Chapter 13-2 Book 7

Chapter 13-2

Pre Wedding-Details

Part 3

Stringham went first, considering he was paying a sizeable portion of tomorrow's wedding. He had asked Bishop Earl to do the honors at the main ceremony. Mostly because they had become good friends over the years, Bishop Sakes said he had no problem with that and took a seat and made himself comfortable as he went over the paperwork, making sure the names were spelled correctly and in the right order. Grandma had convinced or asked Stringham for a big favor, and it was if he would have Mr. Kenly pick up my father, Jim, so he could attend the ceremony. Stringham laughed. "You really think he'd come?"

Grandma said. "No, but I would like him to, so he could see his son being married. Even if he is being married as Nate Carrion tomorrow, I can fill him in."

Stringham said. "And if he doesn't want to come peacefully?"

Grandma said. "Tranq, the son of a bitch, put a bag over his head and dress that good-for-nothing son of mine in a tux. I want him there, and he can spend one night having hot, passionate sex with his wife in that nice hotel you have reserved for her. I'll take the kids and they can have one night together. Dose him up with so much with that go juice that makes him crazy to jump her bones all night long, even if you have to tie him to the bed to do it, naked mind you.

"Then drop me off at his house and I'll tend the kiddies until they come back Saturday night so we can all go to church in the morning … you, me … and the lot of them taking up the entire half side of the chapel. I want him there; I want him to see how proud I am of my grandson and his friends. Risking their lives as you take down those crazy sons of bitches and send them straight to hell. You owe me that Stringham, you owe me for letting you take my grandson and use him as bate."

Stringham said. "Doris, I owe you a lot more than that. I was going to do it anyway because I really do believe his father should see his own son get married. He might not believe it otherwise. Yet, if he saw it, and knew it was him, he could not dispute it. He cannot say he was being immoral having sex with his own wife, or his case two wives and one husband or … never mind you know what I mean?"

Grandma said. "It's a mind-stopper I have to admit, but hey it is the 80s."

He said. "I'll make it happen. Now let us find you a nice comfortable seat. I don't want you to miss any of it. I have asked Mr. Vincent to record it for us so you and we can all have a copy."

My adoptive Mom stepped up to the front. "The girls have requested that they would like their boys to put on their tuxes. If you would please do so, it would mean so much to us parents. We have been dying to see how nice they will look, so when we put on a show tomorrow we can really enjoy the fact we have seen them as they are, not who they are pretending to be. I apologize for the late hour, but we figured since we wouldn't be getting up at the crack of dawn in the morning for the baptisms we could sleep in. Until then, visit among yourselves and help yourselves to some cake and ice cream."

We boys hurried down the hall, with Stringham and Coach Brady running right behind us as Mom guarded the door to her room where the girls and ladies were changing into their wedding dresses. Dad and Stringham made sure we looked smart as we straightened each other's bow ties and cuffs and did extra polish to our shoes. Mom didn't like shoes being worn in the house, but tonight it was special. She wanted us to look our best as we took our places in the back along the wall in the order we were given. Stringham wanted to go last so he could show that he wasn't conceded just because he had money.

It was our queue as when the music started. It was Mom's favorite Song: I'll Be Your Candle on the Water, by Helen Reddy. Tomorrow night it will be the wedding march, using a large pipe organ. Everyone gasped, seeing the girls as they lined up at the top in the same order as us that would be marrying. Mr. Vincent gave them the cue as we walked our brides one at a time down the aisle only separating us by a few feet.

Tomorrow would be a whole different lineup, and we would spend almost two hours rehearsing it until it was perfect because it was going to be the biggest thing in Salt Lake City news in a very long time. Grandma smiled and had tears in her eyes as I came down the aisle with Rhoda after Jody and Dave. My adoptive Mom was taking pictures with her little camera. She and my mother had tears in their eyes as I took my place, letting my bride step away to the other side of the aisle so the rest of the brides and grooms could have the room.

