Date: Sat, 23 Jun 2001 10:48:07 EDT
From: AmateurishWriter@aol.com
Subject: M.A.R.C. Ch. 10

M.A.R.C.

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Near the end of Chapter Nine:

It was a feast, as it always was at Ginny and Ralph's.  Marc was the topic
of most of the conversation but they were very careful to avoid going too
much in the direction of his parents.  Mostly they wanted to know about
him.  I was nervous that he would be vague but the programing with
background information had been up to the occasion.  I must admit that I
had also been a bit worried that the depth of our relationship might show.
If it did, they never let on.

As Marc helped clear and Ginny and I served up the blueberry pie ala mode,
I noticed that the boy was wilting a bit.  By the time we had finished
desert he was nodding.

Ralph chuckled.  "Looks like you got one tired pup there John."

"Yup.  He's had a busy day.  We both have."

"Well, you two run along then."  Ginny was being motherly.  "A growing boy
needs his sleep."

Little did she know, I thought, this is one boy that isn't growing.  It was
the first time that I really realized why we'd have to move every two to
three years.

I was very comfortable and could have sat and chatted longer but she was
right, so I got up.  "Har there me bucko!  What say we haul anchor and head
for home port?"

I got a sleepy; "Huh?"  For my efforts.  Ginny and Ralph chuckled.

"Guys, thanks for a wonderful meal and a nice evening.  Can we help clean
up?"

"No, no.  Ralph and I can do it in a snap.  You go on."

They both stood.  Ginny gave me a hug and Marc, who staggered to his feet,
got a smooch on the forehead.

The boy yawned and smiled.  "Thank you for dinner and it was nice meeting
you."

We started off across the lawn and Marc slipped his arm around my waste and
I put mine over his shoulders.  I could hear Ginny back on their patio.
"Look Ralph.  Isn't that sweet?  They're just right for each other."

I don't think it was more than 10 minutes before both of us were in bed and
out cold.  It had been a long day.


Chapter Ten - Sailing Lessons, new friends and a serious talk

It was a beautiful early summer morning and as I lay on my side in bed
looking out across the azure blue water, I tried to get a grip on the
reality of things.  Marc and I have had a few days to get to know one
another.  We are falling deeply in love and have had some exciting
adventures.  But now, I had to get back to managing my affairs which now
included Marc's affairs.  Android or not, he still had to appear to the
community as a real boy.  A boy who has lost his parents and come to live
with his Godfather.  The consortium had provided funds to appear as
insurance death benefits as well as an inheritance.  They had provided all
the background paperwork to substantiate his story and we had to keep up
the front.

"Oh my, back to work." I sighed out loud.

Then I heard the squeaky noises that Marc sometimes makes as he stretches
himself awake.  "Oohhh aaahhh eeeeeyyyyeeee."  He yawned.  "What work?"

I felt his warm hand glide along my back, over my side and around my chest
as he snuggled up behind me.  His morning erection found the crevice of my
butt and fit neatly along it.  He kissed me between the shoulder blades.

"Oh, I'm sorry Marc.  Did I wake you?"

"That's okay.  I gotta pee anyhow."  He pushed against my bottom
suggestively.

"Yeah, I can tell."  I giggled.

"What kind of work?"

"I have been neglecting the responsibilities of both our financial affairs.
I need a few hours on the computer and the phone.  Oh, and I need to get
you registered for school too."

"School?"  His turn to giggle.  "Now I gotta throw up, not pee."

He rolled away, climbed out of bed and padded into the bathroom.  I heard
him pee with a deep sigh of relief.  It sounded too good, reminding me that
I had the same need.  I rolled out my side and passed him as he came back.

I yawned and scratched my stomach.  "Hey kid."  I called back to him as I
started to pee.  "That was nice with The Marshes last night."

"Yeah, I guess.  They're nice and all and the Bass was awesome but I felt
sort of funny."

"How do ya' mean?"

