Honoring My Father's Last Words

I took a deep breath and immediately went to work. My first order of business was to not wake up the harlot. I crept to my room and pulled out my suitcase. Now what to take with me... Clothes were obvious but I only packed a couple outfits. I knew I could always come back for the rest of them. Now for the essentials: my computer, blank CD's and DVD's, speakers and some wire, a strobe light, my digital recorder, and I even went into the attic to retrieve my father's old commode; all were in my arms before I snuck out the back door.

I must have looked like I belonged in a mental institution with all the oddities I was carrying. Pedestrians stared. Drivers honked. Even a homeless man looked at me funny and he had a shopping cart full of garbage. But as Luke 6:37 states, Judge not, and you will not be judged; condemn not, and you will not be condemned; forgive, and you will be forgiven.

So I didn't care. Let them judge me. They will be judged themselves by a higher power.

And I was resolute.

I unpacked everything I brought into Megan's basement and immediately went to work. I located where her bedroom was, drilled a hole and placed a speaker right behind her headboard by her pillow. I set up the commode and strobe light for when their uses were required. I burned CD's of some of her favorite songs and left them by her CD player. I worked on some DVD's of religious documentaries that we might show to our youth group even though I knew we wouldn't... or maybe we would; just not my versions. I even took something of Megan's, her webcam, and set it up near the commode. Lastly, I had to locate a couple old friends of mine, the twins, John and Lucas Silver.

*

It had been three years since I had seen the twins. They were a part of my school friends until our freshman year. We grew apart as we journeyed on our separate paths. My path was righteous. There's was drugs. And I gulped as I stared at the rusted, off its top hinge, window missing from the middle screen door of the seemingly rotted, termite infested, roof partly caved in, windows broken, on what was once known as a house. I felt I needed a hazmat suit just to knock on the door. Second, third, and fourth thoughts all invaded my mind but, alas, I had no other ideas on where to get what I needed.

I reached forward and through the missing window of the screen door. My hand flexed involuntarily before I rasped on the splintered wood, barely making a firm knock. I quickly pulled my hand back lest a piece of the door fall on it.

It took a couple moments, but I was certain I was heard and therefore grateful I didn't have to touch that door again, as I heard some rustling on the other side. Unless that was a rat. A six foot tall rat. As if I wasn't on edge enough, I now had to brace for the possibility Mickey might answer the door.

"Man, it's too early," the male voice behind the door groaned before I heard him rustling with the lock.

Early? It's two in the afternoon...

The door swung open to reveal John Silver with his brother barely breathing lying in an unnatural position on the couch. He wiped at his long black hair to remove it from his face but then had to use his arm as a shield against the sunlight. "What do you want?"

"Hello John," I tried to keep the nervousness out of my voice. "Remember me?"

"Uh... no," John scratched his head as if really trying to think about it.

"Oh... Well, I'm Sam Campbell and I was wondering... if... by chance... you might... um... know where I could locate... some... uh... L... S... D?"

Not that I condone what he did, but as for the how, LSD had a profound effect on Charles Manson's followers.

John looked at me stone serious, "You a cop?"

I looked at him like he had sprouted an elephant's trunk from his nose. "Uh, no."

He eyed me for just a moment longer before his face softened, "C'mon in."

John didn't open the door and I was afraid of the touching the screen as it looked as if the slightest touch would knock it over. "Um..."

John glanced back over his shoulder, "C'mon."

I glanced at my obstacle before stepping into the house... through the emptiness of where the glass should have been. "So you remember me?"

"No," John laughed as he started looking for something.

"Oh." I glanced around to notice the inside of the house was worse than the outside. "We went to school together... all through elementary. I went by Samuel back then. We even..."

"Shut up; I don't care." John then grabbed a brown paper bag that was buried under a pile of papers, a pizza box, beer bottles, and a Hello Kitty pez dispenser. He then went to the end of the couch and unburied what I originally thought was just a pile of garbage and dirty laundry, and then perhaps an end table, but it turned out to be a small fridge. He put something in the bag before tossing it at me, "Here, these are LSD sugar cubes."

Due to my incredible athletic ability, I snatched the bag out of the air... Or at least I attempted to. I swiped at it, grabbing only air while the bag hit me square in the chest and fell to the floor. John snickered at my futility.

