Date: Sun, 12 Nov 2006 00:22:28 +0000 (GMT)
From: Nathan Me <nathan7new@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: James Chapter 27

'James' by Nathan

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James: Chapter 27


"You ok?"

"Yeah, just a little apprehensive. You seemed to have pushed this through
very quickly. I haven't even received the CRB report back yet."

"Oops."

"Oops? What 'oops'? 'Oops' sounds bad? Neil, what is 'oops'?"

"Oops. I kind of broke a company rule and copied your CRB we did when you
started with us. That's 'oops'."

"Ah. Now I see how you got this moving. I don't mind. It's not like I have
a history of criminal convictions. Yet."

"Yet? What's with the 'yet'? You're not going to do a 'Neeson' on me and
cost the company billions." They both laughed. It was a standing joke, ever
since Tom had cost the company a little over 11 million in a very bad
decision just a few weeks after he had started with them. Fortunately, half
a dozen other deals that he was working had also dropped making the company
a net profit of over 100 million, but the joke was always there. It kept
him from getting too big headed. It also helped him when his team made
screw-ups because they had all heard that even the wonder boy had made a
big boo-boo. Neil turned into a drive, bumped over a pothole and pressed an
intercom. They were buzzed in and drove through luscious lawns and
flowerbeds up to a very large and imposing stately home.

"Lord something or other left it to the charity in his will. He didn't have
any close family, but he adored kids and so he left it to be used as a home
or a school. They are talking about adding some offices round the side, out
of sight from the road, 'cause it's a listed building. They got a lot of
latitude building sports facilities at the back and converting the top
floor into smaller bedrooms. The middle floor is dorms and common rooms and
the ground floor is classrooms and offices. The place is huge."

"You been here much?"

"No. Just to a couple of fundraisers when they were starting the
conversions."

"Do you know who will be interviewing me?"

"Probably the Headmaster or one of his Deputies." Neil pulled into a
parking space just beyond the stone canopy that covered the steps up to the
huge wooden front doors. They got out and Tom felt more nervous than he had
going for his interviews for work. He glanced over a Neil. Neil was
watching him and smiled back.

"Butterflies." Tom explained.

James had been very worried about Sam when they got back to the school. He
was very quiet and wouldn't talk about anything that had gone on at the
police station. Sam just went to his room, lay on his bed and slept. James
went straight to Mr Spiller and told him he was worried about Sam. Mr
Spiller went back up to the boy's room with James, but when they got there,
Sam was so fast asleep that the Counsellor said it was probably better to
let him rest and talk later, if he woke up, or in the morning. Sam slept
through to the early hours. He woke about 3, undressed and slipped in
beside James. James didn't mind. They had slept together a few times since
coming to the school. Apart from cuddling, little else had happened between
them, but it was nice to have someone to cuddle up to. The next morning,
Sam walked into the Headmaster's office. He had no Idea why Mr Chester
wanted to see him. The boy was obviously traumatised by the whole
experience and they needed to satisfy themselves that he would be ok. They
asked again if he would re-consider talking to the police about the other
boys and what at had happened so that they could get it sorted out, but he
insisted he would not, so they said they would handle it internally then
and if there were any repercussions, he must report them immediately.  Sam
assured them he would. They had now arranged for a child psychologist to
spend some time with each of the six boys and Sam could use that
opportunity if he so wished, rather than talking to Mr Spiller or the
Headmaster.

"Ok, Sam? No one is going to force you to talk about anything, but we
really do want to help. Get along to your class now, but remember we are
here for you. Ok?"

"Yes, Sir." Sam got up and walked out of the office, just as the
receptionist was leading two men in suits into the outer office. The older
man was very tall and very thin. He had a pointed nose and Sam almost
laughed as he thought of the man as a flagpole and the nose was the
flag. The other man was a bit shorter, a more normal height. He had
sun-bleached hair, like he had spent a few days sitting out side enjoying
the fresh air. His complexion was fresh and he looked fit, even in a
suit. Sam felt like he knew the younger man, but couldn't place him. He
certainly was not one of the many men who had abused him. No, but there was
definitely a bell ringing somewhere.

As they entered the school's main office, an attractive young teenage boy
came out of the Headmasters office, wearing a white polo shirt, grey shorts
and socks and black shoes. He seemed to regard both of them suspiciously,
his eyes travelling up and down first Neil, then Tom. He stared at Tom for
a few seconds before moving past them and out of the office. The boy was
quite attractive and Tom immediately thought of James and that made his
butterflies worse. He had just sat down when the Headmaster's door
opened. Two men cam out, but Tom immediately recognised Mr Chester, the
Headmaster, from Neil's description. The man wasn't very tall, but had a
huge presence. His smile, as he moved forward to greet them, was
enchanting. There was a charisma about the man, something impish and
magical.

