Pillow Talk Part 1

Chapter 228

Pillow Talk

Part 1

Once the groceries were put away, Mom and Jared were given the grand tour, as Randy’s Mom kept apologizing for how small, and a modest home it was compared to ours. Mom stated that just because it isn’t as large as our cabin, didn’t mean it was less a home than ours, she stumbled when Mom reminded her that our cabin, houses 5 families. That when we lived in American fork our home was just as big as this one, said. “Just because we had the means we didn’t live high off the hog. I worked and my husband worked, we raised our kids in a home just like this one.

“We didn’t own a large estate like Mr. Tate, or Mr. Stringum. We had home basically on what our needs were. No servants or a private Chef. Money meant nothing more then it kept us in the black. It was Mr. Stringum and Mr. Vincent idea that we buy one big cabin here in Heber and purchase a large partial of land and build a private community where people like our selves could live our lives without fear, because how people viewed us as nudist and how they felt about our religion to the only true church after being prosecuted and forced to leave, before they ran us out on rail by members of other churches and the U.S government.

“The High Bishop told us if we moved here we would be accepted. So far he has fallen short because of recent advents that have taken place. If wasn’t for Mr. Tate we would have packed up and left and moved back to the nudist colony and hid in the shadows practicing our religion without anyone knowing about it.  So there is no reason to apologize Mrs. Walters. I am very glad that someone like you is willing to take us in from the cold and was very happy to get your invitation when so few that would rather spit in our faces because of recent events.”

She said. “Please, Mrs. Carrion call me Victoria. I think we were going to be close friends. So far you and your son Nate are not what everyone says you are.”

Mom said. “Call me Jamie. You should never listen to rumors Victoria, and do your thinking by learning the truth as our true God and savor have taught us.”

She said. “Yes I believe your right Jamie, I am curious about your nudist lifestyle in regards it mirrors our religion in some ways, but not so much in others.”

Mom said. “Come Victoria we have no secrets, have I not told you who I am that I truly believe in nudism and that our true God is the one me and my family worship?”

Mom leaned in and pulled her close and brushed her right cheek. She asked in hush worshiper in her right ear. “Would you like to have sex with me and my family?” She blushed and nodded, Mom asked me when dinner would be ready I told her not until 7 when Dad and Mr. Walter comes home, she said. “Excellent, let me call my husband and tell him to pick up a few things from home. Providing it’s alright if I and my husband spend the night with you, and we can all go to church tomorrow together.” She nodded and showed Mom the phone Mom picked it up the phone and called Dad.

Once that was settled she asked Mrs. Walters if she had tried any of her bathing products. She said. “Yes, but only the samples.”

Mom said. “Well then, I see why we can’t open my house warming gift I brought you.” She handed her a bright blue bag that she had me put on the counter with mine when she came in, that had her store logo on it and stuffed with white and pink tissue paper.

Mrs. Walters blinked finding a nice floral robe made of Japanese silk for her and her husband. That Candus had given her the sizes when she visited the shop, and several large bottles of the most popular babble baths, soaps, three bathing sponges, skin oils and lotions that she sells and several large bags of our favorite teas and very decorative thermos. It had to have cost us at least 700. Knowing how much those robes were, being in the neighborhood of 200 hundred each, and 200 dollars worth of bathing products and 400 in-store coupons. The High Bishop said to make sure to always bring a house warming gift. Nothing too expensive, but not cheap either. 

Candus told her Mom to try it on she giggled as she did, feeling the soft smooth silk. I handed the other bags to Candus and one for each her brothers. My gift wasn’t as expensive, giving them each a silk robe, one that Candus had looked at. But once she saw the price she quickly put it back and gave a heavy sigh. Well according to our wives, being the only ones that had noticed.

I had one for Holly as well, but since she had chosen not to be here. Her mother said she’d give it to her when she has apologized to us. Randy swished in his and so did his brothers. The boys each got their own grooming kit as well. Candus squealed when she found the one she really wanted and kissed me hard and very passionately asking me how I knew this was the one she really wanted. I said. “I married one of the smartest wives.”

