A/N: This story is being dedicated to William J. a sweet boy I once met. He's by now 21, and he's been on his own and homeless since he was 16.
A/N All mistakes are my own, as I have decided not to have a beta for this fandom any longer.
Also, this is my first MCD story, so be kind.
One last but important note, I am not, nor have I ever been a fireman, and although the towns and cities I've mentioned in this fic are real, the people in them are not.
As this IS an AU story, I mean no disrespect to the Amish, as I have weaved several key things in my story, that are directly related to the Old Order Amish practices, and to the religion they believe in. These things I have quoted word for word from the Amish website I found. If anyone wants the addy, just email me and I'll send it to you. It really is quite fascinating.
"He must of been late for a hot date to suck someone's cock." Quipped Lindsay nastily, as she flipped her cell phone shut.
Her hateful words brought Brian right out of the small stupor that Justin's unusual behaviour had put him in.
"Fuck you Linds." Brian snarled heatedly.
"No Brian, Fuck. YOU."Lindsay retorted hotly.
"YOU wish. But, no thanks, I just don't like the smell or the flavor of fish." Brian smirked.
"Ha, ha, and it was just as funny as the last several hundred times you've said it." Lindsay said as she rolled her brown eyes.
“So happy to add to the pleasure of your amusement. Maybe someday, you'll get the hint?" He rudely blurted.
"OH, Get over yourself Kinney." Lindsay snorted in an un-lady like tone.
"Ladies first, Peterson. And you and I both know you want to fuck me." Brian shot back.
"Fag." She spat. "I do not! I have Mel and she's plenty for me!"
"Dyke." He growled. "Sure ya do, but she's missing something."
"Asshole." She giggled. "What's that?"
"Bitch." He snickered. "My fat 9 inch prick."
They both smiled grimly.
It was the same song and dance issue they'd circled for years.
Lindsay knew without a doubt of Brian's love for her, and had he been a straight man, and she a straight woman, they'd be married by now with a house, a dog, and another Gus clone.
Brian knew without a doubt of Lindsay's love and utmost devotion for him, and, had she been a typical heterosexual WASP, and he a straight man, well, he really didn't want to think about it.
"Bri," Lindsay suddenly said sweetly.
'Ah oh,' thought Brian, as he saw her full lips form a pout.
"I have a teensy eensy little favor to ask of you." She wheedled.
"Riiight. You accuse me of molesting," He began.
Holding up both hands Lindsay said," Hey, I never said you molested Jason." as she quickly interrupted him, not wanting Brian to get his Irish up.
"Justin, the kid's name is Justin, Linds." Brian said quietly.
Raising her shoulders slightly, her hands then turned palms up in a half-assed apology as she slowly lowered them to say, "Sorry, ah, I never said you molested Justin.", Lindsay replied patiently. Resisting the urge to add air quotes with both of her index fingers.
Brian Kinney could be SO anal.
She really needed this favor from him, so if it meant crunching a little crow, she would.
"Sorry's bullshit Linds. I'd of thought by now you should know that. But, I'll accept your apology." He conceded.
"Thank you." She replied, knowing Brian well enough that when he felt wronged, he just never let go. It was one of the things that had made him so successful.
Brian Kinney was like a pitbull when it came to things that mattered to him, and things he believed in.
And, Lindsay could see the writing on the wall. Brian was obviously more interested in that blond street trash than he let on. But, no matter what, she had to work harder keep herself and her son first and foremost in Brian's mind, in Brian's life and in Brian's heart.
This fact became even more evident as sure enough he soon said, "But you acted like I did." He quietly reminded her.
"You said some very hurtful things to both Justin and to me. How could you even think I'd be wanting to molest some kid I've never met before? And Lindsay, you treated that poor boy worse than a beggar, and so much like filth on the bottom of your shoe! He had been so polite to us, and yet you insisted on acting as if he were trash, you all but accused him of being a rent boy and NOW you have the nerve to ask me for a favor?"
