Date: Sat, 12 Jul 2008 05:23:08 -0700 (PDT)
From: adm2780 <adm2780@yahoo.com>
Subject: New Horizons  Chapter Eighty-Six

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Chapter Eighty-Six:  New Horizons


"Hey, Mr. Dan'l."  Daniel heard one of the boys call out to him, but he
couldn't see which boy as he drove the bus towards West Palm Beach.  "This
was a pretty good day.  We need ta do this again.  That what we're doin'
tomorrow?"

"Yeah, Mr.Dan'l, that was fun," another boy called out, "I lost count of
the number of girls that felt me up.  They really seemed ta like my butt."

The comment got all the boys laughing and Daniel laughed with them.

"Hey, Mr. Dan'l," Daniel recognized TJ's voice. "You shoulda seen Evan.  He
was getting' hit on more by the guys than the girls.  They got him in a
sandwich and was feelin' him up both sides at the same time."  Daniel
looked in the mirror to see Evan turn crimson red.

"Good thing we had our supports on or a bunch of us coulda been embarrassed
by some of the feelin' up we got.  I bet I coulda shot my rocks ten times!"

"You wish!"

Daniel knew that the ride home had turned into a teenage BS session and the
boys were having a good time.  He looked in his mirror and spotted TJ
holding Danny.  Brian and Ian were also being held and all three of the
little ones were sound asleep, oblivious to all the bantering.

"Okay, fellas, not too loud," Daniel announced.  "The little guys are worn
out and if they don't get a little rest they'll be cranky and hard to deal
with tonight."

"They're out like a light, Mr. Dan'l.  They aren't the only ones that's
gonna be hard for dealin' with tonight."  And the teenage roar continued.
Daniel knew they would settle down as they approached Linda and Arthur's
and decided to let them enjoy themselves.

Daniel had watched the boys all day.  This was the first time the boys had
been somewhere as Cherubs where they had that much freedom of movement.
Daniel had always kept them in a studio or controlled space so he could
watch them and make sure no one tried to harm any of them.  Daniel
recognized that he might be playing the overly protective roll a little too
much, but it was better than letting any of the boys get hurt.

Daniel smiled to himself thinking about how the college students had
reacted.  Twenty boys, mostly teens, with full body tans, dressed like
Aztecs in their loin cloths and wearing gold, copper and silver jewelry.
The boys were beautiful, and everyone that saw them made that comment.  The
girls were really throwing themselves at the boys, but they weren't the
only ones.

There were some young fellas, good looking young fellas with athletic
builds, giving a lot of attention to the boys.  TJ may tease Evan about the
boys feeling Evan up, but TJ was getting his fair share and not offering
any resistance.  In fact, the smiles Daniel had seen on TJ's face said TJ
was really enjoying the attention, no matter where, who or how it was
given.

The day had been both trying and tiring for the boys and the adults.  They
had spent only a couple of hours plus a few minutes at each campus, but the
hectic pace and frantic activity took its toll.  The electricity in the air
was enough to keep everyone going while they were in the midst of the
activity, but when given the chance to sit down, their bodies said they
weren't moving anywhere.  Daniel needed to get the boys back to Linda and
Arthur's where they could rest.

As he drove along Daniel watched Jeremy through the rear view mirror.  Next
to Jeremy was Nigel who had come along with his father.  Both boys were
being quiet, but Jeremy was being particularly quiet, for him.  It had been
a busy day, but Daniel knew the boy had something else on his mind.  Daniel
had made several attempts to contact the Marshal's, Jeremy's natural
parents, without success.  Daniel was able to leave a message on their
answering machine and had asked that they call him.  A few minutes later,
Daniel looked in the rear view mirror again and saw the two boys talking,
quietly.

                                           * * * *

The boys lay around the pool or on chaise lounges.  They were quieter than
normal.  Many had taken a quick dip in the pool and now relaxed in small
groups.

"Daniel," Linda approached her son, "when was the last time you saw them
this quiet?"

