Date: Sun, 18 Oct 2009 22:43:42 EDT From: Bwstories8@aol.com Subject: Castaway Hotel: Grand Reopening - Book 2, chapters 39-40 Castaway Hotel -- Grand Reopening -- Book 2 by BW Copyright 2009 by billwstories Chapter 39 -- Difficult Decisions and Making Amends. **Author's Note:** Please read the disclaimer in Chapter 00 before you read this. It was the middle of the next week before I finally heard from my lawyer again. "Josh, I just received word of the Yamada's decision," he announced. Upon hearing that, a lump formed in my throat and my mouth became very dry, as I waited to discover what he was going to tell me. "Josh, it seems your trip to Japan caused the Yamadas to consider this situation very carefully," he continued, "and they realized it would be very difficult to keep up with such energetic boys." This comment brought me hope and the lump in my throat started to grow smaller. "They also saw how much the boys love you and how much they are loved in return," he added, "so they've decided they will not seek custody of the boys. However, they do request two concessions, before they sign off on their rights." I began to worry again. What might they want? I didn't have long to wait to discover the answer to this, though. "First, they want you to agree to visit them occasionally, possibly once a year," my attorney informed me, "so they won't lose touch with the boys." I breathed a minor sigh of relief. "That wouldn't be a problem," I announced. "I can take the boys over each year, during spring break, but in the future I'll take all of the boys. I just hope they can live with that." "I don't think that will be a problem," he agreed. "Second, they merely ask that you allow them to come here to visit the boys from time to time, so they can see how they're doing at home." At last I could breathe freely again. "Absolutely," I agreed. "Just let them know I request an advance notification of the dates they plan to visit, so I can make sure it doesn't interfere with any plans we might have." "I think they'll be amenable with that," he suggested. "Then everything is set and as soon as I get the paperwork signifying they are signing off on their custodial rights, we can finalize the boys' adoption." I thanked him several times, relieved this was finally behind us, and then went off to tell the boys the good news. Sammy and Andrew were so thrilled upon hearing this that they went running around the house, jumping, screaming and reveling with their brothers. It was nice to see them so happy. The boys decided to celebrate this turnaround by spending the night with all of their brothers, camped out in the family room. There was no way I was going to object to their plan and was happy to leave them alone, but the boys announced they wanted me to join in too. I agreed, so we all retrieved our sleeping bags, arranged them on the floor and spent the evening in one big love-fest. The following week, it was time to addressed Carlos' situation. Sally had informed me that when she made her contacts in Philadelphia, they immediately went out and investigated Carlos' mother and Roberto. During the background check, the police discovered Roberto was wanted on a couple of different warrants in California, hence his quick decision to move, so he was arrested and extradited. Thus, he was no longer a problem or a threat to Carlos' safety. It was also suggested that Carlos should file abuse charges against Roberto, in case he ever tried to return to Pennsylvania, as this would allow them to take out a restraining order against him. After discussing this with him, Carlos readily agreed. However, that wasn't the only thing we were able to do to help him. Steve and Sally also called in some favors from a few of their influential friends, and these contacts were able to help Ms. Garcia get her green card from the I.N.S. I referred to her as Ms. Garcia for a reason. From what Carlos had told us and from what we learned from his mother, it was difficult to determine if she had ever really been married to Carlos' father or whether Garcia was her maiden name. She wouldn't give us any specifics, so we didn't press the issue further. When the weekend arrived, Sally, Carlos and I traveled to Philadelphia, so we could discuss his future with his mother. After speaking with her for a couple of hours, we all agreed about what would be best for Carlos. Seeing this would affect him the most, we also included him in our discussions about what we might do. Since everyone agreed with Sally's and my final proposal, we went to work setting it up. We started off by helping his mother find a decent apartment. After going through the classified section of the paper, we drove them around until we found a place they both liked. I paid the security deposit and the first six months rent for her in advance, to give her time to get on her feet. Sally also gave her the name of one of her contacts that would help Ms. Garcia find a better paying job. I then took her to the local grocery store, spoke to the store manager and set up a prepaid account for her groceries. Before I left, I gave him a $500.00 check to start it and strict instructions that cigarettes and beer were not to be a part of any of the purchases. I also gave him my contact information, in case he needed to get in touch about problems or possibly needing