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"The fuck you say, boy!" the sheriff chuckled. "Until your uncle comes back, he left us in charge. I'm getting' tired of tellin' you that so you better just shut the fuck up or things are gonna get a whole lot worse real fast."

Eamon announced that the van had arrived to transport Thor, Mr. Print, Mikayla and the prophet to the prison in Statesville. The warden sent the van driver and guards to the diner while he and the sheriff went over to the quarters to pick up the prophet who had been left in the small wooden box with P.T. Sligh overnight. Sonny and the doctor went to the back room of the building to wash up.

"I had hoped to get by and get all those women's physicals done before now" the doctor said. "That Toby's bad behavior certainly slowed things down but I have to say you did an expert job. I've seen third year medical students who didn't have a grasp of the terminology or the procedures the way you did. I'm really proud of you, Sonny."

"It was all in that book, doctor" Sonny said with a smile, glowing at the remarks from the doctor. "I guess I've always had a mind for remembering things I read. It's like once it is in my head, it just stays there."

"Well, you were brilliant, son" the doctor said, giving the boy a hug. "I've never seen anyone retain that kind of material with such ease. He pulled the handsome boy in for a hug and Sonny dodged the kiss on the cheek being offered and went for a kiss on the lips instead.

"Thanks, doctor" Sonny said. "I hope you know how happy I am. It wasn't that long ago I was living in that nasty garage, seriously thinking about how to just get it all over with. Now I can't even believe I'm that boy. I know how much you've done for me and I know what a basket case I was when you guys found me. I know that you've been there to hold me through my nightmares and night terrors. I know that you've arranged a counselor and gone with me to see her three times every week. I know that. I also know that you seem to feel some guilt when we kiss on the lips and I know you get hard sometimes in bed just like I do when you're holding me. I think you want me and I know I want you in every way. Am I right or am I misreading the signals?"

"You're spot on as usual, Son" the doctor said. "I've wanted you from the first day we met and I knew that I'm twice your age. I also knew that you were a troubled kid and I'd rather die than to do anything to complicate your recovery. But I also know that I have strong feelings for you. I think you're the sexiest, most beautiful boy I've ever met and I want you badly. I just wouldn't dream of doing anything that might set back your amazing recovery."

"So if you want me even half as badly as I want you, what do you say we sit down with the therapist and discuss it?" Sonny asked. "I can't take this much longer. My body wants you as much as my mind needs you."

"Sonny, I think that's a wonderful plan" the doctor said. "I will only ask you to promise me that if you want to have sex with someone else or be with someone else at any time, you have to say so."

"I promise you that and I expect the same from you" Sonny said. "Can we talk to the therapist tomorrow?"

"I don't see why not" the doctor said. "And if she says yes, maybe I could plan a little weekend getaway for us down to Gatlinburg. Just you and me. If you'd like that."

"I can't think of anything I'd like better" Sonny said. "I've dreamed of us getting away for a while. I love our life here and I adore all the boys and the men, but I'd also love a couple of days of not having to share you."

"That's a plan" the doctor said as he held the handsome boy in his arms and kissed him deeply.

"Okay, I've got the keys to the van" the warden announce loudly. "Anyone who wants to go with me to the quarters to pick up the prophet and take him to the hell cell can load up now.

"Sonny, I'm not sure it's a good idea for you to go there" the doctor said quietly to the younger boy.

"I'm okay, doctor" Sonny said. "I've pretty much figured out that you guys are holding Preacher Smith and the others somewhere and I figure that's the same place you have the prophet. I have no idea where it is and I could be wrong. But that's what I've been thinking for a while now."

"Son, you're absolutely right about that" the doctor said. "Are you sure it won't upset you too much seeing that goddamned preacher and his brother?"

"Doc, I'm sure of it" the boy answered. "You saw that I controlled myself with Mr. Print and he's the bastard that found me hiding in the woods and dragged me back in to get cut. That part of my life, awful as it was, is over now. I really believe I can deal with this as long as you're with me."

"I'll be with you as long as you want me there, Sonny" the doctor said. "That's a promise."

The sheriff, the warden, William, Sonny, and the doc all loaded into the large prison van to head for the quarters, leaving David at the courthouse with the prisoners. As it was coming up on lunchtime, they stopped for some snacks and then continued to the quarters. Randy had gotten a couple of loaves of white sandwich bread and some water for their prisoners. When they arrived, they walked into a scene of bedlam. P.T. could be heard over everything else screaming and wailing from inside the wooden coffin-like box where he had been imprisoned overnight with the prophet. The other men were shouting at P.T. to shut up and complaining that the noise had continued throughout the night without ceasing. Will Barrow, the two disciples and the Smith brothers were al screaming at P.T. to try to get him to shut up his noise.

William went over to the wooden box and spoke to P.T.

"Old man, if you don't shut the fuck up, I will not take you out of that fucking box" he said. "You may think I'm kidding but I'll go bury that son of a bitch in the deepest and darkest woods in North Carolina!."

"I can't shut up, you little motherfucker!" P.T. screamed. "You've locked me in this fucking coffin all night with a fuckin' dead man! He hasn't said a word in hours. I know the son of a bitch is dead and you've got to get me the fuck out of here. He was biting me for about the first hour we were in here. I could hear him cussing me and then it stopped. It all stopped. He hasn't moved or said a word in hours and hours. Please get me the fuck out of here. I know that son of a bitch is dead!"

William and Randy hurriedly took hammers and removed the nails from the box and sure enough, the prophet was looking up lifelessly, his eyes open and glazed over. He was dead as a dead as dead could be.

"Wel, P.T., you old son of a bitch!" William said to his father-in-law, for once in your fucking life you've told the truth."

That provoked laughter from the group. The coffin was on the altar table and the doctor moved in to see if there was an obvious cause of the prophet's death.

"I don't see anything significant here" the doctor said. "There are no bite marks and P.T. had no weapon he could have used. I'd have to say that, as unbelievable as it may sound, the man probably died of natural causes."

"Well, we don't have to deal with announcing it cause the world thinks he's been dead since that plane crash at the lake. His death was just announced to the world before it really happened" William said.

"I guess maybe we ought to tell the widow but I ain't sure of that" the sheriff chuckled. "As I recall, the last words she said to him as she was leaving were "go fuck yourself" or words to that effect."

The whole group laughed again except for the two disciples chained to the wall.

"This isn't funny at all the way you're all laughing at the death of a prophet" Mark said. "He was a holy man and a wonderful leader."

