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Subject: Heatwave in the City Chapter 20 This is a work of fiction. Everybody in it is entirely my own creation. Don’t even think of suing me for putting you in a story, because I haven’t. If you happen to be resident in one of the places mentioned, or to belong to any of the institutions mentioned, don’t even think about telling me I haven’t portrayed them accurately. Work of fiction. The name of the institution only occurs because it is common knowledge so I couldn’t get away with pretending it was otherwise. If I’ve borrowed your Church, school, police station, laundrette – I haven’t. I’ve merely used the name on the building because people walk past and see it every day. Work of fiction. None of the people in the story exist, so none of the things that happen in the story can have happened to them. The world, however, is the one exception to this – the world which has in it so many wonderful people that writing fiction of this sort becomes an obligation – for me; not for everybody. You’ll have found your own place in the scheme of things, and can be wonderful in your own way. This is a story of love. It isn’t a story of sex, though that might get mentioned. There is no pornography here. Some of it is cross-generational, but it isn’t about perverted love either. Some is what nowadays is termed “gay”, but the same applies. If you think you might be offended by that, the time to go and read something else is now. Still reading? Then enjoy, and remember, you don’t pay to read these stories, but it does cost Nifty money to bring them to you. Please consider donating to Nifty fty/donate.html Heatwave in the City by Jonah Chapter 20 It was a warm night and, in anticipation of several boys staying over, Jake had inflated airbeds and dumped them on the TV room floor. He and Liam curled up on the sofa, but the rest of us were spread on the floor, and were content to be so. To see Christopher snuggle up with Simon was to wonder how he ever slept when Simon wasn’t there. Ning seemed to share his affections, probably because Liam, being on the sofa, was out of reach. Luke – well you can guess. Peter and Kori seemed very intimate. I was a little surprised at that, while Simon was there (particularly since Neil was also there), but they had obviously worked that one out. Garrett slept the other side of Neil and Riku didn’t seem to want to settle in any one place. I could guess what he had on his mind. My Peter had found himself a spot on the other side of me, but the other way round. That might have been because he wanted his feet attending to, or it might have been the only way he could get between Neil and I. I notice these pairings look very formal when I write them down, but they weren’t like that. I don’t think anybody was thinking that way. We were just sleeping. Well I was. It’s hard to say what everybody else was up to, particularly Riku, but who cares? Whatever the past had been, the here and now was good. We slept contentedly. Jake deliberately let trabzon escort us lie-in on Friday morning, because he knew we had a long flight in front of us later on. I say Jake let us sleep-in, but of course, there was somebody else there who couldn’t. I don’t believe Kori has ever slept-in in his life. I woke soon after day break because the airbed on which I was lying was deflated. A quick check told me that the other airbeds were too. Sabotage! I rose and showered and then put on boxers and a shirt. I walked outside just in time to see three butt-naked boys about to mount three horses. The horses, being saddled, obviously had more of modesty about them than the boys had. I beckoned Liam, who happened to be nearest. “We’re just exercising the horses,” he explained, un-necessarilly, as he walked across. “That’s fine Liam, but those saddles are going to chafe your bare bottom something horrible. You’ll be very uncomfortable for days, and you’ve got a long flight tonight. A pairs of boxers, at least, would be good.” “Yessir!” he responded then, turning to the others he shouted. “We’ve got to put pants on – our butts’ll get sore.” The other boys simply left their horses and walked towards the house. “Yessir, Mr. Cummings, Sir,” said Kori, ” I shoulda thought of that.” I felt a heel for even mentioning it, but I had to tell them – didn’t I? Simon walked past without even a glance in my direction. Sadly, I followed them back as far as the kitchen, where I put the kettle on. It had just boiled when three, more modestly attired boys passed through to the yard. Not a word was spoken. I took my cup of tea to the TV room. I had intended to take it outside, but I didn’t want to spoil their fun more than I already had done. Jake sat up to make room for me on the sofa. “Kori?” he said, reading my thoughts. “No, I think its all three of them,” I replied. “It’s their time,” he said. “I don’t interfere, but perhaps it’s time somebody did.” “Well I have now,” I said. He smiled, then I sat back and pensively sipped my tea, while he got up to make coffee. There was no stir from any of the others in the room. Neil was snoring softly, but nobody else was awake to care. A lot of naked flesh was spread out before me, but that was just the outside appearance. I was surrounded by good people who I loved. They were asleep now, breathing gently in turn, but they would soon awake and share themselves – exercise the power to hurt, to soothe, to make life hard or easy, to love. Sitting, as I was, in the TV room I didn’t see the terrible trio return and rush to the shower, but some time later I did notice a fully clad teenager park himself beside me and silently put an arm around my shoulder. I noticed his friend seat himself the other side of me and I noticed Liam climb onto my lap. “Aren’t you a little old to be sitting on people’s laps?” I inquired. He looked me full in the face, gave a beautiful smile, shyly shook his head, then rested that self-same tunalı escort head upon my breast. I rested my cheek on his little head, savouring the smell of