Chapter 10-2 Book 8

Chapter 10-2

A Simple Plan

Part 3

I had never been to Office Knox's house or Stringham's house here in Santaquin. In fact, I was a little surprised to find that his house was about three houses down from Officer Kenly's place. Greg and his brothers and sisters didn't seem surprised by it, but then again why should they have been considering they had lived here all their lives, whereas I hadn't? I was nothing more than a visitor in many ways.

I watched Officer Knox get out of his police car with Eli and the girls as his partner gave him a salute said. "I'll see you down at the station once you get them settled so we can fill out a police report, so if that asshole does file charges, we will have followed procedures. And the boys know that he is at it again and leave a note for someone to call his caseworker in the morning and give her heads up."

Officer Knox said. "Thanks, Chris," and I watched him pull out of the driveway the moment the rest of my friends gathered their things.

I quickly said goodnight to Greg and his brothers and sisters, but Officer Knox separated us for two reasons. First, Mr. Stringham's house wasn't big enough for all of us. Second, they had school in the morning, whereas I didn't. However, Greg, Chad, and I all had to get up early for driver's Ed and Band practices. Additionally, I needed to take my mother to school and use the car later that day. Cindy, being the only one with her own car, would be taking her brothers and sisters to school. The exception was Timothy and Samantha, as they could walk from here since the school was no more than two blocks away.

Greg gave me a silly grin and a fist bump reminding me I needed to be at the school around noon and if I wanted to, I could meet up with them in the cafeteria and have lunch with them and mentioned a game called "blind man" that we were all going to enjoy. I said. "Sounds good." He didn't give me any more information about the game. Then again, that was Greg as I watched him go inside Stringham's home. And followed officer Knox to his home, which there was not much to look at from the outside other than seeing a large, abandoned field next to it, It was the last house on the block if you could call it a block because it just ends up going into the field.

We removed our shoes at the door, noticing a shoe pile, his wife came out of the kitchen in a nightgown and her two boys were sitting at the table each wearing a bathrobe with a towel around their shoulders showing they had just gotten out of the shower noticing their semi-wet hair, finishing their homework for tomorrow. It was only a little past 9 pm. So, I wasn't at all surprised to see anyone up.

Mrs. Brenda Knox was a small woman roughly the same height as my mother reaching 5'6 seemed really small compared to the height of her husband Mr. Knox with dark brown hair worn shoulder length, green almond eyes, and a pudgy nose that went well with her small, curved chin. She was breathtakingly beautiful, like a model in some magazine.

Compared to her husband Officer Walter Knox, with his dark brown hair like his two boys coming into the living room. He was graying on the sides, had green eyes, and with a nose that curved slightly down and flared or tapered down just above his very thick and well-trimmed mustache. With lips that said come and taste me with a slight curve just enough. That when he smiled it showed two dimples on his chin. The way his uniform hung on him said he was ripped and had to be at least 6 foot-five.

She said, looking at us. "Oh, you're home early, dear. I see we have company."

He said. "Yes, this is Eric Rothwell, Linda Shepherd's oldest boy, and these are his friends Eli, Rhoda, and Jackie." She nodded and came over and shook hands with me, again once she shook hands with me, I got that funny feeling regarding that she was someone I could trust, it was the same feeling I got with her husband when we first met, watching our rings glow.

Eli said. "Ok," and I nodded and said, "weird."

She said, passing it off as nothing important said. "If I remember right, I was told you four are married to each other?" We nodded, and Officer Knox quickly explained what my father had done. She said. "I see … then make yourselves at home. These are my boys, Ralph and Daren."

She motioned them forward so they could meet us. They each shook my hand, letting Daren go first, He was the spitting image of his father in a younger version, but we were both the same height at 5'7 and just a little older than me by a few months, meaning he was already seventeen. He gave me a firm handshake and stepped back so his brother Ralph could introduce himself, being more like his mother in likeness compared to his father. He had just turned sixteen; he said we had met at the Earls Summer Garden Club party before school started. I couldn't recall them, considering I had met a lot of people back then.

