It's Classified Part 3

Chapter 205-2

It’s Classified

Part 3

 

Because the girls were pregnant it was required to get a sonogram to get an idea of how long they have been pregnant and also because my father wanted to know if it was just another lie. It was also the first time that Eli or anyone could see the little person growing inside them.

We knew it wasn’t our baby, but it didn’t matter to Eli and me because being a sperm donor doesn’t make you a parent. Both girls were 5 or 6 weeks pregnant, you could barely see anything that resembled a baby, but a little tiny dot. In any case, we had proof that they were and that was good enough. Everyone knew that was important that wasn’t our child, but the ones that didn’t like my father believed that they were ours.

Eli like me when examined showed he too had been rapped, but unlike me, he didn’t show the scars of it, since he had been prepared since his 5th birthday. Again the doctor only noted it as nothing more than two husbands and wives having sex, so no one would dig too far into the classified section of our lives.

My caseworker only asked if it was true regarding the girls and if Eli too showed signs. The doctor said yes that both girls were pregnant about 5 weeks along. She knew it wasn’t mine or Eli’s, but we had chosen to claim them as ours. Yet it was anyone’s guess if we had sex before marriage without a condom.

We certainly weren’t going to say anything; it was none of their business. We met with our lawyer at the Santaquin courthouse as my caseworker gave her the doctor’s findings. I smiled seeing that lawyer was the same lawyer we had used when Bishop Crawford was suing us for damages against Shawn and Arthur and Danny. She smiled up at me when I said. “I was told we would have the best, but I didn’t think it would be the best lawyer money could buy”

She said shaking Eli’s hand as his eyes widen as his ring glowed. “My name is Mrs. Marry Collins, you must be Eli and these must be your boy’s wives.”

Eli said shaking off the shock, “please to meet you, ma’am.”

If you remember Mrs. Collins she was one of those kinda book nerds with glasses you would find in library hunched over a stack of books talking to her self trying to find that one needle in a haystack. Dishwater blond hair tied into a ponytail, today she wore it into a very attractive bun and wearing steal frame eyeglasses that made her eyes dull blue and nose that pointed down with a soft flare around the edges, with full lips with a touch of red lipstick and little ruse on her soft cheeks.

She was a small frame, yet a slender woman that looked more like a teenager wearing a simple baggie collage sweater which said Harvard and comfortable jeans and every day comfortable pair of sneakers.

Once my caseworker had updated her she closed my very thick files that was my entire life history of being a ward of the State, we talked about what our lives are like, and what had taken place over the last few months and what my father might bring up. We even talked about the satanic church and how Eli and I met and the girls. We only talked about things the church was doing, just a small taste… but enough to cause my caseworker to have a nuclear meltdown. Realizing how dangers our lives actually are.

I remind her that she had concluded that we were adults now, making adult decisions; watching her grind her teeth as she remembers herself saying that. I didn’t mention anything regarding my mother telling my sisters or making sure they had sex with as many boys as possible. I only said they were having sex, and my mother had caught them doing it. I didn’t mention that my mother paid several boys to have sex with Susan, I only said Becky mentioned it to us, if it was true or not we didn’t know. I’ll we did know that they were having sex.

I didn’t mention Paul, I didn’t mention the sex tapes anything more than telling our lawyer and my caseworker that there was a chance that Paul was having sex with his boys and possible their friends and fathers. Having our lawyer asking if it had anything to do with Crawford a few months ago.

I said. “Yes and no. Shawn and Arthur are still involved and Crawford is still part of the problem, but now more so because he is a satanic prophet in which we are in the process of taking down. The boys are still doing the things we have seen them do on tape during our last court session. But the Paul Cranny issue is new and unrelated.” 

My caseworker’s eyes shot up in a hurry and I said. “I don’t have any proof of it. I am just telling you what his boys told me and Eli. And Paul mentioned it as he tried to rape me before Eli stopped him, at knife-point. Until Tony and his men saved us and beat the crap out of him for trying to rape us and told my mother and his wife Jennie about it. That he had said he had sex with Shawn and Arthur countless times over the last few months. I do know my adoptive parents were planning on placing both boys into a private school that deals with troubled teens like Shawn, who is in Texas right now, where I had met Eli and our wives.

“I am not sure about Arthur because last I heard he was still in Heber, because of the school they were going to place him in was run by the satanic occult. You might have heard about it on the news. That the school in Salt Lake where the satanic occult was using the school to train men and use the students as guinea pigs for their own sick pleasures. Raping them, torturing them and killing them as a sacrifice to their demon God. Eli and I as well as our wives were the ones they helped bring them down.”

