Sierra Inn

Written by Mark The Goodpen

By now I'm sure you know the drill, so I won't bore you with another disclaimer to ignore.

Thank you to everyone who has e-mailed their feedback on this story. Your e-mails let me know I should keep the Sierra Inn in business.

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My Other Story on Nifty:
Wanting Perfection (Gay Male Adult/Youth)

Enjoy!!

From Chapter 26

I walk Mr. Vanderbrook out to the lobby, barely resisting the urge to bear hug the man. Not only has he given me the opportunity to stay in the field I love, but he has allowed me to be there and provide for Brian. When I get back to my office I immediately pick up the phone and call my parents. I tell them to meet Brain and I for dinner tonight at the Italian restaurant Dad had wanted to go to last weekend, and that I have an announcement to make. After hanging up the phone I slowly make my way back to Brian's make shift skate park, where he is cruising around like he owns the joint.

"Are you done?" he asks me as he screeches to a halt only feet in front of me.
"Yep," I say with a smile.
"Was it a good meeting?" he asks me as we start making our way for the parking lot.
"Angel, come over here," I say, as I lead Brian over to a couple of crates sitting against the back wall of the motel.
"Is something wrong?" Brain asks, as we each take a seat on a crate.
"No, not at all," I say. "You know how much I love you?"
"Yeah," he says, looking a little worried.
"Well, sometimes when you love somebody as much as I love you, you do things you would have never thought you would do," I say.
"Like what?" Brian asks, curiously.
"Like changing jobs," I say.
"What?" Brian asks, surprised.
"Brian, I just met with a man, that is going to buy part of the motel from me," I say. "And he's going to make it possible for me to work from home, and he's going to pay me a lot of money to do it."
"But this is your motel," Brian says.
"Yes it is," I say. "And I'll still own part of it. But now, we won't have to come back here after school. ÿAnd I won't have to worry so much about this place. And now we can do things like go to Suns games, and take trips."
"We can?" Brian asks.
"Yes!" I say. "Angel, you see I want to give you what I had when I was your age and more. And if I didn't do this, if I didn't sell the motel I would have never been able to give you what you deserve. God, Brian I would give you the moon if I could. I love you that much," I say, as I feel the tears building in my eyes.
"I love you too, Dad," Brian says with a smile, as he wraps his arms around my neck.

Sierra Inn
Chapter 27

Sitting on a bench outside of the Italian restaurant waiting for my parents to arrive I suddenly become nervous.  They had thought I was out of my mind to try to build the motel right out of college.  But with the small amount of success I have had with it they actually seemed to warm to the idea of my owning and operating a motel.  Now that I have gone and sold the thing I had worked so hard to build I am unsure how they are going to react.  If their reaction is anything like Brian's I'll be fine.  Brian's one and only concern was his skate park, and even though I told him he won't have much use for it anymore he wanted to make sure it stayed there.  So now I have to make sure to tell Mr. Vanderbrook not to do any serious remodeling to the dumpster area of the Sierra Inn.

"Dad," Brian says, suddenly breaking my train of thought.  "Did you mean it this morning when you said we can go on trips now?"
"I sure did kiddo," I say.  "Wherever you want to go."
"Can we leave on Monday?" Brian asks with a smirk.
"No," I say, with a chuckle.  "But this summer, we can go somewhere.  Where do you want to go?"
"I don't know," Brian says, with a shrug.  "I've only been to California, once."
"Well how about you start looking around on the internet, and see if you can find a place," I say.
"Okay," Brian says excitedly.  

I smile to myself not only because of seeing how happy this simple assignment has made Brian but at the knowledge that I will actually be able to give him something he did not have before.  My smile quickly disappears though as I see my parents walking up to us from the parking lot.

"Hey guys," Dad says, as he approaches our bench.  "Sorry we're late."
"Don't worry about it," I say, as Brian and I stand up.
"Hi, Grandpa, Grandma," Brian says, with a smile.
"Hello, there Brian," Mom says happily, as she gives him a hug.
"Guess what!" Brian says, excitedly as he looks up at my Mom and Dad.
"What?" Dad asks.
"Dad has a new job!" Brian says.