more money to cover her bill. Once that had been accomplished, we explained that once she was settled and her life was stable again, we would bring Carlos back to live with her. Carlos and his mother hugged, cried and thanked Sally and me for what we had done for them. It was gratifying to know that these two would be able to stay together, have a decent place to live and be free of Roberto. When we got home, we explained the situation to the boys, and they all told Carlos they would miss him when he had to leave. Although it would probably be a few weeks before that happened, everyone wished him well and told him they were glad things worked out for him, so he could stay with his mother. In turn, Carlos thanked them for their good wishes and explained he would miss living with them, since he liked them all a lot. After that, he turned to me. "Pop, sir," he began, as I still hadn't been able to break him of his fetish for calling me sir, "you are a very good man and I will miss living with you in this house, but I am very happy that you made it so I will be able to stay with my mother. Thank you for all that you have done for us and thank you for saving me from Roberto." "Carlos, you are very welcome and I want you to keep in touch," I told him, before giving him a hug. Once we broke that embrace, I continued. "We would like it if you could come and visit us once in a while and I'll be keeping tabs on you and your mother, to make sure you are all right. If you ever need our help, just let us know. We'll always be here for you." Carlos didn't respond verbally, but gave me another hug in return. Kevin told me later that Carlos was crying at that point and was probably too choked up to speak. I was just glad to help and give him a chance for a decent future. Things were also progressing quickly on the adoption plans, now that we had cleared that final hurdle with Sammy and Andrew's grandparents. The adoption proceeding was scheduled to take place on May 10th. This caused a great deal of excitement around the house and all the boys wanted to attend. Those who had already been adopted wanted to be there so they could welcome their new brothers into the family, officially. Although they would have been there anyway, I thought that was a nice gesture on their part. The night before the ceremony, Pat went into Dion's room, so he could talk to Trey and him. He shut the door behind him as he entered. "Since tomorrow we are going to become real brothers, I was hoping you guys would let me spend the night in here with you, so we could get to know each other better." Dion and Trey looked at each other before they answered, passing a silent communication between them. "We'd like that too," Dion told him. "I think brothers should know each other better." "Yes," Trey added, "we would like that. We just thought you felt we were too young to hang around with or something." "No, I can just be a little stupid at times," Pat informed them, hoping that answer would suffice. "You're both sure you don't mind then?" "Absolutely," Trey reassured him, after getting a nod from Dion. "Come on in and make yourself comfortable," Dion added. "After all, it was your room first." They all laughed at that comment and sat together on the bed, so they could talk for a while. After they had a chance to get to know each other better, Pat made his move. "Are you guys up for something a little more physical?" Pat asked them. "Why? Do you want to fight?" Dion asked, jokingly. "No," Pat responded, punching him in the arm. "I was hoping it would be more fun than that." "We were too," Trey told him, getting his drift. He had a huge smile on his face now that he understood what this might mean. "Just exactly what did you have in mind?" Trey added, to clarify Pat's position. "I'm not sure what kind of things you two have done with each other," Pat admitted, "so you'll have to tell me what choices I have." "We've just jerked and sucked each other off," Trey responded. "We can do that unless Dion wants to try something new." "Like what?" Dion inquired. "I was thinking about doing it in each other's butt," Trey told him, "but I don't think you're ready for that. How about we just suck each other off? Is that okay with both of you?" "Yeah, sure," Pat responded. "Okay," Dion added, "but promise me you'll let me try the other stuff some time as well. I'd really like to see what that's like too." "Sure," Pat answered without hesitation. "You just let us know when you think you're ready." "Great," Dion countered. "Now, what am I supposed to do?" The boys had Dion lie back on the bed and they positioned themselves in a triangular formation beside him. Pat moved to Dion's waist while Trey positioned himself over Pat's rod and offered his own to Dion. All three knew what to do next, so they didn't waste any time and got busy. Pat began to rub and stroke Dion's crotch to help get him aroused. He was amazed as he watched the boy's sausage stiffen. "Damn, little bro. I didn't know it got that big when it was hard," Pat told him. "You scared of it?" Dion asked. "Heck, no. Just surprised," Pat replied. Not wishing to waste any more time talking, Pat moved his lips and tongue closer, so he could lick and kiss that impressive piece of meat. His tongue went wild, licking Dion's nut sac and rigid rod, before his oral muscle