Timing Part 2

Chapter 202-1

Timing

Part 2

 

I questioned if our wives and Greg sister Cindy, as well as his younger brother Timothy and little sister Samantha, would be safe, but with three mothers and patrolmen outside they would be safe enough. The girls would and his brother would be spending the night in my room which was built like Fort Knox. It was us I was more concerned about, but then again we too had our own body guard’s 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 keep anyone from throwing flame throwers, while we still occupied the home.

We won’t care so much when we were long gone and it was 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 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 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.

Eli and I asked one last time if they were sure because once it was done we couldn’t go back and undo it. I watched them swallow hard and closed my eyes and relaxed 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 guys perspective. Before we did them, like us they all could feel the difference between what feels 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 say. So when they meet other boys and fathers inside the satanic church as 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 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 learn 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 mix company because they believed in sex when it comes to enjoying each others company was without the girls; for they were only meant for two things and that was to impregnate them and raise our children. 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 explained Shawn and Arthur’s behavior towards 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 once they have been cored the right way like he was doing then there would be very little mess if any and to keep it that way, they would have to do it often, but the KY Gel and the laxatives always make the difference. 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 rapping.

The only thing I knew for certain was Shawn and Arthur learned this from my adoptive Dads father and Crawford. And I have no doubt it wasn’t the soft and cuddly way, but a very painful experience. I knew that because of Jake's little brother Billy and my three adoptive brothers Jared, Jason and Jonathon as they had explained to us how painful it was and how much Shawn and his friends liked hearing them scream as they raped them over and over again until they felt nothing but numb like what I feel now.  I fell asleep the moment I closed my eyes after a very long day. We all slept in the kitchen so if we needed to get out the back we could.

Yet nothing happened considering the place was watched but doesn’t mean they didn’t try as we were informed to stay close to the backdoor at all times. As someone pounded on the backdoor telling us to make our way to the garage where we had parked Bishop Earls 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 the house to the bathroom to make it look like nobody was home. The tub room was towards the back of the house and only had small windows, but they too had been 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 in developing the property before the early snow hits 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 Stringum 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 as it blasted inside the car. We had just finished when we had the last panel in place and glue down the carpet in the back she looked good as new from the inside and she purred as we rived 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 1 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 for helping him move way ahead of schedule. She looked hot with the new rims and tires and she looked even sweeter in 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 in upgrades and repairs. I decided to wait awhile, mostly because I didn’t want to worry 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 finders that were brown and the rest of 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 I turned on the radio as it boomed proudly causing my mother to turn it down. I told her the tires, brakes and the muffler was brand new and everything else was from the wrecking yard and I and my friends made them look brand new even the carpet looked brand new after a good scrubbing. I had even bought floor mats for the front to keep the carpet looking new.

My mother was almost afraid to drive it, and I was afraid to even hand her, her own key to it. Susan asked if she could drive it, with a resounding no from Greg, Eli, me. Yet when my mother finally said no Susan demand to know why if Eli could and Greg could as well as our wives. My mother said. “Because the car belongs to Eric, and everyone else has jobs and will have a license before summer, and has money to pay for gas and car insurance and you don’t.”

Greg said. “Actual Mrs. Shepherd, I’ll have my licensee once I complete my hours. I have my learners 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 Drivers Ed during the spring and winter quarter. Yet even with a license, you would still have to have money to pay for gas and car insurance. If Eric and I have to have insurance you have to 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 father all you want it 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 good. 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 look this good. So there is no way in hell am I going to 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 will make her do it. My mother cringed, but she looked at me and said. “No he won’t I promises you she won’t son.” When she said it as I looked at her as she sealed the deal in stone, she said. “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 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 on to 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 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 3 buckets of fried chicken enough for all of us for dinner tonight plus all the sides that would feed all of 25 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 head home after stopping and the Santaquin Ice Cream parlor. I preferred the one in Payson because the ice cream tastes better than 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 runs and looks like a dream, said he gives 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 as his handlebars scraped the paint little bit. 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 way. 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 seeing 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 have enough as it is too put food on the table.”

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

He growled. “W***e.”

And she slapped him across the face and she stood up too him and she towered over him, said. “Do it again, so I can tell these boys to kick your sorry a*s out the door.”

He pushed her aside and telling 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 some got slapped around me didn’t put me into a panic attack. I had come along ways 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 my mother cringed as Jennie 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.