I had been wondering exactly how I was going to tell my parents about the sale of the hotel and my career change.  I didn't even know how to bring it up.  But I had not told Brian to leave that to me, figuring he would not say anything about it anyway.  But now that he has I am actually a little relieved that Brian has broken the ice for me.

"What?" Dad asks, looking at me with a look of shock on his face.
"Yeah, well I was going to wait until we were sitting down to tell you this," I say, with a little chuckle.  "But, Brian and I have an appointment in front of a judge in a week and a half to finalize the adoption.  And well, I started thinking that I better have my priorities straight.  So I sold the Sierra Inn."
"You what?" Dad asked, looking as though he has just heard the most shocking news ever.
"I sold the motel," I say.  "But wait, I'm not finished.  I sold it to Peter Vanderbrook, and he remembered me from college.  So now I will be a full time employee of the Vanderbrook Corporation.  Not only that but I will be able to work from home."
"I can't believe it," Mom says, holding her hand to her chest.
"Me neither," Dad says as he shakes his head.
"Well you guys always said I was too young to own a motel on by myself," I say.  "So now I don't."
"And you're okay with not owning it anymore?" Mom asks.
"If I wasn't okay with it I wouldn't have sold it," I say.  "I just realized there are more important things in life than some highway side motel," I say looking down at Brian who is standing next to me.

My parents do not react as much as I thought they would.  They simply state their surprise before we make our way into the restaurant and are seated in a booth in the corner.  I am still unsure what my parents are thinking of what I did, until the wine my Dad ordered for the adults comes, along with Brian's soda.

"Here's to the Sierra Inn," Dad says, raising his glass of wine.  "It may not be the Four Seasons, but it has certainly changed all of our lives for the better," he adds, while looking at Brian, with a smile.

Three years ago I would have never imagined my Dad ever saying anything like that about my motel.  Now that he has I am taken aback a little.  As I clink my wine glass with my Dad's, I think about how he had reacted when I told him I was going to open my own motel on the day I graduated from college.  If there were ever a look that said "you can't be serious" that was the one my Dad was wearing after hearing the news of my plan.  By the end of our hour long discussion I had gotten the idea he was actually angry with me.  I had been offered a job with at one of Vanderbrook's properties near Tucson.  It was a position that would have paid well for a recent college graduate.  But it wasn't what I wanted so I preferred to take the risk of starting my own motel and following my dream than doing the "safe" thing.

Of coarse that was nothing compared to the reaction Dad had had when he first met Brian.  The day he stormed out of the lobby of the Sierra Inn accusing me of having ulterior motives for wanting to help Brian.  My Dad and I love each other, but there has always been the element of my fighting with what he wants for me and what I want.  The risk of opening a motel in my early twenties wasn't what he wanted for me, though it was my dream.  Taking in an eleven year old boy when I am 27 definitely wasn't what Dad wanted for me, but I wasn't about to turn my back on Brian, even when I barely knew him.  But during that seemingly simple toast I see a look of pride in Dad's eyes I haven't seen before.  Suddenly all the arguments, all the lectures seem almost worth it.  I only hope now, Brian sees the pride I have for him when he looks into my eyes.  The last thing I want him to feel is that he is in a virtual tug of war between my dreams for him and his dreams for himself, whatever those might be.

The rest of dinner is quite fun, as Brian talks to my parents about school and his new basketball team.  My parents immediately accept Brian's invitation to his first game in two weeks.  The excellent food helps also.

