TRAVELER
Chapter 285

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Traveler Chapter 285     We pulled in to the Garcia cabin in the woods next to BAG Boys in the late afternoon. I was thankful for the place to stay with my babies and I called Ric Garcia to tell him so. He told me that he was glad that we had made the trip safely and said that allowing us to use his family cabin was the least he could do for me after all I had done for his family. We argued that point for a moment before we bid each other farewell. I let the boys show the girls to bedrooms and bathrooms for the babies.     Cory and RD stayed with their wives and babies when I took the rest of the core of my life on across the road to Base B. The other students were excited to see us and asked us to sit down to dinner with them. I had to excuse myself so that I could get back across the road to my wife. She was in a whole new place and in the home of someone else, she needed me…at least that is what I told myself. I learned how much she needed me when I opened the door to find that Yuri and Cory had dug into the freezers in the bellies of my two faithful Travelers© to find flash frozen dinners which Ugitsiha had prepared in advance of our trip. My nostrils were assailed by the smell of a hot blueberry deep dish pie in the oven. I hoped that the boys had found some French Vanilla ice cream for the pie. I was never as happy as right then when I sat back after a long journey and fed my baby son small bites of my pie and watched his face light up with each new taste in his tiny mouth.     We spent the month of June in New York. I worked with JB to find ways to keep the boys entertained daily. The bus drivers from BAW, and the FI security men that traveled with us, were told that they were on vacation and that they should lay back and enjoy what the trip to the state of New York had to offer. I allowed four men at a time to take the train into the Big Apple for a two week stay at my hotel apartment there and a chance to see the town without worrying about boys. The men were met at Grand Central Station by FI bosses and taken to the hotel. A vehicle and a driver was assigned to each crew to take them wherever they wanted to go. The men were taken to the main offices of FI Security and shown around. They were given brochures of every event happening during their stay then they were taken to a five star restaurant for the best meal on the menu. Yes there are a few five star eateries around, they are just hard to find, and they are very expensive.     I had local bus drivers from BAG Boys that knew their way around the traffic deliver two of the buses to the City so that they would be available for the boys each day. I placed eighty boys and ten security agents on a train each morning and sent them into the jaws of the city that eats tourists alive. The boys were taken to as many sites as they could see in one day then they were returned to the base for the evening. Expensive? Sure, but the safety of my boys is what is important to me. The following morning most of those same boys returned to the city for more site seeing. The second biggest site that they wanted to visit was the Great Lady in the Bay. A chartered ferry took the boys out to Liberty Island and stood by until the boys had each climbed to the top of the torch. Ground Zero was the first place that they wanted to visit and I was told that they were perfect gentlemen as they stood by with their heads bowed and their hands crossed at their lower body in prayer. I was very glad that I had insisted that they wore nice slacks and a pull over shirt with the school logo on it when I saw three newspapers with pictures of the 'visiting boys from a private school in Arizona' on the front page.     Each remaining bus was loaded to capacity with sixty boys each and sent off to explore the state. All of the boys wanted to see Niagra Falls and the buses burned up the highway each day as they took the boys over to the American side of the waterfalls. Those boys that had to remain were transported on JB's buses to the school and allowed to water ski and play in the lake as they renewed their friendship with their friends at the brother school. Several boys remained on base to play ball through the day and generally give Andy a migraine headache. I rubbed his temples and told him that all would be well by the end of the month. He told me that it wouldn't be so bad if they weren't intent in going into classified areas. That concerned me as I tried to figure a way to tell them to keep to their designated area without arousing their natural curiosity.     After my evening meal with my wife and sons I went across the highway to Base B to sit with the thirteen boys that I had made the trip for. I sat down in a soft chair in the center of the room. "Guys, I am so sorry that this trip has been such a bust for you. I had this big romantic dream of re-creating one of the best memories in my life when I asked the thirteen of you to travel across America for a nostalgic getaway. Instead it seems that we are so busy trying to entertain the other students that we don't have any time left to do the things that we did on our first trip to this area. I wish that there was room at the cabin for all of you. That would really bring out our memories." I looked at my favorite boys and began to ramble.     "Turner, you are the first boy that I ever took into Traveler©. We went on to Disneyland and rescued Tyler from his hum-drum life and changed my life forever. We went on over to Malibu and stayed at cliff house where we met Derrick, Darryl, Joel, and Justin. We didn't take Derrick and Darryl into our family until several months later, and now we love them very much. My trip with these cute Youngman boys went on to Yosemite National Park where we found Alec and Trevor," I hugged each of those boys and gave them each a big kiss.     "We didn't take them home with us because they were visiting the park with their parents. I returned to Tucson with Turner and Tyler and helped them to get setup and on their own.     "After a few weeks I got bored and took off for the south. It was there that I found my flying Peter. Pete was in the Air Force and couldn't return home with me so I went on down the road. To my great fortune I found my little Jimmy sitting in a truck stop parking lot on garbage bags filled with his clothes. It was with Jim that we found Jerry and then his boyfriend, Tim. I took those three boys to Disney World then I returned them to the bosom of their families. I took off toward the north and visited with Jimmy at his aunt's house in the north Atlanta area. That trip tore my heart out. I left there and rather than double back I went on to Nashville where I found my Cory man and fell in love for the first time in my life. Cory was too young at the time so I left him in Oklahoma with his grandfather, Chief Steve.     "With my ride still empty I headed back home, but stopped along the way to pickup a stow away. I had witnessed Cas being abused by his father, but ignored it. When I stopped for fuel before leaving Oklahoma City I found him hiding in my boy toy compartment. Cas is the first boy that I took into my house and gave a home to. When the college semester started I left Cas at home and took off toward Kansas City where I hoped to find Pete. As much as I loved my young Cory I knew that I couldn't make a life with him. I had also fallen in love with the drunk that I had met at a sandy pullout along I-10. I never made it to Kansas City because I ran into a roadblock in south central Kansas when this family's favorite stood in the middle of the road in shock. I helped Chrisy get control over his life and he helped me to learn what my heart already knew. The two of us headed down to Oklahoma to take Cory into our hearts forever.     "Next into our home was Lew followed shortly by a kicking and screaming Cullen when his mother bodily dragged him into my house and abandoned him there. That rounded out my house and I was satisfied. We made this trip across the country to do two things. First we visited with Cas and Lew's parents and tried to work things out with them to take their sons home and love them for who they are. Next we headed on to the newly named BAG Boys to look over my investment there with my old friend, Jerrod Bradford. After that is our history and I have loved every second of it with you at my side."     The bed nearest to my chair was filled with young men as I was dragged in for a very touching hug and grope. "Dad, don't think that we forgot your birthday tomorrow. Tonight we want to show you how much you are loved. What we did in the motel in Pittsburgh is nothing compared to what we want to do for you and with you." I ended up spending the night in the middle of the naked boi flesh. If truth be known it must be called man flesh because the youngest of the thirteen core is Cullen and he is twenty two at the time that this trip occurred. Before this summer would be over the entire family would invade his small kingdom to witness his wedding.     I had to go home or my wife would scalp me. When I walked through the double glass doors from the lakeside patio I was stopped in my tracks. Cory, RD, all of their families and children, my wife and my sons all jumped up from the breakfast and yelled, "HAPPY BIRTHDAY, dad." I was ashamed for having spent the night with the boys until Ugitsiha wrapped her arms about me and told me that she hoped that I enjoyed the gift that my boys had given me the night before, she looked at Cory and smiled. Now it was time for my family to celebrate because she knew that the students of both schools had big plans for the evening meal. I groaned as I thought about having to show more than a thousand boys how much I love them.     During dinner with all of the students I had six boys surround me with a request, they wanted to go to Chicopee. They only wanted to see the courthouse where they were married. I looked at Cas and Tyler as they stood with Tim and Jerry, and Ger and Luke as I recalled their special day. I told them that we would be pressed to take all of the boys that had gone to England with us and then to St. Tropez, I suggested that after breakfast the next mornint that the six of them go with me in a large van and return to Base B in time for the evening meal. They all smiled in agreement. I called Andy's housing officer and reserved suite six for the next three nights, I was going to give a special treat to the six oldest married members of my family. I only wished that Jeff and Mark could be with us for the trip.     