Date: Mon, 29 Nov 1999 20:37:16 PST From: Zzathras@hotmail.com Subject: The Son 2 Hello Again. My name is Zzathras. Don't ask just suffice it to say the name fits. The following is a work of pure FICTION. None of it happened and no animals were harmed in the making of this story. :) If the subject of Man/Boy sex offends you please don't continue. Please try to understand. If you ask "understand what" you are beyond any enlightenment I can offer here. This is a work intended for adult consumption. If you are under the age of legal majority in your locale, QUIT STEALING MOMMY AND DADDY'S PASSWORDS. Now go back to the Disney page and leave this to consenting adults to read. Any comments or suggestions can be mailed to Zzathras@hotmail.com Any flames can go to hell. I wont waste my time with them so don't even go there. Please do not reproduce this in part or whole without giving some credit to me. The Son Chapter 2 Gregory and I stood side by side as the galley filled. I don't know who was more nervous, him or me. Mr. Hawkins had sent invitations to dozens of people I had never heard of. Mostly because they were art critics and such, people who traveled in circles I never frequented. "Nervous Gregory?" I asked my boy. "Not any more than you dad." He held my right hand and squeezed it. Behind us the gallery was darkened save a single spotlight that illuminated the center of the circular room. I would narrate the show from there in a short while. Talk about being in the spotlight. The center of attention if you will. I hated that sort of thing. Many of the guests were coming off as snobbish and stuck up. Most were interested in seeing what I had to show, and were very polite. The lights in the main chamber dimmed slightly and the guests took up position by the ropes that separated them from the main gallery. I walked to the center of the room and stood under the harsh light. My black jacket and pants made me warm immediately. I could feel the air conditioner gently blowing on me as I tried to remember the speech I was to present. My left arm itched maddeningly under the cast that still covered my forearm. Two surgeries had been performed and I had the good fortune to expect two more to repair the damage the bear had inflicted on my limb. "Ladies and gentlemen, I want to personally welcome and thank you for coming to the opening of my first gallery showing. To say the least, I am at a loss for words. I never expected this sort of response. This is a story if you will, a story of an adventure I and my son Gregory had. I think it brought us closer together and a bit closer to god." The large screen behind me came to life with a slide of my son on horseback, at the edge of a cliff watching the sunrise. "This is Gregory for those of you who have yet to make his acquaintance. He is my son and my partner on the expedition you are about to share in." The show went on. Slides flashed on the screen as I narrated our trip. Mostly of the country side and wild life we had encountered. I had included slides of the birds we had found to give them an idea of why we were a thousand miles from civilization. I was scared at the lack of reaction. Not a sound save scribbling of pen on paper as the critics made notes and the whispers of comments not meant to be heard. Soon we came to the highlight of the show. "This day was incredible. Gregory was bathing in the hot spring while I was lounging around, relaxing before we continued the hunt for the eagles. Imagine being in a place where the animals had absolutely no fear of man. Never saw one, been hunted, they still reign in their land. We had, as you have seen with the squirrels Gregory fed as well as the rabbits and such I have shown you, they are perfectly willing to walk right up to our camp and inspect us." I took a deep breath. "I looked up and saw this." The screen snapped to a profile of the great elk, standing majestic and aloof in his kingdom. The room fell silent or a moment. I let the rest of my narration go for the moment as the slides slowly flashed before us all. The sequence showed the elk approach the spring with Gregory in it. Then the boy holding up a sprig of grass for the elf to take. Gregory standing up to stroke the great animal's snout in all his god given glory. Then Gregory and the animal from several angles. The gallery was silent as a tomb. I smiled as the show continued in silence. I glanced at the young intern that controlled the slide machine and nodded my head as the last slide finished. He pressed a button, and the screen went dark as it lifted into it's housing in the ceiling. "This, ladies and gentlemen is proof that God does exist." A spot light shattered the darkness to illuminate a full sized enlargement of Gregory standing next to the elk leaning on the great animal as if it were his best friend. Both looked at the camera with absolute confidence and pride in their bodies. Gregory appeared out of the darkness and stood to the other side of the elk in the picture. The contrast was striking. One side was a boy, nude and facing the camera with confidence and pride. On the other side stood the same boy dressed as I was, in all black, just as confident and proud. I asked Gregory to do this so the people could see the picture was true to life in size. I then went into the rest of my narration on how the bear attacked and our adventure in the chase and fight. I flashed back to the whole thing and found my voice faltering as I shook in renewed terror and pain. Fear of loosing Gregory assaulted my mind