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December 1988
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By the time Christmas rolled around Dylan was almost 10-months-old already, and Bill was preparing him for his second trip to Southern California.
This year, Steve Zee, his wife Susan, and sons Tim now 17 and Tom 18 are going to be at Natural Arches as well, they're going out after school lets out on the 20th and departing on the 2nd like everyone else. They'll be staying in the Mini-Suite in The Hang-Out.
Oxford Hall was sending 5 boys and 3 girls, whose parents were abandoning them for a stay at a location that was more important to them than spending Christmas with their children. Aaron and Jenifer enjoyed taking in these strays or orphans as they were sometimes called. They had done this each year since their son Donny started attended school there in 1982. That first year, the school catered their food for them, and loaned them their van. This year, they are giving the McKinneys $2,000 per student, which was paid by the parents, for the privilege of dumping their child.
The school van will bring them out after the last class which this year was the 20th, and pick them up, on the 2nd. The 8 would take one complete guest room, and the two upper bunks in the second guest room.
As always, George and Martha Washington would drive out on the 17th and stay in cabin 3. Their twin grandchildren would arrive with Steve on the 21st. All four would go back to Long Beach the morning of Dec 24th, to spend Christmas with their family, and return the morning of the 26th staying to Jan 2nd.
Karen and Donald McKinney, would be down from Portola Valley for just a few days, they would arrive on the 23rd, stay in the guest room with Debbie, Sean, and two of the strays, and leave early on the 30th. Donald's schedule was the driving force behind their short stay. He was finding medical school challenging, not intellectually, but physically. Donald, still only 20, (and a certified genius), completed his undergrad degree, and has just started medical school. Karen, his older sister at 21, and now his wife, is still taking undergrad classes.
Those first few days at Natural Arches were very quiet and relaxing. Just Aaron, Jenifer, Michael, Ashley, Debbie, Sean, George, Martha, Bill, Chris, Dylan, and Willie. The weekend attendance was low, because many people were waiting until the schools let out on Tuesday.
Bill and Dylan, spent a lot of time with Aaron and George, mostly on the front porch of The Hang-Out. Martha would `Hang-Out' with Jenifer and Debbie and fuss over Michael and Ashley. Chris and Willie, spent their time out in the park with Sean.
When not Hanging Out, Bill and Dylan roamed the park with Chris and Willie. Throwing knives and axes with Dylan on his opposite hip. Or handing him off to one of the boys while putting on the miniature golf course. It would have been much easier if he'd brought Dylan's stroller.
Each morning Debbie served coffee in the kitchen and they'd take it to the front porch of the Hang-Out to enjoy the rising sun as it warmed their chilled bodies. They would sit there and talk, learning more about each other's backgrounds, each telling the other less than everything. But still telling a good story, but carefully leaving out certain details of the story.
This year, Aaron told the almost unbelievable story of how Aaron came to meet Karen when she was only 12, and then how Jenifer barged into his life, almost causing a heart attack.
He explained in more detail how Karen and he educated Donny, when he came into his life when he was 13. Then learned he was Donny's father from a liaison at a frat party after his single mother was killed in an industrial accident at the hotel where she worked.
His told Bill about winning $15 million in the lottery, and moving to Laguna and going into business with Steve, the man who built his house.
(Some of the revelations Aaron told Bill were well-practiced lies for specific reasons. The complete stories and the truth behind the lies are in Would You Take My Son on Nifty.)
Bill didn't dwell on his time in Detroit, but told more of his life in Hibbing volunteering at the Community Center, summer camp each year, then the story of Dylan's first year at camp.
He brought George up to date, admitting that he got Chris' mom pregnant (also an well-practiced lie), then her being killed in an armed robbery, and how the baby's life was saved by the heroics of Judy. He had heard most of that from Aaron, but Bill filled in missing details.
Bill already considered Aaron a good friend. The more they talked, the more interested Bill became in seeing some of what he and Steve had done together. Finally, Bill said, "Your home sounds absolutely stunning, I'd love to see it and maybe the other homes you've built."
"Well, we can make that happen, it's less than 50 miles away and under an hour with good traffic. We can go tomorrow, if you want," Aaron replied.
"I'd like Chris and Willie to see it to, if that's ok?"
"Sure! We can make a day of it, even let them swim in the ocean on a private nude beach while we're there. Just don't tell them, we'll make it a surprise. And if yours go, Sean will just have to go along as well. He loves your boys. At least he loves their dicks from what I hear."
"Well, credit where credit's due, they are nice boys, it's not JUST their dicks. Although they do know how to use them."
"And they learned from a master," Aaron complemented Bill.
"Well, I wouldn't say that." Bill replied still being a little modest. Aaron already knows Bill has sex with his Chris and Willie every morning they're together.
When they went in for Debbie's wonderful breakfast, Aaron told his wife he was taking Bill, Dylan, Chris, and Willie to Laguna Beach to show them around.
"I wanna go too, Sean immediately said, reserving his place in the Suburban.
"Told, ya," Aaron said to Bill.
"Since you're just going for the day, why don't you leave Dylan with me?" Jenifer offered.
"Thanks, I'll take you up on that," Bill quickly accepted her offer. Bill was at the point where a day away from baby care was a welcome respite. But he would miss his little boy, a little.
They would be leaving the next morning. The schools would be out and traffic would be lighter. Aaron called Steve to let him know they would be arriving at his place around 9:00.
That evening, about 5:30, an Oxford Hall 15-passenger van arrived in the Hang-Out's driveway. Aaron and Jenifer went out to greet the students as they exited the van. Bill went along just to watch their reactions, taking Dylan with him. He stood off to the side.
Aaron and Jenifer stood proudly side-by-side at the top of the front steps towering over them. Sean stood to his other side. "I'm Aaron McKinney and this is my wife Jenifer, welcome to the Hang-Out. If you were wondering what it would be like at a family nudism camp, well this is it. I'd like to introduce Sean; he's going to help get you settled in.
Sean took charge, with Chris and Willie as his backup. "Why are you all still wearing clothes? Chad, you know better. This is a naturist resort, we don't wear clothes around here, the little nude boy informed the new arrivals.
"Geeze, give us a chance to get to our room first, Sean," Chad replied. He had been here last year. He was orphaned again.
"Ok, grab your stuff, I'll show you where you're staying." Sean ordered. The 14- to 16-year-old kids, obeyed the 12-year-old. They each had a small bag with clothing they had been told they would or might need, and followed the bossy kid.
