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March to December, 1988
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When Pam arrived at the Dylan Community Market, the first thing she did was to put a poster about Judy's funeral service in the window. One of the Lutheran ladies had dropped it off to one of her assistants.
Bill's mornings of late, had been lonely for him. Chris hadn't slept with him, or visited him in the morning since he last did that fateful morning. But Chris was recovering from his sudden loss each day. That was another reason Bill wanted him back in school. The boys were told they could still sleep in their room Wednesday night, but elected to sleep with Bill.
As they woke Bill was pleased to feel the body of a boy on each side again.
"I'm going first," Chris stated. Ever since Willie had been included in their morning ritual over Christmas, if Willie slept over, he was included, and they did it the same way. Whoever went first purposely didn't make Bill cum, so Bill could cum in the other boy while making him orgasm. That way all three would get their tingles, as Sean called them.
Chris lubed his own penis and got into position. Bill's legs were raised, Chris entered Bill's anus, and the `conversation' started. "You're not disappointed about being kicked out of your room, are you?"
"No, just surprised it happened so soon, but I'm good as long as I get to sleep with you."
"It's going to get busy around here for a few days, I think you'd be better off in school.
"I'd rather be at home with you."
"I know you would, but you need to go back to school. I saw your brother yesterday afternoon. I got to rock him in a rocking chair. He really liked it, I did too. We're going to need to get one before he comes home."
"When is that going to be?"
"The nurse said maybe Monday."
"Can I go with you?"
"Depends on what time. If it's in the afternoon, I'll get you out of school so you can go with me."
"Then make sure it's after lunch, I really want to help bring him home." His emphasis in that statement made his hips thrust, and that's all it took. Chris couldn't stop after that first thrust and got into his regular rhythm.
"Good morning boys," came the cheerful greeting from Jenifer, as she stopped in the open doorway of Bill's bedroom. "We have a lot of work to do today. We need to clean out the bedroom, so the painting can be started today! But you guys go ahead and have your fun, don't take too long! Breakfast is almost ready."
Bill has never closed his bedroom door, and Chris didn't let Jenifer's intrusion, interrupt his current mission. While Chris and Willie had been having sex with each other, he was now back to making love to the man he calls Dad. He stayed in rhythm and enjoyed an intense orgasm shooting his almost 14-year-old thickening white semen hard into daddy's rectum.
Chris collapsed to the bed managing to land on his back. Bill rolled over on top of Willie, who had coated his hand in lubricant. When Bill was settled and rose to his knees, Willie's hand reached out and grabbed Bill's dick spreading the lube over its length and made sure to wipe the excess on the glans. Bill got his legs in position, lifted Willie's hips off the bed, and gently drove his dick into Willie. He rested Willie's butt, on his thighs.
"Oh, that looks like so much fun. I wanna do that someday, but Mom and Aaron said I'm not allowed to have butt sex with an adult until I'm 13." Sean told them as he came in the room and jumped on the bed.
By now Chris had recovered to the point his penis was erect again, now that his fuck-buddy from Natural Arches was back. "Come on over here, Sean, I'll have sex with you," Chris told him. Sean scrambled over next to Chris and dove face down spreading his legs at the same time. Chris took just a little lube and put on Sean's pink hole. He centered his dick and slid inside him.
"You ok Willie?" Bill asked.
"Yeah, I'm good. It feels good to have you in me again, it's been a while."
"I was actually thinking about when your mom was over here yesterday. You looked a little surprised at first, after she took her clothes off."
"I was. I didn't think she was ready yet. She's been practicing at home with me and Charles around, but she was always like not sure. Yesterday, she seemed comfortable."
"I guess having Sean and the McKinneys here helped her get over the last of her nervousness."
"Yeah, I could see she was really happy, first time she's smiled that much since. . ."
"I understand, she lost a boss and a friend."
"Oooohhhh, scratch that itch!" Sean called out to Chris. Bill looked over just in time to see Sean's body convulse through a drygasm.
Watching his `son' making the younger boy orgasm, spurred Bill's hips to their task. His started moving almost in unison with Chris. But Chris soon out-paced him. Bill was making love to Willie, and Chris was simply driving himself to his second orgasm of the morning using Sean's bottom. No love there, maybe a strong like.
"Damn, I'm going to have to move in here if this is what mornings are like." Aaron offered from just inside the doorway.
"Morning Aaron," Sean called out to his father figure since he was 5.
Aaron walked to the bedside where Chris had Sean pinned to the mattress. "Gonna cum, gonna cum, gonna cum, ooooohhhhhh!" Sean yelled as his second drygasm took control of his senses and his body, shuddering while Chris still humped him.
"Need some help, Chris?"
"Just a little, I'm almost there. . ." Chris moaned.
Aaron reached down and ran his hand over Chris bottom, his finger slipping into the gluteal crevasse and finding his still lubricated anus. He didn't have to do anything except apply a little pressure. Chris' own actions drove himself onto Aaron's finger. It only went in to the second knuckle, but that was all it took. Chris orgasmed, his anus clutching Aaron's finger in rhythmic pulses, his semen painting the insides of Sean's rectum. Aaron looked over at the other two. Bill was sitting back on his legs having just completed ejaculating in Willie, but still had Willie pulled tight against his groin. While Willie was showering his own chest with his white cum.
Aaron was hard as a rock himself, just as an observer and only slightly as a participant in the scene he had walked in on. Bill got up, directing Aaron to take his place on the bed. Aaron laid on the bed on his back, passively while three boys kissed him, suckled on his nipples, sucked on his penis, then finally felt a hand lubing his dick. Willie sat on Aaron's, slightly larger than Bill's, penis taking him inside. It was over in a minute Willie releasing his cum all over Aaron's chest. Aaron extracted himself from the pile of boy flesh and went to join Bill in the shower.
The three boys went across the hall to Chris' old room and showered together.
Aaron opened the door to Bill's shower, "That was one fuckin' hot morning orgy. I still itch, Willie cummed too quickly. I need you to finish me!" Aaron demanded as he spread his legs, bent over, and placed his hands against the shower wall. Bill got a handful of conditioner, lubed his suddenly re-hardened cock, and eased it into Aaron's hot ass. "Oh, yeah, that's it. Right there. Fuck me!" and he pushed back against the dick invading his ass. Bill reached around with his hand still slimy with conditioner and grabbed Aaron's dick. He scratched Aaron's itch hard, and jacked his cock harder. Aaron exploded, shooting large globs of semen against the tile wall that then slid down towards the drain.
Bill, feeling Aaron clamp around his dick filled Aaron's ass with his cum. Bill realized this was the first time he'd fucked an adult in his life. Then realized there were two firsts. It was also the first time he fucked someone standing up.
In Chris' shower, there was no such play, they helped each other shampoo hair and wash backs, but nothing more in a sexual way.
They all met back up downstairs in the kitchen where Jenifer was there feeding the toddlers, their young nude bodies an absolute wonder of nature. Debbie finalizing everyone else's breakfast in this foreign, but now well-stocked kitchen.
