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   I was sitting in my library thinking about getting married in less than
three hours to a beautiful blond girl twenty years younger than myself. 
Our twin girlfriends who were to be our attendants were also going to go
with us on our honeymoon.  My thoughts were interrupted by the exquisite
blowjob I was getting from our maid.



   Like you, I kept asking myself, how did a very ordinary man like me get
to live a life that would make Hugh Hefner jealous?  It was nothing that I
pursued but it just happened by living life as compassionately and normally
as I knew how.  It also had the sadness of death that had caused the
synchrony of events that brought us all together and allowed the five of us
to find happiness in each other in other.

   Before the schoolhouse

   When I was 17 my Aunt Sylvia and Uncle Bud took two beautiful little
girls into their home through foster care.  Mariko and Akiko were their
names.  The girls were three year old twins of Japanese parents.  The girls
had long shiny hair, dark eyes and skin that looked as if it was made from
porcelain.  Their mother, Midori, had been a model before their birth and
their father, Kenji was a computer engineer.



   The company that Kenji worked for was losing market share of the punch
card reader business and he knew that he was likely to lose his job.  As
business slowed down he turned to heavier and heavier drinking.  His
drinking combined with his medication caused the loss of rationality and
blackouts.  He would go into fits of rage and terrorize his wife and little
girls slapping them and hitting the mother.



   She knew no one that she could turn to and had very little English so
complaining was out of the question.  There was also the cultural aspect
that forbade airing family problems and bringing disgrace on the family. 
Both her family and Kenji's family had disowned them; her for being a
model; an occupation outside the commonly accepted line of work in their
community and his for marrying her.  Her husband and daughters were the
only family she had and she wanted to make things work out for their sake
but things just slowly deteriorated.



   When Kenji was notified that the company was closing at the end of the
month he had a mental meltdown.  He went home and started drinking sake,
cup after cup and then straight from the bottle.  When the second bottle
was gone he shouted for Midori to bring him another bottle.



   Midori bowed and apologized that there was no more in the house as she
desperately tried to calm him down.  Kenji grabbed her by the throat and
started hitting and shouting at her.  The girls crawled behind the futon
crying and tiring to hide from him while hugging each other.



   He finally wore himself out and stumbled to the bedroom and passed out.
After a while the girls crawled out and went over to where their mother lay
on the floor.  They tried to get her attention but when she didn't respond
they started crying.  As they cried harder and harder to get her attention
the neighbor in the next apartment came to check on them and found the
mother dead.



   Once the police and child protective services got done at the scene, it
was apparent the girls would never live with their father again.  They were
fortunate that instead of the uncaring Nazi worker that is typical of child
protective services in many parts of the country, that the one that was on
duty was a new hire just out of college.  She still had compassion in her
heart and stars in her eyes.



   She took the children to the hospital to be checked out and then
situated them with a couple to watch them for the next few days.  She then
went back to the apartment and packed up all the children's belongings
instead of just a small paper bag of necessary items.



   Aunt Sylvia and Uncle Bud got a call two days later and asked if they
could take these two girls into their home for what appeared to be an
extended time.  They were overjoyed to help them in anyway that they could.



   There was a lot of crying in their home for a few days and the funeral
was particularly hard as there was no family and few friends to help out. A
couple from Aunt Sylvia's church knew the family from seeing them around
the apartment complex and made all the arraignments for the funeral.  Other
church families donated money to pay all the expenses for the funeral so
that the girls would know in years to come that their mother had been
treated with care and love in her final moments.



   When the girls' father sobered up and came to his senses he was
devastated at what had happened.  Kenji cooperated with the authorities as
far as signing papers to allow for custody of the girls and providing
contact information with the family in Japan.  He warned the child services
people that the both families had disowned them when they married and he
did not think that there would be much response from the families when
child services contacted them.



   He seemed icily calm and reasoned about all the arraignments; giving
suggestions of his opinion of the best long term arraignments for the girls
and having his public defender draft papers transferring all his assets
into a trust and giving the attorney instructions on consolidation of the
assets into funding the trust.  He gave specific instructions on finding
adoptive parents and how he wanted the trust managed for the girls.  The
attorney representing him kept telling him that he needed to be thinking
about his defense and trial and that the girls could wait.  Kenji refused
to discuss this until the girls were provided for to his satisfaction.



