ran some tests on him.  Needless to say, I was not happy about this and
quickly became more than slightly irritated, because I wanted to be in
there with my son.  However, the woman insisted I wouldn't be allowed to
see Andrew until after the doctors had finished examining him, so I began
to relent.  I was still somewhat upset about not being able to be with him,
but I controlled myself well enough to give her the information she needed.
Once we were done, I still wasn't allowed to go in with Andrew, and Jesse
and I were told to wait in the reception area, until they came to get us.

Jesse and I went to the waiting area and got comfortable, trying to pass
the time until we were summoned.  We were both really worried about Andrew,
but it was obvious to see how tense Jesse was about all of this.  He looked
tighter than a rubber band that had been twisted as far as it could go, to
propel a toy car or plane.  Whenever anyone entered or exited the area
through the automatic double doors leading back to the examination rooms,
both of us would look up, hoping it was someone bringing us news or coming
to get us, but Jesse would almost leap up as well.  At one point, I even
thought Jesse was going to try to speak to the receptionist, so he could
ask about Andrew condition and how much longer we'd have to wait, but that
never happened.  I tried to do all I could to reassure him, but nothing
seemed to help.  I held him, cuddled with him and constantly told him that
Andrew would be fine, even though I had my own set of doubts to contend
with.

After a lengthy wait, a nurse finally came out to summon me, explaining
that I could go back to see Andrew and talk to the doctors now.  Jesse got
up to follow me, and I was immediately informed that he would not be able
to go back to the examination room with us.  I tried to explain the
connection between the two boys and how Jesse had uttered his first words
in years in order to let me know Andrew had been injured, so I felt it
would be best for both boys if they were allowed to be together.  That news
didn't seem to impress the nurse or set well with her, and she made it
clear she wasn't about to budge on her stance.  I didn't give up, however,
and I finally convinced her to go back and check with the doctor first, to
see what he had to say.  She wasn't happy about having to do that, but when
she returned, she told me the doctor had agreed to make an exception in
this case.  She informed us that the doctor thought Jesse's presence would
do no harm, but it might do some good, so he would allow it.  Anxiously, we
followed her to the examination room and when we reached it, she opened the
door for us and we stepped inside.

There were three doctors in the room, the emergency room doctor, an
orthopedist (who would set Andrew's broken leg), and a neurologist (who was
trying to make sure Andrew hadn't suffered any brain damage because of the
fall).  After letting Jesse sit by Andrew's side and hold his hand, the
doctors apprised me about what they had discovered.  Andrew did have a
broken leg, which the orthopedist said wasn't that big of a deal and would
heal in six to eight weeks.  Next, I pressed them about any other injuries
Andrew might have sustained, and the neurologist told me there was some
swelling around the brain, caused by his brain being bounced around inside
his skull as he tumbled down the hillside.  The physician explained that
this damage would have been more severe, and possibly even fatal, had
Andrew not been wearing a helmet.  The doctor went on to explain that he
was treating the swelling with drugs, pumped intravenously into Andrew's
body, and those drugs seemed to be having some positive effect.  He also
informed me that the brain swelling was the mostly likely cause for Andrew
remaining unconscious, but he did offer some encouragement.  He told me
that Andrew should regain consciousness again, once the swelling had gone
down.  He stated he was very optimistic about Andrew's chances for a full
recovery, which came as a relief to me, and then he also let me know he was
going to be leaving shortly, but he'd return in about an hour or so, to see
how Andrew was doing.  I thanked all of them for their help and then they
left the room.

As I sat next to Andrew, I focused upon Jesse, watching him as he fussed
over his brother and closest friend.  Thinking back over all that had
happened, I realized how much of an effort it must have taken for Jesse to
utter those few words, just to let me know that Andrew was in trouble.
Jesse's concern for his big brother had overcome his years of not speaking,
which had been brought about by another traumatic event, when he witnessed
his father's death.  At least now, I knew his lack of speech wasn't tied to
any physical impairment, although I still realized it would take a great
deal of continued effort on his part, if he were to ever be able to speak
normally again.  I was deep in my thoughts, considering all these
variables, when I was distracted and shocked out of my reverie.  I guess
during my reverie, I hadn't noticed that Jesse must have been trying to get
my attention, and when he couldn't do so, he spoke again.

"A...a...an...dooo o...o...k?" he choked out, with some difficulty.  I
noted the concern etched on his face when I looked at him.

