As I was resting with Vincent sitting on my lap, inspired by a scene from Lolita where Humbert Humbert has the little nymphet in his lap. I had a serious conversation with him. I told him that if he ever told anyone else about what we had just done, I would probably be sent to prison and he would never see me again. “Can I tell Donald?” he asked. “That depends on whether he can keep a secret.
But whatever you do, don't tell him or anyone else that I put my willy in your bottom.” “But that was the bestest best part of it!”
“Vincent, if you can't promise me that you'll never tell anyone, including Donald, I won't ever do it with you again. I'm very serious about this, because I'm frightened that the wrong sort of people may get to hear of it and I'll be sent to prison.” At that, Vincent understood my concern and he promised he would never tell anyone.
“But can I tell Donald that I've seen your willy?” “I suppose that wouldn't hurt, so long as you don't tell him I've touched your bottom. But don't even mention any of it except in private or with me.” He agreed and reiterated his promise. The conversation terminated and we got up to go out. As we neared the door the phone rang: it was Niki telling me that her mother was worried that she might not recover from her injuries. She needed to stay with her mother for several days, but didn't really need the car. She would return and ask me to drive her back to her mother's house. This we did, and it was late afternoon when I returned home with Vincent and the car. I drove past Donald's grandmother's house. Vincent saw Donald walking home and asked me to stop to pick him up. When Donald sat in the car, he said his Mum and Dad were home and asked if Vincent and I could talk to them. Irene was watching for Donald's return and was surprised to see him get out of my car. She invited me in, introduced herself as Janet, and explained that she and her husband Danny had bought a corner shop type of business and they had to work every day to make it pay. I told Janet that I worked at home and my wife Niki remained as a housewife, so that we were at home all the time. If they found Donald's boarding school fees too much to bear, they might consider an arrangement with us and send him to a local day school. I stressed that the arrangement wouldn't be financial, but we would have to consider other things such as discipline. My impression of Donald was that he was well-behaved, but I stressed that I had only met him for a short while. Janet told me that her mother, who was quite a disciplinarian, had never shown any dislike for anything that Donald did and had praised him as a good boy. I suggested that Donald could spend the next day with us, and Janet was very happy with the idea. At that moment, Danny came downstairs after having a shower and introduced himself. Janet explained what we had decided and Danny approved in no uncertain terms. I told him that any firm decisions about the future would have to be discussed with Niki, and he agreed that it was essential. I told them of my situation with Vincent; that I wasn't really his uncle and had only known him for a short while.
But his mother and the police were obviously happy with me as a temporary guardian; he was staying with me for a week as a trial to test whether his mother could bear to be separated from him for an extended period. I also told them about my mother-in-law's accident and that my wife was looking after her for the foreseeable future; I would have to get used to being husband and housewife at the same time. I spent an agreeable hour or two chatting with them and hearing each other's life stories. One discovery I made was that the three of them were interested in naturism; they had spent several naturist holidays together and were thus completely uninhibited.
When I recounted the episode in the toilets that morning, culminating in Donald's embarrassment, Janet told me that her mother had been brought up in a strict religious family. Janet had never accepted the premise that naked bodies were dirty, and had impressed the same on Donald. She now understood that Donald was being pulled in two different directions on that subject, and she didn't like it. I assured her that my morals were more in line with theirs, although I had never seriously considered involvement in naturism. Danny said that it was effectively an acquired taste, and probably not for everyone. He and Janet were not in the least bothered by my implied rejection. It was time for Vincent and me to return to our own home. Janet called the boys downstairs and as we were leaving she said, “Donald will be ready for you tomorrow morning. Just ring the doorbell and he'll come out.” Vincent and I returned home, and Vincent told me that he had seen and touched Donald's willy; Donald had been unconcerned at showing it, so they had exchanged views and touches. They hadn't gone further than that; Vincent decided to leave the next step for the morrow. I bathed Vincent without more sexual action; we were both slightly jaded but were looking forward to some more in the morning, perhaps with Donald included. I put Vincent to bed, read him a story and went downstairs to put in some work hours.