"Brian! I reeealy need this favor!" Lindsay demanded, as the gloves came off and now all little girl pretence is gone.
"Whatever it is, my answer is, no." Brian firmly said, as he lazily was leaning back against the bench, crossing his arms.
Lindsay took a deep breath and blurted, "BrianMelandIneedyoutowatchGusforuswhilewegoto
HersheyPennsylvaniabecauseDustycan'tshehastoworkand
Debbiecan'tshehastoworktoo. So,wehavenooneelsetowatchhimbutyou.
Please,pleasesayyouwill! Oh," she said as she took a breath and saw him frown and open his mouth.
Realizing that he'd been about to protest, she quickly added, a bit more slower, ,"And if you do, we'd want you to of course stay at the house with Gus, because all of his baby things are already in our home."
Not even daring to look Brian's way she forged on, determined, as usual to have her own way.
"Now, when you come over tonight, bring your Lawyer, and Mel and I will do as you've asked. We'll sign the necessary papers with you and we'll take out the policies too."
Brian didn't bat a lash as he shot back, "You'll let me keep my father's right's or there's no deal, got it? And, you will both let me see my son more often than once a week for an hour or two, got it?"
Lindsay wanted to go to Hershey, PA so badly she could almost smell the chocolate. At this point, she'd hop through whatever hoop Brian said. She felt like she'd just die, if she couldn't go!
Almost cheering as she jumped up and down she cried, "YES! YES! I GOT IT! I GOT IT"
Brian snickered as he dead panned, "Ya think? Okay then, I'll pick up Brent at 8 p.m."
"Make it 5, and you and your Lawyer may come for dinner. I'm fixing that yummy garlic chicken recipe you love."
"Fine." Brian said as he wiped at his mouth.
Shit, just hearing her mentioning that damn delicious mouth watering poultry dish had him drooling like his baby son!
And, as much it galled him to do so, Brian had to admit, Lindsay Peterson may be a WASPY bitchy dyke, but she sure as fuck could cook!
Aside from being a talented artist, and a beautiful woman and great cook, she was an excellent mother to his son as well. Brian realized, as he then got up and peeked in on his content baby boy.
Placing a kiss on the tip of his index finger, he then touched it to the infant's tiny button nose gently.
"Da will see you soon Sonny Boy, be good for your Mommy and mama now." Pecking Lindsay on the cheek, he said, "Later."
After watching them both fondly as she tossed a "Later, Bri," back at him over her shoulder and briskly walked away wheeling Gus out of site, Brian started walking back to his Jeep.
His mind was spinning with so many issues as he also wrestled with his feelings about 'The Plan' and just what all it would mean to everyone involved.
Thinking about his future, Gus's future, and Lindsay's and Cynthia's hell even Mel's made him even more determined to woo a certain young man.
It was a win-win situation for everyone involved.
Especially the pint-sized young blond artist, who from the moment their eyes met, he'd felt something.
Grimacing as he realized he sounded like a queer Hallmark card, he sighed.
If this all didn't work, if any of it blew up in his face, writing schmucky lines on a card would be the least of his worries, and most likely his future. Or, god forbid, it would even be worse?
And Brian shuddered at the thought of himself dressed in some dorky neon outfit and asking someone brightly, "Would you care for fries with that?"
For Brian held no doubts whatsofuckingever that Vance could and the bald English bastard wouldn't hesitate one moment to blackball him but good, if he failed to deliver those two important cash cow clients.
Brian couldn't help but look over the hill, at the edge of the clearing where Justin had run off to.
His mind now made up, Brian decided he'd take care of something first.
Soon, because of 'The Plan' Justin's life would be turned upside down and inside out, all for the best.
Pulling out his cell, he deftly punched in some numbers he knew from memory.
Climbing into his Jeep, he inserted his key, and putting the car into drive, he carefully pulled into the late-morning traffic.
After three sharp rings he heard, "Clayton Investigations," stated a businesslike clear female voice in crisp tones, "Susan Clayton speaking, how may I help you?"
