Time Warp

by ClearaMorph

What happens when you have been dead for well over 150 years and a well-meaning family brings you back to life, and takes you in? Sure, it's great to be alive again; the only problem is, neither of you speaks the other's language. Can Fricorith Tricou, survive in this 'new world' or will he 'just cause trouble' with his old ways? It can be very hard living in a time warp.

5. The Love Talk!

Author's Note: PG 13, maybe read with your parents, as this has things more for parents to chat, with their growing teens or preteens, not for the faint of heart, so to speak, frank and to the point and with honest humor. So unless you had the talk, you might want to go over this with the rents, just in case, you know, if they can get past the blushes. With that said, sigh, finally, an update, at last, let's just say, I don't trust BitDefender, anymore, when it acts more like a virus than an antivirus. I got a lot of work already done, a few chapters ahead a bit, so I will post soon enough, but finally I'm done this chapter. I have a bad writing habit of jumping back and forth when writing, to whatever suites my fancy at the time in writing, and the Lord needs to work on as far as the chapters. So that can be good or bad depending on how long you can wait. It was going to be called 'We're The Newbies' but I changed the chapter name to something more appropriately fitting this chapter. Yes, Dustin gets a long overdue talk from his mom and a healing and a special gift.

The Love Talk!

The checkup had proved the health of her child she was carrying, as well as disappointment that though they could, determine gender, the baby didn't have its legs open, nor in a good position to get a look to see the sex of the baby if it was a little boy, or a little girl, that she was having. Oh well, Brandi figured, it was better in most cases to leave it as a big surprise anyhow. Dustin however had pretty bad bruises and nearly bruised ribs but other than being banged up very badly he was just fine. Still, the beating had been reported to the police, all of which had resulted in them immediately needing to be moved out and into a new home. With their meager possessions packed up, they were whisked off into the downtown district and put under some minor surveillance in a safe home. The police would now be coming by very regularly to check on them to make sure they were safe as well as see if they needed anything as well as report in to tell them how things were going. "Goodbye old home," she sighed as it left her sight, then she turned to what was ahead, with bold confidence, this was for the best, and what the Lord wanted for them.

So with their meager positions they took with them, they were driven to their new home in the downtown district, and on the drive there, there was a discussion about a few things, namely their new name. "So you have to go by a new name, so might as well think of something while we drive there to your new home. Say how about Smith," the less bright redheaded officer named Jason suggested his black-haired partner Billy just rolled his eyes as he kept them focused on the road.

"Gee, can we be any more obvious, let's just say it, announce it to the whole world, why don't we, that we're in hiding. Why don't we go by my mom's maiden name Newbie? Would that work or be okay to do that, or would that still be too obvious?"

"I do kind of miss it, Broke isn't exactly a bad last name, but it insinuates a lot of other things. My water just broke I'm having a baby."

"Flat Broke, ha, ha, ha; that's just bad, really bad. No offence to grandpa, but still, ha, ha, ha."

"Newbie is fine, we can do that, yes, sure thing, to switch to your maiden name," that was more sensible Billy agreed.

"So do I need to change my first name too?" Dustin asked, wondering how secretive this had to get now that they were under police cover and protection.

"No, at least not for now, Billy said. "If it becomes really dangerous, then yes, you would have to be moved right out of Pleasantview, as well as get a temporary new first name, and a completely different last name. However, a nickname is more than fine though, if you like or rather go by."

"Dusty, my nickname, and I love my nickname anyhow, Dustin Dusty."

"Ha, ha, ha, ha, yeah that's what you would have been called, anyway."

"What, what do you mean would have been called anyway?"

"If you were a girl, that's what you would have been named, Dusty. Skip just loved the name Dustin and said if the baby is a girl we'll have to name her Dusty, but in meantime, I'm praying for a boy. I'll be pleased as punch if it is a girl, but I really like Dustin, but Dusty is cute too."

"Oh so that's how I got my nickname, huh," smirked Dustin, "now I know; dad really wanted a girl and just couldn't admit it," he chuckles. It wasn't long before they arrived at their new home, it was bigger, a lot bigger especially compared to their other home. There was plenty of room that both boys had a room to themselves and another room for the baby. There were also panic buttons in a few rooms, just in case, if they were afraid, or there was a break-in, or any such emergency, or just need the police here, for whatever. They were on call 24-7 until this issue could be resolved.

Brandi hadn't said much when they were just a few light things but when he came in with that heavy box that was his bookcase taken apart and the books there in, she sure had something to say. "Hey put that down that's way too heavy for you to carry in."

"I got it," Dustin said hauling in the box as he had a look around excitedly to find a room to claim as his own.

"Put that down, you're going to hurt yourself, you're banged and bruised up enough as it is, I don't want you exerting yourself and making it worse. We have those big strong police officers here to help do that work, because I can't or shouldn't do any heavy lifting either."

"It's not that heavy and I just wanted to help, but okay, yeah, I guess I should rest."

"And you should take a bath too, stinky pits. You got some bad BO going on there, Dusty."

"Hey!" He sniffed his armpits; yeah they did smell pretty bad. Guess mom could smell it more than he could. Between all the nervousness, anger, and now the work of moving, guess he did work up a good sweat as he sniff checked. "Ewww, guess they are pretty ripe, nasty. It will have to wait until they get out of here before I can take one."

Brandi had already had a fairly good look around the place, while she was looking for a place to put Beau, to keep him out of trouble, and out from underfoot. She had seen there are two bathrooms one with shower, toilet, and sink, downstairs and the other bathroom upstairs, had a shower/tub combo, a toilet/bidet combo, -which they didn't know of yet-, and sink. "Go take a bath, right now, it doesn't matter, if they are here or not, does it, take a bath."

"I hate baths, I told you I'm hydrophobic, and have aquaphobia. I'll gladly take sponge bath though, when they get out of here, not unless them coppers don't mind seeing what the stork saw," eyeing the kitchen sink, before sensibly looking around to find a sink in one of the bathrooms to use.

"Dustin I think you know where babies come from, by now, or at least sort of, or do you really believe that, the 'stork brought you to our doorstep' story? Where did you even hear that anyway, we sure didn't tell you that."

"No, I heard it on the playground that's where babies come from. I didn't believe it either when I heard it. I love your guy's explanation though, I love that one, that's a really good explanation. A little part of mommy and daddy and lots of love from you both and hugs and kisses, and especially God's Love go together to make a new little baby. I really love the explanation, how you make a new baby," Billy was smiling away as he grabbed the box Dustin had taken in, and chuckling about the explanation too, as he took it into a room to put it back together.

"Ha, ha, ha, ha, well as true as that is, there's a way more to it than just that, Dustin."

"I know, I got that, you told me I remember. Sperm and eggs or seed and eggs and that's that little part of mommy and daddy that go together, I know, that's kind of how that works. Uh then, the baby grows and grows in your womb until it's ready to come out in 9 months. Uhh, yeah, just…"

It was quite obvious though despite that bit of info he knew/learned that he really didn't get it or have the whole picture, wow and he never asked. Wow, you think he would be curious of that sort of thing, but no, he never asked, not unless he learned it in school. Who knows if and what they taught him there on the subject of WhooHoo. "Still, I need to go over a few things with you, it's long overdue that whole birds and bees, and especially the chat about puberty and all that. Make sure that you got and know everything you need to know. Try to take a shower and then we'll sit-down and I'll go over a few things with you, puberty yeah, you need to know some things, about that, right now, for sure, at least that tonight."

"Uh yeah guess that might be helpful, I don't know nothing about puberty at all. Just that I am or will start to go through it. Is it going to be gross the talk?" Brandi nodded a bit. "Yeah I thought so, I uhh, figured if it's anything like how Beau came out the rest will rest be nasty as well."

Sputter chuckling, oh yeah remembering how gross it was for her at around Dustin's age to hear the talk, more so about how to make a baby. Which at her age was a good thing and a deterrent to help keep thing in check. "To you maybe now it is, the talk, as well as doing that, sure is, but when you're older it won't be. It's a beautiful act both in the making of the child, as well as just, expressing that love to each other. So you don't know, how babies…"

"I kind of do know how they come out, kind of, but I ran off to my room just before you started pushing Beau out, I kind of got freaked out with the screaming and when I saw a bit of his head. Out, I do pretty much get, just not, in, I'm not exactly fully clear how they get in there, what to do to make a baby, just that it has something to do with making WhooHoo. In fact, I pretty much knew what you 2 were up to when I was a kid, I didn't exactly know what you were doing, ha, ha, ha, ha, but I kind of knew you were doing that! Well when I was a little older, before I knew, it might be called that, I did know it was just something you did to make each other happy, whatever it was."