began worked its way up and down, in and out, and swirled around every inch of Dion's boyhood. Not only did Dion enjoy this attention, but Trey benefited from it as well. Every time Pat pleased Dion, Dion would moan, sending some awesome, and unexpected, sensations through Trey's dick, as he sucked on it. Dion continued to react favorably to Pat's tongue, which had a coarser texture than Trey's, almost like a cat's sandpaper tongue, but not quite as rough. After bathing his genitals with that, Pat slid his mouth over and down the length of Dion's slender pole and started to nod up and down two-thirds of its length. Because of his limited experience with sex, Dion still had a hair-trigger; so it didn't take him long to reach his boiling point. Sooner than Pat wanted, the pressure from his bubbling juices built up in Dion's scrotum, sending his boy seed speeding up his cock, past his pressure valve and spurting into Pat's throat. Pat swallowed eagerly at the offering and didn't stop until he had it all. Having finished with Dion, it gave Pat a chance to lean back and enjoy what Trey was doing to him. Trey had started working on Pat the minute his groin was presented to him. Pat's cut cock was shorter, but thicker than the other two. Trey and Pat had never been together sexually before, so this was a new experience for him, too. He manipulated Pat's boyhood with his hand and his tongue, so it didn't take long before Pat's little soldier was standing at attention and awaiting orders. The circumference of Pat's tool served as a challenge to Trey, but he attacked it slowly and began by licking it thoroughly, until it was coated with his own saliva. Next, he forced his jaw open, as wide as it would stretch, so he could slide his lips down the moist sides, doing his best to keep his teeth from scraping the surface. Trey's mouth felt full and his jaw felt like it might dislocate, due to Pat's impressive girth. He just held still for a few seconds, hoping his jaw muscles wouldn't cramp and cause him to clamp down on Pat's pride and joy. That would certainly be both rude and painful, but mostly for Pat. Slowly, Trey began moving his head up and down, sucking as strongly as he could while he did so. He wanted to use his tongue as well, but there was just no room for it to move, so it lay trapped at the bottom of his mouth. He realized the tightness of his mouth alone would be enough to bring Pat off, but he wanted to make this good for Pat, as he had gone out of his way to arrange for this opportunity. Trey was using one of his hands to massage Pat's scrotum, while the other one found its way to Pat's crack. Almost imperceptibly, he slipped a finger into Pat's chute and began sliding it in and out, to go along with his other manipulations. This triple stimulus was playing havoc with Pat's nerve endings and this caused him to buck wildly on the bed. Pat was just getting into the wild tingling feelings coursing through his body, when Dion unloaded, so he swallowed it all quickly, so he could lay back and enjoy his own experience in Trey's hot mouth. Soon, Pat's balls were aching, a knot began to form in the pit of his stomach and the tip of his cock was throbbing in sheer delight. He moved his hand to Trey's head and stroked his hair, a silent thank you for his wonderful labor. After only another couple more minutes of this delight, Pat felt his orgasm nearing. Although he tried to hold it off as long as he could, he couldn't continue to delay it forever. When it got to the point where he felt as if his whole body was going to implode, he arched his back and released his wad into Trey's waiting orifice. It was hot, thick and creamy, and erupted with such force that the first two spurts flew directly down Trey's throat, almost before he realized it. Trey held on and drained Pat's dick, until his nuts went dry and started to shrivel. Now, he released that jawbreaker from his oral cavity and let it fall onto Pat's abdomen. Trey had also been receiving his own enjoyment, although his source of please was coming from Dion's hot mouth. Dion had attacked Trey's boner like a playful puppy, nibbling, chewing and licking to his delight. This was still a new game to Dion, so he went forward with all the exuberance of youth. By the time he had nibbled and played with Trey's foreskin, chewed on his spongy helmet and licked every piece of skin in sight, he wrapped his lips around the excited pole and began to move his head up and down, as quickly as the rubber ball, held by the elastic string, which was being hit by the paddle. Pat's efforts on his own pecker were also causing Dion to moan, and his moans were reverberating up Trey's shaft and causing his whole body to tingle. Trey hadn't felt anything like that before, so it was difficult for him to concentrate on what he was doing for Pat. Dion's hot mouth and tongue were rapidly bringing Trey to the brink and he tried valiantly to fight back his impending climax. He might have staved it off for another minute or so, but eventually there was nothing more he could do to stop it from surfacing, not that he wanted to any longer. Giving in to his sensory overload, his body stiffened and he released his creamy custard. Dion drank it greedily, like an alcoholic with a beer, and he sucked so hard on this meaty straw that there was no chance