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I started writing this story, never intending it to grow into what it has become. It seems to have taken on a life of its own. I hope you enjoy.
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https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/moments
"You guys miss me or something?" I asked.
"Yeah, you was gone forever, Max," cried Mike. "I didn't think you was coming back."
I knelt in front of Mike, wrapped my arms around him and whispered in his ear, "I won't ever leave you guys."
"You better not," he said.
"Well, it looks like we have plenty of help here, let's start taking things in and get it stashed in Joey and Alex's room." The boys worked on the smaller bags while Tom, Brian, Carol and I carried the bigger bags.
"Wow, what a mess, Max," Joey said.
"Yeah, what's the deal?" asked Alex.
"Let's just say we had a few small problems and leave it at that. Why don't you start emptying bags and sorting things while we go in the other room and chat? T.J., Mike would you like to help them?"
"Sure, Max, c'mon T.J. Let's dig in."
All four boys started dumping bags to sort while the four adults headed to the living room.
"I need a drink, people, can I get one for anybody else?" I asked.
"Hard or soft, Max?" Tom asked.
"I'd like a hard one right now, but I better stick with soft."
"I'll take a soda, whatever you have."
"You got any tea, Max?" asked Brian.
"Sure thing, what about you Carol?"
"I'm fine, Max. So, tell me what happened."
I sat and relayed the story to Carol with Tom and Brian filling in missed details.
"Oh, my God, what a scene. I'm glad I wasn't there or I would've slapped that bitch silly. I'm glad Anna agreed to remove them from our list of foster homes. I wouldn't want to put any kid through that nightmare again."
"Tell her the good news, Tom."
"Oh, yeah, they're going be charged with a felony for obstructing. That should get them blocked from ever being able to foster kids again, for anybody, right?"
"It sure will. They'll never pass the background investigation with that hanging over their heads. Good work, guys." Carol turned to me and asked, "So, how'd you and Brian get along?"
"Yeah, I wanted to thank you for having him there. You could have warned me how big he was before I left. I about needed a clean pair of pants when I turned around and saw this mountain standing there. He was great help, though."
"Ha, I wish I could have seen the look on your face."
"It was priceless, Carol. He really did look like he was about lose it. He thought maybe I was there to help the Mueller's and not him. Once I told him who I was, the color returned to his face."
At that moment, I heard a scream of anger from the other end of the house. I bolted down the hall to see what happened. When I got to the boys' room, all four were staring at a small pile of paper laying on the floor and tears were streaming down Joey's and Alex's faces. I entered the room, grabbed the boys in a hug and asked, "What's wrong boys. Whatever it is, we'll fix it."
"Those nasty fuckers tore up our mom and dad's picture!" Joey screamed. "It was the last thing we had of them. I can't fucking believe they fucking did that." He buried his face in my shoulder and sobbed. I stroked his and Alex's back for a few minutes while they continued to cry. Mike and T.J. came around behind them and joined the hug.
It took several minutes, but once they started to calm down, I leaned back, looked into their eyes and said, "I don't know how I'm going to do it, but I'll get this fixed. I promise." I gently picked up the pieces of the picture, asked them to continue the sorting and headed back to the living room.
"What was that all about?" asked Carol.
I held out my hand, showing them the scraps of paper.
"Was that the picture of their parents?" she asked.
"'Was' is right, Carol. I can't believe they did this."
Tom piped up, "Well, now there's another charge I can throw at those scumbags, destruction of private property. Not a big one by any stretch, but it'll cost them. Probably the only way to hurt folks like that since they obviously don't have hearts."
"Can they be forced to pay to have it repaired?" Brian asked.
"Possibly. If they're charged and either found or plead guilty, they'll be fined at a minimum. Sometimes, the judges will add damages to the fine. All depends on the judge and his mood."
"I might be able to help with that," Carol said. "I know a friendly judge or two, especially when it comes to dealing with kids and their issues."