"Ha, ha, ha, ha, oh great, so you knew, huh," Dustin nodded giggling a bit. "Well it's good you know and yes it was something we did to make each other happy. And at least you didn't walk in on us doing that. That's how I found out, I was 10; I uh saw my parents, yeah, sufficed to say we had the talk the next day. Uh, yeah that might have freaked you out, maybe. Why are you naked, and what are you doing to mommy or daddy?!"

"Unsightly, ha, ha, right. Nah, I knew whatever it was, was just a love thing, to show your love to each other, and wanted to go do some private things maybe hug and kiss in private, you know, so I left you alone to do that. I actually sort of did walk in on you the door was kind of ajar and I peeked in after I got up in the night to pee, and peeked in on you after hearing funny noises. I didn't know really want you were doing I just thought you were hugging each other, I was what 6 or so. I knew after that whatever it was, it was really nice, because you would come out with big huge smiles on your face, so happy. So I wasn't bothered by it, whatever it was, it was making you happy. Later on a few years I heard it be told on the playground, this thing called WhooHoo, hmm, so maybe that's it what it's called what you're doing. I just it's heard it's a loving act between two parents who love each other dearly. So I didn't interfere, especially after telling me I should knock whenever a door is closed. So I pegged it right that you were busy doing lots of love, hugs and kisses and you just didn't want to be disturbed, especially after I peeked in on you that one time."

"That's right, it's an expression of love, that's really the ultimate expression of love. Just like hugging and kissing is an expression of love and affection. In fact you're right that usually leads up to it, having WhooHoo the hugging, and kissing, flirting too." Dustin smiles and cringed a tiny bit at the thought of his parents, if dad was still alive of course, hugging, and especially kissing and flirting. It didn't bother him as a kid but now it did the idea of the 2 of them smooching and worse, bothered him a bit, as to be expected. "Not always but sometimes, and sometimes it's just hugging and kissing and flirting. Actually I would like you to honestly tell me how you think babies are made, or what you have to do to make them, no matter if you think it sounds silly or wrong."

"I don't know, all I know is, it's grody."

"Dustin, seriously I want to know what you think, how it's done."

Half annoyed and half upset as he said it, "I don't know, and frankly, I really, really don't want to know. It's just for grownups, so tell me about puberty, but not how to make babies, and WhooHoo, you can save that for later when I'm a lot older. I don't want to do that at all, it's so grody, so I really rather not know. I don't want to do that at all, and hurt someone. I don't ever want to have WhooHoo, and hurt a girl let alone get her pregnant, like what happened to Angelique. I don't want to do that to hurt a girl. So I really don't want to do that until I'm old, not old-old just older grown up and we're sure we want it, a baby, after we're married. I just want to love whoever it is, I'm supposed to love, to love her, the way God does, if I can, and then do whatever it is I'm supposed to do. It's just grody to think of doing that before then, before we're hitched."

"Dustin I'm so proud of you for saying that," she said scooping him up into a big hug. "You're right it is grody to have WhooHoo before you're married and I always want you to try thinking that way until you are married with a ring on your finger." Billy was walking by to go get another load of things while Jason was assembling the bookshelf but stopped when he overheard what he did.

"Then I really don't want know how it's done. The last thing I want to wind up happening is what happened to Angelique, she got hurt, when she was just a teen, she was raped, and she…I didn't really understand all that much when she said it, I was so young, but now I do, kind of. WhooHoo to make a baby in a very unloving way, that it hurts a girl, badly," nearing tearing over at the thought. "I couldn't fathom the thought of doing that to a girl. I don't want to do that. She lost her baby not dead, well he did die, but not when he was a baby when he was an adult. Sniff, but she couldn't raise him, you know, she was so hurt, in such pain, and her heart was so hurt. She wanted him, but was so hurt, you know, love yet hatred, I guess for her baby. She loved him, and could care for him, but had such angry hatred for him in a way, sigh, it's hard to explain, I don't really understand it myself. Anyhow, Social Services tricked her out of her baby, she left him there only for a little while to care for him while she got some counseling f-for the rape, and then s-she was going to come back for him. She loved her baby and she wanted to care for him, especially after she got help, but they wouldn't let her have him back, after her counseling. They gave him drugs I guess, or something, to make him forget his mother, it's so sick. She is or was, so sad and angry and bitter, because of it all, because of what had happened to her. I mean in the end though she did wind up getting saved through it but. I couldn't…"

"Oh Dustin, oh I'm so sorry to hear that, that Angelique had that happen to her, ohh, no woman should have that happen to her. It's horrible just horrible. I could only imagine her pain, and then not being able to raise her baby, even when she wanted to and was able to. Believe me, thank God, it never happened to me, but, to lose your innocence, and trust like that, awful, just awful. She, might have, blamed herself for that, or the baby, or perhaps the baby just looked like the so-called father, or he just reminded her of what happened. Just being a teenager, well, it's a very confusing enough time as it is, and then to add to all that, a pregnancy, a rape trauma, and a baby, on top of it, all, it's a wonder she didn't go mad."

"I'm so sorry to intrude but I overheard, all that, did she ever report that rape, do you know?"

"I'm sure she did she said whoever was, is jailed. When I see her again I'll ask her, and her kid's name too I'm curious to know, but I'm sure she did report it eventually, and she said he is in jail."

"Well that's good to hear. Well I better let you get on with that talk."

"Yes. So that's why you don't want to hear it the WhooHoo talk?"

"Yes, that's exactly why I don't want to know, it's so grody. I'm quite satisfied with the nice lovely explanation a lot of love and God's Love makes a new baby, or babies if they're twins. I don't want to know the other, stuff, especially the bad stuff, not yet, or at all. Can we please skip that part? I basically kind of know, can't we leave at that, I know it's just for grownups and I don't want to do that at all, I rather not know yet, too young for it."

"Dustin, as nice and sweet as that is to hear, that's not realty, you are going to hear it, like it or not. You do need to know, not just for the sake of knowing, what to do how to do it, but also to protect you as well, because, knowledge is power, and this knowledge can also protect you as well. It's a little more unlikely that a girl might rape a guy, but it does happen. I also don't want you to hear the wrong information from the wrong source, where it glamorizes it to something it shouldn't be and falsehood on top of it, let alone tempt you to do that. I want to give you the correct down-to-earth concrete matter-of-fact information that you need to know. Dustin, I want you think about it, why you really do need to know, or tell me a firm answer, to put this off longer. What happens if I don't tell, you and you find a new girl, and you become girlfriend and boyfriend, this is more obvious what might happen, especially if her parents didn't tell her too. So you love this girl, this is the right girl for you, you kiss you hug and flirt, then little by little you explore each other, you innocently explore each other's bodes. So tell me how you would feel, what if you both being uninformed, accidently, did have WhooHoo, because you both really don't know how to have WhooHoo, to avoid it, or to prevent from going too far? So both out of your own ignorance and curiosity, and maybe exploring, what feels good and doesn't, you both did do it, by mistake. How would you feel then?"

"Awful, especially if I hurt or raped or got anyone pregnant, accident or not. I guess I do need to know, I don't want that to happen, mistake or accident or not. It's just going to be grody to hear."

"Exactly, you need to know. Yes it's grody especially to you, and in its own funny special God blessed way that's a really good thing, a good mindset to have. I swear that's a blessing from God, for teenagers most of them anyhow, to have the firm disgust for WhooHoo, until they are older. Yes, as beautiful as the act is, between loving married couples who love each other very much, yes, it's very grody to do that before you are both ready. Really to do that, just for the sake of, I want to do it, have WhooHoo just because I can, or want to do it, is clear disobedience to go against God's perfect plan for your life, by having WhooHoo before marriage; is very grody indeed. God wants you both, whomever your special girl is, to both wait and to stay virgins until after you are married then you can go right ahead and make WhooHoo and have all the children you want. Then and only then will the both of you be ready for it, and the marriage bed will be sacred as it should be, no one better than the other, you are both equal as you first express that new love to each other. Then, ah, Dustin, then God will richly bless you both on that very special night, or day, as the case may be, and that's one special blessing you don't want to ever miss out on. Love is patient, and you both being patient and waiting for each other until after marriage, is a true test of love, and proof of your love and respect for each other, and your bodies. Not many especially nowadays are able to do that, but I know you are one of those, can wait types and I pray that whoever your special girl is; is the same in that regard, as well as a born-again believer too. Now you never really gave me an answer on how much you know, so I have an idea where to start. How do you think babies are made?"