anything could resist the pressure of his vacuuming grip. Reluctantly, Dion released Trey's plaything from his mouth and rolled back onto the bed, to rest with the other two. They lay there like that for a few minutes, enjoying the lingering glow from their orgasms and collecting their reserve strength. Once they had recovered, they began to talk and tried to get to know each other better. Eventually, Pat turned to Dion and spoke to him. "Dion, I need to apologize to you," he admitted. "For what?" Dion wanted to know. "For something I did, but you probably don't even know it happened," Pat announced, drawing a curious glare from the other two. "That first night you came here, I blew up at Dad and said some things that weren't very nice about you. I kind of agreed with some of my friends about certain things and you just happened to move in here during that same time. Eventually, Dad made me realize I was wrong and I even ended up fighting with some of my friends later, to set them straight. Some of them still wouldn't listen, so we're no longer friends. I'm ashamed to admit that I was reacting to your being here because you were black. I really feel bad about my actions now and I wanted to do this tonight, to prove to you that I no longer feel that way. I still need for you to forgive me, though." "There's nothing to forgive, Pat," Dion informed him. "I already heard all about your fight." "How? From who?" Pat asked, looked concerned and even more ashamed. "Some of the boys from the high school were talking about it," Dion told him. "They happened to be brothers of a couple of my friends from school, so my friends told me all about what happened." "But you didn't say anything. How come?" Pat asked, deeply concerned and beginning to feel even worse that he hadn't broached this topic sooner. "I wasn't going to say anything, unless you did," Dion explained. "You made me real proud that you stuck up for me like that. No one has ever done that before. I just wanted to be friends and brothers, even without you knowing that I knew about what happened. I didn't want you to think that's why I wanted to be close to you." "But I was being a racist!" Pat exclaimed, unable to believe Dion had said he was proud of him. "But you're not any more," Dion responded. "I also have a confession to make. I didn't want to come here to live, either, because I was uneasy about living with a bunch of white people. I love Aunt Sally, but she was the only white person I was ever close to. Really, there was only my Gram and me, besides the few kids I knew at my old school. I was kind of scared at first, but now I'm glad it happened. I love Dad and I love all of you, but I wasn't any different from you about my feelings. I guess we both had some learning and growing up to do." After hearing this, Pat began to relax and soon the two boys were hugging each other and signifying there were no hard feelings, then they included Trey in one last group hug. It was a very special moment for them all. After a few more minutes of this catharsis, Pat made another suggestion. "How about we do each other again, but this time we'll go in the other direction?" "Sounds great to me," Dion answered, enthusiastically. "Yeah, the last one was good, but I wouldn't mind another," was Trey's response. "Great, then let's get going," Pat added, completing their unanimous decision. The boys repositioned themselves on the bed and went back at it. This time Dion got to return the favor to Pat. He stroked Pat's sausage until it came back to life, and once it reached its maximum growth, Dion made a comment. "Damn, how thick is this thing?" he asked, first looking at Pat and then at Trey. "Trey, how did you get it into your mouth?" "It stretched my jaw to the limit, but I did it," Trey told him. "Just remember to open wide and keep your teeth back." "Okay, I'll do my best, but I hope Pat won't get mad at me if I can't swallow the whole thing." "No problem, Dion," Pat assured him. "Take what you can into your mouth and use your hand on the rest. That'll be fine with me." "Thanks, bro. I'm glad you understand," Dion announced, greatly relieved. Even though Dion had forewarned Pat he might not be able to take it all, he was more determined now, than before, to use his mouth to give Pat pleasure. He started by sucking on Pat's plentiful balls and then ran his tongue up and around Pat's stump. After he had orally pleased Pat in this manner, Dion stretched his mouth wide and aimed it around Pat's cock head. It was difficult, but Dion took it into his mouth and started to force himself further down the shaft. He was able to get about 3-4 inches inside, before he quit advancing farther, as he slowly began to move up and down on Pat's marble column. Pat realized how difficult this was for Dion, so it impressed him that Dion was willing to go so far just to please him. It meant a great deal to Pat to know that Dion didn't take the easy way out, as was offered to him, but insisted on doing what he could, no matter how difficult it might be. The snug fit also helped to stimulate Pat to a quicker release, since it was also aided by the muscular contractions of Dion's throat, brought on by his constant swallowing. Within minutes Pat was coating Dion's tonsils with his hot spunk and Dion was trying to get it all down without choking. He