"The doctors say he will be fine," I told him, forcing a smile onto my
face, in an effort to help reassure him completely.  He returned my smile
with a lovely grin of his own, but I could tell he was still worried,
nonetheless.  That's when I decided I should say something more.

"Jesse, he'll probably be home in a few days, but I know Andrew will try to
get better even faster, once he hears you started speaking just to save
him."  This remark elicited an even broader smile from Jesse and I could
tell he was trying to say something else.

"G...g...g...ood," he finally managed to get out, before he turned back to
face the unconscious form on the bed next to us.

As I sat watching Jesse continue to fawn over Andrew, I realized there were
things I was supposed to be doing to protect Sammy too.  He was scheduled
to meet those boys tomorrow, when they were going to force him to have
intercourse with that girl, and I promised him I'd do everything within my
power to get him out of that jam.  The thing was, I'd been lax in
fulfilling that obligation, because of what had happened to Andrew.  I
explained to Jesse that I needed to step out briefly, so I could use a
phone to call Jake and let him know what we'd found out about Andrew.  I
also wanted to ask him if he'd be willing to come down and sit with Andrew
and Jesse for a while, so I could take care of other things.  He didn't
even hesitate before agreeing, and he informed me he'd be here shortly.  I
thanked him several times for doing this for me, and then I went back to
sit beside Andrew, although my attention was split between him and what I
was going to do to help Sammy.

I hadn't had an opportunity to determine what approach I was going to take
to get Sammy out of this fix, but a couple of ideas were beginning to form
in my head.  I was trying to flesh these possibilities out, into something
more substantial, when Andrew's neurologist returned.  He quickly explained
that he had checked the results from all of Andrew's tests and he couldn't
see anything we needed to be overly concerned about.  He explained that as
soon as the pressure on Andrew's brain had been dealt with, he figured it
wouldn't take Andrew long before he regained consciousness.  The doctor
also informed me that he and Andrew's ER doctor had agreed to have Andrew
admitted and transferred to a room, where he'd stay until he got better and
was discharged.  He added that the orderlies should be arriving soon, to
move him, just so we'd be prepared.  After thanking him again, he walked
out of the room, and Jesse and I just sat and watched Andrew some more.

By the time Jake arrived, I was pretty sure what I needed to do about
Sammy's situation.  I left Jake with Jesse and went out to sit in the
Yukon, where I called Captain De Luca from the State Police.  He had helped
us before, when Vinnie was missing, so I hoped he could be of assistance
once again.  After apologizing for bothering him on the weekend, I quickly
explained Sammy's situation with him.  Once he had all the facts, he began
to ask me a few questions, to gain more details about what was happening.

"So these boys are going to force your son to have sex?" he asked me.

"More or less," I explained.  "They are telling him he has to have sex with
this girl to prove he's not gay."

"Are there any witnesses to any of these conversions?" Captain DeLuca
followed.

"Not on my son's behalf," I advised him.  "It's been just him and this
group of boys, every time this was discussed."

"That's not good.  We should have some verification of these facts before
we act," he explained.

"Couldn't you put a wire or something on him?" I asked, hoping we could get
the verification he needed that way.

"We could, but if they forced your son to undress, it would be spotted
immediately.  If that happened, who knows what additional problems that
might cause for him," he informed me.  "Where is this to take place?"

"In the woods near the athletic fields at school," I responded.

"Are there any buildings nearby?" he wanted to know.

"Yes, there's a storage shed there, which has a second story that is used
as a press box for the games," I told him.

"Would it be possible for us to get in there, providing those boys won't be
trying to get inside that building?" he asked me.

"That would be no problem at all," I informed him.  "I could get you any
keys you need."

"Great, then this is what we'll do," he began, and then he went on to tell
me what he had planned.  I agreed to everything he suggested, made
arrangements to meet with him in the morning and then I went back to
Andrew's room.  At least now I could take care of one son and still not let
the other one down.

When I got back, I discovered they had moved Andrew to his own room, and
the nurse gave me directions on how to get there.  After finding my way to
Andrew's new room, I saw everyone was already inside.  Jake was sitting in
a chair next to Andrew's bed, with his back toward the door and Jesse was
sitting on his lap.  Jake was talking to Andrew's unconscious form, and
occasionally he would make a comment to Jesse too.  It was a very endearing
site, watching Jake interact with Andrew like that, so I stood there for a
few minutes, just watching it happen.  Eventually, I walked up behind him
and wrapped my arms around both him and Jesse, before kissing my two men
softly on the top of their heads.  That startled both of them, as they
hadn't seen or heard me enter, and Jake jerked around to face me, making me
chuckle.

