Date: Thu, 22 Dec 2011 18:44:09 -0700
From: dnrock@rock.com
Subject: Red 2 (revised)

Red
by:  dnrock(dnrock@rock.com)

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I sincerely hope you readers are enjoying Russell's adventure.  Many things
are happening in Russell's life.  In this progress report he will be doing
most of the story telling.  The all seeing nerator has been given a cup of
black coffee and instructed to keep his comments to a minimum.  If he is a
good boy Red will allow the narrator's hands to move from his crotch to the
keyboard, in subsequent chapters.


2:  Becoming A Smith


By lunch time, Russ had left five messages in Kos' voice mail box.  Kos
phoned the hospital.  Russ' little alto voice soured to near soprano,
greeting his new friend.  Kos was amazed at his reaction.  He was
frightened by it too.  Frightened that it signified some kind of boy
expectation, he was not confident that he would be able to meet it.

"Can you come now Kos?"

"I am supposed to be in two studio classes this afternoon."

"Officer Jensen is on his way to the college to pick you up.  They didn't
tell me anything except to tell you."  He giggled a bit, "See you soon `big
brother'."

Kos was standing in the foyer of the college and through the large glass
doors, he could see a black and white pull up.  Eric and Sandy got out and
started up the steps.  This was getting just a bit much.  Not that Kos
didn't want to cut his classes and head for the hospital but that "they"
assumed he could and would bothered him.  "They" knew he couldn't let the
boy down.  "They know me way too well," he thought.  "They" would learn
that he was his own man, and that he would go his own way.  "They" would be
taken aback but not this time.  Next time, when it was only himself to be
concerned about.

Eric and Sandy entered the doors and seeing Kos headed to him.  Kos lead
the way to the admin. offices, where Eric used his uniform to get Kos
excused from his afternoon classes by telling them Kos was needed to assist
in an investigation.  "I don't know cous; this place looks more like
Halloween costume party every time I visit."

Kos did have to agree with him.  Many of the art students found it
necessary to present themselves as different.  Sometimes, he felt a bit out
of place, having only one ear stud and in relatively normal clothing: jeans
and a T-Shirt.  Kos was easy going and did not tend to judge his fellow
students; although he did find some of the more bizarre and affected
behaviour just a bit hard to be around, specifically the ones that were
phonies.  He expected the acting students, in the Arts program to play a
part but not his fellow visual artists.  "We must be honest and
real to be relevant," Kos thought.

It wasn't that some of the girls acted like boys and some of the boys acted
like girls, that never bothered him.  It was only when some kind of
stereotype was being overly dramatized that he turned away.  He guessed
they were struggling to define themselves, and find out who they were.
None of this ever made any sense to him.  He just always seemed to know who
he was.  He knew he was on some kind of quest to define himself, for
himself.  He just figured it was some kind of evolutionary process,
probably a life long one, at that.  For him making a statement was as
important, if not more so, than for the others; he just thought his work,
his art, was the best, most effective way to do it.  Kos had adopted a
British pop song from a few years ago as his anthem.  "I am the one and
only, nobody can do it better then me.." (Chesney Hawlks, "One And Only")

"It's a nice day Eric.  Can't we walk?"  Eric sent the car back to the
station house.

"Sure it's only six or seven blocks."  Kos stopped at the video rental
store, to pick up the additional Harry Potter DVD's he promised.

"Mind telling me why my presence is so important?"

"My dad has been volunteered to represent Russ and we are turning down the
screws on Social Services.  I arrested the parents earlier today.  The DA
is getting all the charges organized now but they lawyered up before I
could get their co-operation.  Dad figures we will need to play hard ball."

"Well, Uncle Fred was volunteered too.  I guess I'm not the only one.  I
guess it will be all right," he thought to himself.

"I still don't see why I need to be... Why is Uncle Fred
doing this himself?"

"If he sends one of his juniors, like my brother or sister, Social
Services will just dig us in some bureaucratic hole.  Dad figures, if he
personally takes the case everyone will get the message, including the DA."

"Yes, but why me?"

"Oh, you are the only person Russ is comfortable enough with, except maybe
me but I can't, you know, take on a client and well, you know, my hours are
not regular enough..."