just as it had those many months ago. I broke into a sweat and my throat was tight. A small hand slipped into mine and I felt complete again. I looked down to see my son hugging my arm and looking up to me with concern. I smiled at him and wiped the tears from my face. Another spotlight came on illuminating the beast that tried to eat us both. The crowd gasped as my son and I stood next to the hide of the bear. It dwarfed us both and everything in the building. "This ladies and gentlemen was the serpent in our Eden those many months ago. The devil to the angel who is my son. This one creature cemented my beliefs and love for my son. We all have our demons to face I only wish they all were so solid as this." I took a deep breath and announced. "The show is now open, please view the many more images we have for you to see and enjoy." The ropes came down and the people flooded the room to see the eleven by fourteen prints of my son that papered the walls. I tried to gauge the feeling the people were getting from my show. Some loved it, many were critical and hard to judge. A few complained that it was nothing. "No social message." Was their comment, not meant for my ears, as they poured praise to my face. I took it all in stride and let them be two faced. "Tony, don't let them get to you. Today they want prostitutes and drug addicts to have some social statement, tomorrow they want nudes and fuzzy critters." Jules, my attorney's new husband greeted me with a glass of champagne. "Screw them." I mumbled around my drink. "My sentiments exactly." The show went on and both I and Gregory fielded questions of every sort for over an hour until my most dreaded demon blew through the door. "Tony, you son of a bitch!" She screamed as she slapped me in the face. "Hello Debby," I said calmly as I inwardly wished to cave her skull in. "Champagne?" I handed her a glass. She slapped the expensive drink out of my hand and tried to punch me in the face. I grabbed her small fist and held it tight. "This is not the time nor the place for your silly tantrums woman." "I want him arrested!" she screamed at the police officer behind her. Gregory slipped between us, "Why? He hasn't done anything!" "Gregory, go to the limousine." "NO!" He stood his ground. Her hand cocked back and I grabbed her arm. "Remember my promise bitch!" I growled in her face. She faltered for a moment. "You think you can make pornographic pictures of my baby and get away with it!?" She spun on the police man and the suit next to him. "I said fucking arrest him!" "Ma'am, we will handle this. Sir can we speak someplace privately?" Another officer tried to take Gregory's hand. "Gregory, go with the officer." The detective instructed my boy. "Excuse us!" My attorney and her husband appeared next to us. "We are his attorneys, what seems to be the problem?" "We should speak in private ma'am." "Screw that. Anything you have to say could not possibly be worse than what this slut has accused me of just now." I held Gregory close to me tightly. "Sir let the boy go." The officer trying to take Gregory commanded. "Eat a bug." Gregory spat. "I am staying with my dad." The whole situation grew tense and ugly as Debby screamed and threw a tantrum, Gregory gripped my waist like a drowning man would a piece of wood. Julia and Jules tried to keep the scene civilized. The police milled around and looked at the pictures while the district attorney argued with my lawyers. "ENOUGH!" I bellowed. "The show is over! I'm sorry ladies and gentlemen, as you can see this is just getting to far out of hand. Please come back again, we will see to it you each get a special invitation. Thank you and have a good night." I put the show to bed with authority apparently, the gallery was empty within five minutes. Debby finally snapped at the lack of my arrest and started tearing the pictures off the walls and ripping them up. "What are you doing?" The curator screamed at her. "I wont have these filthy pictures of my baby on display!" "Officers, arrest her." He calmly pointed to her. "The charge is, destruction of private property, disturbing the peace, and restriction of trade." Now the cops were wholly confused. "Tony," Julia came up to me, "They aren't sure if you broke any laws or not. They want copies of all the images and negatives to review." "Screw that. They can have prints and contact sheets only. If they get the negatives there is no telling what could happen to them. If they want they can compare the negatives to the contacts, in my and your presence. At no time will they get possession of the negatives." "They want to interview Gregory." "That's OK as long as your there. He likes and trusts you." "Agreed. Also they want him to go with his mother until this is straightened out." "Over my dead body." "Tony." "NO. My mother can take him. Hell even foster care would be better. If she gets him I wont ever see him again. She will take him to Italy with what ever his name is and I wont ever see him again." Julia went back to the DA and talked with him a moment. Debby continued her tantrum and tried to destroy more of the pictures. When the curator interceded she belted him and was immediately cuffed by the cops. Gregory was nearly in tears and shaking like a leaf. Scooping my angel up I sweet talked him a bit while cradling him close. "Don't worry baby. We are partners, remember? If a god awful bear like that beast couldn't keep us apart, you think your mother can?" "I hate her!" He sobbed in my arms. "No. Don't hate her. Hate what she