Compromise Part 1

Chapter 77

Compromise

Part 1

 

Shane had gotten his mission call to Argentina and would depart for the mission field at the end of the summer. I can guarantee you if it had gone through Bishop Crawford alone he would have never have gone, but the LDS church doesn’t function with one man at the head like other churches do. Everything is gone through proper channels.

Yes, it true you need the Bishop signature and needed to be interviewed by him, but you also have to be interviewed by the Stake President in your area and sent on further up the food chain all the way up to the Twelve Apostles which is the second-highest governing body in the LDS church. The First Presidency being the highest; giving the final stamp of approval. Even if the request is denied by the Bishop; he better has to have a good valid reason, but either way, he answers to the Stake President and others above him. It’s the same way when you are excommunicated. Unfortunately, Bishops are not interviewed or called by the 12 or the First Presidency.

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Ward Callings

 

The stake presidency recommends brethren to be called or released as bishops (see 19.6). The stake president also oversees the calling of counselors in the bishopric, ward clerks, assistant ward clerks, and ward executive secretaries. The bishop oversees other callings in the ward, as shown in the Chart of Callings.

 

https://www.lds.org/handbook/handbook-2-administering-the-church/callings-in-the-church?lang=eng#19.1.4

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I hated to see Shane leave, but I also knew the time was coming, but you can’t stop from growing up as much as I wanted to. Pa’s words still echoed in my head. ‘You can’t stop change, it always happens with or without you. If you, did then there would be no reason to live or grow. Everything must change or nothing happens. All you can do is be prepared when it happens. Not even God could stop change or would he want to. We are born, we grow and learn, and we die. It’s how we live that makes the difference.’ And he was right. I can’t stop change.

It all started to snowball when Jared and Jason had gone to Brother Sakes for advice, in some ways it was my fault for telling them that he was the smartest person I knew and they could trust him or our old Bishop, Bishop Lanwall and Brother Nile's.

My mother had earned her trust with the Rothwell’s and proved that with my father in the house I would be safe, and the measures that were in place would ensure my safety. I was regular Rambo when it came to kick-boxing and gain back my fighting edge with hard work and determination that I could easily take down my opponent and suffer very little injury to myself even more so against my father or my mother if the occasion roses.

Yet he and I still didn’t trust my father, having me insist that I be given back my special wristwatch, of course, he agreed to it. Adding a small hidden compartment big enough to hold a small needle, which would minister a drug in liquid form too lesson the effects of the tranquilizers in a matter of minutes by a simple push of the same button. Having trained and practiced it a couple of times, and timed the effects. It was good for one tranquilizer, giving me the extra edge in a fight if that ever happened. I hated needles, but being dead was worse. It would also give time for either my mother or my brother to go for help; while the authorities arrived after pushing the button or if the link was broken by cutting it off my wrist.

Not even my mother was allowed to know regarding that extra edge, and again I would have to call every day by 9:30 pm or he would come without fail warning me not second later or there would be every police car at the house within minutes. Adding that I and the house would be searched for markings without notice or warning, to ensure my safety; warning my mother on arrival that I should be treated like a carton of eggs, in other words. “Don’t squeeze the Sherman.”

Since school was out. Mom was allowed an entire week and a couple of days I would leave on Friday and come back on next Monday the following week after by 4:00 pm. In the same condition, I am presently in after a quick nondescript strip search, which was really no big deal having my mother give a soft pat to my bare bottom. Only let me leave in a pair of new shorts even though she did consider about leaving those behind as well, considering she really liked seeing “all of me” not in not a sexual way, even more so that I was well muscled toned, that if young girls saw me they would bite their lips saying yummy.

I know from experiences being poolside or picking me up from gymnastics, having them accidentally bump into me, just so they could feel my hard rock abs and my powerful arms. Having my sister Jody fighting them off with a stick or push them into the water, having her say. “I am sorry, but that’s my brother you are ogling at, and his all mine.” Draping her arms around my bare shoulders and would sometimes pinch my butt because she can, to prove her point.

Mom would have taken me that way if she could have gotten away with it in open public. Giving a heavy sigh handing me my boxers and shorts, placed my sneakers inside my backpack with my music and scriptures; telling my foster parents. “I doubt he would need any more than this, and my father could go to hell if he doesn’t like it.”