It was an easy transaction after that. I gave him money. He collapsed on the love seat. I left. He passed out.

When I got back to Megan's place, soon to be our home, it was all about preparation for when my future wife arrived. I truly wanted her to be comfortable with my presence in the house so I made dinner.

And after that failed, I ordered Chinese food for delivery. I'm afraid I'm going to have to give her frying pan a funeral...

*

"Wow. What's that smell?"

I stood paralyzed as I was setting the table. I thought I had done enough fumigation but Megan's comment when she opened the door told me otherwise. I hung my head and let out a sigh. "Sorry," I said it to myself and was preparing to say it again.

"Why are you apologizing? It smells delicious."

I looked up to see Megan smiling and it caused me to let out a relieved chuckle. "Well, this is what happens when I try to cook. Apparently I am so inept we now get to feast on take out. And I'm apologizing because I had to throw out a frying pan."

"It's all right; I have a couple of them." Megan laughed again before sitting down. "Whether it be homemade or take out, thank you. It's nice to come home to dinner."

"No, thank you for letting me stay here." I grabbed two sodas from the fridge.

*

"By the way, I saw a fascinating documentary I thought we could show the youth group. Interested in checking it out?" While I was putting away dinner, I grabbed one of the sugar cubes laced with LSD. "How about dessert before the movie?"

"Sure to the documentary," Megan then asked as she put the plates in the sink. "But dessert?"

"Yeah, it's just a sugar cube. I figured we should end the meal with something sweet."

"Sounds good," Megan smiled.

And I was resolute.

Megan put it in her mouth and briefly cringed, "Wow, that's really sweet."

I smiled, "Ready for the movie?"

*

We went into the living room and Megan got comfortable on the couch. I went to her DVD player. I put in my special disk and joined her on the couch. Soon a spinning cross appeared on the main screen while an instrumental version of Amazing Grace played in the background.

It was a simple documentary about how Jesus communicates with us in our everyday lives... except I had laced it with subliminal messages. Subliminal messages that I recorded and then altered the sound of so that they would be picked up by the brain as if spoken from someone kind, yet imposing... Like how I envision God would sound.

At first, it was every five to six minutes starting at the five minute mark. The phrases then became more rapid; every four minutes, three minutes, two minutes, every minute, and then finally every thirty seconds the phrases were bombarding her psyche.

You desire Sam Campbell.

You are attracted to Sam Campbell.

You aspire to be Sam Campbell's wife.

Your goal is Sam Campbell's happiness.

You wish to please Sam Campbell.

You live for Sam Campbell.

Sam Campbell is your ideal husband.

You want Sam Campbell to covet you.

You love Sam Campbell.

You want to be sexy for Sam Campbell.

Okay, I admit I threw that last one in there because I am a teenager with raging hormones. But what is wrong with wanting your wife to want to be sexy for you?

The documentary came to its conclusion and I glanced at Megan. I could tell either the drug or the messages or both were having a profound effect on her. She was staring intently at me. Her eyes were dilated. Her mouth hung partially open. Her body was a statue.

I gave Megan a soft smile, "Did you like it?"

"Oh, uh," Megan wiped at her forehead. "I don't know. Um, I think I need some water."

"I'll get it."

I went into the kitchen and deliberately waited. I waited for the documentary to run through its credits and start over. I returned, handed Megan the glass of water, and sat down. She sipped the beverage before setting it down on the coffee table. She was already enthralled in the documentary again.

The night was long... brutally long. I knew LSD could cause a religious experience, especially since I was steering the night in that direction, but I had failed to check how long the drug would last. Nearly twelve hours!?!?!? I finally ended up lying her down around four thirty in the morning, and she still wasn't quite ready for bed herself. I, however, crashed on the couch and in less than a minute after that, was out cold.

*

An alarm sounded in the distance and I would have sworn I had just gone to bed. I struggled for my phone to note it was only six thirty in the morning. "Oh my goodness." I flopped back into the couch and started rubbing my eyes. I heard Megan drudgingly make it to the bathroom. I don't even think she took a step as it sounded like she dragged her feet down the hallway.

I knew I wasn't going to school today. I was exhausted. I, however, still had to portray as if I was going to school so I reluctantly forced myself to get up and get dressed.