I received a special invitation from some special people in my family. Luke and Ģerâld wanted a re-play of our first time together. I told them that I wasn't sure about any of the other boys joining us other than Cullen and Jimmy. They asked me to beg Chrisy to come along, I told them that he was lost without Timmy. They could identify with not being with their husband for such a long time. They asked when Timmy would finish his work in France and I told them that I was not sure, but I didn't expect him back until late July. Luke winked at me and said that was all the more reason to bring the mighty midget with the giant widget. I went to the boys and put out discreet inquiries. I learned that Eric would like to go because it was on the trip to Albany that he was found hiding in the garbage area of a roadside diner along the highway that leads through Warrensburg.     Pete had been with us on that trip, but he was with his Eddy and did not want to go anywhere for an entire week. I could understand that. I asked Cory to go along, but he told me that Little Steve had developed a cough. I looked at him and told him that we could fix that. He ducked his head and told me that he wanted to take Sagi and go skinny dipping in the moonlight. After my trip along the beach in Tobago with my wife I knew where his mind was. Ricky and Ray Johnson wanted to go and take a look around their house that Jayson's grandfather, Seth, was living in. I looked at two other Albany natives and Sandy Gozer told me that he and Tim O'Conner would like to go and see if they can make things right with their families. Ray walked over to them and put his arm around Tim and told them that if things fell apart that they could always stay at his house with him and his brother. I had a carful. I told the group that we would leave early two days hence. They looked at the couples that I had been talking to and saw the smiles on their faces; that made it alright to delay their trip for a day.     The married guys wanted to sit with their spouse. That would not be problem, if we were in a different vehicle. We only had two rear bench seats. Tim and Jerry solved that by throwing a few blankets in the rear of the van, behind the last seat. That area was designed for luggage and etc. I guess that what the guys were packing could be called baggage. Even with the window rolled down and our heads hanging out of the van it was hard to get away from the smell. Luke told the couple that they should have at least washed themselves out before leaving. All of us laughed, but we agreed with his assessment.     We drove through the town and stopped across the street from the courthouse steps where the boys were united in matrimony. Each couple walked to the courthouse doors and looked around then walked to the spot where they had stood before our friend, the Mayor. The boys were a mixture of happiness and nostalgia when we pulled into a local all-u-can-eat for lunch. I sat back and listened to their stories of living in wedded bliss for six years and loved every word of their stories. About four we headed back to New York and Base B for dinner and bed with the family.     With ten of us headed to Albany for a few days' visit I needed more than the Cadillac XTS four door sedan that I had rented, I needed a four seater with lots of leg room for Tim O'. I contacted the local FI office and asked them to send me a ten passenger vehicle that was safe for the King. They sent me a stretch SUV with four large seats based on the Cadillac Escalade, but armored with Mithril all around, including the undercarriage.     I searched Eric's mind to see if he wanted to stop at the small café where he had been found hiding after running away from his step-father. He did not, he had no desire to ever go near that place. That settled our itinerary, we would leave just after breakfast the next morning and drive straight through to Albany.     I kissed my wife and babies goodbye and tried my best to explain to a bawling Yuri why he couldn't go along. I went across the road to have breakfast with the students and learn all about their plans for the day. I had a plate covered in extra large waffles with fresh strawberries on top when Cory came in with Yuri at his side. The pair walked up to my table and Cory asked those that were headed to Albany if Yuri could go along. Each of them told Yuri that he was an important part of their lives and of course he could join us. Cory turned and delivered a message from my wife, both verbally and mentally. I was told in no uncertain terms I had brought Yuri into our house and loved him as my son. I was told that to leave him behind would be the worst crushing blow that I could give the boy. Cory then looked me in the eye and told me that he agreed and if I ever wanted to be with him again then I would take my son with me to Albany. I scooted over in my seat and let Yuri sit next to me. We wrapped our arms about each other and I fed him waffles from my plate.     