"I see, but Social Services will never, you know, I'm just a student."

"That's why your parents will also be attending.  Dad wants the court to
appoint Aunt Freda and Uncle Leslie as Russ' legal guardians."

"That all sounds good but I'm not moving back home.  The art campus of the
university is right across the city.  Oh I get it, Russ can stay with Nancy
and me, so he can continue in his present school."

"Well not quite buddy, Uncle Les is taking a one year assignment in the UK
and Aunt Freda is taking a sabbatical and going with him.  You and Russ
will house sit.  Now before you protest, you get the use of both cars.  Oh,
Nancy and Simon are taking over the apartment anyway."

"Eric, why is it no one ever tells me anything?  No one ever asks
me what I want."

"Look man, things just happened too fast.  Why do you think Russ left all
those messages for you?  It's not just you, things have happened to all of
us.  It's fate I guess."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean... but what if, I mean, are you sure it's a good
idea... you know, well...I don't even know?"

"Hey man, you will do all right.  What are you afraid of?"

"I think I am falling in love, Eric, but he is so young.  What if
he is not like me?
 You know, you and I were older and, man I'm all mixed up."

Eric put his arm around Kos' shoulder.  It was just a bit of a stretch as
he is quite bit shorter.

"Kos, that is just the point.  You and Russ have bonded.  You're buddies
and he needs a buddy more than anything.  You should hear him talk about
you.  It's like Simon and I had nothing to do... I think we all love him.
He has that way about himself.  He just steals your heart with those big
blue eyes of his.  Look, if sex happens and it is mutual, it happens and it
is a good thing.  Hell, look at us, it was the best thing that ever
happened to me and I don't think you suffered.  When the time is right you
will know.  It may never happen but you will know and so will he."

"But he is only 10, my god I was 12, that's two whole years."

"Each of us are unique and we mature and grow at our own rate.  Simon told
me the boy looks like he has already started puberty, at least the earliest
stages and will be at least 18 months ahead of the average.  You my boy
were a little slow off that mark, as I recall."

"Oh man, I sure do recall.  By the way, I'm uh, getting a little, you know,
we need to spend some time fucking, you and I."

"Ya me too; how about day after tomorrow? Sandy and I have some time off."

"Thanks lover, 48 hours to bliss, I can feel you up my butt already.  What
about Jessica?"

"She is working and I don't think Sandy likes her much.  You know what they
say about dipping your pen in the company ink.  Perhaps,...I don't know
yet."

"I'm here for you bud; any time you need it."

Eric squeezed his shoulders again as a sign of recognition.  He also hoped
Russ and Kos would get it on together.  He wondered if Kos would be as
skilled at seduction as he had been.  The teacher always likes to see his
students succeed and besides the kid is real cute and has the nicest little
bubble butt in the world.  He was sure his cousin/lover would share when
the time was right.

They were meeting in the basement conference room at the hospital, since
Simon would not release Russ yet.  Almost everyone but Russ was in the
room.  After greetings, Uncle Fred asked Kos to go up and get Russ.  When
Kos got up to the second floor he found Russ sitting on his bed, dressed in
new jeans and a lovely blue shirt.  "Of course, Mom and Dad were here
earlier, that's just the way she would dress me at 10," Kos
thought, "even in the same colours".

Russ came streaking across the room and into Kos' arms being swept off the
floor into the air.

"I knew you would come, I knew it!"

He put his head on Kos' massive shoulder, pressing his face against him and
wiggled down to the floor.  "Wow that sure felt good even with my bruises,"
thought Russ.

Kos dug in his back pack and pulled out three Harry Potter DVD's to the
cheer of all 4 boys.

"Nurse Nancy was right about him," one of the boys commented.  Kos
looked puzzled.  "Nancy said you were the second best little brother in the
world."

"And who then is the first?"  Russ turned as red as his hair and pointed to
himself.  That prompted Kos to begin tickling the boy in the ribs but only
gently since he was probably still very tender.

"I like his tickling but was glad when he stopped; I am still a little
tender."

Everyone was laughing at that point and Kos had to admit his sister was
probably correct.

