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Salvation - 29. Chapter 29

I went to my office and contacted Judy to see what was on the calendar. I had one court case in California that was on the docket at the end of the month. It involved a dispute between a Mexican businessman and US customs. A preliminary investigation indicated that a truck with his products was confiscated by border police unlawfully. The products were sophisticated electronics, which would be a component of detecting fraud at ATM machines. From what I was told, the fraud detecting system relied on fingerprints.

There was a restriction on certain types of products being brought into the US from foreign countries.

"Carleton, may I use your phone?"

"Sure, Alex, no problem, come to the kitchen when you're finished."

Maria was teaching David how to make a soup for lunch. I never saw a pan the size that was on the stove. "It's a slow cooking soup."

I knew why the pot covered two burners, but the cooking would not be even. David was dicing vegetables. I'm not sure what meat she was using. I did know it'd be good.

I had a coffee when Vlad came in for a piece of fruit. "Vlad, how was it sleeping in the bunk bed?"

"It was great, Dad. Viktor wants to sleep on top tonight."

"Good, have you told any of your brothers?"

"Yes, they asked us. I think you're going to get others who want to try it out."

Viktor walked into the kitchen, seeing me, "Dad, Nikolay, and Sergei want bunk beds. I let them lay in our beds, and they like it."

"I heard that. It looks like the bunk beds are generating some interest."

"We need to see how the cabinet maker turns out his bunk bed. We'll need ladders unless he can make them as well."

"I think bunk beds have an interest for all boys."

"We shall see how many, now we have two, but let's see how many later. Don't get too excited."

"But, you now have room for one boy."

"Remember, Charlie is sharing his room, and Jon has Vasily in his room. As long as they continue, yes, we have one extra room. But I'm not sure if Jon wants a private room or not. I think Charlie and Alexi will stay together, and I'll probably have to get them bunk beds."

"So, I have one room to fill?"

"You are pushing. Wait, you already have the boy?"

"Yes, Dad said they picked up another from the Russian that went swimming. When they pulled his body out, he had papers on him that had the next group's details. We waited and arrested the men, but there was only one boy. We are watching their route."

"Let me know when you want to go home, and we'll go and get my new son.”

We flew back to Amsterdam the next evening. It was a quick trip, I told the pilots to grab as much sleep as possible as we were returning as soon as they were able. Alex made a phone call, “They’ll bring the lad here in 1 hour. Do you have something to eat?”

“For the lad or you?”

“Well, maybe for both.” We laughed. I swear he has a tape worm.

“Mr. Jeffries there is a car approaching.”

“Put the ramp down Jimmy, I think that might be our guest.”

Alex went out to meet the car. A young man opened the car door, as Alex’s father got our followed by a young boy. Alex greeted his father, pointed to the plane, and started walking toward Jimmy. It was amusing to watch this through the plane’s window.

Jimmy escorted the young boy up the ramp into the plane, Alex talked to his dad and soon both of them joined us.

“Good evening Sir, it’s nice to see you again.”

“I have brought a new guest for you Mr. Jeffries. Alex tells me you have quite a few young men living with you. I hope one more won’t be a problem.”

“I’m sure this lad won’t be a problem. My other sons will take good care of him.”

Jimmy offered if they would like something to drink, Alex waved the driver on board. We all had coffee except the young man, he had hot chocolate. Alex told his dad about the house, the building of a two room school house which would allow guest rooms.

His dad expressed a desire to make a visit. I told him he’d be welcome to come anytime and if he let me know in advance I would send the plane for him. We chatted for a few more minutes, Alex’s dad left with his driver and that was the first clue that Alex was coming back home with me.

“So should I designate one of the guest rooms yours?”

“If it wouldn’t be an imposition.”

“Alex you’re becoming the brother I never had.” Looking at Alex his eyes were wet.

“Here are Marcus’s papers.” Marcus just sat there.

“Hello Marcus, I’m glad that you are coming to live with me. I think you will find many new brothers who will welcome you to our home.”

“Marcus, Mr. Jeffries has 30 young boys like you living with him in this big house. The boys call him Dad and you can call him that as well. He has cooks that prepare delicious food and you can eat as much as you want.” That seemed to grab his attention.

I sensed he was still a little scared but then I suppose that would be normal under the circumstance. Alex and I hadn’t the chance to talk about this lad but he was different, he had black hair, black eyes and his skin was a light brown. Reading his papers later he was from a Moroccan family, they found out he was gay and threw him out. In their religion, they could have killed him but living in Europe they were restrained. If they were in Morocco, he would probably be dead.

The flight home was routine, Jimmy showed cartoons, served dinner, coffee for us and hot chocolate for Marcus. I think Alex snacked the whole flight. During the last 2 hours of the flight, Marcus finally cuddled into my left side and slept. The landing bump woke him.

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1 hour ago, Anton_Cloche said:

While true, there are harsher laws regarding pre-marital sex. In many Muslim countries, religion (and government) not only look the other way but tacitly encourage the ancient custom of "bacha bazi"  (translates as 'boy for play').