Megan emerged from the bathroom looking weary. She did her best to try to hide it with some makeup, but it was obvious she had a late night. She was wearing her typical conservative blouse and skirt, though the skirt was worn at her knees instead of her ankles and she had left the top two buttons of her blouse undone. She took my breath away.

Megan smiled at seeing my countenance and if it wasn't for the slight rouge on her cheeks, I would have sworn she blushed as well. "Ready for school?"

"Despite the late night, I believe I am," I returned her smile with one of my own as I pulled my backpack over my shoulder.

"Sorry about that," Megan shied away while her hand tucked a stray tendril of hair behind her ear. "I don't know what happened."

"Don't apologize," I chuckled and then more seriously, "I enjoyed it thoroughly."

Megan's head jerked upward. Her smile went ear to ear, "Yeah, me too. It was..." and her voice went to an almost whisper, "special." She then stepped toward me, bringing her lips to my cheek for the briefest of moments. "Have a good day at school."

"You have a good day at work." My hand went to her cheek and lightly brushed against it, "I'll see you tonight."

"I look forward to it."

I walked out the front door with a huge smile.

Twenty minutes later, I walked in the front door and did exactly what I saw John Silver do yesterday; I collapsed onto the couch and passed out.

*

I woke up late in the afternoon, feeling refreshed. I had just enough time cook. I ordered a pizza. I then took out my calculus book. I really didn't want to fall too far behind.

Megan arrived shortly thereafter. I noticed her blouse was buttoned all the way to her neck now. "Hello, Megan. How was work?"

"Oh, hi Sam," Megan glanced down at herself before turning around. She seemed to take a moment before she slipped off her shoes. Upon turning back around, the top two buttons of her blouse were unclasped and she wore a bright smile. "It was good. It dragged a little because I was really tired, but I made the best of it. How was your day?"

"Not bad."

At that moment, the doorbell rang. Megan was startled at the unexpected sound from the unexpected visitor. "Who could that possibly be?"

"I ordered pizza," I grabbed the money I had set on the coffee table and stood. "I doubt either of us is in any mental state to cook. It's been a long day."

"Yes it has," Megan chuckled as she opened the door.

Megan took the pizza as I paid the delivery driver. When I turned around, I saw Megan had grabbed two cans of cola, two plates, and had everything ready in the living room. As I sat, she put a slice of pizza on a plate and handed it to me.

*

"It's nice to have someone to come home to." Megan smiled but that quickly turned into a yawn.

We had eaten dinner slowly and as we were relaxing on the couch, I could now see the true effect last night had on her. "Tired?"

Megan yawned again, "That's an understatement."

"Yeah, you look tired." I then began to talk in a hushed, relaxed voice, "So very tired. Exhausted. Your eyelids are getting heavy. Just relax right now. You deserve to relax. Just let the tension release from your body. Deeper and deeper; the deeper you go, the better you are going to feel. You can only hear the sound of my voice. Just let go and relax."

I had chosen this golden opportunity to hypnotize Megan. As LSD was to plant the idea, hypnotism was meant to encourage the behavior I feel is necessary in a wife. If it can help someone quit smoking or lose weight, it can help in my endeavor as well. I also had my digital recorder at the ready.

And I was resolute.

I lifted her limp arm for verification and it fell back by her side. "I want you to remember this feeling and every time I snap my fingers, I want you to come back to this warm, relaxing place. Understand?"

"Yes."

"Megan, do you want to be a wife?"

A hushed "yes" escaped Megan's lips.

"I am going to help you, Megan. I'm going to help you get what you want. I'm going to tell you what it means to be a good wife." I kept my voice monotone as I continued, "Proverbs 31:10-12 - An excellent wife who can find? She is far more precious than jewels. The heart of her husband trusts in her, and he will have no lack of gain. She does him good, and not harm, all the days of her life and Proverbs 21:9 - It is better to live in a corner of the housetop than in a house shared with a quarrelsome wife."

"Megan, this means you must always think of Sam first and that you will never argue with him."

"1 Corinthians 11:8-9 - For man was not made from woman, but woman from man. Neither was man created for woman, but woman for man and Ephesians 5:22-6:9 - Wives, submit to your own husbands, as to the Lord. For the husband is the head of the wife even as Christ is the head of the church, his body, and is himself its Savior. Now as the church submits to Christ, so also wives should submit in everything to their husbands."

