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Go to http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html 14 Mikey and the Health Club By Matt Kendick I've just gotten back from the 9AM service at Taylor Memorial Presbyterian Church when I get a text message, `R U free next 2 hour?'. I am, I was just going to watch some NFL games and do nothing so I text back, `yes' and then follow the text with another, `who is this' when I realize I didn't recognize the phone number on the text. I don't get a reply back on the text as to who it is, but when I get a buzz from the back gate a few minutes later and see who is at the back gate on the security cam, I have an idea. As the gate slides open the bike rider enters, rides his bike in and up to the lanai where he drops it and comes into the great room where I am. He is dressed the same way as when I saw him this morning at church, Aloha shirt, board shorts and flip flop. Yes, that is standard church attire for the youth on Serra Island. "Hey Tim." "Hey yourself Ryan, how are you?" I greet him. "Horny," he says impishly. Oh good Lord, I was hoping he'd forgotten all about this. I can't wrap my mind around the fact that he is just 11. Can he really understand what he is doing? "Geeze Ryan, you are just 11. Why do you want an old man like me instead of Mikey or one of his friends?" "Is that your big hang up? That I am 11?" he asks me. "Yeah, it is one of them, a big one..." "Then wish me happy birthday, I turned 12 two weeks ago," he looks smug like a lawyer who's just found the loophole to get his guilty as hell client off Scot free. "And, I should be in Mikey's grade, but my parents started me late because I was so little when it was time for Kindergarten." Ryan has dropped his backpack on the floor, kicked off his flip flops and now drops his Aloha shirt on top of the backpack. Crap is he a ripped little athlete. There is no baby fat on him, in fact his body is lithe while still being muscular. He has a washboard six pack with an amazing V cut that plunges down into his board shorts, or more specifically today, into a band that peeks out of his bathing suit. It says Shock Doctor, so I know what that means. Ryan is standing in front of me and the couch I am sitting on. As if on cue when I notice his Shock Doctor, he turns away from me, does a seductive little dance while he drops his board shorts and reveals his pert orbs highlighted by the straps of the Shock Doctor jock strap. No one wears jock straps these days except baseball players and football players, so this must be Ryan's jock from baseball this summer. He continues to sway his hips in a circle with the occasional thrust forward or back and when he makes the backward thrust his cheeks part slightly revealing his pucker. Gawd help me, but my dick has reacted. Before I can get off the couch and end this madness Ryan has plopped his tushy into my lap. He can feel the reaction my cock was having and grinds his exposed cheeks into me, which only serves to hasten the hardening process. Ryan reaches back and into the fly opening of my boxers and pulls out my dick before it's fully hard. Now he is rubbing his bare ass up and down on my cock and that finishes the job of getting it fully hard. He rocks up and down a few moments. He stops for a few seconds while he retrieves something out of his backpack. It is one of those travel bottles you can buy at the drug store. I am not sure what it is until he opens the bottle smears some on my cock. It is olive oil. When he starts to apply the olive oil to his hole, I speak up finally. "Ryan, you aren't..." He shushes me and put s finger to my lips, "I've been practicing and I am ready." He puts the cap back on the bottle and throws it on the couch next me. He returns his attention to my cock, stroking it while he fingers himself. Ryan lines my cock up with his hole and sits back on it. He exerts pressure down sending my cock deep into his tight hole. The sensation is amazing for me as his firm sphincter muscles grip my cock. Ryan wiggles a little to adjust and once he is comfortable he starts to rise up and then slam back down, driving my cock deep into him. He hooks his feet behind my calves to make himself more stable as he bounces on my dick. All I can do is hang onto his hips and enjoy the view of his perfect cheeks flattening on my pubis and enjoy the ride. The only sounds are Ryan's grunts and the slurping sound as my dick pulls back from inside his ass and the loud slap as his bottom hits me.. "Oh fuck yes, so fucking sweet," Ryan murmurs. Ryan's rocking is so intense he has me close in less than ten minutes and I want it to go longer. "Ryan, stop a minute," I tell him, "get up." Ryan reluctantly pulls all the way up so my dick is out of him. When he stands I remove my boxers so I am completely