"Son, I'm gonna make a suggestion to you" the sheriff said. "The prophet already got your ass captured and chained naked to that there wall. If it weren't for that asshole, you'd still have all of your dick and wouldn't have that little pecker wrapped up in bloody, crusted gauze that's gonna hurt like a motherfucker when we rip it off of you. So we don't need to hear nothin' from you nor your fuck buddy, Luke over there."

"Will Barrow" the sheriff called out. "You beent the quietest one in the whole group today. Since our young Charlie is gone, we don't have nobody to take care of bathing all the men. So I think I'm gonna appoint you as the new bath boy and you can get all these nasty fuckers cleaned up."

"But sheriff, I don't want to do that" Barrow said. "You know I don't even like to be close to other naked men, much less touch them."

"Okay, Will, that's fine" the sheriff said. "Sonny can you help me get Will Barrow off that wall and stretched out on that table, please. I think we need to take a little more foreskin off that tiny little rat dick of his. There ain't much left so we may be takin' cock head instead of foreskin but that don't matter a fuckin' bit to me."

"Oh no, no, no, please, sheriff" Will Barrow said. "I spoke without thinking. Please don't do that. I'll do anything you tell me. Ill be glad to get these men cleaner than Charlie ever thought about. Please just don't cut me again. It still bleeds every time that gauze comes off. I can't take that again. Please let me help you with the others."

"Well, if helping out means that much to you, I guess I can forget them hasty words" the sheriff said. "But you better not be forgettin' again. You better learn to think before you open that nasty cocksuckin' pussy-lappin' mouth of yours!"

"Yes, sir, I swear I'll think before I speaking from here on out" Barrow said humbly. "I just can't take going under the knife or being shocked any more. Please spare me that. I'll be amodel prisoner if you just won't hurt me anymore."

Randy removed the leather cuffs, from Barrow's ankles and wrists and the man was barely able to move at first.

"You better get to steppin' or I'll put that scalpel back in the doctor's hands" Randy said. "Or I might even give doin' a little bit of surgery myself this time. That might be fun."

"Oh no, please, sir" Barrow begged. "I'm movin' better now. I'll be fine and I'll get started. Who do you want me to wash first?"

"I bet old P.T. has probably pissed all over himself in that coffin. I guess you better start with him and that wood box now that they got the prophet out."

Will moved as quickly as he could to get P.T. chained back in his place on the wall and began to hose him down and soap him up.

"I believe I can do a sufficient autopsy on the prophet" the doctor said. "It's been a while since I've done one but I think I may be able to figure out what killed him."

"It don't really matter but I am kind of curious" the sheriff said.

"I think it's probably a good idea to do it just so we know" William said. "I'm sure the governor would like to know what killed the old bastard too."

"I have refrigeration space at the new clinic" the doctor said. "I had them build a space large enough for two just in case we ever need to keep a body or two cool for several days. We can take the body there and Sonny and I will get the autopsy done tonight as soon as we finish up over at the women's center."

The disciples had now noticed Sonny, who had never been to the quarters before and started to ask who he was.

"I thought it was that muscle deputy till just now" Luke said. "But that ain't him. That ain't the boy that fucked the prophetess."

"No it isn't" William said. "This is another Gayberry boy. I don't think that Preacher Smith or his brother have recognized the boy either but they know him very well."

"Oh goddamn motherfuckers!" Preacher Smith exclaimed when he got a look at the boy's face. The faces of the preacher and his brother were white as sheets as they recognized the face of a boy they had cut at the church in the woods and whom they had both abused along with the boy's now deceased father out at the garage his father owned.

"Hey, Preacher Smith" Sonny said cheerfully. "I apologize for not speaking to you sooner, but it's certainly good to see you and your brother again. Last time I saw you was out at my father's auto garage where you came to fuck me along with my drunken dad. But please know I harbor no ill will toward you men. I've moved on. I really have. My life is better now than it ever could have been if things hadn't happened the way they did. I live in a house full of men who all love each other. Life is better now than I could ever have dreamed it could be. I think I really should be thanking you gentlemen. I'd shake your hands but unfortunately it looks like they're cuffed and chained to that wall over there. Well, that's too bad but I guess it's true that there's such a thing as karma."

"You little motherfucking liar!" Preacher Smith screamed at the boy. "You're a lying little bastard! I never laid a finger on you and neither did your own paw! You was a chronic masturbator and I and your paw and my brother tried to save your nasty soul from eternal damnation and the hottest fires of hell! And now you go lying about us when we were trying to help you!"

"Ever'body knows what you done and it ain't no good to lie" the sheriff said. "Sonny's a fine boy and it's unforgivable how you fellows and his own paw treated him. He's one of the smartest, finest boys in Gayberry and I'm proud to have him livin' with us and sharin' our lives. By the way, we're all livin' in what used to be the Bedford Mansion. You know, the big plantation-lookin' house downtown with the big white columns and the fancy parlors and the swimmin' pool and the hot tub. Life is good, fellas – at least for us. "And here you boys are hangin' naked on a rock fuckin' wall with nothin' to eat except what we give you and wonderin' when we're gonna get around to choppin your nuts and your cocks off."

"You piece of shit bunch of liars!" Roy Smith shouted at the sheriff. "You have all told lies about all of us. We have been maligned and we know we will get justice when all is said and done. The Lord above told us that followers who believe the word will get justice!"

Randy laughed.

"Oh yeah, you're gonna get justice. You can count on that because I'm going to see to it. And we're all gonna see to that. Everything that's happened in this place up to now is just a little tiny taste of the justice you boys are gonna see and that's a promise. By the way, Mr. Smith, your beautiful son Kurt is now living under our roof. I really love that handsome boy. As a matter of fact, I love that boy so much I've adopted him. His name is now Kurt Gaytlor and he never even gives you a thought. Your wife has divorced you and is about to remarry a nice fella down near her own maw and paw. Her and the other kids don't think nothin' about you. And , Reverend Smith, your daughter's one of the biggest sluts ever to land in this town. And your wife is shacked up with a couple of closeted homos. One is the preacher and one is the music director at the biggest church in town and they just use your slutty wife to try to convince theirselves they ain't faggots. I caught all three of `em piled up in a bed down at the local motel and they was doin' some of the nastiest stuf you can imagine even with your nasty little pea brain. And your good buddy Michael Hunt, who is now known as Mikayla, is headed down to Statesville later today where the warden's arranged for her to get a surgery so she'll have a cunt. She's got no balls now and her dick don't work so she wants a cunt. She's in for a surprise too though. She thinks she's getting a cunt and then she can fuck all them hot, horny men in the prison. The warden ain't told her that once she gets that cunt, she'll be housed with nothing but other females and she'll never get near to a dick again as long as she's there and that's for the rest of her fuckin' life. But she did one good thing. She showed us where ever' penny you boys buried on your place was and we've collected ever' single bill. That'll be for the Hunt boy whose little dick y'all carved up."