"It's been a while, but I think they just got worn out today.  Don't worry;
give them a few minutes to rest, some food, and they'll be bouncing around
like normal teenagers again.  I have never known any of these boys to stay
down for long."  Daniel smiled while he answered Linda.  "I put the three
little ones on my bed, but I'll need to wake them soon or they won't go
down again till late tonight.  Then, I'll be the one that's worn out
tomorrow."

"How did Jeremy do today?"

"He did fine.  The gatherings were more like a carnival atmosphere with so
many people wanting to see or talk to the boys.  I heard a few people say
something to Jeremy and knew that they recognized him from being on
television and the papers.  Listening to the boys as we drove back, I think
all of them really enjoyed the attention they received.  Jeremy stayed in
there with the group and didn't seem to be intimidated in any way.  I
thought that was a good sign."

"Daniel, I'm concerned about Jeremy talking with the Marshalls.  We've
always known that this time would come and, I'm not worried about whatever
choice he's made, but I am concerned that, if he has chosen not to go back
to them . . . I just don't want to see him hurt; he's had enough.  I'd like
to be nearby when it happens, just in case he needs me or possibly Arthur."

"Mom, I understand.  Right now Jeremy has to deal with his issues.  I think
it might be better if one of you, or both of you, were nearby.  Jeremy has
said he needs to do this alone, but I don't think he's thought about how it
could hurt him emotionally.  He's given me enough information so that I
have a good idea what he's going to do and I don't think it's going to be
easy on him.  I plan on talking with him some more and I'll let you know
what he wants.  Right now, my guess is that we need to respect what he
wants."

"Daniel, did I ever tell you that the first time Dr. Thompson contacted me
and I saw you again, that I was scared to death?"  Daniel looked at Linda,
surprised.

"After they took you away, I never forgave your father.  When that check
came I hid it and we had some real fights over that money.  I begged and
pleaded with the authorities to tell me who had you.  I was ready to sell
my soul if necessary to get you back.  Every day that went by, I hated your
father more.  The anger and resentment that built up in me was incredible.
We split and I felt like the only thing that I'd lost was the presence of
the most vile individual to ever walk this earth.

"Searching for and getting you back was the only thing that mattered.  I
couldn't believe how you had just vanished from the face of the earth.  It
wasn't until much later, after meeting Dr. Thompson and him telling me your
story, that I understood why I couldn't find you.  I don't think I ever
told you that, in time, I had a breakdown.  I didn't sleep, eat or anything
that normal people did.  I was too obsessed with finding you to care about
taking care of myself.

"During my recovery period, I met Arthur.  In the beginning I wouldn't do
much more than just say 'hello' and then retreat into my world.  For some
reason, he stuck with me and helped me recover.  He knew the whole story
and initiated his own efforts to find you.  It was a combination of his
efforts and Dr. Thompson trying to find me, that led to the two of us
seeing one another again.  When the meeting was first set, all I could
think about was bringing you home.  In my mind we were going to pick just
like that day had never happened and like all that time had never gone by.

"When we did meet, I realized that I couldn't turn the clock back, no
matter how much I wanted to.  When I first saw you, it took every ounce of
strength I had in me not to just fall to my knees and cry; thankful that
you were alive and seemed well.  I wanted to take you home so badly that I
thought life might as well be over if I couldn't; I couldn't stand to lose
you again.  Before the meeting was over, I realized that the best place for
you, then, was with Dr. Thompson.  Regardless of how much it hurt me, I had
to let you go.

"Dr. Thompson and I were in contact with one another on a regular basis
after that.  He sent a lot of pictures and kept me posted on your progress.
I was so proud that you had the strength in you to come back from that hell
that I knew you were forced into.  Each letter I received had one or two
pictures and always related some little story about some of the things you
did.  He always laughed when he told me how he couldn't get you to wear
clothes around the house or stop acting like a slave.  He told me how
pathetic you looked when he first got you and how badly you were treated.
Did you know that when he first got you that he used to sit up all night in
a chair watching you?  You had nightmares and he didn't want you to be
alone."