"Good, I want to see them pay through the nose for this. I'll put this in an envelope for now and be right back." As I entered my study to get an envelope, I heard the ding of the driveway sensor announcing someone coming. I asked Carol to meet whoever it was at the door and I'd be right back. Carol was just opening the door when I came back into the living room. "Paul," I called as I crossed over to the door, "it's good to see you again. And you must be Joy, pleasure to meet you. Any problems finding the place."
"Nope, satnav had you pinpointed. I love tech when it works right."
"You both know Carol, right."
"Of course, afternoon, Carol, Max. We have a load of stuff for one lucky young man, should we bring it in now?"
"Let me get some helpers and we'll make quick work of it." I stepped to the hallway and shouted, "Boys, grab your coats and shoes, Paul and Joy are here with Mike's things. Let's help them unload and get it all in Mike and T.J.'s room."
"On the way, Max," Alex yelled back. "Let's go guys," I heard Joey say.
With everybody hauling boxes, it took only five minutes to get all Mike's things moved into his room. The sorting of Mike's stuff would begin once they were done with Joey and Alex's sorting. As the boys returned to the twins' room, the adults gravitated to the living room.
"Paul, Joy, let me take your coats and I'll hang them up." Once all the coats were hung up, I headed to join the others while asking, "Can I get anyone something to drink?" I fielded drink requests from everyone and headed to the kitchen. I returned, handed them out and took a seat in my chair. "The Hamilton's should be getting here shortly with T.J.'s stuff. Once his stuff is in his and Mike's room, I'll order the pizza. Anything you do or don't want when I order?" The general consensus was anything but anchovies. Once that was settled, I made introductions.
"Paul, Joy, you know Carol, the man in uniform is Tom Wright from the Sangamon County Sherriff's department and the large man next to him is Brian. Brian works with Carol and they met me at the twins' former foster-parents to pick up the belongings."
"Were you expecting trouble, Max," Paul asked.
"I wouldn't be surprised after what Paul told me about what happened at supper last night. It's a shame the boys had to be there for that."
"No, I really didn't think I'd have a problem today, but Carol did, and, thankfully, she called in Tom and Brian for reinforcements. As it turns out, it's a good thing she did. We had some fun this afternoon, didn't we boys?"
"Oh, yeah, I live for days like this," said Brian sarcastically.
"Just doing my job, Max," added Tom. "I see shi--, um, junk like that every day. But I wouldn't be doing anything else."
"I'm sorry you both got dragged into that today, but I'm glad you were there. So, tell me Paul, Joy, how's Mike doing? I know he's only lived with you a couple months, but I'd like to know whatever you can share."
"Well", Joy began, "he was very withdrawn and scared when he was first brought to us. We knew about the abuse by his parents, so we just tried to show we cared."
"He hasn't talked about it much," Paul continued, "but the last couple weeks, he seems to be doing a little better. Physically, it looks like all the bruises have finally faded, but mentally, I think he's still pretty fragile and will be for a while to come. One of the reasons the agency placed him with us is I'm a licensed child psychologist and they thought if he wanted to talk about it, I'd be in a better position to help. Unfortunately, we didn't get that far."
"He seems to have attached himself to you a bit judging by the way he hid behind you last night. Would you be available and willing to talk with him if he wants to?"
"I'd be happy to, Max. Let's give him a little bit to adjust to his new home and surroundings and see how he feels about it later. If he wants to talk, I'm more than willing to listen."
"Speaking of new homes," Joy interrupted, "your house is beautiful. How big is it?"
"About 4500 square feet and set in the middle of 18 acres of nothing but trees."
"I'd love to see the rest of it, can we get a tour?" Joy asked.
"Sure, tours are a quarter per person," I laughed, "but how about if we wait for the Kirkland's so I only have to do it once?"
"Deal, Max."
"Is that a pool or a greenhouse out there?" asked Tom pointing through the glass wall.
"Pool, Tom. Just had the shelter installed last week. I'd been wanting to have one for several years so I could use it in the winter and with the boys coming out, it seemed like the time was right to finally follow through."
"Must be rough to live like this. I wouldn't know, though, not on a cop's salary. How'd you swing it?"