"So, you must be Tom?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Sandy, please. Only the children call me sir. And Neil, always good to see
you. I don't think you've been here since we finished all the building
work, have you?"

"No, Sandy. I came to the fundraisers, but I haven't seen the place
completed."

"Well, we'll get the formalities out of the way and then I'll show you both
round. Come on through."

They all went into the Headmasters office and sat down. A secretary brought
them all coffees and biscuits and he also brought a thick folder in and put
it down on the desk in front of the Headmaster.

"Thanks, Paul. Right, well. Let me introduce you to Mr Spiller. He is the
Senior School Counsellor and as well as organising the school counsellors
and looking after the welfare of the students, he also manages our
volunteer programme. We haven't had you full CRB back yet, but from your
application and the CRB you had done before you joined Neil, I can't see
any problems arising from the formalities. However, there are a few
questions, Tom, that I need to ask you."

"Ok. I assumed that would be the case." Tom smiled, as though he was at
ease, but in truth he was anything but. He felt like a fraud.

"Why do you want to volunteer to work with our children?"

Tom opened his mouth. But nothing came out. He closed it again and felt
stupid. He swallowed and tried again.

"I don't think I am the best person in the world. I am selfish and
inconsiderate. I do like kids, but I would never have thought about working
with them, except when I asked Neil how I could become a better person he
suggested this. When I thought about it, I honestly couldn't see how I
would be any use, but he said if I was available, there was plenty of work
to do and kids are so honest and see right through a fraud."

"Well, that's just as honest as your application, and that did indeed give
me some reservations. We don't set our children up as a therapeutic
intervention programme for adults going through an identity crisis. We need
stable and responsible people to care for what are often disturbed and
sometimes violently abused children. They need to be able to rely on you,
not have to support you, Tom."

This was not going well. The man was insightful and direct.

"Over the last few weeks I have gone through several experiences that made
me question the validity of my life, more to the point, my lifestyle. I saw
the answer to being selfish as putting myself into a situation where I
would have to put the needs of others first and in this situation, with the
children you have just described, I will be challenged to do that. I need
that challenge, yes, but I also think that as a successful young man, I can
also be a positive role model for these youngsters. I was orphaned and
brought up by my grandfather. Life, although privileged, has not been a bed
of roses, but I have come through it and I do believe that I am strong
enough to show others that you can do it. I'm no expert on kids, I just
want to do something positive that will bring meaning to my life and help
others at the same time."

"That's quite a speech, Tom. I have to say that when I read your
application I did have reservations, but Neil gave you an excellent
reference and we are always short of volunteers. The help your company is
offering in terms of you and the finance will be very useful..."

Neil had said nothing to Tom about the company donating money, but that
also helped explain why things were moving so fast. The Headmaster had
several more questions before he satisfied himself that Tom would be an
appropriate person to work with his children.  Mr Spiller went back to his
own work and Sandy Chester began the grand tour. Tom was very impressed. To
think that this was a children's home, it was more like a small private
boarding school. All the children were in class and Sandy showed them into
a couple of classes where children were learning about IT and another where
they were creating plaster copies of their own faces by making an imprint
in sand and then pouring plaster of paris into it. They moved out of the
main building and through the boys changing rooms, where shirts and short
hung and lay haphazardly on hooks and benches, and into the school's
pool. There were about eighteen 10 year old boys playing water polo. It
looked like they were having fun. Sandy led Neil and Tom through into the
gym. Here around twenty boys were playing basketball. They looked about
twelve and Tom watched as they passed and threw the ball and shot at the
net. Sandy was explaining where the funding had come from for the sports
complex and how the school believed that physical activity was vital for
both physical and emotional development. A few of the boys had noticed the
Headmaster and his two guests. They looked over to see who the two suited
men were and what they were doing. Tom suddenly felt hot and
light-headed. Over against the furthest wall was a boy in gym kit wearing a
white top that was the spitting image of, well, it was like James'
twin. The boy was holding the ball, looking for someone to pass it to and
hadn't seen him. Colour drained from Tom's face as he tried to make sense
of what he was looking at. Could it really be James?

Neil saw the colour drain. "You alright, Tom?"

Tom shook his head, but said, "Yes. I think it's just a little hot in
here."

Neil watched Tom, wondering what had seemed to spook him. Sandy, in full
flight hadn't noticed until Neil spoke. He too looked at Tom and thought
that the young man perhaps was not as fit as he looked. It was warm but not
too hot. Although, with nerves and apprehension over the interview, Sandy
thought, maybe Tom was just a little overcome. He led them out into the
fresh air and Tom's colour immediately began to return.

James threw the ball to Darren, but Darren dropped the ball, because he
wasn't concentrating, he was looking towards to outside door. James
followed his line of sight just in time to see three men leave. One looked
back over his should and caught his eye. James froze. No. It couldn't
be. Here? How? Why? Tom?

More to come...