"What did he say?" Bill asked when Michael appeared to have said something to him.
"He said, good morning, Mr. Bill." Jenifer explained.
"Good morning to you too, Michael." Bill replied. Michael gave him a big grin. Bill bent down and kissed the boy on the forehead then kissed Ashley the same way. "Good morning, beautiful." Ashley giggled.
"That gibberish was good morning? How could you tell?"
"You'll learn. You get used to it after they start talking. All parents do it, and each child has his own language as they develop."
They ate the breakfast Debbie prepared. Bill insisted in helping with clean-up. "Bill, you don't have to help me. This is my job; I get paid to cook and clean up. Which, I'm also going to do to your house today. Where are your cleaning supplies?" Bill pointed to a closet.
Jenifer, the professional decorator took command of the morning activities.
First every stick of furniture was removed from the nursery to the garage. That was all accomplished by 10:00 a.m.
Bill used that timing to take off for the hospital, taking Chris and Willie with him.
They again had to nearly scrub their skin off their hands and arms. Their gowns made them look like Casper, the Friendly Ghost. But today was going to be different. Last night Chris helped Willie learn how to hold his brother. Using a teddy bear from the memorial, Chris and Willie practiced cupping his tiny head and supporting his neck till Willie figured he had this. When it was his turn, he put his hand right where it belonged and held his newest tiny friend. He was even able to hold him up against his chest, like the nurse taught them to do. It was just a baby, not something to be feared. Willie was very proud of himself for his accomplishment.
While they were gone certain items from the trailer were brought inside and reassembled. The crib, and several other pieces necessary during the early months were placed in Bill's master suite, including an antique wooden rocker. Jenifer had used all this stuff with her babies and wanted to pass them on to Bill and Chris.
When Bill and company returned from the hospital around noon, everyone was wearing clothes. Upstairs, there were four painters. Trim had been taped-off and walls were nearly finished in a two- and three-tone geometric blue paint job. Jenifer explained this was only the background, more was to come. Along with contrasting trim and windows.
"How did you get painters so fast?"
"How do you make anything happen fast, you throw money at it. In this case it didn't take much, very few people do interior painting in March." It was a warm afternoon, 37°. Downright balmy. They were done for the day by 2:00. The windows in the nursery were opened and the door closed. Everyone could relax and take off their clothes.
Bill eventually went into his room and discovered all the furniture that had been reassembled, the crib foremost in the room, with a mobile hanging over it. In the corner was the antique oak rocker, Bill was overcome, the rocker pushed him over the edge. It was hitting him that he was to bring home his baby in a few short days and it was so much, Bill cried, happy tears, but still tears of terror of the task ahead of him.
That afternoon Bill asked Chris if he could take Aaron and Jenifer with him to the hospital instead. Chris understood and gave his permission. They got to meet the tiny baby. "Where in this town can you buy Preemie diapers?" Jenifer asked the nurse.
"Nowhere that I know of, you're going to have to go old school, or drive to Duluth."
"Old school?" asked Bill.
"Cloth diapers. We need to go to K-Mart." Jenifer decided.
The painters were scheduled to return right after breakfast, so clothing warnings were given and included in Chris and Willie's morning `conversation'. The adults heeded the warning coming down fully clothed. When the painters arrived a few minutes early the three boys had to scurry upstairs to get dressed. But the painters were already inside and watched the trio of nude boys run past them and up the stairs. "Saw the same thing at my house this morning, but I only have two boys and they're 8 and 9. So, they don't grow out of it?"
"Well, some do, some don't. Jenifer replied. Really depends on the parents if they want to teach their children to be ashamed of their bodies." Jenifer preached.
Bill dropped Chris and Willie at school, and gave Chris the absence excuse note required for readmission. From there, he went to the hospital where today, he got to give Dylan his bottle.
Michael and Ashley were left nude today. After yesterday's attempt at trying to keep clothes on them failed miserably, Jenifer gave up trying. It wasn't like they were playing in the room with the workers. When Sean, who stayed home while the boys went to school, realized it, he took his clothes off as well.
In the nursery, two men started on the trim, the other two, transferring stencils to the walls. These were like paint-by-number drawings. Something Jenifer had brought with them. Once the stencils were up, the different areas were painted with pre-planned colors. They had to skip adjacent areas till the paint had sufficiently dried, then those areas were painted. Large happy scenes emerged with animals and fairies and dwarfs, and munchkins, with puffy clouds in the sky which was high on the walls and the ceiling.
While the painters worked, more was brought in from the trailer, and staged on the enclosed patio, a dresser, a stroller, diaper bag, a toy basket, a baby bath tub, a baby carrier too large for a preemie, but it would be needed eventually. A play-pen, a bottle warmer, bottle brush, bottle sterilizer, and a bottle-drying rack. Three car seats, of increasing size, the smallest was barely small enough for a preemie. A portable crib, a portable changing pad, a humidifier, and the items continued to pour in, every conceivable baby `thing' came out of the trailer and onto the patio. Jenifer and Bill stood surveying the massive trove, and Jenifer said, "We need to go shopping."
Bill thought about making a comment to the effect of, what more could he possibly need, but thought better of it. You do not mess with a woman on a mission.
The lead of the paint crew came down seeking Jenifer, and was attacked by the nude toddlers and he smiled at them. "Beautiful," he said to Jenifer. "We're done, we think. We'd like you to come see it." He had to pry Michael off his leg and handed him to Sean. Then accompanied Jenifer to the nursery. She was very pleased with their work, completely transforming a guest room into a fantastical nursery. She paid them including their bonus for their expeditious work, in cash, of course.
Many of the pieces in Bill's room would eventually go in here, but for now, they put the king bed back. Then brought other items up from the patio. What remained would be used in the kitchen or other locations.
During Hibbing Highschool's homeroom period, all the other teachers reminded their students that it was Chris Ryan's mother that had been killed the previous Friday, and that they should be `especially considerate' of his feelings today. In Chris' room, the teacher spoke on behalf of the class, offering their condolences. Every teacher at Hibbing High, talked with Chris sometime during the day. Chris didn't even know most of them, they were teachers from the upper grades. But each time they spoke to him, they reminded him his mother was gone. He learned to cry and stifle the noises in the toilet stalls to keep from being called a cry-baby by the typical high school bullies. But Chris later mentioned that even some of the boys who regularly pestered him either left him alone or spoke nicely to him.
Chris survived the day, despite the many well-meaning expressions of compassion and sympathy.
"I wanna go first."
"But I wanna go first this time, you went first yesterday."
"I don't care, I'm going first, I called it."
Bill wasn't having any part of two boys arguing who was going to have the first `conversation' with him this morning. So, without so much as a word. He got to his knees, threw off the covers, and manhandled Chris to the middle of the bed. Then, just as roughly, pulled Willie over, stacking him directly on top of Chris. They didn't know what was happening, and after being told to "Shut it." They allowed themselves to be manipulated.
