Chapter 9-1Book 8

Chapter 9-1

Timing

Part 2

I questioned whether our wives, Greg's sister Cindy, his younger brother Timothy, and little sister Samantha would be safe. However, with three mothers and patrolmen stationed outside, I believed they would be safe enough. The girls and his brother would be spending the night in my room, which was built like Fort Knox. Although I was more concerned about us, we had our own bodyguards stationed outside and Tony inside the house. We had placed fire extinguishers in each of the bedrooms and boarded up the windows all around the house to prevent anyone from throwing flamethrowers while we were still occupying the home.

We won't care so much when we are long gone, and it is in the developer's hands. He could burn it down or bulldoze it to the ground if he wanted, which he was going to do to make way for small housing development. We had everything we needed, a nice hot bath, cold leftover pizza, and a cooler full of cold sodas, but most importantly a bottle of body lotion and a thermos full of sex drink if we wanted it. Even some medicated KY gel and laxatives, just in case Bishop Earl and his boys wanted to go through the coring process. In fact, that was exactly what we did … we didn't need to have the girls or daughters watching or even his wife. He and they wanted to keep their wives and daughters out of it for now.

We asked them one last time if they were sure … because we couldn't undo it once it was completed. I watched them swallow hard and close my eyes and relax, letting Eli use me for a demonstration.

He and I let them go first so they could see and feel what's like from a guy's perspective. Before we did, they, like us, they all could feel the difference between what they felt like compared to a girl. Yet it tainted it as it did for us when the girls wanted us to do it to them. Because every time they wanted it, we could picture us doing this to each other. It made it so it was abusive and forceful.

But Greg and his brother Chad didn't want to get caught with their pants down, so to speak. So, when they meet other boys and fathers inside the Satanic Church they would be invited into their homes, knowing that this was considered normal. We needed to expose them; we needed to get into their secret clubs and find all the key players and take them down. We knew the only way inside was through sex, drugs, and money. Tony was fairly certain that most were using, and we needed to find the supplier and take him out. He said it would be part of our training on how to use drugs, but the drugs we would be using wouldn't be the same drugs they were using. Ours would look like theirs but not have the same effect as theirs would.

Eli said it was common for them not to share each other's drugs because they couldn't trust each other sources and less they were really, really good friends, but they would be willing to share the name and how to get them once we had proven ourselves worthy. Sex and money would be the key influence. Learning how to fight and learning how to look stone when not under the influence would be his and Coach Brady's job in teaching us.

Yet for tonight, they had to learn the coring procedure and the many ways to do it in mixed company because they believed in enjoying each other's company without the girls involved in sex. Love was something very few had because most of them married for power and money. They treated women as slaves and dirt under their fingernails, which explains Shawn and Arthur's behavior toward all women. Yet not all of them are like that. Some only marry once and keep the other women as lovers nothing more.

I cringed when it was Greg and Chad's turn. Eli had already done Bishop Earl, and so far there seemed to be no pain or very little, but it was still messy. Eli explained that with proper coring, as he demonstrated, the mess would be minimal; frequent coring would help maintain this, but the KY Jelly and laxatives were key factors. Without them, it can be quite painful like what I had gone through when Gloria raped me. They had all seen the tape, well except for Chad, but he knew about it from Greg and his Dad. So, they were expecting to feel the very same pain I went through, and most likely Robert and Michael, and many of the boys Paul was raping.

The only thing I knew for certain was Shawn and Arthur learned this from my adoptive Dad's father and Crawford. And I have no doubt it wasn't the soft and cuddly way, but a very painful experience. The stories shared by Jake's little brother Billy and my three adoptive brothers Jared, Jason, and Jonathon painted a haunting picture of the relentless torture they faced at the hands of Shawn and his friends. I can still hear the fading echoes of their screams, raw and agonizing, a haunting numbness mirroring the finality of their silence. Exhausted from the long day, I fell asleep the moment my head hit the pillow; the silence was blissful. We all slept in the kitchen, the cool tile a stark contrast to our sleeping bags, so we could easily escape through the back door.