does. She loved us in her own sort of way." "Don't you hate her?" "Remarkably, no. I pity her." "I cant help it daddy! I just hate her so MUCH right now I cant do anything else!" "Then just hug me and hold me Gregory." I sat down and let the lawyers figure out what to do. "Dad, I don't wanna go." Gregory grumbled. "Come on now. You go with grandma for a few weeks until this whole thing is sorted out." "Will you visit?" "Every chance I get. Now be good, don't cause any trouble, and write me every day." "Same to you." He hugged me close and I could feel his tears on my shoulder. "Tony, dear. I cant believe she is pushing this so hard." "Mom, I think she's gone off the deep end. What ever her reasons, I just want to be certain to keep Gregory." "Well, I was certainly surprised when you appeared on my doorstep with him in hand." "I wish I could have done it sooner. But we had to leave when we did and I didn't want to tell you I had him the make you wait all that time before we visited." "Well, I did always say that job would be the death of you. But I didn't think it would be by getting eaten by a bear. Now you go take care of business so your boy can come home." "Gregory, the house should be done by the time this is over with." "Really? I hope it isn't." "What?" "If it is it means we wont be together for a long time." "I see. Then, here's to living in a one bedroom apartment." I left my son with my mother in her huge house in the countryside. He would love playing in the fields and with her small herd of various farm animals. We arranged for him to enter a semi private school nearby. He would go there in the days, and return to the house after school by bus. I explained the concerns I had about Debby snatching Gregory to the school and they assured me they could keep him safe. Mother's farm was closer to an estate with a fence around it and a couple nice vicious guard dogs to keep her and my boy safe. Mom knew about the show and had no problems with him having naked time if he wanted. Hell she let me when I was little. I returned to my office and home to drink myself stupid. The days turned into weeks and I visited my boy every chance I got. The district attorney insisted I not be alone with Gregory and my mother agreed to that. When I arrived she let us wander off and play in the hay barns I explored as a boy. We went swimming in the creek near the house and I continued my photo study of Gregory. We agreed to forgo any nudes until the investigation was over and Gregory surprised me by having my mom buy him three pairs of bikini style swim suits. Hey, he wasn't nude. J I was flooded with orders for the photographs that caused such a stir and had to patiently send letters back to each sender explaining the delay in receiving their prints. A major art book publisher was trying to woo me to let them produce my first book and were growing increasingly agitated that I would not release the photographs until the investigation was concluded. The investigators demanded that Gregory be seen by a doctor to look for signs of sexual abuse. Gregory told them flat out he wouldn't let anyone but his own doctor do it. The investigators wanted a second opinion when the results came back clean and my attorneys told them what Gregory had, `eat a bug'. Soon the whole thing grew old and frustrating as the prosecutor, desperate for a conviction, continued to badger me and push for me to accept a plea agreement. "Tony, if you are convicted of exploitation of a minor, production of child pornography, distribution, and child sexual abuse, you could spend at minimum, twenty to twenty five years in jail. Take this agreement and you could be out within ten." "You haven't got beans." I spat. "Not a single one of those pictures is pornographic in the least. It has long been established in this state that simple nudity is not pornography and thus, simple nudes of my son are NOT child pornography. You have spent three months trying to gather enough evidence to convict me. Now that you realize you can't you want to bully me into accepting a plea bargain. Why don't you spend your time trying to put real criminals away?" "These are serious charges Tony." "Seriously bullshit." Jules interceded. His wife was dealing with another case at the moment. She was seeing her doctor. She was expecting a baby boy and girl in two months. "Here is a copy of what the Judge is going to get in the morning. We are demanding this go to the grand jury immediately. If you have a case you can present it there and we can get on with it." "You wont get it." "Let the judge decide." "See you in chambers in the morning." We left to meet the expectant mother for lunch. I waited outside the judges chambers for over an hour while the lawyers argued their point to the woman. The district attorney felt confident that getting a woman seated to hear the case would give him an advantage. Julia and Jules were convinced it wouldn't matter. Either way I was still nervous. "Tony, please come in." The Judge opened the door for me. I walked in and sat with my attorneys and looked the judge square in the eye. "Good morning your honor." "Good morning. Let's cut to the chase. Would you be willing to have me review the evidence and make a summary decision as to whether this should go to trial?" "So instead of a grand jury, you would make the decision after reviewing the `evidence'?" "Yes. It would save a lot of time and money this way. My decision would not be a verdict in any way, just a decision as to whether there is enough evidence