Chris' legs were spread out to the sides, Willie's up over Bill's shoulders. He lubed both of their anus while kneeling behind them. His penis went in the bottom hole first. Two thrusts and he pulled out, immediately entering the upper hole. Two thrusts there and he returned to the bottom. He shoved it in and took it out, then did the same to the upper hole.
Neither boy was enjoying the treatment they were receiving. Bill then put his penis half way between, under Willie's butt, and on top of Chris' pelvis, next to his dick, and thrust himself in.
"Ok, who wants to start?"
* * Silence * *
Both boys laid there, both realizing their mistake and not knowing exactly how to get out of it.
"I'm sorry," both boys said in unison. Then finished their sentences:
"Mr. Bill." and "Dad," still at the same time.
Then again in unison:
"Chris can go first." And "Willie can go first."
"How about we just stay like this and talk together," Bill suggested.
"Ok," came the in-unison reply.
"Judy's funeral is this afternoon. You ready for it?"
"What will we have to do?" Willie asked.
"There are two distinctly different parts of the funeral today. Well, three if you count the refreshments afterwards. First there is the viewing. Judy will be in an open casket in a side room off the main part of the church. This is typically held a night or two before the service but Pastor Davis, thought it would be easier for her friends and the neighborhood if it was held in conjunction with the service. He figures that will take about an hour and it will start at 3:30."
"What happens during the viewing?" Chris asked.
"The viewing room is where all the flowers usually are with the casket. Friends and family will file past the coffin to say their good-byes to Judy, but the more important reason they come, is to talk with the family, convey their condolences. You both have different jobs during it. Chris, as her only family, you will be the one they want to talk to. You need to smile as best you can. You don't have to say too much. You probably won't even know most of the people. Just nod a lot and thank them for coming and whatever else you feel like saying. Willie, your job is to just be there for Chris. Be his friend and support him. People will talk to you too. If someone asks a question, keep the answer short.
"I'll be with you. Pastor Davis wants me there too for some reason, I guess since I'm your guardian now.
"There will be a break between 4:30 and 5:00. The people will file into the sanctuary, and we go in last sitting in the front pew."
"What's a pew?"
"Oh, that's just a church word for a wooden chair about 30 feet wide. It's where people sit in church. Shortly after we sit down, the service will begin."
"What do we do during the service?" Chris asked.
"You don't have to do anything. It's like a church service. Music, and scripture and such. People will be asked if they'd like to share a story about Judy."
Bill's penis was still sandwiched between the boys. When the conversation stalled, Chris offered, "It's ok you can do Willie first and then you can do me, you last longer the second time." Willie's legs were still over Bill's shoulders and he put his penis back in Willie's bottom, he made sure Willie orgasmed first then allowed himself to ejaculate filling Willie's butt. He slowly pulled out and Willie wiggled off Chris, settling on the bed right next to him, but still in full contact with him.
Bill lifted Chris' legs up and still breathing a little hard thrust back into Chris' anus. There was no further conversation, Bill just made love to the boy who was in for a very tough afternoon. Chris was right Bill lasted considerably longer immediately after an orgasm, he was, after all, an old guy. Chris took full advantage of the longer love making session, managing to orgasm 3 times, as Bill was a true expert in prostate massage with his penis. All through it, Willie was right there being a friend and supporting Chris through those three orgasms, each time sucking the semen from Chris' dick, so he didn't make a mess. The old man finally reached his second climax injecting about half as much in Chris' ass, as he had in Willie's.
Bill took the boys to his shower. When the water turned on, others on the floor knew it was safe to proceed down the hall past Bill's open door, and down to breakfast. They hadn't wanted to interrupt this morning's `conversation' considering what day it was.
They needed to fill time before the start of the service, so Jenifer took them shopping. K-Mart had the best baby department in town, not that it was great, but it had some of the basics Bill would need for Dylan. It was a true family outing, Aaron and Jenifer, Michael and Ashley, Sean, Bill, Chris, and Willie. The only hold out was Debbie who begged off claiming she was behind on her cleaning. They took two carts, one for stuff and one for Michael and Ashley that Sean pushed and tried to keep them from crawling out. They headed for the Baby Department. They bought cloth diapers, and a diaper pail, burp towels, feeding bibs, night-lights, and several pacifiers. Jenifer jokingly tried to put a breast pump in the cart, but Bill caught her and put it back. Baby wipes, large economical size and diaper bag size, "You can never have too many wipes," Jenifer explained. Several packages were added so they could be left all over the house.
Bill had washcloths but Jenifer added a ten-pack. Bill didn't flinch, he didn't dare.
In the bath area they found a tiny tub that would fit in the kitchen sink, better than the smallest the McKinney's brought. There were creams, lots of creams, for diaper rash, dry skin, for sensitive skin, moisturizing baby lotion, baby lotion for eczema, baby sunscreen, and lastly lotion for everyone else, soft hands were a must around a baby. Also in that area was Baby shampoo, baby soap, a plastic rinse cup. Bill suggested he could use a red solo cup. "Men!" was the response from Jenifer. Aaron was being suspiciously quiet; he knew better than to get in Jenifer's way when she was on-mission whether that was outfitting a baby or decorating a house.
They arrived at the formula display, Bill looked lost, but Jenifer had asked the nurse. "Boys, go get another cart." Sean was occupied with Michael and Ashley, so Willie and Chris ran to the front, returning with two carts. Three cases of nurse-recommended formula were loaded into an empty cart.
In the clothing section, they only bought 10 or 15 items, Jenifer had brought all the old clothing her babies had used. Bill could pick and choose what he needed and donate the rest. What they did buy was the tiniest size available. A Bunting bag for transporting the baby in the harsh winter cold was added, something Jenifer hadn't needed in Laguna beach. They passed on mittens. Those wouldn't be needed until next winter.
Bill added another play-pen he could leave at the Community Center for when he took Dylan with him. They found a baby carrier, the kind that holds the baby against the wearer's chest, perfect for Dylan, he's so small. A sun shade for the car window was added. A second diaper pail for the car was added with disposable liners. Then a third for permanent residence at the Community Center. A bulb syringe for clearing nose mucus, a baby-sized fingernail clipper, a baby first aid kit, a soft-bristled hairbrush, baby laundry detergent, while they didn't buy any, Jenifer pointed out baby-proofing supplies that would be needed in the future.
The shopping trip was the perfect distraction, three carts later, Bill had all the consumable products he would need to start with. He would need to resupply later. The final filling of the cart was disposable diapers, that wouldn't even fit Dylan now. They skipped the newborn size planning to use the cloth diapers till he would fit into the size-1 diapers when he reached 8 lbs.
Shopping and a late lunch at the Courtyard café downtown put them home just in time to ready themselves to get to the church. Reality was creeping up on Chris and even having Willie in the shower with him, didn't foster any play that a shared shower usually would have. They put on their clean crisp white shirts, that Debbie had ironed while they shopped, and their new clip-on ties, then their new suits and shiny new shoes. Aaron, Jenifer, and Sean also put on their formal clothes they had brought for the occasion.