naked and I pull his jock strap off. His beautiful little dick is wet with pre-cum. I grab the bottle of olive oil and lube up his dick. "Careful," he groans. Ryan must be close too. "Okay Ryan, climb back on but face me this time." His eyes light up. Ryan climbs on, his dick hits my chest as he aligns himself, but once he has my dick in his hand he directs it back to his hole and it slides in very easily. Before he can start rocking up and down I change things up a little. "This time I'll do the work, you take care of yourself and kiss me," with that I move my face to his. Holding onto his hips I start lifting my hips off the couch and thrusting up into Ryan's ass. He moans into my mouth every time my tip slams into his prostate. I don't go slow because we are already ten minutes into it. Five minutes of this and Ryan breaks our kissing momentarily with, `I'm gonna cum' and immediately starts to kiss me aggressively as he begins to shoot all over my chest and stomach. It is so fucking hot I am only a minute behind him and soon I am unloading into him. He breaks the kiss and arches back when he feels my dick starting to pulse and my cum filling him. It takes eight more thrusts before my dick stops twitching and ejaculating. As I stop thrusting up Ryan lays his blonde mane on my chest, wraps his arms around me and sighs. "Oh my gawd, that was so much better than I even thought it could be and so much better than a dildo." He looks up at me with his gorgeous green eyes and smiles a dreamy smile. "How was it on your end," he wants to know. "You are just one of the fucking hottest guys I've ever seen Ryan and to be honest, I never wanted this to happen because I think you are too young, but holy fuck was that amazing. I am a mass of confused feelings right now." "But you aren't sorry are you" he asks looking concerned. "God help me Ryan I should be, but I am not," I say with complete honesty. That gets a big smile out of him. "And we are going to do more aren't we?" he asks somewhat shyly. "Today, tomorrow? When?" I ask, not sure. "Today, tomorrow and whenever we can I hope," his shy grin has gone devilish. "I am just stupid enough to agree to more today because there are things I am just dying to do and I suppose that means as long as you and I are willing, single and all that then, yeah tomorrow and whenever too." Ryan leans back, excited and anxious, "what other stuff? How soon can we start?" I sigh, "I am pretty big on honesty in situations like this Ryan and I have to tell you ever since that day you gave me a quick taste of your pucker it has been the object of about fifty percent of my jack off fantasies." He squirms a little and laughs, "I know what you mean, I've been doing the same thing. I want you to rim me for real so bad I can taste it. When can we start?" "Let's shower first and clean up a little." He slides off me and reaches for my hand with his as I stand. When the shower is warm we step in and start to rinse off. Half way through the shower Ryan is hard again. I didn't get a good chance to see his dick when I was fucking him, but now I can. I swear his pecker has grown a lot since that time I sucked it quickly six weeks ago. Then he was barely over 4", now he is closer to 5" and has more of those blonde curlies. It is too cute to resist so I give him a nice blow job in the shower, fingering his ass while I do. He wants to suck me off too. "Let's dry off and go to my bedroom." I can see he wants it in his mouth right now, but he figures a 45 second delay won't be a big deal. As soon as we lie down on my bed, Ryan has my semi in his mouth and the semi doesn't stay semi long. "How do you do that butt thing?" he wants to know. "Get some lube out of the nightstand and I'll teach you." Ryan grabs a bottle of Wet and I walk him through lubing his fingers, lubing my ass and then how to reach in with his longest finger and find the prostate. For a guy right around 5' (up from the 4'10" he was just a couple of months ago) he has very long fingers, which makes me wonder how big that dick of his is going to wind up being; assuming the old wives tale about finger length and shoe size is correct. Thirty to forty-five seconds of probing and he finds my sweet spot, which he can tell because my pucker tightens, my cock leaps and I moan involuntarily. He smiles to himself and goes back to the blow job while still banging me. At first he has a hard time coordinating the sucking and banging, but quickly he catches on and is performing like an old pro. His cock sucking skills, to be blunt, are great; far better than I would have expected from a newly minted 12 year old, but then I remember he has been with Mikey and several of the health club guys. He has me peaked and ready to cum, "I am about two minutes from cumming Ryan if you want me too or you