"I'm an author, Tom. I had four successful books. The royalties from the first paid for it all."
"Damn, I knew you looked familiar. Now it clicks where I've seen you, your picture on the dust covers of your books. Your first name is Maxwill, isn't it?"
"Guilty as charged, Tom."
"I've read a couple of your books, Max, but never realized you lived in the area."
"Been here almost 12 years, but I like to keep a low profile."
Ding!
"What the heck is that?" Brian asked.
"Driveway sensor," I explained. "Let's me know when someone's turned into the drive. Probably the Kirkland's"
"That's a good thing to have out here in the middle of nowhere, Max. Good security."
I headed to the door, but, on my way, I called down the hallway, "Boys, coats and shoes, again. The Kirkland's are here with T.J.'s things." I opened the door to greet George and Nancy just as the boys came charging in. "Hi Nancy, nice to see you again, and you must be George. Nice to meet you, also. The boys are ready, so why don't we get unloaded real quick?"
"Sure, Max, come on boys, let's go," George called as he waved his hand. We followed George to their car and in just a few trips had all of T.J.'s stuff move into his and Mike's room.
Once we were done unloading, I asked, "Do you have all of Joey and Alex's stuff sorted out?"
"Yes, sir, we're about to start putting it all away."
"Well, why don't you take a break and come meet these folks. I'm sure they'd like to know who they've been helping today."
"Okay," Joey said and they all followed me to the living room. When we arrived, I lined them up, standing in front of me.
"Okay folks, I know some of you already know each other, but I'd still to go around and introduce everyone." I started with the boys, tapping each one on the head as I said their names. "I'll start here with Joey, I think, then Alex, maybe, who knows, T.J. and, finally, Mike." The boys giggled at my confusion on the twins. "Boys, you all know Carol, who has helped make this possible, then we have Paul and Joy Kirkland who were Mike's foster-parents, Nancy and George Hamilton, T.J.'s foster-parents, the big guy over here," I said pointing out the human mountain by the fireplace, "is Brian Marks and next to him is Tom Wright."
"Who are they?" Alex asked, "and why is a cop here?"
"Brian and Tom met me to help get your stuff from the Mueller's."
"Really, did they get arrested?" Joey asked.
"No, not yet, anyway."
"Well, they should be after what they did," from Alex.
"What'd they do?" Paul asked.
"They were a royal pain in the ass," Brian commented.
"And they obstructed me in doing my job," added Tom. "Add destruction of property to that and they're going to have nice fines to pay."
"What property got damaged?" Joy asked.
"They shredded a picture of Joey and Alex's parents. It was the last thing they had of them."
"Oh, that's just horrible," cried Nancy.
"I'm going to try and get it repaired, but I don't know if I can. We'll see. Well, let me get supper ordered and then we can go on the house tour I promised Joy. Why don't you boys go start sorting T.J. and Mike's things while we wait." I called Capone's, placed the order, then asked, "I know you don't normally deliver, but would it be worth an extra 100 bucks to you to get this one brought out? I have a house full of people and don't want to be a rude host and leave."
"Let me check, hang on," the young lady replied. She came back in a minute, "Yeah, the boss says he'd allow it this time, especially for the extra you're willing to pay. Where do you live?"
"Is Joe working tonight? He's been here before to work on my mowers and knows the way."
"You bet. We'll have him on the way as soon as everything's out of the ovens."
"Great, I appreciate the service. Thanks."
"Thank you, Mr. Sanders. Have a good evening."
I turned to my guests and said, "Okay, food's ordered, who ready for the tour?" Everyone but Carol raised their hand. "Follow me." Joy was the first to join me and held her hand out. "What's this, Joy", I asked.
"It's my quarter, for the tour," she laughed.
"Put that away. You know I was kidding."
"I know, but it's still funny. I couldn't resist."
"Yes, it was, and I needed a laugh. Thanks." We headed down the hall to my study where I opened the double doors to the room and stood aside as my guests entered, "This is the study. This is where I've spent the better part of the last 12 years while writing my last three books." The room is paneled in light oak and the walls are covered with floor to ceiling shelves stuffed with books.