"I guess she has not forgotten all the evil things I did to her
when I was your age," he said smiling and taking Russ' hand,
leading him to the meeting.

As they passed the nursing station the ladies all smiled at this pair.  The
very tall blond Kos and the much shorter but very proud looking, red headed
boy, passing by.  They were immediately buzzing among themselves about the
Smith family and how lucky Simon was.  What none of them noticed was both
boys were rock hard.  There was some kind of chemistry at work that not
even they were completely aware of.  Oh they were aware of it, to the
extent that both boys realized the stiffness between their legs, but that
was all they realized.

Once everyone assembled, Fred explained to Russ who he was and roughly what
was going to happen.  Russ was quite taken by everything; Kos' parents had
just breezed in earlier with his new clothing and explained who they were.

Russ' view of the proceedings.  I was astounded when mom and dad Smith told
me they were to become my guardians and even adopt me, when they brought in
my new cloths.  The Social Services people arrived, and Uncle Fred called
the meeting to order.  In addition to the social worker, that I already
knew, there was an older man who already knew Fred and who was obviously
somewhat disgruntled at having been summoned to this meeting.  He obviously
viewed this, as just a routine apprehension of a stray youth, that needed
to brought into the system.  He was certainly far too important and busy to
be dealing with such routine things.  I didn't like his attitude.

I didn't think much of Mrs. Potter's attitude either, I never did.  The
bitch lied to me last time.  I always thought she didn't much like me, but
I was never sure why.  I was getting just a bit anxious, you know moving
around; sitting still while people talked about me, like I wasn't even in
the room; that makes me uncomfortable.  Sandy must have sensed my unease,
she got up and sat next to me, to receive some of my pets.

Eric, Simon and Nancy all made their reports.  Fred asked a number of
questions but Social Services was silent.  When they were finished the man
asked if that was all and looking at me suggested that I go with
Mrs. Potter now, looking at this watch, as if to signal he had wasted
enough time.  Mrs. Potter got up and moved toward me but Sandy turned her
head and snarled once and added a low rumbling growl.  She sat quickly
down, I patted Sandy's head, for she knew I appreciated her protection.  I
guess she realized I didn't like Mrs. Potter.

"We still have some paperwork to complete, for example, Dr. Evans has not
yet released his patient, nor have we listened to what, if anything,
Russell has to say," Fred said.  He looked at Simon.

"I am not prepared to release Russell until I have had the opportunity to
qualify his care givers and their ability to help him heal both physically
and emotionally."

"Our foster care facilities are all certified.  You are overstepping your
authority doctor.  We are the ones who qualify care givers," the man, one
John Marshall, said.

This Mr. Marshall also had reddish hair, but not as red as mine.  Well what
little he had left that is, besides a lot of grey he was mostly bald.  He
had freckles too.

"Yes, well let me see John, Russell was adopted at birth on the
recommendation of, let me see, oh you, John Marshall," Uncle Fred said.

Wow adopted at birth, that means those bastards are not my real parents or
something.  God now I'm even more confused.

"This is the third time Russell has found himself under a
physician's care, for physical abuse.  In the past 5 years, your department
returned him to his parents; after the second time on the recommendation of
Mrs. Potter, and over the objection of his physician.  I have all the
reports here."

The Tolkan's are both in jail on charges of child abuse and this time you
won't be able to have them dropped, like you did on the two previous
occasions, because it is Dr. Evans and Officer Jensen that filed them,"
Uncle Fred stated.

Uncle Fred looked at me and smiled.  I could see a twinkle in his eye, the
same one that is in Kos' and Eric's eyes.  I think I'm going to like being
in this family.

"Russell also believes that social services has systematically and wilfully
failed to provide him with the protection he is entitled.  He further wants
nothing more to do with you or your organization, as he feels social
services harbours some kind of bias against him," Uncle Fred went
on.

Fred held up his hand to stop John from interrupting.  I don't know how he
knew that I felt that way.  I did, but he said it a lot nicer.