"Something to do with my penis that it uh well, complements, the girl, parts…they go together, and I think maybe that's how the two become one flesh. Uh I heard having an erection and…sigh yeah something like that, you need it, maybe first, an erection, first, right. This is gonna sound stupid but I don't get them much, is that normal? I thought guys are supposed to get them, a lot. But the only time I usually get them is when getting up in the morning and I have to pee really badly and all I want to do is pee, but I can't do it, and that's usually when I get them is in the mornings and maybe the odd time here and there. Suppose it's good, if I can't pee, if it's that bad of an emergency."

"That's perfectly normal. Also yes that's part of yes both puberty as well as making WhooHoo. In fact, you will be getting a lot more of them, or soon enough, if you're worried, which I can tell you you're worried for nothing, really. I will wager when they do start you'll wish that you weren't having, erections, because they will start to happen more and more, and sometimes when they happen, it will happen for no reason and usually, at the least, opportune times. It happens to all males, and yes it's all perfectly normal when it happens. Sometimes they are caused by WhooHoo desires, or other things too," gesturing to Dustin, "because you have to pee very badly, pee erections, are totally normal there. Sometimes they are just simply, spontaneous erections. Those are probably the ones you are thinking of you're supposed to be getting a lot of, and yes, that's true. As long as they don't hurt you other than maybe feeling a bit weird I guess, I'm not a guy," Dustin nodded smiling, "I'm sure you must know, what it feels like. As long as they don't hurt, they are all normal, perhaps embarrassing, but it's very normal. Oh and I hope that this goes without saying, as embarrassing as this might be, please tell me if they ever do ever hurt, because erections are not supposed to hurt. So if they ever do hurt, or something doesn't seem or feel right, tell me, you might need to see a doctor, to see what might be wrong," Dustin nodded looking half embarrassed. "I know that's probably embarrassing to dare come to me to tell me that, but it's because I love you and want you to be healthy, and that includes, things going on, down there. So don't be embarrassed at all, really, you can come and tell me anything, anything, even that, that my erections hurt or my penis is hurting or doesn't look or feel right, stuff like that. All right," Dustin nodded, blushing a bit. "Okay, alright, I mean it though. So, spontaneous erections, however, you will get from time to time for no rhyme or reason it just happens."

"Really no reason, there has to be a reason."

"Well your body is growing the hormones are doing it mainly, from what I was told by my dad; I was told, guys as well as girls, get surges of hormones as you grow. That might be why you get them. As well as it helps things to get bigger you know, growing and stretching, in a funny way, it's penile exercises, so it grows as you grow, so in a way the erections help that. Don't quote me on those things, I'll have to look into it. But I'm pretty sure that's why. My dad told me this simple explanation and here it is. Erections are like a new switch you just found. Say you find a hidden room, and there's this switch that's always been there, but you don't know what it's for, so, what are you going to do, when you find a new switch like that?"

"Flick the switch to see what happens."

"Exactly, you're going to flick it or turn it on and off a few times to figure it out or see what it does or where it goes to, what the switch is for. In the same way, that's why the erections happen, it's working it out to find out where it goes to how it works. Then eventually like how you would figure out oh this switch goes for this thing or light what have you the spontaneous erections will lessen and you won't get them as often as you get older, because your body has now worked out oh that's what it's used for. Also next stage, is adult, or young adult, your body is just getting ready to become a grownup and make babies so it needs, practice, or exercise even, if you will, for all that. So hence also why the spontaneous erections, whenever; they usually happen at night, while you're asleep, going on unnoticed most of the time, sometimes in school, anytime, really."

"So, I'm, just gonna just get them whenever, yeah that does sound embarrassing."

"Yes perhaps, but you know what, most of the time no one knows or notices it but you. In fact, the clothes you picked out are perfect for hiding it," tugging down on his Llama's jersey, "it will cover it right up, just act casual and no one has to know. My dad told me believe me, guys don't even have to be thinking of WhooHoo and it will happen, but please either try not to say anything if you ever notice it, or just be polite and say, I understand, that's normal, or something to that extent, if it's mentioned or noticed. It's embarrassing to guys. No matter who notices it happening. Dad was so right. Want to hear the story, about your dad, what happened to him, when he got one, it might be a bit embarrassing, but, maybe a little lesson can be learned from it, it happens to everyone. Still want to hear it, or not?"

"Sure, why not, might make me feel better hearing about dad, he went through puberty, sure."

"Well it was a beautiful Saturday, and we were sort of out on a date, picnic, at the park. So we were talking dancing laughing and having fun. As we were dancing, I hear this rumble, rumble, from Skip's belly. Are you hungry? Yes, when am I not, and all that dancing really worked up my appetite. So off to the grill I go, to cook his favorite, hotdogs, he loves them. I just finished plating them up and Skip comes up behind me and wraps his big strong arms around me and hugs me tightly, ohh, hotdogs my favorite, you're my tummy's angel, oh thank you for making them. I love them so much I could eat 3 of them in one sitting. Chuckling, I say, thanks for the hug and compliment, but yeah right, you're going to eat 3 hotdogs in one sitting, yeah right. I can, just you watch. So we park our butts say grace and we start eating. He gets through the first one, no problem, nearly inhaling it, but not even halfway through the second one, he stops and gets this weird almost freaked out look on his face, and casually looks down. I really had no idea, what was happening, I ask are you okay, are you all right? He says nothing but just cringes slightly. I didn't burn them did I," shaking her head no as Skip had done, "do they taste funny or off, maybe I didn't cook them long enough don't eat them if they taste off, or if they are not thoroughly cooked, you'll get sick. No they are cooked perfectly and they taste great wonderful just like you my love. He just whines and reluctantly takes another bite. I knew it, I knew it; I knew you couldn't eat 3 hotdogs in one sitting, you can barely finish your second one let alone the third one. Admit it, that your eyes are bigger than your stomach. You're just trying to be a macho man for me, right? I know you love hotdogs, Skip, but you don't have to gorge yourself on them, just because of me. In almost a squeaky and embarrassed voice, he says that's not it, it's not the problem, then a low voice, I'm so sorry, his face is just red, he thought I had noticed it, no I didn't, yet. I still didn't know, but whatever it was, it was causing some embarrassment, and I want to know what it was, because I just want to help if I can. So I ask him what's the matter, nothing, he says quietly and then slowly Skip takes another bite, oh mmm, so good, and then whines a bit half covers his face and shook his head. I'm wracking my brain, why is he acting so strangely. All of a sudden he shifts around uncomfortably, and adjusts his shorts slightly and tugs down on his shirt a bit, ding, ding, Skip has to pee, or, oh no."

"You thought dad had, peed his pants?" exclaims Dustin, and just laughs!

"I really did," also laughs Brandi. "I really hadn't noticed the erection. So I honestly thought that was what happened, Skip held it too long and he had wet himself, or at least a little. You know. I thought that maybe he was embarrassed for some reason, that he couldn't say it, or to politely excuse himself to pee, that maybe it would somehow ruin our date. No, wetting yourself, sure might ruin our date, not excusing yourself to go and relieve yourself. So I whisper, Skip did you wet yourself? No, he shakes his head. Go pee then before you do wet yourself. Go, quickly before you do have an accident. All of a sudden, almost going deep, his voice was changing so he gets high pitches and low ones, his gets this low gravelly raspy voice, almost out of breath sounding. No, I can't, go pee. But he has his hands in his lap, he looks like he sure has to go. I'm just thinking quit stalling and go, I mouth at him, go pee, go to the bathroom, go pee, just go. Skip shakes his head no, he won't get up, and took another bite and winced a bit. Oh did you bite your tongue or…, nothing like that, I'm fine really, he almost whines a bit again, he was so embarrassed, more outgoing than the both of us, yet so mortified. I still don't know, what the real problem was so I'm still insisting trying to get him to use the restroom. Skip shifts around a bit and put his arm down by his lap to try to cover it up, I get the wrong message, he's trying to be polite about it, but I get the wrong message. So what if he did have, a small wet spot, just go before you make it bigger and unable to hid it, or flood your shorts. Clean up a bit in there, it can't be that bad. He refuses to move or get up, and slowly eats his hotdog. Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, well I'm frustrated, I don't want him to have a full out accident, yet that seems to be what he's doing or looking for, refusing to pee, foolishness, denying, or lying about it. So I'm getting a bit ticked. The last thing I want, is him to do that, and stink, and then we have to go home, and end the date early, because of it, not to mention, explain why he didn't go pee in the first place when he had to go. I stand up and grab his arm and try to pull him up and get him to go use the restroom. Just go to the…oh…ohh I see, sorry. I had looked down to try to see how bad the wet spot is and there I spot the real problem, now I see it. Sorry, is all I can say, and I thought you had to pee. No, even if I did, I can't go now. I'm so sorry, Brandi, I'm sorry I didn't even, I wasn't even… Skip, Skip, I really do understand my dad told me all about that, guys just get them, for no reason, really it's all right, really, don't be embarrassed. You really understand, I nod yes, oh good, because I really didn't even want it to happen. I do know, why, though, it was the hotdogs, I was enjoying them a little too much I think."