Arthur didn't look happy seeing us all decked out as he sat quietly with Dad and my brothers. Sparky too was more than happy to help as he whined wanting to jump onto my pant leg and would have if he wasn't being leashed by Jared as he picked him up and put him on his lap. Jake and his dog insisted on coming to the wedding as well as he was leashed sitting on Billy's lap. I didn't tell Sparky that he was staying home this trip, because I couldn't watch him, not going house to house seeing my friends, not with my father being home.

I didn't trust him; he hated the idea of me having any kind of pet. But I had something picked out that really was going to make his day. I had my eye on a little white poodle for my mother and I wanted to give it to her for her birthday to replace the one she lost. Of course, it would be an early birthday present because her birthday wasn't until the end of October, and I wouldn't see her again until Thanksgiving. For now, it was a secret; knowing my mother had always wanted another dog, but my father had forbidden it.

I had told Tony to pick it up on his way to my house since he was taking my grandmother to my mother's house, and it would be a good time for him to case the joint. After he and Jenny went over the Cranny's house with a fine-tooth comb leaving him or Jenny with me and to guard against any bad guys. We weren't planning on spending the night, but the girls wanted to do some shopping before we headed to Santaquin, making sure we had enough food for us so we wouldn't seem like we were freeloaders to my father. Instead of having to drive back just to go grocery shopping. It also gave Robert and Michael a chance to pack a suitcase after my Dad suggested that Paul and Jeanie could use some alone time.

Tony and Jenny would take her two smaller children Christopher and Tanya for the week and move into Stringham's small house that he and Dave usually stay in during the winter months. With it was empty with Jody and Dave on their honeymoon and him as well. It would give Tony and Jenny a place to stay and still be close enough to keep tabs on me.

Once everyone made it down the aisle, it was a simple ceremony as we were married. Using our real names and signatures on the dotted line of the marriage certificate. Stringham promised that tomorrow they could take as many pictures as possible as they wanted and he would set up a photographer to take the real ones so our parents could have them and us. It was nearly 11 pm before we made it to bed. Stringham made sure that each of the houses was locked as he and the people who were staying in his cabin had gone with him.

Both my Moms and my grandmother kissed me and Eli and our girls goodnight, as we all stepped over sleeping bags and pillows. The room was so full we had to undress inside our walk-in closet, just so we wouldn't step on anyone and so we could keep our clothes neat for tomorrow. Eli said, shaking a thermos he had stolen from the kitchen. "I could use a nice hot bath," giving the thermos another shake and a silly grin. He quickly headed for the bathroom as he streaked naked, telling anyone who needed to use the bathroom. Now's their chance because this one is being occupied, and they can use the one down the hall.

Everyone laughed as they climbed into their sleeping bags. Dad said nothing about not sleeping together in combined sleeping bags. He said kids on the floor and adults get the beds. Because we were legally married and our parents had signed the permission forms, we were considered adults.

I may not have had my father's blessing. I did, however, have both my mother's blessing and my adoptive Dad's blessing. So, it said on the paper of the marriage certificate and when I am visiting my mother. Rhoda and Eli took my Rothwell name, and Jackie took Eli's last name from Alden. Bishop Sakes listed Eli and me with each other's last name as our second middle name. I would be known on paper as Eric T. A. Rothwell. And Eli would be known as Eli R, R Alden. The first initial stood for Richard.

Rhoda would be known as Rhoda Alden Rothwell or and Jackie would be Jackie Andrew, her late father and take Eli's last name, Alden. But that is only on paper and when I am visiting my mother and after it was safe to come out of hiding. But at that time, the world knew us as the Carrion four—or at least, Heber did, as far as the Satanic Church was concerned. This was mainly because I was the billionaire's son. Not that we really cared, it was just a name.

