Treat Her Like A Queen Part 2

Chapter 240-1

Treat Her Like A Queen

Part 2

 

Being it wasn’t the weekend but a weekday the place wasn’t crowded. We went in and Landan told them at the desk. “We have a reservation for Carrion and Crag.” It was the first time I have heard Landan’s last name, but I pretend not to be surprised by it. We were quickly led to our table. Again I didn’t say anything as Landan’s wife decided that we all share one table.  Rhoda like me were both polite about it, not that we had a lot talk about, except one thing, but I wasn’t about to ruin an evening out talking about the miscarriage. It was what it was and there was not going back to cry over it.

My intention was to get Rhoda’s mind off it. I have heard when mothers go through this they get very depressed. I knew of only one woman in my life who was depressed and that was my mother. I knew when she got into this mood of depression there was this heaviness about her, and she would sit in a room staring at four walls crying endlessly and then she would get angry. It was the anger we worried about me and my brother because she would take that anger out on us. So once we order our meal, I asked Rhoda to dance. In spite of the fact, there was no one in the dining room doing so as the band or what was available a piano and a violinist playing. I didn’t care about making a scene. I only cared to make her happy.

The moment we stood up and walked into the middle of the dance floor, I heard Lucy ask. “Well, aren’t you going to ask me to dance dear?” I saw the blush on Landan’s cheeks as he was slightly embarrassed because we would be the only ones dancing unless the others in the room joined us. I ignored everyone; instead, I danced with Rhoda as we glided softly on the dance floor in a waltz. A simple box formation and twirl, I considered myself a good dancer because of Ma and Pa and the many dances we had out on our back porch. 

However it did make Rhoda laugh as gave her a twirl and then when the music was about to end I leaned her back and kissed her; getting a round of applause from the audience, breaking the facade or illusion that we were alone on the dance floor. Lucy said. “Very nice young man, where did you learn to dance like that?”

I said. “From my Ma and Pa with the help of my Aunt Margaret.” She blinked a couple of times, not understanding who those people are so I had thought at the time. Landan said something in her ear and she apologized. I said. “I seldom talk about my past anymore, mostly because it upsets my Mom and Dad.” 

She said. “I see, again I apologize, but I believe it's one's pasts that makes the person who they are today and should be proud of it for the things it has taught you. Perhaps I could meet your Aunt Margaret and tell her what fine young man you are.”

The music started into another waltz as I retook Rhoda’s hand. I simply said. “Thanks, but much as she would like to hear that, it just wouldn’t be possible.” I waltz away not wanting to discuss my personal life; because when I did it always led to questions.

I cringed when Rhoda said. “You never mentioned to me you even had an aunt, I knew about your Ma and Pa because you would mention some times about the life you had with them, but even then it was nothing more than a reference.”

I nodded. “It was a long time ago Rhoda, and its something I don’t like talking about, because of what happened; plus the fact my adoptive parents don’t like it when I talk about them. I think it makes them feel inadequate.”

She stopped me on the dance floor. “Is it because they aren’t members of the LDS church or the fact they took you away from them?”

I said. “Both, can we can talk about something else please.” 

She gave a heavy sigh. “For now, but this discussion isn’t over. Several times every time I bring it up you ignore me or try to change the subject. Something bad happened didn’t?”

I said. “Look our meal is ready, and I am starving.” She gave her discontent as she let me walk her off the dance floor and allowed me to scoot her in at the table.

Lucy said. “He such the gentleman,” taking her seat while Landan took his, allowing his wife to scoot her own self in starring red hot pokers at him.

Instead of ordering steak I had chosen Prim Rib with classic mash potatoes and green bean almandine. Rhoda too looked daggers at me for most of the meal. I did my best not to notice because I really didn’t want to discuss my life with the Downing’s, mostly because when I did I got all choked up, and caused me to miss them, which was why I seldom talked about them other than a quick reference. However, Lucy had no intention of me dropping the matter telling me. I didn’t answer her question about my Aunt Margaret. Rhoda looked at me also wanting me to say something and appeared she wasn’t going to let it go.

