Date: Fri, 17 Sep 2004 14:48:46 EDT
From: Bwstories8@aol.com
Subject: The Castaway Hotel-book 8, chapter 11

Legal Notice:
The following story contains descriptions of graphic sexual acts.
The story is a work of fiction and has no basis in reality.

Don't read this story if:
**You're not 18 or over,
**If it is illegal to read this type of material where you live,
**Or if you don't want to read about gay/bi people in love or having sex.

The author retains copyright to this story.  Placing this story on a
website or reproducing this story for distribution without the author's
permission is a violation of that copyright.  Legal action will be taken
against violators.

I wish to extend my thank you to Emoe57 for his editorial assistance with
this chapter, and Art, the real Vinnie and John for their additional input
on each chapter.

E-mail responses to the stories, story suggestions, or other 'constructive'
comments or advice may be sent to: bwstories8@aol.com.

                  *    *     *     *     *     *     *     *

Although the boys in these stories have unprotected sex, I strongly urge
all of you out there to be smart and protect yourselves from various
sexually transmitted diseases by using condoms when having intercourse.

                  *    *     *     *     *     *     *     *

The Castaway Hotel-Book 8-by BW (Young-Friends).  Copyright 2004 by billwstories
Chapter 11 - Spring break.                        March 2004

Seeing this was the week leading up to Easter, we decided to go as a family
to see 'The Passion of the Christ.'  Even though we had heard a lot of pros
and cons about this particular movie, we decided we wanted to go see it and
judge for ourselves.  Before doing so, however, I made sure to explain to
everyone that I had heard the film contained a great deal of graphic
violence, blood and gore.

My biggest concern was for the younger boys, Andrew, Sammy, Dion and
Graham.  I didn't want to tell any of them they couldn't go, but I
understood the vivid portrayal of the torture and crucifixion, as well as
the amount of blood involved, had been difficult for even some adults to
deal with.  However, after going over all of those concerns in detail, they
still wanted to see it, so I finally decided to trust their judgment and
let them go too.

It had been a long time since I had seen a movie with subtitles, and I'm
not sure some of the boys ever had, but I think it added to the realism of
what was happening.  It was almost like standing in the background and
watching the events unfold in person, especially since the dialogue was in
Aramaic and Latin, which would have been spoken at that time.

I will give you my observations about the movie itself, but I will also
tell you it's probably best to draw your own conclusions, if you should see
it too.  First of all, concerning the big hoopla about it being
anti-Semitic.  I didn't feel the movie singled the Jews out as a race, but
merely showed that there are good and bad in all groups, whether it's a
nationality, a race or a religion.  It also showed there are also certain
people who have their own agenda when it comes to specific issues and they
do things to protect their own position and self-interests, such as
Caiaphas, the Jewish High Priest.  However, I did not see that as a rap
against all Jews.

On the contrary, if anything offended me, it was the seeming barbarity and
callousness of the Roman soldiers and how they appeared to enjoy inflicting
pain.  As far as the violence and bloodletting, I think that was way over
the top and could have been toned down and still have been effective.
First of all, just seeing all the blood that flowed so freely all over the
place, I don't think Jesus would have had any left in his body after the
flogging, if that had really happened.  Second, with the severity of the
beating Jesus had to endure, because you could see chunks of flesh ripped
from his body by the barbed whips that were being used, I can't believe he
could have even stood afterward, let alone carried a heavy cross.  I think
Gibson could have done that a little more realistically and not lost any of
the impact of the pain, suffering and humiliation Jesus had to endure
before being crucified.

On another level, I was disappointed that Gibson also stuck to some of the
historical inaccuracies that seem to have followed the story of the
crucifixion since it happened.  The first problem was he made Pontius
Pilate look like a weak administrator who couldn't make his own decisions.
Although the bible did infer that in one of the gospels (Matthew), history
has shown Pilate was a very aggressive and often very cruel governor who
was very capable of using violence, and even death, to his benefit.  The
second thing I found disappointing was the fact that Gibson had Jesus drag
the whole cross to Golgotha, which most likely didn't happen.  The most
common practice at that time was to strap the cross beam to the person who
was to be crucified, as was done with the two thieves.  The other problem I
had was when the Romans drove the spikes through the palms of Jesus' hands.
I think it's been proven that this practice would not have supported the
weight of the body and the spike would most likely have torn through the
tissues of the palm, causing the upper half of the body to fall off of the
cross.  Instead, most people who have studied Roman practices would agree
that the spike would most likely have been driven through the wrists, which
could have held the body in place.

