Paying It Forward Part 3

Chapter 247-2

Paying It Forward

Part 3

 

Stringum left the table. Moms nurse came in carrying towels and swimsuits for me, Terry and my mother. She stopped Stringum at the door said. “Thank you; I have been wanting to say that since the moment she arrived. Give me a moment to see if these will fit, I’ll go with you and get her doctor on the horn.” Mom asked the nurse if she could borrow a measuring tape and some paper. Terry blushed when she came back, with the items.

Mom said. “Ok, Terry its time for a little show and tell.” She giggled when he blushed. Telling him to strip down to his boxers asking if he had a problem with that. He said trying to strike a deal. “How about if I tell you my sizes instead… I wear large in shirt and I…”

Mom lifted up his shirt having him hold it the ends up as she took the tape around his chest and his waist. “Go on. Large shirt” and started to unbuckle his belt and undid his zipper.

He dropped his shirt and stepping away from her to stop her from going further, said… “Pants 24 waist.”

 

Dad came to help. Dad said. “Pants 24 around the waist,” repeating Terry’s measurement that meant nothing other than the fact that one way or another Mom was going to win. 

Mom moved into position getting on her knees, said. “This would be easier if you removed your shoes first,” as is if she never heard him give him his measurements, feeling where his toes were, said. “Size 6 and a half, but we’ll get a better measurement tomorrow If I can’t find anything I like.” She said. “Now then, I just need the length of your legs Terry.”

He said asking. “Can we do this after I put on a swimsuit?”

Mom said. “No, but if you are worried about me seeing you in your boxers… Don’t. All my boys were boxers around the house or even less.”

Terry swallowed hard, said, “length 32.”

Mom looked up at him. “And when was the last time you had a pair of jeans that fit you properly? Or any clothing for that matter? He blinked. She said. “I take it not in a very long time, by your silence. So the answer is no that won’t work. I can’t get a true measurement unless you're naked because I need to measure your from the inside of your crotch and down to your feet when touching the floor. I can’t even get a true shirt size or shoe size without you removing them. Do you have a problem doing that at least?

He shook his head and removed his shirt and his shoes giving him the same warning in regards that his feet stink. Mom said. “Big deal everyone feet stink after being in shoes all day. Which you should beware of my number one shoe policy, no shoes allowed when your in my house or socks for that matter unless you intend to mend the holes in them. I just put in nice new carpets and don’t like seeing dirty shoe prints on them. I give you something that will help with your stinking foot problem if I have to son.” Mom set them aside on the nearest chair.

Yet she made no attempt to measure his upper torso or legs or his feet, like it or not Terry just learned Mom will get her way one way or another. Instead, she said standing up.  “But when we get home, you can’t avoid me from seeing you naked whenever I want too, that too is a rule in my house like I said all my boys are nudists just like the rest of us who live there. So being naked is completely normal for us, something you will quickly adapt to if you're going to live with us. Not that you have any say that matter either since my husband I have taken custody of you from Mr. Tate until further notice.”

Mom also said. “I will all so remind you that we are in a hospital were nurses see naked boys like you all the time?”

Terry said. “Yes I know that, but you or them haven’t seen me naked.”

Mom rolled her eyes. “Fine, have it your way for now. I am not about to force you unless I absolutely have too. I am hoping once you see all my boys either naked or in boxers around the house, you’ll come around.”

I got up from the table and asked. “Terry how about if I did it, so Mom can have her measurements? Considering we both are just two guys like it would be in a locker room.”

He said. “You won’t make fun me when you see my hairy legs and my big nasty problem?” I shook my head no.

Chef Philips smiled. “Sounds like me and Terry need to have a talk, Mrs. Carrion. When it comes to what I think he is hinting around.”

Mom said. “You could be right, maybe if he saw your big nasty problem. He will see that we like big nasty problems. Hair is just hair Terry if the indication on your arms and chest are an indication that you are afraid of me seeing it. I have shaved many a boy over the years. I am assuming you and Nate talked about this?”

I said. “No Mom we didn’t get that far if you remember.”

Terry said. “It’s not the hair on my chest arms or my legs I am concerned about Mrs. Carrion. It’s the little more personal, plus the ones on my back just starting to grow in odd places. My Dad says I will be like him a very hairy ape and so far what I have seen he could be right.”

She said, “Fine, I’ll find an empty room so you boys can do whatever you boys do. You might as well put on these bathing suits while your add it. I’ll tell the nurse that you boys are changing and need your privacy.” Mom came back said. “The next room is empty. I’ll guard the door considering I need his sizes. I might well get Nate’s as well. Plus it will give Terry an idea what I need him to do for me when the time comes. Like I said Terry hair is just hair and we deal with it the best we can. Just so you know I have seen far worse then what you have shown me so far.”

