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Scotland the Brave Chapter 8 By Jonah
I don't believe I exaggerate when I say that that night was one of the longest of my life.
It was impossible to sleep with the jailbait lying on the other side of the bed. He was darkly handsome, naked and beautiful, and he was fifteen. He had even given me permission to molest him -- which was not going to happen. He was gay and he was gorgeous.
I lay with my back to him and, other than planting the soles of his feet on my calves, he respected the distance that I maintained.
"Why Jonah?"
It was still dark, and I had no idea what time it was. I fielded the question straight back to him.
"Why Geordie?"
"Why what?"
"Why do you think that you're so worthless that I might as well take whatever I want?"
"I always have been. That's why."
I turned to face him.
"Good, " I said. "I'm glad we got that sorted out. I'll answer your question now. You're not, so I won't."
"Huh! Nobody else.............."
"Don't talk -- listen. Geordie there are two, perhaps three people, out of the billions of people in this world who think that you are worthless. Those two, or perhaps three people have difficulty locating the relative whereabouts of the rectum and the synovial union of the humerus, the radius and the ulna."
It was good to hear the giggle from the other side of the bed.
Jonah?" he said at length.
"What?"
"That, synobial whatever..... does that mean "elbow" by any chance?"
"Yes, it does, but don't tell your mother. She thinks hers is for sitting on."
The giggle was there again. He wriggled closer and I could feel flesh on flesh.
"You can just wriggle back again young man."
"But why?"
"You want me to tell you why what is not going to happen is not going to happen?"
"Uh huh!" he said, without moving.
I rolled on to my back. Our legs and feet remained in contact, but nothing else.
"OK," I told the ceiling, "but I'm going to tell you a few other things first. Firstly, you are not worthless. I know what you are, and worthless isn't amongst it. You are handsome, kind, loving, enthusiastic, beautiful -- at least in the eyes of somebody like me, and Simon, and you as well for that matter; loyal, sincere, sexy even. Let's see.... Nope. No "worthless" in there anywhere. Geordie, since you are not worthless, I'm not going to treat you as if you are. I am going to treat you as you deserve -- with respect. Not just the respect that the law demands that I treat you with -- that wears out in a few years, but the respect to which you are entitled, and which you need. Any more questions?"
"Uh uh!"
I reached across him, which resulted in more skin on skin contact but it was unavoidable. This time the kiss on the forehead ended up, in the darkness, being on the bridge of his nose.
"Then go to sleep, " I told him.
It was daylight. Geordie and I had not rolled into contact again during the remainder of the night. This was not surprising as we were separated by a huge Pyrenean mountain dog.
I rolled over and threw an arm across her back, only to find, perhaps unsurprisingly, that Geordie had an arm flung across her as well. Lady did not complain.
"Wakey,wakey! Rise and shine!" said the master of the house, placing two cups of tea beside the bed.
"Thank you Fergus," I said as the door closed behind him.
As soon as he was gone Geordie rolled out of bed and climbed over me to reach his tea.
"I don't know if I can shine," I remarked as the naked Adonis clambered over me, "but I've already risen."
"Simon said you'd got a filthy mind," he remarked.
"I need to have a word with Simon," I responded. "He's right though, I get it from my children, and their acquaintances."
Well the naked Adonis joined us in our morning showers and, bright and sparkling (and no longer naked, I hasten to add), joined us in putting away the bubble and squeak and rich porridge that Janet placed before us. We insisted that we needed to say goodbye to Fergus and Janet at the back door, since it didn't make sense for them to struggle along the railway. The goodbyes were soon said and with luggage and dog in hand, we scrambled up the embankment for the last time.
The HST drew into the platform just as we reached it. We quickly found ourselves a seating bay. Geordie stood in the aisle as he would be getting off in a few minutes.
"I'm going to miss you all," he said.
The Highland snowscape was flying past quite fast, but Geordie maintained his equilibrium. I suppose if he can fire rocking and bucking steam locos, he should't have any trouble keeping upright on an HST.
"We're going to miss you too, Geordie," I told him, "but the McAndrews have our address. We can still keep in touch. I'm sure we'll meet again soon."
"I hope so," he said as the train slowed for Aviemore. He picked his way to the door. When he alighted on the platform we waved through the window. We kept waving until the train whisked us away Southwards.
"What if his mother really DOES kick him out," said Luke.
"Luke," replied Simon. "I've only one thing to say to you. People who listen to other people's conversations never hear anything good about themselves."
The End.