can stop and fuck me to make me cum." He pauses just long enough to say, "I wanna swallow your load," and immediately goes back to it. A minute later I warn him, but all that does is causes him to deep throat me and that sends me over the edge as I shoot three or four ropes of cum down his throat. Ryan backs off and then licks away the residual oozing. He looks up at me and grins. "My turn," I inform him. Ryan smiles broadly and flops on his back. His pecker is hard as a granite statue, but I'll get to that later. As I told him earlier, I really have been jacking off to the memory of his cute pucker and the two or three fleeting licks I had at it during summer. His asshole is a work of art. It ought to be hanging on a wall in the Louvre. It is wrinkly, pink, muscular and clean. I have his legs lifted high and his cheeks spread as I lick around the edges. His moans and mutterings tell me he is liking it. I spend a good five minutes licking and tongue fucking his boy rose. A couple of feels of his dick encounter a lot of pre-cum. I could probably make him cum just through the rimming, but like him with me earlier, I really want to taste his juice again so it is with great reluctance that I lower his legs to take his cock into my mouth. My mouth slowly envelopes his whole dick so Ryan can feel the warmth surrounding it; then I move to my more conventional moves, which means a lot of licking around his head with the odd bob mixed in. Whatever I am doing the sighs and groans tell me it is being well received. It isn't five more minutes before he cums for the third time that morning. When I have finished I lie down beside him and he rolls his body over onto mine with his blonde mop under my chin. "I am up three cums to two," he acknowledges, "how do you want to get even?" The answer for me is easy. "To indulge in one of my fetishes," I tell him. "Oooo, kink-kay," he growls, "do you wanna fuck my feet, rub your dick in my arm pits...? "Ha ha, no, I am not quite that kinky, but the arm pit thing sounds kinda hot... no, I want to rub my dick through your blonde pubes." "Oooo, I like that too!" Ryan rolls off me and spreads his legs open so I can get in between. I am still hard from blowing him, but he has gone soft, which makes it even hotter. I lay my hard dick on his downy pubes, next to his soft dick, and start to rock. I love the feel of him under me and the visual of my dick on his pubes. His dick is hard now too and since I have further use of that, I speed up my rocking, indulge my thoughts in it so I can shoot quickly before he has a chance to even think of cumming. I blow a nice load onto his stomach and chest. "Unfair," Ryan declares, "I wasn't ready to shoot!" "I know," I reply, "because the next time you shoot, it is going to be in my ass." THAT gets his attention. "When?" he asks, barely above a whisper. "No time like the present." And with that I roll off him, onto my back and pull him on top, with him in between my legs. He reaches for the bottle of lube, lubes his dick, then preps me like he knows what he is doing (and I suspect he does). Once we are both lubed up, he asks if I am ready and a nod from me gives him the go ahead. At almost 5" and not too thick, he slides in pretty easily. He lifts my legs and starts fucking away. The kid is all muscle so while his dick isn't huge yet, his power and technique are impressive and feel great to boot. I had gone soft after blowing my load on him, but the visual of this little blonde stud plowing in me has me hard again pretty quickly. Ryan has a serious, all business look on his face, so I hope he is enjoying this. I know I am. He lifts my legs even higher so he is almost driving straight down into me and the feeling is amazing. Despite his lack of length and girth he is hitting me just right and delivering a world of pleasure. "So close," he mutters and then picks up speed. In less than a minute I can feel his dick spasming so I know he is firing his jizz into me. As he starts to jizz he bends down to kiss me and then moans as each ejaculation leaves his pulsating rod. He collapses on me when he all shot out, his mop like mass of blonde hair just under my chin. I can feel his chest heaving as he recovers from the exercise. "Fuck Tim, I hope that was as good for you as it was for me. I've been dreaming of that for months now. It was so hot shooting in your butt and not a sock for a change." "You were awesome Ry guy. I can't believe how good you are for a guy your age." "Oh, that reminds me!" Ryan gets up and walks over to his backpack. He bends over and reaches into it pulling out an iPad and iPhone. As he bends over his cute little buns spread and I see that incredible hole again. There is still a surreal quality about the notion that my dick and tongue have both been there recently. As guilty