Bill had seen Chris and Willie in their new suits the day they tried them on in the store, although not at the same time. Today, Bill's eyes got misty seeing the two boys side-by-side all dressed up for the first time. They really were cute together. Then they were joined by the smaller Sean, Bill stepped away to keep from crying right there in the living room. Debbie handed out Kleenex to everyone to be put in their pockets. Debbie was staying home with Michael and Ashley.
Pastor Davis asked them to arrive early at 2:45, so they had time to get situated.
Pulling up in front of the church, there were flowers outside the entry doors. Nice touch, Bill thought. As they went inside there were more flowers. They lined the hall leading to the room set up for the visitation, where they were met by Pastor Davis and some of the church women. Soft music played in the background.
Bill introduced everyone to the pastor. "We're ready for you and Chris in the viewing room." he said opening the door. Even from the hallway, they could see the room was lined with more flowers.
"Ready for what?"
"The family usually likes to visit the deceased privately before everyone else gets here, just a few moments to be alone. Would you like to take Chris in?"
"Yeah, but Willie is coming too." Bill stated. Willie held Chris' hand as they entered the room. Bill wasn't prepared for what was inside. Every wall was lined with more flowers.
"Where did all these come from?" Bill asked.
The pastor had joined them, and explained, "As soon as word got out, they just started showing up. Neighbors, friends, market customers. She had many, many friends."
Against the longest wall was the half-open casket. A large spray of white roses laid across the closed portion with a ribbon stating "MOTHER". It was the flowers Bill had selected on Chris' behalf.
Judy laid inside among the silk skirt of the casket, her head lay on a silk pillow, her hands folded on her stomach. On her head was the wreath of fresh flowers, nearly duplicating the plastic one they supplied. Her 1970's dress contrasted perfectly with white silk background.
"She looks like she's asleep. Mr. Bill." He hadn't called him that in many months, but in this moment, he reverted to Bill's more formal name. "She looks like she could wake up any moment." That didn't require an answer, so Bill just squeezed his hand. They just stood there looking at her. Bill wondered what was going on in Chris' mind. He felt so utterly helpless.
The pastor stepped up behind Chris and Willie, placing a hand on their shoulders. "She's at peace now," he said.
"Yeah, I know. I can feel it." Chris replied. "I feel pretty good too."
"Are you ready then? People are already here to meet you and offer condolences." Bill looked back at the door and saw Aaron, Jenifer, and Sean standing there at the head of the line behind them. Bill waved for them to join them at the casket.
Aaron, Jenifer, and Sean joined them, crowding in around Chris forcing the pastor to step off to the side. They surrounded Chris with a wall of love and support. "She's beautiful Chris," Jenifer said breaking the silence.
"Yeah, she is. I love you mom, don't worry about me, I'll be ok. I got Bill and thanks to you, we've got Dylan." Bill squeezed his hand again.
"I'm ready, now." Chris replied to the pastor, answering his earlier question.
"Come this way. You and Mr. Foreman can stand over here." Willie took his place touching Chris' shoulder with his own. "After visiting, the mourners will stop and talk with you briefly then head out the other door and will be directed to the sanctuary. I'll be over by the door, if you need me."
The McKinneys and Sean stood near the pastor for a while and the line of mourners was allowed in.
The pastor was immediately wrong about the mourners only speaking to Chris. The very first person thanked Mr. Foreman by name for saving their neighborhood store. They hugged Chris and Willie before moving towards the door. The third group in line was Pamela and the rest of the employees from the store. Bill was a little surprised, but joked with her, "Who's minding the store?"
"No one, I closed it. There weren't any customers anyway, they're all here."
They were still streaming in, stopping by the casket first, then proceeding over, to the small group. They thanked Bill, and hugged Chris and Willie. When it was time for the 4:30 break. The pastor walked up behind them. "You gentlemen doing ok? The line is still out the front door and down the sidewalk. We're going to push back the start of the service."
"I'm getting a little tired of standing still." Chris complained.
The pastor waved for Jenifer, "Could you take Chris for a walk, he needs a few minutes. Willie, could you be a stand-in for Chris while he's gone? Most of these people don't know him anyway, and will think you're him."
The ruse worked, only a couple school friends realized Chris wasn't standing there. The others assumed Willie was Judy's son. Jenifer brought Chris back after about 10 minutes, and offered Willie the same break. "No, I'm ok. I need to be with Chris."
Bill leaned down, and said to Willie, "It's ok for you to take a quick break, I'll take care of Chris for you." Willie looked relieved, and went with Jenifer, but was back in 5 minutes.
The church organist began her playing at 4:30 when the break was scheduled. The talented organist played past the half-hour break, then continued till 5:30. With the line finally gone, and the service could begin with no break.
Men from the church escorted everyone from the viewing room and closed the casket. They wheeled it out and waited by the sanctuary entrance. Chris was positioned in front of the casket. The rest of the family was positioned behind the casket, Aaron, Jenifer, Sean, Willie, then Bill. Willie wasn't having any of that and pushed his way up next to Chris, taking his hand. "Thanks Willie, I needed you," he told his friend.
The organ started back up and word was given to Chris and Willie to move slowly up the aisle. The casket was rolled through the double doors right behind them.
Bill didn't understand the order of their entrance, Chris in front, but he went with it. He also didn't understand why there were so many people standing in the hallway.
As the procession approached the front pew, an older gentleman from the church stopped Chris and Willie pulling them off to the side. The casket passed them and he directed the other family members into the pew. There were exactly six seats remaining, in the entire church. When Bill turned into the pew, he figured out the seating, Chris led the procession but would be the last one in the pew sitting on the aisle.
Judy, in the now closed casket, was placed in front of the ornate alter.
When they walked in, Bill noticed people standing in the side aisles. Now, the center aisle was filled in with the people who had been standing in the back. The entire church was filled to standing-room capacity.
The pastor opened with a prayer for the departed. An Old Testament scripture was read, a soloist from the choir sang A Mighty Fortress, and a New Testament reading followed. There was a litany reading from the program.
The choir sang Children of the Heavenly Father, they did the first verse in Swedish, then sang the complete song in English. In the program, it was introduced as a song for Chris.
While Eulogies and Tributes are not part of a traditional Lutheran service, since Judy, and many of the attendees were not Lutheran, an exception was made. A microphone was passed around to anyone who wanted to speak about Judy. Parent after parent praised Judy for her kindness and the policies enacted at the store after she took over. Each briefly telling how she had benefited their families.
Bill stood last, the service already running well over the allotted time.
"I am in awe, today. Never in my wildest imagination could I have envisioned that Judy Ryan, meant so much, to so many. I knew her as her son's mother. A struggling single parent, trying to make ends meet, and running into roadblocks everywhere she turned. Many of you today have thanked me for the way the store is run. I want to clear that up, I had nothing to do with that.