Another thing that bothered me was when the Roman soldier stabbed Jesus in
the side with his spear.  Although it does mention in the gospels that
Jesus' side was pierced with a spear, it also lets us know this was done to
assure he was already dead.  Therefore, the blood would not have spurted
from the body, as shown in the film, because there would have been no force
from the heart pumping it.  Instead, it would have flowed down his side,
using only the force of gravity to drain it from the body.

The final problem I had with the film was it made it appear as if the
crucifixion was the most important aspect of Jesus' death, where in reality
it was the resurrection that gave the promise of salvation.  I felt this
point was way underplayed and, therefore, one of the most important aspects
of Jesus' life on earth was seemingly belittled and overlooked.  Although
his death was important, the resurrection was crucial, and I was saddened
that it had so little to do with the movie, overall.

Although I still enjoyed the film and I thought it made the final days of
Jesus life more vivid, I think it could have made a greater impact if the
violence hadn't been so overdone and it had been more historically
accurate.  I think it was a good vehicle to show how much the Son of God
had to endure to cleanse the sins of man, and I think the film might even
help to create a revival in religious beliefs, but I still feel the impact
could have been even greater.  I observed others who were watching the
movie at the same time we were and I saw some of them react violently to
all the bloody scenes.  Although I think some of the brutality was
essential, as I said earlier, I think a good share of it was unnecessary.

All the boys made it through the entire movie, even though I think some of
them may have closed their eyes or looked down during certain parts of the
film.  I believe some of them looked away during the scourging or when the
crow plucked out the eyes of the one criminal, but we all agreed that Jesus
had suffered greatly before he died.  I was glad we had seen it, but I
think I would be extremely hesitant to allow or encourage pre-teens view
that movie.

The next couple of days went smoothly, but on Good Friday, Andrew came up
to me, to ask a favor.  "Dad, I just talked to Barry online and he really
wants to come stay here with us this summer.  Would that be okay?"

"Well, I had planned on asking Barry and his family to join us on our
vacation this year, so why don't I call them and discuss our plans with
them now."

"Yes.  Do that," Andrew directed me, "and I'll go back and tell Barry
you're going to call.  Okay?"

"Yes, you can tell him that," I informed him, but I figured I'd give him a
little time before I made the call.  After about ten minutes I went and
called the Flannery home.  I recognized Farrell's voice as he answered the
phone.

"Hello."

"Hello, Farrell.  This is Josh Currie.  I just thought I'd call to see if I
could talk you and your family into going on vacation with us this summer.
We're going to be away for most of June and you can join us for part or all
of it.  I've planned to take a nine-day cruise in the Caribbean, spend some
time in Florida and then take another eight-day cruise in another part of
the Caribbean.  What do you say?"

"Josh, it sounds nice, but we have already made vacation plans for early
August and that's all the time I can take off from work.  I'd love to join
you, but we're doing this with my in-laws and they'd never forgive me if I
backed out now.  Besides, my wife would have me sleeping on the couch until
next year, if I changed my mind about going with them."  He gave a strained
chuckle after saying that.

"I can understand that, but Andrew would really like Barry to go with us.
Would you mind if I took him along?  I'd be willing to have Alannah join us
too, if she wanted.  I'd pay for everything."

"Josh, you wouldn't need to do that.  It must be costing you a small
fortune already."

"Well, one of my sons is in the service and will be unable to join us and
another can't get off from work during June.  I already made the
reservations, so I have two openings," I explained.

"Let me talk it over with the kids and I'll get back to you.  I'm pretty
sure that's what Barry had in mind when he told me you were calling, but I
think Alannah has gymnastics, band or cheerleading camp in June.  Most of
her summer is already booked up with all those activities.  She's a very
busy girl."

"That's actually good.  It gives her less time to get into trouble," I
teased.

"I hope so, because having a daughter really scares me," he admitted.  "You
know, worrying about the sex and her possibly ending up pregnant and all."

"I know, Farrell," I commiserated.  "Along the way, I raised two daughters
too, so I understand what you're talking about."

"I'm sure you do.  So, Josh, I'll get back to you within the hour about
this.  I'll talk it over with my wife and the kids and then let you know
what we decide."  I thanked him and then we hung up.