"I have reviewed your file on Russell and the Tolkan family and find it is
filled with errors and downright untruths.  In fact, except for the names
and physical descriptions, little of the information in these files is
factual.  Officer Jensen and my staff have already assembled enough false
information examples, in this one file alone, to warrant a review of all
your department's files.  Shall I call the DA or would you like an
opportunity to do the right thing for Russell while you are still in
office?"  Fred said in a rather harsh tone.

Mrs. Potter was about to speak when Marshall stopped her.  "What do you
have in mind, Fred?"

"First, I want you to assign Mr. and Dr. Smith as Russell's
emergency guardians."  He pushed the paper toward him.

"Second, this is a petition to the family court to set aside his adoption
and terminating the Tolkan's parental rights; it also makes Russell a
permanent ward of Mr. and Dr. Smith.  I want you and Mrs. Potter to sign
off on this letter of recommendation, supporting the petition."  He pushed
the documents toward them.

"Third, you will see that any moneys normally granted to foster families,
on Russell's behalf, will be immediately transferred to the Smiths."

"Fourth, these are yours and Mrs. Porter's letters of resignation,
effective the day after tomorrow." He pushed them over as well.

"If we refuse to resign?"

"I will place that call to the DA and Officer Jensen will place both of you
under immediate arrest for breach of the public trust.  I will also file
these civil actions against you and your department on Russell's behalf,
claiming damages."  He pointed to another stack of papers.  "The
amounts sought will suck up your department's budget for years to come.
Finally, Russell and I will hold a little press conference in his hospital
room.  The TV cameras will just love all those bruises.  They contrast so
well with his red hair.  When he tells them this was a result of Social
Services inaction or more like the action, of sending him back, you will
not need to resign.  I suspect you will be fired first."

"John, you are asking too much," Marshall protested.

"I think not.  Now if, and only if, every other file in your office is
squeaky clean, it's class action time, John.  My firm will have a field day
at your expense and let me see, you have a staff of what, 25?  By the way
Russell's suits are ready, and I will file them this afternoon.  I also
suspect there has been some kind of collusion between yourself and the
Tolkans.  If so, it means criminal charges too and I am sure my son and his
colleagues will find evidence once they start looking."

"Okay, we will sign," Marshall agreed.

They did too.  Dr. Evans served as the witness.  Just before Marshall and
Potter were about to leave.  Uncle Fred asked me if I had anything to say.

"Yes Sir, I'm a bit confused and lots of what happened, I guess I don't
understand.  The one thing I do understand is that none of this was my
fault.  I could never figure out what it was I was doing wrong.  It wasn't
me after all.  It was you people and my so called parents."

Mrs. Potter was crying as they hurried out the door, clutching copies of
the documents.

Mr. and Dr. Smith were all over me like a blanket.  I can't say I didn't
like it.  I did.  I was not accustomed to adults making such a fuss over
me, I guess I better get accustomed to it.  It seems like the Smiths are a
touchy feeley group.

Mom and Dad Smith, that's what they told me to call them, took me home.  I
wanted Kos to come too but he had too much to do and would move back home
on the weekend.  On the way we stopped at my old home.  It was never a home
in any meaning of the noun, except a place that I lived in.  Anyway, Eric
and Sandy met us there and I collected what ever I wanted.  Not much: some
books, toys and games, some clothing, my box of treasures, school stuff.  I
noticed Eric digging around in "their" bedroom.  When we came out he had a
large envelope in his hands.  I don't know what was in it or why he
had it.  All he said to Dad Smith was, something about copies as insurance.
Whatever that was to mean.

On the way home Mom Smith made Dad stop at J. C. Penny's.  I don't think
Dad likes shopping but he was a real trouper while Mom dragged us through
the Boy's Department.  The only time he said anything was at the
underwear rack.  He insisted I got to pick out what I wanted.  I of course
wanted "Y" front bright colours with actions figures like Spider Man and
Superman on them.  If I knew what style Kos had that is what I would have
chosen.

I never saw so many clothes before; I mean she had piles on the counter.
Shirts, T-Shirts, pants, jeans, shorts, pyjamas, undies, socks, shoes,
bathrobe, a swimsuit, jackets, sweaters, a belt, all kinds of stuff.  After
we took the packages to the car, Mom wanted to go back in for more.  Dad
suggested he and I needed a soft drink, so we headed for the food court and
she went into a drugstore.  I was only half way through my Blizzard when
she showed up with another arm load of bags.

