Dylan - Walt Disney World 2015 - Part 9
That note enraged me, I wanted to hurt him for what he has done to Dylan and his mom. What a sad excuse of a human being.
Chapter 9
As I pulled out of the Contemporary Resort parking lot, my phone rang. It was the private investigator from my office. My assistant had forwarded him the email and my request for an investigation on Dylan’s mom. We discussed the information I needed and I also decided to ask him to find out as much about Alexi Petrov as well while he was at it. He promised a report in a few hours.
It was a short 15-minute drive to the hospital. In that short time my mind was racing. What if there is nobody else to watch Dylan when I go back home in a couple days? What if she dies, who is going to take care of the boy? How am I going to explain to Alicia that I have had a boy in my room and I did not mention it to her? How do I go back home leaving Dylan in such a terrible position? I was feeling overwhelmed and only avoided a panic attack because I arrived at the hospital and it was time to be a big boy lawyer.
After parking and making my way to the ICU, I was asked to wait in a conference room while Dr. Sharpe and Ms. Schultz were located. I really hate hospitals and that extends to hospital meeting rooms as well. I know that it is ridiculous, but every time I am in a hospital it is traumatic, including for the birth of my children. Even the most routine visits become nightmares for me for some reason. I had a bad feeling that today was going to continue the trend. I was unable to sit down while I was waiting and instead paced nervously while I waited for my hosts.
Twenty minutes after being put in the conference room, the door opened and in walked a man and a woman who had morbid looks on their faces. “Mr. Furman, I am Dr. Sharpe and this is Ms. Shultz, we are going to be joined by a case worked from the Florida Department of Children and Families shortly.”
“It’s a pleasure to meet both of you,” I said as the usual perfunctory reply to such introductions. It was not a pleasure to be here or to meet either one of these people. “But, I don’t understand why CPS is joining us.”
“We are required to advise them in such situations to look out for the welfare of the children of lone parents under our care. It is simply routine as there is a very real potential of the child becoming a permanent ward of the state,” Dr. Sharpe said.
“Have you had any luck with your investigation into the existence of blood relatives?” Ms. Shultz asked.
“I only saw the admissions file about an hour ago and I have my private investigator working on it now. I expect a report any time now. I also asked for information on Alexi as well.”
“We would appreciate any information you can come up with.”
“Can we cut to the chase and you folks fill me in on what is happening with Teresa?”
“As I explained on the phone this morning, Mrs. Petrov is in a coma brought on by the rapid onset of sepsis. Her condition has not changed since we talked. We continue to treat her with a high dosage of intervenes cefotaxime, which is a very powerful antibiotic. We are monitoring her vitals closely to determine if there is any improvement. If there isn’t or if her condition worsens, we will have to operate and potentially perform a blood transfusion. Let me be very clear, this is a very grave situation and Mrs. Petrov has quite an uphill battle ahead of her,” Dr. Sharpe explained.
“I am sorry to ask this, but what are the odd’s at survival,” I asked.
Dr. Sharpe looked at me for a moment, probably used to grieving families being distraught and emotional at this point. That I was not, and not that I am uncaring, it was that my only real concern is for Dylan and I was already thinking ahead to the incredibly difficult position I am going to find myself if I remain involved. I am only here for a few more days, the extra time only because Randy’s auditions for Disney Channel. I really cannot extend too far as I have a number of court appearances next week that I have to attend for my clients.
“I don’t like giving odds on a human life, but what I can say is that recovery is unlikely,” Dr. Sharpe said.
Tears formed in my eyes and rolled down my cheeks. Ms. Shultz pushed a box of tissues my way, but I simply wiped them away with my hand.
“Rest assured that we are not giving up and we are going to do our best. The next 24 hours will tell us a lot,” the doctor said in an attempt to try and give me some hope.
“To be honest, I am not worrying about Teresa I am heartbroken for her son. She is all he has and this is going to change his life forever,” I said.
