Date: Sat, 9 Oct 2004 17:18:15 EDT
From: Bwstories8@aol.com
Subject: The Castaway Hotel - Book 8, chapter 16

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The Castaway Hotel-Book 8- by BW (Yng-Friends).   Copyright 2004 by billwstories
Chapter 16 - The old and the new.                 April 2004

The transition into his new school went without incident for Jesse, but I
wouldn't say it went smoothly.  Although he was able to handle the work and
adored his teacher, his new classmates didn't readily accept him into their
midst.  His inability to communicate with them kept some of the students
from approaching him; while others thought him odd or were concerned they
might catch his condition.  Whatever the reason, Jesse felt isolated and
lonely at school and couldn't wait to get home each afternoon, so he could
spend time with Andrew.  I was glad he had that safety valve.

The two were inseparable from the minute they arrived home until they went
to bed, and it was almost as if Andrew had a little shadow.  Oh, there were
some subtle differences between them, but nothing drastic.  For example,
once they finished taking their showers, Andrew would strut naked from the
bathroom to their room, but Jesse would wrap a towel around his waist,
before he made that same journey.  I guess that his first time with us,
when he had emerged naked after exiting the upstairs bathroom, he had just
been caught up in the moment of seeing Andrew naked and followed his lead.
However, since that time he has been much more modest.

We managed to get an appointment for Jesse to receive a physical at the end
of the week, but the only time available was during the school day.  Jesse
had indicated he wanted Andrew to go with us, when he took his physical,
and Andrew had added that he wanted to be there too, but I told them that
wouldn't be possible, seeing it would mean Andrew would have to miss
classes to do so.  Andrew had already mentioned he had a test that day and
I didn't want him to miss it or have to make it up later, for something so
trivial.  I didn't feel that Jesse NEEDED Andrew there, just that he'd LIKE
to have him there.  Neither boy was happy with my decision, so they both
argued with me, trying to get me to change my mind.  When I wouldn't give
in, Jesse let me know how displeased he was by stomping out of the room.  I
was determined to show him that acting like a brat wouldn't get him his own
way, so I was adamant that I would not give in to him now, no matter what
else was said or done.  I don't think that sunk in with Jesse, until I
picked him up from school that day, to take him to the doctor's office.
When he saw I was the only one in the vehicle, he got the longest face I'd
ever seen and began to pout.  I really think he expected me to relent at
the last second and Andrew would be in the van to go with us.  Instead, he
just got his first lesson in reality.

We made our way to the doctor's office, but I didn't say much to him along
the way.  I left it up to him to let me know how much he still wanted to do
with me.  After parking the van, he walked beside me into the waiting room,
stood at my side as I announced our arrival, but then he went over to check
out the toys, while I took a seat.  When his name was called, I stayed put,
while he walked toward the nurse.  When he reached the door leading to the
hallway for the examination rooms, he stopped and turned back toward me.
When he noticed I hadn't moved, he came back and grabbed my shirtsleeve and
tugged on it, to let me know he wanted me to come too.

"Are you sure you want me to come with you?" I asked him, and he nodded his
head.  As I stood up to follow him, his lips slowly moved out of the pout
and curled into a smile.

The nurse weighed and measured him first, and then she told him to strip
down to his underwear, while we waited for the pediatrician to show up.
Jesse seemed a little reluctant to disrobe, and this baffled me, since he
didn't have this much trouble at home.  He paraded about so nonchalantly
that afternoon with Andrew, and since then he hadn't been embarrassed to be
seen in just a towel.  This wasn't much different than what he did at home,
so why was he hesitating now?  Was it Andrew who made him comfortable
enough to do those things, or was he just using this as payback for my not
letting Andrew come with us today.  Whichever the case, he eventually gave
in and stripped down to his underwear.

The doctor was a thirty-something oriental male, but he had a warm,
friendly demeanor and I took an instant liking to him.  After explaining
why we were there, and telling him about Jesse's lack of speech, he
examined Jesse, giving him a complete physical.  Jesse began to stiffen up
when the doctor went to remove his briefs, even though the doctor had tried
to reassure him it was only to complete the examination.  The doctor
glanced at me, as if he expected an explanation for this reaction, but all
I could do was shrug my shoulders, because I didn't understand it either.
"Jesse, please let the doctor look at the rest of you," I urged him.  "The
doctor really needs to check you there too," I added.

Instead of nodding in agreement, Jesse motioned for me to come to him,
which caused the doctor to look at me again.  "How long did you say he's
been with you?" the doctor asked me.