succeeded on this mission, but neither boy could relax, as there was a third party involved in this little encounter. Although he did stop working on Trey briefly while he was ejaculating, Pat quickly resumed his attention to Trey's erection. He had enjoyed playing with Trey's foreskin when he started, as it was the first uncircumcised cock he had seen this close, so he hadn't been working on Trey orally for all that long. After his initial fascination was sated, Pat skinned the head and attacked the sensitive glans. Trey reacted visibly to Pat's rough tongue, as had Dion, and that sandpaper-like texture around his helmet nearly sent poor Trey through the ceiling, as the stimulation was nearly too much for him to deal with. He regained a modicum of control, as Pat slid down his penis' shaft, and now he could feel Pat's lips and the suction from Pat's mouth. As Pat rocked up and down on Trey's trouser trout, Trey was conscious of the signals indicating his impending release. He could feel his climax building, like an old steam boiler on which the pressure valve was malfunctioning, and knew he would soon explode, splattering his juices all over. It only took a few more nods of Pat's head before Trey did just that, and his semen shot out in several rope-like volleys. Pat swallowed his thick, creamy reward eagerly and soon had drained every last drop from Trey's nuts. Letting Trey's dong drop from his lips, Pat let his head come to rest on Trey's tummy. Over on the other side of the bed, Dion was enjoying Trey's oral expertise. Trey's prior experience with Dion's lengthy bone let him provide just the right amount of stimulation to guide Dion through a long, drawn-out experience. Trey used every part of his mouth to tease Dion to the edge, before giving Dion's testicles a little squeeze, in order to bring him back down. This little roller-coaster ride had Dion squirming and then thrusting his hips forcefully at Trey, as he attempted to urge his partner to give him his needed relief. Trey callously ignored these non-verbal requests for as long as he could, realizing that Dion was just enduring a novice's impatience, before he finally gave in to Dion's demands. Trey increased his vacuum-like suction and doubled his pace, in an effort to provide Dion the relief he sought. When Dion finally erupted, he produced much more cum than Trey had ever received from him on their previous encounters. For a minute, Trey began to wonder if his balls would ever stop producing the slightly watery mixture, but eventually even this came to an end. When Dion collapsed onto the bed after this mind-blowing release, the other two young men were already lying on the mattress, still panting and enjoying the lingering memories of their own experiences. Once the boys recovered completely, they decided they would all sleep together that evening too. They put Pat in the middle of the cookie, to show him their appreciation for suggesting this excellent encounter, and they cuddled and spooned together until morning. When the time finally came to awaken, the boys wished each other good morning, before exchanging another round of thanks for a wonderful time, the night before. Castaway Hotel -- Grand Reopening -- Book 2 by BW Copyright 2009 by billwstories Chapter 40 -- May This Love Always Remain. The next event to happen was my trip to Philadelphia with Carlos, so I could return him to his mother, after she let us know she had secured a stable and better paying position, Sally checked with her friend there and verified this information. Now that we were sure everything was in order, it was my pleasure to reunite them. Carlos was both nervous and excited as we drove there, as he wondered how much different his life was going to be. However, once he saw his mother and discovered how different she looked and how well she had kept up their new apartment, he was excited about being back. I couldn't have been happier for them. Ms. Garcia immediately took Carlos and showed him his room, which she had fixed up with all the things he liked. He really appreciated what she'd done and immediately went in to check everything out. While he was doing that, Ms. Garcia thanked me again. "Gracias, Senior Currie," she told me, in her thick accent. "You have done so much more for my Carlos and me than I could have prayed for. You have changed both of our lives. Gracias, mucho gracias," she repeated. She not only expressed her gratitude in words, but she also kissed me on both of my cheeks, to thank me again, just as Carlos came back out to join us. He smiled when he saw what she was doing. "Don't get any ideas, Junior," I warned him, when I saw his mischievous grin. "Your mother's only thanking me for what I've done for you." He didn't say anything in response, merely winked at me, and I hoped he wasn't getting the wrong impression about her show of thankfulness. I stayed and chatted with them, before taking them to the grocery store for one final shopping trip on me. Although Ms. Garcia protested that it wasn't necessary, I convince her it was something I wanted to do for them. Besides, I wanted to make sure I didn't owe the grocery store anything from her previous visits and then let them know she was on her own, from this point forward. I did tell the owner to call me, if it looked as if they were having problems