Terry whispered in my ear as we walked next door. “Thank you for saving me, I am not ready for the world to see me naked; more so both your mother’s. Guys don’t bother me as much.”

I said. “That’s what friends are for, we got each other's backs.”

Terry had no problem stripping down to his boxers with just us guys. It was both my mothers seeing him in his boxers or seeing him completely naked he was having the biggest problem with. Chef Philips and we took off all our clothes off first, and Terry gasped seeing that his problem wasn’t even close to Chef Philips. He said. “See, it’s big and it’s very long. Now you have seen mine, now show me yours.” Terry nodded as he blushed as he lowered them and took them off.

I smiled and Chef Philips smiled and said. “I call that nice looking cobra, my two boys have one about the same size or little bigger. Now I am going to measure you and I want you to spread your legs and feet a little. I am going just going to measure your inside leg and brush the back of my hand near your sack. Nothing that I doctor wouldn’t do when he tells you to turn your head and cough.”

Terry swallowed hard a couple of times. Chef Philips took his time and was careful not to do much more than he told him he was going to do. Even though he would have liked to like I would have and planned on doing once we get back home.

The moment he was done he let him put on his swimsuit. Once he was decent enough he told Mom she could come in now. She smiled seeing that Chef Philips was still naked. It was a bonus when he was very much aroused after showing Terry how big and long it got. Mom said. “So it seems taking off the rest of your clothes gives me pauses because it seems I have to fatten you up. Or that shirt size and pants you gave me will hang on you like loose rags. As I said, I have seen worst hair on boys then what you have, so don’t worry about it. We will deal with that later, considering it’s all got to go. And I mean all of it." ”

Terry faces blanched when he realized what she meant as he took a closer look at mine and Chef Philips crotch area finding no hair what so ever. Mom didn’t say any more about it. Instead, Mom re-measured him from his shoulders across and down to his waist again. She did the same with his legs as he tried to move away from her. But Chef Phelps said.” She’s not going to do anything, she just checking your measurements. "Now stand up straight nice and tall.” Mom was done as she re-measured his feet from the heel of his right foot to his big toe, said. “Let me show you the difference, Terry.” Standing up so she could show him the figures.

Mom wrote down her numbers and compared it with Chef Philips. “See if I went by my numbers alone and yours in regards to your jean size. You would be tripping over your legs and feet because it didn’t fit you in the crotch area or your waist. You told me the length was 32 long, but in truth, you’re a 28, a 4-inch difference. Which would not only ruin the bottoms of your jeans but rubbed raw the inside of your crotch?

“Plus your waist size was off by a mile always having to pull your pants up from falling down all the time even with a belt, but we can work with that, your shoes to would have either been to big or too small which if I can’t find what would look good on you tonight we will go to a real shoe store and a better clothing store. Then when I fatten you up some we will have to re-measure you complete. When that happens you will be standing naked in front of me. I would also get your condom size as well. But, we will let that go and have Nate or one of the boys do it later, your turn Nate.” 

Terry blushed as Mom prodded me in every nook in cranny. She smiled. “You have grown three inches from the last time I measured you.” Mom didn’t ask if she could do the condom size, Terry looked away when he saw Mom stimulating me by hand. Then measured me she smiled. “Well, it looks like you have grown there as well. I shouldn’t be surprised considering your almost 17 and Shane didn’t come into his own until he was almost 18.

“Ok, boys I got what I need to get started. The nurse said she couldn’t find a pair of trunks big enough for you Mr. Philips, so you will have to either wear your boxers or go without. Not that we intend to stop you boys from doing that, she was just suggesting that she would prefer you to be modest if anyone decided to stroll down to the pool, but most of the patients are either watching a movie or gone to bed. She said she’ll leave you the key being the only adult in the room beside his mother. Will be back around 9 or so that should give you boys plenty of time.”

Mom gathered our clothes by stuffing them inside a clear plastic hospital bag so we have something to wear when we got done swimming. The table had been cleared and Mr. Stringum still hadn’t come back yet. Dad said my mother was in the pool locker-room changing into her swimsuit. That we should just go right in when we were ready. The nurse handed Chef Philips the key and smiled seeing him standing in his boxers that had little hearts on them. She seemed pleased that so far we had done what she asked. Mom said. “We will be back to pick up the boys around 9.”

The nurse said. “I’ll have Linda ready to go by the time you get back. She needs to be here for at least group therapy around 10 am tomorrow and so we can examine her plus pick up the pills and prescriptions she will need. Plus the Doctor would like to go over with you her treatments in case there is a problem being as you are her only family support she has at the moment the way things are.

“The Doctor said this could really help his mother, more with you then being here with us with no one coming to visit her. He thinks if you can keep her busy instead of her sitting in her room all day unwilling to mingle with the other patients or the staff that she might find something worth living for and a reason to try and let us help her.”