As soon as I got off the phone, Andrew began to pester me to know what had
been decided, and he wasn't pleased when he discovered we still wouldn't
know if Barry could join us for a little while longer.  I told him he had
to be patient, as Mr. Flannery had to discuss this with everyone first, but
that didn't seem to assuage him.  It was obvious he was going to stay close
by my side until he got a definite answer, so I just let him follow me
around, as I went about doing the things I had planned.  When the phone
finally rang, Andrew went streaking for it, before anyone else could reach
it.

"Hello," he said, with his very soft, high-pitched voice.

"Hello," the voice on the other end responded.  "May I speak with
Mr. Currie please?"

"Yes, sir," Andrew answered meekly.  "Just a second, please, and I'll get
him for you."  Immediately, he came charging toward me, with the phone held
out in front of him in his outstretched arm.  "Dad, it's for you," he
advised me.

"Thank you, Andrew," I told him, taking the phone from him.  "Hello, this
is Josh Currie," I answered.

"Josh, it's Farrell Flannery.  I've talked it over with everyone and we're
going to let Barry go with you, if you still want him," he chuckled.  "If
you could see him running around here and acting crazy right now, you might
change your mind though," he added.  I had a good idea what he was talking
about, because I was sure the same thing would happen with Andrew, as soon
as I gave him the good news.  Andrew was standing a short distance away
from me, staring at me intently, trying to see how I reacted to what I was
being told.

"However, Alannah has gymnastics camp the first full week of June and band
camp the third week of that same month, so she won't be able to join you.
She told me to thank you for the invitation, but she's already sent in her
applications and payments for those two camps."

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that," I told him, watching Andrew respond
immediately.  He now looked up at me, appearing crestfallen and depressed.
"But please tell her I hope she enjoys her time at those two camps," I
added, causing Andrew to begin to perk up again, after he figured out I was
talking about Alannah and not Barry.

"Would you like us to come by to pick Barry up, or would you allow him to
fly here to meet us?" I asked him, which sent Andrew soaring into a frenzy
of glee.  He began to jump around, like a barefooted man walking on a bed
of hot coals, and I had to stifle laughing at him, so I could hear what
Farrell was trying to tell me.

"I think he's old enough to make that short trip alone," Farrell informed
me.  "I'll take him to the airport myself, to make sure he gets on the
plane all right, so if you would be willing to meet him at the other end, I
see no problems with him doing this alone."

"That would work out perfectly," I agreed.  "We'll, be flying out of
Pittsburgh, so I'll give you the exact date and time we'll be leaving from
there, so you can put Barry on a flight that will get him there just a few
hours before we're scheduled to depart.  That will allow us a little leeway
for bad weather and such."  Through this whole time I'd been watching
Andrew carrying on, dancing and jumping about, so I had to tell Farrell
about this.  "Do you remember telling me how Barry was carrying on, after
he discovered he'd be going?" I asked.

"Yes, I certainly do," Farrell replied, "because he's still doing those
same things."

"Well, Andrew's doing his own imitation of a chimp in the wild right now
too, so I think we've got a matched pair."  I heard Farrell laugh at that.

"I guessed that he might," Farrell added, "After watching some of the
things the two of them did when he stayed with us, after the St. Patrick's
Day parade, it surely doesn't surprise me."

"He wasn't any trouble, was he?" I asked, concerned, thinking something
might have taken place that I hadn't been told about previously.

"Oh, no.  He was very good, in fact.  It was just that he and Barry could
begin acting very silly at times.  Actually, it was quite enjoyable
watching them getting along so well.  That's one of the reasons my wife and
I agreed to let him go with you on this trip."

"That's wonderful, and I promise I'll take good care of him," I assured
him.

"And don't be afraid to discipline him if he acts up," Farrell added, but I
was sure he was saying this more for Barry's benefit than for mine.  "If
you have to, you can even pull his pants down and spank his bare butt," he
insisted, and I could only imagine Barry's reaction to hearing his father
tell me this.

"I'll keep that in mind," I countered, "but I doubt I'll have to resort to
such drastic measures.  And thank you for trusting me with your son."

"Oh, you may not be thanking me, once you've actually spent some time with
him," he joked back.

"We'll see," I told him, knowing I had made similar comments to others
about my boys, as well.  "Good-bye, and I look forward to him joining us."

"My wife and I both thank you, Josh.  I'm sure he'll have a great time.  So
long."