to warrant it taking up valuable trial time and space." I glanced at Jules on my left, he nodded, Julia did the same to my right. "Sounds good to me your honor. Anything to get this nonsense over with." "Fine," She glanced at her calendar and looked up. "Thursday of next week then, eight in the morning people." "Your honor," the district attorney interrupted. "about our witness, Gregory?" "Your `witness?!'" Julia spoke up. "Yes, I intend on putting him on the stand." "Over our dead bodies." Jules stood up. "Excuse me, this is still my office here." The judge interrupted. "Mr. Shaw, why would you need to put the boy on the stand?" "He is a crucial witness in this case, he is the victim after all." "Your honor, the primary point of this is to determine if the pictures the district attorney are claiming to be pornographic, actually are. Nothing more. You can make that determination without questioning Gregory." The judge reclined in her chair and looked at us all. "True Julia, however I do feel it necessary to get all the information I can. Mr. Shaw, you will not be questioning Gregory." "Good." I let slip. "I will." The judge looked at me like I had just snatched the last cookie from the cookie jar. "Just give me a list of questions that you want answered and I will decide which ones are appropriate to the case." "Your honor, we would request the boy be questioned outside the presence of his father." "Why?" I growled. "Put that attitude in your pocket." The judge chastised me. "It is standard procedure. Anytime a child has to testify in a case that involves possibility of sexual abuse, we separate the child from the defendant. This is to protect the child." "After all we have been through, my son knows how to protect himself. He will tell the truth. He loves me more than I deserve." "That could also be a problem. If he feels your watching he might not be completely honest, either out of love or fear." "Fine." I conceded their point. "Have your witness list and evidence here tomorrow." We left her chambers and went to lunch. "Tony, your not eating." "I'm not hungry Julia." "You haven't been eating much at all have you?" "Nope." "If you don't take care of yourself you wont be of any use to Gregory." "I can't help it. I'm so sick with worry I cant stand it. I miss my boy." "Soon Tony. Very soon." She hugged me close. "Guys, call Doctor Fredhiemer, have him at the courthouse Thursday." "Why?" Jules mumbled around some pasta salad. "Other than he was the one who did the initial checkup on Gregory he also can testify to a condition he has." I went on to explain the condition and treatment. I left out the fact that I was the administrator to Gregory's medicine for the time of our expedition. "That would be helpful. How will Gregory testify to that?" "I have no idea. I'm just worried that if he brings it up that there will be further delays if the doctor isn't there." "Good idea. Have Gregory in our office Tuesday. We can go over the details then." Thursday morning came. I sat on the bench outside the judges office and let the lawyers argue inside before it all started. "Dad!" I heard my angels voice as he came tearing down the hallway, past a `no running' sign. Scooping him up I hugged him for all I was worth. "I missed you so bad Greggy!" "I missed you too. When can I come home?" He looked me straight in the eye. "Today will hopefully be the last day. If not it could be a lot longer." "NO! I want to come home NOW!" He whined. "I like it at grandma's place and all that, but I want to live with YOU." "I know baby." I hugged him again and sat on the bench "Dad, are you sick?" "No honey, just tired." "You are sick. You haven't been eating have you?" He stood in front of me and put his fists on his hips. "No. Not really." "Tony, please come in, and bring Gregory with you." I saw the judge at her door. The judge listened to arguments and looked at the pictures again while questioning Gregory about each one in turn. She was a sly one as she slipped he questions about his feelings and thoughts into it. She had my son at ease almost immediately. He answered with confidence and pride as all the images that were in the show came up. "I love my daddy. He loves me. He NEVER did anything naughty to me." "Gregory, the prosecutor has said your father may have touched you in your private place. Is this true?" "Nope." He lied through his teeth. "Has anyone ever touched you there?" "Yes, Doctor Fredhiemer did." "Can you tell me about it?" Gregory explained his condition with amazing clarity and his vocabulary impressed the judge. "Gregory, how did you feel about it?" "Embarrassed. Up till then no one ever touched me there, and mother made it quite clear that even talking about that part of my body was nasty." "She did? How do you feel about it now?" "That first time wasn't as embarrassing as when Doctor Fredhiemer had too look up my butt." He blushed. "Why did he have to do that?" "To see if anyone had hurt you there." "Who would want to hurt my butt?" He asked wholly confused. "We can go into that later Gregory." She changed the subject and finished up with Gregory as fast as she could. He moment he was gone with my mother the prosecutor exploded. "I thought he was to be questioned separate from his father?!" "Pipe down mister!" The judge replied. "I saw those two on the bench outside. There is no way that boy is afraid of the defendant. Also, based on the medical evidence, there has been no reason to believe he was molested. I read his initial statements and decided the boy would