"Just under a week," I explained.

"I think he needs your support to do this," the doctor added.  "Why don't
you pull your chair up behind him and let him lean against you, while I
examined him.  Maybe he'd feel more ccomfortable that way."  Jesse nodded
his head in agreement, and seeing his reaction, I pulled my chair around
and placed my hands on Jesse's shoulder, while the doctor finished up.

Once the pediatrician had finished the examination process, he told Jessie
he could get dressed, while we stepped out into the hall.  Jesse didn't
want me to leave him, but after I convinced him I'd only be on the other
side of the door, he let me go.  Once we were alone, the doctor advised me
that Jesse seemed to be fine, other than being slightly malnourished.  He
added that he also wanted to order some blood work and schedule an MRI, to
check out Jesse's vocal chords, just to make certain there wasn't any
physical basis for his lack of speech.  I concurred that would be a wise
precaution and agreed to take Jesse whenever they needed, so he could
complete those tests.  The doctor told me he'd have his receptionist set
the appointments for us and she would let me know when they were, before we
left today.  I thought that meant we were done, but the doctor began to
speak again.  "Mr. Currie, I have a feeling this boy has been molested," he
told me.  I wasn't completely shocked.

"Why do you say that?" I asked him, trying to discover the basis for his
comment.

"It was the way he stiffened and pulled away from me when I went to remove
his underwear," he admitted.  "Sure, some children are modest, but I don't
get that kind of reaction unless they've been undressed and touched before,
against their will.  Do you know anything about his background?"

"Only a little.  I know that his stepfather verbally and emotionally abused
him," I informed him, "and I've had my own suspicions that maybe part of
the reason for that was that Jesse didn't give in to other demands his
stepfather made on him."  The doctor gave me a curious look.

"Do you think you could find anything to support or prove those
allegations?" the pediatrician wanted to know.

"No, I only have my suspicions, along with yours now, but no hard proof.
If Jesse could talk, maybe I could question him about that, but in his
fragile state, I think it would be better to leave it alone for now."

"I think I'd agree with that assessment," the doctor confirmed.  I thanked
him for his concern and help, and then he left, to see his next patient.
After watching the doctor walk away, I went back in the examination room,
to see how Jessie was doing.  He was all dressed, so I took him to the
reception desk to check out.  After paying our co-payment, the receptionist
handed me a card with our appointment dates listed on it, both for the
blood work and MRI.  I thanked her and we headed back to school, to finish
the rest of our day.

Later that afternoon, after we picked Andrew up from school, Andrew wanted
to know every detail about what had happened and every word the doctor had
told us, just like he was the parent.  After filling him in with as much
detail as I thought he should know, I sent him and Jesse off to do their
homework.  Both boys seemed happy now, though I could tell there was still
some animosity toward me, because I had stuck to my guns about not letting
Andrew go with us, but I think they'll both be a little less demanding in
the future.

The weekend was pretty uneventful.  I left the boys to their own devices,
for most of the time, but I did take some time to chat some more with
Jesse.  I didn't want to confront him about the possible molestation, but I
did want to find out more about his life before he came to live with us.  I
also asked Andrew to leave us alone, while I did this, as I felt there
might be some information Jesse wouldn't want to share with or in front of
his idol.  Once we were alone, I handed Jesse a small notebook and told him
he could jot his answers down in that, because these would be more than
just yes or no questions.  He seemed confused about what I was up to, but
he nodded his understanding.

"Jesse, what can you tell me about your mother and where you lived?" I
asked him.  He began writing in the notebook and he handed it to me, when
he was finished.

'I love my mom and we lived in an apartment,' it said simply.

"What about your stepfather?" I continued.  Jesse took the notebook back
from me and started to write again.

'I don't like him.  He is mean and nasty.'

"Why do you say that?" I asked him, next.

"He is mean to me.  He bad.'  I wasn't going to push him any further on
this, because I felt if he wanted to tell me about it, he would have done
so then.

"What about your father?" I wanted to know.  "What can you tell me about
him?"

'Don't know him.  He never live with us.'  I guess that explains a few
things too.

"Where did your mother meet your stepfather?" I followed up.

'Don't know,' was his simple response.

"Okay, I guess that's enough for now," I told him closing the notebook.
"Why don't you go out and find Andrew and then you can go off and play
together."  He flashed me a huge grin then disappeared, but I had
discovered a little more information about his past.