as I feel about it I can't help but hope we get a chance to do it again, and again, and... well you get the idea. I really liked it. "Mikey says you can help me hide my porn collection." Ryan sits Indian style on the bed and lays his devices down. He is completely comfortable in his nakedness. There is no shame or embarrassment in him. I sit up too and explain the process, grab his devices and take them to my desk. I go through the same steps I have with the other guys. When it comes time for his password for the cloud disk, he tells me to choose one for him. "Ryan, it is supposed to be secret. What if I went on your cloud drive and looked at all your private pictures?" Ryan just opens his arms, looks down at his naked body and then looks up at me. "What private? You've seen me naked and hard, I've seen you naked and hard; we fucked and sucked, what is left? I am fine if you check out my private pics, in fact it is kinda hot thinking about it." I guess it makes sense after a fashion. "Okay, what is your middle name?" "Joseph," he replies. "And your address?" "1725 San Luis Rey Ave..." "That's enough," I tell him, "your password will be joseph1725. It doesn't matter what case it is." I transfer all the files, once that is all done I decide to check a couple of the files on the cloud to be sure it took before I erase them from the iPad and iPhone, scrub the drives and install the privacy apps. Ryan is looking over my shoulder as I open the folder labeled `Omegle'. There are over 500 files in it and a ton are labeled things like `11yo George', `12yo Michael', `12yo Norwegian boys' and so on. I am curious what 11 and 12 year olds are doing on Omegle. I am shocked to find out. Some of the files are just the boys, some are split screen where I can see both them and Ryan. The boys all wind up naked, all wind up jacking their little peckers and what I consider an inordinate number of them seem to love showing their holes, fingering their holes and inserting things in their holes, like pens, hot dogs and even a dildo. Where do 11 year olds get dildos? In any case, they are incredibly hot and have me hard again. Ryan grins and climbs into my lap. He is still naked of course as am I and he is hard too. "Pretty fucking hot, eh?" he asks, "Fuck yeah it is. I can't believe so many young guys want to shove things in their bum. That never even occurred to me until I was like a junior in high school." Ryan shrugs, "even though you aren't THAT much older than me, you didn't have an Internet like we do now. You go online and you see guys fucking and fucking themselves with stuff; guys ask to see your hole, ask you to put things in them, so you do. It just seems normal. Everyone does, even a lot of straight guys. Probably half the guys in my Omegle folder tell me they are straight or bi, but that doesn't stop them from putting stuff in their butts or even sucking a friend's dick if he is with him when we do stuff. It isn't like it's real, it is just the Internet." That `it isn't like it's real, it is just the Internet' strikes a real chord with me. These guys don't understand the Internet is real and that things like Omegle, sexting and the rest can come back to bite them in the ass. It also stirs my imagination a little. I wonder how many of the `straight' guys, once they've given or gotten a blow job on Omegle give or get without it? Are they emboldened to ask their friend later if they want to do it without being on the Internet? Or do they need the cover of the Internet in the same way boys in my day needed a beer or two to pretend we were drunk so we could suck dicks. The Internet has opened a whole new world for kids and they are seeing things at younger and younger ages. I didn't see the things they see until I was well into college. In some respects I think the Internet is great because a gay Kansas farm kid can find out he isn't alone and form friendships all over to support him. The dark side is 12 year olds who know about dildos, fisting, bondage and the like. My musings stop when Ryan wiggles his butt on my still hard dick. "I need to get home soon. Can we shower now?" No time to consider the dark side of the Internet when you have a naked hottie squirming in your lap. We have a shower surprisingly free of any more sex, but a lot of Ryan just leaning into me with my arms wrapped around him as the warm water cascades over us. He is such a perfect little guy. My mind wanders to what will happen if I am single six years from now when he hits 18? Would he still like me or will he be into guys his age by then? After we dry and he dresses (I just put boxers on), he looks like the perfect angel slash Serra Island beach kid I saw at church this morning. "Thanks Timmy, that was the best ever." Ryan gives me a chaste kiss and steers his bike out the back gate. The