"Which means you were created for Sam and you should submit to him."

"1 Timothy 2:11-14 - Let a woman learn quietly with all submissiveness. I do not permit a woman to teach or to exercise authority over a man; rather, she is to remain quiet. For Adam was formed first, then Eve; and Adam was not deceived, but the woman was deceived and became a transgressor."

"This means it is a man's job to teach a woman; that it is my job to teach you. This is simple. The expectations are to not argue with Sam; to not lie or cheat or steal from Sam; to keep the house in good order and food prepared. Sam may help you, but it is your responsibility."

Now to cover all my bases. I'm not sure what I want in this department, I just know I am a male teenager. And I am resolute.

"Lastly Megan, we come to 1 Corinthians 7:2-5 - But because of the temptation to sexual immorality, each man should have his own wife and each woman her own husband. The husband should give to his wife her conjugal rights, and likewise the wife to her husband. For the wife does not have authority over her own body, but the husband does."

"This one is very simple. A husband wants his wife to always be ready for him. At home, you should wear lingerie to entice Sam... only lingerie. Outside, you're current wardrobe will suffice as you should only show off for Sam. You should be willing to please Sam sexually by whatever means necessary so he does not want to stray. It is your job to gratify Sam to your utmost. To be Sam's wife, you must be creative and willing."

There, that should do it.

"Now tell me what you learned, Megan."

I pressed record on the digital recorder.

"I am to think of Sam first. I am to never argue with Sam. I am to not lie or cheat or steal from Sam. I am to keep the house in good order and food prepared. Sam may help me, but it is my responsibility. I am also to only wear lingerie in the house but my current clothes are fine outside of the home. I am to always be creative and willing to please Sam sexually. I am to be Sam's wife."

I turned off the recorder. "You have learned well, Megan. Now I want you to remember this as a dream. You merely fell asleep on the couch. All that you learned, you will feel they were all your ideas. You will act on your lessons and view them as nothing more than showing Sam what you can offer as his wife."

I sat on the floor, the coffee table in front of me with my calculus book and notebook open. "I am going to count backwards from ten. With each number you are going to begin to waken, feeling better. Ten. Nine. You are beginning to waken. Eight. Seven. You are starting to feel good. Six. Five. Your senses are coming alive. Four. Three. A wave of joy is washing over you. Two. One. Wake up."

I heard Megan stirring behind me. I read the problem as if I was talking to myself, "f(x)=ln[(2x-5)/(cos^2 3x)]."

"Sam?"

I turned to see Megan rubbing her eyes. "Hey Megan, how was your nap?"

"It was good," Megan gave a slight chuckle. "How long was I out?"

"About an hour."

"Sorry about that."

"No worries," I smiled. "I had some homework to do anyway."

"Almost done?" Megan bit her lower lip.

I am not sure how to describe it, but Megan was looking at me in a way she had never done before. I wrote down 2x-5 and then closed my textbook. "I will be for you."

Megan smiled at me as if I was doing the sweetest of gestures. She patted the couch next to her. "Care to join me?"

"Of course." I pushed myself up and sat in the comfort of the couch.

Megan dove at me. Her arms wrapped around me, her head found my chest, and her tears soaked into my shirt. I was now worried I had somehow negatively affected her. I did the only thing I could think of and put my arms around her in a comforting manner. "Megan, what's wrong?"

"Nothing," Megan sniffled. She looked up at me and gave a slight smile, "I am just... I am just," her head moved closer with each stutter, "I am just... happy."

Megan's lips connected with mine. It felt absolutely electric.

Granted I have no basis of comparison as this was my first kiss, but still, it felt amazing. It felt like heaven.

I'm not quite sure how long it lasted, but after sometime, our perfection ended and our lips separated. Megan gave a small giggle before making a solitary noise, "Mmm."

I had to agree. "My sentiments exactly."

Our lips melted into each other. It was as memorable as a moment ago. Megan shifted slightly and her hand that was entrenched around my stomach began a light grazing. It went from my side to my chest, and then ventured down in random circular motions.

Our kiss raged on when Megan did something completely unexpected - she rubbed my erection... and not just in an 'oops, I brushed up against you,' no, it was a full on 'my palm is massaging up and down against your shaft.'