"Not only that, but Mr. Hunt ratted out every single other father who took part in your nasty scheme and ended up getting blackmailed by you guys" William added. "I've had a team under my anti-corruption task force working night and day to discover ever investment, every bank account, every real estate holding, and every stock or bond any of those men had and the reckoning is coming soon. Those other fathers think they got away with their crimes when you disappeared. They're going to be very surprised and you'll be the most hated man in these parts. You may be more hated in these parts than the dead prophet is out in Arizona. That motherfucker is better off dead in that little wood box than facing all the people he's landed in jail out in Arizona. They'd have torn him from limb to limb. A lot like all these men who are about to find out just how badly you totally fucked their lives up."

"And, P.T., I'm sorry we been ignorin' you while we wuz dealin' with these Smith brother assholes, but I'd be showin' real poor manners if I didn't thank you in advance for the use of your fancy penthouse up in Raleigh this weekend" the sheriff said. "It'll be my first time stayin' in a goddamned penthouse so I'm really lookin' forward to it. William and I will be takin' my two new sons, Kurt and Rafe Gaylor, up there to look at a college they might want to attend. I can't hardly wait to get some time with them handsome boys and I'm really lookin' forward to stayin' in such swanky digs."

"I guess I should thank you too, my dear father-in-law, now that the penthouse you used to live in is in my name and the names of my two sons" William said. "And, Jack, it's probably a good thing for you to know that the sheriff's new son, who used to be your son Kurt, has a real man crush on the sheriff. We are going up to Raleigh so the boys can get a taste of college life, but we're also hoping to open them up a little bit. Your boy Kurt has been real shy about showing off his beautiful cut dick because almost all the boys around here are uncut. So, while he's had a crush on the sheriff, he's still been really shy about showing affection openly. The sheriff and I are hoping to change that by showing those boys what real love and affection really means and how men and boys can really enjoy each other without shame."

"You keep your goddamned hands off my son, sheriff and that goes for your lyin', sorry assed molestor friend here!" Jack Smith screamed.

"Interesting who's calling whom a molester, isn't it?" William sasid with a chuckle. "When we all know how you were fucking the fourteen year old daughter of your brother whom you had arranged to have marry your son, whom you and your brother were raping on a regular basis."

"You're a liar!" Jack Smith screamed. "I never fucked my brother's daughter and he never raped my son! You're all just a bunch of motherfuckin' liars! You just want to steal my son and take him for yourself! That's what this is all about! That's what this has always been about, ain't it? You're a bunch of faggots who can't have your own sons cause you hate the puss! You have to steal other people's boys and take them for your own! "

"Calm down, Mr. Smith" William said, punching the crazed man squarely in his exposed nuts. "The sheriff and I have sons of our own. If you'd been paying any attention you'd have known that. I actually have two sons and the sheriff has one. Our friend Arnold also has a very handsome son. Your boy Kurt wants nothing more to do with you ever. He won't be the least bit sad not to ever see you again. He's made that clear. He was offered the chance to see you and his uncle and Kurt said he'd prefer not to ever see either of you or even his mother again. You failed as a parent. You failed miserably. So don't even think about trying to blame my friend Randy for your own miserable fucking failures. It's just like my piece of shit father-in-law. He could have had the love and adoration of my two beautiful sons but he and his mother chose to try to poison them against me instead. It backfired, thanks be to God. "

Will had finished bathing the two disciples, who had screamed as the crusty gauze had been torn off their fresh circumcision sites. William and Randy inspected his work on the two and pronounced he had done a good job. Barrow had begun cleaning the Smith brothers as he had already finished with P.T.

"While Barrow's getting you boys cleaned up, perhaps you would like to see what Jack's son will be getting, if he wants it and I know that he does." William said. "I'm not sure that either of you has ever gotten a really good luck at the sheriff's cock. It's easy to understand why a young boy would want to get his hands and his mouth and other parts of his body on a prime piece of meat like that. I've seen Kurt looking at the sheriff's big soft cock in the pool and the hot tub at home and I know his mouth's just been watering for it. But we never force anything on a boy. If Kurt wants it, he will have to ask for it and I know he does and I know that he will. Show him that big old dick, sheriff."

Barrow had both the Smith's uncuffed for their baths and William grabbed Preacher Roy's head, forcing him to his knees and rubbing the front of his pants across his face. Randy did the same with Kurt's father, Jack, as he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, taking out his white slab of cock meat and dangling it in the man's face.

"You fucking ungodly perverts!" Reverend Roy screamed at them until William took his head and impaled his mouth onto his soft cock, threatening to activate his shock collar if he didn't open up for the dick.

"Give the man who used to be your son's daddy a taste of that fat sheriff cock, Randy!" William urged as the sheriff was using his meat to slap Roy Smith's face.

"Drop them sponges and come have a taste of this black meat" Eamon said to Barrow as he pulled out his big black cock, approximately equal in thickness and in length to the sheriff's. "Open up, Barrow, or get shocked into next fucking week!"

"You'll have to shock me cause I ain't suckin' a nigger dick!" Barrow exclaimed as the warden activated his shock collar, causing the boy's body to hit the floor and start to spasm. The shocks continued for a good eight seconds which left the man prostrate on the floor. The warden grabbed a handful of his hair and lifted him easily, forcing the man's mouth open and inserting his semi-erect meat.

Barrow, Preacher Smith, and his handsome brother were all choking and gagging on the mouths full of meat but none of them wanted to endure more shocks. All three tried repeatedly to handle the hard cocks being shoved repeatedly into their throats but none was an accomplished cocksucker so they were all gagging and struggling. The more the men struggled, the more the mouth fuckers enjoyed it. Apparently, the action was getting to P.T. as well as his cock was rock hard and dripping pre-cum, although he could do nothing about it, chained to the wall as he was.

"Well look at my dear father in law" William said, laughing, "I believe watching his buddies get mouth-fucked is turning him on!"

"Too bad Sonny and the Doc are missing this little show" the warden said.

The two had previously taken the van to go for replacement batteries for the shock collars.

"You liking that dark meat, boy?" the warden asked Will Barrow with a chuckle.