   On the day of the funeral, Kenji meditated all day.  At lights out he
sat on the floor of the cell and wrote a long letter.  The guards making
their rounds became accustomed to seeing him studiously bent over his bunk
writing.  When the lights were turned out, Kenji remained on the floor
praying.  At midnight the shift changed and the new guards did a count. 
The new guard showed the light into the cell and saw that there was
something around his neck.



   Kenji had made a tourniquet out of a twisted trash can liner and placed
it around his neck and committed suicide.



   Child services found Kenji's prediction about contacting relatives in
Japan to be accurate.  They could get no response from the families other
than to say that they no longer had a child.  The problem was that the
papers that Kenji had signed before his death were not complete and
therefore would not permit adoption.  The public defender that drafted them
was not familiar with the process and had not completed all the necessary
form and really was not concerned because he believed that there was plenty
of time after the trial.



   My aunt and uncle petitioned the court to permit adoption based on the
shown intent of the father.  The judge was an understanding person and
explained that it was specifically prohibited without all the forms.  In
consideration of all documents including statements and letters from Kenji,
statements from the public defender, and child protective services, he
designated Aunt Sylvia and Uncle Bud as a permanent placement foster
parents that would be effective until they turned 18 years old or papers
could be signed by next of kin.



   Uncle Bud and Aunt Sylvia were relatives that I was especially fond of
and was in their house often.  These girls stole my heart.  They were cute
and reserved around most people, but I started taking lessons in Japanese
and would talk to them.  Soon they were teaching me new words and would
open up to me when they would be withdrawn from others.  This is not to say
that they did not speak English; they caught up to children their own age
rapidly, but Japanese was to them like a well known toy or stuffed animal.
It brought them comfort when they needed comforted.



   My Aunt Sylvia was a Southern lady that had been raised in the tradition
of graciousness and elegance that so typified the wealthy families of the
old south.  My uncle was from a middle class background that had learned
both hard work and manners.  They meshed perfectly.  Aunt Sylvia's family
was disappointed in her choice of a companion of the working class, but
when they finally met him at college graduation ceremonies they came to
like him and to regard him highly.



   This was the setting in which these two darling girls found themselves
placed.



   As they started school, I always made it a point to be at their school
functions with my aunt and uncle.  Aunt Sylvia and Uncle Bud enrolled the
girls in gymnastics and dance before their fourth birthday and they simply
poured themselves into practice and performance.



   They continued to grow and develop as two well loved children could be
expected to grow.  They did well in school and their gymnastics and dance
made them almost shoo-in's for cheerleading.  I did my best to get to all
their games to try to support them.  I found it slightly saddening that two
beautiful girls that could be so outgoing in their performances could have
such insecurities in their private life.



   They clung to each other even more than usual for twins and I felt that
it was a reaction to dealing with their mother's death and the upheaval
that surrounded it.  They surprised me by seemingly finding in me a source
of support in addition to that found at home.



   About the time that they were eleven, Uncle Bud went into the hospital
for some heart problem and Aunt Sylvia asked if I could help get them to
the school activities and a dance recital while she was with Uncle Bud.  I
told the girls that they were to just consider my home as their home until
everything was resolved with their dad.



   Aunt Sylvia apologized for ruining my plans for a date on Friday.  I
told her that not only did I not have any plans, but I had TWO beautiful
dates that I would be happy to take out.



   The girls got all excited because Aunt Sylvia had told them that they
had to be 16 before they could start dating in a group and a senior before
they were allowed to go on dates by themselves.



   As a brief aside, I did not know that I was starting something that
would go on for a long time.  Due to circumstances that occurred shortly
afterward, I continued these "dates" which were a special time of bonding,
mentoring, and support every two weeks with few exceptions.  Sometimes we
would decide to make it a dress up affair and go to a fancy dinner and the
symphony or other formal activity that they enjoyed, and other times it was
casual.  At least once a summer I would take them to Sea World or Geauga
Lake amusement park in northeast Ohio.