"Oh you're kidding me, the hotdogs?!"

"No, he said that, that was why, he got it, it was the hotdogs, why he got it."

"Over the hotdogs, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, really, just the hotdogs, wow, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, crazy!"

"Yup, over the hotdogs of all things, ha, ha, ha, ha, maybe it reminded him of ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, that, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, you know, or he enjoyed his favorite food too much, ha, ha, ha!" Laughing a bit more she continued, the end of the story. "Skip said he was freaked out I had noticed and had or would think badly of him, but no I hadn't noticed and he was worried that if he kept eating the hotdogs which triggered it, it would get worse and not go down. I told him I had no idea, you honestly looked like you had to pee really badly, and if you hadn't looked freaked out in the first place, I never would have ever known it or notice it. I told him my dad told me all about them so now I really do understand, and I'll just take it as a compliment that you really like my cooking. I love your cooking. Don't tell my mom this, but you're a better cook than she is, I love you, and you cooking, and we kissed a bit."

"Awww the ending was a bit gross, but sweet; that was a really good story, mom; that did help me, and good advice too. So soon, I will have that happen to me huh that's great I guess. I was getting worried about that, that I wasn't normal. I will remember that though for when it does happen to me, to just be cool, causal, don't draw attention to myself. Well I guess it's not so bad, I do like the feel of them kind of, aside from the fact that most times I do get them I have to pee so darn badly. It also gives me plenty of time to get to the toilet in time or head to the bushes to do it out there, better yet. I made a big mess one time trying to go pee when it went down, and nailed the back of the toilet, by accident, not bad aim, just, didn't go where I wanted it to go. After that I determined to pee outside whenever I do wake up with one of those to avoid cleaning up a potential mess."

"Well thank you sweetie, I appreciate that, courtesy, as sloppy as you are, like me, really. So go right on ahead, in fact, I encourage it, because I don't like the idea of cleaning up after you, when it comes to that kind of mess, if you do make a big mess. You're long out of diapers you know what to do and what to do if you miss, wipe it up. You make a mess, like that, you have to clean it up."

"Yeah I know and it's fine with me, I like to pee outside, because at least if I miss out there it doesn't matter, when I water a bush or a tree, and besides it's fun too. Speaking of bushes we don't have any here do we?"

"Actually, I don't think we do, or trees, well, regular trees, we have fruit trees though, I think. I saw what looked like fruit trees out the window, when I was walking by, looking around for a place to put Beau to keep him out of trouble and out from underfoot."

"We do?!" Overly excited Dustin raced outside to check and spotting them ran right over to the fruit trees, jumping up and down excitedly! "Oh we do we do and there's fruit on the trees already, and they're ripe already, and they look so yummy!" Going right for it to pick apples off just one of the trees, he just wanted some fresh fruit to eat and started pick the apples and chime-chime, enthusiasm hit him, "Whoa no way! This is so much fun!"

"What, what happened?"

"I totally just found my hobby, Nature! No wonder why I love being outside so much, Nature hobby. Hey we got the same personality, maybe it's yours too, check it out."

"Maybe I do, but I think I'll take some oranges rather than apples, vitamin C is really good for growing babies." Though unlike Dustin she did not get the chime-chime from picking oranges, "Well I guess it's not my hobby, it's something else then."

"We both got the same personality and we are both Aries, you should have the same One True Hobby as me."

"Well, we may have the personality but I'm actually more of a Taurus, if I were born about a day later I would have been a Taurus."

"Yeah that's true, I guess not then," finishing picking he took a bite of a fresh apple after he rub shine cleaned it on his shirt. "Mmmm, so good, nothing better than fresh fruit. How's your orange," he asked as she peeled it and took a few wedges and ate them.

"Mmm, very good, here, I'll have a bite of your apple and you can have some of my orange," giving him a few wedges she took two bites of his apple. "After your snack you really need have to have a tub, you're getting really smelly, and then we can have the chat."

"Yeah I know, I do reek, ugh, suppose it's going to be nasty as my smelly pits."

"Depends really on you I guess. Honestly, I'm sure for you, it will be a bit embarrassing, here and there, maybe for both of us, but, we'll get though it together," Dustin smiled happily, "you need to know, you really do. I really thought you really, really didn't know when you said stork. Also where did you get that, playground, where else." Dustin nodded chewing a mouthful of apple.

"I don't know how it's done, I don't, not really. What I meant by, see what the stork saw, is if the cops don't care if show off my man parts, then it doesn't bother me either, I'm outgoing enough so that it doesn't bother me. I'm modest that I wouldn't strut around naked but at the same time, I don't mind being naked, usually. In fact, I'd really like to be more outgoing, but, yeah. But," now in a half low serious voice, "I'm serious, I really can't take a normal bath comfortably anymore, I hate baths. You know that, I don't, do, baths; I freak out," just thinking about it brought on a hot sweat. Seconds later the hot sweat was trumpeted by a cold sweat and very bad flashback Dustin cared not to have right now. Thoughts flashed in his mind bringing a chill that wasn't climate induced. Seeing it, his younger self as a child nearly an adolescent screaming out 'daddy no' and bawling loudly as he saw his father floating face-down in the pool and blood splattered in a few places. Skip had been shot in the back true enough, grazed mostly, but it was the drowning that had did Skip in, however he wound up in there, in pool, and face down in it, even despite the bullet wound. That bad memory still woke him up at night. Dustin knew he probably would never have any peace about the whole matter, not until he knew who dad's killer(s) is, were, or are. So, was it Gordon? Perhaps, yes, maybe, it might have also not have been, just Gordon, who knows, or Gordon at all, it could have been someone else who was after Skip, perhaps because of a case he was working on. There was no sure way to know, for sure, not without a confession out of him her or them, whoever did it. The bullet that had gotten him, had grazed him, and whoever smartly took the bullet so there was no evidence to do a ballistics test on it, so said the police after examining the whole place and then some for said bullet. So, they might never know who Skip's killer(s) are, was, or is, no, not without asking his spirit that, question, something Dustin knew was not allowed, or a sin, not unless through Jesus. Was it okay by Jesus to ask Him, such a big question, either to Him directly, or to go through Him, to ask Skip that question, otherwise there was no way to know for sure who did it, so it seemed. Besides, the second big blow, whoever, also took Skip's grave as well, so they couldn't even mourn for him at his grave, which made this murder, if obviously it was that, all the more upsetting and unsettling.

Brandi could tell he was bothered and put her hand on his shoulder snapping him out of his bad flashback and he smiled gratefully at her for helping him stop the bad thoughts. "Go on take a shower then, there's a just shower in the downstairs bathroom and there's a shower bathtub combo in the bathroom upstairs, take your pick."

"Oh, I don't know, let alone if I can," he half whined. He wasn't into arguing about it, at all, nor into bathing himself right now, an actual bath/shower, no matter how badly he needed it. However, a sponge bath he was more than egger to take, to do away with that nagging BO he himself was getting disgusted with, not to mention mom. However jokingly she meant it mom had another idea suggestion he might just take her up on, despite the obvious objection to it, at first.

"It's just like it's raining and you love the rain, or do I have to get a Weathernaught and put you outside with a bar of soap in hand, butt naked, in the pouring rain, to get you to wash."

Humorously, with a smirk, chuckling slightly, "You wouldn't! Oh, you wouldn't dare! You wouldn't dare do that to me, would you?!"

"Oh now wouldn't I?" she dared him, to push her, she would do it too. "Just try me, stinky pits, just try me," she gave him, a, I'm serious, but really joking, but I mean it, if pushed, look.