Daniel watched his mother as she remembered, tears pooled in her eyes; he
remembered also.  Daniel also understood that, most likely, his mother was
viewing the situation with Jeremy as another potential loss of someone that
meant a great deal to her.  Daniel didn't say anything. He leaned over and
gave his mother a loving son's hug and kiss on the forehead.  Daniel knew
it was time to move in a different direction.

"Mom, would you like for me to fire up the grill?"  Linda gave Daniel a
mother's knowing smile; but she wasn't ready to drop the conversation.

"Sometimes I would think about what happened and wondered why no one
started a support group for parents that had lost their children.  Of
course, that would entail admitting failure to protect your child.  I guess
not too many people would want to do that.

"Daniel, I'd like the opportunity to talk with the Marshals before Jeremy
sees them.  I've been where they are and think I can relate to what they
are thinking and feeling . . .also, hoping.  The hoping part is what could
cause the most heart-ache for them and Jeremy.  It's only natural for them
to hope that Jeremy will be coming back.  They need to be prepared for him
to not come back when they meet him."  Linda sat quietly for a moment and
then looked at Daniel.

"Now you can give me another hug and a kiss, then light the grill."

                                           * * * *

Daniel smiled to himself as he rounded up the younger boys to get them into
bed.  He remembered what the boys were like after dinner.  They had been
home only a few minutes when Daniel fired up the grill.  He and Arthur
traded off with one another on the cooking duties and soon had a platter
filled with grilled chicken, hot dogs and hamburgers ready to feed twenty
re-energized boys who suddenly just knew they were going to die of
starvation.

Colin assisted Linda with setting out bowls of sliced fruit, potato salad,
chips, a veggie tray and drinks.  As usual, this would be a 'serve
yourself' buffet style meal for the boys.  The adults prepared plates for
the younger boys and then moved out of the way of the now famished teens.
It always took a lot less time for the food to disappear than it did to
prepare the meal.

After dinner, the three youngest boys were used for games of beach boy ball
in the pool.  The three little ones went round robin being picked up and
tossed around the pool.  After one complete circuit, assuming the boy could
stop giggling long enough and remain in a ball, that boy was out and
another stepped up to take his turn.  Daniel liked the boys to play the
game because it wore out the little ones quickly and the bigger boys almost
as quickly.

When the boys had played for a while and appeared to be slowing down, Linda
brought out dessert.  She placed three gallons of ice cream, being the
traditional flavors of vanilla, chocolate and strawberry, on the table.  To
this, was added whipped cream, bananas, strawberries, nuts and various
syrups.  With bowls, spoons and dippers in place, she and Daniel made
treats for the three young beach balls and then announced to the other boys
that they could make whatever they desired so long as the food lasted.

Danny, Ryan and Ian wore almost as much as they ate and required baths
afterward.  The desserts had the desired effect of making the other boys
settle down before going to bed.  As the older boys finished and helped
clean up the mess they made, the boys began drifting off to where they
would sleep.

The younger boys would sleep in the house.  Daniel kept the three youngest
with him and was joined by three more.  Four of the boys found spots in the
study.  Eight other boys, being the older boys, headed for the guest house.
Jeremy and Nigel got back in the pool.  Daniel turned to see Arthur and
Colin coming outside.  Both men were nude and it didn't take a rocket
scientist to realize they would soon be in the pool with the two boys.

                                           * * * *

"Oh, Man!  Shit!  I hope we don't have a day tomorrow like we did today.
Those girls was just playin' games rubbin' their boobs against me and I
know I felt some guys standin' behind me deliberately pushin' their cocks
into the side of my legs or butt.  I got felt up so many times I thought my
nuts was gonna bust from the load they made," TJ announced to whoever
listened.

