18 Weeks of Twoey - 71. Week Eleven Monday, November 10, 2014: Holy Boneranigans

Familiarity breeds contempt--and children.

- Mark Twain

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Tommy

Well, breakfast sure as hell ain't fun no more! I could always count on David to stir up a little shit and get the day off in a jokey mood for me, but this new kid just sits there with mother going over sins and punishments, and always talks about fucking adultery. Now if it were David, I could ask him, when we were alone, why that stupid sin was so important. But I won't even talk to this kid. I don't talk to strangers. And this kid is strange.

After he left for school, I wandered into his room because I had seen these creepy dolls the last time I talked to my brother. This is weird. There are three sets of creepy dolls. One set has pins in them, like Voodoo dolls would. Another set are hanged from the overhead light with actual hangman nooses, and the third set are fucking! ACTUALLY FUCKING! His big wall is covered with poster board and gross pictures and everything is about sin and damnation.

I wonder if they switched my brother with some kind of religious demon when he was downstairs in the Teen Service. Maybe I really don't want to go down there next year! Anyway, if he’s still like this in a couple days, I’m gonna have a talk with Gary. If anyone knows what’s going on it has gotta be his best friend.

Sam

David was totally silent walking to school today. His mind was obviously working away on something. You could almost see the smoke. The strange thing is Gary was unusually quiet and kept glancing at him. Gary didn't look his usual happy self. He looked upset. He looked pissed. He looked concerned.

I was going to try and chat with him at lunch to sorta break down whatever walls he had up, but he didn't sit with us. I had to talk to that egotistical fuckhead Erik until I couldn’t take it anymore. Why does he even sit at our table? Isn’t there a jock table around where he can brag about his stupidity? When I’d had enough, I left our table to roam around the lunchroom and discovered David wasn't even in there anywhere. Now I’m getting a little concerned.

Chuck

I didn't see David at his locker this morning. I figured he ditched again, but he DID show up in math. He usually checks out Kathy and Terri before talking to me but today he walked in right at the bell and flew to his seat without even looking at me! Then he got into all kinds of confrontations with Mr. Elcher about math, of all things. Every time the poor teacher would try to introduce some concept in probability he would jump in with questions about math theory. Mr. Elcher must have told him a hundred times we haven't covered those topics yet. He even told David some of those things weren't even going to be covered this year.

Then as soon as the bell rang, he bolted out the door. By the time I got to the hall to walk with him to lunch, he was gone. When I got to lunch, he wasn't there at all. Thank God Matty was though.

Matty and I had a nice conversation. Erik looked lost and started talking to Sam. Somehow Erik and Sam aren’t comfortable around each other hehe. Anyway back to my conversation with Matty. We did a lot of talking in code.

“So Chuck, did you like the study help you got Saturday?”

“Yeah. I never knew some of that stuff. Your hands-on demonstrations were a great help.”

“Well you know, if it’s still hard for you, we can make out another session.”

“Oh I’m sure I’ll need a lot more tutoring. Let me check with my mother. Which day works best?”

“Anytime you come is great for me. I can move my stuff around.”

“You certainly can.” At this point I couldn’t keep a straight face anymore and started giggling. Then Matty started laughing too. The other guys looked at us like we were nuts.

Sobering up I continued. “Remember I told you about all the photography I do?”

“Yeah. It sounds neat.”

“Well, if I come, do you suppose you would let me take a few shots of you?”

“If you come, why do you need your shots on me? Although it sounds like fun.”

“No silly, I mean take some pictures of you.”

“Me?”

“Oh yeah, Matty! With your body, you could be a model!”

“Wait a minute. What kind of pictures are you talking about?”

“Head shots.”

“What? You want pictures of my head?” He started giggling again.

“Stop it ..hehe. You know head and shoulder stuff.”

“Oh, OK. Sure.”

I gave him a sly smile. “Um ...maybe one with your shirt off?”

He smiled back. “Chuck, you’re starting to worry me. I think I’ve unleashed a monster!”

I whispered. “I’m not that big.”

Alex

OMG! David was brilliant in class today. He made tremendous arguments about the pre-Declaration Colonies, and I can't believe how he could have all those resources at his fingertips. He must have spent every minute all weekend in research!

I know I was sorta crushing on him when he first came into the class last week. And then he was so funny and just perfect when Randy and I ran into him at Kory's Friday.

I think I've moved beyond crushing and into stalking because I convinced Randy to go to Kory's with me again after school, but David didn't show. Don't tell anybody, but I think Randy might be crushing on him too. I've known him all my life and I'm pretty sure he’s gay. I don’t know why he never told me. I mean, he knows my older brother is gay. He has to know it doesn’t bother me, but he keeps this little non-secret. He’s so funny.

Anyway, I've watched him looking at David, and there's a little bit of drool in his eyes, if you know what I mean. Then every time I was in conversation with David, he tried to take it over, like we were in competition. He’s so cute. We’ve know each other since we were 5. There’s nothing he can hide from me. You’d think the fool would realize it by now.

