Tatawaw

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Chapter 16 - Some sad news

For a week, Janek doesn't let anyone touch him. I don't mean touch his genitals. I mean touch him. Period. When one of our regulars, the man from Rocklin, arrives and asks for Janek specifically, Comley tells him he is "indisposed" this week. The guest sends Janek a big "get well soon" mylar balloon, and enjoys his stay with obedient little Adrian.

We keep a careful eye on Janek, just as we do any lad who's going through a trying time in his young life. We're glad when he resumes wanking; that's a positive sign. However, instead of stopping when he gets a hardon, like he used to, he now keeps beating his Polish monkey until he gets the "tingles." He has discovered a whole new aspect of masturbating he'd never known about. And he enthusiastically begins sleeping with men again, screaming every time they bring him over the edge. If his dry orgasms are this intense, we can't wait to see what his wet ones will be like!

It is the day after Valentine's Day, which this year is also Family Day here in Alberta. It is the height of our ski season, and every room is booked. Very few of our boys are at the staff table for breakfast, and there are so many absentees at school that the few remaining (the four teenagers, Shumba, Chip, Tito and Vasily, who turned thirteen last month) declare it a school holiday and hit the slopes. The faculty can't argue with their logic. But Comley asks the guests to release their boys for supper on Monday so at least we can celebrate that meal as a family.

Pierre prepares a special feast. Just as he is serving his famed bavarian pies for dessert, Comley gets a page from Marshall. Later we learn why Old George was missing from the family celebration. After supper, the young boys return to their guests, and Comley gathers the staff along with the teenagers for a special meeting.

"I have some sad news, Men. This evening, Old George was busy repairing the ceiling fixture in room 42 when he fell off the ladder. Marshall witnessed it, thank God, and summoned the EMTs from the village. They found him still unconscious. It turns out, he didn't just fall. He passed out and collapsed. They are now rushing him to the hospital in Edmonton. I know some of you aren't very religious, but for what it's worth, I'm asking everyone to say a prayer for this wonderful man."

In the morning, the young boys learn the news, and the mood in our classroom is somber. Not knowing what else to do, we write him get well wishes. We give Comley the letters along with Janek's balloon, before the boss takes off for the long ride to the hospital.

It is late at night when Comley gets back. He stops by my room, as Vasily and I are finishing our fuck.

"No, don't bother getting dressed. I just wanted to tell you how things are. The doctors' diagnosis is this. Old George had a blood sugar level of 498, and apparently went into diabetic shock."

Vasily is worried. "I didn't know he had diabetes."

"No one did. Including Old George. But shit, we should have seen it coming. We all knew about his massive sweet tooth, and of course he was overweight and always tired and all. But hindsight is always clearer. Anyway, there's something else, and Vasily, what I tell you now has to stay in this room." We both listen carefully, for it sounds like even worse news is coming.

"Old George doesn't have much will to fight this. He says he's lived long enough already. Shit, the guy's only 54 for God's sake." Vasily and I look at each other. Everyone assumed the man was in his seventies at least. "He says he's done everything he ever wanted to and it's time to make room on this earth for someone else. I told him he was full of shit, but I don't think I convinced him much."

"What can we do?"

"I'm not sure how much we can do, other than show him our love. I'm going to send one staff member and one boy to Edmonton each day to visit him. Vasily, if you want to, you can go tomorrow with Doc. I'm hoping he might give us some insight." Not many people know that our science teacher, Doc, actually was a medical doctor before coming to Tatawaw, a pediatrician. He was brought up before his provincial ethics committee on a morals charge and lost his license. Apparently, he had a hidden camera in his examining room and used it to amass an array of kiddy porn. He can't practice medicine any more, but at least he will know what questions to ask at the hospital.

"Now, Vasily, when you visit George, you can't let on I told you about his feelings. I'm not planning to tell anyone else. You understand?"

"Yes Sir." Vasily shows a maturity beyond his years.

When Vasily and Doc return Tuesday evening, Comley and I meet with them. Old George is still not improving. His doctors are very concerned.

On Wednesday, Pierre and Travis are dispatched to the hospital. Pierre feels terrible, blaming himself for putting so much temptation in front of George.

On Thursday, I take Hermie for the long trip. Comley hopes that maybe the little boys might be able to work some magic. It is the first time Hermie has been away from Tatawaw since he arrived. The last time we drove this route, it was pitch black and he was sound asleep. Now he is wide awake, taking in all the scenery.

"Is Old George going to get better, Larry?"

"We all hope so, Hermie. If he wants to get better, I'm sure he will." I wonder if perhaps I said too much.

"I hope so too, Larry." Hermie is unusually quiet for the trip east. He points to a hawk and asks me what kind of bird it is. I start a game of I Spy with him, but he soon loses interest, so we drive most of the way to the hospital in silence. It's eerie.

When he sees George, however, he is his bubbly self. "We seen a hawk this morning, George. When you look out that window, do you see birds, George? I bet you do. Larry teach me this great game call I Spy. He say I spy the letter A and then I gotta see what he means and I know he can't see my asshole so I look and then I see a arrow on a sign and I'm right and then we do B. It was lots fun. Last night I slept Mr. Haas. He's from Holland and he's got a pretty big cock but it don't taste as good as yours, George. You see what I'm wearing? It's the sweater you give me for Christmas. It's my favorite present." I wonder if George realizes it's the first time the kid has put it on since boxing day. Hermie keeps up his banter and George is laughing, which I take to be positive.

"Señor Larry, can you leave me and George alone for a while? I gotta tell him a secret." I go out to get a cup of coffee. When I come back, Hermie is kissing George goodbye. "See you real soon, George. Remember our secret, OK?"

"I will, Hermie. I'll remember."

Before we leave Edmonton, we eat the picnic lunch Pierre sent with us. We make the usual pit stop in Edson; we both need to use the john bad. As we stand peeing into the toilet from opposite sides, I see Hermie grinning. "What did you say to George when I was out of the room?"

"Can't tell you. It's our secret. Hehehe." As he giggles, his stream flops around and catches my pants. "Oops, sorry, Larry, hehehe."

"You know you called me Señor Larry at the hospital."

"Really? I guess I forgot. Sorry."

"No. I don't mind." We zip up, and after filling the gas tank, we head back home.

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