rest of Sunday is pretty quite. I can't say the same for Monday. My iPhone , that is always with me, wakes me with a start at 2:38AM. It is never, ever good news when your phone rings at 2:38AM. "Tim, its happened!" a panicked voice on the phone tells me. I think I know who it is, but I am not sure. "What has happened?" "My father! He's hurt Christian, hurt him bad! I don't know what to do!" I snap fully awake immediately. "Felix, calm down. You can't help Christian if you are panicking. Take him to the emergency room at Scripps Serra Island and I'll meet you there." "I can't pay for him Tim. I don't even know if my parents have insurance." "Don't worry about that Felix; the hospital will treat him immediately and when I get there, I'll take care of everything. You just get him there now, as fast as you can." Hanging up with Felix I make three more phone calls as I am throwing on some clothes. The first is to Tony Budetti. "I am guessing this is bad news Tim?" "Yeah Tony, that son of a bitch of a father that Christian has has beaten him badly. Felix is taking him to the emergency room. I'll meet you there." "Son of a bitch, I'll fuck that crazy pelon up if he has hurt Christian." The next is to an old high school friend who works for the county now and the last to my parents. I am closer to the hospital so I beat Felix and Christian there. I am outside the emergency room when they pull up. Felix screeches the brakes, jumps out and pulls Christian out of the front passenger seat. Christian is holding a towel over the left side of his face, there is blood dripping off his lower lip and his clothes are torn. I can see evidence of what looks like he was whipped with a belt buckle. On the plus side he is walking okay and both arms look okay as well. We walk into the emergency room together. The duty nurse sees immediately what is up and directs us to a treatment area in the ER where see starts to evaluate Christian's injuries. "What's your name honey," the nurse gently asks. "Christian ma'am." "Okay Christian, I'm going to take good care of you. My name is Patty, can you pull the towel away and we can see what we have here." I pull out my iPhone and start snapping pictures. As Christian moves the towel away I can see he has a gash over his eye, his nose is bloody and maybe broken plus the split lip. As the nurse, Patty Munoz her name tag says, starts to cut off Christian's shirt I switch to movie mode to record the injuries. "Do one of you guys own that car out front?" a burly security guard asks as he comes into the treatment area. Felix nods. "Ya gotta move it. You are blocking the ambulance entrance." Felix looks conflicted and ready to argue. "Go ahead, I've got Christian." Felix leaves and the nurse stems the bleeding on Felix's face and checks the welts on his back. "The bleeding has stopped for now, but you are going to need some stitches I think and maybe x-rays. I'll send the doctor in when he finishes the other case he is on. Are you doing okay Christian?" Christian gets a small smile, "yeah, thanks." Patty squeezes his hand reassuringly and turns to me, "then I'll need some information. Did you call the police already?" I nod, "Deputy Chief Budetti should be here any minute. And I can give you a lot of the information you'll need and Christian can fill up the rest." That satisfies her and she leaves us alone. No sooner has she left than Tony rushes in. Christian's face lights up. "Tony! I knew you'd come!" Tony looks uncomfortably at me, unsure what to do. I give him a knowing acknowledgement. He wraps his arms around Christian gently and speaks to Christian quietly. "You know I am here for you kiddo." "I know Tony, thanks." They break their brief embrace and Tony turns back into Deputy Chief Budetti. "I have a detective coming to take some pictures and statements," Tony's voice moves to his official, authoritative voice, "and two black and whites to accompany me to Christian's house to arrest Mr. Ortega." "Fuck I hope he resists," Tony says to me quietly, away from Christian. "I have pictures and videos on my iPhone from the initial evaluation of Christian's injuries, if that helps." "When Detective O'Keefe gets here, he'll give you his email and you can send them to him. He'll be the lead on the case." Felix walks back in and there are four uniformed officers with him. "Ready Chief? Hey Tim," the tallest of the four says to me. "Hey Klip," I say grimly. Klip is an old classmate and was a pretty good friend when I lived here before, but we haven't seen much of each other since I've been back. Klip understands my mood, "don't worry, we'll get it done." The doctor comes in and shoos everyone but Felix out of the room. Tony and the four officers are discussing how to take down Christian's father as we leave the treatment room. My parents, Robert