Sure, he was outgoing enough but not quite that much to dare use nature's shower outside, butt naked especially now in the city district of downtown, under police surveillance. Heck, the two cops were still here, busily taking their things inside and helping with unpacking things for them. Wouldn't he get ticketed for that, for indecent exposure? Okay, maybe, he could get away with it, 'showering' in his swimming shorts, if he really truly couldn't handle an actual normal shower. Still at least he was willing to try to take a shower, now, mom was probably right, a rain like shower didn't seem quite as intimidating as soaking in a bath right now. "Okay, I'll try, I'll try to take a shower, but if you hear me screaming, it's just me singing in the shower. Try not to break the door down."

"I'll restrain myself."

Having a look around first, he chose the downstairs shower so he wouldn't feel as freaked with the bathtub and having to stand in it, like a wading pool. He took a quick pee, and stripped naked, and breathed out deeply a few times, trying to relax, before he dares to put one foot in the shower. Sighing, and breath panting deeply two more times trying to convince himself he could do this, he glanced down about to put the other foot in, and then he really glanced down, when he saw what he did! "Huh, hair, what the, I got hair, down there, why in the heck am I growing that down there?!" Dustin didn't really look at it when he wiped, especially since his big Llama jersey shirt covered it, so it was no surprise he didn't notice it until now, but there it was. It was sparse and just a few hairs here and there but enough to say 'hello puberty' and freak him out, typical teenager blow out freak out over nothing well, sort of nothing anyhow, "Aaah, what ohh, aaahhh?!"

Brandi as well as the 2 officers heard the screaming, which sent them running to the door but the officers did back off though when she motioned them to leave or back off. Brandi knew this wasn't a fear based sounding scream so much as a, 'I just saw a mouse, or a big spider, and or, stepped on it' type of scream! Still, she ran to the door, half knocking half pounding on the door, "Dustin, Dusty, are you okay, did you hurt yourself, or is it the hydrophobia?!"

Nearly sobbing in fear and worry, "I need to go back to the doctor, there's something wrong with me! Something is not normal!"

"Dustin, open the door right now, what is it, what's wrong?!" Motioning them to either leave or back off, she had this, and would handle it. Good thing too.

Naked as the day he was born, and shaking slightly and teared over, whimpering he opened the door, "That," he whined out, glance looking down. "That there, down there, why is that there, why? I being honest and open with you there's something really wrong with me down there, and I need to go see a doctor about it I think."

Brandi looked down to try spot the problem, she only snickered slightly, when she realized what most likely, was the 'problem'. "Dustin you're supposed to have that, you're a boy, you know what that is, that's supposed to be there, it's called, a penis." Well she had gotten the reaction that she was hoping for out of him.

Dustin half blushingly covered his face with his hands, shaking his head and chuckling slightly, Mom had to be joking right? "I know that!" rolling his eyes, really funny, mom. Maybe she said it to calm him down, it worked, or rather, mom really didn't see the problem he did, so he pointed it out literally. "I mean that, this, here, that, that there, why is that there," pointing to the actual, 'problem' what he was worried about.

Rubbing his cheeks with her thumbs, she smiled at him, and in a babying voice, she told him all about it, "I know. I was just joking. Don't worry, Dusty; that just means, that you're growing up. Pretty soon, you'll grow a bit here, some here, and there, and maybe little over here," rubbing is cheeks and face in a few spots where he would grow facile hairs. "Oh and of course you'll grow some hair under here as well, if not," checking his stinky armpits by lifting up his arms, "no not yet, but soon. I'll have to teach you how to shave, later, by letting you shave my legs, when you grow facial hairs. It's nearly the same, and the best I can offer, and can do, with Skip being dead, unless he showed you that already, how to shave." Dustin shook his head no. "You're just fine though, you're supposed to grow pubic hair, it's just an outward sign you're becoming a young man. Both men and women grow pubic hairs sometime during their adolescences. So you really didn't you know this was going to happen at all?" Dustin shook his head no, a tad angry he was obviously never told this ahead of time, and half sad. It wasn't that he was not ready for it, the puberty talk, just the puberty talk, she had just assumed Skip would tell him, for the most part, you know, male parent to male child. Then after, she would come in and explain how things work for a female, or if Dustin had any questions for her she would answer them of course. But by the looks of things, Skip never gave or got a chance to give Dustin that talk. "Like I said, we need to have the full chat about this. You are going through puberty, Dustin, for sure, that's one of the signs you are starting or are in puberty, pubic hair. I had just assumed Skip had given that talk to you, at least on the puberty stuff," Dustin shook his head no. "I guess not, huh, or he didn't get a chance to at least. We blew it there, on that one, you should have had at least the basics of what puberty entails, what to expect, before you hit your teen years. Like I said, mistakes like that will happen, you're our first kid, so mistakes like that do happen. I hope you'll forgive us," of course he nodded. "Merci. That was our bad, you really should have been informed of this long ahead of time, so you weren't surprised by this, like you were. The puberty chat more so you should have had, if you really cared not for or weren't ready for the WhooHoo chat, at least the puberty one. So both, tonight, you'll get, as much as you can stand or tolerate. I'm sorry, we're sorry. In fact, I think Skip was going to do that when we got back. Though he wanted to come with us, he was glad to stay home to babysit Beau rather than a nanny. He said it would give him some private one on one time to bond with Beau while teaching him his toddler skills. Must have been busy, Beau was nearly done walking and partly started on potty training. He said when you two get back we can have the talk with Dustin, before he transitions, is what he said. Not unless that was the Aspiration talk he meant."

"No, dad gave me the Aspiration talk awhile before that, and told me how he never got any bad memories for being a Romance Aspiration and not to take that one, all about that miracle from God."

"Well then, he meant the puberty chat then, and or birds and the bees, all that, I will, give you that talk then right after you take a shower."

Whine moaning, "If I don't drown first in the shower, it feels like that, like I'm drowning and dying when I take a bath, I can only to handle sponge baths. I don't know about showers though since I don't even take them in school anymore."

"Do you need my help, in there, or by the door for support, or are you going to be okay on your own or what? I really want to try to help you get over this fear. It's going to ruin your life if you don't get over it soon."

"I know, it already is, and I do want to get over it. Uh, umm, I'll try myself, again, if I do I'll let you know. Pray for me though, in the tongues thing. I know that's more effective if you pray that way for me, that I get over the fear, cause that will help me out. Cause I was doing okay right until I saw that and freaked out. Puberty, eesh, and the talk ohh, this is going to be one long night, for me, just pray for me, okay. Oh and even for the puberty WhooHoo chat too yeah," shaking a bit already.

"Okay, I will, and well I'm right out here, if you change your mind, or you need me."

Knowing how hard it was to chat with his kids about the subject of WhooHoo, Billy the black-haired officer offered, "Uh the library will be closing in," checking his watch, "in just over a half-hour, do you want me to go run and get a few books on puberty to make it easier to have the talk?"

"Uh yes, that would be really helpful in fact. Make sure I got all my facts straight. I'm sure there's things maybe I wasn't told or new stuff information out."

From inside, "YES!" Coming partly out mostly his head out the door, "Yes, I like books, oh and make sure they have lots of pictures I need pictures."

"What, pictures."

"Of everything whatever, it is, the books on WhooHoo and puberty, whatever books you get, I need them to have pictures, I learn by sight or physical objects. Visual learner, I need pictures. Text is just gonna go, pptt," motioning a hand over his head, "grrr, I can't often get it, and it will frustrate me too much, and I just won't get it, if I get just text and talked to, I need pictures to understand better."

"Oh, ha, ha, okay," looking away, but eyes gesturing that, uh hey, hello you're naked, hello, do something about it, please.

Glancing down, guess his man parts, though weren't poking out through the door could be seen through it. "Oops. Dude, it's fine with me though," he wasn't all that exposed, but enough, that Billy was bothered or embarrassed by it, "we're both guys, but yeah." Crossing his leg over Dustin casually covered himself with his hand, so it was more covered up, until he got a towel around himself. Really, nakedness didn't bother him, he was quite comfortable with his body in that way; besides just being outgoing enough that it didn't bother him.

"That's better, I've never been all that comfortable with nudity. Anyhow, all your stuff is all unpacked now, and ready to be put wherever, and Beau is busy playing nicely."

"Yeah we've also been on off looking after Beau too he's busily playing with toys," Jason said coming downstairs overhearing that.

