I was sixteen when this occured. One could not DA themselves thirty six years ago, at least not to my knowledge. I had been dedicated and baptized for about a year at this point in my life, but had become inactive and a horrible sinner n stuff after a few active months. "Ernest" (not his real name) would go on to become an elder a couple years later when the Society reinstituted elders, in place of a single congregational overseer. -Nate
Chapter Eighteen, THE GUILTY PARTY
"Look, Joani, I appreciate your concern, I really do." I motioned for Terri Deville to move closer, and then sat her on my lap. She was wearing a white T-shirt and Levis, with bare feet, just as I’d requested. She’d even polished her toenails, which I hadn’t requested, but the effect was very sexy. When I removed her glasses the transformation was complete. She was a voluptuous beauty, Mae West reborn.
"Let me have the phone," Terri said and held out her left hand. I didn’t say anything, I just handed it to her then turned down the volume on Led Zeppelin's "The Immigrant Song."
"Terri here. Nathan isn’t going back to your Kingdom Hall, okay? He’s told you that three times in the last five minutes. Leave us alone Joani." Then she hung up. "That crazy bitch is obsessed with you!"
"I like it when you’re aggressive and decisive," as I snuggled my face in her hair. Damn. It was so thick and long and wavy. Plus it smelled very pleasant, like strawberries. Must be her shampoo, I figured.
"You like it when I’m naked, that’s what you like!" She was smiling and punching me lightly on the left shoulder.
"That too," I whispered, and then BLEEP BLEEP BLEEP (inappropraiet for forum reading). She kissed me, hard, and her tongue touched mine. She tasted clean as her tongued slithered around in my mouth, tasting me. I spasmed with delight and began to suck her tongue like a greedy child with hard candy. Soon Terri and I were naked and were BLEEP BLEEP BLEEP.
"Did you hear something outside?" I asked, listening intently. I didn’t want to be surprised by Terri’s folks coming home early.
She listened. "No, I didn’t hear anything."
"Okay. Let’s use your bed," I told her as I lifted her onto her feet. "I’m hungry."
The doorbell rang. Dammit. "I’ll get it," I said, pissed. "Hang on a sec!" I shouted to whomever was on the other side of the heavy wooden doors. Terri and I scrambled to cover ourselves with clothing once more.
I walked into the foyer and looked through the peephole. What the hell? I opened the door a crack.
"Ernest! What a surprise!" I was flabbergasted and completely weirded out. The giant glared down at me. I asked him "How’d you know I was here?"
His gaze went from me to Terri.
"Can I talk to you outside?" His tone was abrupt, clipped. He was pissed. I wondered why.
I glanced back at Terri as she disappeared into the kitchen. She looked edible from any angle.
"Sure, man. Let’s talk outside." I walked out onto the porch with Ernest, who was wearing his suit and tie. Did he sleep in a suit and tie? It wouldn’t have surprised me.
Ernest got right to the point. "Why were you allowing that whore to BLEEP your BLEEP? Why were you BLEEPING her BLEEP?"
Surprise. No, shock. Maybe I didn’t hear him right. "WHAT?" I nearly shouted.
"Keep your voice down."
"Okay. What the hell did you just ask me?"
"You heard me."
He’d been watching us! If I’d had a gun my trigger finger would have jerked involuntarily.
"You were watching us?" I let some of my indignation seep into my words.
"I had to walk past the window to get to the door. You two were perfectly visible to someone my height."
"So you stood there and watched us?" I was fighting mad now and seriously thinking of giving Ernest a right uppercut to the balls.
"I’m your friend Nate. Of course I watched. It’s my duty." His smile was beatific. I wasn't impressed.
"Yeah? Didja BLEEP off?" I was within a hairs breadth of laying that uppercut on his scrotal sac. He stared down at me, his smile mutated into a grimace. My nose caught the faint stench of (A CERTAIN BODILY FLUID). The bastard had BLEEPED in his pants! He’d been BLEEPING off! The sonofabitch spoke to me again.
"You know I’ll have to report this to Elder Barry. This sort of filth isn’t allowed in Jehovah’s Organization."
Everything clicked into place. I knew exactly what to say.
"Let’s do it right now! Take me with you to Elder Barry’s house. We can even phone ahead. I have his number memorized."
His grimace became glee. For the first time I could see the evil unctuous smug self-righteousness in that grin. It burned itself into my consciousness. I would see that same malicious grin hundreds of times on the faces of pompous self-righteous Bible-thumpers in the decades ahead. It was certainly not the last time I would see a Witness light up with sadistic glee when they caught another Witness in some sin. They love to see another Witness crash and burn.
"Only one problem Ernie." I’d never called him Ernie. No one did. Not even his wife. His smile clicked off and his face instantly contorted into purple rage. I was walking a fine line between life and death. "We’ll have to tell Elder Barry about how you stood there watching us the whole time, BLEEPING off and BLEEPING in your pants. How do you think that will go over?" I thought for sure I was going to have to duck and block some punches. Instead, Ernest just stood there, thinking. Finally he spoke, venom dripping off his every word, his face shoved into mine.
"All right. You made your point, Nate. Just stay the hell away from the Kingdom Hall. Understood?"