and Nancy are in the waiting room huddled with another old classmate of mine from Serra Island High, Julie Rodgers. "Ms. Rodgers, you got here in a hurry," Tony says to her. "Tim called me right after you. He had me ready and primed to expect this." Julie is with the county Child Protective Services and I had talked to her the same way I'd talked to Tony and my parents based on Felix's fears. Detective Rick O'Keefe and his partner, Detective Randy Chu walk in just before Tony and the four uniforms head out to Empire Beach to affect the arrest of Mr. Ortega. Tony explains briefly the score to them. "Julie, let's you and I go talk to the vic and Dec. Chu can take Mr. Gallagher's statement," Dec. O'Keefe says. For the next 70 minutes the wheels of justice start their slow grind; statements are taken, photos are taken, my photos and videos are sent to the detective's email and Julie processes her CPS paperwork. The doctor stitches up Christian and x-rays reveal nothing is broken, so physically he is going to be okay, but when Julie takes me and my parents back to see him, he doesn't look okay mentally. He looks shaken and scared. "Remember I said I'd place you in emergency foster care until we could evaluate things Christian?" He nods an uncertain acknowledgement. "This is Mr. and Mrs. Gallagher, Tim's parents. They are going to care for you tonight and hopefully for awhile until we can straighten things out." Christian looks shocked, surprised and pleased. "Really?" He looks to me and then my parents. My mother goes into immediate mother mode, "yes Christian, we are thrilled to have you come live with us. We want you with us for as long as you need a place." She places an arm over his bare shoulders and strokes his hair softly, pulling Christian to her. "What about Felix?" "He is staying with us tonight too and maybe longer. We have plenty of room." Christian relaxes even further. Tony is back and my raised eyebrow asks the question we all have. "Mr. Ortega was passed out dead drunk when we got there. We cuffed him and he barely moved. He doesn't even know he is in jail now." Tony is obviously disappointed, I think he'd have loved to batoned and tazed the man, but he is a professional. Tony looks to Julie to see where things stand. "Mr. & Mrs. Gallagher are going to have custody of Christian for the immediate future. We'll go to court Thursday or Friday after Mr. Ortega's arraignment. Given Mrs. Ortega's failure to protect her son this time or any of the previous times that Felix and Christian have described to me, she is not a fit guardian at this time. I expect Christian to be with the Gallagher's at least through this school year, but we won't know until the judge signs off on it." "You know where we live Tony, if you need to speak to Christian or Felix, come over any time," my father tells Tony. "Deputy Chief, I'd like some uniformed officers to accompany Mr. Gallagher and Christian back to his house tomorrow so Christian can get whatever possessions he needs." "I'll take care of that personally Ms. Rodgers and I'll have my most ill tempered officer with me too." Tony looks to Christian, "Here is my card young man. You've had quite a night, call me when you wake up and we can take care of that." "Thank you officer," Christian says politely. `Young man'? `Officer'? I have to work hard to stifle a smirk as Tony and Christian play off that they've never met before While we had been waiting before I had gone to my car and retrieved a t-shirt for Christian to wear to replace the one that had been cut off by Nurse Munoz; it was a Stanford Cardinal Wrestling t-shirt and it was two sizes too big for Christian. "Stanford Wrestling looks good on you Christian, let's see if we can make that happen." Christian flashes his famous smile, the first time I've really seen it tonight. "That would be awesome Tim, you think I can?" "I think you have all the tools you need. Now let's get out of here, you need to get to bed." My father puts his arm around Christian and leads him out to their car, "let's go home and hit the sack son, I bet you are exhausted." Christian leans into my father a little, "funny I am not that tired really." My father told me the next day Christian was out like a light as soon as his head hit the pillow. It was 5AM by the time I got home. I had a conference call scheduled at 7AM and I knew I'd be worthless so I called the client and explained I'd had a family emergency. They were very understanding and agreed to reschedule for the same time the next day. I collapsed on top of my bed and didn't move until my iPhone woke me again a little after 10AM. "Hi son, it's Mom." "Hey what's up?" I ask. "Christian has had his breakfast, Lord that boy can eat, I'd forgotten how teens are; at 11AM the deputy chief is coming by to get him and take him