"Kevin, is it okay if we are at the court next week when you go in front of the judge?" Mom asks me as we walk out to the parking lot lagging behind Brian and Dad who have already disappeared outside to head for an ice cream place Brian had spotted before going into the restaurant.  Mom and I stayed at the restaurant a little longer because we were too full from dinner to have ice cream.
"Absolutely," I say as I hold the door open for her.
"Thank you," she says.  "Dad and I really want to be there when it all becomes official."
"We'd love to have you there," I say, with a smile.  "Grandma."
"Hey, there's only one person who's allowed to call me that," she says quickly.
"Sorry," I say with a chuckle.
"You should be," she says, shaking her head slightly.
"Mom, you know having you guys at the court would really mean a lot to me," I say as we start walking for the ice cream shop.  "And to Brian."
"Well he's a special boy," Mom says.  "I saw it the first day I met him.  But I didn't think he liked me.  I still don't know what changed."
"I'm sure he liked you," I say.  "He was just shy.  And who could blame him."
"Kevin, how did he end up in foster care?" Mom asks, making me realize she had never heard Brian's full story.
"It's a long story," I sigh.
"I have time," she says.
"Mom, honestly I think that's something Brian needs to share," I say, still intent on not sharing Brian's story with anyone without his consent.  "I'll just say it's not a happy story."
"I didn't think it would be," Mom says.  "But Brian seems so well adjusted, other than being a little shy it's hard to believe anything too horrible could have happened to him."
"Yeah it is hard to believe," I say.  "I'll leave it at this, he's been through more than I can imagine but he deals with it all better than you would think possible."
"Kevin," Mom says, as she stops in front of the ice cream shop.  "I always knew you had a big heart, you didn't seem to want to show it for a while there, but I knew it was in you.  I guess it just took Brian to make you show it."
"Well I think he would have the effect on anyone," I say, as I look past my Mom and through the window of the ice cream shop to Brian who is sitting at a table facing the side of the store, talking with my Dad as they eat their ice cream.
"The point is it happened for you," Mom says, catching my eyes again.  "And I'm happy for you for that."
"Thank you," I say, with a little smile.  "That really does mean a lot."
"You're very welcome," Mom says.  "Kevin, I know you will be an excellent father for that boy.  You already are."
"I hope you're right," I say, the smile disappearing from my face.  "Brian deserves the best."
"And you'll give him the best you can," Mom says.  "Which is an awful lot, trust me."
"You don't know how much that means to me," I say, seriously.
"Yes I do," Mom says.  "Kevin, I know you must be scared, with all that is going on.  But I know you'll be fine.  Brian is a lot happier and relaxed than when I first met him. And at the end of the day all that matters is that he's happy.  Right?"
"Yeah," I say, as I nod my head.
"Good," Mom says.  "Now let's get inside, I'm freezing."

After Brian and Dad both have finished their respective cups of ice cream, we head for the parking lot.  Brian gives both of my parents a hug goodbye before we get into the car.

"Did you have a good time tonight?" I ask, Brian as we drive home.
"Yeah," Brian answers quickly.  "Grandpa's funny."
"He is?" I ask.
"Yeah," Brian says.
"Well don't tell him that," I say.  "It'll go straight to his head."
"Dad," Brian says.  "When you were a kid what did you want to be when you grew up?" he asks, the sugar from the ice cream making him more talkative than he usually is.
"Not a motel owner," I say with a chuckle.  "I wanted to be a bunch of stuff it kind of changed a lot.  Why?"
"I think I know what I want to be when I grow up," Brian says.
"What's that?" I ask.
"A chef," Brian says quickly.
"Really?" I ask a little surprise at first though I quickly realize that Brian wanting to help me cook as much as he does probably isn't something someone his age would do unless they had an interest in learning how to cook.
"Yeah," Brian says.  "Then I could write a cookbook and you could use it to cheat," he says with a giggle.
"Well I bet it would be a lot better, than the cookbooks I cheat with now," I say, with a little chuckle.  "I can't wait to see what kinds of dishes you come up with."
"I used to help my Mom cook," Brian says.  "And she'd ask me about school, and tell me what she did during the day."
"Sounds like you guys would have fun," I say.
"Yeah," Brian sighs a little.  "But I like cooking with you too," he adds quickly.  "You're funny because you don't know what you're doing," he adds with a giggle.
"Very funny," I say.  "Well you'll just have to teach me how to cook better when you graduate from chef school," I say, as I wonder to myself where a person goes to learn how to be a chef.
"Okay," Brian says, excitedly as I park the car in the parking lot of our apartment complex.