"Suzie, let me speak with Jeff please." Brian drawled as he held the phone away from his ear.
Sure enough, the formally mature voice became as squealy as a little girl, as she gushed,
"BRIAN! Oh My GOD, it's SO good to hear from you! How are you? How's Mikey? How's Lindsay and Gus? How's work? How's..."
"Suz," Brian quickly but gently interrupted, "I really need Jeff, please hon. it's important."
"Sure Bri."
Moments later, he was easily chatting with his childhood friend.
"So," Jeff said as he wrapped up their conversation, "I'm to find this kid, give him your business card, with the time to meet you at the same place he just mysteriously showed up at this morning and that's it?"
"Yep. He's skittish J. and for what I have in mind, I'm gonna need to have his trust 100% and since my Lawyer is already going to be there," Brian said, letting his friend draw his own conclusions.
Then, like a bolt from the sky, Jeff had a weird feeling as he slowly asked, "Brian,"
"Hmm?" came the lazy reply.
"This boy, he wouldn't happen, by any chance, to be a very amazing artist, would he?"
"One in the same, why?" Brian said, as he was pulling along side of Torso, a store run by his friend, Emmett Honeycutt.
He normally wouldn't be caught there, dead or alive, but, for what he had planned, he'd need the flaming man's help.
Putting the Jeep into park, as turned off the ignition and pocked his keys, locking his door he stepped out. At Jeff's next words, he almost fell flat on his face.
Looking at his watch, Brian saw he had time.
Walking inside Torso, Brian tried not to wince as he heard Emmett's loud squeal, and then felt the tall thin man's surprisingly strong hug.
Telling himself, 'I need his help,' over and over until he felt he could ask for it without running out of the door, Brian pulled away from the tight grip.
Holding Emmett at arms length, Brian seriously said, "Emmett, this is very important and I really, really need your help."
Arching a fine light brown brow, Emmett was soon over come with curiosity.
After he found out what it was that Brian wanted his help for, he then squealed again, louder this time and he was soon in his element, clapping his hands and bouncing on his toes, as he happily led his tall friend to the department area he was inquiring about.
Soon, both men were immersed in fabric, and Brian was thinking about the next phase of The Plan, as he politely begged off Emmett's lunch invite.
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~Past tense, At the Inn-Kline Bed and Breakfast, in Paradise, Pennsylvania ~
5 year old Justin Aaron Kline woke up from a bad dream. But, when he smelled the smoke, he realized it was real.
"Mommy, Daddy?" He cried as he choked and coughed, feeling very scared.
His mind went back to the day that Fireman Bob from The Landcaster County Fire Department, had come to his Kindergarten class in Paradise just three weeks ago before the Winter vacations started.
As a part of the Lancaster County Reach out and Teach, and Learn Not To Burn programs, Fireman Bob was doing a follow up visit. He had wanted to see just how much the children had learned from their visit, and to ask them questions, and to find out if their visit needed any improvements in the program from a 'kids point of view' because of the many questions from a certain inquisitive little blond...
One week before his visit, he had given them all a tour at the fire station, when they had taken their class trip, and everyone got to see the big silver pole the fire men slid down before jumping into the fire truck and racing to go and fight the fire.
Fireman Bob had told them all about the many hazards that the Holidays bring. After the tour, Justin had asked the kind older man some more questions.
Questions that were very in-depth about what to do if a fire broke out.
Things most five year olds wouldn't think of, and Justin had to really try and not roll his eyes as the older man made the usual comments to him that all of the other adults in his life did.
But, considering what was now happening, Justin was thankful that he had.
Justin rolled out of bed and he crawled on his elbows to his bathroom, keeping his face close to the floor.
Fireman Bob had said, "In case of a fire, you stop, drop and roll if you're on fire, but, if you are not, and you're in a room with your door closed, and you know for a fact the fire is on the other side, drop to the floor and crawl with your elbows to keep your face close to the inch or so of oxygen that will be there. Breath it lightly through your nose, not your mouth. Take small breaths and try to relax."