As soon as I pushed the button to end the call, Andrew ran toward me and
jumped up in the air, knowing I'd catch him in my arms.  Once I plucked him
out of the air, he began hugging and kissing me.  "Oh, thank you, daddy,"
he told me, slipping back into using his childhood name for me, something
he hadn't done for quite some time.  "I love you and thank you for letting
Barry come with us on our trip," he added.  He was truly one excited teen,
even though he currently was acting more like a ten-year old.  It was worth
it though, even if it was only to see Andrew enjoying this youthful
exuberance again.

Even though Barry was going, I had one more spot to fill on the trip, so I
debated whom I would ask to go with us.  I had two candidates in mind,
Carlos and Ted.  I decided I'd call them both, to see who might be able to
join us, but I was worried Ted's family wouldn't let him leave home for
that long of a time.  I called and spoke with both boys and they seemed to
be excited about the prospect.  Carlos informed me he'd been working at a
Mexican-American restaurant, but thought he might be able to take the time
off, and he told me he would ask his mother, when she got home from work.
Ted was also excited and told me he'd call his Aunt Jane, so she could help
him present this to his parents, but he wasn't sure what they were going to
say.  Both boys told me they'd get back to me as soon as they could, and I
told them that would be fine.

I hadn't been off the phone for very long, before Nick came to me with an
idea he was considering.  Some of the other boys were with him for support,
as he told me about his suggestion.  "Pop, we want to form a gay-straight
alliance at the high school.  Would you approve that for us?" he asked me.

"Nick, I think that's a wonderful idea, but you'll have to go through the
proper channels to do this.  I can only approve things that are recommended
to me by the various school principals.  This would be considered a club
activity.  Therefore, it must be submitted to the high school principal
first.  If he thinks it's a worthwhile organization, he will pass his
recommendation on to me.  Of course, I'll approve it, if he does, but you
have to go through him first."

"How long is this going to take and what do we have to do?" he wanted to
know now.

"Nick, here's what I suggest you do.  Write up a proposal as to why you
think a gay-straight alliance is necessary and tell him how you think it
would benefit the high school.  Also, start a petition in favor of it and
get all the signatures you can to support your idea.  Being organized and
having the names of those from the student body who also think this is a
good idea will have a big impact on your principal and help persuade him to
approve it."

"Man, that sounds like a lot of work," he whined.  "Can't you just help us
out and make it easier?"  He was pleading with me now.

"Nick, if this is really important to you, then you'll do the work.
Otherwise, I'm not sure you want it bad enough to make it happen," I
explained.  Nick looked dejected, but the others were encouraging him,
telling him they'd help do some of the work to make this happen.  Resigning
himself to the reality that this was the only way to get what he wanted, he
accepted their help and they went off to start making their plans.

On Thursday, Jake and I set off to pick up the boys from college.  They'd
be coming home for the weekend, and then we'd take them back either late
Sunday night or early Monday morning, but I wanted them home for Easter.
However, doing all this driving again helped me make my mind up about one
other thing, too.  Spending all this time on the road, every time we needed
to get the boys to or from school, was becoming a major pain in the
backside.  Therefore, I decided this summer I'd buy two more vehicles, for
the college boys' exclusive use.  I'd assign one to Dustin and the other to
Danny, the two oldest and possibly the most responsible of my college
students, and let them transport their brothers to and from school, taking
the onus off of Jake and me.  I think they could handle the responsibility
of having a vehicle on campus and not abuse the privilege, as one would be
a college senior and the other a junior next year.  Turning this
responsibility over to them would be a huge help to Jake and me, and save
us from having to lug everyone around all the time.  I'd also agreed to let
Kevin use the 4Runner, for him Vinnie and Trey, meaning there would only be
three or four boys in each vehicle next year, as eleven of them would be in
college by then.  I think I'll pick up a couple more SUV's for them to use,
which would give them room to lug all their belongings back and forth and
the vehicles' size would give me some peace of mind about their safety.

We arrived home late Thursday evening and it felt nice to have them all
home for the holiday again.  Over the past couple of years, with all the
various other things going on, such as our exchange students being away, we
hadn't been together as a family for many of the holidays.  Of course, with
my older children still missing from the picture it still wasn't the same,
but at least all my boys were home this time and it was nice to see the
house full of activity.

As the college guys went to their rooms, to drop of their luggage and turn
in, I began to hear more than the usual commotion.  Being curious, I went
up to see what was going on, only to discover our prankster had struck
again.  Of course, I knew who the culprit was, but since I had promised not
to 'out' him, all I could do was watch from the background and keep my
mouth shut.