Yet nothing happened considering the place was watched but it doesn't mean they didn't try as we were informed to stay close to the backdoor at all times. As someone would pound on the backdoor telling us to make our way to the garage where we had parked Bishop Earl's car just in case, we needed a quick getaway. We were told not to turn on any lights. To always use a flashlight when walking from the house to the bathroom to make it look like nobody was home. The tub room, located towards the back of the house, had small windows, which we also blacked out.

We rose early and worked on my car as we waited for our breakfast. Today we would leave the house for good. There was no reason to stay as the developer made a quick walk-through and gave Bishop Earl the bonus check for getting out early so, he could get to work on developing the property before the early snow hit the ground. We were there long enough to load the windows that were still good, the doors and kitchen, and bathroom cabinets as well as anything we could get out in good condition, using men from the ward to reinstall them in homes that really needed them including the toilets, which would be a blessing with new fixtures from Stringham's store he had donated and all the hardware needed to install them.

Eli and I, with the help of Greg and my new buddies Bruce and Max from the wrecking yard, helped me put my Super Nova back together as we pumped the new radio up and it blasted inside the car. We had just finished when we had the last panel in place and glued down the carpet in the back. She looked good as new from the inside, and she purred as we revved the engine.

Max would help me with the carburetor to give it a good overhaul on Monday after they came home from school to give the car an extra boost after years of neglect. In fact, she invited me to school around one during her automotive class. Where we could do more than just the carburetor and it wouldn't cost me a dime in labor, and the parts I would need would be cheap. I couldn't pass up getting my parts at 70% off the market value, even more so with Bishop Earl giving us boys 500.00 dollars each to help him move away ahead of schedule. She looked hot with the new rims and tires, and she looked even sweeter on the inside. I wish I had the money to give her a paint job, but when I saw the price of how much it would cost me, my wallet quickly went into hiding.

I had already spent close to five hundred dollars on upgrades and repairs. I decided to wait a while, mostly because I didn't want to worry about my mother, Susan or my father scratching my baby. I was already going to be watching her like a hawk and kept everything in a box like extra interior paint and chrome and polishing stuff to make sure she looked top-notch.

Bishop Earl had gone with his wife to collect dinner that had been prepared for us so my mother wouldn't have to cook. My mother and sister gasped when I pulled her up to the house seeing those rims and wanted to see what I had done. Susan mentioned snidely that could use a paint job. Noticing the two front fenders that were brown, and the rest of the car was gray, but at least it shined and wasn't the dull color it was when I first bought her.

My mother climbed in behind the steering wheel, and as she did, I turned on the radio. It boomed proudly, causing my mother to quickly turn it down. I reassured her that the tires, brakes, and muffler were brand new. Everything else, however, was from the wrecking yard, but my friends and I had made them look brand new. We even scrubbed the carpet until it looked pristine. To maintain its new appearance, I had even purchased floor mats for the front.

My mother was hesitant to drive the car, and I was even nervous to hand her the key. When Susan asked if she could drive it, Greg, Eli, and I responded with a resounding no. However, when my mother finally declined, Susan demanded an explanation. She questioned why Eli and Greg were allowed to drive it, as well as our wives. My mother simply replied, "Because the car belongs to Eric, and everyone else has jobs, will have a license before summer, and can afford gas and car insurance. Unfortunately, you don't have those same privileges."

Greg said. "Actually, Mrs. Shepherd, I'll have my license once I complete my hours. I have my learner's permit, and I have already passed my class exam and will be completing my driver's test on Monday."

Susan growled. "It's not fair that he has a car, and I don't."

My mother said. "Not my problem, considering you have refused to even get a job and chosen to take Driver's Ed during the spring and winter quarters. Yet even with a license, you would still have to have money to pay for gas and car insurance. If Eric and I must have insurance, you have to have insurance and I'd be damned if I am going to pay it for you; when it is his car, not mine or yours. You can cry to your father all you want … isn't going to happen until then. He earned the money to buy the car, he earned the money to make it look good and run well. No one gave it to him; he worked for every penny of it.