Four boys had gone straight to the shower and didn't worry about who or
what they touched.  Using shampoo for soap, the boys began bathing one
another.  All of them had the same things on their minds; a message their
youthful bodies broadcast for all to see.  Hands and fingers ran over silky
smooth skin slicked over by the water.  Fingers played with nipples,
massaged and stroked poles and silky sacs, while fingers explored treasure
holes.

"Oh, God!  Whoever's got my dick, keep goin', that feels good.  Man I got
so much spunk built up I gotta blow and blow soon.  Anybody wanna suck some
tit?"

The boys laughed at one another.  Nobody knew who was groping them and
nobody cared so long as they didn't stop.  The boys giggled, pushed, humped
and jiggled their sex for anyone to enjoy.  All the boys had the same idea
in mind for tonight and knew no one would be going to sleep any time soon.

The four in the shower were soon joined by the other four.  TJ came in
looking for his love, Evan.  When he spotted him, he worked his way through
the slick bodies, generating an enormous amount of heat, and wrapped his
arms around his lover.  With one hand in the middle of his back and the
other cupping a nice, firm ass, TJ drove his tongue into his lover's mouth.

"OOOOOOOOOOOOO!  Get 'im man.  Tongue fuck 'im good!  Yeah!  Go for it!"

TJ and Evan ignored their buddies as each unashamedly explored the other's
mouth.  Tongues dueled and swirled in, first, one mouth, and then the
other.  Hands roamed all over the other's body, stopping to tweak a nipple
and elicit a moan.  TJ reached down and cupped Evan's sac, rolling the
nuggets around in his palm.  The action made Evan even hornier as he tried
to climb inside his lover.  Not waiting to be guided out of the shower,
Evan wrapped one arm around TJ's waist and the other over his butt; neither
boy was willing to release the mutual lip lock and they began humping like
two wild rabbits in heat.  The boys standing around them began grunting in
rhythm to the humping, enjoying the show from their friends.

With each thrust of his hips, TJ grunted into his lover's mouth, while Evan
sucked harder on his lover's tongue.  Evan wanted that luscious tongue
thrust down his throat, sweeping across his tonsils.  TJ backed Evan into
the shower wall for support and used his freed hands to twist and play with
the boy's nipples.  TJ loved to hear Evan whimper and moan, begging for
more.  Consumed in their passion, the boys were no longer aware of their
friends watching them as they drove for release.  Both boys needed relief,
then, once achieved, they could take the time to express their true
feelings for one another.  Evan would feel his lover deep within him
tonight; so would TJ.

TJ and Evan were not the only two boys seeking sexual relief.  Other boys
had exited the shower to find places on the sofa, bed or floor.  Boys
rolled around on the floor, arms and legs entwined in a sixty-nine
position, as boys allowed stiff rods to be pushed down their throats, and
fucked with pure animalistic lust.

Jeremy and Nigel entered the guest house to find all the boys engaged in a
teen boy orgy.  Boys were taking it in any hole available.  Two boys were
being pig stuck and appeared to love every bit of the action as they were
fucked front and rear while the boys using them kissed and bathed one
another's necks or reamed out an ear.

Jeremy stood, watching the action.  Nigel stood stunned, but quickly
accepting the idea of fun.  Both boys could not hide their body's reactions
and they both quickly sported full fledged hard-ons looking for attention.
Nigel looked over, hesitantly, at Jeremy.  Jeremy could read the hope, and
pleading insecurity, in Nigel's eyes.  No stranger to wild sex sessions,
Jeremy smiled and reached for Nigel's boyhood.  Pulling Nigel around to
face him, Jeremy leaned over Nigel's shoulder and whispered into his ear.

"Wanna play?"  Nigel almost lost his first load right then and there.

Jeremy felt Nigel's body quiver and interpreted that as a 'yes'.  Jeremy
gently leaned over and ran his tongue into Nigel's ear.  Nigel whimpered as
he rose up on his toes and held onto Jeremy's shoulders to prevent his
knees from buckling.  Leading Nigel to the sofa, he guided the boy down and
lay on top of him.