"I don't know.  Sort of like when you know someone is watching you.  Know
what I mean?"

I flushed and then rinsed my hands and thought to myself; Yeah, I know just
what you mean.  And that comment Ginny made to Ralph as we crossed the lawn
on the way home.

I turned off the water.  "Yeah, I guess I know.  Whacha want fer
breakfast?"

"We got Pop Tarts?"  He asked but the look I got as I came back out said
something else.

"A cold day in hell," I retorted.  He was standing at the window looking
out at the boat tied up in the slip.  I stood behind him giving him a
gentle neck massage.  "Whatcha lookin' at?"

"Uncle John.  I would like to have sailing lessons.  Do they give them at
the yacht club?"

I cold knot formed in my stomach.  It was his first effort to do something
other than with me.  Last night with the Marshes was one thing.  I was
there.  For me this would be a big move but for him, as far as he knew, it
was called getting on with life.  "Sailing lessons?  As with other kids?"

I must have sounded nervous because he turned and looked at me.  "Yeah, why
not?  It'll be fun and maybe I'll make a friend or two.  You're not going
to be over protective are you?  That's what my Dad always used to say to my
Mom."

The image of that launch boy checking out Marc's butt was flashing like a
neon sign in my head.  "Huh?  Me?  No, no.  I guess not.  I mean, well,
sure.  Sounds like a good idea."

He reached up and patted me on the shoulder with a laugh.  "Yeah, right.  I
can hear the excitement in your voice."

"Okay, okay.  Tell you what."  I lifted his chin and gave him a quick kiss.
"Let's get washed up and dressed and I'll run out to get the paper and some
fresh raspberry Danish while you make coffee."

"And?"

"And, after breakfast we can walk over to the club and sign you up."

My courage was rewarded with a big hug, a longer and wetter kiss and a
thank you.  "This will be so cool.  Thanks Uncle John."  He stopped and
gave me a look of concern.  "You wont be lonely or worried, will you?"

I tickled him under the arm.  "Yes, of course I will be but I'll survive.
Now, let's get a move on!"

He spoke up over his shoulder as he headed for his room to wash-up and get
dressed.  "Okay.  Don't forget the golf lessons too.  They're coming up in
a few days aren't they?"

"Oh yeah.  That's right."  I shouted over the water running in his
bathroom.  "With all the excitement of the boat and storm and then going to
the Marshes, I had forgotten."

We both were early risers and so, it was only 8:30 a.m. when we finished
the delicious Danish and lousy coffee.  I was kind but made a mental note
to add coffee making lessons to the schedule.  The club was just a short
distance.  We walked it and got there about ten of nine.  The bulletin
board had a schedule of activities for the week and there was a juniors
sailing class at 9:30 a.m.

I suspected that these classes had been booked for a while so I'd have to
do some persuading.  "Marc, I have to go in to the office.  Why don't you
see if you can find where the class meets and then meet me back here in say
5 or 10 minutes?"

"Okay."  He made a beeline for the docks and I, for the office.

The secretary was an elderly lady who started out by saying, in a very
snippy tone, that the classes had closed 3 weeks ago.  "I'm sorry but your
son will have to wait until after the July 4th regatta and the new classes
start."

I wanted to snip right back at her but restrained myself.  "Ma'am, I wonder
if we could maybe make an exception.  Please give me a moment to explain."
By the time I had filled her in on the circumstances of the fire and Marc's
losing his parents and all, she had come around.

"I thank you for understanding.  I am trying to make his life as normal as
possible."  It wasn't really a lie, just a subterfuge.  "This is a big step
for the boy and I very much appreciate it."  I signed Marc up and filled
out the releases.

Just as I came out of the office Marc came running up.  He was almost in
tears.  "The kid teaching says the class is full!"  I held out the
enrollment form for him to see and his look of disappointment melted away.