Of course the gagging boy couldn't respond with the hard cock of the warden gagging him. He was barely able to get a breath as the warden stroked his thick cock meat in and out of the boy's throat relentlessly.

"How do you like the taste of sheriff dick, you son of a bitch?" the sheriff asked Jack Smith, who was also unable to respond as he was just trying to get enough breath into his lungs not to pass out.

"Oh, that's real cute!" William remarked. "Look at those two brave disciple boys. They both have their eyes closed trying not to see this cocksucking action. You boys know seeing this will make those dicks hard, don't you? You also know when those dicks get hard, you'll tear away any scars that are forming and it'll hurt like hell. You don't have to watch but you can hear these boys gagging on our hard cocks, can't you. I bet both of you wish it was you getting your hard cocks sucked. Or maybe Luke is wishing he was doing the sucking. Our buddyDdale Mason told us how much that boy liked having Dale's fingers in his asshole when he sucked him off."

"Shut the fuck up!" Luke said. "That guy was lying to you! I'd've broken his fingers if he ever tried to put them in my fucking hole. That ain't fucking allowed."

"Our buddy Dale ain't a fuckin' liar and you'll pay for sayin' that. We'd beent hinkin' we might send the two of you on up to Statesville tomorrow when the warden brings William's wife down here but I'm thinkin' I might just have an idea for a nice outin' for both of you assholes. You wouldn't mind that would you, Eamon?"

"Fuck no, sheriff" the warden said. "I'm in no rush to get those two. I plan on turning Mr. Print over to those boys in the hell cell tonight so it'll be fine if we wait a few days to get them all horned up again and ready to tear these two young holes apart."

Disciples Mark and Luke were now sobbing as they heard these words, knowing the sheriff would make good on his threats to make their lives miserable.

"You just can't keep your fucking mouth shut, can you, Luke?" Mark asked.

"Oh shut the fuck up!" Luke spat back."You're the one who just had to have that Mason guy's fingers in your asshole, you fucking faggot!

"I don't know about you guys but I'm about ready to feed Preacher Smith a fucking cumload" William said.

"I'm pretty fuckin' close myself" the sheriff said.

"Me too" the warden responded as he continued thrusting his fat cock into the mouth of the handsome young teacher.

Saliva mixed with pre-cum was now dripping from all three of the prisoner's mouths and running down their necks and their bare chests. All three were all afraid they would be suffocated by dick.

"Asphyxiation by dick!" the warden said. "Wouldn't that be a fun thing to see on a fucking death certificate?"

That evoked laughter from the other two.

"I could just hold Barrow's nostrils closed with my fingers and shove my dick all the way in. He couldn't get any fucking air into his lungs. Wouldn't that be the ultimate humiliation? Suffocated by a hard piece of black cock! Watch this guys!"

That said, the warden shoved his fat cock all the way into Barrow's throat, completely occluding his airway as he tightly pinched the man's nostrils completely closed with his fingers. Barrow knew he couldn't get oxygen unless the warden chose to release his nostrils and began to panic. He struggled to get away from the dick but the strong warden had a death grip on his head. Barrow knew he couldn't breathe and was about to suffocate with the black warden's cock occluding his airway. It was his worst nightmare realized.

"I feel his throat contracting on my cock and it's an amazing feeling!" the warden said. "I'm about to feed this Ku Klux Kocksucker!"

Saying that, he groaned loudly, making it clear that Barrow was receiving his thick load of hot mancream into his throat even as the wild-eyed man knew he was done for without oxygen. He felt like his lungs were about to burst as he felt himself losing consciousness. Just as Barrow knew he was gone, the warden pulled his still-dripping meat out of the boy's mouth and released his nostrils, pushing the boy onto the floor where he gasped wildly for oxygen. Seeing that inspired Randy and William to do the same as they both shoved their cocks in as deeply as they could get them and held the nostrils of the Smith brothers. Both men struggled in vain and both thought they were goners when the sheriff and William came at the same time. Jack Smith passed out before the sheriff withdrew his saliva-covered cok from his mouth and let his lifeless body crumple onto the floor. William kept occluding the preacher's airway until he was almost gone and then pulled his cock out, pushing the gasping preacher onto the floor beside his brother.

"You've done it! the preacher gasped. "You fuckers have gone and killed my motherfuckin' brother!" the preacher screamed.

"He ain't dead, preacher!" the sheriff said. "He's just passed out. I can see his chest movin'. He'll get conscious again in a few minutes."

Jack did begin breathing again very shortly thereafter, gasping for air like his brother and Mr. Will Barrow. All three of them were spitting, trying to get the semen and the taste of cock out of their mouths.

"You boys might not want to do that" William said. "None of you three are any good at cocksucking. If you had any skills at all, we wouldn't have been forced to be so rough when we mouthfucked you. It's your own fault so you get none of the delicious white bread or water we've brought for the others. The cumloads we gave you are loaded with protein so my best advice to you would be to stop trying to spit that semen out and enjoy its nourishing qualities."

Doc and Sonny returned with the fresh batteries and began to put them into the prisoners' shock collars.

"You guys missed a bit of a show" William told the pair as they went about their work. "The preacher, his brother and Mr. Barrow were in the mood to suck cock so the three of us obliged them but only after they all begged for it."

"You fucking liar!" Jack Smith shouted.

"Seems unfortunate none of them are very skilled at it though" William stated matter of factly."Mr. Barrow almost choked on that big black monster in the warden's pants. I think he needs to improve or we may need to cut off more of that foreskin. Oh wait, he's got such a tiny cock, there may not be any more foreskin left to cut off. Get off the floor, Barrow, and get your hairy ass over here right now!"

Barrow hurried over to William and stood in front of him, his hands covering his bushy privates.

"Move those fucking hands or I'll cut those fuckers off" William ordered as the boy dropped his hands to his sides.

"Doctor, do you think you and your new assistant might take a look at Barrow's cock to see if there's sufficient foreskin for him to be cut again?" William asked as Barrow began to sob, begging not to have more foreskin removed.

"Dry it up, boy, and let the doctor and his assistant examine you" William ordered.

"I think the light is better over on the altar table" the doctor said, leading the boy over to the table and assisting him into a lying position in the center of the room. Barrow continued to sob as the doctor told him to put his hands beside him to allow him to examine his meat. Barrow did as he was told, his body still wracked with sobs.

Of all the prisoners it was Barrow who seemed most repulsed by having to expose his naked body to other men and to hate being touched by them. The doctor ran his hands over Barrow's thickly furred chest and down into his very thick pubic bush, combing it with his fingers. He bent down to examine the man's very tiny cock, which was still not completely healed from his previous circumcision procedure.