That night Nigel learned how one boy could truly please another boy as he
received a full tongue bath accentuated with his nipples being nibbled and
sucked.  Jeremy showed the boy how sensitive the sides could be as he
nibbled his way down to the crease where torso meets thigh.  When the
slight crease was met, Jeremy's tongue flicked its way down to the side of
Nigel's scrotum which received a gentle kiss and then his nuggets were
sucked into a warm cavern, one at a time.  A couple of boys stopped there
activities to watch as Nigel whined, moaned and squirmed, lost in his own
euphoria.

Jeremy took Nigel's now leaking boyhood and rubbed it along his cheeks.  He
stopped periodically to kiss the tip or flick his tongue over the small
slit.  Each time, Nigel emitted a louder and higher pitched whine.  The boy
from England was receiving the lesson of a lifetime, but it wasn't over as
Jeremy wet the tips of his fingers and explored Nigel's very sensitive
hole.  Nigel spread his legs to give his lover full access, pushing his
body down to force the teasing digit inside.

"Take me. Please?  Oh, God, I need you in me.  Fuck me . . .take me
. . .yeah . . .fuck me, good."

That night, a boy from Britain who had been willing to be a slave so
someone would show him love, learned to love with gentleness, not pain.
The boy from Britain was ready to lose his cherry during a full fledged
teen boy lust orgy, but the other boys told him to wait.  That part of
himself should be given during a more personal and intimate time.  Nigel
knew who he wanted to take his cherry and elected to follow his friends'
advice and wait; he still had a better time than any of the sessions back
home.

                                           * * * *

Daniel awoke in the position he had become accustomed to when traveling
with the younger boys.  Danny lay on top of Daniel, with Ryan and Ian on
either side.  Daniel's whole body felt stiff as it reminded him he had not
changed positions during the night.  Each of the little ones also sported
the typical boy's morning problem; so did Daniel and he knew that he needed
to do something about it.

Once up, Daniel knew he would like to have been able to go back to sleep,
but it wasn't going to happen.  Feeling he wasn't fully awake, Daniel
decided a shower would help solve the problem.  Standing with his back to
the shower head, eyes closed and mind relaxed, Daniel enjoyed the feel of
the pulsing water on his back; until he heard a little voice call his name
and saw the hand on the shower door.  Daniel opened the door to find a very
sleepy Ian.

"Ian, what's the matter little man?"

"I gotta pee," the little boy whined.

Daniel realized that Ian was still far enough asleep that his mind wasn't
functioning and led the little boy over to the toilet.

"Ian, this isn't like back home where you can just walk up and start
peeing.  Here, you need to aim it into the bowl.  Can you handle that?"

"Nooooo.  Jacob does it." Daniel laughed to himself when he remembered why
the little guys had big brothers and helped Ian with his problem.

When Ian finished using the toilet, Daniel knew the little boy was still
more asleep than awake and helped him get back in the bed.  Ian curled up
on his side and was asleep before Daniel could walk out of the room.
Daniel also knew that his morning shower was over and got dressed,
encouraged by the smell of fresh coffee brewing.

Linda and Arthur were in the kitchen preparing trays of bacon to be placed
in the oven.  Daniel smiled as he counted cartons totaling more than three
dozen eggs being blended, ready to go into the frying pan.  Two large
serving bowls were filled with sliced fruit and three gallons of milk stood
ready to fill plastic cups.  Colin stood at a side counter with three
loaves of bread in front of two four-slice toasters.  In the middle of it
all was what Daniel was looking for, a pot of freshly brewed coffee and a
plate of sweet rolls.

"Daniel, don't eat all those sweet rolls," came Linda's motherly
admonition, "you don't burn the calories the way the boys do."

"Mom, you've got to be kidding.  Who do you think has to keep up with
them?"  Linda looked at her son with her "don't put me on' look.

"Daniel," Arthur jumped into the conversation, "haven't you learned that it
doesn't pay to try to argue with her?"

