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Subject: The box part nine Part nine That night Kris didn’t come into my bed – he was in it from when we went to bed. I wasn’t going to send his off to his own room as we were so loved up. I haven’t had an emotion like that for some years and couldn’t get enough of it. I wanted to eat Kris up he was so delicious. Kris kissed me so many times as we go into bed I lost count but was hungry for more. Eventually tired out we cuddled to sleep. The next day it was obvious that something was on Kris’ mind. He was holding me so close that to get any closer he would have had to climb into my skin. His beautiful smile was missing, there was a hint if a tear in his eye and his mouth was showing a slight tremor. ‘Oh baby, what’s the matter?’ I asked him ‘I don’t want to go to school tomorrow, Daddy! I want to stay here with you.’ So that was it, the same thoughts were in the minds of every 10 year old after the holidays and I must admit, I was not looking forward to a day without him at my side. ‘I know how you feel Kris, but school is something you have to do. Then when you finish school, it’s college. Then you have to go to work. That’s the way life goes. ‘ Kris let out a long and deep sigh. ‘Yes, I suppose so.’ he said gloomily ‘Don’t forget, Noel will be with you too.’I reminded him. He cheered up a little at the mention of his angel brother,thought for a minute then added to my astonishment, ‘Maybe Rani will be there too!’ ‘Ok, I need to ask, who is Rani?’ ‘She’s my angel sister! We were made together!’ ‘OK, like Noel?’ ‘Yes, three angels, three faces, for three Daddies in this city. You know that, Daddy, you read it in the book’ ‘Did I?’ I queried, startled.( I checked later, he was right!) ”Yes, another of your friends wanted a little girl, so Rani was made for him!’ Now my mind was working overtime. The name Rani, I knew from my Indian colleagues in the hospital, was Hindi for Queen. Though I knew people of all colours and nationalities in the hospital where I had worked, I couldn’t think if any of those people could possibly fit into the category. as far as I knew, they all had lovely children already. Kris had settled down, obviously thinking of spending the day at school with Noel and the mysterious Rani. Cuddled into my side, he was purring again ( the sounds he makes when contented) The City where I lived was quite cosmopolitan nowadays, but back in my childhood, other races were few and far between. There were a few of Chinese descent, who ran splendid shops and resturants. I only knew the one Indian boy, Advik, whose family has moved to England when he was just four. They ran a shop and Indian resturant. Advik used to bring tasty morsels to share with his friends at school and was enormously popular as a result. His father and mother were very hard working and their business empire grew and became famous for imports of Indian spices and foods, which fuelled the increasing taste for curries and the like in England. I liked Advik, with his light brown skin and dark eyes that were like deep pools. I hadn’t seen him for many years, since before I joined the Navy. I believe he went off to University somewhere. Could he be the father of the third angel child? Morning came as a shock and the alarm clock was a bigger shock, as usual we rose and showered and I paid attentioon to the details so that my son was totally cleaned, polished and detailed. I was so proud to walk with him the shorts distance to the City School. Halfway there we joined up with Paul and Noel and as usual Noel tried to do a demolition job on Kris, but he failed, stripping over a loose block in the walkway. His Dad, Paul, was clumsy at the same age and the old saying, ‘Like father, like son’ really held good. The interesting thing was that Noel never sustained even the smallest cut or injury, though his former smart appearance was now slightly dishevelled. Paul applied a few finishing touches and the two boys walked in front of us, arm in arm. At the school our boys gave us a kiss and hug and went in the door, pausing to wave at the doorway. I turned to Paul, he, like me, had a tear in his eye. ‘Come on then, Paul, let’s get a coffee!’ I told him. Just along the street was one of the coffee houses, so common nowadays and so all the same.’ Silly Costa Fewbucks’ or similar. We ordered out coffees and looked for a table to sit at, though it was quite busy, mostly with parents of the schoolkids, we sat down at bahçelievler escort a high shelf like table and equally high stools. Paul showed a glimpse of his former self by rattling around before he got stable and thus comfortable. ‘So?’ asked Paul, ‘What do we do for the rest of the day then?’ ‘Sit here and drink coffee for six hours?’ I ventured. ‘That is tempting, but not what I envisaged!’ was the reply There was a sudden hand on my shoulder and I nearly fell off the stool in shock. ‘Fucksake!’ I uttered, then turned round to see a gentleman about our age, with dark skin and wearing a sharp suit. ‘Sorry’ offered the man, ‘But are you Commander Bailey and Commander Adams?’ ‘Royal Navy, retired’ Paul and I said in unison. ‘Do you remember me?’ asked the man, ‘I was at school with you, a long time ago now though.’ The coincidences had turned full circle, we knew who it was immediately. ‘Advik Dhalkhatti!’ we both exclaimed with great delight. Handshakes and hugs followed ,despite the Covid rules. This was a special moment of reunion after fifty years or so and we all spoke at once. Once the euphoria had subdued, we explained our current status, retired and lazy, enjoying the good life (Huh! What?) and our new sons. Advik told us that he knew there were two more angel children in the City and had seen us delivering the boys to the school. ‘How did you know about us?’I asked Advik. ‘Simple!’he replied’ It’s all in the book! I never scan through documents, I always read every last word!’ he replied as I remembered his attention to detail back in the day. ‘Rani is my deva, ‘Advik continued ,’the daughter I wanted, but my wife passed away too soon. It was cancer by the way, a terrible time.’ ‘So do you still work?’ Paul asked ‘Yes and no, ‘replied Advik, ‘My business is very big now and my sons run the day to day processes.’ So it was clear that Advik’s experience with life was very similar to Paul and I, but he had acquired a daughter to love and look after him. We sat far too long in the coffee house, bringing each other up to speed. Advik mentioned that he had done a business seach on the mysterious La BiAnChi and had failed to discover anything, but to be stonewalled on every means of enquiry. He added that the number plateon the DHL van disn’t appear on the DVA website either, just was noted as’reserved’. I mentioned that Paul and I were going to have our boys and ourselves tested to prove, or disprove, the DNA link. Advik was keen to follow our example and I told him to join us after the kids school day and come back to my house where he could meet Professor Genus who would carry out the tests and in complete secrecy. Back home on my own I grabbed my device and checked all the emails and crud that infest such things. One thing grabbed my attention, it was an invitation to the hospital where I used to work to promote the idea of a children’s centre for health and wellbeing. They were looking for recruits and volunteers, so I made a note to attend the meeting in a week’s time. Involvement in somthing like that could occupy my daytime hours whilst Kris was at school. I called Paul and told him about the scheme and he was interested too. Perhaps he would find a role there too. I ordered a Subway on the internet and before long the delivery driver was at the door. I was vaguely disappointed that it wasn’t the DHL driver to bring me a magical sandwich. But no, it was just the usual bland sub, delivered by a friendly but rather large woman on a rather small motorcyle. You can imaginee the sandwich on Star Trek, ‘It’s food Jim, but not as we know it.’ Another email was asking for my mooring rent at the marine where I kept my boat. It was great to have the boat, but rather a liability in the winter when it couldn’t really be used. I made a mental note to drive down the the south coast and check the boat out, the security at the marina was very good, but it was good to make sure the ctaft was still in good order. Besides, Kris would like the trip, I am sure. Paul also has his boat at the same place, so he and Noel may come too. I can’t imagine that Advik had a boat, but I may ask them too. a little socialising would be a new start for this year, now that my whole situation had changed, my wonderful boy and a reunion with my old school pals, I now looked forward with enthusiasm. At three fifteen I walked to the school to collect Kris. As expected, bakırköy escort Paul and Advik were stood chatting near the gates. At three thirty the bell rang and the peace was shattered by the rumble of little feet and the childrens chatter of release. A whirlwind almost like the Tasmanian Devil in the old Looney Tunes cartoons approached and revealed three beaming beautiful chattering ten year olds. After a chorus of ‘Daddy!’ and a flurry of hugs and kisses, we sorted ourselves out into family pairs. Kris, Noel and Rani were all talking together and it was impossible to make out much of what they were saying. Eventually, a sort of calm descended and Rani was almost torn in two by Kris and Noel who were keen to present their friend/sister/classmate to Paul and I at the same time. To prevent and disarticuluations Paul and I moved together to inspect the third angel face. Rani was the image of her father at the same age, No surprise there, as Kris and Noel were clones of Paul and I. Come to think of it, were they all clones? No doubt Prof Genus’ DNA tests may reveal something. Rani pulled bith of us down to her level and gave us a quick kiss on each of out cheeks. Excessive showing of affection in public is frowned upon in Indian cuture and although Advik had become naturally British, his business dealings with India and Sri Lanka meant he maintained a level of discretion. Rani was delightful, not only because of her incongruous green eyes but also her lovely Northern English inflection in her voice. Anyway, I told them about Prof Genus and that he was doing some research into the Covid pandemic and how he was doing some tests on parents and families and he was coming round to my house shortly to test us all. There was a collective moment of panic before I assured the three worried faces that it did not involve any needles and was similar to the Covid test that all schoolkids had at the beginning of each weel, so little more than they had experienced that morning upon arrival at school. ‘Yeuk!’ said Noel, ‘I didn’t like it, it made me sneeze!!’ ‘It made everbody sneeze!’ replied Rani and Kris in unison. It was interesting to note the affinity that Rani had with Noel and Kris . Whereas there seemd to be two working from the same script, now there were three. For a moment I pondered this and felt sorry for the class teacher at the school. Back home the kids tumbled into the house and Advik myself and Paul went and sat in the lounge and I prepared some tea and snacks. From upstairs came the commotion of the three ‘angels’ who had disappeared into Kris’ room. I still to this day can’t understand how they can all talk at once and still understand whet the others were saying. But I suppose we three adults were the same back in the day. The moment I had brought the tea and snacks into the room, the aroma must have reached the kids and a collective landslide descended the stairs. Once everyone was stocked up with cakes and tea (diet coke for the children) a certain calm enveloped the room. The sounds of munching and ‘Mmm’ was all you could hear, apart from the slurping of Diet Cola . I shouldn’t have bought the drinking straws. A few seconds later a knock on the door. Kris shot into the air and was well towards the front door before his glass stopped rattling on the table. I could hear Kris introducing himself to Prof Genus, rather formally I though, but very polite. Prof Genus was his title, but to me he was Gene ( short for Eugene) and we welcomed him in and I brought him some tea. ‘We did have some cakes, but they seem to have all gone!’ I told him looking pointedly at the children. They had the grace to turn red, including Rani. ‘Are you really a Professor,’queried Noel, ‘Like the ones on the science shows in TV?’ ‘Yes I am’, replied Gene, ‘My science is the study of diseases and germs and that sort of thing.’ ‘Eurgh!’ Said Rani.’It sounds horrible!’ ‘Well, it can be, but it is very interesting too. Especially at times like this when there is a pandemic’ ‘We need to know what causes it and try and find a way to stop it’ Gene continued. ‘I’ll be a professor of cakes!’ declared Kris, to which the others replied ‘Yaayyy!’ I could see Paul looking at Noel with an element of dread, I looked at Noel and could see he was thinking something over and wondered whether to ask the question or not. What the heck, he was 10 years old and balgat escort he did ask. Is you name really Gene Jeanus? Like the David Bowie song?’ The last gulp of Paul’s tea was now dribbling from his nose as he spluttered and coughed. Gene laughed, ‘My name is Eugene Victor Genus’, but my surname is pronouced Jennus !’ Noel didn’t bat an eye, but politely said thank you to Gene, then turned to attend to his crimson faced Daddy on the sofa, carefully wiping his face with some kitchen towel. I could see that the Professor was completely take by the three children and quietly told them what he was going to do, so as not to startle them. ‘Ok children, I’m firstly going to take your temperature!’ Rani asked, with all seriousness, ‘Is the thermometer going in my mouth or up my bum?’ ‘No neither of those’ Gene replied, ‘this is more hygienic digital thermometer called a Tympanic and I will put it in your ear instead!’ Did I detect alook of disappointment in their faces? Noel replied, ‘I wouldn’t want it in my mouth after it had been up Kris’s bum!’ There’s something delightful about a ten year old’s natural giggle and there were three in unison. ‘OK, alphabetical order! Kris first, Noel second and Rani third!’ As Kris sat up on the stool, Gene entered some details into his tablet. He put the disposable earpeice on the thermometer and inserted it in Kris’ear. The device bleeped and so did the tablet. ‘That tickled my ear!’ Said Kris, inserting his little finger and giving his ear a rattle. ‘This will tickle your nose!’ said Gene and inserted the test swab up each of Kris’s nostrils. Kris’s face went through a whole perertoire of expressions in a couple of seconds and Gene did his test. Suddenly Kris let out and explosive sneeze and coated the audience in cake crumbs. ‘well’ said Gene, ‘that will have cleared the way for the throat swab!’ which he gently probled Kris’ mouth and gullet. ‘Thank you young sir, that will be all’and Kris said thank you and returned to the seat. The same process was applied to Noel and Rani in turn, the only variation was Noel falling off the stool when he sneezed. Then Gene finished off some details on the tabled and put everything in his briefcase. The adults shook hands with the Professor and each of the children gave him a hug. Gene’s eyes glistened as he went out into the night. Job done, Paul and Advik stood up to go home. Noel came to me and hugged me and gave me a kiss. Strange, did he touch my package’ Then Rani did the same and again I felt a touch to my groin. I looked quizzically at Paul and Advik. They both gave me a slight nod, as to say, yes they did that, and I realised that Kris had done the same to them. The three children then merged into each other, metaphorically anyway, kissing and hugging their way to the door and said their goodbyes. Door closed and alone with my son, who I had missed like crazy for those few school hours. Instantly he was there, holding hugging and kissing me. After our meal ( a beef casserole I had prepared and cooked in the crockpot, we settled dodwn to some ‘us time’, Kris told me about his day at school, Noel and Rani featured frequently in the descriptions. Kris was all the world to me, but I was happy to hear that at school, he was just an ordinary boy. I was thinking about how the children had fondled us, there was no evident sexual intention, but was more of an intimate caress. I was a little confused by it all. At bedtime 9pm, I too was ready to sleep. Kris went into his room then reappeared in his pyjamas and indicated he wanted to sleep with me. I wasn’t going to deny him. He settled alongside my and I put my arm around him and rested my hand on his stomach. After a few seconds he took my hand and put it into his pyjama trousers an on his boyhood. Gently I fondled his penis and ball sack, not to excite him, just and gentle caress. I felt his left hand gently grasp the end of my penis as he had done before. Thus intimately connected, we fell into a contented sleep. IF you like this story, let us know at ail which we both share. I will try and reply to any comments ( as long as they aren’t offensive) . Thanks for reading. Part ten will follow, then there will be a pause, whilst Stefan works out where the story goes from here. He has another story in his mind that will probably be a little strange too. ……to be continued. Feedback to the story is great to get, we both share an email account for this purpose at ail Please stay safe and healthy and donate to Nifty. Don’t forget to show your love and support to Nifty by donating to them. 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