I simply said. “I would love to introduce you to her, but I can’t considering she been dead for 4 years going on 5, and like I said my adoptive parents don’t like me talking about my past, other than a quick reference, because it’s a sore point for me and them… and there is nothing anyone can do it about it. It is what it is. I can’t go back and I have no idea where they live other than the fact they have left the United States years ago.”

Lucy took my hand from across the table and said. “I am so sorry Nate; I never realized that she could have been dead.”

Landan looked at her said. “Lucy darling, you did too, considering you knew her personally.”

I blinked and she said. “I must have forgotten, I apologize again for bring it up.” I shrugged my shoulders as she let go of my hand. I knew my Aunt had some powerful friends, plus the fact that she and Stringum were very close. So it stood to reason that she and Landan knew her.

I calmly said. “Like I said it was a long time ago, water under the bridge so they say.”

She reached over and squeezed my hand and said. “If I remember her right she was one woman that always got her way. She spoke highly of her nephew EJ. I just didn’t put two and two together until now and I apologize. She was really quite the woman back in her day and I admired her for it, in fact, we all did.”

I nodded and focused on my meal finding I had emptied my plate, so instead, I watched others take advantage of the dance floor. Not hearing Lucy if I would like to dance. I was polite by asking Rhoda if she minded hoping she would spare me, but she was too busy being angry with me. Lucy took my hand and I led me out on the dance floor as Landan and Rhoda followed soon after.

Again the questions started in again. Lucy asked. “So tell me about this unusual name EJ, I gathered the letter E stands for Eric, but the J has too either be; John, Jonathon, Jim or James. Your Aunt to you as EJ, but nothing else’s other than the fact your parents were monsters.”

I cringed. “The J stands for James. It was our little joke for me and my grandmother and I used it when I lived with the Downing’s.  They called me EJ hoping to make the name a little more bearable, because of how my mother and father treated me, hoping to make my life a little better once they learned what and where the name came from.

“My mother had a Barbie doll of some kind and named it Eric. My father's name is Jim and sometimes they called him James. They hated it when people called me that, and for us, it was way to get back them; which was why I prefer the name, Nate. Even though when the Rothwell’s adopted me we changed my name to Eric T Rothwell, so my name had nothing to do with my fathers, yet they compromised with my mother and grandmother to keep my first name when I am not undercover.

“Mom and Dad let me keep my middle name T for Tiger because sometimes they use it as my nickname. Since I roar like one when I am angry and act like one when pinned into a corner, but like I said I prefer Nate over all them, because I can ignore my past entirely.” 

She said. “I like Nate and the nickname Tiger being your middle name. I could see why you would of what I know from your Aunt Margaret, but trust me Nate not talking about the past will haunt you someday, it always does. You can locket in a box and bury it in a deep hole, but someday it will break free and then you are faced with it. I speak from experience. I too had very bad past not as bad, or as complicated as yours, but it was bad enough to put me in an institution for a while.

“Rhoda might have mentioned that I had a miscarriage, in fact, I had two to be perfectly honest. You see I was raped by my father and he got me pregnant, the fact that he was die hard LDS church member, didn’t matter to him. It was your Aunt Margaret that got me through it and found a doctor that could be discrete in helping me through it what they call an abortion, it means the same really. She made sure that my father never touched me again and was excommunicated from the church after finding out I wasn’t the only one he had raped over the years.

“I was 13 when that happened; my next one was the same way Rhoda lost hers. Something that you can’t ever plan on; most people blame the mother that they didn’t want the child so they did things to themselves to prevent having the child. Yet you and she had agreed to raise the child because you didn’t want them living a life like you had been raised in. I commend you on that decision knowing most men would never do so. Plus the fact you don’t blame her for what has happened because you were taught that it takes more than being a sperm donor to be a parent.