"There might be enough to cut here but I think you might want a professional to do this one" the doctor said. "There's very little foreskin left and an amateur could very well cut into the cockhead even without intending to do that."

Barrow was crying now, tears running down his cheeks, his handsome face now drawn.

"Barrow, there might be a way to save that tiny bit of foreskin you have now" William said. "I know that we left young Charlie here unchained and free to roam around the room. We don't trust you enough for that but we might allow you to come off the wall so that you could move about in the area where the other men are. If we did that, you would still have one ankle cuffed and chained but with a longer chain which would permit you to move around, keeping all the other men clean and, if you choose to, practice your cocksucking skills on them. Learning to suck a cock could save that little dick of yours and maybe your nuts too. Is that something you'd be interested in."

"Sir, I'd really like to be able to move around more like you are saying but I don't know about sucking their cocks" Barrow said. "I really am not gay and I don't like sucking dick. I know you men found that stash of panties at my house and I freely admit I loved wearing women's panties but I only did it with women, never with other men."

"Improving your cocksucking skills is entirely up to you, Barrow, but I will tell you that being a better cocksucker could save what little bit of meat that's left between your legs" William said calmly. "It's up to you. If you don't care to keep what's there hidden in that thick bush, it's completely your choice."

"I'd like to take you up on your offer and I will keep the prisoners cleaner than Charlie did" Barrow said, sniffling all the time. "I don't know about the other. Can I think about that part of it?"

"Of course you can, Barrow" William said. "Let's go over here and get that chain all fixed up."

William assisted the man to a standing position and took him over to arrange the chain and cuff which would allow him movement in a limited area.

"I need you two disciple assholes to listen up for a minute" the sheriff said. "Next time we put on a little show to entertain you boys, you better fuckin' watch or you'll be sorry. I better not ever see you closin' them eyes again while we're tryin' so hard to provide you with high quality entertainment. Since you were unappreciative, I think we'll just hang onto the bread you were gonna get. That might teach you a little lesson."

"Fuck you!" Mark the disciple said. "Fuck you up your conceited ass, you fucking prick!"

The sheriff let out a little laugh.

"Boy, if we had more time, you'd regret that" the sheriff said. "As a matter of fact you will regret that. You'll regret it very much but it does confirm my decision to keep you boys in town a little longer. I got some big fuckin' plans for the two of you assholes. Just wait and see. I know both of you boys have no tolerance for pain. Don't think I didn't hear y'all boys screamin' when Barrow was ripping that dried gauze off of your fresh-cut little pricks. I heard ever' bit of it and I enjoyed it enough that we may just cut them cocks again!"

All the men laughed as the sheriff took several pieces of white bread and just stuffed them into the mouths of the disciples. Before leaving, William went over and stuffed half a loaf of white bread into the mouth of his father-in-law, who was struggling to swallow it as fast as the man was feeding it to him.

"Barrow, there's a whole case of water over there under the altar table" William said. "You can give all the men and yourself a little. But if I find more than two bottles missing when I get back, there will be hell to pay and you'll pay the fucking price. Do you understand that?"

"Yes, sir" Barrow answered meekly.

"Okay, Barrow, go over there and unlock P.T." William ordered.

Barrow did as he was ordered and P.T. immediately started to protest, sensing that his son-in-law was about to put him back in the wooden coffin. The man started struggling with Barrow and screaming, begging William not to put him back in the small wooden box. P.T. was so weakened from inactivity and being unable to use his muscles, he was no match for Barrow who brought him over to the altar table easily. Randy and William had put the box on top of the table.

"We haven't had any kind of vote here lately" William said. "We've tried to be able to give all of you some voice in your treatment here, whenever we can."

"That's absolute bullshit and you know it's bullshit" Preacher Smith yelled at the others. "You've only used the pretense of giving us a voice when you wanted to turn us against each other. You had us vote for who would get cut next and it set us all against each other."

"So be it" William said quietly, a smile on his face. "Nonetheless, we are going to let you decide who spends the night in the wooden box with P.T."

"No, please!" P.T. screamed. "That fucking box is too small for one person. I really can't take another night in there with another person."

"You'll stand whatever I say you can stand, old man" William said. "As you're locked in that tiny space with another body, maybe you'll think about how you ordered me and my two precio9us sons to be murdered and buried alive. You son of a bitch, you neither deserve nor will you get one shred of mercy from me."

P.T. was on his back in the wooden box, continuing to plead for William not to do this. Barrow had been forced to stand over the box holding the control to P.T.'s shock collar to prevent the horrified man from trying to escape the box.

"Golly, our little group has dwindled" the sheriff said. "Looks like there's only be four people voting. I guess if there's a tie, Barrow will have to break it."

"No, please don't put that on me" Barrow begged. "I know if I have to break the tie, the next time that happens they'll all vote for me to be punished. Don't make me do that. Please. I'm begging you!"

"Shut the fuck up, Barrow!" the sheriff barked. "We need to vote and get the fuck out of here. We got other things on our plates today. Preacher, why don't you cast the first vote."

"I vote for that disciple that liked getting' fingered by that Mason guy" the preacher said. "Sounds like he's a fag to me. A real man won't let another man put a finger or anything else in his fucking hole so I vote for him."

"I assume you mean the disciple Luke" William said. "Luke is the one that Dale Mason described having been forced to suck off who liked having the man's fingers in his hole. So that's one vote for Luke."

"Luke, since you have one vote, why don't we let you vote next" William said.

"I vote for that motherfucking sorry ass preacher who just voted for me"" Luke said.

"All right, we got one vote for Preacher Smith and one vote for Luke" William said. "Jack, why don't you vote next."

"This is easy" Jack said. "I vote for that cocksucker that just voted for my brother. I cast my vote for Luke and I'll warn that other motherfuckin' disciple that if he votes for my brother and we ever get out hands on his ass, he'll be very sorry!"

"Like I'm afraid of some sorry ass backwoods rednecks who get theirselves caught burning down a nigger school! " Luke said with a sneer. "You're a couple of redneck heathen losers who can't even light a fuckin' fire. We did that shit out in Arizona for the prophet and Sheriff Joe every fucking day and we never got caught. We usuallly didn't even bother with them silly assed white hoods either. So I vote for that motherfuckin' redneck preacher!"

"Well, well, well" William said. "Looks like we have a tie. "Barrow, you get to cast the tiebreaker."

"I don't want to do that"Barrow said as he began to sob. "They'll kill me or vote for me to get some awful punishment. Please don't make me do this."