Then, of course, if we decide to get a divorce we would go back to our original names. Sad to say that did happen, but it was years before that took place. Grandma didn't invite any of my relatives to the wedding because they wouldn't have understood, and I never saw them that much to make it matter. So, we just kept it between us. I had asked once or twice over the years if they knew about me being married or if my grandmother or my mother even mentioned that I was part of the group that was helping to take down the Satanic Church in the 80s.

Sad to say they never knew, but they do remember hearing about it on the news as the Satanic Panic of the 80s that was responsible for all the crimes I have mentioned. But as for me, they didn't know I was involved or part of it … and were kind of taken aback as they looked at me in a different light. Then once again, they shook their heads and said not believing a broken-down old man, a piece of garbage in their eyes. "No, you are just pulling our leg. You … I don't see it happening." Then again, like I said they were never really part of my life, so it really wasn't surprising, nor have they wanted to be. Since I and Aaron were considered as nothing important and were invisible and an embarrassment to all of them, and I doubt even now that will ever change.

After a nice hot relaxing bath, we crawled into bed and died and went to heaven. We did our best to keep it down as the girls stifled howls of pleasure as Eli and I had hot passionate sex with them until nearly 2 am. He was learning some new moves from me and was really getting into it with Jackie, who was also finding out that Eli could really put out. Now that he isn't such a shy boy around her anymore or afraid to touch her in that way, he wasn't used to the kissing and cuddly stuff, but now that he got a taste of it. He tells me he can't imagine being without it.

I told him as long as we were married; he didn't have to live without it. In fact, I wanted him to kiss me in public as often as possible, and that includes church and school. They can say yew, gross all they want. All we have to do is show them our wedding rings. After all, it's not illegal to be seen kissing in public regardless of if it is a girl or boy or a boy kissing a boy and a girl kissing a girl. They may not like it, but they can't stop it.

Mom told us we could sleep in, but she didn't say how late. It just meant it wouldn't be at the crack of dawn. Opening the door at 5:30 am is still at the crack of dawn in my opinion. Telling us breakfast will be ready in an hour and a half, and she wanted us on the road before nine so we could have plenty of time to get ready for the main event. We all groaned as we all fought for the bathroom, letting the girls take it. Why us boys simply dressed after cramming us all into a shower with a toothbrush in our mouths as we did double duty as the girls hogged the mirror? The once enormous bathroom seemed small, compared to before, with fifteen of us in total sharing it at the same time. In some ways, I was looking forward to having my room back and my friends going back to their homes. In other cases, not so much because the only way I would see my Santaquin friends would be when I was visiting my mother. Or my nudist friends when I visit them next summer when they leave for home next Friday.

To help Dotty out, Dad and Mr. Vincent made a list of the chores that needed to be done before we left for Salt Lake City for the main event in Lindon. Which was only an hour's drive, but only twenty minutes or so from the Marriott in Salt Lake City, but everything we needed to be done was there. Dad wasn't about to have our housekeeper work herself into a frenzy cleaning up after us, and she shouldn't have to. So, we all pitched in. It was almost noon before we actually got on the road. It looked like a funeral as the limos carried us and my friend's cars following us behind as we drove down the freeway. Stringham never does anything halfway, as he pulled into the Marriott nearly filling the entire parking lot with my friend's cars.

I noticed the time that it was a little after twelve. The main event wouldn't start until 6:30 pm, but we had to be there at 3 pm to give us plenty of time for rehearsal and to prepare for the big show. The doors would be opened at 5 pm, so people would have plenty of time to find their seats. The only ones allowed inside the building will be us, our private security, and the news crews. Nobody was allowed in without a badge, being checked by our security team. Checking for weapons and making sure they were on the guest list that had reserved seating. Stringham wanted to make sure everyone was safe; he didn't care if they were from the Satanic Church or not. Rich people be dammed that he wouldn't put them in harm's way.