There was a knock at the door and in walked a cheerful looking man dressed in a t-shirt, shorts and flip flops. “Hello, I am Tommy Morrow from the Department of Children and Families.” As he said his name, both the doctor and Ms. Shultz looked less than impressed. “Sorry for my appearance, it was my day off and I was asked to come straight here for,” he looked into his file folder, “um, for Dylan Butler.”
“Mr. Morrow, this is Mr. Walter Furman. He is the guardian for the child. I am Ms. Shultz, I am the social worker assigned to Mrs. Petrov, the boy’s mother, and this is Dr. Sharpe, her attending physician.” Everyone shared handshakes and sat at the conference table. Tommy seemed like a laid-back guy with a nice smile and lyrical voice that made him sound like he was going to burst into song at any moment.
In my professional practice, I deal with a lot of CPS case workers. Most fall into two camps, ones that could walk off the pages of a Charles Dicken novel – cold, aloof, by the book and the other is a group that seem like they just want to help kids and for whom rules and policy are more guiding principles as opposed to rigid commandments. Without really getting to know him, my sense was that he was more the latter.
“Perhaps you folks can catch me up to where we are with Master Butler and why Celebration Hospital is concerned about his welfare.”
Each of us briefed Tommy on our particular role. Tommy took copious notes and asked questions when he needed clarification on points. When each of us was done with our points, we sat in silence for a couple moments while Tommy flipped back and forth in his notebook. Finally, he closed his book, put his pen down and spoke.
“It is clear to me that Dylan is, at this moment, a temporary ward of the state. His mother is unable to care for him due to her, err, coma. His step father has abandoned both his wife and his step-son by about 1,100 miles. Walter here was granted a “kinda/sorta” guardianship by Mrs. Petrov before her condition worsened. Walter is not a relative and not really even a family friend, but has had custody of the boy for almost 24 hours now.”
“From what I have heard, the prognosis for recovery of Mrs. Petrov is poor and even if it does happen, recovery will be measured in weeks and not days. Further, and this is the most troubling part to me, Walter, you have transferred custody to a man you met last night and he is now alone with Dylan at Disney. You know nothing about this man or, frankly, whether the boy he says is his son is really … his son. Did I miss anything?” Tommy said, looked up from his notes and smiled.
Realizing that his summary was spot on and a genuine problem for a CPS caseworker, I kind of flinched as I said, “Yup, that about sums it up. I am usually the lawyer in these cases and not one of the participants, so I guess I have not made perfect decisions.”
“So then, Dr. Sharpe, Ms. Shultz, do you need Mr. Furman for anything else at this time. He and I are Going to Disney World.” Tommy said that in a way to mimic the famous and often quoted TV commercials for Disney World and Disneyland and smiled looking for someone to get the joke. I smiled in recognition and chuckled. Sharpe and Shultz just stared at us impassively.
As Tommy and I walked out of the conference room he asked if he could drive with me as he had taken a cab to the hospital. I agreed and we made small talk on the way to the car. Amongst the things I discovered about Tommy is that he moved to the Orlando area to be near Disney. He had been working as a social worker for a school in New York state and made the move about three years ago. He says he is in the parks every weekend and even had a podcast about all things Disney called ‘The Tom Morrow Show’.
We both got in the car and belted in. Tommy turned to me and got serious. “Listen, my job right now is to take Dylan into custody and get him into state care until his mother recovers or dies. Here is the thing, state care sucks and I always try and find a way to keep kids out of it. Based on how you described your role, it seems that you really care about the boy and I want to know if we could find a way to qualify you as a foster care guardian.”
As much as I knew this was coming, I was still stunned to hear the words. It is true, I do care deeply for Dylan and the thought of simply allowing him to walk out of my life today and go with Tommy to some group home hell hole makes be sick to my stomach.
“Yea, I kind of figured that was coming. So, even if I was able to rearrange my life to do this, how would it be possible to qualify as a foster parent in Florida when I do not live here. I am supposed to go home in a few days. I kind of doubt the court would approve an application that was care of Walt Disney World.”