"Okay boy.  Take me to the teacher."  I was terrified that it was the
launch boy but of course it wasn't.  It was a pretty blond girl of about 17
and she was surrounded by a dozen excited kids of whom Marc would clearly
br the oldest.

Her name was Linda and when she started to say that the class was full, I
took her aside and explained.  "But," I told her when she looked like she
was going to soften too much.  "He is not to get any special treatment.
The boy is strong and knows that he must get on with his life."

She looked a little surprised at my firmness but agreed.  "I play no
favorites.  And being the oldest, I will expect more of him."

"Thanks Linda.  Now, does he need anything?"

"Does he have a bathing suit on under his shorts?"

"Oh, I don't know.  Shall I ask him?"

"That's okay.  We wont be getting in the water today but some days we do
capsizing and man overboard drills and he will need a bathing suit for
that.  Also, most of the kids go to the pool or swimming float after class
and then eat at the snack bar before going home."

"Okay.  Sounds like he'll be in good hands.  When is the class over?"

"About 11:30 a.m."

"Perfect.  Thanks Linda."

"Marc?"

He was already talking with one of the boys closest to his age.  "Yes,
Uncle John?"

"I'll meet you at the snack bar at 11:30 a.m. or so."

"Okay.  Don't work too hard."  He waved and went back to talking with his
new friend.

My heart sank.  I had known him for only a few days and now I was leaving
him alone, and with strangers.  I was very nervous and he didn't seem the
least bit concerned.  I wanted to run back, scoop him up in my arms and run
home.  But of course I knew I couldn't.  I bit my lip and walked back home.

The two hours dragged.  I did get a lot of work done; I opened up the boat
so it would air and dry out, checking various investments, transferring
some funds and I paid the bills.  There was personal e-mail from Eddie
which I answered.  He told me how good it was to see me again.  That gave
me a warm feeling.  He asked how Marc was, purely from a parent's point of
view.  He also asked how we were getting along and I knew the point of view
of that question.  I simply said that we felt very strongly for each other
and that I was letting the boy set the pace.  Then I admitted that perhaps
I was making an effort to keep the pace slow.  I asked how his family was
doing.  We weren't going to see much of each other but it was nice to be
able to communicate after all these years.  I still loved him very much.

After I had finished the computer things that I had to do, I did a little
house keeping.  This is what I call mindless work and I do a lot of
thinking when I do it.  This time I was thinking about my boy alone out
there.  I worried about that launch boy.  If he saw Marc was there without
me would he try to make friends?  Would Marc be taken in?  Would he hit on
Marc?  Oh my, would I be jealous if he did?  How would I handle it?  What
about Marc?  Would he want to do stuff with other boys?  My mind raced on.

I began to get worked up and decided that I should try to think about
something else.  It didn't work and by 11:00 I was just too jumpy.  I
grabbed the paper and walked down to the club.  It was a beautiful day.  So
I got a cup of decaf and sat on the snack bar deck overlooking the floats.
The sailing class was down on one of the floats where all the sailing
dinghies were kept.  I read the paper, glancing every so often to see what
the class was doing.  Linda looked like she was explaining the various
parts of the boats.

Just then the launch motored up and pulled into the launch dock which was
just beyond the dingy float.  It was the same launch boy.  He waved at
Linda and she just turned her back.  I guess she had him pegged too.  Then
he just sat there in the launch and I could see him watching the kids.  Was
this guy a predator?  If he was, I would have to be very careful how I
handled things.

Every once in a while he would run his hand over the front of his shorts.
It was too far to be sure but he seemed to do it only when Marc or the boy
that Marc had been talking with earlier, looked in his direction.  He never
did it when Linda was looking.

The time dragged.  My coffee got cold and the paper went pretty much
unread.  I watched Marc and he seemed to be getting along just fine.  A
couple of times Linda asked him to help her with something.  He never
reacted to the launch boy's actions but the other boy seemed to sneak peaks
at the launch boy as if he were curious.