getting enough to eat, and he assured me he would. Once I took them back home, I said my good-byes and gave them my phone number, in case they should need anything. "Carlos, I wanted you to keep in touch with the boys and with me," I informed him. "You can call any time you'd like and maybe you will be able to come and stay with us from time to time, maybe even join us for a vacation, of one sort or another." "I would really like that, Mr. Currie, sir," he replied, "but you have already done so much and spent so much money on us that I feel guilty having you do more." "Nonsense," I emphasized, "and when are you going to stop calling me sir?" I teased. "We'd be happy to have you, if your mother will allow it, since you and your mother are a part of our extended family now. I might not be your dad, but I think I might be able to be your Uncle Josh." He immediately beamed, told his mother, in Spanish, what I had just said, and then they both thanked me again. Before I left, I hugged him, kissed him on the forehead, letting him know he would be treated no differently than my other boys. I think he got this point immediately and hugged me even tighter. It was tough leaving him behind. Once I returned from that little trip, our main focus was the upcoming adoption ceremony. At that time, I would be adopting all of the boys who had joined us since our last adoption ceremony. This meant Pat, Trey, Dion, Sammy and Andrew would soon officially become my sons. I was somewhat disappoint that Steve Shay wasn't going to be able to preside over the process this time, since he was now also a very dear friend and valued member of our extended family. Instead, a judge from a neighboring jurisdiction would be doing the honors, although Steve assured me it was just a formality and there wouldn't be any problems. When the big day finally arrived, I had all of the boys dress in their suits, including the ones I'd already adopted, and we drove to the courthouse. My five soon-to-be sons were a bundle of nerves and the others were doing their best to try to calm them down and offer their support. We went into the courtroom and took our seats in the gallery and waited. Before our case was called, each of the boys and I were called in to have a private chat with this new judge, which for me was more intimidating then my previous turn at doing this. This Judge was older than either Steve or myself, but seemed just as friendly. After talking to all of us, we waited again, this time for our case to be announced. When our names were finally called, I led the boys through the swinging gate toward the front of the courtroom, and we stood with my lawyer behind one of the tables. Judge Rhinehart began his remarks. "We are here to decide if one Joshua M. Currie should be allowed to adopt five young men who are currently in his custody. Although my colleague, Judge Shay, had informed me about performing a similar case approximately a year ago and telling me how well these young men were doing, I was not convinced this was the right thing to do. I believed this was far too many young men for one person to deal with." I think all of us held our breath at that point, wondering if he was going to stop this from going through. I think Andrew was about ready to burst into tears, as he tugged at my sleeve and indicated he wanted me to pick him up. Against my better judgment, I bent over and lifted him up, right in the middle of the judge's comments. I was actually expecting to be chewed out for this, even though it wouldn't stop me from comforting my son, but when I looked up, I saw the judge give me a sly grin. Confused, I went back to listening to his remarks. "After talking to each of the parties involved, as well as the boys whom Mr. Currie has already adopted, I can find no reason why this process shouldn't go forward. He has already proven he is quite capable of taking control and caring for such a large group and the boys have proven to me, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that they wish to have nothing more than to officially become his sons and one rather large family." After hearing this, I think we all started breathing again, knowing our dreams were soon to become a reality. "Therefore, I am pleased to announce, that from this day forward, these five young men will be known as Mr. Currie's sons. If they will please come forward to receive official copies of their adoption papers and new birth certificates, indicating their new names, as I call them forward. "Master Patrick Alan Currie, age 14; Master Alexander Michael Currie, also age 14; Master Dion Jamal Currie, age 12; Master Samuel Tsukimo Currie, age 11, and I do hope I pronounced your middle name correctly," he added, to Sammy's nod of approval, "and Master Andrew Furuhata Currie, age 9." As the judge began to make a similar comment about Andrew's middle name, Andrew was already nodding, so the judge stopped, before he even started. After each of the boys received their papers, they returned to stand next to me, proudly showing me what they held. They were beaming, and after giving me a glimpse of what they had received, they eagerly began holding it up so anyone who wanted would be able to look at their legal documents. Suddenly their attention was drawn back to the front of the room, as Judge Rhinehart concluded