   I was a little over my head with all this planning and parenting.  I was
only 24, living alone and trying to get my life started and now I had two
children to get to school and care for with no warning.  Fortunately I was
self employed, so my "boss" gave me the flex time that I needed.



   Uncle Bud was in the hospital for about two weeks having tests run and
specialists brought in for conferences.  His heart problem was more serious
that the doctors realized.  There were several potential causes of his
problem that were found; some were job related, others were due to
hereditary health problems.  This was before the days of HMOs and managed
health care that demanded drive through heart and brain surgery so he was
kept where they could keep watch on him.



   I would take the girls up to see him for 15 or 20 minutes after I picked
them up at school and then take them back in the evening for another brief
visit.



   I tried to find a balance between keeping normalcy in their life, and
providing a healthy level of distraction.



   The doctors scheduled him for surgery but were unaware that he had an
aneurism on his aorta.  During surgery it ruptured and they were unable to
save him.  Aunt Sylvia called and told me what happened and asked me if I
could break the news to the twins or if I wanted to bring them to the
hospital so she could tell them.  I told her that I would tell them if she
wanted me to, but I wanted her to make sure that she would not have any
regrets that she didn't tell them.  She told me that she was barely dealing
with it herself and did not know how she could crush their world like that.




   When I got off the phone they came peeking around the door as if they
had a premonition that something was wrong.  I went to my big recliner to
gather my thoughts and they came over to me and crawled up in my lap.  I
started by telling them that their mom had just called me.  When I paused
for breath, first Mariko then Akiko started crying and hugging me.  I just
held them and let them cry.



   They asked me why their daddy had to die.  I could only tell them that
some things could never be answered.  My parents had both died within a few
months of each other and I still had no answers as to why I was left almost
alone.



   When they finally settled down a little, I asked them if they wanted to
go to the hospital to be with their mother.  They looked at each other and
communicated with that special way that twins have and told me they wanted
to help their mother.  I was amazed at the compassion and maturity that
these two 11 year old girls showed wanting to help their mother.



   They had lost their mother now their foster father, Daddy or Daddy Bud
as they sometimes called him.  What they did not know yet was that Aunt
Sylvia was struggling with congestive heart failure.  She was dealing with
the effects but with Uncle Bud's illness had not taken time to get herself
checked.  After Uncle Bud's funeral was over and the other associated
details were addressed, she went to the doctor and he initially told her
that she was dealing with depression and that time would make the problems
go away.  The doctor gave her some anti-depressants and told her to come
back in two weeks.



   The doctor was away on vacation when she went back and was seen by a
visiting doctor at her next appointment.  Aunt Sylvia told him of her
problems and he started checking into her illness a little deeper than
might have been the case if he was not bored with his light duty.



   She wanted to keep it from the twins, but their perceptive little minds
recognized that something was wrong.  Finally she sat down with them and
gave them the details of what was wrong with her as she understood her
illness.  They did their best to help with household chores and duties.  I
started taking them to their after school activities and on the weekend
would take them grocery shopping and doing the other running needed to take
care of the needs of a house.



   As Aunt Sylvia deteriorated I helped her and the girls more each day.  I
set the girls up with their own room at my house so that when they needed
to stay they would have a feeling of permanence and belonging.  I
recognized that this situation created stresses for both the girls and Aunt
Sylvia as she was morning the death of Uncle Bud while dealing with dealing
with her own illness and rapidly approaching the end of her life and they
were dealing with the same issues and still trying to be teenagers.  I
found that teenage girls could spend hours trying to decide decorating
styles and colors but I encouraged them because I recognized the value of
the distraction and I also wanted them to have a feeling of ownership when
it was completed.



   Aunt Sylvia likewise fixed or had fixed a room for me when I stayed
there.  Our houses were only 20 minutes apart but it made things easier to
be able to stay where the need was greatest.



   When the girls reached their senior year in High School it became
obvious to all that it was going to be a race between the health of Aunt
Sylvia, the girls' birthday, and the end of school.



   The girls would turn 18 in November but to prepare for the unexpected,
before the start of school we had several meetings with the court appointed
foster care monitor, Aunt Sylvia's attorney, and at four of the meetings I
attended along with the girls.


Continued in Chapter 2   


  
A Schoolhouse Lifestyle Chap 1