At last it was 11:30 and the class looked like it was breaking up.  Linda
seemed to have made Marc class assistant or something because he was
helping her bring the younger kids up the pier.  His young friend and a
couple of the other boys, who looked to be 10 or 11, went over to the
launch float and started talking with the launch boy.  If I didn't know
what I knew about him, they'd just look like a bunch of younger boys
looking up to an older boy.  I'm sure that's just what they were doing too
but I suspected that he had other things on his mind.

As much as I wanted to, going over to meet Marc would probably have looked
over protective so I just sat and finished my now quite cold decaf.  He
finished escorting the little kids up and spoke to Linda briefly.  Then he
walked up the steps to where I was eagerly waiting to hear how it went.

"Well, my boy.  Ready to challenge for the America's Cup?"

He smiled good naturedly.  "It was great and Linda says I picked everything
up very fast.  She thinks I was a sailor in another life or something."

"Hey.  That's great.  I had a feeling you'd take to it.  Looks like you
sort of became a class assistant too."

"Oh.  Yeah.  She says I'm good with the little ones.  That's what she calls
the younger kids; the little ones.  I don't think they like that though."

"Did you make a friend too?"

"Yup.  His name is Jeffrey.  He says his father is making him take sailing
to make a man out of him.  He does seem a bit out of place, very quiet
too."

"I see him over on the launch float talking with the launch boy."

He turned around and looked down to the end of the pier.  "Oh, that guy.
Linda doesn't like him.  She says to steer clear of him, that he's trouble.
I think I agree."

Of course I was curious what made him say that but I decided to wait and
see where he went with it.  He didn't go anywhere with it.  His mind was
already on to more important things.  "What's for lunch?"

I laughed to myself.  "Oh.  Inside that door to the right you'll see the
counter.  Just ask the girl there for a menu."

"Okay."  He happily did as asked and returned with a menu and a coke.  "Can
I get you a drink John?"

"Yes, an iced tea thanks."

He went back in and returned again with a tall iced tea.  "Strange."  He
said kind of absently.

"What's that Marc?"

"I asked about paying and she said they don't take money."

"Oh."  I laughed.  "We're members and you can only charge.  She'll have a
chit to sign when we're done.  I'm havin' a BLT, they're great here.  How
'bout you?"

"I know they're full of junk but I love hot dogs with mustard.  Shall I
just tell her?"

"Yup."

He made a third trip inside.  When he came back he plopped down in a chair.
"All this back and forth has me pooped.  She said she'd bring our order
out."

I laughed and he smiled back.  "See that.  I'm learning more about you
every day.  You're happy, bright, self-assured, respectful and polite, make
friends easily, a quick learner, good with little kids, interested in other
people and a waiter to boot!"

He laughed and leaning close to me whispered.  "And, I have good taste in
briefs and an Uncle that tastes good."

I looked around quickly and must have been blushing near purple because he
cracked up laughing.  I glared at him and he laughed even harder.  So, I
blew him a raspberry and that only made it worse.  Finally, I gave in and
started to giggle.  That satisfied him.  Just then he spotted his new
friend walking up the pier with the launch boy.

He stood and leaning over the railing, waved and yelled.  "Jeffrey!  Hey
Jeffrey."

The boy waved back happily.  The two of them came to the bottom of the
steps and I heard the launch boy say, "I'll meet you there at 12:15."  Then
he left and Jeffrey came up the steps and over to us.

"Hi Marc."

"Hi Jeffrey.  This is my Godfather.  John, this is Jeffrey."

We both said, "Pleased to meet you," at the same time and then laughed as
we shook hands.  He was a very slight boy with very delicate features and
neatly dressed.  About 12 and small like Marc, about 4' 9", with soft brown
hair and brown eyes that had very long lashes.  In short, he was precious.

"Jeffrey, Marc and I are just about to have lunch.  Would you like to have
some too?"

"Yeah Jeffrey."  Marc added.  "How about a hot dog or a burger?"