My foster Mom giggled giving me several kisses on my cheek lingering her fingers across my broad strong back and shoulders and patted my bottom said. “One week without “seeing him” seems cruel having to share my son with another woman, even though she is his own mother.” Which stated, don’t break my golden Tiger or be prepared to die. Lingering on my abs long enough feel uncomfortable, and patted my cheek, looked directly into my eyes telling me. “Go get them, Tiger.” I had grown tall over the year, my head reaching my Dads shoulders and I was almost as tall as my foster Mom only lacking a few inches, and almost full head taller than my mother.

For a change, I was the eye candy that everyone wanted. If they could have split me in two they would have. Dad walked me to the car giving me a final hug and one from Jody; telling my mother. “If his sisters mark him in any way, she’ll kill them with her bare hands, and that’s a promise, and give Aaron two extra kisses from her and two nice loving pats on his very cute bare bottom.” Stressing bare bottom, making everyone laugh which gave me a big grin knowing my mother wouldn’t have it any other way. But I also knew my father and he was going to be very angry when we arrive and that too gave me a reason to grin.

Mom reached over and took my hand and having me pull closer so she could drape her right arm over my shoulders and still have control of the steering wheel. Told me that she had planned a full week of fun in the sun at our favorite spot, and she purchased another bathing suit for the pool. I said “he’s not going to like it, Mom. Are you sure want to anger him? We could always stop at a clothing store on the way home or turn back?”

Mom took a good look at me, patted my stomach and said “What, cover up my very handsome Sunshine? I’d feed him to zombies before that happened;” pausing only long enough to kiss my cheek with one eye on the road and said. “Besides me and your father have made a compromise” Pulling into our driveway.

Right away I could see changes to that so-called compromise. Watching Aaron riding the bike I had given him only wearing a pair of shorts and waving to his new friends all dressed similar to him. Mom grabbed my backpack handing it to Aaron so he could put it in my room and told him that dinner would be ready around 6 which was two and a half hours from now. I could smell the pot roast the second I stepped inside.  My father growled “boy.”

I growled, “Jim.” In not in a friendly way, in some ways, it put us on an equal playing field. Mom told me to take a seat on the couch and patted a spot near her. I knew we were about to have that talk since Mom didn’t elaborate when she said “compromises.” They had made.

Like me, we both controlled the monster inside of us, knowing that I could kill him in a matter of heartbeats. And when he looked into my eyes just for a brief second I could see fear as he eyed my muscular lethal body. I didn’t break contact until he did watching him give me a grotesque smile that had no warmth or love in it.

When he did look away he relaxed by dropping his shoulders as if he was saying, I had won this round, but he could strike like a cobra if he chooses to. So I did likewise leaning back a bit to demonstrate I too was ready to strike, him not knowing I eat cobras to whet my appetite.  My father seemed shorter than last time I had seen him, as I questioned where was this mighty giant that I had feared so much?

Mom nodded to Aaron giving some sort of signal that for him not to disturb us and go out the back door. My father was never a patient man before he spoke he told Aaron to tell my sisters to get home. Then returned his full attention onto me and said, “Boy, I don’t have to tell you how I feel about you being in my house and back under my roof.

"If it was up to me you’d be dead and your savage immoral brother, Or you could be rotting with those immoral F’n savages, but it seems once again you and your ungrateful mother has tied my hands when it comes to what I want and even your F’n grandmother refuses to stop meddling in my life. So I will compromise by setting some ground rules, and by God, if you so much as step out of line, all end you and damn the M’F’n consequences.”

Mom gave him a hard stare and said. “My mind your language and your tongue.”

Having my father raise his voice and growl with spit drooling out of his mouth; “B***h, shut your M’F’n mouth, I can F’n talk any G.D Mother F’n way I so G.D like in my F’n house!” And you wonder where my sisters pick up such language? But my mother did keep quiet by giving him a hard stare, that if looks could kill he be dead right where he sat.

When he was sure she’d keep her mouth shut, he continued on. “Rule one: no bathing, no sleeping with your f*g-it brother. He has a G.D room, and you have G.D room. Two: and I stress this. I do not like this, but once again you f’n mother and bitching grandmother has tied my F’n hands. Do not and I mean it G.D’t go running naked in my house when I am F’n here. I am willing, but don’t G.D push it; will allow you and your F’n brother against my F’n wish to wear no less clothing that you are wearing right now or your G.D boxers when I am in my G.D house. What you M.’f. ‘n do when I am not here, I do not F’n care.

“If you and f’n brother get caught exposing your immoral ways and you end up in G.D prison for it. Trust me and I hope and wish you both get raped every G.D day and your F’n throat slit. I will not lift one M’f’n finger to help you and that goes for your M’f’n mother. I do not G’D, care what she has F’n over me. She can F’n die for as much as I G’D care.”