strawberry and still-damp hair. Simon gave me a quick peck on the cheek then got up and mouthed the word “breakfast”. Kori got up and left the room with him, leaving me sitting and cuddling Liam. I suspected the boy had fallen asleep. I didn’t care. Eventually Kori came back. “Breakfast’s nearly ready,” he said. Suddenly Liam was wide awake. I nearly laughed out loud at the sudden transition. “I’m gonna make toast,” he said. Kori shook his head. “Porridge and bacon sandwiches,” he said. “Jake says we’ve got to use up the bread, or it’ll be stale when we get back.” He looked at Liam and recognised the dark cloud that had suddenly crossed his little brother’s sunny countenance. “You can do toasted bacon sandwiches if you like,” he said. The cloud vanished. Kori had not exactly aligned himself with Jake’s strategy of not waking people till he had to. There were stirrings anyway. It was not long before the assembled masses started to rise, shower, dress and report for breakfast. Packing became the order of the day. Dragging Luke’s big case from under the bed brought back memories for me. I glanced at Riku and was startled to realise that it had done the same for him. Our eyes met, briefly, because he suddenly wanted to look elsewhere. Here, I realised, was another boy who would always remember me as the Grinch that spoiled Christmas. I walked over and ruffled his impeccably straight, black hair. A light punch to his shoulder caused him to turn and hug me, though it didn’t surprise me that one hand was at my crotch. He was exploring me through the fabric of my trousers and underpants. I let him do it for a few seconds before I bent down close to his ear and whispered, “Work to do Riku.” The proximity of my face enabled him to give me a quick peck on the cheek before he smiled brilliantly, then ran from the room, leaving me to get on with what I had been doing. Mrs. Ning turned up and began doing something in the kitchen. I had a suspicion that Jake was going to have to get used to that. It would probably be happening a lot. We carried on packing things. When it became apparent that we would need several aircraft, we began unpacking things. Then Liam and Kori discovered yet more things that they couldn’t possibly fly to England without. I left Jake to explain that they could only take them if they identified other things that they didn’t need. That sounded like a recipe for ending up with a pile of toys, but no clothes or toiletries, but I still left it to Jake. It was his turn to be the Grinch. Ning appeared to tell us that lunch was ready. His mother had been manufacturing what looked like cornish pasties, though with a thinner pastry. They turned out to be large spicy samosas which she served up with baked beans. It was easy to tell that she wasn’t coming on an aeroplane tunceli escort with us. Never-the-less it was good. Slices of bread and butter helped it down after which Kori made tea. Yori and Mrs. Plover put in an appearance soon after lunch. they had come to collect their respective offspring and wish us a safe journey. There were a few tears before they took their children away, and not all from the children either, but we all parted knowing that there were good friends around the world, and life holds no terrors when you can say that. I just wished that we could get governments to understand what we knew. Shortly after two Jake got us all into the minibus. The pastor arrived on cue. Apparently he was coming to bring the minibus back. Then it was a hurried goodbye to Neil, and we were on our way. Our flight was at six o clock so we had plenty of time to get to Logan Airport. Just as well since the Pastor was driving. For a start he shunned the interstate and headed North to join MA 2. then wound his way Westward. On a map, this is a shorter route, but it doesn’t seem like it. I’d like to say it’s a prettier route, but most roads in New England are green corridors anyway. Eventually we were winding our way through the maze that is Boston (I’ve been to Boston, Lincolnshire – same applies), and the tunnels and flyovers that lead to Logan Airport. There was a lot of unloading of luggage in the airport car-park, then it was time to say goodbye to our friend, the pastor, and get ourselves checked in. This time there was little shopping. Our luggage had been checked in and our carry-ons were full to busting. Kori and Liam soon identified that Jake and I had more room in our flight bags. They also remembered that it would be a folly to approach either of us. We had both put our foot down earlier, and they weren’t going to take chances. Eventually I took pity, but not to that extent. “Don’t worry Kori,” I told him. “We have shops in England too.” You can imagine, that went down like a lead balloon. Well you’d imagine wrong. These boys were setting off on an adventure, and a little set-back was not going to dampen their spirits. Kori had got himself a copy of “Civil Aircraft Markings” and was going to make good use of it. Before long we were in the observation lounge and Kori had to identify everything that took off or landed, but that couldn’t last long. Soon our flight was called and we were off to the departure gate. No tears this time – they were coming with us. This was going to be one interesting flight. TO BE CONTINUED If you’ve enjoyed this story, you’ll probably enjoy other stories in this series by the same author. This is the latest in a series that includes “A letter from America”, “Stranger on a train,” “Marooned”, “the Boston Tea Party”, “Immigrant,” and “A Cantabrian Operetta”, all the foregoing are on Nifty’s Adult/Youth site. “The Pen Pals” is on Young Friends. You might also like “A Neglected Boy”, by Jacob Lion, also on Adult/Youth. You can find links to all these stories, as well as some illustrations on Jacob Lion’s website bly/jonah-stories.html My thanks go to Jacob for providing this facility as well as for his kind and generous support without which I would never have written any of them.

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