"Alright, that's fine, I'll check on him in a bit."

"So anything you need, maybe want, within reason," Jason asked.

"A composter, and maybe 12 plots and seeds to plant, I just found out, Nature hobby, oh, and I'll need fertilizer too. Unless I can try to use my own, which is, in short supply right now."

"Dustin," Brandi chuckled shaking her head, silly boy.

"What I only poop every other day. Course I'd have to really water it down to be able to use it on the garden."

"Oh sure and where are you going to put it, to do that, squat over a chamber pot? We're in short supply of those now my dear, unless…actually get me a pottery wheel."

"Seriously, mom, really," not sure if she had approved his joking idea or not, or was just after getting something fun or hobby to do as well.

"I adored art class, you can tend the garden, and I'll do arts and crafts. I need something to do hobby or not, might even be able to make some money on the side."

"Alrighty and if you want to check that out there's an easel in one of the bedrooms," Jason said and showed them where it was.

"Ooh, okay, let's see if I get a chime," doing a very basic stick figure sure enough chime-chime this was her hobby! "It is it is Arts and Crafts! So get me that pottery wheel that will be fun for me to do." The officers nodded and headed out to get their things. Though he did have a towel on, she joked with him, "Now you, Mr. Nudist, try taking a shower, I'll be right outside the bathroom door praying for you, or if you need anything."

Dustin only nodded and walked back in and tried again to take a shower. "Puberty, and the big puberty and WhooHoo talk, hooray, oh shower," he groaned a bit. "Oh, God, I need to take one as well as get over this stupid fear." The sink looked mighty inviting, but Dustin shook his head no, no sponge bath, he would never get over his fear if he resorted to sponge baths all the time. Breathing out deeply he tried again, one foot, a few more deep breaths, and then the other, nodding and breathing out deeply calming himself, the shower door was closed. Whimpering he was almost there, but this was the much harder part, but he was almost showering now. It took a bit longer to calm right here, before he was hit with the water, as that would trigger the hydrophobia and the fear attack. So he had to calm himself, first, but once he was calmed down, he turned the taps on to just past warm, and pulled on the shower nozzle. Sprayed with warmish hot water, he let it out a scream! "Aaaaaah, aaah, aahh, aaahhh," he screamed out long and drawn out mostly in shock, mostly, at first, but right after, yes it was mixed with deep fear, as he whimper sobbed a bit, while hit with those bad flashbacks of dad dead in the pool, and cried! There was no peace even in this, no, the showering was just about as bad as a bath to him right about now! He felt so afraid like he was about to die, like he was about to drown inside that shower, no matter how stupid that idea or thought was! Suddenly the light went on, thoughts, so obviously, this wasn't killing him, or causing his freaking out, the water pouring on him. No, it was all just the bad memories, the bad thoughts in his head, they were doing it, the damage, not the actual water. The bad thoughts and imaginations they had to be cast down and to be brought into captivity to the obedience of Christ, yes, to conquer his fear; now he knew exactly what the Scripture verse meant and how to use it. With the truth realization hitting, suddenly his fear had turned over to righteous anger, blame the real guilty parties, the devil and the murderer, which placed those thoughts into his head, then it turned into hatred, and then finally to mourning. He was both angry and upset as he ranted in 2 languages to say it, "Aaaaaah, no, no more, no more, no more of this mess, I bind these bad thoughts! I bind them all in Jesus Blood and Name! I bind them, and I cast them all down in His Name! I bind them all, these bad thoughts of death and drowning the fear, I bind it in Jesus Name, I bind it it's bound, get lost! Be gone! I give You all the gorily in this my healing God! Merci Dieu! No more no more of this, ni plus, ni plus de cela, pas plus! Je ne vais pas vivre avec cette peur, donc se perdre! Oh I hate you Gordon, I hate you! This is all your fault! C'est votre faute! That's why this fear, a-and why my dad is dead! I hate you, you murderer! Je te déteste, tu es un meurtrier! You're to blame for all of this, this mess! I hate you so much, I hate you whoever you are, who killed my daddy; I hate you! You are the cause of all these stupid fears of water! No more of this mess, no more, gone, no more! It's you, I hate you, oh Je vous déteste both for the fear you gave to me but more so for killing my father! I hate you I hate you so much," Dustin continued screaming that out a few more times. Ramming a fist on the inside of the shower, Dustin cried a bit, softly at first, and then he lost it a few moments later, as it became deeply anguished sobs. Fear now removed, gone now, the hydrophobia, but more importantly, finally, he was mourning properly, letting all of his emotions out good and bad. What he should have done when Skip died. He had forgotten that he was showering for a few minutes, then started to enjoy it the cleaning waters, humming a tune as proof of it, of actually receiving the healing that he needed to overcome the hydrophobia fear he had! He was over it now, as Dustin hummed 'Awesome God' between sniffling sobs, he liked it now, as there was no more fear! Though, yes, he was focused on his anger, and his grief, both the devil, and the guilty party/parties in this, was the only ones to blame, not the water. No reason now to at least be afraid of water, it was brought to the Light, to see how foolish and stupid that fear was, so, the hydrophobia had been removed fully, that fear gone, was now gone! However, the aquaphobia, now, that, that would be a little bit different, and had to be handled a bit differently, as that was a different set of fears there, he still had a bit of. Being able to go swimming, and feel comfortable in a pool was a different fear to overcome.

Brandi nodded, who had being fervently praying in tongues for Dustin to get over his fear as soon as Dustin stepped back inside the bathroom and shut the door. Though not what she had initially thought she had prayed for, but she was glad this was happening nonetheless. "Let it out, Dustin, let it out, let it all out, you have every right to be angry, at whoever did this," she said quietly, going right back to praying in tongues. Finally, finally, at last, he was letting his pain and grief out, finally, and yes, she would be there to hold him, and cry with him, to comfort and console him, when he got out of the shower. "Please, get him over this fear, please God get him over this fear, as well as mine," she too suffered likewise as Dustin did with not liking water, but not as bad as Dustin obviously. She waited a few minutes still praying for him in tongues quietly as he kept up his sobbing and showering, and well toward the end as Dustin calmed and it sounded he was actually humming, a familiar tune as she came nearer the door and put her ear up against the door she heard the sound of washing. Sure, he was still crying, but he actually sounded like he was washing, and humming his salvation song 'Awesome God' ah yes! That just meant, praise God, he's over it, he was still very much angry, and upset, but the fact he was humming that song meant he wasn't afraid now! Good, she thought, maybe that's all it took, to get him, at least to the point that he could take a shower and wash. Yes, if Dustin could still not get in or near a pool or hot tub, she could understand that, especially a pool. Continuing to pray, about that fear, she heard the shower clunk off and almost 2 minutes later dried off and smelling nice and clean in clean undies Dustin walked out with a tearstained face. Shudder sniffle crying in what was obviously so much pain of heart, Brandi ran to him and let him fall onto her bosom and held him tightly. She too was now crying shudder crying like he was, "I know, Dusty, I know, it hurts me too. It will hurt us for a while but it will get better. That I know, the pain won't last forever, we will heal and get over this in due time." She told him the truth, as she rocked him gently, it would get better over time, the pain they all felt, would eventually lessen, and they would all eventually get back to some normalcy, and peace, and move on from this pain.

"I hate him, I hate him so much, if it was Gordon," he said in an almost growling tone.

"I do too, if he did kill Skip. But we don't know that for sure, yet, if it was him or not, to pin that blame on him. However, I am sorely angry, at him for beating you, for that, you better believe that I'm furious with him for that."

"He should die, die for what he did."

"I know you're angry, sweetheart, and you have every right to be, but that's not your choice to make, nor mine, nor anyone else's for that matter, it's no one's but God's alone. He will be caught yes, and yes jailed for beating you; that should be enough, along with charges we will put on him for it."

"No, for that I'm all fine with, in that sense, justice will prevail in that, for that, just for that, the beating alone. What I'm not fine with, is the murder! I am not fine with it, at all! For Gordon killing dad! He needs to die, a life for a life, isn't that right? I have forgiven him yes, for beating me, I have and I do forgive him, for tricking me, and for the beating, he gave to me. But for killing dad, no, no I don't think I can, not until I know he's gonna die!"