"Yes, I bought the store, but I turned it over to Judy for her to run it as she saw fit. She never knew I owned it. Every change at the store was all Judy. And she did it, for all of you.
"I am making you a promise today. As long as I own the Dylan Community Market, it will be run the way Judy ran it. Any change in the future will be to make it a better place for the community. Thank you for being Judy's friend and coming today."
He handed the microphone back, and sat down. The pastor reminded everyone that refreshments would be served in fellowship hall, immediately following the service.
The Lord's Prayer was recited followed by the Benediction.
Those standing in the main aisle were asked to exit. The same men who ushered Judy's coffin in, took her back out. The family was directed to follow the casket. The casket went back in the viewing room, everyone else was directed to Fellowship Hall.
Really? The Lutheran Church calls what was laid out before the family as they arrived in the Fellowship Hall, just refreshments? The three churches that coordinated today's service must have competed to see who would bring the most food.
The entire hall was lined with tables around the outside of the room, and another row down the center. They contained enough food to feed Hannibal's Army crossing the Alps. Ok, that may be an exaggeration, but damn, there was a lot of food.
And much of it was good old fashion Swedish dishes. Of course there was Swedish Meatballs with mashed potatoes and gravy, but also Barbeque, Potato Salad, Horse Sausage with Stewed Macaroni, Meatloaf wrapped in Bacon, Falu Sausage, Crumble, Sweet Rolls, Pea Soup & Pancakes, Potato Gratin with anchovies, Cabbage Dolma, Pickled Herring, Sour Herring, and Crayfish, Black Pudding, Cheesecake, Mud Cake, Swedish Potato Pancakes of every kind topped with every possible jam or preserves, soft breads, crisp breads, and tender melt-in-mouth fish and other meats, and there was Swedish schnapps.
Those without Swedish ancestry, brough their foods too, it seemed everyone wanted to contribute. It seemed like every family brought enough food for themselves and three other families.
There was no seating, there wouldn't have been enough room anyway, so people stood around and ate, and ate, and ate. A typical Swedish pot-luck dinner.
Those of the Lutheran faith, who didn't stand during the service came up to the family to speak with Bill, and Chris, and the ever-present Willie. They all relayed similar stories of being out of cash and still being able to purchase food for their children. Those who hadn't needed that service commented about the positive changes to the store, removing junk food, and replacing it with fresh bread, meats, and vegetables.
`Refreshments' ended around 8 p.m. when no one could eat another bite. Pastor Davis announced the family would be leaving in a few minutes, and a late rush of well-wishers crowded around them. When they left the hall, large aluminum trays of leftovers followed them to Aaron's Suburban. Thank goodness the back seat was out. Bill, knowing he didn't have enough containers, had Aaron stop at K-Mart on the way home and bought as many Rubbermaid containers as they had.
The boys were tired of their suits. Each took a tray of food, dropping them in the kitchen, on their way to Bill's room. There, they removed them, and the layers under them. They would rather have to dash out to the car nude than be clothed another minute. And Bill made them do just that to get all the food and containers inside.
"Where am I going to put all this?" Debbie asked.
"I do have a freezer in the garage that's not plugged in. But you can also just put it outside, it'll freeze tonight. Low is going to be 18° with 3" of snow. All the adults pitched in packaging the food sent home. Each Rubbermaid container having the contents written on the top and side. Many containers had the same item it them, as entire trays of specialties were sent with them.
Overnight, the funeral home cremated Judy's body after transferring it out of the rental coffin. The ashes were placed in the urn Bill selected with her name now engraved on the side. It was transported to the cemetery Sunday morning.
Sunday morning Bill, Chris and Willie put on their suits again and drove out to the cemetery. The man from the cemetery carried the urn and accompanied them to the vault where Chris would place the urn. He handed the urn to Chris, then removed the front panel of the vault. It was a small opening slightly larger than the urn. Chris carefully placed it inside, then adjusted it so her name was perfectly aligned. The man stepped back up and replaced the cover. There was a brass plate on the cover with Judy's name. Willie placed a single rose in small vase next to the cover.
That was it, the service was complete. They had chosen to do this without a religious influence.
Sunday afternoon, Willie went home to his own apartment and his mom.
Events kept coming at the new family right and left. The funeral, then two days later, March 14th, a Monday, the hospital was allowing Dylan to go home.
Bill wanted it to be a private thing with just him, Chris and Dylan. The others understood and waited at home for the baby to arrive.
"It's gonna be fun having a baby brother running around the house nude together." Chris told Bill the on the way to the hospital from school.
"Oh no, that's not going to happen for about 2½ to 3 years. Maybe outside some when it gets warmer, but not inside till he's potty trained. Babies can't control themselves, that's why they wear diapers. Boys are slower to train, so it'll be closer to 3 years. You'll find out about that soon enough. You let him run around nude, and you're cleaning up the mess!"
When they arrived home, Dylan was handed over to a nude Jennifer, while Bill and Chris got undressed. everyone was excited to see him, Sean especially, since he hadn't been to the hospital. He was cute holding Dylan, no bigger than a doll and not much heavier. He was very proud of himself cuddling him and rocking him in his arms. Aaron had set up Bill's new camera on a tripod with a remote shutter release and had everyone pose with Sean in front holding Dylan. Dylan burped, bubbles coming out of his mouth and Sean couldn't give him back quick enough.
Bill and Chris posed, Bill holding Dylan. Then Chris holding him. Then Bill took his diaper off and they posed again holding Dylan so you could tell he was a boy. His first nude family photo.
Chris learned how to operate the camera, and it was always sitting out ready to take pictures. Only trouble with nude pictures was where to get them printed. Aaron offered his photographer in Corona. He would print any nude picture that wasn't pornographic. Bill began using Elliott's printing services.
Debbie and Sean stayed through March 19, a Saturday. They flew home on a Lear jet out of the airport just outside of town. She had to get Sean back to his school in California, he missed 8 days of classes, but had done homework every day to stay caught up.
Debbie's help was invaluable, keeping everyone fed and on a regular schedule. Letting them concentrate on baby feeding and care. Chris and Bill acclimated to the daily schedule of a truly helpless human.
The whole next week was a continued learning experience for Bill and Chris. But it accomplished the primary goal, to get Bill and Chris over the initial shock of becoming a parent and a big brother. Establishing routines, they both could perform, feedings, burping, bathing, holding, rocking, crying, (the baby, not Chris or Bill). Chris quickly learned about why a baby doesn't run around nude. He helped change the second diaper after bringing Dylan home. "How can such a small baby stink so MUCH!" But Chris volunteered to do Diaper Pail duty. Rinsing them and washing a load of baby laundry daily.
Bill, Aaron, and Jenifer took turns preparing meals. A lot of funeral leftovers were used for lunches and dinners that week.