Once there, he quickly wet a large towel, and placed it over his face.
Fireman Bob had said, "If you have a bathroom in your room, as safely and quickly as you can, wet a towel, and place it over your face. It will make it easier for you to breathe. So you can quickly get to safety."
Justin tried not to get sick as he crawled back out, and saw that the very edge of his bedroom door underneath was blood red.
Fireman Bob had told the class that, "If you see any shade of red under the bottom edge of your door, NO MATTER WHAT! DO NOT OPEN IT! Keeping the towel on your face at least covering your nose and mouth, pick up something heavy, and break open a window.
Be sure and turn your head away from the glass as you do. Swing whatever you can use that is heavy, swing it hard like a baseball bat, and do it with all of your might! Be sure and knock out as much of the glass as you can then around the window frame, covering it then with a blanket or some clothes so you don't cut yourself. Get out of your house as quickly and as safely as you can. As soon as you are outside, go straight to the meeting place you and your family have as your meeting spot. If you find that you are there and they are not, DO NOT PANIC and never, ever run back inside a burning home! You could get confused in the smoke and not be able to get out again. You could die, so the best thing you can do is just go for help."
Justin carefully got up and picked up his heavy oak chair and walking over to his large window, he turned his head and closed his eyes as he swung out hard with all he had.
The loud pop and crash of the shattered window and flying glass didn't take long, and soon, Justin was carefully knocking out the sharp edges with a large toy block. Then he dragged his thick blanket off of his bed and placed it over the bottom of the window ledge, letting the excess hang outside the window.
Balancing barefoot on the edge of the ledge, wearing only his red and blue Spiderman pyjamas he then jumped out onto the large tree branch just outside his window.
He felt his knees and elbows skin as he was shimmying down the large tree.
Hitting the ground running, he prayed to the Lord with all of his might, that his family was safe, and waiting for him.
As he rounded the corner, he could see no one, and his little heart dropped to his toes.
Looking wildly around him, he could see that their neighbours were not at home.
In the short distance, he could hear the familiar 'clip clop clip' of a horses hooves.
Running as fast as he could barefoot, the rocks and asphalt were cutting into the soft flesh of his small feet, yet he ran full out toward the on coming grey Amish buggy.
As it came into his view, he could almost see the familiar bright blond head.
Waving his small arms, he began shouting and jumping up and down.
"Mister Taylor! HELP! HELP! PLEASE! Mr. Taylor! STOP! It's, ME Justin!" Screamed the tiny boy as loudly as he could.
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Old Order Amish Elder Craig J. Taylor and nearby neighbour of the Kline's squinted hard to make out the small bouncing shape off in the distance.
Looking further to the left, his heart almost stopped as he saw the dancing devil flames engulf what was left of his younger sister's and brother-In Law's home and dream, the Inn-Kline Bed and Breakfast.
Tara had come up with the name and both she and Jennifer and several of the ladies of the home she used to belong to had supplied the large sprawling home with warm quilts for the guest's beds, and delicious foods, while Evan had secured the lands, working the livestock and the fields with money from a distant non Old Amish relative.
Craig himself had broken a few rules to help secure his baby sister's future, her young husband's and that of his young nephew, by selling them dirt cheap the beautiful handmade wooden furniture that he was most famous for making to help to furnish their popular and busy Inn.
He didn't care that he himself as a master woodcrafter was so popular in the secular set, also known as the 'Plain People'
Craig only cared that his God-given talent made it possible for him to provide for his family in a modest way.
Any excess went to help family and friends.
The full moon then shone brightly, as a large cloud had passed over it, now giving it's light to the sad sight that he now beheld with his tear-filled pale blue eyes.
As his little buggy drew nearer, he felt a deep relief at seeing his small nephew Justin, safe and sound.