The following Monday I took Jesse for his dental cleaning and exam.  He was
extremely nervous as we went in, and I knew the reason for it.  Sunday
night I'd tried to prepare him for this, but he told me he'd heard horror
stories from other children about dental exams, so he wasn't thrilled about
this visit.  Once we got there, I could tell that he really didn't want to
go in, so I grabbed his hand and held it tightly, leading him into the
office.  Once inside, I announced our arrival, took a seat, and we waited
patiently to be called.  When we had gone to his appointment at the
doctor's office, Jesse had left me, so he could go and play, but this time
he sat in the chair next to mine and leaned against me, as if he thought
that would keep him safe.  It was nice to see that he was beginning to
trust me, even if it might only be out of necessity for him right now.

When Jesse's name was called to go back to one of the dental rooms, Jesse
snaked his hand into mine and his eyes pleaded with me, letting me know he
wanted me to go with him.  Of course, I did, but he made me continue to
hold his left hand, even after he was seated in the dental chair and had
the bib placed around his neck.  He was squeezing my hand quite forcefully,
and his grip got even tighter when the hygienist asked him to open his
mouth.  This happened every time she used one of the various instruments to
loosen and remove the plaque from his teeth, but it was even more
noticeable when it came time to use the drill with the special fitting, to
apply the fluoride coating to his teeth.  When he heard the whirring sound
of the drill and she made a sudden movement toward his mouth, he almost
leaped out of the chair.  If I hadn't been holding his hand, he might have
tried to run for it, because I believe he thought something painful was
about to happen next.  After I reassured him that nothing of that sort was
planned, he relaxed slightly, leaned back in the chair, though not totally
relaxed, and he let her continue.

Once the hygienist had finished cleaning his teeth, the dentist came in to
conduct his part of the examination.  As he checked Jesse's teeth, he
called off the problems that he noted, so the hygienist could jot them down
on the chart.  Once he had completed this process, I was informed that
Jesse had several cavities that would need to be taken care of.  The
dentist told me that it looked as if Jesse had no previous dental care,
that his diet had been lacking and he obviously had not been taught proper
brushing techniques.  I assured him we'd work on that, and then we set up
appointments to take care of the cavities.  The hygienist gave Jesse a new
toothbrush before we left and quickly demonstrated on a model how he should
use it.  Jesse promised he would do that from now on, so she kissed him on
the cheek before he left.  That was the first time I saw Jesse blush.

That afternoon, after we got home from school, the high school boys told me
they met with their principal about the gay-straight alliance and they
thought things went well.  They asked if I wanted to see copies of what
they gave him, and I explained it would be better if they didn't show me
those items.  That way I would be able to listen to the principal's
recommendation without getting bored or jumping ahead of him.  They were
disappointed, but said they understood, so we left it at that.

The next day was April 20th, and I woke up very depressed.  I knew why, and
I'd been dreading this day for a while, because it was Nicky's ninth
birthday.  I had been missing my grandchildren more and more every week.
Prior to my older children delivering their ultimatum, I had never failed
to at least talk to them on their birthdays.  Since that time, however,
there had been no contact with them - at all!  I couldn't explain the pain
I felt, having been cut out of their lives, but until my older children
change their stance about my lifestyle and sexual preference, I've had to
live with it.  In fact, I think that's what my older children are counting
on; that I won't be able to live separated from them and my grandchildren,
so I'll give Jake up, rather than face that possibility.  The thing is, I
have to be happy too, and that won't be with my older children dictating
whom I can be with, or with them trying to change anything else about me
that they disagree with.

On the other end of the spectrum, the following Tuesday, April 27th, would
be Dustin's twenty-first birthday.  Seeing he was away at college, we
wouldn't be celebrating his birthday on that day, but I would call him to
see how he wanted to celebrate it.  No matter what he decided, I would
speak to him the weekend before his birthday and again on Tuesday evening,
so I could wish him a happy birthday.

Since this was a 'milestone' birthday for Dustin (you don't become 'totally
legal' every year), I wanted to have a big party for him after he came home
for the summer.  I would invite the entire family to attend, at least those
who were willing to come, and we would turn it into a big celebration.  I
just wish I could do similar things for my grandchildren, or at least
attend the parties that WERE held for them.