“I have a plan that might work. Both you and Dylan’s mom are residents of the State of Michigan. I propose that we ask the court to transfer the matter to Michigan. I am pretty sure that I can put this off a few days with a Director’s order based on the informal grant of guardianship you were granted and in the meanwhile we get Michigan processing your application as we wait and see what happens with mom.”
“If you agree, I can get the background check details from you right now and email it to my office and make sure we cover our asses by making sure you aren’t a criminal on the run, a white slave trader or a pedophile.” I almost vomited when he said pedophile but I remained calm. “You aren’t planning to sell Dylan’s kidney’s, are you?” he said and then laughed. I also laughed just glad he didn’t say the word pedophile again.
“Listen, I cannot commit to anything other than taking care of him for the next few days until I talk to my wife, she will be here tomorrow. However, I do agree with your plan so let’s go through that as we drive.” Tommy grilled me and went into excruciating details. I didn’t want to directly lie as an officer of the court, that would put me in even greater jeopardy if anything ever came out but thankfully there was no question in the paperwork that asked “do you lust after or have sex with boys” or anything of the sort. It did ask if I was a homosexual, which I was truthfully able to say no as I am sure that in the ultra-conservative south, that would have resulted in an immediate shredding of the application.
“Let’s add another reference when you send it in, U.S District Judge Richard Denning of the 90th District Court, Michigan,” I said just remembering that Rick and I go way back and that could help if I decide to take this any further.
“Let me say you are a very well-connected man Walter Furman. If this all checks out, you won’t just be approved as a guardian, but perhaps man of the year too!”
As we entered the Contemporary Resort parking lot, it was shortly after 2:00 pm, time to start thinking about lunch since we had breakfast at 11. Tommy and I discussed that we would arrange to meet Dylan, and the others, for lunch at 3 and I made the call. They were at Hollywood Studios and we arranged to have lunch at the ABC Commissary, a decent counter service restaurant in the center of the park. Meanwhile, Tommy had to inspect the room where Dylan was “living”.
As we waited for the elevator, Tommy was telling me about his connection to my hotel, “My dad worked for US Steel and was part of the management of the construction of this hotel when he coordinated the delivery and installation of the modular rooms that were slid into place in the big A-frame. He just loves staying here when he comes to visit. In fact, we got to stay in the Presidential Suite when I was a kid when he retired. It’s up on the 14th floor.” As he said 14th floor, I slid my card in the security access reader and pressed 14. “Where you are staying, I guess. You aren’t in the presidential or vice-presidential suites, are you?”
“Nope, just in the poor man’s suite.” I joked. We got off the elevator and headed to my suite.
“Welcome to my temporary foster home.”
“Wow, you must have a very successful law practice! You didn’t disclose you were a mob lawyer when I was interviewing you,” he said with a smile. “Show me where Dylan is sleeping.”
I gave Tommy the tour of the suite and he made notes, took pictures and said “we are good to go! My only concern is that you do not have much in the way of clothing for the boy. Do you have his suitcase from where he was staying?”
“No, that is a good point. I will need to go and clear out her room and finalize the bill at the motel. I am sure Alexi didn’t,” I said. “Great! Let me know if you need anything and I can get it for you from our quartermaster,” replied Tommy.
“Shall we head to Hollywood Studios now, we have 30 minutes before our scheduled meet-up,” I said.
“Lead the way McDuff. We driving?”
“Yea, we don’t have time for the buses, they take forever.”
As we arrived on the main floor, my phone rang. “It’s my office, hopefully they have details on potential family for Dylan.”
I answered and I got the report on Teresa and Alexi. She was the manager at a Bob Perkin’s Farm Restaurant in Michigan. Member of PTA. 550 credit score. Lots of debts on credit cards. 1st husband deceased. Married three week ago to Alexi Petrov, a Russian Citizen and a Permanent Resident.