"Oh, Josh, it's you," he exclaimed.

"Were you expecting someone else?" I teased.

"No, of course not, but I didn't think you'd be back this quickly," Jake
confessed, before releasing a nervous little giggle.

"You sure you weren't expecting some nurse or an orderly to drop by?" I
continued, which drew a shocked look on his face.  "Jesse, has he been
fooling around with the people who work here?" I joked, drawing a surprised
reaction from Jesse as well, before he shook his head violently, giving me
his response.

"Never!" Jake shot back quickly.  "You are all I need," he added, giving me
a wink.  "Well, you and the boys," he corrected, as he squeezed Jesse and
then glanced at Andrew lying on the bed.

"That must be why I love you so damn much," I admitted, knowing that I
might be a little lax verbalizing my love for him at times, but I knew he
understood how important he was to me.  Having said that, I pulled up a
chair and sat next to him, and we all reached out to touch Andrew, just to
let him know we were there for him.  We now let our thoughts turn back to
our youngest - I mean next to youngest, since Jesse was now the baby of the
family - and we both said a silent little prayer that he would be back with
us again before long.

We sat like that, not saying much, while we stroked Andrew's arms and legs,
hoping those gestures would somehow help to bring him back to us.  Maybe,
if he realized we were there and understood how much we loved him, it would
give him a little boost, so he'd fight a little harder to regain
consciousness.  I was concentrating on Andrew, trying to will him to get
better, when my stomach growled, reminding me that it had been a long time
since any of us had eaten.  I looked at Jesse and Jake and spoke.  "Jake,
why don't you take Jesse to the cafeteria and get both of you something to
eat," I advised them, which immediately got Jesse shaking his head again,
as he pointed to Andrew.  I knew that meant he wanted to stay with him
instead.

"Jesse, you won't do him any good sitting here and starving yourself," I
told him, "and I don't want to have to put you in a hospital bed too, just
because you aren't eating."  He gave me a disgusted look and then pointed
at me, his sign that he wanted to know when I'd be eating.

"I'll go get something after you two get back, or Jake could just bring me
something back when he returns."  I could tell the wheels were spinning in
Jesse's head, before he pointed at Jake and then the two of us.

"Oh, so you want Jake to go alone and bring something back for both of us?"
I asked, rhetorically, as I already knew that's what he wanted.  However,
Jesse nodded his head energetically, to let me know that was indeed what he
expected.  I looked up at Jake, to gauge his reaction.

"I can do that," he informed us, almost on cue.

"Jake, you don't have to," I told him.  "We can go after you get back.  I
just don't want Andrew to be left alone."

"No, it's not a problem.  I'll get something for all of us and bring it
back to the room.  Then we can all eat here together."  Jesse immediately
liked that idea and began nodding his head vigorously, so Jake asked us
what we wanted and then left.  I sat down next to Andrew's bed again and
Jesse weaseled his way onto my lap.  I have to admit, he is one loveable
little bugger.

While I waited for Jake to return with the food, the doctor stopped in to
check on my little man again.  He quickly informed me that he was going to
have Andrew taken down for more tests shortly, because he wanted to see if
his condition had changed any.  I thanked him for his help, asked him how
soon before they'd be taking Andrew for the tests, and then we discussed
options - depending on what he discovered.  The doctor was just getting
ready to leave when Jake returned, carrying three unusually marked bags.
Looking at Jake, and then down at my boys, just helped to remind me what a
lucky guy I was.

Recognizing the bags Jake was carrying, the doctor made some comment about
the hospital food being bad for our health, so I told him he'd better get
Andrew better soon, so we wouldn't have to eat it any longer.  He nodded
and grinned, knowing I got him back, when he was trying to zing us.  After
he left, the rest of us sat down to eat.

I had told Jake he knew what I liked, so he should just surprise me with
something, and he did.  He came back with today's special for both of us,
which was a BBQ beef sandwich with fries, dessert and coffee, while Jesse
had opted for a cheeseburger, fries, cake and a soda.  The meal did what we
needed, which was to fill our stomachs so they'd stop rumbling, and it
wasn't as bad as I had anticipated.  Once we finished eating, we tossed our
garbage away and then continued our vigil.