"Actually, I used to be able to charm my way out of a couple of sweet
rolls.  I guess there's something about growing up and having other kids
around that robbed me of my charm."

"Well, at least you know enough to admit it," Linda told him, much to the
other men's amusement.

Just then, Daniel's cell phone rang.  He looked at the caller ID and knew
it was the call he had been expecting.  Daniel excused himself and walked
outside.  Linda continued with her work, but kept an eye on Daniel.  After
a few minutes, Daniel tapped on the glass door leading to the patio and
motioned for Linda and Arthur to join him.

"It's the Marshals.  I explained to them that you wanted to talk with them
and that Jeremy wanted to see them.  They appreciate the fact that you've
been in their position and want to help.  They're asking when and where.
They are in Ft. Lauderdale.  Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Yes, we need to do this for all of us; but, particularly for Jeremy.  Is
there a restaurant or someplace between us that we could meet for lunch?
I'm talking about the Marshals and us, not Jeremy; not yet."

The Marshals and the Sinclairs agreed to meet at a restaurant known to both
couples located just off the interstate in Boca Raton.  The appointment was
for one o'clock and would be near where Daniel would have the boys that
afternoon.  Daniel would talk to Jeremy to let him know what was happening.
It was agreed that if Jeremy objected to the meeting, the luncheon would be
cancelled.

The boys began appearing in the family room or outside on the patio.  They
were in their now normal state of dress, nude.  All of them were talking
and smiling while they stretched to awaken their bodies.  Daniel prepared
two plates and stepped outside to find Jeremy.  Sitting on a bench in the
garden, the two talked.

"Jeremy, I talked with the Marshals this morning." Jeremy stopped eating
and concentrated on what Daniel had to say.  "There's something that
Ms. Linda and Mr.  Arthur want to do before you meet with your mom and dad.
They want to sit down and talk with them."

"Why?"

"You know what my background is and that I was in your position at one
time, right?"  Jeremy nodded, and waited.  "You also know that Ms. Linda is
my mom, right?" Jeremy nodded. "Well, because of what happened to me and
the similar circumstances for you and me, she feels that she has a good
idea of what your mom and dad are feeling.  Do you remember how you feel
when something is going on and maybe you get real nervous?  How you just
wish someone could come along and, like magic, make things all better or at
least where you could understand things?"

"Yeah," Jeremy answered, obviously thinking about what Daniel was saying to
him.  "Do you think that's how they might feel now?"

"I think that's how all of them are feeling now.  Have you said anything to
Ms. Linda or Mr. Arthur about what you wanted to do?"

"No.  Not yet."  Jeremy looked down and then back to Daniel.  "Do you think
they still want me?"

"Jeremy, do you really need for anyone to answer that question?"

"Not really.  I just kinda want to hear it again, I guess."

"Then, I would suggest that you talk with them.  Remember, this has to be
your decision and none of us wants to influence you.  You must choose what
is in your heart and what you feel is best for Jeremy."

"Mr. Dan'l, I just need for 'em to let me know that's it's okay.  I don't
want them ta hate me and I want 'em ta know that I don't hate them.
Understand?"

Daniel held the boy close.  He understood.  Daniel joined the other boys
while Jeremy walked over to Arthur.  Daniel watched as Arthur, Linda and
Jeremy walked back to the bench in the garden.

                                           * * * *

Arthur spotted a car that fit the description of the vehicle Ted Marshall
had said he and his wife, Alyson, would be driving.  Closer inspection
showed the license number matched what Ted had given him.  Arthur and Linda
had arrived ten minutes early; the Marshals were earlier.  Walking inside,
Arthur told the hostess they were meeting a couple and were escorted to a
table in the far corner.  Arthur recognized the Marshals from their
previous brief meeting when Jeremy was set free.  After exchanging the
expected greetings, Linda and Arthur joined the couple.  Linda set a small
stack of photos on the table.