Dad's car is a silver Mercedes.  It is real cool with leather seats and
very quiet.  They, well Mom, made me sit in the back with my seat belt
secured.  I have never been in this part of the city before, and the signs
kept pointing toward the university.  I could see some of the big
buildings, of what I figured was the university, when we turned off on a
side street.  It was filled with big houses and had lots of big trees.  We
went about three blocks and pulled into a wide driveway.  Dad pressed a
button and the garage door went up and we drove in.  Wow was this place
something.  I mean even the garage was something.  The other car was a red
sports type.  There were several bicycles and lawn mowers and stuff.  I
helped carry all the packages into the house.

"Your room is upstairs next to the bathroom.  It was Kos' when he was
growing up," Mom said, as I followed her up the stairs.

I couldn't believe it at first.  The room was huge.  It had bookshelves
stuffed with boy books and lots of other stuff too.  There was a desk, a
TV, a radio and all kinds of sports equipment.  Mom and Dad put my stuff in
drawers and hung things in the closet.  Dad showed me where stuff was at,
like the bathroom and linen closet.  After this was all done she kissed me
on the cheek and suggested I lay down for a bit and rest.  Dad just smiled
and nodded, so I figured I should do as requested.  I guess she thinks I am
fragile or something.  Well I am still a bit tender, that is true.

This bed is so comfortable, I remember thinking.  The next thing I knew was
dad waking me up for dinner.  ......................

Mrs. Stemple is sure quiet, I wonder what she thinks about staying late
every day, to help me catch up.  Not that grade 5 is hard or anything like
that, but I was just behind the others.  I guess it's all right, the other
kids don't make fun of me or anything, except for my bright red hair.  I
have always got teased about that ever since I can remember.

In this class there is one girl with reddish hair and freckles, although
not as many as I have.  Most of the teasing comes from the lower grades.
She calls them undisciplined ignoramuses.  I looked up ignoramus: An
ignorant person; a vain pretender to knowledge; a dunce.  Synonyms:
bonehead, dolt, dunce, fool, half-wit, idiot, moron, no scholar, wooden
spoon...  It also said that the correct plural form is ignoramuses.  Since
ignoramus in Latin is a verb, not a noun, there is no justification for a
plural form *ignorami.  To use it would be to leave oneself open to the
charge of being an ignoramus.  I told her about that and we both laughed.
I think she is about as bright as I am.  In my old school I was always
right at the top of the class.  Here I won't know for a bit, until I catch
up anyway.

While Russell day dreamed, about nothing of any great importance, Kos snuck
into the classroom.  He could see through the window in the door, Russ was
looking longingly out of the window and not paying any attention to his
workbook.  Probably math, he thought.  Mrs. Stemple looked up from her
desk.  Kos held his finger to his mouth and pointed at Russ.  She smiled.
Kos crept up behind his new little brother.

"Is she that alluring?"

I jumped and knocked my books on the floor, when my little day dream; well
mind wandering to be more exact, was so abruptly interrupted.  I jumped up
and immediately turned bright red.  I could feel the heat in my face so it
must be as red as my hair.  Kos and Mrs. Stemple were both laughing.  To me
it was not funny.  Well it was funny but when you're the butt of the joke
you can't let on, can you.  "Sheila O'keef, if you must know.  She
has red hair and sits right over there."  I pointed at her desk, one up and
two over.  Kos was apologizing for being late as I handed my workbook in.
Mrs. Stemple graded my math work and handed it back.

"You are making great strides, Russell, I think you will be all caught up
by next week, don't you?"

"Yes mam, I think so too, as long as my big brother doesn't scare me too
often."

"Does this room bring back memories, Kosmos?"

"Oh Ya, lots of them."  I looked at him and then her, searching for some
explanation.

"I was Kosmos' grade five teacher, right here in this classroom.  In fact,
he sat just one desk ahead of you and as I recall had a real crush on Judy
Knovac, she sat right across the isle from him."  Mrs. Stemple smiled up at
me and Kos.  It was Kos' turn to get embarrassed.