Mom said. “I hope you won’t punish her too hard, she just being an average teenager. I should know. I have raised two girls of my own, but now they have left the nest and are both married. I miss the days when they lived at home being those average teenagers. Hey, I got an idea; let’s have a Japanese dinner tomorrow at my house. That way you can all a bathe as the Japanese do.” Candus and her brothers begging their mom if they could she gave a heavy sigh rolling her eyes. Then finally gave in. She quickly asked if their chores were done so when their father was home he won’t get angry. They shook their heads.

Their mother said. “Then you better get them done or you know he’ll say no to going to their house.” The way she said it made him out to be a cruel father. Yet nothing indicated that when I met him for the first time Friday night; plus I didn’t see any bruises on any of them. I wasn’t sure what to think about that. Jared and I asked if we could help. Getting the answer that we were their guest’s and it would be unacceptable. Yet Jared and I helped anyway, being friends and neighborly wanting to prove them that we weren’t spoiled rich kids.

Mom pulled Mrs. Walters aside and whispered in her ear. Watching her give a soft nodded as she eyed me and Jared. She looked at the clock on the wall and cringed. Mom said. “We had plenty of time, dinner is simple and the kids don’t need a parent around.” She gave a heavy sigh and said. “A nice long relaxing bath does sound nice before our husbands come home, plus I have been told by Randy that you give an excellent massage.”

Mom said. “Or we can wait until they come home.”

She shook her head and said. “No, my husband really prefers not to have sex with me unless he has too. He says he only married me so he could have children. Not to pleasure me, like some w***e. He has several lovers and hasn’t chosen his second wife yet because he isn’t rich enough. I failed him when he found out I was flat broke within a year of our marriage.”

Mom said. “Then we don’t need him, my husband married me for love, not for money or power. Together we became financially independent thanks to our true god blessing us for staying faithful in the true church, plus we invested our money wisely into the stock market and buying small partials of land with few of our friends and developed them into thriving communities. Where we met Mr. Stringum who has been invaluable helping us become richer then we thought we could ever hope for.

“Like I said we weren’t all ways rich, well not as rich as him anyway, but we do all right, by pulling all our resources together, and getting more involved in the church. We like helping those in need, and as you can see we are blessed for it. We helped Kirk's Mom and now she has aligned herself with us, and it was the same way with the Vincent and the Earls as well as many of our friends like the Benson's.

“Once we brought them into the true church we have been blessed. Now Mr. Tate is seeking to align his house with ours, like the High Bishop, and our new Holly Queen. Our true God blessed us by allowing my sons Nate and John to be healed. I praise him for allowing my boys to walk again. As you have heard Nate wouldn’t have ever walk again. The last round of drugs didn’t work and another operation would have been pointless. Now, look at them… you wouldn’t have known they were ever in a wheelchair. May Mormo be praised for giving us such a prized gift?” Mrs. Walters repeated the mantra.

Mrs. Walters took Moms' hand and pulled her close and kissed her. When she released her she nodded to her to follow her carrying her bag of goodies down the stairs. Randy said thanks that his Mom hasn’t been this happy in a long time. I didn’t say anything I just kept dusting the wooden future as he vacuumed the floor.

Candus was making sure the kitchen was in pristine condition. I put in the lasagnas so they will be ready when we were ready to eat. They needed a good hour and a half to bake, and have time to cool and set up, and went downstairs to help Randy clean and dust the family room. While Candus vacuumed the rest of the rooms upstairs as her brothers cleaned the bathroom, and gathered all the clothes from the hampers and put them in the washroom so Candus could put them in the washer.

Randy said his sister Holly was getting off easy because she wasn’t here to do her chores, which meant all of them had to do it for her. His Dad didn’t care who did them, as long as they got done. I knew exactly how they felt, having a father just like him. Even Dad could be or used to be cruel in that way. Sometimes he would forget, but it wasn’t like it was before when I had first come to live with them.

