Chapter 2

Two Plonske teams were already headed for the apartment, and the police had been alerted. Missy had recovered enough to pull Jeanette aside. “I don’t want to put Randy in danger, but it would great if we could get enough to put those bitches in jail.”

“I’d love that,” Jeanette answered. “You know what I’ve been through. But we just can’t put him in danger. If they’ve gone to this much trouble, it’s because they want to punish him.”

“Look, Jeanette. As you know, Randy has some big psychological problems. I just think if he can be part of some real punishment for his family, it will go a long ways toward getting him better.”

“You’re probably right, but ... what are you suggesting?”

“I’ve got to talk to Julia,” Missy said. Julia’s assistant knew to put any of the kids through if they said it was urgent. After quickly telling what had happened and what her sketchy plan was, she asked “Could that DA help? The one that sent Brett and Bryan and Alec’s parents?”

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Julia asked.

“Damned right,” Missy almost shouted. “Only problem will be keeping from killing the bitches.”

“I agree that it could be the thing that frees Randy, but it is a risk,” Julia mused. “Tell you what. Leave it up to Jeanette. I trust her. She will always have Randy’s best interest at heart. I’ll get the DA to work with the PD.”

Randy could not understand why he felt so calm, so almost euphoric. Two men had just grabbed him and hauled him off toward a van. He had struggled, but quickly discovered that there was nothing he could do. Before he could start shouting, he looked back and saw Missy charging after him. He just caught a glimpse of the brief struggle and when Missy went down, he was taken over by a fury he had never even imagined. It was a cold fury. It did not make him call out or struggle. Rather, it gave him a feeling of detachment and determination.

He knew how the people at Lindsey’s protected the residents. He had heard the talk about the van and the fear for Madison’s safety. He was certain that Jeanette and the others knew exactly where the van was going. Besides, they had one of the abductors. They would make him talk, of that he was certain.

As seemingly shy as he was, Randy was extremely inquisitive and observant. During the last month, he had asked questions and looked up information about Transformations and about Gerald Magnuson. He knew about all of the legal struggles that had occurred with new residents, and that Lindsey’s had never lost. As the van drove off, he had the thrilling thought that his mother and sisters could end up in jail over this. If that could happen, it was worth any pain that they could inflict on him.

“Trust my bitch of a mother to hire three complete idiots to do her kidnapping,” he said with a laugh in his voice.

“Kindnapping? What the hell you talkin’ about, runt?”

“Didn’t you know? Two other parents who tried to get their kids back from Lindsey’s by force were charged. They pled out for counseling and community service to avoid trial.”

“That’s bullshit. You’re just a damned runaway,” the driver snarled.

“Well, I hope she paid you well. Lawyers aren’t cheap, you know. Gerald Magnuson has the best.”

“Magnuson. What the hell does he have to do with you?”

“Don’t you know? He and Lindsey Hall are the big supporters of Lindsey’s, where I live now. Magnuson supplies all the legal help. Think you can afford lawyers to fight his?”

“We’re just returning a runaway kid to his mother, that’s all,” the driver insisted.

“Hope that’s a comfort to you. The police won’t buy it.”

“Listen, kid. Just shut the fuck up.”

“Of course, your buddy back there would never tell anything, would he?”

“He won’t talk. He knows better.”

“Well, when my friends start ripping his dick off, he may change his mind. Didn’t you see the mob around him?”

“Hah! He can handle a bunch of brats!”

“Not when he can’t stand up because his balls are smashed.”

“Just shut the fuck up!” the two said almost in unison.

Randy’s unbelievable calm held as they arrived in the parking lot of an apartment complex, where his family was waiting in their car. His confidence was strengthened when he saw another female Plonske agent who had been around Lindsey’s often. She was strolling casually between cars nearby. When she saw him watching but no one else looking, she gave him a quick thumbs up without looking right at him.

At that point, Randy knew the situation was under control. He hoped that they were letting his family get in real trouble. That was what he read from the thumbs up signal.

It was for that reason that he was grinning widely when he was hauled from the van and his hands were tied behind him. “What’s so damned funny?” his older sister demanded.

“Just thinking about you three and these two assholes all in jail together,” Randy retorted.

“I thought there were three,” his mother said to the two abductors, handing them an envelope.

“Oh, my friends put one in the hospital,” Randy said gleefully. “If they get to you before the police do, that’s where they’ll put you, too.”

“Police? Why would the police be involved?” his mother demanded.

“Kidnapping. That’s why. They take that pretty seriously. Two other sets of parents ended up in deep shit for trying this.” He was almost euphoric at the concern he saw flash across her face. “I guess as long as the cops are involved, I might as well file the sexual abuse charges. I was willing to let the stuff go, but you’re the ones who had to ruin it.”

Having said that in his excitement, Randy realized that he should have kept quiet and let them get caught in the act. Since it was too late, he decided to pour it on. “Sexual abuse gets real prison time, and all three of you are guilty.”

“It’s your word against ours,” his mother said with a sneer.

“Yeah, but you know how the media jumps on any case like that. No matter what happens, you’ll at least have to leave town. I just wanted it all to go away, but now, I’ve decided I’m going to fuck the three of you over the way you did me.”

When the younger of Randy’s sisters fainted, the watching agents and cops decided that things should not go any farther, and they moved in.

It took nearly an hour for Randy to give his statement the usual several times. There was not much he could tell, but procedure was procedure. Before he was finished, Muriel arrived with a lawyer, and they insisted that he file sexual abuse charges against all three immediately. The charges had to be filed through the normal channels before the DA could take any action toward what they really wanted to do. That meant a trip to the precinct and more paperwork to fill out. The lawyer was able to speed things up somewhat, but it still dragged on.