"He will eventually, but it's not by your choice, that choice is up to God to decide, if he should be spared or destroyed, not yours, He decides when life starts and when it should end. Not you. You're saying very foolish things right now, because you're so angry, I know. But you go right ahead, and be angry all you like, Dusty, you can be as angry as you want and need to be, for the murder, just don't sin in your anger. That's the one thing I wouldn't let you do. Yes you can stomp around the house scream your head off, yell, vent, just don't sin in your anger. That includes cursing and not braking things and hurting yourself," holding his fist, worried he might have hurt himself when he pounded his fist in the shower. "Go ahead and be angry, you have my permeation to do that. If you need to do that, to vent it out, go for it, scream, and yell away, if it will help. We can both be angry."

That fallen part of him wanted to scream he deserves to die, die, die, kill him, but he knew mom was right, he was too angry, he wasn't thinking straight, he almost let the devil get a foothold, in this, anger. It was mom's gentle words truly filled with God-given Wisdom that made him realize this, and stopped him to realize just how foolish his words indeed were, as this wasn't him at all! It was stupid, and foolish to say that, what he did, he knew that, as Dustin repented of it, he had no right to end a life, and if he did, he would be just as evil as (s)he who did this, Dustin shuddered at that very thought. Be angry, and sin not. That's exactly what that meant, he could be as angry as he wanted or needed to be, in this, for this sin, for this murder, if indeed it was a murder, he was given that right both from mom and yes God to be furious with the guilty party/parties in all of this, but he was not to sin in his anger. There was nothing sinful about anger, if it was for the right reason(s), to be angry like this, in some cases, in fact, that's what the Bible meant, in times like this; it could be very good, so long as it stayed sinless. He could scream it out, in that sense or literally do it, begging God for it, to do it, to seek His Way and Justice in this, 'I want You to do Justice God, so do something now,' to demand that of God, yes, and that was exactly what leaving it to God to take Vengeance or give Him the room to do it, the Avenging Vengeance, was all about. It was/is His to Avenge and bring Vengeance, not his! Dustin just clenched his fists and quietly cried, his heart knew like he said earlier, God knows if he will ever repent, and if he did not, unlike Skip's death, Gordon's death would not be a pretty one, if there is no repentance. Yes, he was furious with Gordon, darn right he was, but was also, very much pitiful now in knowing enough about the creep, how evil he was, there was not much chance of repentance, and Dustin knew Gordon has soulless evil eyes. It made him literally shudder and shake at the thought, eternal death and damnation would be Gordon's ultimate end if he refuses to repent. As he shuddered again and that horrible picture what the Bible described as Hell, he was suddenly held tightly, and he rested there in her arms being comforted as his body also resonated with warmth. Mom wasn't the only one who was hugging him tightly right now! After a few minutes of being held there like that he sobbed out, "I know I'm supposed to, but I don't think I can forgive him if he killed dad."

"It won't be your strength that will give you the grace to do that now will it," Dustin shook his head slowly no. "Besides, we don't know for sure, if he did do it or not, so you got some time; time to cool off, like I did, and pray about it, and see what happens. I was just as angry as you were."

"What if it was, him, what then, mom, what then, a murder, a murderer, it's hard to forgive."

"I never said it would be easy, you think it will be easy for me to forgive him or whoever it was that killed Skip, Gordon or not, it's not, I know it's not. That's why we always need God's good grace to give us what we need to forgive something like this, we both need it. It's what happened to me and when the conformation is given one way or another, again, I will need God's grace to properly forgive the guilty one. However, I've basically forgiven whoever it was after the police said it was most likely a murder. I was so angry and I told God that, and I don't know who it is, so how can I ever forgive. It took a bit of crying but when I calmed I realized, how silly of me, it can be done. Though I don't know who it is, I can still, and have to forgive the unknown murderer, because God He does know who it is, and God did the rest, the Lord gave me all the grace I needed to forgive. So I did. Now when the time comes for confirmation of who it really is, I can properly direct the forgiveness to the actual guiltily one, properly and verbally as he is confronted in jail. You need to do the same, and stop holding onto the unforgiving evil or worldly anger, you can be justly or righteously angry, but you will have to forgive the murderer. That might be why you have your water fears, you're trapped in your un-forgiveness."

Sobbing, "I want to, but I just can't do it, it hurts the pain is too great for me to bear let alone to forgive Gordon or whoever did this horrible thing to my dad. I want to forgive but I can't, I'm so angry at whoever is the murder, and I just want whoever to pay for it, to be punished for it in full, just not for eternity." It was the perfect balance of anger and pity, justice wanting, but pity for the sin and sinner, and concern for salvation but not at all condoning it what was done, yes punishment was indeed due, as well as honest truth, he needed God's help if he was ever to forgive. As Dustin let it out a scream of frustration anger and injustice and sadness he was finally given a gift he had been desiring to have for a long time, and of course, also curious of, which helped him to release it all. At the end, he was finally, ready to forgive both himself, he was not at all to blame though he believed it so for not being home but out in town with mother having fun mother son bonding time and the mystery murderer had sought the perfect chance to murder. Now he was at least able to let it go, until the identity was conformed, one way or another then proper face to face forgiveness and confrontation could be done and directed at the guilty party. "Aaah, God help me, aaahhh, God, I…Abba…," that was it, the gift was released, as he called out as a hurt child that he was, to the Heavenly Father to help him. Therein the gift was released. He didn't ask for it. He sure, yes, had desired the gift, but had expected it gain in some sort of seminar not like this, not now. All he wanted was help, God to help him, to give him the grace to forgive to and to want to forgive, because right now he just could not do that. Dustin had not asked for it, the gift of tongues, therefor he was very surprised and confused a bit when he got it. It started with a few drips of mashed words of a few different languages, babbling really like a toddler or baby learning their native, tongue, and Dustin paused. He was a bit freaked and confused, could it be, he thought to himself could it be…tongues? "Huh uhh…" babbling a bit more.

"Dustin?" Brandi smiled she knew that wasn't French, and she smiled wider. "Keep going, keep on going don't stop, like a baby you need to keep on babbling keep going," she encouraged him. So a bit warily, he did keep on at it and slowly as his confidence grew so did the language as it poured and then gushed out as he learned his new tongue! "Oh wow, don't be afraid, I know it's a bit scary sometimes, not knowing what you're saying, but keep on going." She smiled and as Dustin paused slightly, she asked, "How does it feel?" Dustin gasped out, hug putting his arms around himself as he teared right over in joy not even able to say it, that it felt like a hug, then fanned himself, to say it was warm, hot even. Giggling a bit he lifted his hands up worshiping and praising God for the gift and went on praying away between praising God! "That's the Holy Spirit alright God hugging you, go right at it Dustin, I'll join you," Brandi's Heavenly tongue was completely different than Dustin's but were able to match perfectly in their spiritual tongues!

A few minutes later, he got it all out. "Oh wow," a bit breathlessly, he was almost sweating a bit now, it was so overwhelming, and he was so new to it, not knowing what to think about it, and it was past his head. It was so much different from regular old praying, this was much better and ever so much deeper a perfect prayer, even though he had no idea, what he was saying praising praying or even singing about. "That was something else. Now I do forgive whoever it is. I want to now. I can and I do. I don't want to hold that grudge against, whoever it is. God will deal with whomever in His good time. However, with that being said, I will not dare let whoever it is to get away with it, no way, can't be done, no way. So I do want justice I want there to be recompense, God, punishment, not eternal, just, You know what I mean, what I prayed. So I hope that counts… as godly, forgiving, whoever the guilty party is, but demanding there be punishment due for the murder, that it does not go unpunished. At the very, very least, let whoever be caught, and jailed."

"Yes it counts, really, it does, that is godly, you're willing to forgive, but not wanting whoever, to get away with it either, that a punishment is due, because it isn't right that whoever gets away with it. It's fine, perfectly fine to ask for that, so leave it at that, as well as letting it be left to God now to deal with whoever it is. So, God will do what He knows is best, Vengeance on all our behalf's as well as Skip's behalf too. Later when the time comes and we know, then a proper directed forgiveness can be done then as well, to who it is. Let God take care of all this, now, He knows your heart, as well as your desire for justice as do I want the same. He knows what's best and knows who it is, He knows we don't," she told him as there was a knock on the door and the officers came inside with most of their stuff all rest of their stuff was outside. "Oh knock and let yourself right in why don't you. Anyhow, we don't know if it was a murder for sure yet even the cops don't know for sure either, they just said that it had looked that way like a murder, but maybe it was just an accident. Skip had a gun, I know that, and it could have been just an accident by his own gun. Maybe Skip tried to shoot at whomever maybe at Gordon or maybe he was doing some target practice, and the bullet just ricocheted and grazed him and he fell into the pool from the impact and he drowned."