"You could start a library out here, Max," commented George.
"I like it, Max. I would love to spend time in here reading," added Tom.
"I'll get you a library card with full privileges then, Tom," I laughed. "Books are due back two weeks from checkout with a dime a day late fee." They all laughed. "Let's move on. This next room," I said as I opened the door, "is my bedroom and bathroom. I separated mine from the others so guests wouldn't have to hear me snore all night long." Next, we headed back through the kitchen and dining area to the home theater/game room. "This, obviously, is the home theater and gaming room. I really haven't used it much over the years, but I think it's going to be seeing a lot more use with four boys in the house."
"Are those leather chairs, Max?" Paul asked.
"Yep, recliners with cup holders, massagers and heat. Great place to spend a cold winter's night, let me tell you."
"Where's the screen?" asked Brian.
"Let me show you." I walked to the recliner I normally used, grabbed the remote and pressed a button. The 10' wide screen lowered from a slot hidden in the ceiling by the end wall of the room while the projector dropped from its hidden cubbyhole.
"Freakin' cool, man. I could get used to this."
"Well, I need to upgrade the projector to handle the new 4k resolution, but since I don't use it a lot, I haven't been in a hurry to do so." I punched the button and the screen and projector returned to their hidden positions. "Let's move on." I headed to the glass wall in the living room, turned on the outside lights and opened the door, waving a hand to direct my guests outside. I unlocked the pool shelter and led everyone in.
"Wow, Max, this is wonderful," said Nancy. "Nice and warm. Have you been swimming since they completed it?"
"Last night and this morning with the boys. They love it, too. Probably a wise investment since they're going to be living here, now."
"I really could get used to living here, Max" Tom said. "If you're interested, I'm available for adoption, too," he laughed. "My parents surrendered their parental rights years ago." We all laughed along.
"Let's head back inside and I'll show you the other end of the house." We headed back inside after I had re-locked the pool shelter and turned down the hallway towards the other bedrooms and garage. We entered the bedroom Carol used last night, "I have three bedrooms on this side of the house. They're all about the same size and each has its own bathroom. I didn't want guests to have to share." We passed by the two other bedrooms, saying hi to the boys while they continued sorting stuff and headed on to the garage. "On this side of the hall is a half-bath and separate utility room. I also have a fairly good sized room here that I currently use for storage."
The door at the end of the hall opened into the garage. "And this, of course, is the garage. Nothing much to see in here."
"Are you kidding me, Max?" asked George. "Your average Joe doesn't get to walk in his garage and see a Shelby like that every day."
"It's just a car, George. And now, it's too small. When it was just me, it was great, but with four boys, I need something considerably bigger than this."
"I'll trade you my 10-year old minivan for it, even up," he joked, which brought another laugh from everyone.
"Yeah, I just bet you would. Actually, I have the problem already solved, but it won't be here for another month. I'll have to check with the Ford dealer to see if they have something I can rent until my new Flex comes in."
"Well, the offer's still open, Max, if you change your mind."
"George, stop that. You're embarrassing me," Nancy scolded as she slapped the back of his head. "I'm sorry, Max, I don't know what's come over him."
"No worries, Nancy. If our places were swapped, I'd be making the same offer," I laughed.
Ding!
Tom yelled, "Incoming!" which gathered another laugh from everyone.
"Good timing for the food to show up, right at the end of the nickel tour."
"Wait just a darn minute, Max, I paid a quarter. Where's my change, dang it?" asked Joy.
We headed back into the house and as we passed the boys' rooms, I hollered, "Boys, wash faces and hands and come eat." That was followed by a resounding cheer from all four. When we got back to the living room, Carol was already waiting at the door. I met her there and pulled out my wallet to pay for our pizzas and breadsticks. Joe rang the bell and we let him in. He handed the food to Carol while I settled the bill him, including a generous tip to him for making the delivery.