Mrs. Knox stated that she does vaguely remember me now that he mentioned it. She said, "Well then, I will let my boys give you the grand tour. While I freshen up the guest room, the girls could sleep in the guest room and the boys can share my boy's room." We nodded. That would be fine and didn't remind her that we were married, and we usually slept. Together. After all, correcting them would have been rude, since we were their guests. I picked up my sleeping bag and readjusted my backpack, placing my pillow under my arm letting Daren and Ralph carry our suitcases as we followed them down the hall. While their Dad spent some time with their mother before going back to work.

Daren asked. "So, you are friends with the Earls?" We nodded, and they gave us each a silly grin even more so when I said Greg and Chad were my best friends. Ralph asked if we ever played the game Blind Man with the Earls. We shook our heads no. They smiled even more as he opened the first door on the right, telling us this was their room, and placed mine and Eli's suitcases against the wall.

Daren assured Eli and me that we wouldn't need a sleeping bag. I noticed that each of the boys had their own bed, although it wasn't a single; it was roughly a queen-size bed. Daren then opened the closet and informed us that Greg and Chad had donated the beds to them when they got new ones over the summer. Daren showed us his Night Owls club membership card, which he had retrieved from his wallet. It was like Ralph's membership card, just like mine and many of my friends here in Santaquin. Examining the card, we realized it included the entire package, granting them the freedom to engage in sexual activity. Eli said. "Bro, isn't that the club you started?"

I nodded and said. "I thought it was a good idea at the time because it was intended as a private club for young nudists like me." Stating their parents had given them permission to have sex and what they were allowed to do."

Rhoda said. "Ok, and you forgot to mention that?"

I said. "Sorry, if you haven't realized we have kinda been a little busy over the last few weeks, besides what does it matter … we're married? We don't have to have permission to have sex."

She pulled me into a kiss and said. "Speaking of being married, why didn't you say anything to their mother about our special sleeping arrangements?"

I said. "Because it would be rude to. I wasn't sure how she would feel about us all sharing the same bed. You must remember that it is not all that common here to find four people all married together, more or less sixteen and 17-year-old teenagers."

Daren said. "She wouldn't have cared, but the guest room bed isn't big enough for four people, so two of you would have had to sleep on the floor or on the pullout in the living room which isn't very comfortable. Plus, she didn't know about your sleeping arrangement and so she chose the most common when we have friends or relatives over."

Rhoda nodded, "It's just one night, so I'll let it go." I placed Eli and my sleeping bag in the closet and placed our pillows on each of the beds indicating which bed we were sharing with the two brothers and then continued the tour of the house.

Daren explained opening the next room and seeing two massage tables that their mother is a massage therapist, and a good one at that. Daren stated that their mother gives her family massages occasionally. He opened the adjoining room to find a large, jetted tub, similar to the one in my Heber home, perfect for long, relaxing soaks. A faint, high-pitched whine, the distant hum of jets, already vibrated in the air. He said if we liked we could use it once we had gotten settled as he showed us the bathroom off to the side that her clients use when they are getting a massage.

Hearing their mother come in and say. "An excellent idea, it will give us a chance to get acquainted," and turned on the water adding her own favorite of skin softeners noticing that she had the same items that we use all the time, watching her add the mixed berry bubble bath to the water.

She said. "I'll make us all a snack while you get settled in. You'll find a bottle of sex enhancement pills and condoms if you need them in the cabinet." We were about to follow the boys down to the guest room, having their mother apologize. "Please forgive me; it wasn't my intention to discount your marriages. It is just that I had forgotten you were all married to each other being so young and the strange circumstance so uncommon in our way of life which I am looking forward to hearing about. But the pullout is not all that comfortable unless you like feeling a bar against your back, and it's only for one night. I figured the boys would be far more comfortable sleeping together instead of your wives sleeping with my two boys."