be more comfortable with his father present than without. This is MY court, don't ever forget that." We got on with the rest of the rings to be jumped through and left the judge to think about it all. I took my crew out to lunch at an expensive restaurant and ate till I couldn't move. It was the first time in months I had an appetite. Everyone seemed jovial, but I still worried. You could never count on anything until it was in hand, signed, notarized and witnessed. "Tony, relax." "You relax." I mumbled at Jules. "You get paid either way. I'm the one facing trial." "No, your not. I am willing to stake my professional career on the fact that you wont." "If I do will you represent me for free?" He smiled and thought about it for a moment. "Yes." "I will remember that." I sipped a glass of wine. Hopefully my last for a long time. "I have made my decision. Based on the evidence presented and the witnesses brought before me I have decided that there is NOT enough evidence to press forward with a trial." I almost passed out. "Also I can see no evidence to warrant the investigation that has been conducted. District Attorney Romley, all I see is a horrible waste of resources, time, and money. I don't know what could have possessed you to drag this investigation out this long in the first place besides perhaps your own political aspirations. Convicting this man of all those charges would have made for a significant feather in your cap, and that is inexcusable. How many other trials could you have completed in the time you have wasted on this ONE? I think you owe the defendant and the people of this state an apology." "I wont apologize for doing my Job your honor. I truly believed in this case. If I had any recourse I would appeal this decision and go ahead with a trial." "Well you don't. So eat crow and get out of my office." The party was a screaming success. Every image of Gregory was replaced on the walls of the Gallery and all our guests invited back. The press swarmed us and we laughed and enjoyed ourselves immensely. "Tony, I just had word, Debby is on a plane to Italy with her new husband." Julia appeared at my shoulder. "How do you know?" "Detectives I hired." "To watch her?" "Yup. She hasn't made a move without me knowing exactly what and where." "Good. She is gone and we can get on with our lives now." The trial had done nothing but advertise my show and orders kept pouring in. I hired a pair of interns to help produce all the images required to fill the orders. I set a limit of fifteen hundred sets of prints for the actual photographs, and agreed to sign another fifteen hundred leather bound editions. The hardback coffee table edition would hit the stores in six weeks and there were several places sold out in advance. Needless to say, I was overwhelmed. The newspapers carried it as a win for artists, but never printed one of my best images. The art magazines were perfectly willing to print my hallmark image of Gregory and the elk on their front cover. Gregory and I drove up the long driveway to our new home. I had chosen a place outside the city and nestled in the wooded countryside. Huge old growth forest surrounded our home and allowed total privacy. I even got a four really nice, mean dogs to guard it for us. "Dad?" "Yes son?" "Is THAT our house?" "Yep." We drove up to the garage and parked inside. I had designed it based on a castle. The exterior was stone and all the windows were arched. The four corners were shaped like parapets and looked like towers on an old castle. The front door was nestled in a huge wooden facsimile of a draw bridge. The ivy had yet to grow but would soon cover much of the stone exterior. "This is so COOL!" He bellowed as he ran around the inside of the large building. I had set it up like a cabin in the woods. Wood furniture and such. A large fireplace adorned the north wall and the bear skin rug lay before it covering most of the floor. The upstairs opened up to a balcony that circled the living room and looked down into it. The bedrooms upstairs were spacious and bright. The basement held a large studio and darkroom. Outside I had a pool installed with a hot tub. A nice orchard and garden had just been completed and we would await the new growth with spring in full swing. "How much land is there dad?" "Forty acres." "Wow. We cant afford this!" "Yes we can. Originally there were eighty acres I inherited from my father. I had to sell off half of it in the divorce. I kept the best part for you. I took the money from my retirement account to build the house." "You shouldn't have done that dad." He looked at me sternly. "I figure the money we will make on this show alone will replace that. Plus they want us to sign for another show and book." "What kind?" "You. The plan is to do an extensive studio shoot and then some nature type stuff. I also have another job lined up to Australia." "Australia? I always wanted to go there!" He jumped up and down. "Yup. There is a game preserve there that wants me to record all their animals in their habitats. Nice, easy, no hunting for weeks. We can set up in a cabin in the preserve and come home every night almost." "Way cool!" "Sterts in August and I have a tutor all set up." "Tutor?" "Yep. Can't have you going for that long without some schooling." "Who?" "Why Grandma of course!" "YAY! She's SO cool dad. She even like Aerosmith!" "I know. It was so weird growing up. My parents loved rock and roll as much a s I did. I never could relate with the other kids in school that complained about