Date: Sun, 30 Aug 2020 23:32:04 +0200 (CEST)
From: jacoblion@tutanota.com
Subject: A Neglected Boy The Twins LXXXV

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A Neglected Boy "The Twins" LXXXV
jacoblion@tutanota.com

From the end of Chapter LXXXIV

   After some `fun' with Keith and Ethan Morning came way to fast......

Chapter LXXXV .....  Morning came way to fast and I was half asleep but
sure that the noise I was hearing was the sound of Jabbering's engine.  I
looked over at Jake his arm gently across "The Twins" sleeping as if he was
in some type of coma from the exhausting activity of earlier in the night.
I was fully awake and that is Jabbering's engine I hear; and just when did
"The Twins" crawl in bed?

   As quietly as I could I slid from under the covers and out our cabin
door into the salon.  I was greeted by a smiling Antonio and Kris who
quickly cracked up laughing at my state of nakedness.  I wasn't even
concerned as now it wasn't only Jabbering's engine; I was hearing but the
sound of anchor chain clanking its way into the chain locker.

   Pirates! ... No time for shorts or even boxers I scrambled up the
companionway and slammed head on into Ethan.  He was as startled as I but
more because I was totally naked and now in view of several other boaters
waving at Ethan or my nakedness. . . . . "Kori !!, geeeeze, go put some
clothes on, maybe take a shower first." . . . . Thanks Ethan, I said as I
stepped back and down one step of the companionway ... a little less for
all the world to see.

   Ethan, now with Keith at his side, and both smiling looking directly at
my shriveled up `thing' explained that they thought Jake and I would be
tired and were completely capable of getting Jabbering underway and headed
back to Mystic.

   I looked around to see that they had removed the tent like covering over
the boom and unzipped the mainsail cover.  Everything on deck was stowed.
All the electronics were up and running with our Navionics showing a
heading of 264 degrees and 64.33 miles to Block Island.  The Garmin radar
was running and they had already marked a few large boats that they were
watching as Jabbering headed for the open waters of Nantucket and Rhode
Island Sound.

   I thanked both boys and as I turned to go down to the salon, I heard
Keith say ... ... "it's a lot smaller than last night Ethan ... kinda cute
like that, don't you think?" ... ... I knew exactly what they were
referring to and I had to really smile when I heard Ethan say . . . . "I
bet he was lots of fun when he was 13 ... I think he was a lot like
Antonio." ... ... If they only knew how much fun I really had.

   Reaching the bottom step, I was greeted by 4 smiling faces.  Marco
quickly covered his eyes pretending not wanting to see a naked boat
captain; the spaces between his fingers got him a quick slap to the back of
his head by Lorenzo whose smart mouth asked if a penis gets smaller with
age.  Now all 4 boys were laughing and that woke Jake and "The Twins".

   Justin and Kyle burst through our cabin door and into the salon.  I got
a huge hug from the rug-rats followed by instructions ... ... "Dad take
shower" ... ... it was more laughs and Kris volunteered to help with my
shower.  I set things straight and told him and Antonio to get breakfast
ready for everyone while I followed the rug-rat's instructions.

   I walked into our cabin just as Jake was sliding from bed.  He looked so
tired.  I ruffled his hair and dragged him to the shower.  If we get
another boat, a bigger boat, it will definitely have a much larger shower.
Jake and I were just about finished when the shower door opened and a naked
Lorenzo squeezed between Jake and me.  He had Hawaiian body wash and
squirted it all over Jake and I.

   How many seconds did it take for things to heat up? ... ... Jake turned
the water to cold rinsed Lorenzo and pushed him out.  That little Italian
kid could be heard laughing all the way to the breakfast table.  Jake and I
finished a quick shower and joined everyone for breakfast just in time to
hear Lorenzo tell his brother and the others . . . . "Kori's not that small
n neither is Jake."

   Breakfast was fun and the stories continued about what Lorenzo and Marco
were going to tell their friends about school in the states and their
sailing adventure.  Jake and I hope somethings will be kept a secret.  We
will miss them and we all look forward to seeing them for Christmas.

   Breakfast over we all went topside to join Ethan and Keith.  Uniform of
the day, while in mostly open waters, was clothing optional.  Jake and I in
our bright Island shorts and t-shirts, Ethan and Keith in and out of shorts
and Speedos and frequently sprayed with cold water.  I think that was
because the sun was so hot, or because they were so hot or seeing Justin,
Kyle, and Marco messing around naked.

   It's funny to watch Justin, Kyle and Marco as they will sit and talk and
mindlessly play with their `little thingies' ... erection ... soft,
erection ... soft; did I do that when I was their age?