"Ooough, I guess he has neglected to tell me anything about that.  Come
brother you can fill me in on the way home."  I pushed my body against him
to get some movement.  I like it when our bodies make contact and I really
like it when he puts his long arm around my shoulders and we move together.
Now if I can just get him to take shorter steps or perhaps I can grow
longer legs.

Kos has lots of homework, lots more than me.  He cooks okay, but orders
lots of pizza.  Well I like pizza, as long as the peppers aren't too hot.
He took over Nancy's old room, right across the hall from me.  That's good,
because some times I get sacred and I know right where my big brother is.
I am making friends but there aren't very many boys my age in the
neighbourhood.  I play with the few there are after school and in the early
evening.

Sometimes Kos' friends come over.  A couple of boys he has known since
grade school, still live in the area, and they go to the university.  I
like them all right but they don't seem interested in me.  In fact,
they would just take over the Xbox if they got the chance.  Some of his
friends from the art college come over too.  They are weird.  One of the
girls dresses in long, black, flowing, get ups and a couple of the boys are
just a bit girl like, with lots of piercings and one has some strange
tattoos on his arms.

I think it was about a week after the Smiths took off for the UK that I
found Kos' porn stash.  I thought it was quite funny at first but for some
reason I just keep going back to it.  The most interesting stuff is on his
computer.  He has a big collection of mostly boys.  Well, they are called
boys but they are mostly a lot older than me.  Kos told me they were his
anatomy collection.  He lied, I think.

Oh sure most of the boys and girls, men and women are naked or nearly so
and in one pose or another.  He is very fussy about the quality of the
pictures and makes lots of critical comments about the lighting,
composition and the like, but a naked young man, or older boy, with a stiff
penis and his legs spread wide, showing off his stuff, is just that.  All
the composition and lighting possible can't quite turn it into high art.
But then what do I know about art.  Anyway, I sure like looking at them.  I
like looking at the boys having sex too; it gives me tingles.  I never knew
boys or even boys and girls did those things.  I mean what do us kids, even
smart ones like me, know anyway.  All I know is, I like looking at them
with Kos.  Sometimes he lets me look at some of the over 18 sites too.
Wow!  All I know is, when I look at myself in the full length mirror, in
the parents bedroom, I think I look just as good as those young
professional models do.

Eric and Sandy visit us a lot.  I sure like it when they do.  Sandy is so
much fun and she is so smart.  We play in the back yard with all kinds of
toys.  Eric sometimes stays overnight and when he does he shares Kos' room
but Sandy comes and sleeps on a little rug by my bed.  Those two are always
pawing my body and rubbing their hands over my limbs and butt.  I sure like
it, more tingles let me tell you.  I guess Kos' photo collection must pay
off, I saw his grades, on some of the figures he sketched and painted, they
were all A's.  I hope he asks me to model for him some day, that would be
so cool.

One night Nancy and Simon came over, and Nancy cooked dinner for us.  She
is almost as good as mom in the kitchen.  Simon is lucky.  He brought his
medical bag and gave me a quick examination.  He tickles but that's okay.
He told me I was all healed up physically and asked me some questions;
about how I am getting along in my new school and if I had any playmates
and so on.  He spent a lot of time examining my scrotum.  That felt funny
at first but I kind of liked it.  He also rolled back my foreskin and made
sure it was clean under it.  He told me to clean it every time I took a
bath or shower.  At dinner he told Kos that I was about to have a growth
spurt, what ever that was to mean.  Then he told me to take some vitamins
and other stuff every day.  He wrote the names on a paper for Kos.  Mom and
Dad called us that night, Mom and Nancy spent most of the time talking to
each other.  I think I was a strong second.  They wanted to know everything
I did, in great detail.

Dad told Kos to get a new computer and give me his old one, so we could
send emails and stuff.  I liked that idea.  After Nancy and Simon went home
Kos and I watched a movie.  It was Pirates of the Caribbean and I was
scared, so Kos put his arm around me and pulled my body into his.  I sure
liked that, he is so strong and I feel so safe and warm pressed against
him.  I fell asleep before it ended so Kos carried me up to my room and put
me to bed.


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