Now he considers me as one of his sons, not some foster kid and not some boy that belongs in jail, not worth a second chance. It bothered me that most men in the satanic church had this mentality that woman are w***e’s and salves unless they have proven themselves worthy. Randy and Kirk say they are not all like that here, but so far what I have seen I haven’t really noticed any that really cared about their wives and family. Well except High Judge Grayson, and the Kingston’s.

Even the High Bishop here Mr. Calen’s stated he hated each of his wives, and they hated him. He only has three loves in his life which were his three boys, well make that four now including his new wife Dora the new Holy Queen. It was the same for Eli’s Dad, that he too didn’t really love his wives; he only married them for the power and the money to align his houses with their families who were rich. I smiled hearing Mom and Mrs. Walters screaming as they both climaxed several times.

We had just finished cleaning the house, which wasn’t all that dirty, to begin with when their Dad came home. Randy knocked on his mother’s bedroom telling her Dad was home and hearing her say holy s**t. She quickly opened the door and run up the stairs in her new robe to great him. Mom had a strange look like I did, when Randy and Candus discovered their mother coming home and how fast they dressed.

Mom said exactly what I was thinking. Interesting and I agreed. Mom and I went upstairs with everyone else to greet their Dad. We could see hand marks on his wife's face as if he had slapped her for something not too his liking and seeing the tears in her eyes. His attitude soon changed as Mom and I as well as my three brothers came into view. Mrs. Walters quickly recovered her self and introduced him to us.

Mr. Philip Walters Senior. He was tall having to be at least Dads height 6 foot 3 and built like bodybuilder or quarterback they would use to mow people down on the field.

Dark brown hair graying slightly on the tips of his brow and along the sides, compared to everyone else’s soft brown hair and hazel eyes. His face looked like it had been chiseled out of marble that if he smiled it would crack, yet the moment he saw me, my brothers and my adopted Mom he smiled.

I wasn’t sure if it was because we were rich or something else, as he eyed us up and down like a piece of meat. He quickly put out his hand and shook my hand. My vision of him swirled around me, giving me the impression he wasn’t a good person and he reeked of death and rotting corpse. I didn’t need Jeff to tell me that this person is a very bad man, just like Mr. Tate and his two buddies we meet the other night.

I could hear women and children crying and feeling cold, very cold. The coldest feeling I had ever felt in my life. Once the feeling dissipated I could see darkness all around him as if he was covered in it. I took a step back as he kept smiling at me and said. “Please to meet you, Mr. Walters.”

He said. “I can’t tell you, Nate, how glad I am to meet you and your family. Let’s just say me and you are going to be very closes.”

My mind whispered to me. “I very much doubt that.” Wanting to bathe from his mere touch, Man I wish I didn’t have to do any of the things I was going to do with him, but if I wanted him to spill his guts to us so we could put him down. I was going to have live with the fact I was going to do whatever it takes.

He turned to ask when my Dad was going to get here and how soon dinner would be ready smelling the lasagna. I looked at my watch and said. “Around 7 we weren’t expecting you to come home so early,” it was barely 4:30.

He shrugged it away said. “Yes, I see that, but the moment I was told that you and your family had accepted our invitation. I decided to come home early, I am assuming Randy told you I like to be punctual and my guests welcomed the moment they walk into my house.”

I said. “Yes, sir he did.”

He turned back to his wife and asked where Holly was, his wife was about to say something, when he noticed the note on the fridge. He ripped off the fridge and growled angrily after reading it as he crushed it in his hands. He waved the note in his wife's face. Asking her why she allowed this to happen, she stepped back and said. “You told her she could go so she wouldn’t insult our guests.”

He screamed back. “I said yes she could go to her friends, not to go see Mr. Tate, and bother him with our problems. I gave her instructions she could go after I came home and her chores were done.” He threw the paper in her face then quickly apologized to us stating that this wasn’t how he wanted to welcome us. That he had a really bad day at work, but know that we were here his day just brightened. When he looked at me and my three brothers like we were meal he couldn’t wait to devour.