Biggy

No David in the weight room today. In fact, I didn’t notice him at his lunch table either. He's sure been agitated lately. I wonder where he is, or if he's even in school today. Jack said he’d ask around. I think I will too.

Erik

Shit! I have fucking welts on my arms where David spiked the ball into me. I've never seen anyone so violent on the volleyball court. Talk about taking your aggressions out in sports! Then he just vanished after gym. He wasn’t at lunch and I wanted to consult with him about the schedule for Twoey. So I figured that's where he went.

I called Twoey and found out he doesn't even GO there anymore. Poor Twoey sounded really hurt. What the fuck is going on with that guy?

David2

This morning I woke up sweating from a nightmare. It was about Tommy. I discovered he was the love child of Enos and that woman, the result of some fucking they did 14 years ago. I’ll need to scrub it from my brain before I begin looking at poor Tommy for any resemblance to Enos. But it added extra hatred for the whore to my already overflowing bucket! I made sure to blast her good at breakfast. But the dream did give me an idea to make an adjustment in the Goliath Project.

When I got home from school, I took out David's old bike and inflated the tires. He hasn't used it in a while. Not cool enough, I guess. Pretty soon he'll be 16 and getting his license, so it seems he's relegated this to his past. But it’s perfect for my use. I can follow a car unnoticed.

I got to thinking. Guys like Enos Johnson are predators. I'm going to follow him around every night to see what patterns I can discover. You have to learn the habits of your enemy. I think some of Putin is rubbing off on me.

I positioned myself by a tree across the street from his house. I guessed the Ford SUV must be his car. An SUV ...it figures. I anticipated being there for a while, so I intended to read some social essays that have been assigned. I could do it for another hour or so, while it was still light. I didn't expect to see any action there until later tonight. But I was surprised. Five minutes after I arrived, he came out and headed for the Ford, so I quickly stashed the reading into my backpack and got ready.

A nice thing about our town is the streets are all sorta not very long. Cars have to go rather slowly and I can bike at least as fast. I stayed on the sidewalks as much as possible so he wouldn't see me in his mirror. After about five blocks including three turns, he pulled up in front of a nice older ranch house on East Ave. He got out and looked around before walking up the driveway to the side door. It was the look around that got my attention. If he was visiting a sick church member or something, he wouldn't have done it. No, his was a sneaky look. He's doing something in there he's afraid others might notice. That very thought got me salivating!

I dropped my bike and walked across the street. Then I walked up the driveway and around behind the house, trying to be all casual in case a neighbor saw me. The back yard was pretty isolated from the neighborhood so I became more stealthy. There were four windows back there. I slowly peeked in the first window by the drive, being careful in case someone was inside the room, which turned out to be the kitchen and was empty. I moved to under the next window and slowly raised my head to peek in. It was like an old office ...also empty. The next had frosted glass so I figured it was a bathroom. There was no light on, so it had to be empty too. I approached the last window very carefully. It had to be a bedroom, because the front of the house would probably be the living room and dining room. I could tell there was a light on in this room, as it was finally starting to get toward dusk and the day was overcast too.

I slowly raised up at the corner nearest me ...just enough so only my right eye was looking in. And behold! A vision did appear before me. I'd recognize that slimy, puny 5 1/2" cock anywhere. I'd looked at it enough on David's computer. He had his shirt on ...nothing else but socks. He was in a lip-lock with a naked lady whose legs were pressed against the side of her bed. I recognized the lady too. Mrs. Tomax. She and her husband go to the Church from Hell.

Well shit, I wasn't gonna watch old people fuck, so I wandered back across the street. I biked home thinking of Vovchka's prescient comment to me that if you are patient, you sometimes find answers you were not even looking for. I snuck into David's house and while nobody was in the kitchen, went to the junk drawer under the telephone. I knew there was a church directory in there. I grabbed it and went up to the bedroom and locked the door.

It didn't take long to verify Mr. & Mrs. Tomax did, in fact, live at 87 East Ave. So my right eye is apparently good. Then I noticed after her name and address, there was an abbreviation: Ch Wife.

Holy Shit.

I went to the back of the directory to find the list of Church Wives: Dennison, Grady, Megal, Ribbon, Tomax, Zimmerman. One for each day of the week, except Sunday. But of course, that's the day he fucks everybody.

Monday: Tomax and Wednesday: Megal. I wonder who belongs to Tuesday. I wrote down the four other addresses. I can probably tell by which way he leaves, where he's headed and then just make a beeline for there. I won't even need to follow him.

While I was writing down the addresses I noticed only Megal and Grady had kids. That's why he visited us between 10 and 11 in the morning, while the kids were in school. He's got to do the same with Mrs. Grady. I also noticed there is a Mr. Grady He’s probably too damn smart to go to that church.

Alright, it was time for another modification to my war plan.