The boy was hesitant.  I could tell that he wanted to join us very much but
he fidgeted and then explained.  "My Mom made my lunch.  It's in the locker
room.  But, I have something I have to do around 12:15.  Thanks anyway.
Maybe next time."  He made a hasty retreat after telling Marc that he'd see
him next class.

Our lunch came and we enjoyed it along with Marc filling me in more on the
class.  His learning ability was a teacher's dream.  He loved learning.
What was it that funny looking robot with the silly voice kept saying in
that sci-fi movie?  'In-put, in-put, more in-put.'  Well, it was something
like that.  Anyhow, like almost everything we did, our lunch was spiced
with giggles and happiness.

When we were done, I showed Marc how I always gathered together the dishes,
paper plates, napkins and whatever and took them inside, just to be
helpful.  I always felt that since I had to go in to sign the chit, why not
help.  I also had him memorize our member number so he could get something
when he wanted.

It must have been 12:30 or so when we went down the steps and started for
the corner of the building.  As we came around it, I spotted Jeffrey coming
out of the locker room at the far end.  His shirt was pulled out and open
and he was wiping his mouth with the back of his arm like a kid with a
runny nose.  He didn't see us and ran off across the street away from the
club.

Just as he crossed the street the launch boy came out.  He stood there,
hitched up his pants and zipper and then swaggered around the far corner
that led back to the docks.  Swagger was the actual word that came to mind
as I saw him walk away.  Anyhow, this all happened so fast that neither
Marc nor I had a chance to call out to Jeffrey.

As I said, Marc is a smart boy and sizes things up quickly but he is also
programmed to be 13 and not at all worldly ... if you catch my drift.
"Uncle John?  I don't like that launch boy.  I hope he didn't beat up
Jeffrey for something.  He looked like maybe he was crying or wiping a
bloody lip.  Linda says he picks on the little kids and to stay away from
him."

We walked along the side of the road toward home and I put my hand on
Marc's shoulder giving it an affectionate squeeze.  "You know, you told me
that before and I think I like this girl Linda.  You maybe made two friends
today."

"Yeah, maybe I did."  He sounded please with himself

"So, my fine feathered friend.  What would you like to do this afternoon?"

He grinned up at me.  "You are just full of those silly sayings aren't you.
I like 'em, they're fun.  Okay, this afternoon ... hmmm.  How about we
drive around town and you show me where other things are besides the mall.
You know, the school, the library, the movie theater, is there an arcade?
I'm real good at those things."

"Yeah, I just bet you're actually tuned into them."  He gave me a puzzled
look but didn't say anything.  "Then what?"

Now he looked at me a little more shyly.  "Weeeellll ... then we could
... you know ... if ya' wanted ..."  He let his thought trail off.

"Come on boy, we ain't got all day."  I teased knowing full well where he
was headed.

"Would you like to guess what color briefs I have on?"  With the thought
out he easily allowed his desire to show on his face.

"My, my.  You certainly are a horny little fella aren't you?"  I chuckled.

He chuckled back.  "Well, it's all your fault."

I was surprised.  "My fault?"

"Yup."  He declared.  "I'm a nearly 14 year old boy overflowing with
hormones and I come to live with this very handsome man who I love very
much and every time I get near him or even just look at him I pop a major
boner."

"Oh."  I purposely under stated.

He was indignant.  "Oh? ... Just oh!"  As I laughed at his reaction, he
gave me a jab in the ribs.

"You're cruel Uncle John.  Anybody ever tell you that?"

I put my arm around his shoulder.  "I only tease people I like my boy and I
love you so, you're in big trouble."  I could tell he was kidding but he
groaned and moaned.

Then he popped right back.  "Good thing I love attention.  Okay ... so,
what color?"

"What color is what?"  I teased again.

"Grrrr!  MY BRIEFS!"  The shout echoed off the Marshes house as we passed
it and he looked nervously at it and cringed, grinning sheepishly.