"You bet I understand. Catch you later." I stepped back inside the house, slammed the door and locked the deadbolt. "Ernie!" I shouted.
No response, nothing but his heavy Frankenstein footsteps on the wooden porch and steps as he ambled off.
"What did your friend Ernie want?" Terri asked as she entered the foyer from the kitchen.
"Trouble."
I grabbed her and kissed her hard. She led me by the hand upstairs to her bedroom.
Terri was a feast, a banquet, that evening. I would never forget.
Chapter Eighteen of my latest book (This is NATE by the way)
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coolhandluke
Yeah. I'm gonna have to read the whole book. Stop teasing me you bastard!
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Goldminer
A sex thriller with a jw twist!!! This is gonna be a top-10 best seller.Good job Nathan,I really enjoyed reading it.
Goldminer
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Nate Merit
Hi Goldminer
Thank you! I write in 'layers' so now I go back and fill it out with more detail and description.
This was actually nearly a pornographic chapter until one of my buds suggested I tone it down a bit. Now I agree.
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Nate Merit
Hey CoolHandLuke
Aw shucks, ya'll sure I can't mess witcha no mo?
Just kidding. Now I go back and add layers to the story.
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forsharry
Very cool! I've been enjoying the little tidbits here and yon. can't wait to see the whole feast. :)
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Nate Merit
Hi Forsharry
Thanks for the compliments! Hopefully I'm more than halfway finished.
Your cat icon reminds me strongly of my wife's late cat Algeronon. He weighed in at forty-two pounds. A true Gourmand.
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Gretchen956
Nice, Nate, I too look forward to reading the book when finished.
By the way, welcome back, hope you're feeling all better.
Sherry
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Nate Merit
Hi Sherry!
Thanks for the encouraging words, and for the good wishes for my health. For now I'm not having surgery. Buck buck bu-CACK!
This is a special sneaky look at Chapter One.Chapter One, THE CRACK OF DOOM
"What wrong Nathan? Are you okay?"
My sister Mackie was running water in the kitchen sink, and I was muttering "shit shit shit" trying to keep my cool.I was definitely not okay, but I wasn't about to let anyone, especially my family, into my waking nightmare. It was 1973 and I was waiting for 1975. That was when the Great Tribulation and the Battle of Armageddon would occur according to the infallible Brooklyn Oracles, the Governing Body of Jehovah’s Witnesses. The envelope I was holding felt heavy. I couldn't even hold my coffee still I was shaking so much. I knew the letter it contained would sound the death knell for me. An eternal death.
"Yeah I'm fine," I said., without any conviction.
A shudder of dread passed through me as I opened the letter. "Nathaniel," it read, "This letter is to inform you that you have been disfellowshipped from the New World Society of Jehovah’s Witnesses, for fornication, drug abuse, and burglary." All three elders of the local congregation of Jehovah’s Witnesses had signed it.
I started to laugh and cry at the same time. Mackie wiped her hands on a dishtowel, then frowned at me with concern. She put her hands on her hips as if she was about to say something, maybe an offer of help, but she apparently changed her mind, and left. I was alone. I glanced out the window. The sky turned black with greenish gray streaks, just as it did in tornado weather. Swirling, moving as though it were thick dark ink. Lightning snapped a tree outside the window, the flash causing me to cover my eyes with my forearms. The wind exploded against the side of the house, battering it with invisible fists. The glass shattered, razor edged shards imbedding deep in my flesh, arterial blood spurted.
"Nathan! Help me!" Mackie screamed from upstairs. My sister needs me! I bolted for the stairs, barely able to move through the viscous air, now as thick as oil.
"I'm coming!" I shouted to her, gagging on the foul unnameable gasses. She screamed, and there was nothing human left in the noise. .
Up the stairs I ran, the same stairs I had bolted a thousand times or more, desperate to escape my father. Now I was desperate to save my sisters life. She screamed again. The palpable suffering in her scream wrenched my stomach and I vomited blood. Beating hard against the suffocating air, I forced each of my limbs forward with an act of will. I made it to her door, and knocked it open, exhausted. Gushing blood from dozens of wounds and unable to inhale the oily stinking air any longer, I dropped to my knees.
Mackie was shrieking, her insides spilling out of her body in a shower of gore. She'd been flayed, ripped open by invisible talons. A cascade of crimson spewed forth from her lifeless husk as I collapsed on the carpeted floor, now black with our blood.
"Die! Sinners must DIE!" The thunder had become a voice, the voice of Jehovah God, shaking the entire planet with such fury and violence earth began to break apart even as my brain exploded, and all light and life was extinguished. The Good News of the Kingdom had come to pass, praise Jehovah!
My mind snapped back to the present.
"You’re doomed," I said out loud. "Nineteen years old and you’re doomed. There’s no hope for you now you loser. In a couple years Jehovah is going to turn you inside out. Your flesh is gonna rot where you stand and your eyes are gonna rot in your head and your tongue is gonna rot in your mouth, just like the Bible says."
I knew with my entire being that Jehovah God was going to murder me and my beloved sister and Grandmother in a grotesque agonizing manner. I would scream for mercy in my hideous freakish agony, but Jehovah would be so crazed with bloodlust he wouldn’t even hear me.
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luna2
Riveting stuff, Nate! Thanks for the sneak peeks!