Both her parents are dead. No brother or sisters. One aunt in an old age home in California. A criminal conviction for shoplifting in 2001 and sentenced to community service. Lives in a 2-bedroom apartment.
His deceased father was in the foster system since a young age with no record of family.
Alexi has three assault charges on his record as well as a violation of parole for one of them. He has been married 4 previous times and has 2 children, both are adults and in Russia. There is a restraining order against him from an ex-wife and a revoked driver’s license for a DUI earlier this year.
I hung up the phone and exhaled and shook my head.
“I am guessing the news is bad,” Tommy said.
“Yea. No family other than an elderly aunt in an old age home. Alexi is a total scumbag with priors and a string of ex-wives. It is clear that Teresa is all Dylan has. If she dies, he is screwed and will follow in his father’s footsteps and bounce around the foster system.”
My office sent the file through to my email, which I forwarded to both Tommy and Ms. Shultz at the hospital as I promised.
“Let’s cross that bridge if we come to it, right now I need to meet Dylan and we need to break the news to him about his mother. I should hear a preliminary update from my office on your background check within a few hours so I can hopefully leave him in your care,” Tommy said.
We made the short drive over the Hollywood Studios and spent most of the time talking about our mutual Disney obsession. Tommy is definitely somebody I would enjoy spending time with at the parks! I learned that he made the move to the Orlando area following a bad relationship break up and he loves his new life only a stone throw from The World. I also learned that he has been a part-time cast member during peak guest periods and works in Epcot most of those times.
When we parked in the Film section of the parking lot, Tommy wanted to discuss what was about to happen for a few moments so that we can be united and unambiguous.
“Walt, we have a few minutes to spare so I thought we should plan out how we are going to approach this with Dylan. So, you know, I have a couple things I must do and report on. Firstly, I will have to meet with him alone to ask if he is safe and happy in his current custodial arrangement. Secondly, and we should do this together, I have to explain exactly what is happening with his mother and third we need to confirm his understanding of his family situation and ask if he has any family to care for him and last, I need to let him know what is going to happen to him today and in the short term on the assumption his mother will once again be able to care for him.”
Tommy continued, “Here is the hard part, I have to take him into custody unless the director gets back to me and approves your temporary guardianship. As I mentioned, the circumstances are unusual but in light of the wishes of his mother, I have recommended leaving him in situ.”
“Can I start and ease into the conversation by introducing you and also to let him know that we are working together in his best interest?” I asked.
“Yes, I think that is a great idea. We will also need to ask your friends to give us privacy. Perhaps they can go off and do some rides until we are done.”
“Will we know soon about my approval? He is a smart kid and is going to realize he is going into care pretty quickly and I don’t want to put him through unnecessary stress.”
“I am going to call the office on the way in and get an update and light a fire if necessary.”
“Last thing, I assume we are not going to raise the doctor’s prognosis at this point and leave him with some hope,” I asked.
“I will not lie to him, if he asks, I have to be honest. But if he doesn’t, then we won’t. We are going to have to take it one step at a time. Let me lead on that and make the decision on this please,” Tommy said.
“Great, we are legion then. Let’s go,” I said.
“Yes, and we agree too,” Tommy said with a laugh.
We decided to skip the tram and walk to the park allowing Tommy to make his call to his office without others listening. He apologized that he was going to walk behind me so he could speak out of range of my hearing. I resented it, but understood. He stopped while I walked ahead and made his call.
As I was walking, I was thinking about what was going to happen next. In my head, I was thinking it would be best for my family and I if the decision was that Dylan be put into care and I walk away. My heart yearned to hold the boy and be his rock at this terrible time in his life. I had flashbacks of all the fun we had since I had met him and how much I have fallen for this kid.
My dick was also adding its own opinion as images of Dylan’s beautiful body and cute boy penis flashed into my head. I was having a memory tasting his little penis in my mouth causing me to get hard as I was walking. His horny boy play was both annoying and sexy as hell, but I had to admit that I enjoyed every second and wanted more.