We didn't debate if we needed our fancy wheelchairs when all we were doing was checking into our rooms, But Stringham said the adoring fans had been camped out all night long to get a glimpse of us. So once again, we three boys became the injured pathetic ones; letting Dad and Mr. Vincent help us into them, as our adoring fans snapped pictures of us, Stringham smiled and waved as our security pushed back the crowds and passed out wedding invitations. He wanted everyone there to see the show he intended to give them. Once inside the hotel lobby, the manager greeted us with several bellboys, as the people were roped off to give us the room we needed.

Stringham quickly padded the manager's pocket with a thick envelope and the deal was sealed as he himself checked us into our rooms. Our room was on the very top floor of the building and Stringham's suite was right next to ours and Mom and Dads were across the hall, known as the west wing with Jody and Dave's next to theirs. Normally dogs weren't allowed inside hotels, but Sparky and Jake's dog got the royal treatment. They would be spending the night in the hotel and going back home in the morning, instead of everyone driving back up to Heber after the wedding.

Again, I questioned the cost, but not everyone was staying in the penthouses but on the lower floors below them. The ones that were staying in the suites were the ones getting married and the ones that were pretending or not pretending to be billionaires.

Stringham told all my friends and parents to make use of the rooms and the hotel, giving each of the parents an envelope with enough cash to paint the town. Landon each gave them a gold plastic card that would get them and their families in the door of the reception hall where their reserved seats would be waiting. He told them not to lose them because without them they would be considered normal guests and only get in if there are seats or standing room available unless they can find him or Stringham in the throngs of people.

It was a madhouse as people hurried into their rooms and quickly put their things away and ran out of them just as fast so they could paint the town. We would have catered dinner at the reception hall, but only for those who wanted seating. The going plate was 10,000 dollars per person. The fee would have discouraged normal people who came off the streets, yet to encourage people with cash like millionaires and billionaires to buy them up, mostly he wanted the big spenders of the Satanic Church to buy the available seats so we would know who they were, and take note of them for our missions when mingling among them. Plus, they helped pay for the wedding and further missions to take down the church. Stringham was always a businessman first. Nothing is ever for free.

Some had already RSVP and sent in their fee. They would get reserved first-class seats in the wedding chapel and a reserved dinner seat and two hours of meet and greet with expensive bottles of champagne and caviar and several other treats they like to indulge in. Then, they would invite the public, offering simple party favors and various snack foods at a large buffet until the food ran out. They, too, would be allowed to meet and greet for about an hour before the dance. Then we would dance for about an hour before we headed back to the hotel, while the party continued on without us. Again, I didn't even want to imagine the cost.

I overheard Stringham tell my grandmother that my father had refused to come, and she said. "And?"

Stringham said. "He chose option number two; he'll be here as promised. God help them and his mother once he is turned loose after tonight."

Grandma said. "Well, we will deal with that when the time comes. I rather have him and her reconcile their differences before we have no choice but to let Linda go through with the divorce. Hell, she'll probably kill me when she finds out that I brought him here and she finds him strapped naked to a bed so juiced up with that sex drug you guys like, not being able to do too much then let her have sex with him. But I rather have her have sex with her husband than … "That Paul!" Now that I know that he has and worst regarding his own boys. I have hope that once his wife Jeanie finds out what he has been doing behind her back, she'll divorce his no-good cheating ass, once she knows what he has been doing.

"I'd prefer seeing him go to prison for it, but that tape won't hold up in court because it was a forced confession, but trust me, Stringham. If he even touches my two grandsons in that way, I will cut it off and feed it to him as a cot-tail weenie. Then Mr. Rothwell and you can break every bone in his body, but I want the first crack at him. You hear me? First crack, or I am coming after you both for letting him even near them."

Stringham nodded, and they spit in their hands, and the deal was struck. My blood boiled, knowing what he had done. He forced his boys to have sex with him, and it had nothing to do with keeping each other alive. He did it because he liked the power it gave him. I cursed Shawn and Arthur. If it wasn't for them. Then none of this would have happened in the first place.