When we get inside the apartment Brian immediately grabs his computer and parks himself at the breakfast bar, as he searches the internet for a place to go this summer.  I sit next to him as he starts to Google cities that come to his mind.  I stay silent not wanting to persuade him one way or the other.  I want this trip to be to someplace he really wants to see.

"Can we go here?" he asks, me after about twenty minutes of searching as he points to a picture of New York on the computer screen.
"Is that where you want to go?" I ask.
"Yeah!" Brian says, quickly.
"Then we can go," I say, with a smile.
"Cool!" Brian says, as he looks back at the computer screen.
"But right now, I think it's time we make a trip to bed," I say, as I look at my watch and see it's almost eleven o'clock.
"K," Brian says, as he goes to shut down the computer without a single argument.

Brian puts the computer away, in the hall closet as I begin to brush my teeth.  When I get into the bedroom, Brian is sitting on the edge of the bed, scratching at the top of the right leg of his jeans furiously with the tips of his finger nails.

"What are you doing kiddo?" I ask, as I walk into the room.  "You got fleas or something?"
"No," he says, shaking his head.  "I got ice cream on my pants."
"Oh," I say, with a little chuckle.  "That's no big deal.  I'll throw them in the washing machine.  Why don't you give them to me before you tear a fingernail off?"
"K," Brian says, as he starts to take off his shoes.

After getting his shoes off, he stands up and quickly takes off his jeans before handing them to me.  I go out into the hall and get the washer running with Brian's pants inside.  When I get back into the bedroom, Brian is standing at the foot of the bed, in just his white briefs, his shirt in puddle on the floor by his feet.

"Okay, your pants are in the wash," I say, as I take a seat at the end of the bed next to where Brian is standing.
"Thanks," he says as he steps in between my open legs, and wraps his arms around my neck.
"Is this just for putting your pants in the laundry machine?" I ask, with a little chuckle as I wrap my arms around him.
"No," Brian says, as he digs his face into the crook of my neck.  "I love you."
"I love you too, angel," I say, as I start to gently rub his back.
"Tighter," Brian says into my neck.

I quickly squeeze Brian tighter into my body as I continue to gently rub his back.  After a couple of minutes Brian pulls his face away from my neck and looks into my face.  I look back at him and stare into his clear blue eyes as I continue to caress the skin of his back with my hands.  Sensing that Brian would be okay with it, I slowly lean my face towards his and allow our lips to meet.  Brian quickly lets his lips part, and I slip my tongue into his warm mouth.  I quickly sense that something is different with our kissing than anytime we have done it before.  There has always been love there, ever since the first day my lips touched Brian's but tonight, there seems to be a deeper passion mixed with the love as our tongues dance in Brian's mouth.  After a couple of minutes, Brian pulls his face back and looks at me.

"Lower," he says, sounding out of breath as he looks into my eyes.  "Rub me lower!"
"Are you sure?" I ask, with surprise.
"Yeah," Brian says with a quick nod.

Slowly I rub my hands down the length of Brian's spine until they are resting on top of his cotton covered butt.  I gently start to massage the soft flesh of his butt through the cotton material, as Brian brings his face back to mine and we once again lock in a deep kiss this time our tongues dance in my mouth.  As we continue to kiss I massage Brian's butt through his briefs, gently digging my fingers into the soft flesh underneath the cotton, kneading his buns like they were dough.  As the passion of our kiss increase I increase the speed with which I massage Brian's butt until he actually moans into my mouth.  As we break our kiss so we can catch our breath, I look down the length of Brian's torso to his groin where his erection is pushing the cotton of his briefs out so strongly it almost looks painful.  Slowly I work my fingers to Brian's side, and dig them under the waistband of his briefs.  I begin to kiss the skin where his neck meets shoulder as I slowly push his briefs down his thighs.  When his briefs hit the floor I run my hands back up the inside of his thighs as I begin to kiss my way down his chest until my tongue is pressing against his right nipple, causing him to let out another moan.  I begin to lick his nipple at almost a feverish pace as my right hand reaches his groin, and gently cups his sack which has dropped slightly in the last couple of weeks.  Holding Brian's sack in the palm of my right hand, and with my tongue still pressed firmly against his nipple I let my left hand run around the outside of his right thigh, then trace my way up the back of his leg until my fingers are playing through the cleft in between his two butt cheeks.  Brian lets out another loud moan with all the stimulation I am giving him.

