Chapter 20-1
Living With The Guilt
Part 2
But this story is not about them, it's about me and my life. Yes, it's true that if I had known that Saturday morning what my life was going to be like. I would have sent my mother home. Knowing she would never be allowed to see me again. Yet I accepted the fact that not only was I am not going to tell the Rothwells about my father trying to kill me again. I was going to allow my mother to have sex with me as often as she liked as well as let her have sex with anyone she liked and not tell my father until she was too old or buried in the ground. It was also the only secret I kept for my grandmother or any of my relatives. Personally, it was none of their damn business.
Bishop Earl knew about it, and so did Bishop Sakes. So did many others because she had sex with them on more than one occasion. In fact, she enjoyed having sex again, considering my father had refused her, and had been years since they had. Like I said if he knew my mother was having sex with nearly as many people as I was. He would have had killed her, not divorced her, but killed her and blamed it all on me. And in truth, I was part the one to blame, but what he did not know was that she was having sex for years with Mr. Stringham and Dave.
I also learned later on it was Mr. Stringham who had his own contract with her regarding her so-called one-eighty. Blackmailing her at first that he would tell my father and everyone she knew that she was if she did not stop abusing me and my brother. Not only would he tell everyone about her having sex with other men and women, but she also would never see me or my brother ever again, as well as her daughters. He would have taken us all away and given us new names and identities to parents who wanted children. In many ways, I wish Aaron had.
He knew what my mother feared: she feared losing her children; she feared the world knowing about it. All he had to do was show one videotape and her life would have been over. That was in the box wrapped with a small token of a one-thousand-dollar check and a new dress and a very nice pair of shoes as a gift. For letting me be adopted by the Rothwells and becoming a member of the Garden Club, as I watched everyone get a box to open that Saturday morning at the breakfast table.
My mother quickly tried to hide the tape, telling me it was just porn as it came in a porn box, but the way she held it said more, knowing porn tapes were nothing to me when I had the real thing many times over. She proved it later by burning it at his summer palace. I heard him whisper when he said that was not the only copy. Yet he warned her if she went back on their deal, he had witnesses' statements and other tapes. Each year, she kept her word. She could destroy the tape and a statement until Aaron, and I were raised and were living on our own.
He gave me a wink handing me a package with a nice new Sunday suit, a tux, five full robes and five waist robes with my spider and tiger logo with my name embroidered and a five-hundred-dollar gift certificate to buy everything I would need for the coming school year, as well a bill of sale. Saying paid in full for my new bed and enough bedding to fill an entire closet. As well as four sets of sex handcuffs and the largest set of bubble baths, and Twenty-four flavors of edible ointments, this had been sent to both our homes.
Greg got the same as me a brand-new Sunday suit tailor-made with a picture of his new bed, the same exact bed we have in our room here, including bedding and four sets of sex handcuffs, and the largest set of bubble bath, and Twenty-four flavors of edible ointments and his own grooming kit, which had been sent to his home. Like me, he had already received five new robes and five new waist robes and a tux, and some other clothing. He too would go to school in style.
All my friends got five hundred dollars, and a tailor-made suit and the robes and the bath products and grooming kit. Greg and I were the only ones to receive a brand-new bed. The bed Greg got would never fit in my room at my mother's house or the Rothwells. I was slightly jealous, but I knew I would spend many nights in it with him and many girls and possibly a few boys.
The day was ours to do whatever we liked. There are several activities to choose from, such as swimming, horseback riding, or even going on a thrilling ride and drive go-cart adventure. If you're looking for something more thrilling, you have the option to choose a helicopter ride instead. We did it all, including a few girls like mine and Greg's two bombshells Corin and her sister Clio. For the longest time, I had wondered about the sensations and emotions that come with riding in a helicopter. It was a dream come true when Greg and I finally could make that dream a reality. However, what made the complete experience truly mind-blowing was the unexpected and passionate encounter we had with two absolute bombshells.
We would have liked to have sex with Cindy and Jody, but both had prior engagements Jody spent the rest of her time with Dave. As fate would have it, I found myself in an awkward situation when I accidentally entered my mother's room giving no prior notice, only to discover her witnessing an intimate encounter between Dave and herself, all while she was passionately exploring Jody's most sensitive areas and fondling her breasts. I apologized and closed the door and went to find Greg. I asked Landon as he pointed it out on the patio by the pool. I felt bad seeing Landon dressed in his monkey suit. Doing some light housecleaning, and changing bedding in mine and Greg's room. Personally, I wanted to take him inside and have another go at his penis and his long muscular chest.
My three friends and their parents were poolside. All of them were having mind-blowing sex with girls. Or each other, it seemed everyone was having sex, but me. Greg was not there but had been told he too was looking for me and I had just missed him moments ago. Not surprising the place was huge. I jumped into the hot-tub and decided to wait until he found me instead of going around in circles.
It was nearly two hours before Landon delivered me a note that I was supposed to come fully dressed as a sheriff in an old western within the hour and meet down at the main entrance. Costumes were easy to come by here, considering Stringham had everything a person could want or dream of. Why not as rich as he was? I did not hesitate to do what I was asked.
I opened my room and there was Greg, changing into his costume as my deputy including his tin star. All dressed in black, including his cowboy hat and cowboy boots. If I was a girl, I would die and gone to heaven because he looked yummy in it. It showed off his well-defined muscles; he gave me a smile and asked. "What do you suppose why they want us dressed up like this?"