We had been sitting by Andrew's bedside for about another half-hour when an
orderly wheeled a gurney into the room, so he could take Andrew away for
his tests.  I recognized the worried look on Jesse's face when he saw the
hospital attendant, so I quickly reminded him that the doctor had informed
us he was going to have this done, to see if Andrew was doing any better.
Those words seemed to comfort Jesse and he seemed to relax, so I took that
opportunity to ask the orderly how long Andrew would be away.  He informed
me that the doctor had ordered several tests to be done and they would
probably take a couple of hours to complete.  That meant Andrew wouldn't be
getting back to his room until very late, so I told Jake to take Jesse home
until morning.

Jesse didn't want to go and immediately started to protest, but I explained
to him that even if he stayed, he wouldn't be allowed to go with Andrew.  I
assured him that even I wasn't going to be able to stay with Andrew during
these tests, so he signaled to me that he wanted to know why I was staying
then.  I told him that I wanted to be here just in case the doctors needed
my permission to do anything more for Andrew, so I didn't cause any
needless delays in his care.  I guess that made sense to Jesse, so after
several minutes of reasoning with my ten-year old, he finally started to
relent.  I still had to promise him that I'd call to let him know when
Andrew was brought back to his room and advise him how things went.  Jesse
and Jake stayed long enough to watch Andrew being wheeled away and then I
kissed them both and told them I'd see them both again in the morning.

This caused Jake to ask me if he should bring the other boys back with him,
when they returned tomorrow, because he assumed I'd be spending the night
here.  Jake told me he was certain the rest of the family would want to see
Andrew too, because they had said as much to him earlier, and I agreed he
was probably right.  However, after thinking about it a little longer, I
told Jake it might be best if they didn't see Andrew just yet.  I thought
they should hold off until he regained consciousness, so the situation
wouldn't seem as bleak to them.  I didn't want any of the others to have to
fret about Andrew's condition, and I thought 'out of sight, out of mind'
might work in this case.  This didn't mean I expected the boys not to worry
about Andrew, but this way they might not become consumed with thoughts
about how he was doing, if they didn't see him lying in his bed and looking
so damn helpless.  Besides, if they waited, it would also allow Andrew to
appreciate them being there.  Jake agreed with my logic and said he
wouldn't mention anything to the other boys.  He went on to say he would
find a way to convince them it would be best to let Andrew rest and not get
him too excited, should any of them mention wanting to visit.  I thanked
him and he grabbed Jesse's hand and turned to leave.

As I had been told, Andrew was gone for a little over two hours.  While I
waited, I watched some TV, on the set in Andrew's room.  Nothing really
interested me, but it did help to pass the time.  I was in the middle of
watching some inane show when Andrew was wheeled back into the room and
placed on his bed.  He was still unconscious, but I hoped I would soon
learn if there were any changes in his condition.  After the orderly left,
I fussed over Andrew; fluffing his pillow, tucking the sheet around him and
straightening his hair - noting how truly handsome he was.  While I did
that, I also prayed his injuries weren't serious or irreversible.

It was about that time when I remembered my promise to Jesse, so I grabbed
my cell phone and called home.  Dion answered the phone, so I talked
briefly with him and then I asked to speak to Jake and Jesse.  I heard Dion
call for them, rather crudely.  I'd have to talk to him about his manners
later.

When Jake came to the phone, I advised him that Andrew was back in his
room, but the situation hadn't changed and I hadn't seen the doctor yet.
He gave the phone to Jesse, who had been pestering Jake to let him speak to
me too, as he wanted to hear the news firsthand.  Once he had been advised
of nearly everything I told Jake, I had him give the phone back to my
lover, so I could say good-bye and let him know I'd see him in the morning.
I needed to come home early, so I could shower and change before meeting
Captain De Luca.  Jake said he'd fix me something special for breakfast,
which I thought was really sweet, and I thanked him for being so thoughtful
and supportive.

After hanging up, I sat beside Andrew's bed and began fussing over him,
deeply concerned about his condition.  Although I tried to control my
unbridled imagination, I couldn't help but think about Brent and Cody,
hoping I wouldn't have to endure that type of pain again.  Then another
thought crossed my mind.  The problem was, it wasn't just the thought of
him dying that bothered me.  What if Andrew were to remain in this coma for
years or was left permanently brain damaged from the accident?  Would that
be any less difficult to bear?  I didn't know how I could stop considering
these terrible possibilities, but then I considered there might be one way
to find out.  I thought about calling home again, to ask Jake to bring
Graham to the hospital, so he could tell me if he saw any shadows around
Andrew's body.  After thinking about doing that for several more minutes, I
decided not to go that route, as I wasn't sure I could deal with that
knowledge either.  If Graham didn't see things the way I hoped he would, I
might break down and become a basket case, and none of us needed that right
now.