   Now for Lorenzo, Antonio, and Kris ... well, they were in shorts, naked,
with Speedos on, Speedos off.  They were topside, below decks in and out of
the rug-rats cabin a number of times and their `things' seemed to always be
in a state of `puffed up', soft, or erect.

   It was just before lunch when Kris hollered out "SHARK ! ! !" if there
were any erections they all went soft when we spotted a large white off the
starboard
side. https://www.boston.com/news/local-news/2020/08/10/white-shark-feasts-dead-whale-nantucket
... Only Keith, Jake and I were left topside as the remainder of the crew
disappeared below decks.  Everyone returned minutes later in shorts,
shirts, socks and boat shoes. I guess being dressed is the best protection
from `Great Whites'.

   It was only minutes later that our marine radio was giving several
sightings of `Great Whites' in the Nantucket, Martha's Vineyard and Block
Island area.  The cockpit became crowded and quiet as the mood became
serious.  Jake and I noticed the concerned looks on some faces and decided
it was time for lunch.

   This was a perfect time to get Marco, Kyle, and Justin introduced
preparing lunch for the crew and their minds off the now numerous sightings
of `Great Whites'.  Peanut butter n jelly sandwiches, chips and fruit drink
with diet sprite.  Two large jars of peanut butter, mostly on bread a
little on the counter and some on Jake's nose and the crew was happy.

   Jake and I cleaned the galley and set things up for the rug-rats, Marco,
Lorenzo, Kris, and Antonio to play a game of Monopoly.  Large bowl of cut
apples, grapes and snack crackers should hold them for an hour.  Jake and I
joined Keith and Ethan in the cockpit.  I think it has been one of our
greatest joys to watch the teens grow.  I can see how they have become
serious about sailing and both have great technique.

   I don't know how things went from one subject to the other but, they
ended up on their thoughts about college.  Jake and I were somewhat
surprised when both Ethan and Keith had decided to remain at Yale rather
than Ethan's choice of Brown and Keith with his early thoughts of Princeton
in social studies and a minor in history.

   Ethan continues to think that he will major in Archaeology and minor in
Anthropology while Keith explained that as he has been at University
School, he sees how the students love Jake and the history department.  All
hell seems to have broken way when Kyle and Justin hit the top of the
companionway and landed in Jake's and my lap.  I got a big kiss; Jake got a
big kiss and as fast as they arrived, they disappeared like Houdini.

   It happened so fast I don't think either Jake or I realized they were
naked `again' or why we got such a pleasant surprise.  The companionway
rattled and soon Lorenzo and Marco with a quick step landed big kisses on
my cheek then on Jake's. ... ... Ok, what's going on?  Those 2 Italian
kids, like the rug-rats, disappeared back down to the salon.

   I was just about to get up when Antonio and Kris darted from the top
step.  Kris had his hands on my shoulders pushing me back as was Antonio
doing the same to Jake.  I know I was surprised and I bet Jake was too when
we both got a kiss ... not a peck ... a kiss, a real kiss.  Ethan and Keith
were laughing as Antonio and Kris, like Houdini, disappeared into thin air.

   I'm not sure what Jake was thinking but, I was thinking I would have
really liked it if Kris would have stayed a few minutes or an hour or two.
Jake got up and went down to the salon to find out what was going on.  Soon
Jake appeared having discovered what they had been up to.

   The `trouble makers' had been playing monopoly when Kyle landed in
`Jail'.  Now the rules had been changed and anyone who landed in `Jail' had
to pay $200.00 and give me or Jake a kiss.  Justin wasn't about to let Kyle
give me a kiss without giving Jake a kiss.  While they were doing the
kissing all the brats put their little monopoly pieces in `Jail' too.  It
was a `dare game'.  I didn't mind and by the look of Jake's face neither
did he.

   Ethan and Keith had been sailing Jabbering for almost 7 hours.  We were
slightly ahead of the plotted course so Jake and I took over to give our
now very experienced crew a good break.  I took a look below at our trouble
makers surprisingly they were all being good.  Jake was watching the boat
on autopilot and we had a chance to just sit and talk about the rest of the
summer and trip to Nova Scotia.

   A quiet Lorenzo appeared at the top of the companionway and sort of
wormed his way between Jake and I.  He didn't say anything and I kinda had
my arm around his shoulders with my left hand gently rubbing the top of his
head.  He leaned against me and I soon realized he was crying as my t-shirt
became wet with tears.