Later that week, I took Jesse for his eye exam.  Once again, he was a
little nervous about doing something he'd never done before, but since
nothing bad had happened to him on his other appointments, he trusted me
again, for this one.  Jesse had never had his eyes checked, except for
maybe reading the eye chart during his school physical, so this would be a
novelty for him.  He seemed intrigued when the optometrist positioned the
machine with the lenses in front of his eyes and he looked into them, as if
he thought possibly he'd see a movie or something through them.  The
optometrist did have to change how he normally did things, due to Jesse's
inability to speak, so he informed Jesse that he would have to hold up one
or two fingers, to indicate whether the first or second image looked
clearer to him.  After a few practice attempts, to give Jesse the
opportunity to understand what was expected of him, the examination began
in earnest.

I could tell that Jesse was trying very hard to do what was asked of him,
but I wasn't sure if he was doing this because he thought he had to or if
he was trying to please the optometrist or even me.  Whatever the case, he
did an admirable job and everything went quite smoothly, even after the
optometrist added the drops to his eyes.  Once the process was completed,
Jesse and I were told that his eyes were fine and he would not need
glasses.  Jesse seemed relieved to hear this news and he was in a very good
mood as we made our way home.  Once we were in the van, he would constantly
look over at me and smile, though I wasn't sure what he was thinking at the
time, but when we reached home, he ran to find his sidekick, Andrew.

Later that evening, I was sitting in my chair in the living room, watching
television, when my two little imps entered the room.  They walked straight
up to me and wiggled their way onto my lap, one on each side.  I wasn't
sure what they were up to, but I was fairly certain Andrew was
orchestrating what was going on.

"Jesse thinks you're really nice, dad," Andrew announced, out of nowhere.
I looked him in the face, and then Jesse, wondering where this was heading.

"Even after I wouldn't let you go with us to his appointments?" I wondered
aloud, which caused Andrew to giggle and Jesse to turn red.

"You probably know he was mad at you at first," he informed me.

"Yes, I think the stomping around and the dirty looks gave that away," I
responded, causing Andrew to giggle again and Jesse to turn another shade
redder.

"Well, he was really mad at you then, but now he says you're a really nice
guy.  Much nicer than his stepfather."  I was wondering if I should follow
up on that, but I didn't think this was the right time, so I let it slide.
If he was beginning to feel comfortable with me now, I didn't want to risk
losing that by dredging up what could be some very painful memories.  No, I
decided to gain his confidence and love first, and then we'd try to heal
the emotional and psychological scars sometime down the road.  Those issues
didn't seem to be as urgent now, seeing he no longer had any contact with
his stepfather.

"Well, I'm glad Jesse feels that way," I finally responded, "because I love
having him as a member of our family."  That's all it took to cause Jesse
to spin in my lap, throw his arms around my neck and begin to hug me,
showing me he loved to be part of our family too.  Before I had time to
respond, Andrew was wrapped around both of us and I heard him whisper into
my ear.

"Thank you, daddy.  I...we love you so much."  How could it get any better
than this?

Later in the week, I had a meeting with the high school principal.  It was
our regularly scheduled meeting, which we held once every other week, so he
could inform me about things happening in his school.  I guess that's why I
never gave it any special importance, because it was just our typical
meeting, until he mentioned that he had received a petition to start a
gay-straight alliance.  He advised me that after going over the relevant
information, he was passing along his recommendation that it be approved.

"I think you probably knew about this in advance," he added, coyly, "but
I've been impressed with the effort your sons have put into it and the work
they've done.  They've gathered enough support and have developed a viable
plan, so I am recommending that it be approved."

"I am glad that you are pleased with their effort," I told him, "but I have
had nothing to do with it.  I've asked them not to tell or show me
anything, so I could judge this solely on its merits and your
recommendation, rather than be persuaded by my sympathies as a father."

"So, you've not seen their proposal?" he asked, incredulously.

"No, none of it," I confirmed.

"Then let me show it to you," he offered.  "I'm sure you will be as
impressed by it as I was."  He reached into a manila folder he was carrying
and then handed a batch of papers across to me, and I began to look them
over.


Proposal for forming a Gay-Straight Alliance club.

Mission statement: To increase awareness about sexuality issues in the high
school and to provide a social, emotional and educational support group for
the gay, lesbian, bisexual, transgender and questioning students, while
trying to bring a greater understanding between those groups and the
straight population.  The group will also act as an educational
organization for providing materials and lead discussions, to increase the
awareness of issues concerning the various populations.

Vision statement: We envision a community that accepts, affirms and
supports all people, without regards to their race, religion,
socio-economic grouping, political affiliation, sexual preference or gender
identity.