Jason the first cop spoke up, "No, there was no bullet there, so even if that had happened to Skip or something similar, there was no bullet left, whoever took it. We combed the area both visually and with metal detectors but we found no trace of the bullet. If we had the bullet that got him we could do ballistics on it and match up the weapon as well as the owner of the gun, and hopefully figure out who did it."

"Hmm, but she did bring up an interesting theory, to look into, that might have happened. It is possible, the bullet flew off across the street if it ricocheted. It could have very well just did that grazed him and it caused Skip to fall into the pool and drown, and whizzed on by and that's why we found no bullet. Maybe it wasn't taken, it could still be there. We should try again, and this time, we'll comb further into the surrounding areas by the house," Billy said, Jason nodded agreeing with his partner.

"I don't think I'll ever have any peace about this until I know what happened and who did what and why. What's worse, no grave left, the Grim Reaper, always, leaves a grave, whoever, must have taken it as well. Not only that, ballistics or no ballistics, taken bullet or ricocheted bullet, or not, it still doesn't explain the missing pool ladder. How does that come in to play here? There's no way it could have just been an accident, no, someone killed, murdered, my dad."

"Maybe it broke off or he was hit with it, but you do bring up a few good points, yes, it's one mystery after another," the dimwit, Jason says.

"No, he's right, it's not an accident. It's blatantly obvious this was no accident, someone had it out for Skip. Who, and why, are the big questions here. Looks like you got over your fear, and took a shower, you're not stinky anymore."

"Yes I'm over my hydrophobia praise God, and got another gift so I was also able to forgive the mystery murderer until we know for sure who it is. I'm over my hydrophobia, but not my aquaphobia yet, but I can take a shower or bath now, I'm fine now for that. I like showers now, again, and I'm sure baths. It was the thoughts in my head that were doing the damage, now they're captive, and cast down, and if they ever bother me anymore, I know what to do about them."

"Okay hydrophobia I know, but what's aquaphobia then, is there a difference," Brandi asked.

"Yes. Hydrophobia is a fear of water period, that I had, that I wasn't wanting baths anymore, period, I would freak right out, I couldn't do baths anymore, I had to sponge bath, and even that, at times bothered me too. It's fear of water, I can drink water, but getting it on me as far as that went not really. Aquaphobia is fear of water but more so for pools, lakes, oceans, or more specifically drowning. I know how to swim, but I'm still a bit leery and freaked of drowning or of getting in a pool. I might be able to get in a pool, but not be comfortable or maybe confident, as I used to be."

"Oh than it is just aquaphobia I have. I never had hydrophobia, just aquaphobia. I could still bathe without fear, so it's just aquaphobia I have. See, you know more than I do."

"Maybe, but I would still like to be smart, not just smart, wiser, I need wisdom more than book smarts. I think I should try solving it, how it happened who killed dad. I was really good with solving hard puzzles, when dad would play Simlock Holmes and Watson with me. Since you both know, I can I guess tell you," he looked at mom to confirm it, she nodded, "I had thought it was just fun and games. I loved the stories when dad would read to me those Simlock Holmes novels as well as all sorts of other mystery novels, and play mystery solving games with me. Now that I know the truth, dad was a spy, I think, he was training me, for something like this, see if I had it in me, to be a spy too. I wonder if I can crack the case."

"Well if you can or do, you'll be a hero," his mom told him.

"Me a hero, really," he half chuckled disbelievingly.

"You're sometimes too modest, I'll bet you could crack it if you put your mind to it, son."

Slamming a fist into his hand, "I'll do it I'll try my very best to try crack this hard case, I'm on it." It was kind of like old times, only this time it was the real deal a very real case to crack. The thing he knew about evidence is was there was always something left at the scene of the crime, always, even if there seemingly wasn't any. What did they know already, a bullet, grazed him, not penetrated, so it was safe to assume, ricochet, or a bad shot, or perhaps it was just a warning shot, that wound up being more deadly than a warning shot. Did dad get accidently shot by his own gun, no, that would not make much sense, not really, as the pool ladder was gone. That was a biggie, so it couldn't have been just an unfortunate accident. Say, tripping, the gun goes off, and ricochets off whatever, grazed dad and dad falls into the pool, maybe say hits his head on the pool ladder, and knocked himself out and the ladder breaks off and he drowns making it look like said murder. If that was the case, the ladder would have been down there, with him, or nearby, along with dad's gun, but it wasn't, no, it was all taken. No, someone was there, with him, at least one, or more, because there wasn't a gravestone or urn left by the pool side, and the Grim Reaper always leaves one or the other, well a gravestone, since it was outside. Someone was there, with dad and took both his grave, as well as the pool ladder. Hmmm, puzzling to say the least, not unless mom's theory was correct, maybe Gordon was there, dad knew him, somehow, and dad fired a warning shot at Gordon, maybe not to kill him but to warn him to leave, but either his bullet ricochets or Gordon fired back and somehow dad was only just grazed by it. Gordon takes the bullet, and dad's gravestone, maybe after pushing or throwing dad into the pool. Then the pool ladder why was that missing? How did that pool ladder get removed to be taken as well? Unscrewed, cut off, say with a hacksaw, or shot at, hey yeah, maybe that's it the ladder was shot at, and ricocheted and it nailed dad. No. No, even that, no, no it was still not, not even that, it wasn't still quite adding up. If, if, it was Gordon, how did dad know him? He kept going back to Gordon, where did he come into play here, how did Gordon fit into this, because why would he go after me, if he didn't know dad somehow? I mean just what he said to me, he knew dad, and that I was just like him, so it is very reasonable to say Gordon must have known my dad. Then that other odd thing he said, 'if I ever to go to the police that he would hunt me and the rest of my family down and do away with us like he did to the countless numerous others in that town that I came from'. Why, why would he say that, why when I was born here in Pleasantview, I was born here, along with the rest of my family both on mom and dad's sides of the family we were all born here, how odd. So he must be mistaken about that, but still he still must know my dad somehow or from somewhere. "Mom, do you know if dad knew Gordon at all?"

"No. At least I'm pretty sure he didn't. Why?"

"It doesn't really add up, why would he go after dad for, in the first place, if it was him? What did Gordon have against dad? Or for that matter, what dad ever have against Gordon to make Gordon possibly go after and attack to kill dad? Is there any possible way to get more info on Gordon, where he's been, who he knew, where he was born, things like that?"

"Sure but I don't see what good that will do if any. Whoever did this, it looks like to me that he or she or they planned it out; there was no evidence," Jason says.

"I don't believe that at all. True there might not look like there's evidence but there's always is something somewhere if you know how to look for it. Or there are or is a…witness, of course! Beau! Dad was babysitting with Beau while you treated me to a night out of fun and to go clothes shopping for my teen clothes before my transition, so dad could have the house to himself, to bond and focus one on one teaching and training Beau. Beau was there with dad, he must have seen, something, maybe how it happened or who did it. We just got to get him to talk, ha, ha, ha, ha, literally. I knew it, I knew there was some other reason why I wanted to teach Beau how to talk, thank You God, now I get it, now I understand, that want."

"Dustin, Beau couldn't have seen anything, he was inside the house the whole time. He was in his crib when we came home. He couldn't have seen anything."

"I don't care, I have to ask, that creep could have put him inside, he was in his clothes not his PJs. I think, yeah Beau was in his clothes not his PJ's, wasn't he?"

"Yeah so, he was in his clothes in his crib, what's the difference he was in his crib, so he never saw anything, how could he."

"Think about it, if dad put Beau in his crib to go to bed, to sleep, he would have been in his PJ's, not his clothes. Someone, put Beau in his crib, and I betcha it wasn't dad. It could have been the murderer who did that."

"Well…," yes that made sense that could have happened, "it could be. But how do you know it wasn't a timeout? Maybe Beau misbehaved and Skip just put him in his crib to give him a timeout or put him in there to keep him safe when whoever showed up. There's no way…"

"I'll ask him, if he knows anything."

Hey any guesses on who might have done it, I'd love your input or guesses who you think is the mystery murderer. Or maybe if you think it really was an accident, perhaps, someone just swiped the grave and ladder. Hmmm…?! Do you think Beau knows or remembers, or was there to witness it? Who do you think put Beau in his crib? I'll leave you with those pondering questions for review and until the next chapter! Oh and if you see any spelling errors French or English please let me know.