I slowly pull my face away from Brian's chest, and look into his eyes as I continue to palm his balls in my right hand and run the fingers of my left hand through his crack.

"Why don't you lie down on the bed, angel," I say in a husky voice.

Brian nods before breaking himself away from my groping fingers to lay down on his back on the bed with his feet hanging over the edge of the mattress.  Brian looks up at me as I take my clothes off and leave them by his t-shirt on the floor by the foot of the bed.  Slowly I get on my knees at the foot of the bed in between his spread legs, and gently grab Brian's right foot in my hand, and slowly I start to message it.  I slowly bring his foot to my face and start kissing the bottom of his foot, causing him to giggle slightly.

"That tickles," he says, through a giggle.
"Sorry," I say with a smile.

As I let go of his foot I start to massage my way up his right leg, letting my hands run over the soft, smooth flesh of his thigh until my fingers of my left hand dance their way into his groin.  As I once again take Brian's sack in the palm of my hand, my face hovers over his crotch, blowing a steady stream of air from my mouth over his very erect penis.  I reach up with my right hand and gently grasp Brian's nipple in between my thumb and index finger and pinch ever so slightly as I drop my face to his crotch and let my lips graze over the head of his penis.  I hear Brian moan again as I run my closed lips over the crown of his penis, while continuing to fondle his balls in the palm of my left hand.  Slowly I open my mouth, and let the head of Brian's penis slide in between my lips, as my tongue comes up to run along the underside of his crown. I begin to let my lips travel further down Brian's shaft when I feel his body shifting underneath me, his legs forcing my right hand away from his chest as he puts his feet up onto the bed.  I take my mouth away from his crotch and look up at him curiously.  With my position on my knees on the floor at the foot of the bed, and Brian laying back flat on the bed I can not see his facial expression so I have absolutely no clue what he is feeling or thinking as he puts his hands behind his bent knees and pulls them back towards his chest.  His movement, leaves him totally exposed and vulnerable to me and I know he is aware of that.

"Angel," I say softly, my breath catching in my throat slightly as I see him for the first time in this position.  "What do you want me to do?"
"Lick me," Brian says, breathlessly.  "Please."
"Are you sure?" I ask.
"Yes," Brian says, quickly.

Slowly I lean my face in and begin to lick at the bottom of Brian's balls, pressing my tongue into the center of his sack before letting it run all over his hairless balls.  After a few whirls over his sack I walk my tongue down his perineum.  When I reach the end of the crack of his butt, I pull my face back slightly and bring my hands up to gently separate his cheeks a little further, which completely exposes his hole.  Even though he asked me to do it, I wait for Brian to tell me to stop even as I begin to blow air on his core.  Instead what I get is a pleasure filled moan.  I wonder what ignited this seemingly sudden change in him, but the curiosity only lasts so long in my over sexed mind as I quickly drop my face back down, my mouth centered over Brian's exposed hole.  I have never actually rimmed anybody before so I didn't really know what to expect.  But the horrible taste I had been expecting to be hit with never comes as instead with a taste that is a little tangy, but clean.  Reassured by the overall clean taste I let my tongue run wildly over Brian's hole as I him begin to let out a series of grunts above me.