"Thanks Mr. Sanders, appreciate it. Enjoy your supper."
"We will Joe, thanks again for making a delivery. I'll try to not make habit out of it."
"You keep tipping like this, I'll deliver every night. See you later." He hopped in his car and headed out.
When the boys came in to the kitchen, I had them set the table for everyone after getting the plates out of the cabinet for T.J.. Joey and Alex asked everyone what they wanted to drink, fixed them and set them on the table. We were soon ready to sit and chow down.
"That's quite the little work crew you've got there, Max. I wish our kids were that helpful," Nancy commented.
"I started that this morning with breakfast, I asked for the boys to help set the table and they were happy to do so. They did the same at lunch, also."
"I still wish our kids would help like that."
"Well, Nancy, when I was growing up, our parents instilled in me and my siblings that we had to work together to live together. I intend to pass that on to these guys."
"Can I send our kids out for a week or two this summer and see if you can work a miracle with them?" laughed George.
"I can't promise a miracle George, but I'd be happy to do what I can." The rest of the meal passed quietly and when the boys had emptied their plates, they took their dishes to the sink, rinsed and stacked them. Then, they came back to take the adults' dishes and do the same thing.
Nancy commented, "Oh, yeah, our kids are definitely coming out sometime this summer."
We all laughed, including the boys.
T.J. asked, "Can they really come out. Even though I'm not going to be living with you any longer, I'd still like to be friends with them. We always had fun together."
"I'm sure we can work something out T.J.," I said. "I don't want you to lose your friends just because you live here now. After all, we have the pool and the trails and lots of other things to do out here. They might enjoy the occasional visit. Why don't you guys keep sorting Mike and T.J.'s things and we'll get stuff put away in a little bit."
"Okay, Max. See y'all later." Alex said as they turned and headed down the hall.
"Max, you are one lucky son-of-a-gun," Paul said. "And those are four lucky boys, too." He turned to Joy and said, "Dear, I think it's time we head for home and let Max help his sons get organized."
"Paul, what you just said, `his sons', I really like the sound of that. I hope I get used to it."
"Oh, you will, don't worry. C'mon Joy."
Nancy was next with, "I think George and I will be on our way also, Max. You have a lot of organizing to do and we'll just be in the way. Thanks for supper and good luck. You're going to need it."
"Thanks to all of you for helping out today. I really appreciate it and if we can ever do anything for you, just let me know. Paul, I'll be in touch after a while about counseling for Mike." I shook hands all around and reminded my new friends not to be strangers. As I turned around to head back to the others, I found Carol and Brian standing behind me with their coats and Carol's bag. "You two are leaving, also?" I asked.
"Yeah, Max, you have plenty to deal with at the moment and we don't need to be in your way, either," Carol said.
"But aren't you staying tonight, Carol?"
"That was the original plan, but the way things happened today, I really don't need to since we've approved the adoption and this paperwork transfers legal custody and guardianship of all four boys to you. I think you have everything under control."
"Yeah, right, that remains to be seen. Carol, I don't I'll ever be able to adequately thank you for your help."
"No need, Max, it's my job and we have a good result. Don't worry, you'll be just fine. I'll stay in touch with some follow-up visits, but I'll give you a couple days' notice before showing up."
"I'll look forward to it." I turned to Brian and said, "Brian it was a pleasure to meet you and I want to thank you for helping me at the Mueller's today. Sorry for picking on you about your size, but that's Carol's fault for not warning me." Carol and Brian both chuckled.
"Yeah, she does that a lot with folks, loves to see their reaction when I show up."
"Well, thanks again. You two enjoy your day off tomorrow. We'll see you later." Carol and Brian turned and headed to their cars to leave.
I closed the front door and turned around to find Tom still sitting on the couch with what appeared to be a rather pensive look on his face. I walked over and sat next to him, which seemed to rouse his from his thoughts.
"Looks like it just you, me and the boys, Tom."
"Yeah, it does."
"What's up, Tom, you seem a bit lost?"
"I'm not sure Max, can we talk?"