The internal argument between head, heart and dick continued until Tommy caught up to me and reported that the background check was the best the investigators had ever seen. “They said that you are a cross between a Sunday school teacher and a boy scout.” I smiled at that analogy and thought back to all the stories on Nifty that included scouts, scout leaders and Sunday school teachers in some pretty hot boy sex.
“We have one problem; the director is resistant to sign off on the arrangement as you are not a Florida resident and you are staying in a hotel. He wants to see what the alternatives are first to see if there are better accommodations before he makes a final call. I have my colleague lobbying him as well and badgering him to decide within the next 30 minutes. If worse comes to worse, I will just hang out with you guys and enjoy the park until we get a decision, I have no plans tonight.”
“In all my years working with CPS in Michigan, I have never met a worker as cool as you. Thank you for putting Dylan first, it is inspiring to see that you love kids… even those you haven’t met yet,” I said.
We arrived at the front gate and we both whipped out our Annual Passes, put our fingers on the biometric reader and were welcomed to Disney’s Hollywood Studio. We walked right to the meeting location and saw Dylan, Ryan and Rob sitting at a table by the window. Dylan was staring through the window looking for me. He caught site of me and ran out of the restaurant and made a bee-line for me, leapt into my arms and hugged me tightly saying, “I have missed you SO much Uncle Walt!”
I said to him as his head was on my shoulder, “I want you to meet my friend, Tommy.”
Dylan hopped down, smiled up at Tommy stuck out his hand and shook it like a real gentleman.
“Nice to meet you Tommy, are you a social worker?”
Tommy laughed, “You are a smart kid. Yes Dylan, I am a social worker with the Florida Department of Family and Children’s Services and it is a pleasure to meet you.”
The smile did not fade from Dylan’s face, he grabbed my hand and said let go and eat. We walked hand and hand to the table where Rob and Ryan were waiting. Tommy followed close behind.
When we got to the table, everyone introduced themselves.
“Before we have lunch, I need to talk to Dylan alone. Dylan, let’s go outside and find a quiet place to chat. Gentlemen, we will be right back. Oh yea, I love the steak and fries here, can you order for me and put everyone’s dinner on my card,” as he handed his credit card to me.
Dylan looked at me with concern in his face, and I smiled and nodded. “You guys are just going to talk, we will be right here waiting for you with your food.” With that, he got up and said, “ok, let’s go.”
The two of them walked out and found a bench that was actually in my line of sight. I think that was Tommy’s doing to give Dylan the comfort to see that he was safe, close to me and not being whisked away to a foster home.
I filled Rob in while we were waiting in the long food line. Ryan was not paying attention to what we were saying so I could talk freely.
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“So, Dylan, I want to first explain who I am and why I am here. First and foremost, I am here to help you and you can ask questions at any time. I will tell you whatever you want to know. As you know, my name is Tommy Morrow,” Dylan laughed. “You too eh? Anyway, I have been assigned to be your case worker because your mother is in the hospital and unable to care for you at this time. Since you have no relatives or legal guardian with you, you are currently the responsibility of the state.”
“I know that Walt was asked by your mother to look after you when she went into the hospital, and I see that you two are close, but he is not your relative and he is not your legal guardian. It is my hope we can leave you with Walt until your mother is better. But I need to get approval and also ask you some questions. Do you understand?” Tommy asked Dylan, who was looking terrified and white as a ghost.
“I think so. Is my mom ok?” Dylan asked.
“We are going to talk about your mother when we get back with Walt, he knows more than I do about her as he is in touch with her doctor. OK?” Dylan’s eyes started to get watery and he was on the verge of tears.
“Do you feel safe with Walt?”
“Yes, Walt is my friend and he is better to me than my own mother is.”
“Has Walt given you any drugs or alcohol – beer, wine, or other things like that?”
“Ew, no.”
“Excellent. Next has Walt touched you in a way that makes you uncomfortable?”
“No!” Dylan was getting frustrated at these questions.