Little Justin was as of yet un aware of the things that had caused his parents to be forced away from both of their families, and Craig and his wife Jennifer, had honoured the young couple's wishes for their little boy to remain so by referring to themselves as 'friends and neighbours' and not as the true blood relation that they were.
Jennifer was not only Tara's sister in law, she was Evan's older sister.
And, both older siblings had blamed themselves for what had happened.
So, regardless of the Old Order's Elder's 'shunning' rules, for both Craig and Jennifer, the results had been heartbreaking.
The then 17 year old Tara Taylor and the then 17 year old Evan Kline had been shunned, forced away by their religions laws. But, thanks to a kind distant relative on Evans side, he and Tara weren’t left destitute for long.
With the more than generous amount left to him in that relatives will, no longer at the mercy of his Old Order Amish religion, as they only allowed an Old Order Amish child to have up to an Eight Grade education and no more than that, Evan had gotten his GED and had went on to College at Penn State, majoring in Business, and in Agriculture Management.
He also had convinced Tara to get her GED, and to follow him to College as well to pursue her love of animals and art, by becoming a Veterinarian, and by taking a Business course so that side by side they could live their dream of owning their own business, a little Bed and Breakfast on a working sprawling farm.
The rest of the monies they had split by putting some in the bank in savings and then the rest had been sunk into the 1896 quaint Victorian Era farm and house they had found for sell.
Exactly four years to the day of their College Graduation, Evan had proposed and Tara had accepted.
The young couple then boarded a plane and had flew to Hawaii.
Late that night, Justin was conceived.
Despite knowing it was wrong, the young couple had thrown themselves a lavish wedding, with all of the bells and whistles their Old Order Amish life would not have approved of.
Instead of a blue or purple mid-calf length dress covered by a cape and an apron, with black high-topped shoes, Tara had worn a low cut white eyelet and gauze style dress down to her bare feet.
Instead of her waist length bright blonde hair being pinned up and covered by a black prayer covering, Evan had been pleased to see her lovely long blonde locks billowing softly around her slender shoulders and back, her pretty face framed by the beautiful colorful crown of woven flowers, as she held up the large bouquet of bright exotic flowers, and breathed in their heady scents.
Instead of a black suit with a coat and a vest fastened with hooks and eyes and a white shirt, high topped black shoes and a bow tie, Evan wore a shirt and drawstring pants made of the same soft flowing materials as his Brides, and he too was barefoot, as by the edge of the sparkling blue ocean, the color of Tara's amazing eyes, the young couple pledged their ever-lasting love and devotion before a small village of witnesses.
When the Reverend had announced the exchange of the Wedding vows, Instead of China or a clock, Evan had slid over her slender wedding finger, a beautiful two carat diamond platinum band. And, Tara had slipped onto his own, a breathtaking platinum band encrusted with tiny diamonds at the top.
Their kiss had been long and sweet.
Their reception short and sweet.
A white vanilla cake with coconut frosting, champagne for the adults present and icy punch for the children, tiny finger sandwiches with many different fillings, platters of sliced fruits and small crystal bowls of mixed nuts, after a friendly toast, it was done, and soon they ran giggling from the Hotel's reception area, being trailed by their guests who were tossing handfuls of colorful flower petals at them.
And, after the Wedding, instead of spending their honeymoon in the company of Tara's parents and cleaning up the Bride's childhood home after a typical Amish Wedding, The Kline newlyweds spent their first night all alone, sipping at long stemmed flutes filled with champagne nibbling on each other and large rich dark chocolate hand dipped strawberries and loving it.
Their Honeymoon wasn't spent in the company of the scores of Taylor's and Kline relatives gathering Wedding gifts, in a typical Amish style.
Nope, Tara and Evan had spent their seven day Honeymoon just being in love and enjoying the beautiful Hawaiian scenery, and each other.
It had only been five years ago after the birth of Justin, that the older couple had been able to reach out to their estranged younger siblings, and began to mend the old hurts.
The midwife that Tara had secured to help bring little Justin into the world had been called away last minute to attend to a family member, thus leaving Tara and Evan without.
