Date: Mon, 05 Dec 2016 01:04:34 +0000
From: honey_im_back@hushmail.com
Subject: The world can turn up[side down, Part 9

The World Can Turn Upside Down!
Part 9 The World Moves On!
By Peter Pumpkin Eater!

This is a work of fiction; any similarity with places, people and events in
the real world is coincidence. If you are not old enough to read this then
why the hell are you still here?

Remember, this is fiction, not real, I do not condone the sexual abuse of
minors, do not go out and try anything you read here in the real world. All
actors in this tale were over 18 at the time of printing!

In response to criticism received I would like to point out that this is
fiction, and events and technologies may or may not have been around at the
time this is set, somewhere around the 1970's and 80's with perhaps some
newer stuff as well. It's not meant to be an historical work, so please do
not get upset if I get it wrong! And please, all the Cunning linguists
amongst you, I can just about understand Dutch, but I have relied on Google
to translate foreign languages. If there are mistakes please just accept
them and get back to pleasuring yourselves as you read this the final
chapter of Peter and Douglas's tale!

Thanks to all of my readers who have been emailing me while I sorted out
some personal matters, and who have hung on faithfully waiting for the end
of the story!

Whilst some of my writing may be influenced by things that happened to me
as a kid, this is NOT my autobiography, and if any of the people who know
me from back then think that they recognize themselves, it is just a
coincidence! Any TV shows mentioned in this story are fictitious and any
similarity to real TV shows past or present, or similarity with the actions
or alleged actions of any TV presenter living or dead is also coincidence!

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- Denis H. 1920 to 2000.

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From Chapter 8

Later Ross told me that as we sat in the car, a strange feeling came over
him, and he saw as a tear that was running down my cheek suddenly
disappeared, as if wiped away by a hidden hand! We returned to the farm,
where a number of people gathered and the grown-ups had a drink, while we
kids all crowded together on the sofa. I don't remember too much more about
the day, and must have gone to bed at some stage as I woke the next
morning, in bed with my 4 brothers!

Chapter 9
The World moves on!

After the funeral Ross and I enjoyed the company of our 3 Dutch brothers,
the pool was in constant use and many St Johns Cadets called round. Those
who felt comfortable swam naked, those who didn't wore at least underwear,
which usually, not being designed as swim wear, fell off! Even some of the
cadets parents came and swam nude, once they found out that no one was
bothered either way! Once more we had the sad journey to the airport, to
send Mama and the triplets home, but we were confident that Christmas was
not too far off, and we were going to celebrate in style!

School was also about to begin, Dad had at first wanted me to go to a
private school nearby, which would offer the choice of boarding if he
needed to go away at any time. Ross and I rebelled and he got us tested and
entered in a local State run school, which had a fantastic reputation, plus
almost all of our friends were pupils there too! Neither of us was looking
forward too much to starting the new school, and after the obligatory
uniform shop we had a last trip out with the 3 boats,taking a couple of
cadets along on each boat to act as crew. We stayed overnight and on our
return made everything ready for the first official guests, due in a couple
of weekends time.

The first day of term, after the Summer Holidays is always difficult, going
to a new school makes it harder still, but the events of the first hour
scared the shit out of me!

Because of our age difference Ross and I were in different year groups,
though we knew that we would see each other at breaks and in the Lunch
Hall. School started, as it always did in the UK back then, with an
assembly, a semi religious service where in some schools the Head would
officiate and lead prayers, in other school, like ours, the RE (Religious
Education) teacher was also an ordained minister, so he lead the very
generalised religious part. The school hymn, a feature of British School
life, up until someone decided that hymns and prayers might offend some,
was sung, and then the Head stood for announcements.

It was as he stood that deepest dread overtook my heart; I recognised
someone on the stage with the teachers, Judge Alistaire Sanquhar. Oh God,
what's going on now I thought, surely he can't say anything about me?

The head spoke for a moment and then said "I'd like to introduce one of our
School Governors, Judge Alistaire Sanquhar, who would like to say a few
words about our supported charity this year!