   Jake glanced over and knew what was going on.  I think he was getting
emotional as he stood, disengaged the autopilot and took the wheel.
Lorenzo is sometimes difficult to figure out.  On one hand he's a tough
nut, the leader of the pack and a minute later he is all soft and cuddly.
In a very soft whisper I heard . . . . "I love you and Jake.  Marco and I
love Mom but we don't want to go home we want to stay here.  Kori ask my
Mom to move here, please." ... ... I held Lorenzo tight.

   My mind was whirling.  I hated every second of the thought of Lorenzo
and Marco leaving and returning to Naples.  My hope is that when they see
their Mom, Alina, they will forget wanting to stay.  Oh, please let it be
that way.

   We were just a mile off Block Island when Jake spotted a very large
`Great White'.  We called all the boys on deck and got some good pics and
video.  Ethan and Keith were keeping count and for the trip this makes 7
total and the radio has now said there have been sightings in Long Island
Sound.

   Ethan and Keith thanked Jake and I for the break and it was obvious that
they wanted Jabbering back in their hands.  So good to see our teens
actively taking the responsibility of handling the boat; the thing is
they're good at it.  Kris, Lorenzo, and Antonio continued to watch the
shark.  Justin found a safe place sitting in Jake's lap and Kyle and Marco
were squeezed tight to my right and left.

   The wind was perfect and we were making good time.  I told Ethan and
Keith to set a new course for Fisher's Island and it was fun to watch
Ethan's face as he thought I was going to say I'd take Jabbering from there
but, what I said was that I would let them take the boat all the way to
Mystic Sea Port.  A million dollars couldn't have made those two boys
happier.

   The remainder of the afternoon was just fun and games for the other boys
and serious work for Ethan and Keith.  It would be our last night on
Jabbering so Jake and I pulled out all the food we could find.  It was
burgers, grilled chicken, salads, (thanks to Antonio and Kris), special
drinks made by our bartender crew Kyle, Marco, and Justin and the very best
Italian garlic bread, a specialty of Lorenzo with extra garlic, toasted
alongside our tangy marinated chicken.

   We topped off dinner of with a huge fruit salad and whipped cream.  The
fun was watching all the boys each with his own specialty.  Tomorrow when
we arrive home it will be extra laundry detergent and bleach for their
t-shirts that all showed many parts of the dinner making.  Ethan and Keith
are acting very strange ... almost like adults. ... Teens acting like
adults?

    Keith and Ethan flipped a coin to see who would have honor of backing
Jabbering into our slip.  Justin, Kyle, Marco, Lorenzo, Antonio, and Kris
sat, not so quietly, around the cockpit and atop the cabin giving Keith
advice.  Easy, more to port, to fast Keith slow it down, you're going to
hit the dock, ...  Stop!, go forward, Ethan jump you can make it ... did
you put the fenders out? ... ... "Dad doesn't take this long Keith"
... ... "shut up Kyle, you're getting a wedgie when I get hold of you!"

   Jabbering was docked, finally. ... ... Kyle disappeared. ... ... Keith
and Ethan pulled the large electric cable and Jabbering was on shore power.
The electronics were turned off and all hands were instructed to help stow
everything not needed and to help washdown the deck and cockpit.  I should
explain that we had 2 hoses from the dock with fresh water.

   Kris had one hose; Lorenzo had the other hose.  Jake quickly looked like
a drowned cat and I was laughing untilllllll ........... Lorenzo was
laughing thinking he got me really good ... but what comes around goes
around and now he was in the grips of Keith.  Kyle tried to help Lorenzo
and Ethan made true on Keith's promise and Kyle's boxers were up around his
chest.

   Well, it had been a long day and I think we all needed a little fun.  It
was getting late and the boat looked fairly clean.  Showers were taken in
the cockpit and on the cold side, no they were just really cold.  I think
we were all looking forward to a nice warm bed.

   The bed was warm so covers ended up tossed aside.  Everyone was very
tired and the only fun was dreaming about what adventures lie ahead.

   I felt someone tapping the side of my head and as I opened my eyes I was
greeted with a big smile from Kyle then a nice little peck on the cheek as
he whispered . . . . "I'm hungry `Dad' . . . .  I looked over at Jake who
was contently sleeping with his arms around Justin who had his arms around
Marco who was apparently in some type of sleep coma.

   I grabbed Kyle and begged for just 15 more minutes; result= a sweet
little kiss as he pulled off the covers ... slapped Marco and Justin
... and hollered at Jake to wake up ... "time for breakfast ... you lazy
`Dads'".