I could guess, considering I was quite familiar with what could take place when it comes to role-playing. Yet I did not want to spoil it for Greg. Instead, I hurried and dressed in my costume and followed Greg out. Landon was waiting down in the main entryway, and so were Evan and Jim. They were dressed as train robbers or outlaws.
Evan was eighteen and like Jim, Evan had brown hair cut missionary style and light blue eyes, and a rustic hard chin, about six feet four, and roughly a hundred and sixty pounds all muscle.
What I have seen of his body chest high and legs he used to play football at Payson High School until he graduated. He works at the Santaquin Dairy Queen to help pay for school. He works out a lot to maintain his good looks, I also knew he was not planning on going on a mission and had been disqualified because he used to be a drug addict and had already ruined his chance, by playing the field with the ladies when he was a football player.
The LDS church has a strict rule when it comes to boys or girls playing the field, doing drugs, and drinking. Sex is considered one of the biggest sins regardless of if it only happened one time. They hold it against you for the rest of your life in the church. Doing drugs and drinking is a slap on the wrist. The fact Evan gave up drugs and alcohol and reversed himself around completely. They judge him as not worthy of going on a mission. Yet his parents force him to keep his attendance in church, and perform his priesthood duties, and like me they shun him.
Jim Bob is his partner in crime and basically did the same thing except for drugs, but he had sex many times with most of the high school cheerleaders. His hair is almost blond, but more of a dishwater blond than a true yellowish blond. His green cat eyes say I am angry but cuddly. He too played football, but was more into basketball and baseball than his best friend, Evan.
He had a height at six foot eight roughly hundred thirty-five pounds and had a scholarship to play ball at a local college. He was not built like Evan, but neither was he a wimp. He, too, looked good without a shirt on, according to the ladies. He too was working to pay his way for college at the local gas station one of two in town.
Like Evan, he too is shunned by the LDS church, but only goes because of his friend Evan. One thing to note about Jim Bob, that me he bounced around in the system, not as much as me, but still, a foster kid is a foster kid. He was adopted when he turned thirteen and ran with the wrong crowd, and that's where he met his best friend, Evan.
Drawing a parallel between Greg and myself, it can be noted that we both hold a grudge because of similar reasons that have caused the LDS church to develop a dislike towards us, akin to suggesting a pleasant game of checkers. Instead, there will be a contest to determine who can satisfy the four ladies, whether it be the experienced old outlaws or the young sixteen-year-old sheriffs. It would be an epic game to play, winning back our two votes and becoming best friends by circumstance.
We were told nothing except to get into the waiting helicopter. It was a stare-off as we rode for nearly an hour, no one really saying anything other than to ask if we knew what was going on. Learning neither of us had any idea whatsoever. I was a little worried about my mother when she found Greg and I were no longer at the house and had been kidnapped to who knows where, but then again, she would have plenty to do and as much sex she wanted with whom she wanted, well except Greg and me. We soon landed in at an old movie set out in the middle of nowhere. There was nothing but dirt and tumbleweeds that looked like the Old West.
We were each given a horse to ride into town, but we were told not to come in together. In fact, the only ones allowed in were the outlaws. While Greg and I were instructing what our role was by an envelope with pictures of four beautiful girls, we had never seen before. Our job was to rescue these lovely ladies and put the outlaws in jail before they could have their way with them. It became apparent that Greg and I were to prove ourselves to Evan and Jim that we belonged in the Garden Club. Both of us were given two doses of the horny pills one for us and one for the girl we rescue. We can assume Jim and Evan were also given the same pills.
We quickly took our pills and swallowed them with a canteen of water. When given the green light, we took off at a hard gallop. I wanted to laugh watching Greg noticing right away he was not used to riding a horse, as he bounced like a bouncing ball in the saddle. He wobbled off his horse when we arrived at the saloon where our two outlaws were trying to charm the ladies to go up to the room.
We entered the building and made our way to the bar where Mr. Stringham was playing bartender. Asked us what our poison was. We both said. "Whiskey and leave the bottle." I have always wanted to say that. Both Greg and I knew it was not whiskey but sparkling apple cider. We kept our cool as we watched our outlaws flirt with our lovely ladies, dressed as barmaids just like in the western movies. Even the old-time piano played that music.
We took our time, as Stringham said. "I want no trouble here boys, if you know what I mean?" We nodded, taking off the hats and placing them on the bar, giving each other a nod as we waited for the outlaws to make their move. Man, it was hot wearing this costume. Greg was a little more comfortable than me, considering he hadn't been to a nudist colony where clothing was definitely optional.
We gave them each a nod when one of them slapped them and said. "Unhand me you brute."
We walked over to them, and Greg said. "Boy's, I believe the lady said no. and I believe it would be best to leave town now before we decide to fill you full of lead."
They pulled out their guns, which were small paint guns. Flipped over the table to give them a place to hide behind and started shooting. The girls screamed and dived for the bar to hide behind during our little shoot-out. Stringham pulled out a double-loaded shotgun and fired it in the air, yelling. "Boys! I told you! I want no trouble here, in my saloon!"
Evan shot the bartender right in the chest and yelled. "It seems old timer! That you'll be pushing up daisies!" Stringham gave an epic performance as he died.
The rules of engagement said to shoot each other until both sides either took the girls or ran out of bullets. With every other one either being a blank or a paint bullet. If neither of us was able to capture the girls, we were to prove ourselves by satisfying the outlaws who could stimulate them the best.
Man, I was glad I had very good teachers in both departments. I told Greg to save his last two bullets one painted and one blank, and waited until Evan and Jim ran out giving them targets to shoot at. When they were dry and empty, I told Greg to follow my lead.