and your father down to Christian's house to get whatever possessions and clothes he wants. Then at 3PM a school friend of Christian's, Michael Loftus, is coming by and we are going to go clothes shopping for Christian at Scripps Plaza Mall. Christian wondered if you'd like to come." "Sure, you want me to drive?" "That would be nice dear, we'll see you around 3PM." I am guessing Christian called Mikey when he got up. I am glad he'll have Mikey along to give him some comfort and more stability. I got the story on retrieving Christian's possessions from Felix who stopped by on the way to work at the Hotel Vic. "When we got to my parent's house my mother was all `oh mijo' this and `mijo' that. I finally snapped and told her that the time to be a mother was when her husband was beating his mijo, not now. She'd had too many chances to stop it and she never did. She was sobbing when we left and neither Christian nor I cared." Later in the afternoon I get a call from Julie. Mr. Ortega had been arraigned on several charges, all felonies and was facing 10-15 years in prison. "So is he still in jail?" "No, the judge released him on $1,000 bail." "A THOUSAND DOLLARS! Facing 10-15 years in state prison?! That's outrageous!" I protested. "I talked the ADA into that bail," Julie says. I start to come unglued, but then it hits me what is going on. "You want him to skip bail." I say flatly. "Of course I do," she laughed, "Mrs. Ortega bailed him out 15 minutes ago and I bet they'll be across the border into Mexico by 2:30PM. He'll be adding one more felony to his charges and he knows if he crosses back into the U.S. he is toast." "And the judge went along with his, he had to know what you were doing." "He looked over the top of his glasses at the ADA, looked over at me in the gallery, shook his head once, suppressed a smile and approved the bail. He is a tough old bird and understood it was the best recourse." Julie was two steps ahead of me already in helping to secure Christian's placement with my folks. "Thanks Julie, I really appreciate your help in this." "No Timothy Patrick, thank you. I wish all my placements were so easy and I felt as good about them as I do with Christian." It rolled on close to 3 o'clock so I drove the three-fourths of a mile to my parent's house and picked up Mom, Christian and Mikey to head to the mall. Christian has two black eyes from his damaged nose, but you can barely notice the stitches over his eye because Dr. Patel had sewed them so tight. Overall he looks not too bad. "What are we shopping for?" I ask no one in particular as everyone seatbelts up. "Everything," my mother answers, "shirts, pants, shorts, socks, underwear, pajamas, slacks, a sports coat or two, board shorts, dress shoes and whatever else he needs. We also need to get a new game system for your bedroom. I don't think Christian is going to want to play on that antique that is in there now." I see Mikey in the rear seat smirking at `board shorts' since he knows that those board shorts will see more time empty, lying on my pool deck than they will on Christian's narrow hips. We get to Nordstrom at the Scripps Plaza Mall and my mother's personal shopper, Marissa, meets us in the Boy's Department. "Marissa, this is my foster son Christian and his friend Michael," she goes on to explain what all Christian needs. "Christian, you get whatever you like, but trust Marissa too to help you pick out some nice clothes. We will get most of your school clothes here and we can head someplace else for the more casual stuff." "But how will I pay for it all, Mrs. Gallagher?" "Don't be ridiculous Christian, Bob and I are taking care of you and that includes getting you properly dressed, fed and educated. And you better call me Nana, I suspect you are as close to a grandson as I am going to get out of this one," and she jerks her thumb at me. Both the boys giggle at that and head off with Marissa to peruse the Boy's Department. When they are out of earshot my mother turns to me. "I gather Michael is a rather `special' friend of Christian's?" "Yes, they are boyfriends Christian told me." "So what do I do if they go into your... into Christian's room and close the door?" "Knock and wait to be invited in" I suggest with a smirk. She gives me her not amused look. "Well I am serious, but sounding more serious, they are going to do what they are going to do and if you have rules like leaving the door open, etc and they want to do what boys in love do, then they will find a way. You'd have been horrified if you knew how many blow jobs I gave and got in that room when I was 13 years old." My proper Presbyterian mother looked over at me, "I am horrified now, but I wasn't completely ignorant back then." A slight smile pursed her lips. My face felt like it was on fire. End of Chapter Fourteen.