Date: Mon, 20 Aug 2007 09:33:23 EDT From: Andichan@aol.com Subject: Life starts with love. Part 3. The nomal disclamers apply. Should you find the content offensive or you are not allowed by law to view this, please leave now. This story is about an relationship between a young boy and an adult. andichan@aol.com The previous evenings/nights events. I struggled to answer his question. "I don't know Ryan! Goodness knows, I don't want you to stop but you must! If anyone were to find out, I would be sent to prison and you would go into care and who knows what that would bring! We need to get some order going here!" Ryan let go of my dick. I have to say that it was the last thing I wanted! Had to be done. He started to weep and I gathered him into my arms and we rocked ourselves to sleep and stayed that way for a couple of hours. I must have dropped off too. When I awoke, Ryan was no longer with me. The duvet turned back and no sign of the boy. I got out of bed like a shot. Ryan was sitting on the sofa looking very misserable. "What's the matter matey?" A sad look on his face. "You think I'm bad and Mummy's dead! That's it!" "WHAT! You I think are perfect. I don't think you're bad. In fact I wish you were my son and I could give you all the love that you deserve! Ok Mummy and Chris had a car accident last night and it would seem that, -- well, -- we won't be seeing them anymore." "So you don't hate me?" "Ryan?" "Umm?" "I love you to bits! OK?" "I love you too Pete, so why can't I be in your bed with you? I felt so safe and warm with you?" "I know you did and to tell the truth, so did I. I would like nothing more than to be in bed with you every night but let me try and explain something to you. Today we must both go to the police station and I must tell them about Mummy and Chris. We will both have to have a talk with social services about you." "What about me?" "Well. Normally when something like this happens, you know, when a little boy or little girl loose their Mummy and Daddy the Social Services look after and take care of you, and later find a nice family for you to live with." "But I don't want to do that! I want to stay with you!" "I know and that's what I want as well but if they were to find out that we had been sleeping in the same bed and even worse, been touching each other like this morning, they would absolutely wouldn't let us be together and they may well have the police put me in prison. Do you understand?" "No? We didn't do anything bad?" "You don't think we did and I don't think we did but they won't see it like that. Honest!" Ryan was thoughtful. "But I'm not going to tell?" "No. I know you won't. I wouldn't ask this of you normally but if we are to have any chance of being together, you must tell a few little fibs. ok?" "Ok." "If they ask you, you must say that you slept in my spare room by yourself.K?" "Yes I understand." "Two other things. If they ask you, I only told you this morning about Mummy and Chris. Not last night but when you woke up this morning. It's ok to tell them that I cuddled you 'cos you were upset and that you like me alot and want to stay with me but very important is that I never touched you ," pointing at his stomach, "which I haven't and you never touched me either. Got that?" "Yes I do understand!" "One last thing mate. Only tell them what I've told you if they ask. Kind of don't go blurting it out 'cos.." "Cos it will make us look bad else!" "High Fives buddy! Got it in one!" We had some breakfast and drove into town. I bought a whole heap of clothes and shoes for Ryan to replace the tat that his mother had kept him in. What a transformation! From scruffy little urchin to a smart young lad! God he looked so good! "Ok matey. Let's go and see the policeman!" I had this feeling in the pit of my stomach the like of which I haven't felt since I was summond to the head teachers office at school having been caught smoking behind the bike sheds. Sheer terror! What if Ryan fucked up. What if they found out? Nothing I can do about it now. Ryan looked totally un-phased by the prospect. What ever will be will be. I said a silent preyer. At the police station, I introduced myself and Ryan. "Yes Mr Morrell. We've been expecting you. Sorry about the circumstances. Take a seat and I'll get someone to attend to you." A few minuits later a woman officer came through and introduced herself. "Ok Ryan. Would you like to come with me?" She said sweetly. Ryan looked at me with a slight look of panic on his face. "It's ok matey! Go with the nice lady and I'll see you later. You'll be just fine!" Ryan forced a half grin and nodded a knowing nod at me. After what seemed like a lifetime, a man came through in civilian clothes. "Mr Morrell?" "That's me." I replied. "I'm Detective Chief Inspector Clarke. Firstly I'm sorry about your wife and her friend." "Thankyou Chief Inspector. That's much appreciated." He took me through to an interview room and offered me a chair." "May I offer you a coffee or tea perhaps?" "That's kind of you. Coffee. Strong, black, two sugars would be good. I need the caffine right now!" "That I can understand! Not much sleep last night!" "Not a great deal. Thinking about how I should tell young Ryan this morning." "How did he take it?" "Well actually. Not much love lost between him and his mother. He was upset of course but it wasn't the trauma I'd been dreading." "That's good to hear but you do know we have officers trained to do that sort of thing and we could have spared you that?" "Your collegue said as much last night but you know, I'm the closest thing he has right now and I would have been failing in my responsibilities towards him to let that happen." "Well spoken that man!" CI Clarke smiled broadly! "I need to have you tell me all the circumstances leading up to last night, a statement which will be recorded. You're not under caution you understand. No one is accusing you of anything?" I told all. From the very beginning of our problems through to the previous evening. My doubts and fears, my wories over a possible drug connection, everything. "I appreciate your candour Mr Morrell. Couldn't have been easy for you." "Like the mobile phone advert, 'It's good to talk." "Quite. Now I must tell you. Preliminary results from the post-mortem have picked up high volumes of alcohol in both your wife and her friend. That coupled with evidence of narcotic abuse, in this case crack cocaine. No more than you suspected I think?" "I think I knew all along but always you try hard not to believe it." "Indeed however given these results, I want your permittion of make a search of your house." "No problem. Anytime you like." "Thankyou. There is nothing we can do for your wife but if we can establish a link between any substances and a dealer, maybe we can save some others." "Like I say. Help yourself." "May we do it now?" I handed over my house keys. "Oh and your car as well if you wouldn't mind." andichan@aol.com Your comments are welcome. Part four will follow shortly unless I'm pressured by readers to discontinue.