And said, grabbing towels and robes from the linen closet and setting them on the cabinet where she keeps all of her massage toys. "We will work something out once we determine what happens regarding your father and these false charges. Like I said, make yourselves at home. No reason to be shy either, after all, if my husband has told you we belong to the Stringham's Garden Club and our boys all belong to the Night Owl Club, a private club for just the people in your age group.

"I'm not sure exactly how it began, but many of us parents liked the idea. It made it so we didn't have to worry about what our kids were doing, unlike many kids these days who are involved in drugs, getting drunk, and engaging in unprotected sex. This has resulted in a rise in teen pregnancy. Finding this club was much more appealing to us because it involves signing a contract that allows only certain privileges and ensures that they won't go too far by practicing safe sex. We really like it because it addresses everything in a neat little package, outlining what they can and can't do unless given permission by us. This makes them responsible for their actions and holds them accountable.

"I am a little lost regarding your special circumstances, but I have been told that as a married couple or collective group, you ask for permission from each other before engaging in sexual activities with anyone else. I must say, I really like that idea because my husband and I also enjoy being with other people every now and again. It spices up our love life considerably.

"Listen to me how I go on and on letting you stand there as I babble. Oh, before I forget. Don't worry about being modest in our home. Nudity is just part of our life, and we see people naked all the time. As you might have been told, I am a massage therapist during the day to help provide for my family. Seeing this where I work. In fact, while you're here I'd be willing to give you each a massage and teach you and your wives some of my techniques."

She giggled slightly and left the room, reminding the boys to put their things away if they were done with their homework and for us to hang up our clothes in the closet. Rather than letting them get wrinkled inside our suitcases. I wasn't sure what to do with ours, so Eli and I added our clothes inside the boy's closet for now because of how our simple plan kept changing, as they slid theirs over to give us room. We left our socks and boxers inside our suitcases. So, they wouldn't get mixed up with the boys, due to the fact they hadn't been marked yet."

Eli and I changed into a robe, folding our clothes over a chair considering we had only worn them not more than a couple of hours. The boys licked their lips, seeing how ripped we were, and we followed them down, stopping long enough to use the bathroom. Having to wait our turn; because the girls had occupied both bathrooms, including the one inside the massage and tub room. As I said, the house wasn't all that big and would have been really cramped if Greg and his brothers and sisters had joined us.

Even though we had showered earlier, we didn't decline the offer of a nice soothing bath. As we climbed in, the boys quickly put their homework away and decided to join us once they were finished. We waited for the girls to get settled, which was nothing new. When it comes to boys, we didn't take all day to do it, but we knew better than to tease the girls about their little girlish habits. They always put on fresh makeup when they were just going to wash it off again and made sure their hair was perfect when they would just be getting it wet again.

Mrs. Knox came in with her boys, and we watched as they removed their robes and hung them up next to ours. She had already asked us if they could join us so we could get to know one another. Knowing we weren't shy about sharing ourselves openly, after all, they were members of our various clubs. I vaguely remembered them from Bishop Earl's summer party.

So being naked in each other's company didn't bother me, or them having been told that by her that nudity was part of their lifestyle like it was with me and my Rothwell family and the Earls and most of my friends. Even Eli and the girls being raised in the Satanic Church barely even blushed around my friends. The girls smiled at seeing the boy's aroused cobras, which made me a little homesick for Jake and Adam. Instead of staring at them, I closed my eyes and lay back letting the jets and hot water relax me, listening to Eli and the girls telling them about our strange marriage using the excuse that it was their parent's old custom, instead of telling them the truth. Eli was still uncertain about how much to tell anyone about our life and the real reason we were married.