All these terrible thoughts were still playing in my mind when I decided
I'd better try to get some sleep, so I adjusted the reclining chair they
had placed in the room for me and got comfortable.  It took me a while to
drift off, and I woke up several times during the evening, usually when the
nurses came in to check on Andrew, but I did manage to get a little sleep.
The only problem was, my overnight stay with Andrew reminded me of some of
the nights I had spent in Sloan-Kettering with Cody.  It brought back some
painful memories from that time, ones I hoped I would never have to endure
again.

In the morning, I left for home, just like I told Jake I would.  When I got
there, Jake had everything ready to prepare my breakfast, but he told me to
shower first, and I could eat as soon as I was done.  I thought that was an
excellent idea, so that's exactly what I did.  Once I got out of the
shower, I threw on some clothes and went into the dining room, and Jake had
everything laid out for me.  I ate in kind of a hurry, seeing I had an
appointment to keep, but I thoroughly enjoyed what Jake had done.  After
wiping my mouth, I gave Jake a kiss and headed out the door.  Luckily,
Jesse wasn't up yet, because I would have bet he wouldn't have wanted me to
leave the house alone, no matter where I said I was going.

I did wake Sammy up before I left, so I could advise him about the plan to
deal with his tormentors.  I needed to tell him what he was going to be
expected to do and how he should act, to pull it off successfully.  Sammy
was a little concerned about some of the things I told him, but he
understood it would have to be done that way, if we were to end this
situation once and for all.  I kissed him on the forehead, assured him he'd
do fine and reminded him that his problems would be over by this evening.
He thanked me and told me to give Andrew a kiss from him, before I left the
house.

I met Captain De Luca at my office and secured the keys he needed, before I
informed him of my intentions.  "I'm coming with you," I told him.

"That wouldn't be wise," he replied.  "You might compromise the stakeout."

"Look, I'm going to be there to protect my son from those punks, even if I
have take my own vehicle to do so."  De Luca gave me a stern look.

"Josh, you're too smart for that.  Please, don't ruin our chances to nail
these little bastards."  I saw the logic in his argument, but I was feeling
extremely protective now, and I knew I wouldn't be able to stay away.

"I just need to be there," I repeated, almost sounding like a spoiled
little brat.  I felt bad about that, but I couldn't just walk away.

"Okay, I'll let you sit in the surveillance van," he informed me.
"Everything will be monitored through there and recorded, so you'll be able
to see and hear nearly everything that goes on, but we can't risk you being
seen.  Is that clear?" he asked one more time, before totally agreeing to
this plan.

"Yes, I understand," I advised him, not daring to push him any harder.  I
rode with him to the State Police barracks, where he put me in the
surveillance van and we drove to the meeting site.  It was still an hour
before Sammy was to arrive, but about now he was probably getting out his
bike to ride there.  We were leaving now, because Captain De Luca didn't
want to take any chances that the boys might arrive early and notice our
preparations.  His men had everything ready with a half-hour to spare, so
we had to sit patiently until they arrived.

It turned out that it was a good thing we had prepared so far in advance,
because those boys and that girl showed up about twenty minutes early.
They parked their car in the lot and walked toward the storage shed.  It's
a good thing it was a windowless building and the stairs to the press box
were on the inside, or they might have seen enough to suspect something.

They spent some of their time walking around the building, which they did
twice, and none of us were sure what they were up to.  That's when one of
them ran back to the car and came back carrying a lug wrench and then they
began to try to pry the door to the storage shed open.  We all panicked
when they did that, and the people inside the shed raced up the stairs to
the press box.  They all crowded into that confined space and locked the
door behind them, just in case the kids got in on the lower level.
Fortunately, that didn't happen, but the kids did do some major damage to
the door.

After giving up on trying to break into the storage shed, they moved over
and stood in the shadow of the trees that lined the area, until Sammy
showed up.  Once he pedaled up, things began to happen very quickly.

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at 'BW's Rainbow Youth Connection,' at http://bwsryc.gayauthors.org/

You can also locate my stories by clicking on the Nifty author link and
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.