"Okay, Barrow, no problem" William said with a smile and putting his hand on the sobbing man's shoulder. "I can understand that you wouldn't want to cast a vote against your fellow prisoners. I can understand how you'd fear retribution. These guys are not nice guys. I totally understand that and you don't have to cast a tie breaking vote."

Barrow had a look of relief and immediately stopped his sobbing.

"Thank you, sir, you won't ever regret saving me from having to do that."

"Don't thank me, Barrow" William said. "I understand that you'd be hesitant to cast this vote so you can just get in the box with P.T. yourself. You'll climb in with him facing the other way so you can give him a mouthful of your cock and he'll give you a mouthful of his."

"No, no, no" Barrow said. "You didn't tell me that. That's not fair! I don't want to get in that box and have to suck the old man's dick. I can't do it! I'll cast my vote! I vote for fucking Preacher Smith! Truth is none of this shit would've happened if he hadn't started all this cutting of boys. It was totally his idea. We were all in on burning the school but the whole deal about killing Kurt was to make sure that boy didn't go blabbing about how the preacher and his own dad had cut his dick. And now Mr. Print and I have paid the price and nobody's laid a hand on that fucking preacher or his brother. Their dicks are still intact and it just ain't fair! If I could, I'd put him and his fucking brother in that fucking box and bury that son of a bitch in the deepest part of the fucking woods."

"I hear what you're saying, Barrow" William said as he and Randy took Preacher Smith off the wall and walked the struggling preacher over to the table in the center of the room where a naked Mr. Sligh was still begging his son-in-law not to nail him in the wooden box.

"Shut up and open your fucking mouth or I'll zap you till you pass out" William said. "Open up and take a mouthful of preacher cock! And, preacher, you open up and get a mouthful of that uncut asshole cock."

That made everyone laugh except the preacher and Mr. Sligh.

"Won't they both just spit out the cocks once the top of the box is nailed shut?" Sonny asked.

"You're right, you beautiful, smart boy" William said. "Barrow, go get a roll of duct tape out of the back room and make it fast."

Barrow did as instructed and was back with the duct tape in no time. William cut off two long pieces of the thick, silver tape and began to wrap it around his struggling father-in-laws mouth with the preacher's cock all the way in his throat.

"We won't be able to breathe!" the preacher said. "Not with each other's cocks shoved in our throats."

"You can either breathe through your noses or you can end up like that fucking prophet" William said as he taped the preacher's head, his mouth stuffed with P.T.'s flaccid cock.

P.T. was attempting to scream but could manage only a muffled sound with the preacher's meat in his throat. William took the hammer and drove several nails into the wood, closing the box.

"Barrow, if you get any bright ideas about letting them out, you might want to think twice" William said. "If I find even one nail removed when we come back here, I will personally take your nuts and that little boy pecker of yours. You can take that shit to the fucking bank! Understand?"

"Yes, sir" Barrow said weakly.

The men left the building, leaving only one dim light on for the men. They put the lifeless body of the prophet into the back of the van and took off. As they got in the car, the sheriff asked young Sonny a question.

"Son, are you all right with everything that has happened so far today?" the sheriff asked. "I know it must have been shocking to see them men that treated you so badly."

"I'm even better than I'd have thought I would be, sheriff" the boy said. "I'm serious when I say I've moved past my anger at the preacher and his brother and Mr. Print. I know what that awful Mr. Sligh tried to do to Mr. William and his two wonderful sons and the weekend we all worked to get the ranch ready, I heard Mr. Dale Mason tell us all about how the prophet and his disciples had damaged and killed so many people. I think what you've done is just and good. You've taken some very dangerous men off the street. Those are men who would never have stopped hurting others. Sometimes seeing justice is painful, but it's necessary."

"You really have matured since the day we found a scared, frightened young boy in that big old garage" the sheriff said.

"Yes, he has" the doctor said. "And, knowing we're among friends I don't mind sharing with you that I absolutely love this boy. You've all seen today how smart he is and how mature he is. I don't mind telling you that we've had him seeing a therapist several times a week and it is my intention tomorrow to ask if it's appropriate for us to become lovers. I hope the therapist says yes because he's been wanting that for some time and I think I want it even worse than he does. If the therapist is okay with it, we plan to take a few days and go down to Gatlinburg."

"I think that's great news!" William said as all the others agreed. "I think we better call ahead to the Gatlinburg Fire department and tell them to be on standby. That mattress in your hotel room is bound to catch fire!"

They all enjoyed a good laugh as both Sonny's and Doc's turned a deep shade of red.

"Sonny, are you sure you want to go with me to check on those nasty women?" the doctor asked, his arm around the handsome young man.

"I really don't have any interest or curiosity about pussy but I know that when we open the clinic we'll be seeing men and women. I think I need to be there and I really want to stay with you if it's okay."

"It's great, son"" Doc said. "I'd be happy to never let you out of my sight. I just want you to know that these women aren't what they appear to be. That Mrs. Bedford has held herself out to be a good, Christian woman and a leader in this town, but she also put up the money to have young Kurt shot and killed. Randy's Aunt Flea tries to convince everyone that she's just a kind old gray-haired woman, but she did everything in her power to keep Randy from getting close with his son and they are both now remembering the way she tortured them both by beating their nuts when they were younger. They are sick and this prophetess may be worse than any of them. I just want you to be prepared."

"I'll be okay, doctor" Sonny said. "I promise."

They dropped the body of the prophet at the new, unopened clinic to await the autopsy in the cooler. They then stopped by the jail so that the doctor could get his vehicle and the warden gather his prisoners to take to Statesville.

"I thought I was going to have a vanload but it looks like I'll just have Thor and Mr. Print today" the warden said. "I know Mikayla's not going to be happy about the delay in going to the prison and getting evaluated for surgey."

"Fuck that bitch!" the sheriff said. "We can't let ourselves forget what Mikayla did to her own son."

"We shouldn't ever forget that" Sonny said. I think Kurt and I have both managed to come to terms and deal with the things that happened for us. I haven't been around any of the other boys who got cut at the church but I know Philip isn't dealing with things very well. I don't know for a fact, but I think he may have been meeting with the other boys at school. I'm not sure but it's just a feeling Kurt and I have had based on a few random comments he's made. He seems to hang out with some of the other boys when he's at school."

Once they got back to the courthouse, Arnold and Sarge had returned after seeing the house Sarge was considering renting from Arnold.

"How did it go?" William asked.