Brian can only hold his legs up to his chest for so long and soon he has to let them drop back down.  But he quickly rolls over onto his stomach, so that his butt is now facing up at me.  He leaves no doubt that he wants me to continue what I have been doing when he lifts his hips off of the bed and wiggles his butt at me.  This causes a grunt of my own to escape my throat as I bring my hands up to his creamy white cheeks and part them as I gently knead my fingers into the soft pillow like flesh.  This time instead of just licking over the outside of his hole I press my tongue against it.  Adding steady pressure against him with my tongue, Brian's hole slowly opens and the tip of my tongue slides inside.  Brian lets out another groan of pleasure as he feels my tongue enter him.  The tip of my tongue dances around, as much as it can, inside of Brian as he again lifts his hips off the bed this time trying to get more of my tongue inside of him.  With hips now off of the bed I reach underneath him with my right hand and grasp his pulsing cock in my hand.  Brian quickly changes positions on the bed so his knees are folded underneath him, allowing me not only better access to his butt but also make it easier for me to jack his penis.  Slowly I bring my left index finger up next to my mouth, and as I ease my tongue out I gently press my finger into Brian as I continue to rub his penis with my right hand.  This elicits another loud moan from him, as I begin to lick his exposed perineum at the same time.  My finger slips into the first knuckle easier than I had been expecting, and soon I am fingering him with ease.

"It's happening," Brian, his forehead pressed hard into the bed as he looks down the length of his own body at my jacking hand, says breathlessly.

Quickly I feel his perineum pulse underneath my tongue, his penis expand in my right hand and his hole clamp down on my left index finger.  I press my tongue harder into his perineum as his orgasm over takes him, and after a few short spurts Brian collapses back onto the bed.  I ease my wet right hand out from underneath Brian's body as I plant small kisses on the small of his back.  While I start to kiss my way up his spine, I remove my finger from his hole.  Slowly I ease myself up off the floor and onto the bed so I am lying on my side right next to Brian, looking straight into his eyes which are still somewhat glazed over.

"That felt good," Brian says, dreamily as I cup his cheek in my right hand.
"Good," I say softly, before kissing his nose.
"Dad," Brian says, as he shifts onto his side, facing me.  "Do you still want to put your dick in my butt?"
"Oh angel," I say.  "We talked about this, I don't want to do anything to scare you."
"I know," Brian says.  "That's why it would be okay if you did do that.  Because I know you won't hurt me."
"Angel that means a lot to me," I say, realizing how much trust Brian must have for me now.  "But I wouldn't feel right doing that now.  How about this?  We just keep doing what we have been doing and if you still want me to do that after you turn thirteen then I will."
"Okay," Brian, who apparently isn't over anxious for the event to take place, says with a small smile.  "I love you, Dad," he says as he digs his face into my chest.
"I love you too, angel," I say, as I wrap my arm around him.
"My stomach's sticky," Brian says suddenly, as he pulls his face away from my chest.  The statement making me remember Brian requires more clean up after an orgasm than he used to.
"How about a quick shower?" I ask.
"Will you come with me?" Brian asks.
"What do you think?" I ask with a smirk.
"Cool," Brian says with a smirk of his own.

We quickly make our way into the bathroom, and I get the water temperature just right before we step into the tub.  I quickly place Brian underneath the spray of the shower head, and grab the soap to lather up my hands.  I then run my soapy hands down Brian's chest before rubbing the bottom of his stomach and his pelvis where there are three small streaks of his drying cum.  After Brian rinses the soap off of himself he turns around to face me again and without saying a word takes my soft penis in his right hand.

"I didn't make you happy yet," he says, as he looks into my eyes.
"You know it's okay if you don't feel like it tonight?" I ask, really hoping that he does feel like it.
"I know," Brian says, as he slowly gets down onto his knees.