Proposed list of activities: *Presentations from professionals explaining
the nature of sexual preferences.  *Presentations from law enforcement
professionals about sexually oriented hate crimes and how to prevent them.
*Discussions about the extension of marriage rights.  *Discussion
concerning AIDS - prevention, awareness, and impact on the world's
population, not just the gay community.  *Arrange for confidential and free
AIDS testing for any interested students.  *Hold social events where
students may come and participate, without having to pretend to be other
than who they are or be afraid for their personal safety while in
attendance.  *Discuss current events relating to issues of sexual identity,
sexual orientation, sexual health or sexually related crimes.


Behind this page were five pages of student signatures, in support of
starting such a club.  He was right, it was impressive and I was even more
impressed that my boys had been the ones to do the work.

"It looks fine to me," I advised him, "so if it has your support, then it
also has mine, and I will present it to the school board at their next
meeting, for their formal approval.  By the way, I'll let you inform the
boys that this will be presented to the school board.  I haven't helped
them with this so far, so I don't think I should be the one to give them
that news either."  The principal just grinned and nodded, understanding
what I meant, and then he left.  I was happy that he believed the
gay-straight alliance had merit and was willing to support its formation.

When I arrived home, later that evening, the high school boys were all
excited because the principal had informed them their proposal would be
presented at the next school board meeting for approval.  "Thanks, Dad,"
Nick told me.  "We knew you'd come through for us," he added.

"Hey, I had very little to do with this," I advised him.  "If your
principal hadn't recommended it on its own merits, I wouldn't be presenting
it to the school board.  You boys did the work and made the presentation,
and I was very impressed when I saw it.  You did an excellent job."  Nick
blushed, and it was one of the few times I'd ever seen him do that.

"Thanks, Dad," Nick finally mumbled.  "That means a lot to me."

We went on to discuss the proposal, and he explained to me in detail about
how he and the others had developed their plan.  After doing some research
on the Internet, looking at sites of other gay-alliance groups, they
combined ideas and came up with their own unique proposal.  They did the
same with the proposed activities, by modifying or adding to various events
they saw suggested on those other sites.  No matter how they came up with
their information, they had done their homework and will be the ones to
reap the rewards, once the gay-straight alliance was formally approved.

Sunday I called Dustin, just as I had planned.

"Hello."

"Hi, Dustin.  It's dad."

"Hi, Dad.  What's up?"

"I was calling about your birthday.  I was wondering if you'd like me to
come up and take you out to dinner that night?" I explained.

"Gee, Dad, that would be awfully nice of you, but that's too far for you to
drive in one night, just to take me out to dinner.  Maybe we could do it on
the weekend instead."

"Yes, we could do that," I told him.  "That way I could even bring your
brothers along, if you can stand to have them around."  Dustin laughed.

"Oh, I think I can handle that," he added.

"Okay, what do you say we come up next Saturday, go out to dinner together
Saturday night, and then we'll go to church and brunch Sunday morning,
before I drive the rest of us back."

"That sounds nice, Dad, but won't it cost too much for you to all stay up
here overnight?"

"Nah, it won't be that bad," I advised him.  "There aren't many boys home
any more, so there will only be a handful coming with Jake and me.  I'm
sure they'll enjoy it, and we probably can get away with only three or four
rooms now."  I heard Dustin laugh again.

"Yeah, that's not bad," he added, "for a team or a scout troop."

"Well, if you and the other college boys were with us, I'd have to add a
couple of rooms on top of that," I teased back, indicating that 8 of the
others wouldn't be there this time."

"Okay, that sounds good.  I'll see you Saturday then," he agreed.

"Great.  By the way, how's the Suburban?  Put any dents in it yet?"

"Oh, come on, Dad.  You know I'm a better driver than that," he whined.

"I know, but I just have to be sure.  You know, it's a father's job to
worry about his boys...and his vehicles," I added, teasingly.

"I know, and you do a good job of it," he joked back.  "But don't worry,
it's in just as good of shape as when you gave it to me."

"I was sure it would be, but it didn't hurt to ask," I kidded again.
"Dustin, I'll see you next Saturday, so prepare whomever you have to, about
your brothers joining me."  He laughed again.

"Good idea, and I will.  Dad, thanks for doing this.  I'm so glad I got to
come live with you," he added.

"Me too," I countered.  "You've always been a great son.  See you this
weekend then.  Bye and I love you."

"Bye, Dad, and I love you too."

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