I can only guess that it cost him a pretty penny to do what he has done to get it to look this good. So, there is no way in hell I will let you behind the wheel of this car." My sister put her arm across her face and dove into the house, wailing that my father would make her do it. My mother cringed, but she looked at me and said. "No, he won't I promise you she won't son." With determination, she sealed the deal. "Can I take her for a spin? Maybe go for some ice cream." We boys got in and I rode up front while she pulled out of the driveway. She rolled up the window, telling me to find her favorite station and program it so she could always find it.

She asked about the freeway or back roads. Eli and Greg said freeway, wanting to see what it could do when we open her up. We knew she could handle the back roads going 45-50, but we had yet to take on the freeway. Mom floored it as we turned onto the on-ramp and my baby purred to life as she reached 0 to 70 in without a single problem. It felt like we were gliding. My mother said. "This is like driving a brand-new car off the showroom floor. You boys should be proud."

Greg said. "We have the cuts, bruises, and sore muscles to prove it."

My mother passed Payson and kept going until we hit Spanish-fork and kept going until we reached Orem and took the off-ramp and went into town until she found what she was looking for, which was KFC. She parked the car and got out petted the car, telling me she thinks I picked a good name Super Nova because she glides like a shooting star on the road and sounds smooth as silk.

She purchased three buckets of fried chicken, enough for all of us for dinner tonight, plus all the sides that would feed all twenty-five of us. I gasped, seeing the price when the total was 150.00 as she wrote out a check. I didn't ask if she had enough money because it was none of my business. I knew if I paid for it the spending wouldn't end there. We got back into the car, and we headed home after stopping and the Santaquin Ice Cream parlor. I preferred the one in Payson because the ice cream tastes better than the one here.

We passed my father as he was coming home riding his bike. My mother slowed down and turned up the radio so he could hear it blasting and turned it down telling him the car ran and looked like a dream, said he gave him a lift but she didn't want to get dirt on my new carpets or scratch the interior. She quickly peeled out and waved to him as he ate our dust. I saw him look at my car as he came up the driveway. I cringed as he leaned in and his handlebars scraped the paint a little. I knew he did it on purpose, knowing I was watching him from the window.

He sneered. "It still looks like crap," knowing I heard him as he came through the back gate putting his bike away. Susan greeted him as he came in, telling her that we refused to let her drive the car. He shrugged his shoulders and said. "And what do you want me to do about it? Do you have 3,000 dollars? I certainly don't. Give me time and maybe we will have the money to buy our own car, something that doesn't look like it belongs in a junkyard."

Susan started to bawl and stomp her feet. "Please, Daddy I want my own car. If he can have one, I want one too."

He screamed at her and said. "Go get a job and buy one then! I am not made of money!" She ran into the house and down the stairs and slammed her bedroom door shut.

He looked at the table and saw the large order of KFC on the table; he yelled at my mother. "Please tell me he paid for that?" My mother cringed, and he reached up and slapped her and said. "I work hard enough as it is Linda! we have no money in the bank. We have barely had enough as it is to put food on the table!"

He was about to slap her again until Jeannie stepped in front of her and said. "I paid for it, Jim! Now apologize to your wife!"

He growled. "Whore!"

And she slapped him across the face, and she stood up to him and she towered over him, said. "Do it again, so I can tell these boys to kick your sorry ass out the door."

He pushed her aside and told her to get out of his way and mind her own damn business. My mother looked at me, but I was fine. I was used to it. Just because someone got slapped around me didn't put me into a panic attack. I had come a long way from that, but she didn't know that.

By the time Bishop Earl came back with his wife with dinner not knowing that my mother had already splurged he looked at me, I shook my head no, that I was fine, my mother cringed as Jeannie took the blame giving the excuses it was the least, she could do for us considering we did her and my mother a favor by watching Aaron and her four kids.