their parents being old fashioned." "They didn't believe me when I told them Grandma liked rock and roll." "Their loss. Lets go swimming!" We raced to the pool and jumped in, clothes and all. As we lay on the bear that tried to kill us, Gregory stared into the fire and sighed deep. "I'm so glad it's all over Dad." I smiled at his nude form and kissed his forehead. "When I thought about maybe loosing you I wanted to die." "Me too. Grandma tried to make me feel better but nothing helped." He looked deep into my eyes and asked. "Are you mad?" "About what?" "I lied to the judge." "Not really. I just wish you didn't have to lie." "Me too. You haven't done anything bad, so why should they want to put you in jail?" "Because they can't understand." We laid back in each others arms and slept. With the next day being Friday I called the school and told them I would be keeping Gregory out that day. We just spent our day being lazy and eating pizza. He didn't consider getting dressed in the least as the day drew on. I had put on my clothes to get the mail form the box by the road and hadn't bothered to take them off. "Dad, wanna take some pictures?" My angel asked in the early afternoon. "Sort of christening the studio?" I asked with a grin on my face. "Yea!" He ran his well formed backside down the stairs with me in hot pursuit. I still didn't have all the props I wanted, that would have to wait until I had some more money. I spent way too much finishing the house. Still we made due and I had four rolls of film of my angel. He made a show ofd his flexibility and agility. He had been in gymnastics since he could walk and he was happy to show off. I gave him some strips of cloth and he played with them as he showed me his body and let me record it. We went to the living room and I shot a couple more rolls of him on the bear skin. Then a couple in the pool and orchard. I didn't expect any of these to turn into masterpieces, but I certainly was glad to have them for my own album. About seven in the evening my mother popped in and Gregory greeted her in all his glory. Not the least bit bashful. "I see you have made yourself comfortable Gregory." She teased. "Yup!" he was so proud as she hugged him close. We ate dinner, I made my little man get dressed for the meal at the dinner table. Then sat around talking. "Tony, the district attorney has been seeing my friends." "Still?" "Yes. I think he is trying to build another case. Why on earth I don't know." I picked up my phone and called Julia. "Julia, the district attorney is still harassing my mother and her friends." "Not for long he isn't! That son of a bitch is going to regret he ever saw us." She ranted. "Julia, take it easy! If you get all worked up, you will pop those kids out too early." "I am not getting worked up!" she bellowed in my ear. I heard a heated discussion and Jules took the phone. "Tony, we will file a complaint and restraining order against him and his office first thing in the morning." "Good. The case was decided and he's still harassing us?" "Yes, I know. It just does not make any sense. But let us handle him." "OK. Would it be all right if my dogs ate him if he comes on the property?" "Only if he does not have a search warrant." "Cool beans. Jules, point out to him that he's shit out of luck now. We moved out of his jurisdiction. We no longer live in the city or that county any longer." "True. I will point that out to him and hopefully he will just go away." "Good. Can I invite him to dinner?" "For you or the dogs?" "Can I plead the fifth on that?" I smiled with evil intent. "Just let us deal with him." Jules laughed. The weeks fairly flew by as I worked like a madman while Gregory was in school. He took a lot of teasing and cruel jokes and innuendo thrown at him by the other kids. He stood proud and tall as they made some joke about him being a porn star and told them, in front of the school assembly to `eat shit, fuck off and die'." He got a week's suspension for that and another week of grounding by me. He would stay inside his room except for meals and not come out. I took his radio, television and phone cable off his computer. He threw a fit and I let him fuss and fume until dinner when we sat down. "Gregory, I know what you mean. They pushed you too far and you got mad." "So if they were wrong, why am I being grounded?" "Because, your better than that. You are too smart to come up with some lame reply like that to them. It is sinking to their level and I wont have you becoming what they are." "What could I do?!" "I know you wanted to punch them in the nose, you didn't and I'm proud of that. But you have a vocabulary greater than most adults. Use it. You could have said exactly the same thing with different words." "Like what?" "Hmmm." I had to think. "You said `eat shit, fuck off and die'. How about you tell me?" That was a mistake. We spent the next hour coming up with swear words and alternate, more socially acceptable, phrases. And laughing our asses off. In the end he accepted his punishment, mostly because I would not let him out of it, and I went back to a form of exile once more. Gregory almost relished his incarceration. He spent the entire first week naked and loving it. He would lay on the floor in front of his window sunning himself in the morning light while reading his books. Then he would do his homework and let me check it. He got far ahead of his class in his school work and relished going back to school. The first day he handed in a pile of work and then stood in front of