Both young adults were stubborn though, still feeling the hurtful sting that their shunning had brought, and when Tara's water had broke, they had never felt so alone.
So helpless.
Luckily for them Jennifer, who was a licensed Midwife and a concerned big sister, had saved the day, and the baby, as young Justin had been born very quickly.
From that moment on, all 4 siblings had become stronger in their love for each other, and despite the religious lines that were drawn, they were also crossed.
Despite their own very strong feelings on the subject, Craig and Jennifer had blushed as they had read their younger siblings journals, and had even been surprised when both Tara and Evan had given the older couple copies of their journals and copies of their Wedding day photos and the lovely visions that were inside their photo album of Hawaii.
After Justin's birth, Tara and Evan had insisted that the childless couple become the boy's God parents, and had begged the older couple to keep these things safe for Justin, as well as had taken the financial steps to make Justin's life a bit easier, should anything ever happen to them.
Seeing the flames climbing higher, Craig just knew in his heart, that it would be too late by the time the Firemen arrived to save anyone.
Pulling his horse to a halt, the little grey buggy tipped slightly as Craig quickly jumped out and gathered his crying nephew up close.
The boy's bright blond locks smelled of smoke, and Craig could see he'd gotten a few scratches on him as well.
But, other than that, he was fine. Justin was safe, he was alive.
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~Still in the Past~
The younger couple had been smart, and had arranged everything for their demise, even down to the deed to their holdings of their wealth that now belonged to their orphan son.
They had stated in their will, that they wished to be buried near the old large chestnut tree on their own property where they had first met as very young children.
As well as what they would be buried in, and what would take place at their funerals. They wanted lots of flowers and lots of food, and music and singing, and dancing, for they both believed a life lived was meant to be celebrated.
Instead of a plain pine box and simple tombstones, Tara and Evan would have lavish caskets with ornate carvings and fine fabric linings, with a large double heart shaped grey marble tombstone with the words, "Tara Kathleen Taylor-Kline & Evan David Kline beloved children, siblings, and parents, may they rest in peace in the arms of the angels."
Which would of been fine, but for one sad fact.
The funeral director had regrettably announced to Craig and Jennifer the findings that no bodies had been found.
But that they would give them each an urn of the ashes they believed to be the unfortunate young couple.
As well as supply the same for the house guests that had had the misfortune to have been staying there at the time of the accident. There had been 12 in all.
An investigation had uncovered the culprit, a guest that had broken the rules by smoking in bed, had fallen asleep with a lit cigarette.
And finding this out had been a good thing too, as the person who had caused the fire in the first places' family was bringing on a devastating lawsuit against the Kline's estate.
After a year of court battles, the Kline estate had won, and Justin's future was once again safe.
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~Still in the Past~
Justin had made the transition from living a free secular child's life to that of an Old Order Amish child very badly, and he had proven time and time again to be more of a handful than even Evan had been.
Arguing about things children shouldn't concern themselves with, and acting more and more like Evan every day.
He had a love for animals just as his mother had, and he had showed an early talent for art as well.
No matter how many punishments the boy got, he still insisted on making drawings and carvings of people and things.
In fact, so slick was he that if a friend hadn't tipped Craig off that he'd seen Justin at a 'mud sale' and then afterward Craig had confronted the boy and Justin had tearfully shown Craig the large amount of money he'd had squirreled away, Craig would not of believed it.
Three years after Justin's arrival to the Craig Taylor family, another arrival came as well, and that had been little Molly.
It seemed the more she was fawned over, the more rebellious Justin became.
He loved school, and he was always left feeling hungry for more, and many was the time after looking all over for the boy, Craig would find him in the Lancaster library with his nose in a book, instead of behind the horse driven plough where he belonged!
By the time Justin was ten, Craig was about to pull out his long beard, the child had frustrated him so!
It had been a typical Farmers market day, and Molly and Jennifer had fixed them all a nice breakfast and then he and Justin had headed out to do chores.