“Has Walt touched your body in the area that would be covered by your bathing suit?”
“Speedo or surfer shorts?”
“Cute. Dylan, I have to ask these questions, I am sorry if you don’t like them. Can you help me do my job to help you?”
“No, he has not touched my pee pee, dingle balls or bum bum,” Dylan responded sarcastically.
Tommy had to stifle a laugh, “I see, no dingle ball touching,” Tommy said and was writing in his notes. “Don’t write that! I was joking!” Dylan said. “Oh, so he did touch your dingle balls,” and he broke into a laugh. “I was just teasing you back.” Dylan laughed and relaxed.
“Let’s just finish this up, I am so hungry I am about to pass out,” Tommy said.
“Has Walt asked you to touch his bathing suit zone. You know, his dingle balls and such?”
Dylan smiled, “No and let’s stop saying dingle balls.”
Dylan knew that these questions would be asked at some point and was totally ready to keep the secrets between he and Walt.
Last question for now, “Do you want to stay with Walt or would you prefer me to make another arrangement?”
“Are you crazy, I want to stay with Walt.”
“Ok kiddo, let’s go back and get our vittles.”
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I saw the two of them walking back to the restaurant and they were both smiling and laughing so it appears that it went well. We had just gotten all of the food and were arranging it on the table as they arrived.
“OK, let’s eat. You will find that food tastes much better when it is paid for by the taxpayers of Florida!” Tommy joked. We all sat and dug in while trying not to look at the mess the boys were making as they devoured the food in front of them. We made small talk and had a great time talking about the parks. Rob was actually a fan of Tommy’s podcast and was a little star struck when he made the connection.
All the food was devoured and it was time to have a conversation with Dylan about his mom.
Tommy spoke up, “Rob and Ryan, Walt and I need to have a private chat with Dylan. Can we do that and meet up with you shortly?”
Rob was looking at his schedule and said, “Why don’t we go get in line at the Indiana Jones stunt Spectacular and save you seats. The show starts in one hour.”
“That is perfect Rob!” Tommy said and off they went. We moved to an isolated table away from other guest so our conversation remained private.
I started the conversation, “We need to discuss your mother with you and what is happening at the hospital. I assume you and Tommy did not talk about this already.” Both Tommy and Dylan shook their heads. Dylan looked terrified.
“As you know, your mother had a medical emergency and ended up at the hospital last night. We talked about her condition and that she would need surgery.”
“Yes, and you said that she was going to be ok because it was as easy operation,” Dylan interjected.
“That’s right Dylan, but before she went for surgery, she had another emergency and her appendix burst before they could operate. They did the surgery and her condition got much worse. She has a blood infection called sepsis and that has caused her to fall in a coma.”
“Is she dead!” Dylan was crying and frantic. I moved over to him and hugged him. “Tommy, can you continue, while I sit with Dylan.”
“No Dylan, she is not dead. Being in a coma is like being asleep while the body tries to fix itself,” Tommy said.
“Is she going to die?” Tommy and I looked at each other as we realized we had to break the news to him.
“We don’t know Dylan, but it is possible. The doctors are doing everything they can and she is getting great care. They all know she has a little boy that needs her so they are going to do their very best to make her better,” Tommy explained.
Dylan was crying steadily now and had his head buried in my chest as I hugged him and rubbed his back to try and calm him. Tommy’s phone rang and he silently dismissed himself from the table. Dylan continued to cry and we just held each other and I reiterated Tommy’s comments.
“Uncle Walt, what is going to happen to me if she dies? I can’t live with Alexi, he hates me!”
“Don’t worry about Alexi, that would not be an option. He has left Florida anyway and told the doctor he wants a divorce,” I told Dylan, news that you would think would be anything but comforting but, in this case, it was a mercy. Dylan didn’t press it further and we remained snuggled as Dylan calmed and became quiet.
When Dylan stopped crying, I heard him say a little prayer for his mother and asked God to make me his father if she died. That innocent and sad request to God made me cry silently.