I smiled as I opened my eyes, feeling a rush of joy when Rhoda slid next to me and took my hand. Playfully, I teased her by rubbing her sweet spot, causing a mischievous grin to spread across my face. In a soft whisper, she leaned in and asked for permission to have sex with the boys, her anticipation clear. I, too, eagerly anticipated the experience, looking forward to tasting them as we got "acquainted" tonight, taking note of their rock-hard bodies. It was loud and clear that they desired the same, and I knew that we had complete permission to indulge in all our sexual desires. I said I didn't mind, but I wasn't sure how their mother would feel about it, even though I had seen on the membership card that their parents had said yes to sex. I was just uncertain how they felt about doing so in front of them. Being naked in front of them was a whole different thing than having sex or stimulating them out in the open and more so, in-front of their parents. The bedroom was one thing. This was uncharted waters to me, so I believed.

As I was on the verge of asking a potentially silly question, the door suddenly swung open, revealing Mr. Knox entering the room. I observed as he gracefully removed his robe. I only had imagined him naked when he came over to my mother's house a time or two, and only thought he was off limits, but apparently that wasn't the case at all. I must admit, he appeared quite impressive - fit, attractive, and muscular. This sight ignited a surge of arousal within me, contemplating the various possibilities of not only becoming "acquainted" with his two sons but also with him and his wife. It's safe to say that I am a very horny guy.

I had heard that Mr. Knox and his sons frequented the small gym in the basement, but due to my unease with basements, especially unfamiliar ones, I never ventured down to investigate. However, I couldn't help but smile when I noticed that he seemed slightly aroused, his wife's eyes fixated on his well-endowed manhood. With a casual tone, he inquired, "Would you mind if I joined you? I've been longing for a nice, relaxing bath after being on my feet all day." We all nodded in agreement as he gracefully lowered himself into the tub beside his wife. As we watched, our wives made their way over to his sons, now that we had given them permission.

Mr. Knox sighed with great relief as the water soothed him; he said. "I called your adoptive parents and told them what had taken place so they wouldn't worry. They said it would be best if you stayed here in the meantime, that if your mother wanted to see you, she could come here to avoid angering your father further. I told them I would have the storage container placed near our home. Your caseworker has been called, and she told me it would be best to empty your room, learning that your father has refused to allow any more visitation rights in your mother's home until the family court judge overrules him.

"He insists that we remove the alarm, safe lock door, and furniture from the room to prevent you from moving back in, regardless of the family court judge's decision. Whether he can prove his case against you and your friends or not makes no difference to him. He wants you and your brother to be gone once and for all. He harbors intense animosity towards you and your friends, wishing for your punishment to extend to imprisonment or even death. Your father, Jim, firmly believes the charges will stick this time, convinced by the overwhelming evidence he's gathered. According to him, our actions were irrelevant, and he would personally see to it that this was the outcome when we met in court, his words dripping with a chilling certainty. He said flatly, "You won't be welcomed back into this house, and that's final. At least, according to him. I told him I wished him luck, considering we had tons of evidence that painted a different light on him, and he slammed the door in my face and said. "Prove it!

"However, the family court hearing won't take place until sometime next month. It will ultimately depend on the judge's ruling regarding the charges you and your friends are being accused of. But the first of his cases won't be heard until this following Wednesday, allowing all parties to gather their evidence and present their case.

"Due to the volatile situation at home with your father Jim, and to protect your brother Aaron from immediate danger, as your father insisted, Aaron has been removed from the house. Bishop Clark has already contacted your caseworker. They believe it is in Aaron's best interests. They have suggested that Aaron stay with Bishop Clark for now. This arrangement would allow him to attend school without any disruptions and still be close to his mother when he needs her. Since Aaron is already friends with some of Bishop Clark's kids, it seemed like the best place for him now that the Earls have moved out. Tomorrow, while Aaron is at school, we will move you and him out of the house.

"This way, your father can claim that we weren't doing our jobs until the Judge's verdict is handed down, not just here but also in family court, the feeling of urgency driving the actions. Normally, we would send you home to your adoptive parents. However, these are serious charges that require you and your friends to be here. Your father is already filling out the paperwork for a restraining order against you and your friends, prohibiting you from coming near the house or him within a one-mile radius. He stated that he and his two innocent daughters feared for their lives if you and your friends came near them, and that he would take action if the police did not. If it came down to it, he would purchase a shotgun and use it for the safety of his family and his Lusproperty and plan on suing you, your friends, and adoptive parents for the damage they had done for them.