We quickly accepted his apology knowing it was best not to anger him further. Dad knocked on the door as he was using a white glove treatment to make sure the house was to his liking finding we had done a very good job, but something in his eyes said if we weren’t here his family would pay for it by some kind of punishment even though it was to his liking but because he was embarrassed that he had modest home compared to some in the church.

Instead, he said. “I am sorry my house isn’t like yours Mrs. Carrion, but it is what is. If my wife wasn’t so lazy perhaps we would have had a much nicer home.” Mom didn’t say anything knowing better not too at this point. Realizing what type of guy he was I could see her hands shaking with fear just like Randy’s Mom as they quickly pretended to do something.

He quickly opened the door for Dad as he carried his and Moms small suitcases and asked us boys if we wouldn’t mind brings in the rest of their things. We did what we were told as he turned to his wife and asked having her tell him she had asked if they too would like to spend the night with us. Not telling her it was my adoptive Moms idea, so it wouldn’t it anger him further. He said. “Excellent idea, it proves that my wife has a brain in her head after all. For a brief moment, I had thought there wasn’t one finding out my oldest daughter isn’t here, and the house a mess and dinner being delayed.”

Dad looked at us a little confused by the way he said it, compared to how he had greeted us Friday night. Mom mouthed something to him that said to be careful. Using some sign they had that spelled this guy isn’t what he appears to be. Dad shook hands the moment he removed his shoes adding to our shoe pile.

Mr. Walter pretended not to notice. Yet he didn’t want to embarrass us. He led Dad into the living room as he waited for us to bring the items in that Dad had brought as part of his house warming gift, having Landon help us before driving off into the sunset so we wouldn’t have to walk on the hard crusted snow on the ground in our bare feet and remain on the sidewalk. Dad like me we missed driving ourselves instead of always having to use a limo, but it was our cover story that we were protecting.

Once inside Dad quickly handed them out using the ideas that Kirk and Randy’s sister Candus stated that their Mom and Dad had forever wished for. That he could get easily, but nothing too cheap or too expensive. Mr. and Mrs. Walters was the heaviest being they were all in gift-wrapped boxes not in gift bags.

Mrs. Walter gasped when she opened hers finding tabletop mixer something she had always wanted but never had the money to buy one of her own. Mr. Walter and Randy were given a craftsmen toolbox filled with nice tools that were made of the best quality they could find on the market.

I watched Mr. Walter blink a couple of times as he found a large envelope with at least 2,000 dollars worth of cold hard cash and in-store coupon for half the cost of anything he wanted in the store or a remodel. Kirk and Candus had mentioned that Randy’s parents had put off putting in a bigger solarium, seeing a picture of one Dad had cut out of a magazine, which was almost a duplicate of the one we had in Highland. That said he could get it at cost including the remodeling.

Each of the boys got a coupon to pick out a brand new bike all they had to do was go down to store and pick it out and a couple of hundred dollars of cold hard cash. Candus was a big box fairly light and the same sizes as Holly’s. Once she opened her box she squealed and jumped up and down finding a brand new comforter for her bed and two sets of bedding that matched. Plus envelope of cash of 3 hundred dollar bills not as big as their Dads, which had to be less than theirs because he was the breadwinner.

Mom whispered to Mrs. Walters when she found her envelope of cash as she quickly hid it inside the box of the mixer. That it was hers and not her husbands, now knowing the kind of jerk he is. Mr. Walters smiled as he had really approved of our house warming gift being worthy in his eyes. He told Randy to take Holly’s and put it in her room for now and place the lock on her doors so she couldn’t go in there until she had talked to her about her behavior.

He quickly did what he said not wanting to anger him any more. I noticed the change in everyone one's behavior that said he was a very cruel and dangerous man. That everyone stepped lightly around him when he was home.  I had no doubt my father would have gotten along with him and would have been best friends. Until he found out the church he belongs to and his extracurricular activities.