Willie was at his home mostly during the week, but spent the weekends with Chris. When he was there, Chris taught him whatever new baby-related skill he had learned, and even made him help clean the diaper pail. They both learned how to feed him his bottle and what to do after. Bathing Dylan was Bill's task, washing him in the kitchen sink. It is amazing how slippery a wet soapy baby can be, to the point of being a danger to himself. But Chris and Willie got to do the various lotions after the bath on his changing mat on the floor, to keep his skin supple and soft. Bath and lotion time was the longest he went without a diaper. They learned the hard way to cover mount pee-pee as it was prone to go off like Old Faithful but without a specific schedule or any warning.
The McKinneys stayed another week and went home the following Saturday, the 26th. Again, a Lear jet was dispatched for the four of them. Spring break was the very next week, March 28 to April 1 with Easter on the 3rd. Willie spent almost the entire week with Chris since he was so involved with Dylan and really couldn't leave the house.
At 5 weeks old, when he should have been born the pediatrician graduated Dylan from Preemie to newborn status, 7 pounds 7 ounces.
At 6 weeks he crossed the 8-pound threshold and they switched to size 1 disposable diapers. Chris and Willie were relieved to be done with rinsing dirty cloth diapers.
At 9 weeks, when he should have only been 1 month old, he weighed 10 pounds 4 ounces. He was right on the growth track for a 1-month-old boy, except he was 5 weeks older.
Bill and Jenifer had frequent calls. She was checking up on the new dad and they'd discuss what might come next for Dylan. She called from Natural Arches on Memorial Day. She and Bill talked a while then Aaron took over. Aaron announced that Donny and Karen were getting married on June 11th and Aaron wanted Bill, that adorable little baby, Chris, and his shadow to attend.
Bill was naturally hesitant, traveling with a 14-week-old baby? Aaron convinced him when he mentioned it would be held at Natural Arches and that he would send the Lear Jet to get them. How could he say no?
Bill was still hesitant and Aaron threatened to hire a lawyer to sue for baby visitation rights. Bill laughed, and agreed to attend.
"Hey, speaking of lawyers, I told you Chris wanted me to adopt him, well, he's still pestering me to make that happen. He's already started using my last name at school. I need an adoption lawyer. I'm already his legal guardian through Judy's will and the concurrence of CPS, but he wants the same last name and same daddy as his brother."
"I'll call my business development lawyer and ask for an adoption lawyer recommendation. We'll get you a good one. You being single can complicate things, some jurisdictions don't like single men adopting, so we'll try and power through that.
"What do you mean, `power through'?"
"A good, high-power lawyer, one that judges are afraid of. Their mere presence can bend the will of the court to make things easier, like having Thurgood Marshall fight a traffic ticket for you. It's a little more expensive, but you can afford it."
"Isn't he on the Supreme Court?"
"Yes, an Associate Justice since 1967. You want his phone number?"
"Wait, how do you know I can afford him?"
"When you just showed up at Natural Arches, I had you checked out. You think I'm just going to let you waltz into my family, nude and unknown? Never can be, too careful.
"You were born in Ann Arbor, raised in Mt. Clemens, graduated from Macomb County Community College. Hired by the Chrysler Stamping plant as a design engineer. Moved to Sterling Heights, and worked there for 15 years. You developed a novel idea and patented it. Chrysler tried to claim intellectual property rights, but it wasn't related to your job at Chrysler and you beat them in court. Sold it to Ford, just to piss off Chrysler, I assume.
"Chrysler figured out a way to lay you off, and you pulled up stakes and landed in Hibbing, although I'll never know why. Your net worth is around $8 million in cash and you'll have residuals coming in till something better replaces your patent. Single, never married, no arrests.
"You're on the Board of Directors of the Mesabi Community Center and volunteer there 40 to 50 hours a week. You funded a diving board and platform for their indoor pool, their computer lab, and multiple other smaller projects. And you have taken 28 boys camping every summer ever since 1980 up in Canada.
"You own Miss Sally Merchandising, who owns the Dylan Community Market. Did I miss anything?"
"Yeah, that I trim my toenails on Friday nights."
"Nah, I just didn't dive that deep. Do you really?"
"No."
Two days later, Bill got a call from a lawyer specializing in adoption by single fathers. Even though he was in Los Angeles, he would be the Lawyer of Record for the proceedings. He would have a local lawyer do all the paperwork and file the petition since the adoption was in Minnesota. He guaranteed Bill, that his being single would never come up.
A few days after that, a kid who barely looked old enough to shave, introduced himself to Bill as his lawyer. Bill had to sign some documents that he brought by the house. Bill didn't hear anything else until July when he received a notice to appear for the adoption finalization. It was a private appearance in a judge's chambers at the county courthouse in Duluth. The ceremony took only a few minutes and Christopher Robin Ryan became Christopher Robin Foreman. They issued him a new birth-certificate and Social Security card.
There was one post-placement visit by the county adoption social worker verifying the quality of their home and of the care Chris was receiving. The very nice lady didn't catch them naked, the crunch of tires on the driveway gave away her approach, giving them time to dress. She checked the box and told them she had houses that actually needed to be checked on, so, she didn't see the need for another visit.
When Aaron had talked to Bill on their Memorial Day call, and invited him to the wedding, he also suggested another Christmas trip. Bill began the planning for that trip the same day. He wanted to do a longer trip, one for the entire Christmas break. The question was how to handle Willie's mother. Pam was a practicing naturist inside their two homes or even occasionally in Bill's backyard, so that wasn't the problem. The problem was Pam, her job, Charles, Willie and Christmas. You just don't take a boy away from his mother over Christmas.
In a follow-up call, Aaron offered the final solution, he'd send a jet to pick her up whenever she was ready to come, and would fly her back whenever she needed to get back to work. That way, she could spend Christmas with her sons. Charles and Willie could come to Natural Arches with Bill, Chris, and Dylan. Whom he also offered to fly down as well.
When Bill relayed the offer, Pam surprised him by immediately agreeing to the plan. She could schedule herself off for a few days just as Judy had done the prior year. She got out a calendar and looked at dates. The school would be closed from Wed Dec 21 through Jan 2, 13 days. Bill did some verbal arm-twisting and talked her into letting Charles and Willie take the 19th and 20th off as well allowing them to fly down on Dec, 17. Giving them a total of 17 days. Pam agreed. Then she planned her days off, with Christmas being a Sunday, she would fly down on the 22nd, a Thursday and home on the 27th, a Tuesday in time for an afternoon shift. She could then give the assistant managers who relieved her, time off over New Years and she wouldn't mind the extra shifts knowing Charles and Willie were with Chris, Dylan, and Mr. Bill. She could spend 5 nights with her sons over Christmas, Charles and Willie could go to Natural Arches with Chris, and she would get to broaden her world of naturism. It was a done deal; Bill reserved a mobile home near the McKinney's arriving on Dec 17th departing on the 2nd.