Once on his knees, Brian starts to slowly jack my hardening cock in his right hand.  When my cock is fully hard I watch him open his mouth and promptly inserts the head of my cock inside.  I close my eyes as I feel the warmth of Brian's mouth encase the head of my cock, and his tongue dancing over my piss slit.  Slowly I feel his lips working their way down my shaft and his tongue seemingly teasing the underside of my cock as it dances around my shaft.  Slowly I open my eyes and look down at Brian, who is looking back up at me my cock firmly planted in between his lips.  His hair is wet from the spray of the shower, which makes his usually brown hair look black and that only makes his blue eyes appear even more piercing as he looks up at me.  Seeing him like that makes me groan loudly as I run my right index finger over his cheekbone.  Just as I caress his face with my right hand, I feel his free hand start to press right behind my balls as he starts to bob his head up and down the length of my cock with more urgency.  The entire time our eyes are locked together all of this sets off another groan and I feel my balls begin to draw up close to my body.

"Angel, I'm going to cum," I manage to say as I feel a powerful orgasm over take me.

My eyes clamp shut as I feel my cum shoot out of my cock and into Brian's sucking mouth.  My orgasm wanes, and Brian slowly pulls his mouth off of my cock and stands up.

"Did I make you happy?" he asks with a smirk, as I open my eyes.
"Very happy," I say, as I grab him into a tight hug.

After we both rinse ourselves off one more time, we get out of the shower, dry ourselves and head to bed.  I lay on my back with Brian laying on his side, his head on my chest and my arm wrapped tightly around him.  I stare up at the ceiling replaying the day in my head.  There are certain days you just know you are going to remember for a long time, and today was a day I will most certainly remember for a very long time to come.  It was the day I did, what I had never dreamt of doing.  I sold my motel.  But I did it for Brian, and right now he's all that matters to me.  Working from home, for Mr. Vanderbrook will allow me to spend more time with my angel.  The financial security my new job offers is something I have never know before as an adult.  But more than that it will allow me to show Brian things, to give him things I never would have been able to do if I had kept the Sierra Inn.

"Dad," Brian says, suddenly shaking me from my reflecting.
"Yeah angel," I say.
"Thank you," he says.
"For what?" I ask.
"For today," Brian says.  "I know you sold the motel because of me."
"You don't need to thank me for that," I say.  "I should be thanking you."
"Why?" Brian, who is still staring down towards my feet, asks.
"For making my life so much better than it used to be," I say.
"Really?" Brian asks.
"More than you know," I say, with a little smile.
"I love you Dad," Brian says.
"I love you too angel," I say, as I give him a little squeeze.

Soon the long day catches up with both of us and we fall asleep.  In the morning Brian decides he wants to go to the real skate park and we spend the morning there before going to see a movie in the afternoon.  After a stop at the grocery store we head home, and it is as we are unpacking the groceries that there is a knock on the door.

"Who is it?" I ask.
"Julie Harden," I hear from the other side of the door.
"Brian stay in here," I tell him and he nods before I open the door.

As I open the door I prepare to step outside and read Julie the riot act.

"What the hell are you doing here?" I ask angrily as I step outside and shut the door behind me.
"How is he doing?" Julie asks.
"Well seeing as you're getting your job back," I say, quickly.  "Oh wait a minute that's right!  You lied about that.  Well I guess then you don't need to know how Brian is doing," I say, angrily.
"He was my charge," Julie says.  "I still have a right to know how he is doing."
"He's fine," I say.  "Now excuse me, while I call the cops."
"Mr. Wasdin I'm not breaking any laws," Julie says.  "I'm simply trying to finish my job."
"Didn't that pink slip you got handed do that for you?" I ask, angrily.
"Mr. Wasdin, you do not want to get hostile with me," Julie says.  "The judge will not like seeing that in my report."
"Oh get off of it already.  Would you?" I say, trying not to yell only because I don't want Brian to hear what's going on.  "You have no report, just like you have no say in my adopting Brian."
"That's what you think," Julie says, smugly.  "Just you wait for a week from Wednesday.  Trust me you will regret the way you handled this conversation."
"You're empty threats don't mean anything to me anymore," I say.
"Empty threats?" Julie asks.  "Is that what you think?"
"No," I say, shaking my head.  "That's what I know."
"Well we'll be seeing what you think in a couple of weeks," Julie says.  "When you're back to being all alone and Brian is where he belongs.  Which is living with me!"

To Be Continued...

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