He took them to the first guest room. "Six of you will be in here." Sean told them.
"There's only four beds," one complained.
"The bottom bunk is a queen bed, two of you can sleep on each one. That, or two of you can sleep on the floor," he said, not taking any of their shit. He walked towards the back, "This is the bathroom these two rooms share. But Aaron or Jenifer may let you use the one in their room. You should ask first. Back here is the second guest room. Two of you can have the top bunks in here." Sean offered. One bottom bunk obviously already taken. "Debbie and Sean are sleeping there."
"How about that bottom one?"
"Reserved for my older brother and sister. They'll be here the 23rd, so yeah, I guess it would be ok, for two nights, but you'll have to change the sheets the day they arrive." Beds were claimed, with their bags tossed on top, clothes came off next as Sean, Chris, and Willie watched.
"This ain't no floor-show, one of the girls complained of the three nude boys watching."
But Sean had a comeback for everything, "Get over yourself, you ain't got nothing I haven't already seen, tasted, or put my dick into. I'm waiting to introduce you to the most important person in the Hang-Out."
"Didn't we meet them outside?"
"Nah, that's Aaron and Jenifer, they just own this place."
For one of the girls, it was her first time in a nudist environment and was having trouble taking everything off. Sean showed her, his soft side, "It's ok if you don't want to take off everything right now. Take off as much as you feel comfortable, you'll get used to it, in a few hours." The girl threw a sleep shirt over her head, then removed her panties from underneath, leaving only the shirt. She was trying.
"By the way, lubricant and condoms are in the drawer of the bedside tables. You can put your extra clothes in the dressers, extra sheets and stuff are in the bottom drawer. We have a washer and dryer for when you mess up the sheets, so just ask and someone will show you how to use them.
"Ok, let's go," Sean ordered. He walked them out to the kitchen. "THIS, is the most important person in the Hang-Out. This is my mom; she prefers you call her Debbie. She makes sure everything here runs smoothly. She's the person who will be feeding you for the next 12 days, so be nice to her.
"Hello guys. Hi Chad, nice to see you again. I hope you weren't too intimidated by my son; he's been a naturist since he was out of diapers, and he's been dealing with students like you from Oxford Hall since 1982 when he was 5 and the McKinney's son was a student there."
"Wait, are you talking about Donny McKinney?"
"Yes, that's Aaron and Jenifer's son."
"Whoa, the dude's a legend at school."
"Well then, you'll get to meet a legend on Thursday."
Debbie went on explaining how meals worked, that at some meals there might be as many as 30 people from 3 different accommodations, and that dinner tonight would be in an hour when the pizza arrived.
There were only 19 for dinner that night, with plenty of pizza to go around.
Aaron, Bill, and the three boys took off early, Debbie providing travel food, breakfast burritos, with coffee, or hot chocolate to go. The two adults in front, the three boys in the back. The adults that stayed behind, and the Oxford kids all got breakfast burritos that morning too, the babies got plates with what was inside the burritos. Even Dylan, who was now starting to eat things like scrambled eggs.
It took less than an hour before Aaron stopped in front of a house on Seacliff Drive. "This is Steve's place, they're packing, getting ready to leave for Natural Arches, wanna see it?" Aaron asked.
"Sure, that's why we're here." The house looked small from the street. Steve answered the door, and took them on the tour. "This is a smaller house, 3 beds, 4 baths, 2,363 square feet. We took the smaller lot for the better view."
The entry level, or top floor, had a stairway down just inside the entrance then it opened to a combination living room, kitchen, and a dining room. The dining and living rooms were against the wall of windows that covered the side of the house facing the ocean. The kitchen was separated from the living room with stools along an island. So, it was really one big open space.
Down one level was the primary suite and the guest room. The primary suite was large, open, and spacious, with a king bed, comfortable high-back chairs, TV, bath with sinks on adjoining walls, and a walk-in shower 8 feet long and 4 feet wide. The sliding doors opened to a portico enclosed patio that stretched across the entire house. They went out to look at the view. "That sand down there is my beach. My property line runs from the cliff, to the rocks jutting out into the ocean. Ok, everything past the base of the cliff, is a technically a public beach, but it's right below me and I can look at it whenever I want, so that makes it mine!
"That's Aarons house out there," he pointed.
"Oh, man you gave it away," Aaron complained.
"Woah," was the collective gasp from the visitors.
The house he pointed at was a magnificent building, four levels, street level entry, one up, and two down. But they hadn't seen anything yet.
Steve continued the tour going down another level, there were the other two bedrooms, each with their own baths, and looking out onto a large exposed patio. Built-in everything, barbeque, fridge, and oven. This is the entertainment level.
"Come on. Let's go see Aaron's house, since I gave it away already."
Aaron drove while the rest walked the short distance down to the McKinney's house. 50 yards down Seacliff Drive Steve had them look back for a great view of his house. "Over here," Steve said directing their attention to the opposite side of the road, "is one of our current projects." Aaron was ahead of them and stopped in front of a control panel, where he keyed in a security code. The gate across the driveway ahead of them, swung open revealing the driveway split.
As we walked through the open gate, Steve explained, "On our left, is our corporate lawyer and real estate broker, Tommy Patterson. He's the one who found your adoption lawyer, Bill." They took the drive to the right where Aaron was waiting for them in front of the garage. Everyone followed Aaron to the front door. "Before we go in, I want to make one thing perfectly clear. I can take no credit for this house. I only bought it. Jenifer and a friend decorated it. Steve and his crew get the most credit, they built it!"
He led them inside. Immediately to their left was an ornately carved, folding Chinese privacy screen. Aaron casually mentioned it was 600-years-old. Behind it, was a glass wall and sliding doors that opened to the pool, the only pool on Seacliff Drive. Beyond that the living room. Past the garage interior wall, the room opened into Debbie's domain, the kitchen and dining room. Off the living room, was Aaron's office. A hall led back to a restroom and the master suite with floor to ceiling glass that looked out onto the ocean as far as you could see. A panel of that glass was a hidden sliding door, that opened to a patio that ran across the width of the building. A jacuzzi was out on the patio on this level. They went back inside and took the stairs upward. Two matching bedrooms, on either side of the stairs, commanded the same view as the master suite below them, one was occupied by Debbie. Three more smaller bedrooms were on this level as well, but those overlooked the driveway.
(You can see the actual house that inspired this description on Google Maps Street View. There were no interior images available, so I made up everything about the inside.)