"Legally, he confidently exercises his right to do so without a court order. However, the Judge's decision will temporarily enforce his actions, awaiting either an overruling or evidence to support his claims. What your father Jim doesn't understand, or even care to consider, is that the investigation will take far longer than he imagines. The meticulous steps of the investigation unfold slowly, like a delicate dance, in order to determine whether your sisters were the victims of a heinous crime or even him. Actual evidence proving otherwise is needed to make this determination, and he clearly lacks it. Sadly, this wastes a lot of time, just so your father, Jim, can say whatever he wants and be proven wrong again. It seems he refuses to learn that we are in the right and he has always been in the wrong. This situation only serves to prove that he is nothing but a cruel, angry, abusive man that nobody likes.

"Your father insists that both your sisters and he see a doctor, chosen by the courts, to settle the matter once and for all regarding your sisters' alleged rape by you and your friends. This, however, seems like a waste of time and money, as we all know there is no chance that it actually happened. In fact, Becky and many of the boys in school have confirmed that it wasn't the case and even have proof to support their claims. It is laughable at best that Susan is denying it and accusing you and your friends of rape, considering the lack of evidence.

"I must emphasize that your father's injuries are his responsibility alone; allegations of involvement from you and your friends, including me, are untrue despite the proof he says he has that state otherwise is laughable at best. This aspect only serves to complicate the situation further, as the fate of your marriage now hangs on the edge of a knife. While your father, Jim, claims that he never granted permission for it, his uphill battle becomes apparent. However, despite his disapproval, it is worth mentioning that everyone else did approve, resulting in one big sticky mess. Nevertheless, he wants this unsanctioned marriage dissolved regardless of the outcome. In fact, he is actively planning and ensuring that it happens, especially considering the possibility of you and your friends ending up behind bars.

"To provide some context, let us shift the scene to the past when your father signed his rights away. With this adoption in place, your mother and grandmother now have the rights and privileges to see you whenever they desire, regardless of what your father Jim wants. ensuring your father's inability to contest it.

"Recognizing the financial difficulties your father is facing, the state will intervene by appointing him a lawyer. However, he continues to hold you, your friends, and your adoptive parents responsible for his situation. Consequently, he is suing all of you and us, in order to get what he believes is rightfully his. Your adoptive parents will also be present to provide their testimony and serve as your guardians during the court proceedings. Until the judge reaches a verdict, it is required that you and your friends remain under supervision to prevent any attempt to leave town, as your father claims you are a danger to him and his two daughters. This requirement may seem unnecessary since you have not done anything wrong that would warrant constant police presence. Nevertheless, it is necessary to maintain a safe distance and ensure that you do not leave town until after the Wednesday hearing.

"Tony will pick up your mother in the morning to take her to school and help her register the car. She'll also be able to pick up her plates at the dealer first thing. Afterward, her friend Mrs. Cranny can bring her back and provide a statement regarding the charges. The statement will confirm that she has been here while you have been visiting your mother, and that you and your friends are innocent of the charges your father is accusing you of during this past week alone."

He rolled his eyes and said. "I guess that means none of us is going anywhere for now, Which is more than fine with me considering I am the one that has been asked to make sure you behave yourself and not get into trouble. My new partner officer, Chris Delaney, is staying with your friends the Earls to make sure they stay within their boundaries and will be going to school with them in the morning, which he is looking forward to getting mobbed by teenagers wanting to see him handcuffed someone and see his gun. I for one am very glad it's him and not me. I'll introduce him to you tomorrow." He gave a heavy sigh. "Man, I really hate your father." We all second that opinion and enjoyed our bath, letting the tub do its job.