“Again I commend you on that because you are right. Sex is just sex, being a parent means a lot more, providing love and a good home. Landan and I have three boys, two of them are mine and the third one is adopted. Yet we treat them the same as if they all were and we love each and every one of them. We are considering adopting two more boys from that orphanage where your three brothers came from and perhaps one of the girls as well.

“We haven’t had a chance to talk it over with the boys, but I know they won’t have a problem with it. We have always wanted a daughter, but as luck would have it I haven’t been able to do so. I am way past my bearing age and I can’t have any more children if I wanted to. Adoption seems the best way to get what we want; we have tried being foster parents, but the problem came when you have that child in your home for a period of time; always having to give them back to their parents, and being reminded that weren’t their parents. It tore us to pieces and we decided that we would adopt instead of going through that anymore.

“I don’t know how anyone does it without getting attached to them then having your heart ripped out over and over again? It’s hard on the parents that take them in and even harder on the child. I can’t even imagine what you have been through bouncing around as you have. I have been told that you will never see another thanks to the Rothwell’s. Leaving nothing to chance, you either belong to them or your mother, but the way your father is, I don’t think there’s much chance of that happening.

“Then there is this other problem we seemed to be faced with when it comes to finding someone to babysit our boys, which is our lifestyle being nudists when living outside of the colony. It was ok at first when my two older boys. Trance and Daniel were toddlers, that when we needed them watched so Landan and I could have some alone time. Would run naked at any given moment, they didn’t freak out as they do now. Trust me when have two 12 and 13-year-old boys and 8 years old named Jessie do that, and the way we live as nudists. People seem to get really upset by the fact we consider what we do normal behavior in the privacy of our own home.

“Even though when their friends come over and participate, they consider us immoral deviants when they are caught doing the same thing in their friends home, after we had informed them that we were nudists, in which they scoffed at stating boys will be boys and boys are wearing nothing when they are together or just a pair of boxers. Trust me there is a difference so I have learned. Nudity is one thing according to them when they change in and out of their rooms or share a bath when they are younger or a gym shower, but when they stimulate each other or caught having sex, they have a hissy fit.

“It's ok for the parents to do it, or do it when the doors closed and not in the open, but when it's not, they scream rape and immorality. They seemed to forget that they have seen their boys naked most of their lives and have been having sex and stimulating their husbands before they were married in the back of cars in a parking lot of some kind or when their parents weren’t home.

“God help me they don’t, but they are too afraid to admit it. Worst if they are members of the LDS church were they consider stimulating a sin against God until they themselves are married. When I know for a fact they have been doing it since the moment they had learned how, hell my boys have been raised on a penis and have been breastfed.

“Like Landan, we were raised in the nudist culture. It wasn’t until we moved out of it so our kids could have both worlds and a better education did we have a problem. Now that my youngest boy Jessie. We have discovered that the world just isn’t ready for us, or if they ever will. If wasn’t for Stringum and your Aunt Margaret we would have never been able to live here, you probably didn’t know this about your aunt, that she too was a nudist at one time, and belonged to our Garden Club.

“The name came from her by the way. It used to be called wild roses or something wild, been so long I can’t remember, nor does it really matter. The Garden Club name came from the fact Adam and Eve lived in a garden. Plus the fact when we mention it to others out loud they assume the name has to do something with the flower society; which is somewhat true. If you consider the fact each member is a flower of some kind and being as flowers we like to pollinate. It’s our little inside joke so to speak on those that think otherwise.”

I blinked a couple of times not knowing my Aunt like I thought I had, then again it shouldn’t have surprised me considering she didn’t care, about seeing my Downing brothers and me naked, Yet she never mentioned it to me or them that she had been a nudist. Now it made sense as I thought about it. Yet at the time I thought it was how she was a mother and it doing motherly things that it was part of it. Man, I wish I knew back then, then again would it have changed anything?