They went down two levels, there they found the family room, a theater, and the laundry room. Outside the family room was another, larger patio, this one intended for entertaining easily up to 30 guests with a barbeque and a built-in bar. Aaron pointed out all the patios are connected by stairs as well, and to get to the next level they would need to take one.
"This is where I live," Sean proudly stated. "I tried living in the big house, but I missed the sound of the waves and the view."
Sean's apartment was separate from the house. It was built into the very rock the house sat on. It was small, with a large picture window and a door that opened to Sean's living room. The other rooms were a bedroom, bath, and kitchen/dinette. His mom had lived here with him till Karen left for college. Now Sean lived here alone. His own, small separate living space at 12-years-old. He didn't use the kitchen; he ate with the family in the house. His `apartment' was connected to the main house through an intercom system.
The total was 4,800 sq. ft. 6 bedrooms, 5.5 bathrooms plus Sean's apartment which would add another 350 sq. ft. and a bedroom and a bath.
"Wanna see our project house?" Aaron asked.
They went back outside and walked just up the street to the project he pointed out on their way to the house. "I'll let Steve show you this, he's the builder, I'm just the business manager."
It looked smaller than Tommy Patterson's house, but his went up one story making it appear larger. Steve took them into the in-work house through the front door. The amount of space this would have, became obvious the minute they entered. But inside nothing was finished.
"You may have noticed several empty lots on Seacliff Drive, well Million Dollar Homes owns them all. If we need work, we can bring our crews here and keep them busy. All our crews are down in San Clemente building several houses in a small development. When they're not busy, we'll have them back here and finish this place. Anyway, you can see the kitchen will be over there, behind the garage. It's still subject to the island the buyer wants. It can stay open to the rest of the floor, or be walled off if they prefer, the master suite is envisioned over that way. All this space could be used as the buyer wishes, dining room, living room or family room, bar, whatever. Those kinds of changes are still possible at this stage."
They went down one level. "The upper level sits on top of the cliff at the street elevation. This level sits on a step in the cliff, so this wall right behind us is the rock. It's under us too. To get enough room, the entire floor is cantilevered out over the cliff edge, just like the upper floor. The plan is to have up to 5 rooms on this level. Bedrooms, theater, family room, whatever. Most of the rooms will be connected by a single patio. The theater, laundry, and storage rooms won't even have windows. They walked out to the edge of the slab where the patio is, and looked out. The view straight out was to the south east right down Totuava Beach. Looking to the right, or south was the Pacific Ocean. To the left was the Laguna Lido Apartment complex. 5 stories high, built right on the sand, and another 3 stories on the cliff above, not the greatest view. They could also look straight down to the sand below them.
They went down another level. "This stairway had to be cut out of the rock to leave room for this floor, again plenty of space, we just haven't decided what to make out of it. We have several possible designs. But as I said, we aren't working on it right now, so we have time. Total square footage should be about 5,800."
"What do you think Bill, want to move to Laguna Beach? We can make you a hell of a deal on this place." Aaron offered.
"What's the sale price of this place going to be Steve?" Aaron asked.
"The way prices are going, the longer we take to finish it, the higher the price will be. The value of the houses in this area are going up $2,000 a month. But if it were finished and sold today, I would say, somewhere between 1.7 or 1.8 million."
"Steve, What's our break-even?"
"Isn't the business side yours and Tommy's specialty?"
"Yeah, but I want Bill to hear the builder's opinion, not a salesman pulling something out of his ass."
"Ok, maybe .8 or .9. Depends on features we add. We got a hell of a deal on the land. Mr. Business Manager over there, used our nude children to coerce the owner to sell us 20 lots for $2,000,000." Steve said.
"We could let you have this house for our break-even price." Aaron offered. "Ready to move to sunny California? I would like to remind you, today is December 21st, you're wearing shorts, and it's 82° on the beach."
Both Aaron and Steve had the authority to sell any house at any price without the other's consent if their investment was covered. Steve was a bit surprised at Aaron's offer to Bill, but he was ok with it, Bill was an ok guy. He didn't know him as well as Aaron did yet.
"Hey if you're moving here, you have to bring me with you." Willie demanded to Chris. But Bill heard him too.
"That sounds like a great offer, but I don't know." Bill replied.
"Ok, no pressure. Hey boys, what do you say we go out on Steve's private beach?"
"Yeah!" All three said in unison.
The route from Aaron's house to the beach was a bit cumbersome, they had to go up Seacliff, then access the stairs through the Ledo Apartments garage entrance, which then led to the beach. They worked their way down the stairs, then went through a natural archway under Aaron's driveway to Steve's Beach. Aaron suggested the boys try swimming in the ocean, Sean had done this many times and began taking his clothes off, the other two complained they hadn't brought suits, until they noticed Sean and got the idea. The rest of them took their clothes off as well, and sat on the sand. Bill thought to himself, `I'm on a beach, nude, on Dec 21st, the first fucking day of winter! And its 82°. Aaron is still trying to sell me that house without saying a word to me. The bastard, he's not playing fair.'
Bill looked over at him with something like a snarl on his face. Aaron noticed, "What?" he asked, shrugging his shoulders.
"You're doing this on purpose, turning my own boys against me."
"Yes! Yes, I am! Is it working?" Bill didn't answer, he just looked out at the three nude boys playing at the water's edge dodging the incoming waves. He couldn't take his eyes off Chris or Willie.
"Ok boy's time to get out of the water." Aaron finally called, "come sit with us and let the sun dry you off, we forgot towels, again."
So, they went from having wet boys, to having wet boys covered in sand, from their butts to their toes. They did dry and some of the sand was removed, but not very effectively. "You boys need the shower. Just grab your clothes for now and we'll head on back," Aaron suggested.
"Won't someone complain about the boys running around dressed like that?" Bill asked.
"Nah." Steve replied. "They could, I guess, but no one ever has. My boys have been running up and down Seacliff Drive nude ever since I built the pool at Aaron's house seven years ago. If someone did, I don't think the local police would bother taking a report. We're not the only ones who use my secluded cove as a nude beach."
The whole way back, taking the route in reverse, Bill would catch himself looking up at the unfinished house, imagining what it would look like finished. The tall glass windows and doors, the patio across the main floor, him on that patio, barbecuing on a built-in grill. Then he'd look ahead and see the three boys carrying their clothes with their nude butts hanging out.
Aaron noticed Bill looking.
As they walked into Aaron's house the boys followed Sean, directly into the shower inside the pool area. They got the sand off before jumping in the pool.