his class and apologized for using such vulgarity in their presence. He then passed out passes to the Gallery. Executive passes I got from the curator. They allowed the bearer as many guests as they wished, and entitled them to a free catalog of the images in my show. I had them dated for the weekend following Gregory's release from restriction. The passes had no indicator as to what the show was, just that it was a special showing specifically for them. We grinned at each other as the gallery filled again with my son's classmates and their families. The Viewing area was pitch black. "Ladies and gentlemen, thank you all for coming. As many of you know, my son arranged this show as an apology to his classmates for the use of some particularly ugly vulgarity." The seats before me were filled to capacity as I narrated my show. I altered it slightly and let the nudes of Gregory slip to the last as the show continued. I felt a bit more satisfied with the crowds response as they were more impressed with my work than the critics were. A cute picture of my son feeding a squirrel received much higher praise than the `critics' gave. The show continued to the Bear and our rescue. The response to the immense animal that adorned the wall was gratifying. I explained our purpose of the expedition and showed them the first in a new series of slides featuring the two eagles. Then I got to the part I loved most. "Ladies and gentlemen. Many of you are aware of the nature of the recent court case against me. I was accused of taking pornographic images of my son. Well the case was thrown out after the judge reviewed the entirety of my collection of photographs. I now present them here for you to view and make your own decision. Before I open the main gallery I will warn you some of them do contain images of my son in the nude. I urge you all to view them before making your minds up. The art of the nude has long been established as the highest form of art there is. In the past mostly people have sought to capture the beauty of the human form and I have done no less. None of my images are sexually explicit or suggestive in any way or form. I know that the majority of you have allowed your children to view nudes before. I know this because Gregory's class took a field trip last month to the museum of art history, which contains numerous works of art, including a large number of nudes. If what I understand is true, the whole class went save one or two children. If you do object to this then I wont be offended if you choose to leave at this time." The audience rumbled with conversation as they talked among themselves. I notice no one left. "Then if that is decided. I will continue with the slide presentation then open the gallery floor." The audience `oohed and ahhhed' as the slides of the elk shattered the darkness. Then the one of Gregory, still deep in the water, with the elk looking down on him came up and again the crowd voiced their amazement. Silence fell as the image of Gregory stepping out of the water to feed the elk came up. Some children snickered and Gregory stood proudly by my side. Then the last slide went dark and the audience was enveloped in darkness. I had yet to show them Gregory in a picture that showed his privates. "Now audience, this is proof that god does exist." The spotlight illuminated the full sized image of Gregory with him standing on the opposite side of the elk in the image. It was greeted by total silence. I walked to the front row and pointed to my son and the picture. "Tell me if that is in any way pornography." I challenged the audience. "Mommy, I see his peepee!" One little girl, perhaps five, announced. "Yes you do." I said as I knelt in front of her. "What else do you see?" "Gregory." "And?" "A big moose!" "Is it a good picture?" "I like the moose!" "Is there anything you don't like about it?" "He's naked." "Is that a bad thing?" She glanced at her mommy who smiled at her. "I guess not." I opened the gallery and let the people see what I had to show. Gregory stood by my side and smiled the whole time. Not many little boys have their entire class staring at their naked body. Some people expressed their opinion that it was not good to take naked pictures of kids to me. Some were impressed with the images. Three families asked if I could do some of them in the nude. Gregory and I agreed to do them. None were offended, all were polite, and best of all, no cops came to interrupt us this time. The best thing to come out of it was that the teasing and ridicule my son endured was reduced significantly at school. Some of his school mates who were not in his class still teased him and he calmly ignored them. Soon their fun in trying to get him angry and in trouble again waned and they let him alone. That night Gregory and I sat in the warm embrace of our bathtub and washed each other gently. We hadn't taken pleasures in one another at all since he came home. Both of us were simply swamped with our lives. Gregory had joined swim and gymnastics teams. He had after school workouts four nights a week and I worked from the moment he was on the buss to the second he came through the front door. "Dad, can we do it tonight?" "You want to?" I ran a soapy hand over his chest as he lay back against mine. "Yea. We haven't done it in a long time. I miss it." "Have you been keeping up with your treatments?" "Yes. I don't want to have my penis cut." "Good. We can play some then I think." My throbbing member rose up between his legs to brush his own pulsing tool. We