I couldn't help but laugh out loud and got a semi-serious glare. "What if I
guess wrong?"

Now he got saucy.  "Ooohhhh, I duuno.  I'll think of sooommmmeethiiigg."

We crossed the lawn and went into the house.  Ever since the launch ride
where I watched as the launch boy ogled Marc's cute butt, I had been
thinking of possible problems with that boy.  Now with this episode with
Jeffrey, I suspected that the launch boy was hitting on the younger kids.
If Marc was going to be over at the club on a regular basis I had to have a
talk with him and now was as good a time as any.

"Marc, before we go out I need to talk with you about something important
and a little bit complicated."

He had started up the stairs and came back down now looking kind of
concerned.  "I didn't do anything wrong did I Uncle John?"

"No sweetie, you didn't.  Come on in the living room okay?"

He blushed a little, I guess at being called sweetie.  "It sounds serious."

"Well, yes, it could be."

I sat on the end of sofa and turned towards the middle patting the cushion
for him to sit facing me.

"Uh oh."  He grimaced.

"It's okay Marc."  I tried to reassure him.

"No, it's just that my Dad used to do the same thing."

This choked me up because I knew it was put in Marc's programming by Eddie.
It was what I did with him years ago, when he had been picking on his
little sister.  Perhaps it was his way of telling me he remembers.

I composed myself.  "I guess parents like to be able to see their kids
faces when they get serious with them.  I hope it doesn't make you feel
sad."

"No.  It's okay."  He was quiet.  Like he was waiting for the other shoe to
drop.

"Okay.  I'm going to try to explain some things before I get to the
possible problems.  I'll try not to take too long or get too involved.  If
you have a question just let me know."

"Should I raise my hand?"  He teased.  "I don't mind listening Uncle John.
I think it's going to be interesting."

I laughed.  "You're a character Marc.  I like as well as love you.  Do you
understand that they can be and often are, different?"

"Yeah.  Actually, I think I do."  He looked pleased with himself.

Good.  Let me see ... okay.  First, I am your legal guardian.  Second, I am
an adult and you are a minor.  Third, we are both gay.  Fourth, we are in
love with each other.  That is, we not only love each other as Godfather
and Godson but we are also, in love.  As in romantically in love.  Fifth,
we are having consensual sex.  And finally, sixth, I am breaking the law by
committing statutory rape on at least two counts and you are a victim."

He looked at me in disbelief.  "Uncle John, I know those things.  Well, I
know that our having sex could get you in trouble.  But I also know that I
love you and I want to be with you in that way.  You are not forcing me to
do it.  If anything, I am rushing you.  The law is stupid and it sucks
Uncle John."

I let a small smile cross my face.  I was proud of him.  "I'm afraid that I
agree with you Marc but the line of the law has to be drawn somewhere and
those that do the drawing are not quite as enlightened and not at all as
affected as those who find their love restricted by it.  However, the law
is there to protect.  There are indeed many minors who are exploited or who
are not mature enough ... not as mature as you are Marc ... not mature
enough to make a decision that is best for them."

"What is the legal age Uncle John?"

"The legal age for consensual sex in this state is 14."

"Oh.  Well, we'll have to be real careful until I'm 14."

I sighed.  "I'm afraid it's not that simple.  If you were 14 years old and
living with your parents and we were in love and having sex then the law is
clear.  But, you aren't.  I am your legal guardian and that precludes the
14 year old bit because I am responsible for your welfare until you are 18.
As your legal guardian, if I, in the eyes of the law, endanger your welfare
... the welfare of a minor put into my charge or guardianship ... than I am
guilty of breaking the law."

He mumbled, "the law really really sucks" and a huge tear brimmed over and
out of his eye and down his cheek, quickly followed by more.  "Are you
telling me that we can't have sex anymore?  If you are it's okay.  It's
bullshit but I understand.  I love you and I don't want to lose you.  I
don't want you to go to jail."

Next: Chapter Eleven - The word human stuck in my throat