Mom said. “I think we can work something out. Lord knows I can use the help, but my concern is if she a danger to herself is her leaving the hospital so soon such a good idea?”

The nurse said. “I can’t answer that, considering I am not her doctor or her therapist. But my opinion is being so isolated by her family due to her husband; is hurting her chances of getting better. She’s already spent nearly two weeks in hospital and no one besides her son Nate and you have seen her other than her best friend Mrs. Cranny. There have been no phone calls, cards or gifts from home. It’s like they have totally cut her off completely. I have spoken to her Bishop and he is working on finding some help for her when she’s ready to come home.

“The thing is she doesn’t want to go home, she doesn’t want to do anything but stay in her room. Just getting her to go to therapy is like pulling teeth and she has refused to take her meds and skips meals, stating ‘what’s the point of eating when no one cares if you live or die.’ The medication can only help so much. But if the person has lost all hope they will shrivel up and die.

“The moment she heard that you and her son Nate was coming to see her today was the first time she has really wanted to leave her room. She was willing to do whatever we asked just knowing he and you were coming. I feared that when you left tonight that she would return to room and never leave it. So the staff and I agree if she went home with you and her son tonight instead. And came back for therapy, on a home pass, she would have a better chance of healing.

“But I am not suggesting that she remain with you, I am just suggesting that she be seen more as out-patient rather than in-patient. Even when she does go home she’s going to have to go to a support group of some kind. But like I said I am not a doctor or therapist. I am just a nurse that has seen what family and friends can do to a person in this state of mind. I just know that they do better when they have something to hold onto. Mrs. Shepherd needs her son Nate and needs to see her other kids, she suffocating her self in her room because she not been allowed to see them or call them do to her husband restraining order.

“She needs to be with people that will build her up and not tear her down as her husband has and her two daughters. She has no closes family nearby other than her son Nate. Her family is scattered and her husband has taken it upon himself to take her sons and daughters away. He has filed a petition that she be locked up in mental physicality on more permanent bases, and her son Aaron become award of the State as well as taking full custody of his two daughters by declaring her as an unfit mother. He wasn’t too happy about finding out that Judge that is ruling on his cases rescinded the restraining order against Nate and the Carrions from seeing her.

“Right now he is trying to petition the State Family Court to overrule that order and place Nate and Mr. Carrion in prison for the sexual abuse of to his two daughters and the physical abuse to him and his two daughters; plus accuses Mr. Cranny of physically abusing his wife, knowing very well that he was the one responsible for it, yet he wants everyone to believe that it was someone else.

“Yet his wife refuses to bring him up on charges because he is holding his two daughters as hostages, says if she does he will make sure she never sees them ever again and put her in a mental institution which I have mentioned he is petition the courts and the doctors right now to do it. Now that she has made clear her inattention of filing for divorce, she says if he even thinks about trying to take her kids away from her, she will do it. He is also suing our hospital for allowing visitation rights with her son Nate, and the Carrions as well as her best friend Mrs. Cranny after he told us not to or allows anyone in to see her without his permission.

“Personally I can’t wait to call him and tell him that his wife has been given a home pass and has gone home with you; which he is going to go nuclear. Happy to say its my sworn duty to tell him of your visit and as well having the doctors order stating he has given her a home pass so she can be with her son Nate and his adoptive family being as he is still her husband, in case he wants to know where to find her with the accordance of the law, until Mrs. Shepherd files for divorce and kicks his sorry a*s out the door and onto the street where men like him belong.

“Mrs. Shepherd has been through so much in the last two months alone. More so with her husband constantly undermining her and trying to do his best either to give up her boy’s and her best friend Mrs. Cranny because he strongly believes she is a bad influence on her and is the one pushing her to file for divorce and take his two daughters away from him.

“I understand that this has been going on for two years. It's a war zone where neither gains an inch as it tears their family apart. So its no wonder why she so beat down, No I think its best we give her a chance to be with her son Nate for now. Then we will see where it takes us after the hearing, in a week or so and the hearing with the Family Courts. When that is resolved then we should be able to heal the damage done.

“It’s cruel a heartless thing her husband is doing, I have seen my share of bad husbands and wives for that matter, it never ends well for the children that get caught in the middle. So when you come back to pick up the boys, come upstairs and we have you sign some forms and we will release her into your care, as long as she takes her meds, stays on her diet and exercises plan and comes in for group therapy and see her doctor and therapist for an evaluation. Then we want you to bring her back on Saturday so we can see how she doing for a few days before we issue another home passes. Plus it will give you and Nate a break from her for a few days.

“If all goes well she might get to go home for good right before Thanksgiving, but either way she needs to be with her son Nate; somewhere far away or far enough away from her husband.” Mom reminded me and Terry that she will be back by 9. I waved to her pointing to my watch and put my towel around my neck and I took Terry and Chef Philips down to the pool.