Date: Sat, 4 Jun 2005 19:07:38 +0200 From: hadjo Subject: Harry-17 English is not my native language, so please have some consideration... Chapter 16 ended with: We thanked the security guard and went home. The boys both slept on the back seat, entangled into each others arms. I put on the radio and again there was our song! "You are soooo beauuuutifuuuullll..." I was happy again. I had my boy back, my little soul mate. Chapter 17. We went straight to bed, deadly tired from all emotions of that day and night. Little Harry clung onto me like a small frightened child and I had never seen John that protective and helpful. Fortunately sleep came very fast for all of us with Harry on my stomach, his arms around my neck and his nose in my left armpit, and John snuggled up to both of us as close as possible, with a deep sigh and trying to melt into us. After a moment we all fell into a deep and comfortable darkness until the early morning. Suddenly the bell rang and we all scared up. Little Harry nearly suffocated me and looked around with sheer panic on his face. "Nooooo....." he moaned and he started to tremble all over his body. Who for heavens sake could that be, this early in the morning? Please, not again those police officers... did again anybody complain about us? John cursed, stumbled out of bed and hurried to the window. "It's Davey..." He heartfelt yawned and tottered downstairs while I tried to calm down little Harry who now started to sob. After a moment Davey entered the bedroom, looked around and threw himself at Harry and me. "You are back home, thanks heaven! I was soo afraid something bad had happened to you..." John climbed into bed next to us, yawning, and tried to cover himself with the blankets. "We didn't get sleep enough tonight! So please let's get some extra sleep, at least for a few more hours." Davey threw his clothes somewhere into the room and joined us; and we all drifted off again until the sun started to shine through the curtains and woke us up. We all showered, clothed and went downstairs, still yawning. After breakfast little Harry started to tell everything about his big adventure in the zoo, where he climbed a fence and curiously peeked at some bags of food in a small barn. Suddenly the door closed and he was trapped until in the middle of the night a night watchman eventually heard him pounding the door and rescued him. "Curiosity killed the cat..." Davey snickered and helped himself with another slice of bread and scrambled eggs. "Dad, please will you help me with my mask? It's stuck in my pocket and I can't get it out any more..." Harry looked at me with a very unhappy face, both of his hands somewhere in the back pocket of his trousers. "My face started to itch yesterday in the barn so I folded my mask together and put it away in my back pocket." I tried to get the mask out of his pocket, but in vain. He first had to get out of his trousers and I immersed them in a bucket of water to dissolve the glue. After a while the mask came out, fortunately undamaged. Carefully Harry put it onto his face with a little help. "Thanks dad, I was really afraid I had damaged it too much. What time are we going to those face doctors?" "Face doctors? Oh... I see. Well, we will be on our way in about an hour so there's no need to hurry." Davey went home with our greetings to his mom and quite a story to tell, and we prepared ourselves for our journey to the clinic. We packed everything we needed and went on our way with both boys in the back seat of the car. I switched the radio on and again we all sang together with the music. Suddenly there was our song! "You are soooo beauuuutifuuuullll..." and now we all sang from our heart, as loud as possible. After a while the backseat went very silent and I suspiciously looked over my shoulder. Both boys had stretched themselves out on the full width of the car and were deep asleep, arms around each other and softly snoring. Apparently they still needed some more sleep! I smiled with understanding and switched the radio off. Another two hours of driving... Both boys woke up again with the noise of heavy traffic and the starting and stopping of the car with the traffic lights. We had to ask twice and suddenly there was the clinic at the border of a big park. We parked the car and entered the building, welcomed by the scent of ether and antiseptics. Little Harry shivered and clamped my hand. Obviously he remembered his past operations... We had to wait for a moment until a tall man in his fifties with an open face and a pleasant voice greeted us. "You are Harry Romany I suppose? And you are his father and his brother? Please follow me to my office." We entered a cozily consulting room and took a seat. First we had some small talk, after that the 'face doctor' started to tell us about the information he got from the hospital where in the past Harry had his surgery and about the photo's they sent him. He asked a lot of questions and again I was surprised by the maturity and the intelligence of little Harry who answered them all without any hesitation. "Thank you my friend, you helped me a lot with your clear answers. Now I would like to have a closer look at your scars. Do you want your father or brother to be present in the room while I am examining you, for you will have to take all your clothes off for a while?" Of course Harry wanted us to be with him, even when he had to be without clothes. "We see each other naked all the time and we often have showers together, so that's no big deal." I helped him with his mask while the surgeon looked rather surprised and took a closer look at the mask. "That's a nice mask you have! I even think this could be a good idea for a lot of our patients here to use. Who made it for you?" We gave him Peter's address and he was really delighted. Little Harry undressed without any hesitance and the surgeon examined him thoroughly everywhere. After a while he nodded. "I think we can do quite a lot to make you more presentable, and more important to give you a nice face. How do you want your nose and your lips to be done, and do you want to be circumcised or shall we give you a nice new skin around your penis?" "I am not Jewish, so I want to be exactly like dad and John, with a foreskin over the full length. Don't you forget to make a hole in it?" "A hole? I don't understand... what do you mean?" "Well, I have to urinate now and then you know, and that will be rather difficult without a hole in the end..." The surgeon heartily laughed and promised little Harry to create a nice opening in the end of the skin. The next hour little Harry and the 'face doctor' looked at a lot of pictures of noses and lips on a big computer screen, they discussed several options and possibilities and we all asked hundreds of questions about the pending operations and how long it would take to heal everything completely. After a while a nurse offered Harry a bright blue gown and took him with her to make several X-rays and a CT-scan of his whole body, she drew some blood from a vessel in his arm and he had to