I was glad that the office had sent the stretch SUV over for me to use; there was leg room for Tim and room for everyone else to be comfortable. Yuri climbed into the second row of seats so that he could watch the DVD movie that was selected for entertainment on the trip. With the boys wearing headsets and watching the movie it was almost too quiet on the road. The movie was barely half way through when I stopped at the Johnson house to let those that would stay there out. Tim and Sandy had arranged for a rental car to be available to them and the car rental agency had a driver waiting for us when we arrived. Ray invited us in, but we wanted to go by Empire Canal and have lunch that Mic and Pytor Jeftichew had prepared for us.     We were treated to a meal from heaven as Pytor served up stuffed cabbage rolls and other great Russian delicacies. I walked through the large house and thought about the good times that I had shared with my boys there. My entire trip was turning into one immense tour of memory lane. Mic told us that the rooms upstairs were clean and ready for us if we wanted to stay. I told them that for that particular night plans had been made. Mic looked at us with a glimmer of hope in his eyes.     We drove back to Luke's house and parked in his steep driveway. Luke opened the musty house and all of us ran about opening windows to let in the fresh air of an urban city. Luke ran next door to his store to get some air fresheners and when he didn't return after thirty minutes Ģer and I went looking for him while the boys continued to change the bedding out and washing the sheets that had been on the bed for several years. We found Luke with the man that had taken over his family store for him, the had their heads in the books . I walked around while I waited and I saw something that really made my stomach growl.     When I was growing up there was a small market near my house where my family had a charge account set up. I was not much of a candy eater, but I did love large dinner franks and small roll bologna. I would get two franks or a quarter of a pound of bologna and eat it as I rode my bike on home from school. I stood before the meat counter and looked at the large pile of dinner franks all linked together in a long string and knew what I had to have for dinner.     I asked for twenty of the franks and a quarter of a pound of freshly cut cheddar cheese from a ten pound wheel at the back of the of the refrigerated display. I asked for a gallon of Van C's Pork-n-beans, some garlic powder, ketchup, and powdered mustard. While everything was being placed on the counter for me I went back to the meat counter and got a half pound of the small roll bologna, I was about to give my son an American treat. I asked for a taste of the cheese, it was the best that I had eaten in some time, of course freshly sliced cheese always is better. I ordered a one foot wheel of the cheese to be delivered to my home in Tucson. Luke tried to tell me that he would take care of it, but I told him to talk to the hand and pulled out my debit card.     I let the bag boy carry my purchase over to Luke's kitchen and set about fixing a dinner of baked beans and franks. Yuri climbed up on a chair so that he could watch and I cut him a small slice of the bologna, he loved it. We ate slices of the cold meat and small slivers of cheese while I threw all of the ingredients together for dinner. I placed the beans into a three hundred degree oven to bake for three hours and walked back into the living room. Luke was home and he wanted to go to the attic to check on his remaining toys. I had thought that he had sold everything, but there were several dozen boxes of brand new collector quality toys in their factory original boxes still in the attic room.     Yuri spotted a large rubber tire on a red metal wheel and asked Luke what it was. I helped Luke lift an old toy from a high shelf and place it on the ground. Luke removed the old newspaper wrapping to expose an early 1940s Murray Pursuit pedal airplane. It was made of metal with a glass windshield and painted gray, with Army decals, a machine gun mount, a red propeller and red wheels with rubber tires. Luke told me that he expected it to be valued at between five hundred and eight hundred dollars. He whispered to me that he had four other pedal cars on the shelves. We both agreed to keep that quiet or Yuri would have us pulling them all down so that he could see them.     