My caseworker gasped like a fish before going into a total nuclear meltdown. Telling us we could have all been killed. We shrugged our shoulders and I said. “Welcome to my world, but that’s classified information; which we rather not let people know about it because it could lead to our deaths as well as blowing our cover inside the satanic church. If at possible if it comes up you must keep it classified, and if my father or the Judge push it. We will only open that file and give details in the Judge’s chamber, with no documentation of any kind and including all tape and video. No one must know that we are involved.”

Our lawyer said. “Let’s pretend you guys didn’t say anything regarding it, for now, or until we have too.” My caseworker agreed, we didn’t have to prove anything other then we weren’t the ones having sex with my sisters. My caseworker had given a list of each of the boys that were willing to come forward mostly because it would give them bragging rights. And the other was because they hated Susan with a passion. My father was the one that had to prove that we had not only raped my sisters but tried to kill him. Yet it is a very hard thing to prove if you have no injuries either on me or him.

I am not saying that some of them if there were any, could have been self-inflicted. I am saying however I have more proof showing every injury and when it happened and how many times he has threatened or tried to kill me. After we had met for nearly two hours, Mom and Dad picked me up so my lawyer could meet with my friends and the boys that had, had sex with Becky and Susan.

Yet I wasn’t sure where we could go because I wasn’t allowed near my mother’s home. Bishop Earl didn’t have a home and at the moment neither did Knox’s. It was far too early for any of my friends to come home. So the only thing I could do was go back to the burned out home and wait. And that’s where I found Knox’s picking up their lives, as they sifted through the rubble. Stringum had been busy with a clean-up crew making sure we could walk the shell of the house without injuring ourselves, providing a good pair of work boots and coveralls. Too protect our clothes as much as possible and to avoid getting nails and glass in our feet.

Most of the furniture was ruined, except things like my bed framed, but the mattress and bedding was pretty much history, our clothes that hung in the closet where my backpack was were stiff and damp and smelled of smoke as I stuffed them into a garbage bag to be washed. I did the same for the bedding, not wanting to toss it unless I had too.

Most of the wooden furniture in our bedroom was just covered with ash and water, watching the crew take them out even if it required knocking down a wall… now that Stringum crew had removed the roof, which was sitting in pieces on the sides of the house. We knew the insurance would pay for it all and with Stringum’s offer to pay for what wasn’t covered we could bulldoze the whole place right off the map. But like us, he wasn’t about to pay for something that could be fixed with a little hard work.

It took the entire afternoon to clear the house; saving more than we thought was possible. Like pictures and such. Most people kept everything of value inside a fireproof safe, well except my father. Mr. Knox’s was one of those people. He was nearly dancing in the street yelling the best 5,000 dollars he has ever spent. Opening the safe finding everything undamaged including his homeowner's insurance policy; handing it to the guy as he gave him a great big check as his first down payment on a new home.

I watched him kiss the check and if my father was there he might have thought of kissing him and telling thanks for burning my house down. However, I don’t think he would have liked it. Even more so when he finds out that Knox’s are moving into a home not more the 4 or five blocks from him. Behind him in the new housing development was really taking shape with already more then a dozen homes ready to be moved in and others being built at a nice steady pace. The Best part about his new home was it was up for sale and all it needed was the carpets and the painting to be done as well as the yard, which would be done by morning or late afternoon before they could move in.

With my father in jail for assaulting a police officer; until the hearing, Stringum worked his magic. Stating I could go anywhere I wanted as long as it was a hotel, or a friend’s house or even four blocks away from my mother’s house. I just couldn’t be near my sisters, or my father, or within 500 feet of my father's house; which made my father angry.

But due to the fact that he was implicated in the crime of burning the Knox’s home, and has kicked me out of my mothers home. I had no place to go. So the Judge agreed due to no fault of my own I could go anywhere I wanted as far as Orem if necessary, as long as I didn’t go home to my mother’s house, or my home in Heber; in other words no more then 45 miles in either direction. A police car would be stationed at my mother’s house to ensure I stayed away from my sisters. I was more than fine with that, but I had feeling my father wasn’t. I personally didn’t care.

I know what you were thinking, Why I couldn’t just make myself at home at Stringum’s? For two really good reasons; One Knox’s house wasn’t the only one damaged. Every window had been busted out of his house and someone tried to burn the house down but wasn’t successful because Stringum had a state of the art home security system. That when the alarm went off the vandals ran off pissing in their pants, and with the neighbors being so close keeping on eye on everyone.