While Molly and Jennifer had loaded the back of the bigger grey buggy with the crafts and quilts and jellies and jams for sale, while they were inside the house tidying up, Justin had snuck away from Craig and had placed a few items he'd made of his own into a corner of the back of buggy too.
Once they had arrived, he had hurriedly helped set up their table, and then had begged off, wishing to go and play, leaving Molly and Jennifer to do the selling.
After searching for the boy for over an hour in the busy market, Craig had finally found him in the company of his X childhood friend, Samuel Amos, or 'Shoo-boy' as he was NOT so fondly called.
Samuel was a shunned Old Order member who had a penchant for shoofly pie, hence his nickname.
He looked older than Craig because he had a desire to drink.
And Craig had been angry and embarrassed to find Justin in awe sitting at the older man's feet, as he watched him with his wide expressive blue eyes as the old drunk was whittling and jawing.
To make matters worse, Craig recognized the carvings and the finely sketched drawings of his nephew, noting that they were now framed and for sale, sitting on Shoo-boy's heavily laden table.
But, when a secular couple had asked Justin and Shoo-boy to pose for a picture, that was when Craig let his presence be known.
Knowing it was a sin as he was doing it, Craig had jerked Justin away from the shocked couple, causing them to drop their camera, their cries and a loudly protesting Shoo-boy fell on deaf ears.
Steering him past others, he finally came to a clearing, and had demanded some answers from the boy.
When none were forth coming, Craig had found a stump and had taken Justin over his knee and had spanked the little boy, leaving large red marks on his ample behind.
The bottom looked familiar to him, as his little brother had been built the same.
And, with no father at the time, Craig had been both a brother and a father figure to the rebellious young boy, until their mother had re-married.
Justin had screamed at Craig, and had made his feelings quite well known, throwing around some large secular swear words that had made Craig blush.
To his own horror, Craig had lost his temper, and had back handed the boy.
After packing the buggy and the family had soon returned home, Craig decided that the spanking Justin had been given seemed too easy, so he had upped the boy's punishments by making him muck out the barn alone, and he had given him this scripture to not only remember but to write 100 times, "Thou shalt not make unto thee any graven image, or likeness of anything that is in heaven above, or that is in the earth beneath, or that is in the water under the earth." Exodus 20:4
Next week, when he'd found the boy at it yet again, Craig had made the boy clean out the chicken coop, and write the same scripture, 500 times.
But, when after the third week, Craig had found him again doing the same, he had upped it to 1,000 times. This time the beating had been more severe, with 3 lashes in the barn from his horse whip.
Finally, Justin would shy away or run, if someone tried to take his picture. Craig had been happy and a lesson had been learned.
He also kept the boy away from the influences of Samuel the drunk.
As Craig watched Justin growing into a fine young man, on the day of the boy's 13th birthday, Craig Taylor's happy world came crashing down to the dirt, all because of his adopted nephew's perverted actions.
Finding Justin leaning back on a hay bale while obviously enjoying being orally serviced by David Amos, Shoo-boy's nephew, had been the last straw.
And David had almost bit off Justin's cock as Craig came shouting from around the corner where he had been secretly watching them.
With fury dancing in his eyes, Craig had ordered David off of his property, and threatened him never to return again.
His angry red-eyed gaze had then swung downward to his terrified adopted nephew who was busy trying to fix up his pants and pushing his still hard penis back inside his underwear.
With spittle flying from his lips and tears heavy in his voice Craig cried out, "1st. Corinthians 5:11, "But now I have written unto you not to keep company, if any man that is called a brother be a fornicator, or covetous, or an idolater, or a railer or a drunkard, or an extortioner, with such a one know not to eat."
His hot angry tears spilled over as Craig noticed the scattered nude and perverted drawings of what was no mistaking the face of David Amos.
Shouting now he said, "Now I beseech you, brethren, mark them which cause divisions and of fences contrary to the doctrine which ye have learned; and avoid them." And then, he lunged.