Some reputations are very had to live down. I sat next to Luke during our meal of farter starters and did my best to hold back my tears. Luke is fairly certain that he will never live to see the day that he, or Jerry, will be able to conceive a baby and give it birth. He told me that his toys kept him young and were an extension to his childhood. He thought that he could gain more pleasure from them were he to see them played with. He wanted to loan them to my boys to play with while they were still at an age to enjoy them. I held both of his hands and thanked him as Yuri crawled up in his lap and hugged his neck. He told his uncle Luke that he was a bit old and too large to really play with the pedal cars, but that he would love to push his three baby brothers around the patio at the back of the house. Luke held him tightly and told him that that was exactly what he wanted for his toys.     Dinner was a hit with everyone, until I told them that if we were to get any frisky time then we needed to get to it before the beans moved into the lower gastro-intestinal track. Everybody turned to look at Chrisy and began to laugh.     The next morning we cleaned up the beds and washed the sheets before we closed up Luke's house and moved over to Empire Canal, I wanted to spend the day with Mic and go over the paperwork for the boys that we had moved from New York to Tucson. I sat back and praised the Lord when he told me that everything was final for Hiram Cravens to stay in Tucson. I got a call from JB asking if I would agree to Franz going home with Max and Ian for the weekend. I told JB that it was a great idea and one that I would lend my blessing too.     We stayed in Albany for three days total. Eric and Jimmy wanted to go by the pool where they had learned to scuba dive. The diving school was no longer there, which disappointed the two boys. We visited with Seth Adams and the Johnson boys and were there when Tim and Sandy came in. Sandy had a great time with his family, they were still accepting of his marriage to the love of his life. I was very happy for both of them. I asked all of them if they were ready to head back to Base B. They were anxious to get back amongst their friends so we loaded up the stretch SUV and headed north. I was anxious to get back to my babies and seven month old Little Dougy.     The month of June was winding down and I had made a promise to my young Indian Brave. I asked Cory and RD if they wanted to go to Oklahoma for the month of July or if they wanted to stay in New York and go home to Tucson when the boys headed back after the fourth of July.     We were packed and ready to head west. The only thing that we had to do was to send Cullen home. I held Wayne and Kostja and apologized to them for not getting with them during their stay with us. I told them that I had kept their monarch busy so that they could frolic with the family and not have any worries or duties. They both thanked me. Kostja seemed to hold my hand a bit longer than usual and he was staring directly into my eyes. I stared into his mind. What I saw there was a very lonesome person. Kostja is devoted to his duty to his King, but he is all alone. He shares beds with Wayne from time to time, but Wayne has two young boys that are often in his bed at night. Kostja won't jeopardize his King in that way. I wanted to help him, but he was headed home to Munedavia and out of my circle of immediate influence. I told him that I would be in Munedavia in August that Cullen and I had made a promise to my son, Yuri, that we would take him to see his friends from Russia. I told him that I also had to be there to plan the upcoming Royal wedding between Cullen and Wayne's sister in September. He told me that he was looking forward to my visit and turned to get aboard Bossaire© for his flight home.     I asked Jimmy what his plans were for his last year of school. He told me that he was going to lay out for a semester so that he could be with Culley for his wedding. I hugged him and told him that I would see him in another month. I held both of Cullen's hands in mine and stared at the boy King. He has grown up and I miss him. I pulled him to me for a hug and he jumped on me and wrapped his legs about me and said, "Hey uncy, I told you that I will always be a little boy when we are alone. You haven't lost me, and you never will." We kissed like men, he wasn't my little boy any longer. I watched him mount the stairs as Mike pulled them closed. Pete taxied the plane out to the runway and they were off into the eastern sky. Cory and I stood side by side as we watched the plane take our boy out of our lives. The next time we see him we will be planning his wedding.     I had offered the boys the chance to stay in New York to play at the lake and visit new places. Their response was quick in coming and predictable, they wanted to return to Arizona and stay at Camp Christopher. Their request called to my mind the almost unbearable heat that they would have to endure. I caught their thoughts and discovered that they wanted to ride horses into the forests and c amongst the cool pines. The part that really got to me was the almost universal thought of the lake in the high woods. They were thinking of ways that they could enjoy the cool waters so that they could swim and fish yet not disturb the natural beauty of the area and to protect the wildlife that lives in the area.     