urinate in a cup for the laboratory to perform some tests. Harry underwent everything like a professional, obviously he already had a lot of experience with the preparations for his operations in the past. "Are we done? Can I dress now?" he asked after the surgeon again looked his naked body over and made some notes. "Just a moment, first I want to discuss some things with you," the doctor answered. We all took our chairs in a circle while little Harry nestled himself onto my lap, still naked. The surgeon explained what he intended to do. First he would like to peel a thin layer of skin from the inside of Harry's thighs where nobody would see the marks in the future. The skin would completely heal within a few days, it would be like scratching the surface. He would cultivate the peeled skin for a couple of weeks to augment the quantity. After that he would strip all of Harry's scars and wild flesh, smooth everything and apply the cultivated skin to all burnt places. He would rebuild Harry's nose with a piece of bone taken from a lower rib and reconstruct his lips from the peeled skin. It should be possible to achieve everything within one operation. Harry had to be in the clinic for about three weeks in total. Of course each operation implied some risks, but he was really convinced everything would work out for the best. "When can we start?" little Harry asked enthusiastically. "I want to be normal before we have to go to school!" He threw his arms around my neck and we cuddled a bit. "I would like to peel some strips of skin from the inside of your thighs now while you are here. The nurse will put you asleep with a mouthpiece, so you will not feel anything. After the peeling we will put some spray onto the scratches and you have to keep them dry for two days. Is that OK with you?" "Yes, of course!" Harry nearly shouted and he jumped from my lap towards the surgeon. The surgeon rang for the nurse and gave her instructions to prepare for the peeling. We all followed him to the operation room and little Harry laid down onto a stretcher. The nurse put a cap around his mouth and nose and instructed him to inhale deeply while Harry held my hand, smiling. After a few seconds his hand fell down onto the stretcher and he was deep asleep. We were accompanied to a small cafeteria where I took some coffee and John took a glass of cola. We waited in silence, with a wonderful feeling of total harmony. Now and then we smiled at each other and we both could feel our love radiate between us and towards our little Gypsy prince who now would get his own face back. Twenty minutes later the nurse took us back to the consulting room where a rather groggy Harry hung down on a chair with a couple of big red stripes along the inside of his thighs, covered with something dry and silky. He yawned and asked for a glass of water that he eagerly gulped down. Still drowsy he stood up and wavered towards me where he tried to climb onto my lap. I helped him up and with a broad smile on his face he settled himself down. "I am hungry!" he yawned and he nearly fell asleep again. "Within ten minutes he will be his joyful self again," the doctor smiled, ruffling his hair. "You have a really wonderful son. I think he will achieve very big things in his life!" We made an appointment to be back in the clinic after two weeks for Harry's operations. Harry clothed himself with some help from John and me, still yawning and a little bit drowsy, and we went to the cafeteria to have dinner. Harry started to laugh and joke again and inhaled a lot of food, of course accompanied by John as growing boys befits. Suddenly Harry carefully felt between his thighs, trying to remove his trousers from the wounds. "It's starting to itch now and it feels like it wants to stick to my trousers..." We took him to the bathroom to have a look, but everything seemed ok. No visible blood and nothing sticky at all. "I think it's just a feeling, try not to think about it for a while. When we are home you can have a look at it again." Harry lead the way to the car, proudly carrying the keys. We switched on the radio and again we all sang along with the music. After a while both boys went silent again and wrapped up into each others arms. They slept until we were home after two hours of driving. We were home again, feeling rather tired but very content. The boys plunged into the fridge and came back with four cans of cola while I made myself a cup of coffee and drank some water. We went to the living room where Harry and John settled down behind the computer and started an adventure game. Again everything felt peaceful and in harmony. ------- Chapter 18 will follow. Sorry for the delay, I thought a retired person would have some more time available... but never in my life I have been so busy! There also was a small 'writer's lag', a little bit aversion to write... so this time there's a rather short chapter. Perhaps I will make it up next time. Some excerpts from your emails: * Thanks for not keeping little Harry unfound until the next chapter.... tension within the chapter while he was missing was exciting enough. * Hi I am reading one of the best stories I have ever read on nifty in a very long time. Each chapter is a new turning on and I check every day for the next, your understand of how boys think is first rate your english is very good and precise. Have you other written work in english, or stories in you own language, so much I like to know but I must not hold you up from writing chapter 17. keep up the good work. Lots of Love and Peace. * Really , really enjoy your style and I am hooked on "Harry".... looking forward to each chapter as you post them. keep up the fine work. * Wow a great chapter, very emotional and well written. It was very tense and scary there for a moment. Great job, can't wait to read more. * Hi thanks for the story, i have never read anything like that before and I was really crying after reading all chapters, that's magnificent and really can absorb you into it, i felt like i was in the story myself, man, i can relate to harry to tell the truth, in every possible way, but i really tell you just keep up the good work, congrats, and god bless u. * Thank you so much for writing this. So many boys grow up in our world unloved in the way that ALL boys need to be loved - just for themselves alone - because they ARE. Your wonderful descriptions of the love shared by your characters in the story will surely strike a chord in the hearts of your readers. You have my admiration, and my love. * I love your story. I have been on the edge of my seat and read all 16 chapters in one sitting. You have put me through the emotional rollercoaster and I love it. I look forward to your next chapter. Keep up the good work. Thank you for all wonderful comments. I really like your mails, even the smallest! Please send your comments (or hints how to go on) to my mailbox: mailto:harry@hadjo.nl and thank you very much for reading my first story in the English language. My native language is Dutch (Nederlands) and I am living in The Netherlands.