Tommy walked over to us. He had his hand over the phone and asked when my wife was coming. I responded tomorrow. He started to walk away and I heard him say, “She will be in tonight.” I smiled realizing that he really was advocating for Dylan and me.
Tommy finished his call and returned to his seat.
“Dylan, are you ok to finish our talk?”
He released me and turned to look at Tommy with a sad face, red swollen eyes and tear streaks down his cheeks. My heart broke again.
“Walt, Dylan told me he wanted to stay with you when we met outside. He confirmed that you have not touched his dingle balls and that he felt safe and loved,” Tommy said with a smile trying to lighten the mood a bit.
Dylan smiled for a brief moment at Tommy at their private joke. I looked at Tommy with a WTF look on my face. “Just a private joke,” Tommy replied.
“So, I have just talked to the director and he has signed a temporary legal guardianship agreement to make Walt your temporary legal guardian. Walt, he is scanning and faxing it to the hotel now, we can both sign it when we go back later and I will take the original to the office.”
Dylan turned to hug me again and while I knew he was happy with the arrangement, his sadness for his mother eclipsed his joy.
“Dylan, I have one last question for you. Do you have any relatives – aunts, uncles, cousins, etc.”
“No sir. Except a very old aunt in California – I think she is an old age home.”
“Dylan, do you want to go back to the hotel now or meet Rob and Ryan at the Indiana Jones show?” I asked.
“No, I will likely never get back to Disney again, sitting in a hotel feeling sad is silly. Let’s stay.” He paused and then said, “When can I see my mom?”
“I will ask the doctor when it is best, but you know that she will not be able to talk to you and she will be hooked up to a lot of machines. It could be scary,” I said.
“I still want to go,” he said.
“Ok, I will arrange it.”
Dylan got up, grabbed my hand and pulled me to my feet. “Let’s go.” He stopped, turned, looked at me and said “what are you waiting for Social Worker.” Tommy smiled, and the three of us had a slow walk to Indiana Jones.
I turned to Tommy and whispered, “I heard what you said to your director. Thank you.”
“I hate lying, but he was not going to ok it if it was just you even for one night. The boy needs you and I had to make that happen. Just keep your hands off of his dingle balls,” and he laughed. I looked again with a WTF face, he sensed my question. “I will explain later,” he said. What the heck did Dylan tell him? Dingle balls? Is he telling me to keep my hands off his testicles? Why would he say that?
We arrived at the show just as the line had finished being seated. I scanned the audience and saw Ryan jumping up and down to get our attention – they had amazing seats. We walked the center section, second row aisle seats. Dylan sat beside me and held my hand tightly. Ryan moved to sit beside Dylan and put his arm around Dylan and pulled him in for a hug. They were so cute together and they chatted until the show started. Tommy on the aisle, then me, Dylan, Ryan and Rob.
The show was awesome and Dylan was enraptured by the spectacular. I am very glad he decided to stay and enjoy the park, sitting around worrying is pointless. He laughed his head off at the abuse the phony audience member was subjected to. Being a junior Disney Genius, he knew the gag before it started. He jumped at the explosions and applauded wildly.
As the show ended, Dylan announced “We are going to Tower of Terror next.” We all just followed along. Tommy stayed with us for the rest of the day and Dylan was our guide, we managed to hit every ride and see every show in the park. Last up was Fantasmic, the night time extravaganza.
“Hurry up everyone, Fantasmic starts in a half hour!” Dylan ordered as he powered through the crowd with the four of us in tow. As we arrived at the amphitheater, Dylan grabbed my hand and pulled me along – the seating was very limited and he escorted me to a seating area for two with a place for three two rows back on the aisle. “Tommy, you Rob and Ryan sit there,” pointing at the seats behind them. “Walt and I will sit here.”
We all took our seats and Dylan snuggled into me. “I have missed you so much Walt,” I put my arm around him and held him tightly. I have been hesitant to show too much affection towards the boy all day to avoid raising any concerns with Tommy as to the appropriateness of our relationship. Maybe I was being too paranoid, but I know very well how suspicious CPS social workers are.