"For the right buyer, they would have unlimited access to this pool as well. Of course, they'd have to be naturists. Only Debbie wears a suit while swimming."
The men were going to sit in the living room, till Bill spotted his elaborate office, and they moved in there while the kids played in the pool.
"This is the business office of Million Dollar Homes," Aaron stated welcoming Bill to the office, they took seats and could still watch the boys in the pool.
"These are nice," Bill said referring to some encased Chinese pottery. "Are they real?"
"Oh, shit, you had to ask?" Steve complained.
"What?" Aaron asked, again feigning ignorance.
"You have any idea how many times I've heard the story you're about to tell?" he told Bill.
"Ok, I'll make it the short version."
"Once upon a time," he started slowly, then switched to the short mode.
"Took Donny and Karen to breakfast; noticed a yard sale; bought everything in the yard, then bought the contents of the house, then bought the cars, then bought the house, and the yard, and all the surrounding property; discovered Chinese pottery. . ."
Out at the pool, a second shower had washed off the chlorine. From a stack of clean towels, the boys each grabbed one, drying off, but not bothering to put their clothes back on. They joined the men in the office each climbing into a lap. "What? You want some butt time?" Aaron asked Sean. He nodded and wiggled his butt in Aaron's lap. Aaron reached to his desk and pulled out a tube of lubricant. Sean worked on his belt and button of his shorts. When they were loose, he worked them under Sean and over his knees. The other two men couldn't see it but Aaron's dick was hard as the boy spread the lubricant over it.
Aaron already knew Bill was gay and a boy-lover, this was just Aaron allowing Bill to see his boy-loving side, and to make a statement to each other that both adults were ok with each other.
"Toss it!" Chris demanded holding out his hands, and the tube sailed through the air. He caught it then started working on his dad's shorts.
Aaron picked up Sean turning him around, so his hard 11-year-old dick pointed towards the other men, and raised him up. Everyone, except Sean could now see Aaron's hard cock as it eased into Sean's rectum as he lowered the boy on it. It went in easily, obviously a well-practiced hole.
Bill's pants were loosened, and he followed Aaron's lead, pushing them to the floor.
Willie also, started working on Steve's pants. "When you're done with it, Chris," he said, asking for the lube.
Chris spread the lube over his dad's glans and shaft, then tossed the tube to Willie. He helped his dad by turning around and partially standing on the chair. Bill directed his butt to his cock as Chris bent his knees, he slid up in Chris' ass. Chris settled to the bottom with a satisfied moan.
Steve was looking to Bill for permission. Bill said, "It's his decision. And yours, if you want it." Steve pushed his shorts down as well and Willie went to work lubricating him.
Steve, like Aaron had done, picked up Willie and set him on top of his dick. Willie's anus opened, he wiggled once and dropped the length of Steve's dick in one motion.
Each boy, from instinct and practice, leaned back into the chest of the man, who's dick was in him and accepted the arms that wrapped them in an embrace.
"Ok, where was I," Aaron asked.
"You discovered the pottery." Steve said.
"Yeah, the owner was a doctor who treated the poor, and took chicken, eggs or whatever in trade for treatment. A lot of it was pottery brought from China by the people he treated.
"Anyway, we found and cataloged 1724 pieces. They were estimated to be worth $74 million. Some were sold at auction by the Los Angeles Museum of Fine Art to curate the collection, where it is now on permanent loan. They rotate the display about every 6 months. The pieces that were sold, doubled their original estimates.
"There, short enough for you Steve?" Aaron asked.
"Yes, thank you," he replied. "You should record that version for playback."
"So, to answer your question, they are real, and real old, 2,000- to 3,000-years-old."
The boys were getting horny, and were wiggling their butts in the men's laps. Hands went to buttocks and boys began bouncing up and down, penises sliding through their rectums. Prostates were pummeled in the process, and orgasms, for the two older boys, spewed semen into the air. One serious bout of tingles racked the younger one. Adult ejaculations were contained by boys' rectums.
It was good that the boys had brought towels. Clean-up was done and it was time to head down the road to Dana Point and Strand Beach where Million Dollar Homes was building 42 homes.
Aaron pointed to a panoramic photo on the wall. "That's Strand Beach, with the Doc's house right in the middle. It's gone now, and several new houses have been built."
All cleaned up and sand free, their clothing was restored. They left Steve to complete packing for Natural Arches as they would be driving out to the camp with his family shortly.
Aaron drove south on Pacific Coast Highway a few miles, made a couple turns, then entered the gated community. The guard waved Aaron through and he parked on an empty lot, like he owned the place, which he and Steve did. They walked down to the beach to watch the surfers.
On their walk to the beach, Bill asked Aaron. "When you guys were at our place in March, Sean told us he wasn't allowed butt-play till he was 13. He's only 12 and yet today, you and he. . ."
"Yeah, that was the original plan, but he was determined. He and carrots became well acquainted. They're not the most sanitary items to stick up your butt when you're reusing them, so I got him a proper anal training kit. It has 3 silicone dicks with suction cups on bottom. A .7 to .9" diameter that tapered over 4", a .9 to 1.1" over 5" and a 1.1 to 1.3" over 6". When he proved to me that he could use the large one, I made love to him for the first time. Now it's pretty much whenever he wants.
They left the beach and visited a house that was complete, waiting for escrow to close.
"This client reserved his lot in 1982, with a $50,000 deposit. As the deposit was about to be forfeit, after 5 years, they entered escrow to build this house with another $100,000 payment. They used our real estate company, and our escrow company. The contract required using our architect to design this house. I arranged all the contracts, material purchases, deliveries, etc., and Steve and his crews built it. When we close escrow next week, we'll receive an additional $1,875,000."
"So, a total of $2,025,000?"
"Yup, with $50,000 of it being an interest free loan for 6 years. If they had built when they first made the reservation, they would have saved ¾ of a million dollars."
"Damn." Bill said.
"But it does have a nice view, doesn't it? This is why you need to buy that house on Seacliff. Prices are going nowhere but up. We're going to have to rename our business Two-Million Dollar Homes soon. The day you buy it, the value goes up almost double, but you won't be able to take advantage of that for five years, it will be in the contract.
"Sell your place in Hibbing, put the stuff you want to keep in storage, up in Minnesota, it's cheaper, and get your sorry asses down here. You can live with Jenifer and I till the house is finished."
"I'm thinking about it. Ok?"
"Don't think too long, I might find another friend I want to live next to me and sell it to them."