It seemed that Dustin was the first to be had by my little trickster,
because when he went to turn the light on in his room, nothing happened.
Being able to see well enough from the light in the hallway, he discovered
all the light bulbs had been removed from the sockets of his ceiling fan.
As if that wasn't bad enough, when he went to turn on the bedside lamp, he
discovered the bulb had been removed from it as well.  He was uttering more
than a few expletives and adding a few additional comments, such as
'payback is a bitch,' as he went off to round up some new light bulbs.

Dustin wasn't alone, however, in discovering something amiss, as Danny and
Brandon soon learned.  Having been apart for a couple of months, they
hurried to their room, to spend a little quality time together.  After
stripping off their clothing, they hopped into bed, only to hear a
crunching sound beneath them.  They jumped out of bed, threw back the
covers, but they could not see anything out of the ordinary, so they
crawled back onto the mattress again, only to experience the same problem.
Getting back out of bed, they pulled the sheet off, and that's when they
discovered someone had spread cornflakes all over their mattress.  The
cereal was under the sheet, so they wouldn't notice it when they first got
into bed, but it would be an annoyance, nonetheless.  Now, they were busy
sweeping the cornflakes into the garbage and replacing the sheet, so they
could get back to doing what they had planned.

Of course, those three at first suspected Ricky as the culprit who had done
those things, but seeing he came home with them, they knew he hadn't had
the time to set those things up.  This confused them a bit, but also made
them more resolute in their attempt to discover who had perpetrated these
practical jokes upon them.  However, those disturbances weren't what drew
me upstairs to investigate in the first place, although I gathered
something was amiss beforehand, but it was Ricky's outburst that had
grabbed my attention.

He had jumped into the shower, to clean up before going to bed, but things
didn't go exactly as he had planned.  Ricky was in the middle of his shower
when I heard him scream, because the hot water suddenly went off and he was
hit with a blast of icy cold water.  "Who's screwing with the water?" he
screamed from the bathroom door, as he stood there dripping and shivering.
I reached him shortly after his outburst.

"Ricky, something must have happened to the hot water heater for this
shower," I told him, trying to calm him down.  "I'll go down in the
basement and check it out.  Maybe the pilot light went out or something."

He seemed to calm down a bit after that and I headed down to the basement.
We had three hot water heaters to supply our multiple bathrooms and other
needs, so I wanted to see what was wrong.  I had the water heaters,
labeled, so it was obvious which one served which location, so I headed
directly to the one for that bathroom.  Everything appeared to be fine and
I couldn't figure out what was wrong with it, so I began to check it out
again, but this time more closely.  As I bent down to examine the burner, I
saw movement out of the corner of my eye.  It was Andrew, and he was hiding
in the shadows.

"You might as well come out," I told him.  "I see you there."  At first
nothing happened, but then he hesitantly moved toward me.

"I should have suspected you had something to do with this," I told him,
"but I told Ricky the hot water heater must have been malfunctioning."  He
just looked at me, walked up to that hot water heater and turned the knob
to one of the valves, which allowed the hot water to flow out of the tank
again.  I just smiled at him, impressed by his ingenuity.

"You'd better stay out of sight for a while," I explained, "or someone else
will figure you had your hand in this."  He looked a little surprised.

"So, you're not going to tell on me?" he wondered.

"No, I told you I wouldn't, so I won't.  The others will only find out it's
you if they catch you in the act."  He smiled and breathed a sigh of
relief.

"Thanks, dad," he told me, before hugging my waist.  I went back upstairs
to talk to Ricky again.

"It seems to be okay now," I advised him, "in case you want to finish up
your shower."

"Thanks, dad," he responded, as he turned around and went back inside the
bathroom, returning to the shower.  I went back downstairs and I assumed
Ricky could finish his shower now, without incident, and I didn't hear any
more screaming coming from the bathroom.

However, that wasn't the last of the pranks for the evening.  Before long,
I heard a crash in Kevin and Vinnie's room, on the first floor, so I went
to see what had happened there.  When I entered the room, they were
scrambling about, naked of course, and a bunch of paperback books and other
items where scattered about on their bed.

"Okay, what happened in here?" I asked.

"Someone rigged the shelves above our bed, so they'd crash down on us."
Automatically, I looked at the space they were talking about, where the
shelves used to hang.  The brackets were still there, but the shelves were
no longer where they were supposed to be.

"How did it happen?" I asked, innocently.