I frightened some of them when I mind talked to them to tell them how proud I was of them, they are not comfortable when I am in their heads like that. I praised them for wanting to protect the mountain and gave my blessing to their fishing and horseback riding. I had to remind a few of the boys that hunting to kill game is not allowed in a National Park and that were no guns available at the c. With that understood and agreed to the boys loaded their gear onto the four buses for a very long trip home.     I wasn't about to allow them to travel more than two thousand miles in a cred bus with only one small toilet available on each bus. Their numbers would overwhelm restaurants every hundred to one hundred and fifty miles along the entire route as they stopped for meals, sodas, and snacks. That did not even take into consideration the wear and tear on the poor drivers. My family stood with me as the boys loaded onto the buses and we waved goodbye as they drove away. We quickly loaded into our vehicles and followed after the buses and stayed out of sight as they made their way to the far end of the airfield where the Aire Fleet sat fueled and ready to take them home in air conditioned comfort. When the buses stopped the boys were told to get their shit together and get off of the bus. When they stepped off my family was their to greet them and direct them aboard Travelaire Too© and Travelaire Three©. Those two 737 ERs each seat four hundred and thirty boys, enough seats that all would travel in comfort, including the staff that was with them.     The boys arrived at Camp Christopher before my Traveler Trio© was barely into Ohio by the time the boys were landing in Arizona. It wasn't because we were going slow, we were traveling at well over one hundred miles an hour, a little less than a third of the speed of the two airplanes, it was all of the curves and hills that we had do contend with that slowed us down. NOT! We stopped for a motel so that the babies could get a bath and a bed that did not move.     We pulled into Ugitsiha's driveway late in the afternoon on the second day where we were met by a beaming Roddy. He told us that Adsila had dinner ready for us. We all looked at each other as we guarded our thoughts and filed into the house. We were surprised when we sat down to a meal of chicken fried veal cutlets, fresh, not frozen. The girl had made creamy mashed potatoes, black eyed peas w/snaps, fresh corn on the cob, and a garden salad gathered from Roddy's garden and the surrounding forest. She had a relish tray of three varieties of cheeses cut into sticks, green onions, radishes, carrot sticks, pickled cherry peppers, dill spears, jicama sticks, and grape tomatoes. Her own recipe for a ranch dressing served as delicious dip for the raw veggies. For desert she had prepared a deep dish cobbler of several different wild berries sprinkled with finely chopped nuts and homemade blackberries. None of us had room for another bite, especially me. I cleaned the relish tray, I love raw veggie sticks.     The women put the babies to bed and cleared the table. RD joined Cory and me as we took my sons for a walk and Cory's daughter for a walk around the edge of the small house group on the edge of the small village. We pulled out our swords and flame throwers to fight off the giant mosquitos that wanted fresh blood from us. We cut our walk short and took the children back to the house to cover them with insect repellent then sat outside on the porch to watch the sun sink into the western sky.     Yuri, Roddy, and I were scarce for the next week as we spent every minute that we could in the woods hunting and foraging for the abundant produce and small game that calls that forest home. Yuri learned very quickly to appreciate the leather pants with the extra padding in the seat. He rubbed his sore crotch and told us that bare back riding shouldn't be done bare assed. Roddy and I laughed until we were almost sick.     He narrowly avoided another of life's lessons in the woods when he pulled his leathers off and headed to a tree to empty his bowels. Roddy saw him first and began to shout for him to stop. Yuri was headed into a ten foot wide patch of poison ivy and he was naked as the day he was born. Roddy filled the mind of his little brother with images of the pain and suffering that is associated with the oils of the toxic plants. I cringed at the graphic images of oozing pustules and blisters and the new patches of inflamed skin that erupted everywhere the pus flowed. As a precaution I had packed a large bottle of Calamine lotion, just in case. After Yuri had completed his dooty the three of us bathed in the cold water of the creek. I was thankful for the soap that Ugitsiha packed for us, it would not pollute the stream, but it would clean us. After our bath I checked Yuri's feet and ankles, they were a little red so I rubbed a thin film of the lotion on them. So there you have it. Is your friction enhanced by my fiction? Tell me about it at fisherman@iname.com PREVIOUS    HOME    NEXT NIFTY needs your support to keep these pages going for your pleasure. Please donate any amount. You may use this link or donate direct to NIFTY to support their fine work. 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