"The place was perfect!" Sarge said. "As a matter of fact, Arnold drew up a contract and I've already signed the lease. We're about to go looking for supplies to start some renovations that are necessary before I take possession. We have to renovate doors, especially on the rooms where Toby and any other boys will be staying."

"I believe I can help out with that" the warden said. "Again, I have funds for a facility if you are willing to become part of the state system. I've been a supporter of the halfway house system for rehabilitating young offenders for a long time. I believe I can help you in planning and I can provide funds to purchase necessary supplies for the renovation."

"That will be great!" Arnold said."I think it's essential to have steel-reinforced doors and windows so escape will not be an option. The property is currently unfenced so I think a privacy fence around the backyard is essential."

"I can take care of that" the warden said. "I'm really not in a hurry so I can run out and take a look with you guys if that would be helpful. I can't imagine Mr. Print is in a hurry to get to Statesville knowing he's going to get that white ass raped like he's never imagined."

They agreed so Arnold and the warden took off to see the halfway house property while Doc, Sonny, the sheriff and William took off to the women's center.

"I can't believe how much we've got done already and it ain't even quite lunchtime" the sheriff said.

Our day would already have been over if that Toby hadn't been such a mess" the doctor said. "But we're still good on time. Our boys won't be at the house for study group until a little past three so we're good. I do need to remember to pick up some condoms before study group. I think some of the boys are inadequately informed about how to use condoms and it could get them in trouble. If you recall, Jenny Dykes was trying to fuck those thirteen year-old Moore twins up at the motel and they had a rubber with them, but it turns out they didn't know how to use it. I think it's important for them to know and to have a condom on them at all times."

"I think you're right, Doc" William said. "I expect Billy Paul is about to start churning out some cream and I know that Dopie and Arney will be right there with him. I'm ready to be a dad again but not a grandpaw quite yet."

"I told Sarge about my plan to cover condom education and he volunteered to help out" the doctor chuckled. "He's having a great time with those young ones. He said he'd be glad to volunteer to let them put a condom on him or he'd volunteer to put condoms on the boys. He just loves those guys."

"They like him a lot too" Sonny said. "Who wouldn't love those boys? They're all so open about things with each other and willing to help other out too."

"Oh yeah?" William asked "Have they helped you out with anything?"

Sonny's face went beet red and William knew what it was about.

"I'm just teasing with you, Sonny" William said. "You don't have to tell us a thing."

"I don't mind" Sonny said. "It's just that I've never really had buddies or close friends so this is new to me. Except when he was drinking, my dad didn't want to discuss sex at all. Then when he got drunk with Preacher Roy, they'd both do and say things I couldn't have ever imagined them doing sober.I am really envious of the relationships you guys have with your sons and the relationships you have with each other."

"Sonny, there's nothing you can't tell us" the doctor said, putting his arm around the boy.

"I know, doc" Sonny said. "You know I've been wanting to have sex with you but you've thought it best not to do it yet. I really want it so badly. Dopie showed me the rubber butt stretchers he was using because his own dad was hesitant to fuck him because of the size of his dick. Dopie, Billy Paul, and Arnold shared those with me. I have one in right now and it keeps me hard most all the time."

"Why did you want to do that?" the doctor asked.

"Doc, you're a smarter man than that" William said. "This boy's been wanting you to fuck him pretty much since the day you guys met. It's been real obvious and I honestly thought you two were already doing it. I didn't know about the therapist, but II think it's a great idea."

`Sonny, son, I want you more than I even have words to tell you" the doctor said. "I just don't want to let myself do anything to set back your amazing recovery. I can't and I won't risk that. But the truth is that I want you in the same way. I want this to be a two way street. What I'm trying to say is that I want you to fuck me. You have no idea what a sexy kid you are and I don't believe I've ever wanted someone so badly in my life. I have no doubt the therapist will approve of our plan but I will not risk your well-being for a few moments of pleasure. I just can't."

"I understand, doc" Sonny said. "And I love you all the more for that."

They had arrived at Randy's former residence which they were now using as a women's detention center in addition to housing for Howard Vague and Eliza. The Alabama boys were still living there also, but were rarely home, given their long hours building new homes over at the Governor's Bend project, where they were also building a fine home for themselves.

Eliza greeted them at the door and the house smelled wonderful. Eliza was as warm as ever and hugged the men and Sonny, whom she had not met until this day.

"Lord God, where do you find all these handsome men, sheriff?" Eliza asked with a melodic laugh. "You seem like a magnet for good lookin' boys and men. Ever' time you bring a new one here, I think it can't get no better but then the next time you're here, it sho' does. I didn't think you could top that Clark Gable-lookin' colonel, but you done gone and done it again with this fine specimen."

Sonny blushed as the others enjoyed a laugh.

"Eliza, you are a Gayberry treasure" the sheriff said. "When I think about how that Bedfordf bitch worked your fingers to the bone, barely feedin' you and keepin' yyu locked in that basement ever'night, it makes my blood boil."

"Simmer down now, Sheriff Randy" Eliza said calmly. "Ever'things all right now. I get the run of this beautiful house and that ole Bedford bitch has to do as I say. Lawfy, you ought to see how them two matrons has them women steppin'! She don't pull no punches. I rarely evah seen Mrs. Bedford scared of nobody, not even the devil, but she ascairt of that matron. And I don't blame her. Both matrons are really nice women but they don't take no shit off of Tara Bedford or Flea Gaylor!"

That cracked everyone up. Eliza said she'd had Flea and Tara prepare a nice lunch for the men in case they came close to lunchtime and she was hopeful that Howard Vague would be joining them.

"Lawdy, that man just works all the time" Eliza said. "Day and night. He's the hardest workin' man I ever saw, short of the slaves, but he's got a real sweet temper with me. He don't brook no bullshit with them white women either, a lot like that matron. But he never raises his voice. He don't have to. Them womens knows he mean business. I ain't too sure about this new one. I ain't sure what to even call her. You told me her name was Miriam but she demandin' to be called the prophetess."

"Eliza, my dear, if you like you can call her a dog faced bitch" the sheriff said, which drew laughter. "I think Miriam is fine and if she doesn't like it, I guess she can just lump it. We're hopin' that handsome new deputy you liked so much has planted a baby in the bitch. Doc says he'll start testin' in about a week to know for sure."

"Lawd God almighty!" Eliza exclaimed. "We already got Mrs. Dykes gestatin' a baby and now we got another one on the way. I loves me some meal plannin' for them pregnant women. I make sure them babies get ever'thing they need."