The hypocrisy of child abuse in many Muslim countries,  young boy children are sold to men as sexual slaves. In Afghanistan,  allegations were made against foreign governments ordering their soldiers to "look the other way". No charges have been filed with / at The Hague. (where Carleton acts as a lawyer).

I am always surprised at your knowledge of these Religious Laws, and yes boy play isn't approved by their religion but is accepted. I guess when the men make what should not be and what they want, can be construed to be within the Laws of Mohammed.

Have you found your boy from the Favela yet?

Holland has a very liberal view, the "Boys Club" have a lot of boys who are Moslem

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11 minutes ago, CLJobe said:

I am always surprised at your knowledge of these Religious Laws, and yes boy play isn't approved by their religion but is accepted. I guess when the men make what should not be and what they want, can be construed to be within the Laws of Mohammed.

Have you found your boy from the Favela yet?

Holland has a very liberal view, the "Boys Club" have a lot of boys who are Moslem

As far as 'knowledge', a lot of it acquired working for government, NGOs and reading.

The 'favela' (Brazilian 'slums') was not my comment. I think you were responding to TonyR in chapter27? Never been there. :(

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3 hours ago, CLJobe said:

I humbly beg your forgiveness. Sometimes we of the older generation get our facts mixed. Please forgive this old man.

CL, there's absolutely nothing to forgive! Especially not a self-proclaimed "...this old man". If Betty White can say "90 is the new 60", then using her math you're only 54. 

I prefer to think of forgetting as having too much information and not enough accessible mental storage at any given moment.

Oscar Wilde may have said: "With age comes wisdom." but few recall the next line: "But sometimes age comes alone". He said it in his 30's and died at 46. 

Wilde could not begin to imagine how many others would have their own view on his words and that topic. 

'Wisdom does not come with age, wisdom comes from knowledge of the world itself, and things you have learned from in your lifetime, no matter what age'.

Or to quote Hugh Hefner, at age 80, "If you're only as old as you feel, that's why I have 30-year olds to make me 'feel' better".

So chin up, go out if you can and enjoy the weather (yours HAS to be better than my snowy 23 F which makes me feel as old as an effing glacier. I'd make a hot coffee with rum, if I could remember the recipe (you better be smiling at that) :rofl:

One last thought, (while I have it in hand), CL there are LOTS of folks out there older than you, Joe Biden, Queen Elizabeth, and her 100 year old hubby Phil The Greek. (but if you've seen recent pics of him, he makes the Crypt Keeper look good! Oooh, ya might not want to stand close to me, there may be lightening coming) :whistle:

 

Take care my friend :hug:

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12 hours ago, Anton_Cloche said:

CL, there's absolutely nothing to forgive! Especially not a self-proclaimed "...this old man". If Betty White can say "90 is the new 60", then using her math you're only 54. 

I prefer to think of forgetting as having too much information and not enough accessible mental storage at any given moment.

Oscar Wilde may have said: "With age comes wisdom." but few recall the next line: "But sometimes age comes alone". He said it in his 30's and died at 46. 

Wilde could not begin to imagine how many others would have their own view on his words and that topic. 

'Wisdom does not come with age, wisdom comes from knowledge of the world itself, and things you have learned from in your lifetime, no matter what age'.

Or to quote Hugh Hefner, at age 80, "If you're only as old as you feel, that's why I have 30-year olds to make me 'feel' better".

So chin up, go out if you can and enjoy the weather (yours HAS to be better than my snowy 23 F which makes me feel as old as an effing glacier. I'd make a hot coffee with rum, if I could remember the recipe (you better be smiling at that) :rofl:

One last thought, (while I have it in hand), CL there are LOTS of folks out there older than you, Joe Biden, Queen Elizabeth, and her 100 year old hubby Phil The Greek. (but if you've seen recent pics of him, he makes the Crypt Keeper look good! Oooh, ya might not want to stand close to me, there may be lightening coming) :whistle:

 

Take care my friend :hug:

What a philosopher you are. I actually look forward to your comments. Not that I don't appreciate comments from my other readers. One of these days I'll send you a letter telling you how much I appreciate your comments. Take care my friend. The coffee sounds good. As soon as my man awakes, I'll get some.

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"Reading his papers later he was from a Moroccan family, they found out he was gay and threw him out. In their religion, they could have killed him but living in Europe they were restrained. If they were in Morocco, he would probably be dead."

Death is not the legal penalty in Morocco for homosexual acts, although family members and neighbors might take matters into their own hands. Per Wikipedia, "Homosexual acts as well as pre-marital sex are illegal in Morocco, and can be punishable by six months to three years of imprisonment."

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9 hours ago, frosenblum said:

"Reading his papers later he was from a Moroccan family, they found out he was gay and threw him out. In their religion, they could have killed him but living in Europe they were restrained. If they were in Morocco, he would probably be dead."

Death is not the legal penalty in Morocco for homosexual acts, although family members and neighbors might take matters into their own hands. Per Wikipedia, "Homosexual acts as well as pre-marital sex are illegal in Morocco, and can be punishable by six months to three years of imprisonment."

If this story wasn't written under the title of Fiction, then you could horse whip me for making untrue statements. But you are right, except for family discipline which can be. in certain cases, death.

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