“I am so worried about my mom. Do you think she is going to die Walt?” he said as he sobbed quietly. Dylan had been so intent on power touring today I don’t think he had any time to think about the life changing news he got this afternoon. Just sitting here waiting for the show and alone, Dylan’s brave face started to crumble just a little bit.
“Dylan buddy, I just don’t know what is going to happen. I know she is getting good care and she is fighting to recover in her own way. There is no way she would want to leave a great kid like you.” I could feel Dylan’s body convulse but he was trying to remain quiet to avoid making a scene.
“Should we leave Dylan?” “No, I am ok. I really want to see this,” Dylan said as he sat upright ready for the show.
“When are your wife and son coming?”
“They are coming tomorrow late afternoon.”
“Have you told them about me?”
“Not yet, but I am going to call her tonight and fill her in.”
“Can it be just you and I in the room tonight?”
“Sure pal. We are going to have dinner together and Tommy has to come up so I can sign some papers, but after that it will be just you and I. Maybe you can tell me what ‘dingle balls’ are,” I said.
Dylan gave a little chuckle and said, “I am never going to live that down.”
We were still holding hands and he moved our joined hands to his lap and pressed them into his crotch. When he first started, I did not feel anything, he was obviously soft but still craving the contact. He held my hand there, periodically pushing it into his lap where his cute little penis would be resting under his shorts. Each time he pushed, I subconsciously looked around to see if anyone was noticing, but the way we were sitting and how his large hoodie was hanging, it would be impossible.
I took his lead and allowed my hand to stay and I also lightly stroked his shorts. I felt his boyhood start to fill out in his shorts with the petting. He was enjoying the discreet ministrations and spread his legs slightly and I reached down between them and started to lightly squeeze his package. As I squeezed, I was feeling his testicles and penis through his shorts – thank the lord for big baggy hoodies. Based on what I felt, he was not wearing briefs adding to the feelings I was giving him and the thrill he was giving me. His little penis twitched every few minutes and Dylan quietly moaned each time.
I turned my head to see if Tommy was watching us and he was not paying the slightest bit of attention to us and was focused on the show.
As the show ended, so did the lap fun. I told him to tuck his dick into his shorts band and he said his hoodie was enough and he was right. He was able to stand up with his little boy tent hidden from public view.
We enjoyed sitting together and I was happy to bring a bit of pleasure to this wonderful boy on this terrible day. Hopefully his Disney day and Fantasmic petting, I hope that he was enjoying himself and not focused on his mother, a situation he could not change.
Fantasmic was an awesome show. While, I have seen it a few times before, but as I have realized seeing show and riding rides I have seen and done multiple times before with someone you care for makes it a whole new, and wonderful, experience. As the show ended, we rejoined our party and Dylan and Ryan walked together while they talked about the amazing effects of the show.
We moved slowly with the crowd towards the exit and my car. We decided to grab some carrot cake cookies from Starring Roles to bring back to the room as a treat. These cookies are simply the best snack in all of the parks, in my opinion, and I was having a problem carrying, and not eating, them.
It felt like it took forever to get to the car, but we eventually reached it and all piled in and made the short trip back to the hotel. As we were driving, everyone was tired but happy and looking forward to dinner. We agreed we would have dinner together at the Contempo Café and then go our own way for the night. I still had to sign paperwork for Tommy’s agency, which I was planning to do when dinner was done.
We walked in to the lobby of the hotel and as we passed the registration desk, I heard a young boy’s voice yell, “Daddy!” and I turned my head to see my son running towards me and he shouted, “Surprise!” I thought quickly to myself that if Marvin the Martian walked in a vaporized my right arm, I would be less surprised.
As I scooped my son into my arms, my wife Alicia smiled and walked towards the six of us. Dylan looked up at me and mouthed “oh crap.”
Oh crap, indeed…
- to be continued -