"Don't forget that the warden will be bringing you another one tomorrow" William said. "It's my wife and she's got a baby son inside her that the Colonel gifted me. She's a bitch and I don't expect you to take even one minute's shit off of her. Tape her mouth shut and tie the bitch down if you need to. As long as she gets adequate nutrition for the baby, that's all I really care about. I know that sounds cold but the day she and her own father hatched a plan to kill my two sons and me, I was over her bullshit."

"We'll get that baby here nice and healthy for you, Mr. William" Eliza said, giving William a warm hug.

Howard Vague arrived, looking as fresh and dapper as ever, and greeted the group. He explained that he had been out to Arizona on a whirlwind trip after the governor had called him out to look over a couple of things related to the prophet's finances. Her told the group, as they sat down to lunch, that he had all the information on the men from Preacher Smith's church and was planning a sitdown with his people to go over everything later that day.

"The smells coming from that kitchen are exquisite" Howard Vague said. "I'm going to have to watch myself. I've gained a pound a half since I've been living here although I am fastidious about my daily exercise. The food that comes out of that kitchen is absolutely flawless."

"Oh please, Howard," the sheriff said. "You ain't never gained a pound in your life. I don't know how you manage to do it but ever' time I see you, you look like you just stepped out of the men's section of the Sears catalogue with them fancy bow ties and ever'thing."

"My mother never let me or my father leave our house without a jacket and a tie, even in elementary school" the man said. "I guess old habits are hard to break."

"Well, I think you always look completely perfect, Mr. Vague, and I'm sure there ain't a young lady in this town that ain't after you" Eliza said.

Howard blushed lightly at that remark but said nothing, giving Eliza a smile. The door to the kitchen opened and Tara Bedford came out bearing platters of roast beef, mashed potatoes, fresh field peas, sliced tomatoes, hot peppers, corn bread and biscuits. It was indeed a beautiful southern feast.

"I had them bitches up before sunrise bakin'" Eliza said. "I believe them two lazy trollops would lie abed till nine if somebody didn't stay on `em all the time. They need to do some sleepin' instead of the nasty things they do after lights out."

"Eliza, that's a lie and you know it" Tara Bedford spat. "You just enjoy telling lies about upstanding white women."

The sheriff immediately jumped up from his seat at the table and slapped the tall, thin white woman, knocking her into the wall behind her and knocking a picture from the wall, the glass shattering.

"You will fuckin' apologize to Eliza and you will fuckin' do it right this second!" the sheriff said, lifting the woman off the floor by her hair which had been in her usual beehive hairdo. "You never learn do you, bitch?"

"Randy, Randy, please watch your language" Aunt Flea said, almost as if out of habit.

That remark earned her a slap just like Mrs. Bedford had gotten except that Aunt Flea fell backwards over an ottoman and landed on the floor in the living room.

"You bitches just love to push me, don't you?" the sheriff said. "I'm sure you'd love to see me stroke out right here in my own dining room and have blood just start shooting out of my nose and mouth and ears and ever' other hole in my body. Well, I got news for the two of you. I'm fine and healthy and I'll be long after both of you are gone and we done thrown you worthless asses in the garbage out behind Folly's Service Station."

This evoked laughter from the group as both the white women patted their hair and tried to salvage some shred of dignity. That was difficult in part because of the ridiculous outfits Eliza had them in. They were wearing identical orange jumpsuits that the sheriff had earlier cut the legs and arms out of to force the women to wear to church. Eliza had added black fishnet hose and ridiculously high heels in which the woman had trouble walking. The jumpsuits were cut right up to the crotch and Aunt Flea's plentiful gray pubes were spilling out of the leg holes.

"Aunt Flea, looks like you need to take a razor to that nasty pussy of yours" the sheriff chuckled. "Or maybe let Miss Tara do the shavin' I'm sure you would both enjoy that. You look pretty disgustin'. I hope this young boy don't get nauseated examinin' the two of you old nasty cunts."

Again the men were all laughing.

"What do you mean examining us?" Tara Bedford asked haughtily. "None of will be putting a hand on my body."

"Wrong!" the sheriff said loudly, again to laughter. "That's why the doctor is with us. He and his new, young assistant will be conducting brief physicals on both of you. It was suggested by Warden Biden since this facility is now receiving state funding per the warden at Statesville. I am now leasing the property to the state since the cells have been added."

"It turned out to be a very equitable arrangement" Mr. Vague said. "Arnold and I drew up the papers. It's rather complicated but the bottom line is that the sheriff retains ownership while leasing the property in the downstairs portion of the house to the state for use by the penal system. The matrons and Eliza will receive what I think are very generous salaries to run the place while the sheriff will continue to build equity in his home. "

"I'm sure that lyin' goddamned sheriff is building equity in his home after he took my home and the business my husband and I built" Mr. Bedford yelled. "After he ran me out of the home my beloved husband and I built for our three sons and in which we spent so many happy years. That lying sheriff motherfucker flimflammed me and my precious sons out of not just our home and our business but every penny of cash and he now has me illegally imprisoned here in the basement of his own shithole house. How can this happen in America, the home of the brave and the land of the free? How can this happen."

Mr. Bedford was now on her knees, her hands clasped in prayer and her body wracked with sobs as the men just stared at her.

"Simmer down, bitch" the sheriff chuckled. "You know ain't a word that comes out of your mouth the truth. Your three sons is so traumatized by what you don't to em, they flat refused to even consider comin' back to this city or even this state. They insisted they never wanted to see the home where they wuz raised and wanted nothing to do with the business their father built. Your oldest son is convinced that you drowned your husband in that big fine swimmin' pool after you found out he was getting' some strange pussy. He thinks your youngest one saw ever' bit of it and has never had another normal day in his life. I'm lookin' for evidence that your dead husband stole them three babies and you never birthed a single one of em. That evidence will eventually turn up just like it always does and when it's found, you may be facin' a visit to the electric fuckin' chair. "Them's the facts and if anybody has any questions, I'll be glad to try to answer `em."

"You're a motherfuckin' lying liar!" Mrs. Bedford screamed as Eliza escorted her back to the kitchen.

"Gentlemen, I have some fresh out of the oven apple pie for all of you" Aunt Flea said in her usual singsong voice as if the incident they had all witnessed had never happened. Flea disappeared into the kitchen to bring the pie.

"Wow!" young Sonny said, his eyes wide. "This is a lot like that show the young boys like to watch. What is the name of it Doc?"

"I believe it's called `The Twilight Zone' and you're fucking right about that, kiddo!" the doctor said with a laugh.