Bill packed up all the baby things he would need for 4 days at Natural Arches and the four of them, took the jet to Corona Municipal Airport just 15 miles north of Natural Arches. Suitcases were transferred to the waiting camp van, and they were delivered to the Hang-Out where they were assigned one of the guest rooms, Bill and Dylan took the bottom bunk; Chris and Willie the top bed together. But were warned the other two beds were also assigned.
The Zee family was there too, in the second guest room, the four of them, taking three beds, leaving one queen open.
The entire Washington Clan all arrived and stayed in another single-wide mobile home near the McKinney home. George and Martha, their son and daughter-in-law Todd & Rose and their children Alice and Archie, their daughter and son-in-law Mary & Jeff, and their twins John and Eliza. The last two Bill, Chris and Willie met over Christmas last year.
Jeff and Rose who had married into the clan weren't avid naturists. They rarely came to Natural Arches except for special occasions. They were nude for the wedding and in some of the photos, but you were just as likely to see Todd wearing shorts, and Rose with a light cover over her shoulders that covered her butt, which was usually covered in lace panties. She showed a lot of cleavage, but didn't show everything. She was giving it her best.
Donald and Karen and a few friends from school all arrived in an executive jet from San Jose. Their friends would stay in another rented mobile home.
A giant white tent was erected before the weekend guests arrived. The tent, signaling to everyone arriving through the main entrance, that something was up. Many people remembered Aaron and Jenifer's wedding a few years back, those that had attended were not surprised to hear that Donny and Karen were getting married that Saturday.
Donald and Karen's weddings was very similar to Aaron and Jenifer's, although they didn't do the clothing removal at the altar. Karen was escorted by her father, Aaron down the aisle. She wore only a long trailing veil. Her bridesmaids, wore necklaces of fresh flowers, Donald's best man was his little `brother' Sean. They, and the groomsmen wore white collars with black bow ties, reminiscent of the Chippendale dancers.
Michael and Ashley were ring bearer and flower girl, but at their ages, Grandma and Grampa McKinney had to guide them up the aisle to perform their duties.
When the ceremony ended, everyone moved to the recreation center for the cake cutting. While they were there, the tent, which was only half full with the chairs arranged in rows, was filled by the staff, by adding tables and placing the chairs around them so that 300 could sit and eat hors d'oeuvres for dinner. The finger foods served were the same style and quantity as Aaron and Jenifer's wedding, and served buffet style. If anyone left hungry, it was their own fault.
Or sober either, the beer wagon was back, as a self-serve station. Wine, and basic mixed drinks were served by a bartender. All of it was free to any Natural Arches guest that day.
Dylan was a popular attraction in the Community Center always there with Bill. Bill even allowed boys and girls learn how to change a baby's diaper, sometimes, even if it didn't need to be changed. If a child showed interest, Bill fostered that learning moment. A week after returning from Natural Arches, Dylan now 15 weeks old, was packed up again and taken to his first summer at Whitefish Bay.
Bill elected to drive this year with all the extra baby stuff and that allowed for an additional 4 boys to go to camp; one took Bill's place on the bus and three went in his car along with Dylan. Chris and Willie, were 2 of those 3 and rode with Dylan in Bill's back seat. Raj sat in front.
The liver & onions lunch plate wasn't on the Mesabi menu at the lunch stop this year.
Bill and Ralph traded roles this year, Ralph officially became the Camp leader, Bill the assistant to make it easier on Bill.
Bill and Ralph complemented each other to the point it didn't matter who was lead or assistant. They got things done together.
Bill disassembled the second bed in his tent-cabin and replaced it with a crib and a portable dressing table.
The counselor-in-training this year turned out to be Randy's younger brother, Jacob just 16. Randy had turned 18 and was now a paid counselor running the waterfront.
When it was time for the camp tour, Bill wrapped Dylan up in the baby carrier and slung the diaper bag over his shoulder like an old pro.
When it came to the overnight canoe trip and the horse trip, Bill stayed in the main camp and Randy and Jacob took his place on the overnight. It was the only accommodation the camp had to make because of Dylan.
Eddie was back as a 16-year-old camper. Ralph smuggled his Anschutz Match 54 Target rifle and competition grade ammunition into Canada so he would have a decent rifle this year. He shot every day with Ralph coaching as much as his schedule would allow. With the target rifle and better ammo, his scores spiked. He completed Sharpshooter award, and the nine bars that hang below it. Then Expert award. Three days before camp was over, he completed Distinguished Expert. The highest junior award for 50-foot 22 caliber rifle. The same award Ralph had earned as a youth. Ralph stowed his rifle in its case, camouflaged it inside three rolled up sleeping bags, and smuggled it back into the U.S.
In all the years of attending this camp, they had never been inspected at a border crossing and their record stayed intact.
Chris again had his birthday during camp, turning 14 on June 21st. Not one kid ran across poison ivy. Although, there were losers at strip poker that had to face consequences. Chris being one of them, but he lost on purpose just to prove to a tent of 12-year-old first time campers, that he wasn't afraid to be nude. He eventually had the whole tent nude and walking back and forth to the outhouse nude as well.
With the same rules as last year, and more repeat kids than new ones, nudity around camp was as common as trees. Chris and Willie leading the way for the three tents of first-time campers.
Every kid was given a chance to feed Dylan. Every kid was given a chance to change Dylan's diaper. Some boys had younger or baby brothers themselves and did it naturally. For others it was their first time and were almost as afraid of breaking the small child as Willie had been the first time he held him in the hospital. Dylan seemed to enjoy having so many nursemaids feeding and caring for him. One tent invited Dylan for a sleepover in their tent, but Mr. Bill declined on his behalf, telling them to ask again next year and he'd seriously consider it.
Chris visited his soon-to-be dad's tent frequently, staying overnight several times. The boys knew there was only one bed in there, so Chris was obviously sleeping with his dad those nights. Some boys were jealous of Chris for that.
At their final campfire, Dylan got a certificate from the staff for being The Youngest Camper Ever at Camp Whitefish. The boys had tried to vote Dylan for the "The Spirit of Camp Whitefish' award, but Bill voided it and made them revote for someone over the age of 2. Mikey earned it this year, he deserved it.
Surviving in the wilderness with a 15-week-old baby, gave Bill all the confidence he needed to know he could raise a baby.
Pam expanded her naturist tendencies at the 4th of July barbeque as she joined her sons, her boss, and her boss' sons, nude outside of a house or apartment for more than just a second or two. Yes, even Dylan was allowed to forgo his diaper in lieu of sunscreen. Bill's back yard was a safe environment for nudism, and she enjoyed the sun on all her skin the whole day until they dressed to go watch the fireworks at the Mesabi Mine overlook. She was as fast as the boys to remove them when they came back home.
Since bringing Dylan home, Bill, Chris and Willie adjusted their pre-baby routines to now include Dylan's needs into their daily lives. It was a constant change as Dylan's needs changed.