"I'm thinking, I'm thinking."
They went on to the marina area of Dana point to the McKinney's favorite restaurant. Aaron was well known there and signed the check, didn't even have to present a credit card.
They headed north on highway 5, and a few minutes later Aaron suggested, "How about we show you a little California History?"
"We're just along for the ride, whatever you say," Bill agreed.
They exited the highway and stopped at Mission San Juan Capistrano. They spent a couple hours there, learned a little about the early mission system, then headed northeast on highway 74 also known as the Ortega Highway.
"We're going back a different way. Right now, we're only about 40 miles from Natural Arches, but it's going to take an hour to get there, we're going through the Cleveland National Forest in the Santa Ana Mountains."
Within a few miles, they left the bustling city behind and were in the mountains, the road winding through thick forest. Aaron pointing out landmarks as they progressed. Live Oak Campground and Upper San Juan Campground. They considered stopping at Ortega Falls, but the boys hadn't worn shoes, only sandals. Insufficient footwear for the short trail to the falls. "We're taking a detour," Aaron announced turning on Long Canyon Road. This will add about 10 miles, but I'd like you to see it. They went through two remote campgrounds, and Aaron explained that a lot of Boy Scouts used these campgrounds.
Back on Ortega Highway, they stopped at the Lookout Roadhouse which looks out over Lake Elsinore. They ordered 3 Snack Plates, all different, which, according to the menu, is `whatever the cook feels like fixin'. The boys got soft drinks; the men got beers. Aaron told them they were 15 miles from camp. "Hard to believe, we just went from the beach, to the mountains, to the dessert in under 40 miles!" Bill said in wonder.
"What we hear in Minnesota is that Southern California is one massive traffic jam, I didn't realize all this beautiful open area existed."
"Yeah, traffic here's a bitch, sometimes, but if you can avoid the major arteries, and time your trips, you can avoid some of it. Not having to commute to work helps."
They got back in the Suburban and drove down the mountain and through the town of Lake Elsinore taking almost a half hour to go the last 15 miles. As they approached Natural Arches, Sean led the boys to see who could get naked fastest, even before they entered camp.
Steve, his wife Susan, and sons Tom and Tim, had arrived shortly after lunch and had moved into the mini-suite of the Hang-Out. They also brought out John (Jackie) and Eliza Washington, who were also now out of school. They moved in with their grandparents in cabin #3.
"How was your trip, honey?" Jenifer asked as she gave Aaron a welcome home kiss. As she did, she whispered, "Did he buy it?"
"Yeah, he just hasn't admitted it yet." Aaron whispered back.
"Glad you had a good time!" she said in her normal voice.
"What all did you do?" She directed to the three boys.
The three relayed their adventure, all talking at once. Seeing Steve's house then Aaron's house, and Sean's apartment, and the house under construction, playing in the ocean at Steve's nude beach, swimming in Sean's pool, then seeing the houses at The Strand and watching the surfers. They had lunch at the Chart House, and went to the Capistrano mission. Then drove through the mountains had a snack at the overlook.
"I was going to take them up to Ortega Falls, but didn't think that far in advance, kids didn't have appropriate shoes for the trail."
"My, you had quite a full day!" Jenifer said reacting to their tale. With all that food, you won't need any dinner!" she claimed.
Next morning, while Willie was holding his penis in Bill's rectum, he and Bill talked about the arrival of his mother during their `conversation'.
"Are you going to go meet your mom at the airport?"
"I guess I should, huh?"
"Christmas is coming, Santa is still working on his `naughty and nice' list. You greeting her at the airport would fit on the `nice' side of that ledger."
"Uumm, Mr. Bill, I just realized I don't have any presents for anyone, not even for mom."
"Ooh, that wouldn't be good, that would add weight to the `naughty' side."
"You know, I already know about the Santa thing."
"Yeah, but the thought still counts. Santa is a way of life, it's not just about Christmas. Tell you what, we'll borrow Aaron's Suburban and go to Corona. He says they have a mall there where you can go shopping. Then we'll pick up your mom at the airport."
"Oh cool," he said as his hips did their first cycle. "But I don't have any money!" he realized.
"Don't worry, we'll take care of that." Bill said. And Willie resumed his thrusts in Bill's rectum. `Yeah, I'd pay $50 a day to be fucked like this,' Bill thought to himself thoroughly enjoying Willie's penis sliding through his anus. The rules of the morning `conversation' are that the first boy that fucks Aaron, doesn't make him cum, so that he can orgasm with the second boy. Willie forgot that rule in his exuberance at going shopping, and made Bill cum.
Chris, surprised to find all that cum on his daddy's chest, feigned disgust at Willie for breaking the rules, "Now, I'll have to wait, like an hour, before he can make love to me."
"Oh no, you won't," Bill said grabbing Chris by the hips and set him on his dick cowboy style.
"Ok, at least this way, I won't get cum all over me."
"Wanna bet?" Bill teased. He pulled Chris down to his chest, right into the puddles of semen and held him tightly. "I'm guessing you didn't think about Christmas presents either?"
"I don't want anything for Christmas, I already got my new birth certificate."
"Awe, you say the sweetest things." Bill pulled Chris up his chest sliding through the semen, pulling his penis out of his rectum, but not his anus, before pushing him back down his stomach, his dick sliding back in him.
"Did you get your brother anything?"
"No, what are you s'posed to get a baby?"
"There's lots of baby gifts, you just have to use your imagination. Did you get me anything?"
"You already got ME!"
"Ooh, `naughty list' two strikes."
"Ok, ok, I'll go shopping too."
"Thought so, I bet you need money too."
"I got like $3."
"Where's your pickle jar?" Chris didn't spend a lot of his own money and it had grown to around $900 from mowing the lawn every week.
"It's at home."
"Of course, how convenient for you. Like I said, you need money too."
Still holding Chris to his chest, he rolled them both over and raised Chris' legs to change the angle of entry so his dick could reach Chris' prostate. Once in position, he paused. "We'll go shopping right after breakfast so we have time before Pam gets here, so don't go running off." He pulled his dick back, then drove it into Chris' joy buzzer, eliciting a moan from his boy. He made fast-love to his boy bringing him to a quick orgasm, adding to the semen between them, then slowed and made deliberate love to him. Bill slowly filled and emptied his son's rectum, till he managed his second orgasm, and made Chris ejaculate again between their tummies. "What did you say about not getting cum all over you?"
"I didn't say anything like that," Chris lied.