   Sometimes I think Kyle is a slow learner.  Why would he slap Marco and
Justin and holler at Jake and pull covers off me knowing that he would be
tortured? ... ... and he was!  Kicking and thrashing about he was dragged
and pushed into a very cold shower and held in place by Marco and Justin.

   I could detect the aroma of bacon and Jake was all smiles with his nose
in the air at the smell of his favorite Amoretto coffee.  Jake, Marco,
Justin, Kyle, and I joined the rest of the crew for eggs, bacon, hash
browns and toast.

   Keith and Ethan were passing the toast and handing out orders to each of
us about getting things packed.  Jake noticed first and nodded at me to
look at Lorenzo.  He was quiet and had hardly touched his plate.  One
little tear, then another.  Slowly he got up and went to the forward cabin
and shut the door.

   The table became very quiet.  Marco was next and just as he pushed away
from the table there was shouting and banging from topside ... in Italian
... "buongiorno, ci serve un caffè e dove sono i miei ragazzi?" ...
It was Alina shouting "good morning, we need coffee, and where are my
boys?"

   There was a lot of scrambling for clothes ... only 4 of us were in
shorts the rest either in nothing or boxers.  The expression on Marco's
face was panic and Lorenzo's head peeked out from the forward cabin
... "was that my mom"? ...  he was trying walk and put on shorts at the
same time ...  Yep, he ended up getting a close look at the galley floor,
(deck).

   Ethan was first up the companionway to the cockpit to greet Alina,
Henry, Antonio's grandad, .. and .. `Big surprise' ... Angelo, Marco and
Lorenzo's father.  Ethan was also first to get a big kiss on each cheek and
just about to be introduced to Angelo when Marco and Lorenzo arrived.  The
cockpit just wasn't large enough for everyone.  Half the crew now on the
dock the others in the cockpit as introcuctions and hugs and kisses, lots
of kisses, for everyone.

   Jake and I could see how Henry really is that great `granddad'.  The
boys really love him.  Antonio was close and Kris closer as Henry had his
arms around both of them.  Marco and Lorenzo hugged by their mom and dad
and the chatter in Italian was nonstop.

   I watched Marco and Lorenzo almost afraid something might be said about
going home but, it was a different story.  Marco was glued to Alina and the
tough one, Lorenzo, well, he never let go of his `dad'.  It was so obvious
the bond between them.

   The feeling of excitement continued as we packed witht the `help' of
Henry, Alina, and Angelo.  Angelo held up a pair of swim suits ... looked
at Lorenzo ... Lorenzo snactched them and tossed them at Antonio saying
. . . . "Hey! These aren't mine" ....  Antonio smiled and simply tucked the
`elephant faced' swim suit in his bag.  I wonder what Angelo was thinking?

   Henry took Alina, Angelo, Marco, and Lorenzo with him but Antonio and
Kris would ride home with Ethan and Keith while Jake and I had the
rug-rats.  Dinner tonight would be at the Judge's house and I can only
imagine the fun that will be.

   We arrived in New Haven at noon and Ethan and Keith dropped Antonio and
Kris at Henry's.  Now it was unload, laundry and try to get things
organized.  Why does the house seem empty and so quiet?  Justin and Kyle
played the disappearing act only to be discovered in their room all curled
up together fast asleep.

   Keith, Ethan, Jake and I emptied the Willys and SUV sorted clothes that
smelled like the `high school locker room' put them in the wash with extra
bleach and turned on the jacuzzi.

   The sight of naked teens stepping into the jacuzzi is always so
enjoyable and can be exciting ... today it was just enjoyable to see them
as they joined Jake and I.  We talked about getting Jabbering ready for our
trip north as the rug-rats appeared and quickly dropped their shorts and
slipped in beside Jake and I.

   Time passed all to quickly and we arrived at Henry's and enjoyed a BBQ
of lamb shish kebab.  Alina, Angelo, Marco, and Lorenzo will be leaving in
the morning for their return flight to Italy.  The evening ended with hugs
and kisses and the promise to return for Christmas.

   We said goodnight and there is no way to explain the empty feeling as we
closed the doors of the SUV and drove from Henry's driveway.  Justin and
Kyle both crying.  Keith and Ethan completely silent.  Jake was driving and
I could see his tears ... it was as if a part of us was being ripped away.

   We arrived home and nothing was said ... ... we all just went to bed.  I
don't think Jake and I have ever held "The Twins" so tightly.  A quiet
knock at the door then Ethan and Keith entered.  The two boys stood at the
foot of the bed holding hands.  It was silence for a minute .. then Ethan
said ... "Love hurts" they turned, shut the door and returned to their
bedroom.

To be Continued: A Neglected Boy "The Twins LXXXVI