There were almost daily trips to the Community Center where Bill converted a portion of his office into a baby center. Complete with a playpen, changing pad, diaper storage, and diaper pail for the used ones, which he took home every night, saving the cleaning crew an unpleasant task. Chris and Wille resumed their old activities, volunteering with the younger children's swimming lessons and craft classes, occasionally babysitting Dylan when Bill had a class, generally playing with friends, swimming, and fucking and being fucked by his close friends up on the third floor. Wait, forget that last part, no one's supposed to know about the third floor.
July was also when Chris' adoption became final. An adoption in only two months is an unheard-of rarity. It really does help to have a powerful lawyer.
In late-July Bill got a phone call from a clerk in the probate court's office. He explained he had been tasked to find an administrator to settle the estate of Judy Ryan. "I understand you have a relationship with her adolescent son?"
"Yeah, you could say that, I just adopted him. It was finalized July 8th.
"Oh, wait, I saw something. . ." Bill could hear him shuffling through some papers. "Here it is, found it. A court petition to adopt Christopher Ryan."
"Yeah, that's us, you're just a little behind, the adoption is already final."
"I understand, I just don't have that paperwork yet, hasn't made it through the system, you know. Well, let's assume it's out there somewhere and will eventually reach me."
"Or you could go get it." Bill offered. "It was finalized at the courthouse in Duluth.
"Yes, quite right, that's where our office is as well.
"So, it appears I have the proper person. Ms. Ryan had no adult heirs, or relatives to act as executor, which leaves you as an interested party. The court would like to appoint you as the administrator of her estate."
"Fine, what do I have to do?"
"You'll receive court appointed power of attorney which will allow you to close out all her accounts, pay off any debts, sell or dispose of any assets and turn the proceeds over to her son, Christopher Ryan"
"Who is now Christopher Foreman"
"Yes, as long as you have proof of that."
"I do, you're the one who doesn't."
"Yes sorry, I'm a bit behind you. Is this a responsibility you'd be willing to accept?"
"Well, I've already paid for her funeral, have certified copies of her death certificate, closed out her apartment, and adopted her son. I guess I can do whatever is left. Sure, I accept." Bill couldn't help but be a little condescending.
"Thank you, I had to ask, legally required, you know. Our records indicate she had a bank and checking account, and one credit card. You'll need to use your power of attorney to close those accounts. There are a couple other legal requirements outlined along with a check list that comes in the package you will be receiving from the court. Follow that and return the forms requested and you should be able to finish up everything in a few weeks.
"Thank you very much Mr. Foreman not all my administrator searches are a tidy as this one. My office number will be in the package you receive, use it if you need some guidance. Any questions for me?"
"Not that I can think of."
"Thank you again Mr. Foreman and have a good day!"
`Where could her credit card be?' Bill wondered. Then it struck him, her purse. He hadn't seen her purse. He wasn't allowed inside the store that day, didn't see it at the hospital, so it must still be inside the store.
Bill called the store. "Dylan Neighborhood Market, Pamela speaking, how can I help you?"
"Hi Pam, first time I've ever called the market."
"Oh, hi Bill, is everything ok?"
"Yeah, everything is fine. I was wondering, is Judy's purse in the store somewhere?"
"Uuumm, I can't remember seeing it anywhere, let me transfer you to the office." The line went quiet for over a minute, then was picked up. "Sorry had to help a customer. Let me look for it a minute." Bill could hear the wooden desk drawers open and close, them the metallic sounds of filing cabinets. "I got it, it was in the file cabinet. Shall I bring it by after my shift?"
"Would you please, I'll let you and your son have dinner with Chris if you do. I've been named administrator over Judy's estate. And her credit card is missing."
"Aaah, it's in here, in her wallet. We'll be at your place by 5:00. What's for dinner?"
"Swedish, something, we'll see what I find in the freezer. See you then." Bill said hanging up.
August 2nd was Willie's 14th birthday. His mom worked the day shift that Monday and joined him at Bill's house after her shift. They held an extended family barbeque/birthday on Bill's patio, nothing close to his 13th party last year. Bill did take them to the go-cart track on Sunday in preparation for his 14th.
With the package from the probate office, came the power of attorney Bill needed to dispose of Judy's car, close her checking account and move her savings over to Chris' new account.
Her car was still parked behind the store. Using the keys from her purse, he moved it around front and put a `For Sale' sign on it. It wasn't a great car, but it ran, and it sold quickly. More cash for Chris' new bank account.
Everything he had to do was simple and he was able to finish the checklist in a few weeks.
The back-to-school sales were everywhere, and Bill looked at his nude son. "Go upstairs and bring down one set of clothes that you would be wearing to school next week. Chris looked at him like he was crazier than normal but ran up to his room to comply and brought them down.
"OK, get dressed." Chris pulled on a pair of underwear. They fit ok, tighter than when they were purchased, but still wearable. He added his jeans and Chris had to suck in his stomach to button them, and when he did, they were too short. Next, a flannel shirt went up in the air and over his shoulders, his arms snaked through the sleeves and he buttoned it. It was a tight fit.
"You've grown. You need some new school clothes, we're going shopping." Bill, Chris, and Dylan went to K-Mart. New jeans and flannel shirts replaced his current stock. Bill appreciated having the stroller for Dylan. They brought home the new clothes and Chris cleaned out his closets and drawers of clothes too small. "You know, Willie hasn't grown as much as I have, so he's now even smaller than me, I'll bet he'd fit in this stuff," Chris suggested.
"Call him, see if he wants them."
Willie gladly accepted the hand-me-down clothes he sometime borrowed.
Chris and Willie started the 9th grade at Hibbing High.
In late October Bill introduced Dylan to the joys of mashed banana then puréed peas, and eventually, puréed meats. In September Bill moved Dylan into the nursery. The rocking chair had been a hit with all four of them, Bill used it extensively while feeding or soothing Dylan, Chris could be found sometime just holding Dylan rocking away and talking to him. Dylan certainly enjoyed being rocked. And Chris and Willie liked the rocker for another reason, they called it their fucking chair. One would sit in the chair, the other in his lap with the bottom's penis up his butt. The rocking motion provided all the in-and-out motion required to produce wonderful zero-effort orgasms.
Once they decided to see how many times they could cum that way. After each ejaculation, they would trade places and rock again. They made it to eight, four each, before giving up. Took them over an hour.
The boys always enjoyed holding Dylan. Babies have a habit of grasping things and holding them. Dylan was doing that too, and Chris would let him hold his penis in his little hand. He didn't do anything beyond that, just held it. Chris would get hard as his hand naturally squeezed and moved over the silky skin. Then he showed Willie, and now it's constant.
At Thanksgiving, Pam and Willie came over to Bill's for dinner. Charles had been invited too, but an invitation to his girlfriend's house proved too hard to pass. Pam announced that Charles had asked his girlfriend to marry him, and she said yes. They weren't going to marry till after graduation, but that did eliminate him from going to Natural Arches with his mom, and Chris over Christmas.
Willie had suspected something was up, Charles hadn't made love to him in over a month.
2 more chapters to go. . .
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