Mulberry Part 2

Chapter 260-1

Mulberry

Part 2

 

My mother said the moment I walked into the bathroom as the tub was filling. “I am beginning to like your hair this way,” she said taking off my shirt and undoing my pants. It was nothing new for my mother to undress me, even though I was 16 going on 17. I had stopped fighting the idea because even my adoptive sisters and my adoptive Mom preferred to do it and would slap my hands away, stating that it was unwrapping a nice piece of candy. Even my wife Rhoda hated the idea of me doing it, not that I minded mind you. So I let them do it.

Once my mother was done undressing me, I climbed into the tub as she removed her robe and climbed in with me as the rest of our group joined us. None of us boy was allowed to do anything in regards to bathing. It was our job to let them do it for us any way they wanted. Again none of us boys mined the extra attention; in fact, many of us were looking forward to it; being as we had been dying to have hot and wild sex with the girls after having to act over and over again that we were into each other.

My mother was no longer bored now that we boys have given her what she wanted. She had a huge penis appetite and she wanted to make sure she got her fill after watching us turn tricks on camera, and we obliged her. Yet when it came time to let me be alone with my wife Rhoda she excused herself from the tub and our room stating she would see us in the hotel dining room for a late supper.

I saw the hurt in her eyes as she left the room, wishing that my father wasn’t the cruel and heartless man he was. Wanting very much to be the man of her dreams instead of having to be satisfied that even though he didn’t want her in that way anymore. Many of our other fathers and their wives didn’t have a problem including her in regards to sex or spending time with her.

It was the one thing that kept her going was our lifestyle that we don’t turn people away because of their looks. We were open about our way of life, and we did shun people for who they are, or what they look like. All were welcome, and that was the most important thing to my mother when the outside world and my father was tearing her apart, shunning her because she liked our lifestyle; and my father more so because he did not like my lifestyle, or my friends or my adoptive family, more so me… which he wanted me dead, and not for the lack of trying.

Even though I was beyond tired, almost too tired to eat. Wanting nothing more to climb into bed and sleep for a week. I knew better then to go hungry and I knew better that Rhoda would force me into some clothes even if it was just a robe. I was going down to the dining room to eat with my family and friends. Then afterward we could talk about me getting some much-needed shut-eye.

 

When we arrived in the dining room being led by the waiter to a private dining area where Stringum, Tony and Jenny have set up a large scale map on a wall and pictures covered over with a black cloth. I didn’t have to ask what was underneath it. It stated it was the scene of the crime we had encountered today, and they were about to disclose what we now know and how we will proceed.

Jenny quickly shuffled pictures of men, women, and children and started to tack them up. I watched as Terry and his sister quickly recognized one of the pictures. It was the picture of their uncle and not their father, but his picture was also placed in the order with their mother. There was nothing I could do; there was nothing any of us could, in regards to keeping it a secret from them. They had a right to know if their parents were dead or still being held somewhere.

Jenny gave a tired sigh as she flipped the board around so we wouldn’t have to face the truth or the people behind that board as she took a seat with the rest of us. We were all tired after a long hard day, some of us more so than others. I order steak and fries, even though I could have had prime rib. But having that seemed boring, more so when I was about to see prime rib and chicken cords and twice bakers in my sleep over the next couple of days.

I wanted something different even the steak seemed like a leftover, but as hungry as I was I could have eaten a fish dinner and not know it seeing how it disappeared in a rapid rate including my dessert. I was still hungry, but I didn’t say anything not wanting to be a gluten's pig at the table.  However, I planned to order room service the moment I got back into our hotel room.

No one really said anything important watching us boys eyes droop heavily now that we had a full belly and a hot bath, the long day was wearing thin on all of us. Yet the moment the room was cleared and Tony took center stage and gave the outcome of our little side adventure, it was more than enough to bring us to awake. I watched the room, more so Terry and sister as they gripped each other's hands, as Tony told them that according to the autopsy that their uncle is the one they found dead. With only a few the parents they had found locked away inside the cavern. Sad to say it was their favorite uncle and his wife as well as their two children.

That according to the other parents they had refused to give them their children to Mr. Tate or to Crawford. So they killed them and their children right in front of them after they had taken turns raping them over and over. They then watched as they butchered their children as they screamed tearing them apart limb by limb until they bleed out and died and feed them to them, leaving them the only source of food. But many of them refused to do so angering them further. So instead they hung them up like cattle being slaughtered and having these human mad creatures feed upon them. I hated Mr. Tate, but after learning about this and seeing it. I wanted him to suffer; I wanted all them that was responsible to suffer greatly in this life and the next.