"I didn't think so. Showers, you two, let's go."
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At breakfast, Bill asked if he could borrow the Suburban. He was taking Chris and Willie shopping and would pick up Pam at the Corona airport. John and Eliza, asked if they could go along, they still had shopping to do too. Then Chad, one of the kids from Oxford Hall asked if he could go, the same one who is a repeat visitor from last year.
Bill ended up not having to borrowing the Suburban. Aaron went along and drove, and of course, Sean needed to go too. That gave them 9 in the 9-passenger vehicle on the way back.
Aaron explained that they had to be at the airport at 2:15, so everyone would meet up at the exit at 2:00.
Bill offered to buy lunch in the Food Court at noon for anyone who was hungry.
Chris, Willie, and Sean immediately teamed up. After getting $60 each from Bill, they ran off in the pursuit of presents. John and Eliza, went together to get presents for family members they would visit in Long Beach.
That left Bill and Aaron and Chad from Oxford. "Mind if I hang with you guys," Chad asked.
"Sure, maybe you can help us. I'm here to get gifts for you and your friends from Oxford Hall. We can't allow you around the tree Christmas morning without there being presents under it for you." Aaron explained.
"That's why I'm here too. I wanted to get something for each of them too."
"You barely know a couple of them," Aaron observed.
"Well, that was true when we arrived, but I've had sex with all of them at least once, so now I kinda `know' them, ya know," he said with a wry smile. "At home I wouldn't be getting any sex." He was trying to act happy, but you could see it in his demeanor and hear the disappointment in his voice.
"Can we stop in here?" He asked outside Zales Jewelry.
"Sure, go ahead." Bill and Aaron stayed at a distance and watched the 15-year-old kid shop. He'd point at something. The salesman would show it to him. He'd nod his head, then say something, and the guy would write it down. It happened time and time again as he worked his way methodically around the store. He had a list that he referred to.
After the first six or seven times, the store manager came over to him and spoke with him. Chad reached into his wallet and pulled out a card, a black card. The manager smiled in approval and the transaction continued. They moved on. More items were looked at, and added to the enlarging order. Finally, they headed to the register near where Bill and Aaron were waiting.
The salesman rang up 28 separate items, Chad's total was almost $12,000 and he flopped the black card on the counter. You could hear the metal card when it bounced on the glass.
Chad walked away with a receipt. "I'm supposed to come back after lunch, they'll have them all wrapped by then."
"What did the sales manager want?"
"He wanted to make sure I could pay for what I was picking out. I showed him my black American Express card. That made him happy. I don't mind, most people figure a kid like me can't afford nice stuff. They're right, really, it's my dad that pays it off. He'll hardly notice what I spent here, he's spending $9,000 a day on his safari to Tanzania."
"So, help us out now, what kinds of things can we get you and your friends?" Aaron asked.
"Music is always good; I can match them up to the artists they like for you."
"You are my new best friend Chad, let's go. Tower records is just down the way," Aaron said putting his arm around the boy. The kid melted into Aaron's side, and his arm went around Aaron's waist. It was obvious, the kid needs a fucking dad, for Christ's sake.
In Tower Records he told Chad to make a pile for each student and he went to work pulling CDs. Guns N' Roses, Michael Jackson, Madonna, Van Halen, Bruce Springsteen, U2, The Police, Janet Jackson, Whitney Houston, Metallica, Queen.
"10 in each stack, Chad." Some artists went into multiple stacks. Some albums, too, when the kids were in different room blocks at the dorms of Oxford Hall.
"Chad, there's only 7 stacks, there's 8 of you."
"I didn't feel right making one for me," Chad replied.
"Make a pile for yourself, you just have to act surprised and happy, Christmas morning." Chad smiled a big loving smile at Aaron and pulled CDs for himself. More Queen, Andrea Bocelli, Pavarotti, Jimmy Buffett, and John Denver. This kid is full of surprises; rich to an extreme, extremely smart - or he wouldn't even be in Oxford, and had diverse musical tastes.
"What would a 12-year-old like, Chad?" Aaron asked.
"Oh, for Sean, I don't know, what does he have now?
"He doesn't have any, I'm getting him a Walkman CD player, but he needs CDs to go with it."
"What does he listen to now?" Chad asked.
"Regular rock, on the radio. Whatever is on in the house."
"Then he probably likes what you like. You can get him some compilation disks. You need to get him the start of a library. There're several artists that young kids like."
"Pull some for me," Aaron askes.
Aaron left with 8 smaller bags with a name on the outside, each with 10 CDs in each, a Walkman, and 15 CDs for Sean, all inside a larger bag.
"Where to next Chad?" Bill asked, wanting to get them something too.
"Sporting Goods?"
"Big‑5 Sporting Goods. That way," Aaron said pointing.
They basically repeated the record store, but with sports equipment. Chad knew every sport each kid played at school. Bill also got baseball gloves for Chris and Willie. Chad again didn't pick anything out for himself, and Bill asked him what sport he played.
"Tennis and soccer," he replied.
"Tennis? Really? How long have you played tennis?" Aaron asked.
"Just the last two years at Oxford, sir."
"My son Donny played at Oxford. He learned how to play at Natural Arches."
"I didn't know he started at Natural Arches, but I know he played for Oxford. Your son's name is all over the place, including the tennis trophy case."
"Ok, why don't you go wait outside, while Santa works on your gift." Chad smiled a sly knowing smile and walked out of the store.
"I know just what he needs for Christmas. Oxford provides good rackets, but not what a good player needs. Aaron purchased everything a player needs, balls, travel bag, glove, and the best racket Big‑5 carries."
They left the store toting several large bags. It would be a good Christmas morning. Chad was waiting out in the mall on a bench. There was just enough time to dump their bags before meeting in the food court for lunch.
Just to keep up the dialog with Chad, Bill asked, "So why didn't your parents bring you home for Christmas?"
"Oh, they would have let me go home, they just wouldn't be there, I would have had a wonderful Christmas with Maria, our housekeeper. It's more fun to come here. If you know what I mean."
Bill, good to his promise bought everyone lunch giving each group money to purchase what they wanted from any of the many vendors. They ate together, and Bill reminded everyone of the deadline at 2:00.
Chris and Willie needed more money, then traded a partner with John and Eliza, so those that had been in the same group, could shop for each other. Chad went with Chris and Eliza, he kinda likes Eliza, you can tell.