"I'm not quite sure," Kevin responded, still upset, "but the shelves must
have been rigged to fall when there were any vibrations or something."  He
flashed me a semi-embarrassed look, after saying this.

"Why?  What kind of vibrations caused the shelves to fall?" I wanted to
know.  He swallowed hard and then told me.

"Vinnie and I were making love and we were really going at it when
everything came crashing down on us."  Now I understood his little bout
with embarrassment.  "I guess the bed was bumping into the wall and that
made the shelves give way.  But someone had to set it up, cuz that's never
happened before," he admitted, without realizing the implications of what
he had just said.

I helped them pick up and put everything back where it belonged, and that's
when I understood what he meant.  The shelves were long enough to over hang
the brackets by a couple of inches on both sides, so someone had to push
them out of place, so one side was on the brink of falling.  That way, the
slightest vibration would send them crashing down, and apparently, that's
exactly what had happened.  Actually, it was set up quite well.

Andrew must have sneaked out of the basement while I was in with Kevin and
Vinnie, because he was standing in the hallway when I headed back to my
room.  He just gave me a mischievous grin, before he turned and headed up
to his own room, but I could tell he was pleased about all the havoc he had
created. The rest of the night was quiet and no other pranks were pulled,
but the other boys were still miles away from solving the mystery of the
unknown prankster.

The following morning began very uneventful.  It was Good Friday and I'd be
taking the family to services later, but we were all pretty much on our own
until then.  Around 10:30 the phone rang and soon one of the boys was
handing it to me.

"Hello, this is Josh Currie," I responded.

"Mr. Currie, this is Dr. Chandler's office and the doctor would like you
and your son, Nick, to come in for a consultation this afternoon.  Would
that be possible?"

"Yes, we could do that," I informed her.  "What time would you like us
there?"

"Would 2:00 be good for you?" she asked me.

"Yes, that would be fine.  We'll see you then."

After hanging up the phone, I went to find Nick, to tell him about our
appointment.  He and Shannon were still in their room, and I wasn't sure if
they were up yet, so I knocked lightly on the door.  I knocked loud enough
to get their attention, if they were awake, but not loud enough to disturb
them, if they were still sleeping.  Soon I heard a muffled reply.  "Who is
it?" Shannon asked.

"It's just me, but I need to speak with Nick.  May I come in?"

"Yes, it's okay," he advised me.  I opened the door, only to discover the
two of them still cuddling.  My raised eyebrows must have asked my unspoken
question for me, because Nick was soon filling me in about what they were
doing.

"Don't worry, we haven't had any sex.  We were just hugging and kissing,"
he added, giving me a wink.  "I never realized before how much fun that
could be too, not just the sex."  Shannon grinned and blushed at the same
time.

"I'm glad to hear that," I countered, "but that's not what I came here for.
The doctor's office just called and they want us there at 2:00, but I want
you ready to leave the house by 1:30."  He gave me a troubled look.

"Does that mean all my test results are back then?" he wondered, looking
concerned.

"Yes, it does," I informed him, but his brow seemed to furrow even more
deeply now.

"Does it mean there's bad news?" he asked.

"Not necessarily," I assured him.  "If you remember, the doctor said he
would discuss the results with us, no matter how they turned out."  I saw
Nick relax slightly.

"Okay, I'll be ready then.  Can Shannon come with us?"

"No, I don't think that would be appropriate," I pointed out.  "You can
tell him anything you want about it, after we get back."  Nick didn't look
happy about that, but he just shrugged and then nodded, so I left them
alone in their room.

I went back to my room, to fill Jake in about what I would be doing shortly
and to let him know he'd be one of the first people to learn about the test
results.  I did that to alleviate some of his concerns about Shannon being
with Nick, so I hoped the tests results would turn out as we hoped.  Now,
all we had to do was wait.

                 *    *     *     *     *     *     *     *

If you have enjoyed reading this story, you will find other stories by me
at 'BW's Rainbow Youth Connection,' at http://bwsryc.gayauthors.org/

You can also locate my stories by clicking on the Nifty author link and
scrolling down to "BW".  This will give you the links for everything I have
posted there.

I also love to hear from my readers and get their reaction to my stories.
If you don't mind, please share whatever information you feel comfortable
with, because it helps knowing my readers better when I decide what to
write or how to gear it.  Please email me at bwstories8@aol.com and let me
know what you thought, so I can do even better in the future.  Thanks,
Bill.