"Thank you Headmaster!" Alistaire said, shuffling his papers. "As the Head
indicated I am a Judge in the courts, and get to meet some pretty nasty
people. The good side is I am able to make sure that those who are proven
to be bad people are taken off the streets and locked away, in the hope
that some of them will learn and return to the 'straight and narrow'. I
also meet some very special people too, and one of them is here today, a
new student at our wonderful school! For reasons I won't go into after a
dreadful mix up Peter Carling, the new boy I mentioned, was in my court
room, he had done nothing wrong, and his Uncle, who was the defendant, had
also done nothing wrong. Someone full of hate and malice told some lies
about Peter's Uncle, lies which had to be answered in court. As I said the
matter was cleared up very quickly, and Peter is living back with his
Uncle, a very special man, by all accounts." He then looked at me directly
and asked; "Peter, may I please explain why you live with your Uncle? Many
other students know already, but it may just save you from having to
explain it a hundred times as people ask you!"

I stood and nodded, "Yes Sir, please do!", sitting again and wiping a tear
from my eye. I was sitting between 2 St Johns cadets who knew what was
coming and who wrapped their arms round my shoulders.

"Peter's parents had died a week before I met him, and he was going through
the worst time you could imagine. Despite this he was brave and very mature
in my court, asking me to be lenient on the woman who caused him to be
there, through her lies. Peter also made some very sound suggestions as to
how to use the fine and the compensation that resulted from the whole
fiasco. Social Services wanted to buy 2 narrow boats, to allow children in
care, some of whom have no parents, or whose parents are not able to look
after them, to experience holiday's on the canals. The fund to purchase
these boats was making slow progress, but was no where near enough to buy
even one boat, let alone cover the running costs. As a result of things
Peter said and did the fund suddenly had enough to buy the 2 boats needed,
and I am sure many of you saw on the News, or on the Children's TV show Red
Paul, the launching and bringing home of the 2 new boats? The charitable
fund to run and maintain the boats is called 'The Peter Carling Trust' and
this is to be our Charity of the year. I would ask you all, students and
staff alike, to think of new ways to raise money for this excellent cause
over the next year. I have spoken to the headmaster, and to Sir Douglas Mc
Pherson, Peter's 'dad' and we are organizing field trips for each year
group on the new boats, to cover various subjects, including Geography,
History and Science. Although the trips will be free of cost to you, I
would like to ask that those who can make a donation to help keep the boats
running. Letters will be sent out to parents in due course. Thank you all
for your patience, enjoy the new School Year, and I sincerely hope never to
see any of you at my place of work!" His final comment triggered laughter
and applause.

School matters were quickly dealt with and the drudgery that is school life
started for us all.

Peters story of course went on, the boats were used to the fullest and a
year later a third boat, Swaantje, was added to the fleet. They also
entertained social workers from other counties, who came to see how the
project worked, as well as a number of further TV appearances. Ross did
well at school and went to serve an apprenticeship as a marine mechanic at
the boat yard where the 3 charity boats were built before joining the Navy
where he rose through the ranks as a Marine Engineer leaving after 22 years
as a Chief Petty Officer. He married one of the St Johns Cadets, and they
had 5 children! The triplets went separate ways, Michi became a welder,
Steff took up ice hockey, and became a pro player before injuries forced
him to retire and go into teaching. Thomi met a really nice guy from
Amsterdam, and they got married, fostering more than 60 children over the
years and adopting 3. They also opened an adventure holiday business,
catering solely for kids, offering boating holidays on traditional Dutch
Sailing barges (yes they are called barges in that case).

Douglas adopted Ross and Peter and fostered more than a dozen more lost
boys while continuing to run the Peter Carling Trust far into his late
80's.

Peter? He served, much to Douglas's chagrin, in the Army before becoming an
IT specialist before moving into security work. As the times moved on he
too was able to foster kids, and developed a passion for animals, having
both dogs and horses.

Peters Uncle Erich was eventually caught abusing kids, both boys and girls,
and pimping them out to a rich client base in the south of England. He was
unable to serve his full sentence in jail as he met with a series of
unfortunate accidents, landing him in a wheelchair, paralysed from the
waist down, perhaps a fitting end for a man who's one interest in life was
exploiting children's bodies from the waist down!

Thank you for reading this, and for all the kind comments I have
received. Writing this, and my other stories has, at times, been painful
but in the hope that publishing it might just help stop some kid somewhere
from getting into an abusive situation has been worth the tears!