Sean stayed with Aaron and Bill wandering around the mall. In a Hallmark store. Bill found a display of Christmas ornaments. He spotted one that was a baby standing in a playpen by a tree. `Baby's First Christmas 1988' was beneath it. Then he realized he needed another. This was Chris' First official Christmas with him too. It took some work, but found one that didn't refer to a baby. It had a dad and a boy standing beside a Christmas Tree. `First Christmas 1988', perfect.
They continued shopping, purchasing whatever caught their fancy, making sure to purchase the same number of gifts for each of the Oxford kids. Sean bought gifts for Chris and Willie.
Chad had Chris and Eliza stop at the Zales store where he showed his receipt and they handed over his bag. He counted the wrapped gifts and came up with the right number.
Before 2:00, Bill, Aaron, and Sean went back to the exit where they were to meet. They didn't have long to wait, and the kids showed up. Bags were put in the back of the Suburban and they were off to the airport not 10 minutes away.
Aaron drove out to where the Learjet would park. Their timing was perfect, they had only sat there a couple minutes and the jet landed and taxied to where they were parked. Willie and Chris were allowed out of the car once the plane had stopped and the door opened.
The first words from her mouth to her two favorite little boys was, "Well, look at you, you're actually wearing clothes." Willie offered to take his off right there on the tarmac, he would have too, had Pam not stopped him. They brought her over to the Suburban. One carried her suitcase, the other a bag of Christmas gifts. She knew Aaron and Sean from when they helped after Dylan was born, and was introduced to the other three. She was directed to the middle seat to sit with Willie, so Chad could sit in front between Aaron and Bill.
When they got back, Jenifer had been busy. There was no fireplace to hang them, so 20 stockings were hung from the railing of the front porch, one for each child with their name in glitter, they were empty, for now.
Inside, the tree was up. Miniature lights twinkled and tinsel waved in the breeze every time an exterior door opened. It was artificial, but a mobile home kinda requires a fake one, fire danger and all. Garland was hung around the room. And it smelled of pine boughs and candy canes. Thank you, Glade, and whoever makes those Christmas candles.
Pamela, from her room, in Bill's rented mobile home, joined the naturist movement in about the most abrupt way possible, a Naturist camp with a couple hundred other naked people. She was taken to the Hang-Out, where she would meet the rest. Not all at once thankfully. She did great, the mass of nude bodies quickly became ordinary, if not natural.
Amid nudity, nudity becomes unremarkable. Give Pamela her naturist membership pin. Trouble is, if such a pin existed, there would be nowhere to wear it.
Later that evening she remarked to Willie and Bill, "I have news about Charles. He wasn't just invited to his girlfriend's house for Christmas, he's been invited to move in with them. They're still planning a July 4th wedding with a barbeque reception. You'll have a room to yourself when you get home."
Natural Arches was filling up nicely. They don't get to capacity over Christmas, but there is a decent crowd. More would arrive after Christmas, and peak in time for New Years.
Pamela was anxious to spend time with Willie, so she, Bill, and Dylan escorted Willie and Chris all over the camp participating in all the activities.
Donny and Karen arrived on a commercial jet from San Jose airport on a direct flight to Ontario. Aaron, Jenifer, and Sean took off to pick them up. Bill offered to keep Michael and Ashley for them. He knew he would have help, if he was overwhelmed. The kids he was counting on, though, were back in the camp doing camp activities. Abandoning Bill with three under 3½-years old. What amazed Bill, was he pulled it off only getting a little help from Debbie with snacks. Michael and Ashley enjoyed playing with Dylan.
Pam stayed with her son and Chris the entire day.
Immediately after breakfast the Washingtons were getting ready to leave, for Christmas with Mom, Dad, Aunt, Uncle, and Cousins. And their grandma and grandpa of course. They all live on the same block back in Long Beach. Before they left, Chad brought out four beautifully wrapped red & white gift boxes with silver bows. He handed them to Grandma and said, "Thanks for being here with me and my friends, you have no idea how much this means to me." A tear slid down his cheek before he could turn away.
Grandma grabbed him in a real grandma hug, with a kiss that left lipstick on his cheek. "You're welcome any time with our family," meaning everyone standing around watching them off.
Pamela fully understands it now, why Aaron takes these kids in. She spent more time today with Willie and Chris, but this time with Sean as well. She even got to watch Willie and his little friend, Sean, fuck each other, when they thought she wasn't around.
It got sparce around camp after dinner, each family pulling their loved ones in to a tight loving family group. With no fireplaces to gather around, campfires could be seen all around camp. The outside fire rings providing the fireplace so important on this night. The Hang-Out was no exception. 25 were in their circle. Not enough chairs to go around but Aaron had done this before. Tarps were spread on the sandy ground, then topped with blankets. The children sat in close to the fire on the blankets, the adults around them on chairs. More blankets were available to ward off the cool of the evening.
They sang along to Christmas songs on a CD player that played over speakers on the porch.
They ate cookies. Gingerbread men. Sugar cookies shaped like trees covered in green icing. Snowball Cookies with pecan pieces inside covered in powdered sugar. Chocolate Marshmallow Cookies topped with chocolate frosting. Snowman Cookies with peanut butter cup hats. Rice Krispy treats with red and green M&Ms, and Snickerdoodles! My god they were still warm!
Debbie kept everyone warm with hot chocolate and hot apple cider, hot toddies, hot buttered rum, and warm eggnog, with a splash of brandy.
Dylan disappeared first, his bedtime still early. Then Michael and Ashley. Sean fell asleep on the blanket and Aaron carried him to bed. The Oxford Hall kids were allowed one eggnog just before their bedtime at the unreasonable hour of 10:00 p.m. But not a one of them complained. Tomorrow was Christmas. For some of them this was the closest they'd ever come to a family Christmas celebration.
Bill and his bunch were up early, and walked over to the Hang-Out. Upon approach, they could see the stockings hanging from the porch were stuffed to overflowing. Jenifer had been preparing for them for two months, gathering things that fit in stockings that were fun, and sometimes a little silly as gifts go.
They went inside quietly, not wanting to stir anything up. Debbie was already at work in the kitchen, Pam immediately went in to help. With 25 for breakfast, the help was appreciated.
When the kids (of all ages) gathered in the McKinney's living room, there wasn't any room remaining under the tree. The gifts had spread out well beyond the reach of the fake boughs.
There's nothing like watching a toddler opening presents on Christmas morning. They go at it with complete abandon tearing away the paper, until the look of utter surprise takes over their face. Then moments later repeating the process with another package. Even the teenagers enjoyed watching Michael and Ashley.