his remarks. "Before we conclude this proceeding, I wish to allow an old friend a chance to add his own comments." As everyone else began to scan the room to see who that might be, I turned immediately toward Steve and saw him rise and move forward. Once he was near us, he began to speak. "I marvel each time I think about this home and these people," he began, "and I can only say that I feel blessed to be even a small part of this unbelievable group. Theirs is a story and a home filled with warmth, love and numerous generous hearts. I hope each of you in this courtroom will join me in welcoming the newest members of the Currie family into our community." After saying that, Steve began to applaud and soon everyone in the courtroom, outside of our family, joined with him. Needless to say, there were a lot of moist eyes in that group, most of them belonging to Curries. After we left the building, Steve and Sally joined us for lunch and we went back to the same restaurant where we had celebrated our first adoption ceremony. The manager recognized us immediately and came over to our table, as soon as it was prepared and we were seated. "It looks as if your family has grown since your last visit. Is this more new members, or do some of these boys belong to these other adults?" he asked politely. "No, we have grown," Ricky answered for me. "A few minutes ago, we added five new brothers." "You adopted more boys?" the startled manager asked. "Yes, sir," Steve responded. "This fantastic family nearly doubled today and I'm proud to have been there to witness it and be a part of their lives." "And I'll second that sentiment," Sally added. "In my line of work, I seldom have the opportunity to enjoy cases and their outcomes more than I have with this family. Here's to a wonderful group of individuals and some really fantastic people." With that, she grabbed her water glass and lifted it, as if giving a toast. Lowering her glass, she continued. "I also waited for this moment to present you with something else, although, unfortunately, it's not from me personally." Sally handed me an envelope with my name on it. I opened it and inside was a check in the amount of $153,325.00 from the State of Pennsylvania. "What is this for?" I wondered aloud. "An audit was conducted on my department over the past couple of months and your case was examined, because of the number of boys you had been assigned," she informed me. "In going over your files, the auditors determined that you were not credited properly for clothing allotments, medical reimbursements, housing expenses and travel costs for the boys. It was because you would only let me give you the minimum monthly reimbursement as a foster parent, but the auditors insisted you be given the same payments as every other foster home. They calculated the expenses and then cut the check before they finished. I held onto it until this moment, so I could present it to you at such a joyous time." "Well, thank you, and I'll just add this to the money I've set aside for the boys' future. I'm sure we all appreciate it." The boys agreed and thanked Aunt Sally themselves. "By the way," I added, "lunch is on me." That comment evoked a little chuckle from the adults and even a few from the older boys, who caught on to my little joke. We ate our meal and had a great time. When the waiter asked us if we wanted anything else, we told him 'no' and I asked for the check. Without warning, a cart with assorted desserts was brought out and we were informed that these were on the house. Those who still had room, or could force a dessert down, took one and we thanked the manager for his generosity. He again announced our presence and why we were celebrating, but people were accustomed to us by now and merely gave us a polite response. I paid the tab, left a generous tip and made ready to return home. I had let the boys take the whole day off from school, so we could enjoy this time to the max. We said our good-byes to Sally and Steve and loaded into the van. Once home, the boys changed and then we sat and talked for a while. One of the first things I did was to ask Trey a question. "Seeing you are no longer Alexander Michael Daniels, THE THIRD, do we still call you Trey or shall we call you something else?" Trey lit up with my comment and question, but then he took some time to think about his answer. I don't think it had dawned on him about that aspect of his name change. "No, Pop. I still want you to call me Trey." "Fair enough. As you wish, so will it be done," I informed him, trying to sound dramatic by doing so, but I think my attempt failed miserably. All day long I got hugs and kisses from the newest adoptees, and they in turn got the same treatment from their brothers and me. It was a very spiritual experience. Although I suspected there would be many more important events in our lives, during the years to come, this was definitely one of our 'moments to remember'. THE END OF BOOK 2 E-mail responses to the stories, story suggestions, or other 'constructive' comments or advice may be sent to: bwstories8@aol.com - but please put the story title in the subject line, so it doesn't get deleted as junk mail. I truly hope you enjoyed this story. If you'd like to read other stories I have written, you may find them on my website at www.gayauthors.org/bwsryc