"Alyson, these are pictures we've taken of Jeremy since he first arrived.
Now, don't let the first pictures startle you. They were taken when the
shippers brought him to us as a slave and he was delivered to us following
the normal rules.  As a mother myself I can understand they are a little
frightening.  After those three or four I think you'll begin to notice
considerable improvement in his appearance."

Arthur and Ted made mostly small talk while the two ladies discussed the
pictures.  The men ordered lunch for all of them and then discussed the
current political environment and any possible effects on the movement to
end child slavery.  Arthur disclosed some of the planned activities without
revealing much detail.

Arthur really didn't want to make small talk as he listened to his wife
describe to Alyson the heartache and pain she endured following Daniel's
enslavement.  Arthur knew the stories but had never heard them quite like
this.  This time, there was more raw emotion involved with the telling.
Alyson began sharing some of her memories of Jeremy, Keith to her, when the
boy was very young.  Arthur noted that neither lady referred to the day
that Jeremy was taken from his home.

The two couples exchanged many stories and laughs while they ate lunch.
Both couples knew why they were most likely there, neither wanting to
broach the subject.  Arthur knew they would have to face the inevitable.

"Theodore . . .Alyson, I think we all know why we are here.  We have to
talk about Jeremy, or Keith, as was his name."  The Marshals looked down at
the table and then back to Arthur, acknowledging what he said.  Alyson had
a tear pooling in her eyes.  "He talks quite a bit with Father Andrew and
with Daniel.  Because of Daniel's own background, we think he feels more
comfortable talking to him about some things.  The boy's made remarkable
progress, too.  Hopefully, the pictures will show you some of that.  Jeremy
has let it be known that he wants to see you; it's time."

Arthur didn't say any more for a couple of minutes.  He wanted to give the
Marshals the opportunity to absorb what he had said.  Then he continued.

"There's no doubt in anyone's mind that all of us want the best for the
boy.  We've told him he must make the choice of which path he will follow.
We do not know what he has decided.  We can't tell you if Daniel even
knows.  He does know that all of us are meeting now.  We told him it was
necessary so that we could all agree to accept whatever decision the boy
has made and give him our love and support."  Again Arthur paused.  Ted
Marshall spoke.

"I'm not going to lie to you.  Alyson and I would like nothing better than
to take him home.  This hasn't been easy on anyone, particularly after
learning that he was to be freed.  We've told one another, just as we will
tell you now, that we will do whatever is best for the boy.  However, now
that we appear to have reached that point, we know that it's easier said
than done.  We've also discussed the possibility that he may not want to
come home.  It will hurt, it will hurt more than either of us can tell you,
but we'll accept the choice."  Ted paused a moment to hold his wife's hand
as she wiped the tears streaming down her face.

"There's two things we would like to ask, though, if his choice is not to
come back to us.  We hope to have some part in his life; some contact.
Also, it's very important to us that he know we love him and hope that he
doesn't hate us.  Lord knows, he has every right to hate me.  I blamed
myself then, and now, for what happened to him.  He paid the price for my
foolishness.  The only way I know to make it up to him is to honor his
choice."

"If he chooses to come with us," Linda offered, "we would make every effort
to keep you informed of how he's doing and encourage visits.  Maybe all of
us could go out sometime and show him how much we work together for his
well being.  I know that when Dr.  Thompson let me know about Daniel, the
letters I received from him, and the pictures, were priceless.  I have
every one of them now.  If he knew some of the things Dr.  Thompson told me
Daniel did, Daniel would be so embarrassed."  Alyson and Linda both tried
to smile under very hard circumstances.

"Arthur, we wouldn't fight or challenge his choice.  Please rest assured
that Alyson and I are very grateful for all that you, Linda, Daniel, and
many others have done for him.  We will give him nothing but our support
and love."

"Do you think that you could handle seeing him now?"  The Marshals eyes lit
up at the thought of seeing their son.  Arthur made the call.

"Daniel will have him here in about thirty minutes.  There's a park a
couple of blocks down the street; we'll meet there.  Jeremy has asked to
see you alone, so Linda and I will step away when they arrive.  We'll go
the other side of the park to give you some privacy, and wait."