Then there was Antonio another breed of predator, the idea of him trying to be our friend and having him touch me and my friends and brothers made my skin crawl.  I only hoped there was a personal hell for people like them. Tony and Jenny stated that there are now aware of 6 hideouts just like this one and possibly more. Yet they wouldn’t know for sure until they finished interrogated them. Either way, my services were no longer need at the moment.

My time for that kind of help had been set-aside for now with the fundraiser on Friday and Mr. Tate’s party on Saturday, not to mention our court appearance the following Wednesday. I had full enough plate as it was, least not forget school and all the makeup work I would have to do just to keep up with my classmates. I could say for certain that my life was anything but boring, and wished for once I could have a few boring days.

Rhoda gave me a smile as she excused her and me from the table and from the room. Like a good boy I followed her, and the moment the elevator closed and she pushed the button to our floor. She turned on a dime forcing me up against the wall and passionately kissed me and started to undress me, then stopped when she realized we were being watched by the elevator camera. But by that time I had removed her bra, and she was standing in her panties and her fishnet stockings. I could only imagine what the people thought watching the footage, but personally I didn’t care, thinking most like it wasn’t the first time people have has sex in the elevator nor would it be the last.

The elevator door opened, but I had noticed when she pushed the button, it wasn’t the floor where I thought our room was. I didn’t say anything, it wasn’t important as she stepped out of the elevator leaving me to pick up our clothes as she walked down the hall dropping the rest. Begging me to follow her, not that I minded. She giggled at me as she stripped every few feet tossing her clothes in the hallway until she was naked as the day she was born only holding the room key as she stopped at the door placing the key into the lock turning handle and slipping the do not disturb sign on the door.

She giggled, “I hope you don’t mind if we spend the night alone, just the two of us?” I shook my head no. Thinking it was a dumb question, and personally how could I refuse or why would I want too. I came into the room shoving the door closes with my foot and locking the deadbolt. She made her way over to the bed and posed for me waiting for me as I dropped our clothes onto the floor, knowing better.

But my adoptive Mom wasn’t here to see me do it. Besides she would just chew me out for keeping my wife waiting when she has pretty much stated she wanted to spend the night alone with just me, instead of Eli and Jackie. I was pretty sure they wouldn’t mind, nor would they complain.

She wiggled her forefinger at me telling me to come to her, there was no way I was going to refuse to do it. My tiredness had disappeared the moment we had stepped into the elevator as if she filled my reserves that had been running on empty. Once she had me she finished what she had started now that there were no cameras watching us. I didn’t ask if she was wearing her girl condom, more so because she and I in our eyes and in God's eyes we were married. We had never really talked it about it, regarding if she wanted to have a baby with me.

We had discussed the idea of keeping the one she was having and agreed we would raise it ourselves with the help of my adoptive parents. That being said, we had agreed that it would be our choice when we were ready. I naturally left it up too her. But as I look back on it, I should said something, I should ask if she wanted to try again. But I didn’t, and it was a mistake because if I had we would have been still together instead of me and her walking away.

I let her go, and I should have said no. I should have said we could work this out, school… life or whatever came our way. Instead, we parted as friends and watched as our contract that we had signed together burned instead of remarrying. Using either my Rothwell name or my birth name when everything ended, and the adoption became void.

We remained friends over the years, but in time she remarried, and lost contact soon after I should have fought for her, but the world changed and I changed. Or I refused to be a part of that life any longer, which was my greatest mistake. Thinking I didn’t deserve to be happy, because of the things I did where the world would judge me for them. 

In truth, it was how my family judged me. The moment they found out, they shunned me, and they still do. Yet it was my choice, not theirs how I wanted to live my life, but instead, I listened to them and the world around me. Letting them all judge me.

Yet all I had to do was say to them, asking them where were they when I need their help. Instead, they ignored me then, and they still do. In truth, I was never apart of them and they were never really apart of my life. They would never be family to me, for in their eyes I do not exist, and they avoid me as much as possible; hoping that I would just die, or crawl into a dark hole never to be seen again.

For now, it’s not about them, for now, it is not for them to decide my fate or if it ever was. Today is not that day, today at this particular time… I am where I belong. I belong to Rhoda and I have family and friends that mean everything to me; for they except me for who I am.