dried off and I carried him to the rug. I felt it appropriate that we do it on the beast that tried to tear us apart. I got out the baby oil and gave Gregory a full body massage as he groaned in pleasure under my ministrations. When I finally got to his penis, I slipped my slick hands over his tiny mound toward his boyhood and he moaned loudly in expectation. The moment I took him in hand he shuddered and grunted as his pole pulsed in my huge hand. "Did you…" "Yea." He frowned. "Don't worry lad. It happens. You got so hot in waiting it just happened. Now I can settle down and give you a nice long one." I stroked and petted his tool gently as he relaxed in my tender ministrations. I brought his little body off three more times before he was satisfied and I let him tend to my own situation. He oiled his hands up and gave me a massage in return for the one I gave him. He slid his whole body up and down mine as he ran his hands over my chest. "Your skinny now dad. Not like you were." I had lost far too much weight and now my bones stuck out from my chest. "I know baby. Now things are back to normal, I can relax and get healthy again." I let him rub me all over as I did him. He didn't slick my pole up like I did his, he gently lifted the rigid meat off my abdomen and lowered his mouth to it greedily. I had to struggle to not shoot the second his tongue touched my head. Instead the moment I felt his mouth engulf the tip I blew my load inside his hungry orifice. "You did it too dad!" He pointed out. "I missed you so bad I didn't think I could wait this long, much less as long as I did." "So now I get to take my time and do you good like you did me." He lowered his head and kissed my rod to attention again. We took turns sucking and stoking each other until nearly midnight and poor Gregory passed out in my arms. He had at least six orgasms that night and I managed three. I lay there watching him sleep in the night as the flames from the fire illuminated his perfect body. I slipped out and grabbed my camera and shot a full roll of film of my angel sleeping. He was an active sleeper and would roll over frequently when alone. When in my arms he slept like a stone, stock still and unmoving. Come dawn he woke up to find me sitting over him stroking his soft rump and horny all over again. Without a word, he sucked my penis into his mouth and brought me off again. I returned the favor and we ate our breakfast in the nude. The School year went on and I struggled to make each of Gregory's swim and gymnastics meets. He looked so good in his shorts or speedoes I couldn't stand it. I brought my camera to every event and recorded my son and his friends in detail. I found many parents wanting copies of the pictures for themselves and made a nice side business in selling the shots. DA. Shaw suddenly lost interest in me and my family. Apparently The mayor of the city was on the guest list for the second show and I didn't know it. She loved the whole thing, from the squirrels to the nudes. She got wind of Shaw's vendetta and interceded. He felt having her on his side was more useful than my conviction. My agent was needling me to get a start on my next project and I had fun tormenting him. I referred to `artistic muse' and motivation. Like I didn't have enough of that sitting in my lap during the evening news? Julia's spy's reported that Debby was happily spending her husbands money in Europe while he was in the middle east. I smiled at the thought of him dumping her in Italy. No money. No friends. A woman in Italy fighting a divorce from her powerful husband. I thoroughly expected a call from her the moment he threw her out. Two days a week the grounds keeper or the pool guy would show up to tend the grounds. Twice a week a house keeper would come to care for the house. She was stunned by the images of Gregory I had hanging in my living room. "How can you put your son on display like that? Doesn't he get embarrassed?" "He suggested it. In fact, he had to convince me to put his picture in a show at a large gallery in town." "Was that you I heard all that about?" "Yup." "My god. I thought, from the way the newspapers presented it, that you had made some sex pictures and were trying to pass them off as art." "I leave that determination up to you." She decided that I wasn't the monster some made me out to be. By the time summer broke and I had my son with me all day long, I had my interns trained enough to be confident that they could handle the printing process alone. I would make the original prints, give them the exposure notes and let them go. This left me the time to shoot Gregory in my leisure and deal with the business end of life. The day finally came for us to fly to Melbourne. Gregory checked and rechecked his suitcase ten times an hour. Mom was waiting patiently in the den. She worked at length with Gregory's teacher to come up with a study plan for him. Most kids still had a full summer off, but Gregory would only get three or four weeks between sessions. For the most part we would be gone the entire break and the first month of the coming session. Mom, was a retired teacher herself, so she knew her stuff. Lou Anne and Thomas were talking with me in the office. I had given them the house keys and set up the guest bedrooms for them. They would live here and take care of the place while we were gone. They had full run of the studio and darkroom for their studies and I also left them enough work to keep them busy. The cab pulled up and we were on our way around the world.