Daniel pulled into the parking lot about forty-five minutes later.  The
boys had already been told about the meeting and asked to give Jeremy the
space he needed.  When they arrived, the boys spotted Arthur and Linda, but
didn't know the Marshals.  Daniel spotted the Marshals and turned to see
Jeremy staring at them; the boy looked scared to death.

"Jeremy, we don't have to get off this bus.  We can back-up and get right
back on the highway if you want."

"No," Jeremy answered in a weak and shaking voice, "I'm ready.  I don't
want to do it, but I gotta.  Know what I mean?"

"I know," Daniel answered and then held out his hand and asked, "You
ready?"

The boys sat quietly on the bus, watching the drama unfold before them.  No
one knew what Jeremy was going to say or do.  All felt both happy, but sad,
for their friend.  Jeremy would have a family again, something they all
wanted.

Daniel and Jeremy approached the Marshals.  Jeremy wasn't sure if he should
run to them or stay his distance; he decided to grip Daniel's hand tighter.
A few steps away, Alyson approached her son and hugged him.  She had a
mother's grip; the kind that said I'll never let you go.  She didn't let go
until she was able to control some of the tears flowing down her cheeks.
When she stepped back and lifted Jeremy's chin to look in his eyes, she saw
that he was crying, too.  Daniel let Jeremy know he was going to tell the
boys they could get off the bus and walk around and then he would stand
where Jeremy could still see him and call to him if he needed.  Jeremy
looked around and saw the Sinclairs on the other side of the small park,
but he didn't say or do anything to acknowledge their presence.

The Marshals and Jeremy found a bench in a shaded area and sat down to
talk.  Daniel and the Sinclairs stayed far enough away so they could not
hear the conversation.  However, a casual observer could tell that it was a
very emotional conversation.  Alyson could not keep her hands away from
Jeremy.  The fact that Jeremy and the other boys were still dressed as
Cherubs did nothing to help avoid being noticed by passersby.  Many of the
park visitors recognized the boys as Cherubs and had gathered around
several of the boys, particularly the little ones.

Daniel smiled as he watched the people interact with the boys while keeping
an eye toward Jeremy.  He knew that the boys were feeling more than just a
little worked up sexually the night before and had guessed that the boys
did what came natural to all horny boys.  He could also see the amount of
touching, and where they were touching, and guessed that tonight would be a
repeat of the previous evening.  So long as they followed the rules, Daniel
had no intentions of bothering them.

Danny, Ryan and Ian spotted some other small children playing in a sandbox.
Daniel watched as the three boys ran over to join the fun.  Looking at the
other children Daniel couldn't tell exactly what they were playing with,
but assumed the adults sitting around them were making sure it wasn't
anything that could cause a problem, and let the boys go have their fun.

The better part of an hour passed before Ted looked over and spotted Arthur
and Linda.  He motioned for Arthur and Linda to join them.  Daniel remained
where he was; he had not been summoned.  Many tears were shed and many hugs
exchanged.  The two couples now stood, talking with one another, and
Jeremy.  A few minutes later, Theodore motioned for Daniel to join them.
As Daniel approached, he noticed that Jeremy stood between the two ladies,
an arm around each ladies waist.  Both Linda and Alyson had an arm around
Jeremy's shoulders and then their other arm was extended over the other's
shoulder.  Both ladies exchange hugs, and tears.  The men watched the
ladies, each with a slight smile as their hands remained clasped.

Jeremy turned and smiled through tear filled eyes.  It was done.

Daniel reached the group and waited for someone to say something to him.
Before anyone could say anything, they all heard the sound of a little boy
screaming, playfully.  Daniel turned around to see three naked mud monsters
charging at him with their hands held high.  They were covered in mud from
head to toe.  Daniel closed his eyes and shook his head in disbelief as
everyone broke down laughing, relieving the tension of the moment.


End Chapter Eighty-Six
To Be Continued

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