Dylan didn't quite know what to make out of his first Christmas, as Bill helped him open his gifts.
The CDs were a hit as was Sean's Walkman. The sports equipment was right on. Everyone wanted to know how Aaron and Bill knew what they wanted or could use. Bill and Aaron would only admit to using insider information. Then glancing towards Chad letting them know it was his insider information.
When most everything was open, there was still a pile of beautifully wrapped red & white gift boxes with silver bows. Aaron encouraged Chad to pass them out. He only did so reluctantly. He handed out three to begin with. One each to Aaron, Jenifer, and Bill. The adults slowly opened the packages. They were ankle bracelets, for Michael, Ashley, and Dylan. Each was different and all crafted in 14 ct. gold, each had a small diamond. He then handed out the remaining gifts, one for every person, including Debbie and Pam who were called to come out in the kitchen.
The teen girls received a variety of neckless/earring sets, again 14 ct. gold, and diamond studded. The males received wrist bracelets, heavier, bolder designs, 14 k gold. The recipients were shocked at the lovely gesture on Chads part.
Aaron and Bill, watched Chad's face as he handed them out and as he watched everyone open his gift, his eyes were gleaming as was his smile.
Then he tried to downplay it, "I took the easy way out this year, jewelry is always a great gift, so versatile, if it isn't what you like, you can return it to any Zales store for something different.
"Are you nuts? I wouldn't return this for anything! Chad, it's beautiful," was a typical response from the three teen girls.
The adults were equally surprised with their gifts. Bill already wore a bracelet, so he received a choker, in the center were two diamonds for Chris and Dylan.
Debbie's neckless had one diamond representing Sean and the background filled with a cluster of diamond chips for all the kids from Oxford Hall she had cooked for over the years. Jenifer's neckless and Aaron's choker had four diamonds, one for each of their children, and a similar cluster, but of tiny cut diamonds representing the same Oxford Hall orphans. The only pieces alike went to the married couples. Grandma and Grandpa's, Donald and Karen's, and Aaron and Jenifer's, in male and female varieties of the same design, the rest were all unique, selected specifically for that person.
Bill and Aaron were so proud of Chad and they told him so, to the point of embarrassing him and making the situation awkward.
Jenifer rescued him, "Ok, everyone outside, your stocking awaits!"
Everyone had to get up and go out front. The movement allowed individuals to thank people for their gifts, most obviously, Chad, who was kissed, slapped on the back, and hugged.
18 of the 20 stocking were brought inside, because it was cold out this morning, 48°. Jackie and Eliza would get theirs when they returned tomorrow. Inside they got to go through their stocking, containing small games, candy bars, novelty socks, the girls got nail polish, hair accessories, and lip gloss. The boys got Chapstick, a wallet, travel size deodorant. Each got a wind-up of a stupid little character that waddled across a flat surface, a miniature Slinky, a Pez dispenser with a pack of candies. A travel toothbrush and tube of paste, a deck of cards, a mini-Rubix cube, a package beef jerky.
Ashley, Michael, and Dylan received more age-appropriate items, from a pacifier and teething ring, to games, candy, bath crayons, and sidewalk chalk.
And last, in the very toe, of each sock was a Brilliant Uncirculated (BU) 1988 Silver Eagle Dollar.
Pam was helping Debbie as much as she could, breakfast today would be around 9:30, a buffet. There wasn't even enough dining space for everyone, the living room would have to be used.
By the time breakfast was over, the sun was full and it was just another beautiful day in paradise. A little cooler today, it only made it up to 80° by the afternoon.
Dinner would be at 3:00. A full traditional Christmas dinner. But with only one oven, shortcuts were taken. Bill's rental mobile home had an oven, and the barbeques from both homes would be used. Under-cooked turkey was sliced and prepared over the past day for reheating that would complete the cooking. Dishes had been prepared, but not cooked and were staged in the refrigerators of both units.
After Christmas sales are a big thing at malls across America, almost as big as Black Friday. The stores love dumping their leftover Christmas stuff at 50% off making their customers believe they are giving it away, while still raking in a decent profit. But not so much for the guests of Natural Arches.
Yeah, there were a few cars that took off early for the Corona Mall, but there were more cars arriving by a factor of 15 to 1.
One of those cars was Grandma and Grandpa Washington with John and Eliza returning from Christmas with their children in Long Beach. Surprisingly Alice and Archie, their older grand children who were now in college came along. They were now up to 31 in their group.
Jenifer disappeared when they arrived and magically 2 additional stocking appeared on the porch railing. Fortunately, the glue holding the glitter had time to dry before the Washington's grandkids received their stockings.
Archie, now 21 is in his fourth year, majoring in art and Alice 20, was taking her third year of Engineering classes. Their dad, as an employee of the California State University system in Long Beach, qualified them for free tuition.
Realizing that Pamela would be leaving the next day, Aaron wanted Pamela to see some of the beauty of Southern California. Aaron decided to take Bill, the boys and Pamela to the Cleveland National Forest to do the short hike to Ortega Falls. This time proper shoes were worn.
On the hike Pam mentioned having never seen the Pacific Ocean. It being only 40 minutes away, Aaron took them to Dana Harbor for lunch. She was very impressed. And since they were so close, Aaron took them to Laguna Beach to see the house under construction and his house as well. Bill, smiled at Aaron the whole time. Fucking salesman.
Things went back to normal. At least normal compared to last Christmas. Sometime the kids ate in the café, sometimes in the Hang-Out, sometimes with friends. They never did have everyone sit down to another meal.
After breakfast Donny challenged Chad to a game of tennis. Chad had a four-member cheering squad. The three young ladies from school and Eliza. Chad played well, but was no match for the skills of Donald, who had won several trophies during his days at Oxford Hall. But he hadn't played much since and his rusty game allowed Chad to give him a run for the title of Best Tennis Player.
Pam departed after breakfast, Bill and Willie borrowed the Suburban to take her to Corona Airport. She would be home in time for her shift at the Dylan Community Market later today.
One of the few times that everyone was together in the Hang-Out, for food, was the night of the 29th, Aaron's 40th birthday party. Dinner earlier that night was a quiet affair, all the kids that could be sent, were sent to the café for dinner, leaving only the 3 babies, and 10 adults. At 8:30, prime time at the Rec Center, all the kids showed up to celebrate with cake and ice cream. Afterwards, they returned to the center and stayed out late.
1 more chapter to go. . .
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