He took several breaths before he opened a cold soda and gulped it down quickly and crushed it with his hand, which said I’ll crush you like I did with this can and threw at my mother’s feet making her jump a bit.

Which in turn made him smile bending back his fingers and said “Rule number three” Standing up and drew his face close to mine and spitting the words out that made me want to take a bath. “If you ever f’n touch my G. D daughter’s ever again in any way. I will F’n kill you and strip the G.D flesh of your F’n hide slowly so you can feel every piece of your M’f’n flesh being ripped from your F’n body, and feed you to your F’n brother than gut him like a F’n pig.

He slapped my face hard enough to leave a lasting red mark but not a bruise, but I maintained the monster inside of me. I knew he was egging me on to fight him as I watched him reach for his belt, but stopped and grinned and slapped me again calling me “F’n p***y. “ Then slowly took his hand pinched my right n****e and slowly ran his hands down my chest and stomach, letting his fingers unbutton my shorts and worked my zipper, hoping I would stop him. I knew what he was doing he wanted to see if I would take the bait. I knew he wouldn’t rape me just make me feel uncomfortable; well I hoped he wouldn’t go any further.

It was Mom that stopped him only to have me stop her telling her. “If he wants to see what a real man's penis look likes, heaven forbid me to stop him.” Causing my father to stop and turning his face bright red from embarrassment.

Mom giggled told him. “Go ahead, dear, but I never thought you liked boys that way or I would have found you a little plaything long ago. Considering you find having sex with your own wife after four beautiful children unappealing.” Earning a slap across her face; my hands tightened only to have my mother grip my hand before either of us regretted it.

He took his seat glaring at me, I left my pants and zipper undone and leaned back, letting him think it didn’t bother me. Trusting to the fact I have suffered worse many times over and he was just goading me into a fight. Letting him see my exposed skin underneath enough to make him feel uncomfortable.

I calmly said. “If you so much as touch me, my mother or my brother that leaves a lasting mark. All I have to do is push a button and you will spend every second in jail, If you so much as cut this off me,” pointing to my wristwatch, “it will notify the authorities. If you think you can dispose of me before they arrive, you should know up front. That inside my so-called immoral, savage, body is a tracking device that will allow them to find me anytime and anywhere.” I knew the technology didn’t exist yet and seen it on Star Trek, but he didn’t know that, taking several calm breaths and continued on with my own threats; excuse me… rules.

“If you hold me prisoner for any length of time; providing you can outsmart the authorities by the time they arrive.  If I miss a single deadline that stops me from making contact by phone or in person, it will unleash the dogs, God help you if they rip you apart limb by limb.” I leaned forward and gave him my best tiger stare. “If your so-called precious daughters try to harm me in any way. I will defend myself, not kill or meme (cripple permanently.) And you should know up front that I could care less what you think is immoral nor do you scare me. I have fought bigger fish than you and walked away with barely a scratch.” Unlike my father I seldom if ever use foul language, my standards are bit higher than his and my sisters.

I stood up and dropped my shorts and tossed them to Mom so he could see my aroused angry membrane and my very tan muscular body, watching his face turn bright red. Right when my sisters walked in the front door gasping. I gave them a good look. Asked Mom if was alright if I took a nice long hot shower. Mom told me she’d grab me some towels. I knew I just broke one of his rules, but I wasn’t the one that unbuttoned my shorts or my zipper, I said. “If you wanted to “see all of me” all you had to do was ask.” My father growled ordering me to cover myself.

Mom said. “You started it, and I can guarantee you, dear husband, that your so-called precise daughters have seen boy’s penises before, and you can thank your mother and me for that.” Watching my father gasp like fish, noticing neither of my sisters weren’t blushing as much as they used to.

I walked out of the room and climbed into the shower, Mom had told me earlier that my sisters had been caught looking into boys shower rooms and so Grandma and her sat down with them and had “the talk” opening national Geographic’s, medical books and a playboy; hoping to make it not such a big deal by taking the mystery out of it.

She also arranged my two fosters, sisters and my foster Mom, to come down Tuesday for an afternoon of fun in the sun at our favorite spot. To make them feel more comfortable when it came to women and girls other than my mother; hoping to help them to get over the fear of showering in girls locker rooms. I knew my father was against it, but even he couldn’t stop the change, or prevent them from growing up; simply ignored the fact by walking away from the uncomfortable subject, leaving it for my mother and my grandmother to handle it.