They didn’t get chance to throw the flaming beer bottles before someone chased them down with a shotgun in their hand shooting buckshot in two of the boy's butts, who won’t be sitting down for a few weeks. Second reason with no windows and glass everywhere the house wasn’t livable, which was why Tony took the dog with us until I could give him to my mother; then having him wonder the house with broken glass everywhere. It would take almost a week to fix the windows and clean up the mess before anyone could live in the house.

Stringum most favorite hotel is the Marriott and Provo’s was right downtown. The reason Stringum liked the Marriott was because they had everything Stringum liked in a hotel from food to the biggest rooms or suites that could house a small family comfortably. Which include a huge hot tub and bathing tub built for 8? The fact all he had to do was walk in the hotel from his limo as the manager of the hotel greeted him by name said he knew what Stringum liked.

We didn’t have any luggage as Stringum placed several large garbage bags right at the curb and said. “If you could see to it my good man that these are all laundered and pressed and brought up to our rooms I’d really a predicate it.” As he placed four hundred dollars bills inside the man pocket. Getting a yes sir as the man clapped his hands telling the bellhops to take them down to the laundry.

The manager quickly said with flourish bow. “Your rooms are ready, will there be anything else sir?”

Stringum said. “Yes, when my wife arrives please show her directly to my room;” which the man stifled a gasp as Stringum smiled, showing him a picture of her and said. “Isn’t she a thing of beauty?”

He nodded said. “Very stunning,” yet I knew he was thinking she’s black, “oh hell the billionaire just married a black woman.” which was unusual for a white man at that time to do, but Stringum was the unusual.

Mrs. Knox kept asking. “Are sure about this Mr. Stringum?” For the hundredth time the moment she found out about her husband job offer. She nearly fainted on the floor/

Mr. Knox said. “I guess that’s a yes?” And laughed as she giggled and swatted him on the butt telling him if he didn’t take the job she would.

Mrs. Knox quickly gasped when they opened her suite that was made for a queen, with two master bedrooms one for them and one for her two boys. Ours too was the same as hers one for my adoptive parents and the other for us, the beds were huge, it could sleep 8 comfortably putting Chad and Greg with us considering they would bunking with me when we returned to Heber. Bishop Earls was also huge like ours giving their second master bedroom to his two daughters and their brother Timothy, but the extra room in Stringum’s went to Tony and Jenny.

With everyone perfectly settled in we went down to the dining room and had a nice dinner. It didn’t matter that we weren’t dressed for the occasion only in jeans and t-shirt while our clothes were all being washed including our sneakers after walking through the muck of burnt ash and muddy water.

I guess when you have money nobody cares, except for the guest in the hotel that gave snide remarks regarding how we looked; wearing a t-shirt that had Stringum’s logo on it, we had a pair of work shoes but we had chosen not to wear them down to the dining room. Stringum quickly outlined our schedule for the next two days. He started by saying. “If all goes well we will be home in Heber by Wednesday night or Friday morning for some of us.

“Wednesday will be the most interesting and most challenging day we have had in a very long time, but never the less, we will prevail, and we will stand proud knowing that we will win. We will without a doubt put the last nail in the coffin of Mr. Jim Shepherd as he puts the nooses around his own neck. Not only will he be unable to prove without a doubt that you boys are upstanding young men. He will spit nails trying to get out of his noose, knowing we will not go down without a fight. I only wish for one thing and one thing only and that it is for him to grow a set and take the blame of his shortcoming on his self, but we know that will never happen.

“Three times we have been to court for crimes we haven’t committed. Three times he has and his wife has gotten away with destroying lives, and live hoods of others. Yet we have prevailed, we have endured. Tomorrow we will also prevail, as Jim Shepherds sits alone for the first and looks over at us and wonders where in the hell did I put my big a*s belt until he finds it right up his a*s. As he is mocking us, as he steaming mad because this time we have everything we need to shut his mouth and tie his little hands so he can do nothing, but curse, and hate us. To victory well earned and paid for.” 

Everyone raised their glass and said. “To Victory, may the devil take him?”

Eli Greg, Chad and I had agreed we would stay behind until Saturday to help Mr. Knox move into his new home, and I had promised Ben that we four boys would spend Friday night at his house, while everyone else went on home. I was a little worried about it because I had learned that his parents weren’t comfortable about nudist, which only meant that Ben hadn’t told them that I and my friends were nudist or practicing nudist.

Our parents thought it was a great way to meet other people. Stating that they would either throw out of the house our welcome us in open arms. I had a feeling it would be the latter the moment they find out as I tell them up front that I am nudist and Eli and I are married and Greg is going to be my second husband.