As soon as his hands had been freed when the cops moved in, Randy had asked about Missy. He had seen the punch that sent her flying, and he was very worried. It took a while to get the facts, but Jeanette eventually told him that Missy had been sent to the emergency room as a precaution. Other than an ugly bruise, though, she would be all right. When he was finally done at the precinct, he demanded to be taken to the hospital where Missy was still being held in case of a concussion.

Muriel went to the hospital with him and warned him “You know Missy’s in love with Ted, don’t you?”

“Oh, sure. She’s just the good sister I never had. I love her like that. I understand. She’s the first person I have ever felt this close to.”

When they reached the hospital, Missy was sitting up restlessly in one of the curtained enclosures in the emergency area. Her face was starting to turn colors, and both Muriel and Randy gasped when they saw it. He gave her a big hug, being careful not to touch her face. They assured each other they were all right.

After a few minutes, Randy asked Muriel if she would watch for a minute to make sure no one else came in. Puzzled but willing to help, Muriel stepped outside the curtained area. Saying simply “Look,” Randy quickly dropped his jeans, jock, and shorts to show his flaccid penis.

“Oh, Randy! I’m so happy for you. When did it happen?”

Pulling up his pants quickly, he answered “I guess it was when I first started talking to the guys in the van. I just felt completely different than I ever have before. I saw how you fought for me. I just knew I would be rescued before long. Actually, I wanted to have my family caught in the act of doing something bad, but I couldn’t keep my mouth shut. It felt so good to see them get all upset. It’s wrong of me, but when Regan fainted, I felt like cheering.”

“She’s the younger of the two?”

“Uh, huh. Cherry’s the oldest. My mother’s name is Candace. Never, ever, ‘Candy’.”

“Can she go home?” they heard Muriel asking someone just outside, so Randy stuck his head out to indicate that secrecy was no longer needed. As the ER resident came in for a quick check before releasing Missy, Muriel pulled Randy aside and asked “Were you showing Missy what I hope you were?” At his nod, she wrapped him in a huge hug. “You’ve got to tell us all about what you said in the van and to your family.” All the way home, Missy let Randy put his arm around her in a cuddling manner. It was a wonderful reversal of their roles.

The telling turned into an impromptu party that seriously cramped the studying that night. Randy ended up replaying the conversations with his captors at least four times.

Besides the Lindsey’s kids, at least forty or fifty others had seen the encounter in the parking lot. Missy objected strongly when the girls ganged up on her in the morning and forbad her to mute her bruise with makeup. At school, she was an instant hero, even getting some applause as she walked from the van to the door, holding onto Randy’s arm on one side and Ted’s on the other.

Candace Jameson truthfully had no idea the risk she was taking hiring the men to bring Randy back. Despite her protests, she only wanted him back to punish him for leaving. He was the outlet for her hatred of men, and it infuriated her to think of him escaping.

When she was arrested for kidnapping, and when Randy then filed the sexual abuse charges, she was stunned. The girls, also named in both charges, were in a flat out panic. With a little urging from the DA, the booking process was made as harsh as possible. Again at the urging of the DA, things were dragged out until it was too late to prevent a night in jail.

The next morning, even without the benefit of a lawyer that she insisted they did not need, Candace had regained some of her combative nature. “You can’t prove sexual abuse. It’s his word against all of ours,” she told the ADA who had been assigned.

“Oh, we’ll get testimony. We’ll find all of the other women who witnessed what went on, maybe even participated. Some of them will have reasons to cooperate and they will testify against you. We’ve played this game many, many times. Besides, kidnapping is a serious enough charge.”

“We never actually had control of him,” Candace argued triumphantly.

“But you paid them money. Even conspiracy to kidnap gets you jail.” Some of that was posturing because abducting one’s own underaged child was a borderline crime.

The ADA spent quite a while building up the feeling of hopelessness and inevitability in the three. Both girls ended up in tears, badly shaking Candace’s composure.

When she thought the time was right, the ADA sprung the offer. “Working with the people at Lindsey’s, your son has magnanimously come up with a way for you to make the charges go away. Essentially, the three of you must agree to be slaves at Lindsey’s.

“For how long?”

“To be determined.”

“But I’ll lose my job!”

“If you go to prison, you will lose your job. If the sexual abuse charges become public, you will probably be fired,” was the answer.

It was all done so skillfully that the three had no choice but to agree.

The staff had met late into the night before in Julia’s office at the Tee. First, they brought Randy in, accompanied by Missy at his insistence.

“We want to offer your family an escape from all the charges if they do what Bryan has been doing,” Julia exclaimed.

“Oh, wow! I don’t know. I was really looking forward to seeing them in jail.”

“I can promise you, Randy, that they will experience a good deal of punishment,” Julia told him. “You have to know, though, that the ultimate objective will be to try to change them. That’s what we do here, and that has been the objective for all of the people who served naked ‘sentences’ here.”

“How ... how can you expect to change them?”

“Without much time to plan, here’s what I think we will do,” Julia explained. “Today is Thursday. The offer will be made by the ADA tomorrow morning. If they accept, which I am certain they will, they will be brought directly here. They will not be told about the nudity until they get here.

“They will not go to school or work for the following week. After that, they will be allowed out only for school and work and will still be naked whenever they are here. Their sentence will last for two months total. That is the amount of time it will take for some real physical changes to occur because of their workouts and the good diet.”

“Workouts? Oh. It sounds almost like what happens at the Tee,” Randy commented.

“It’s what we do here, Randy. We’re not jail. We only punish to effect change. Are you willing to see your family possibly changed because of their stay here?”

“It’s not what I dreamed or fantasized about, that’s for sure,” he said softly. Then straightening up, he said firmly “But I’ve already changed, myself. If I didn’t give them that chance, I’d be as bad as they are, wouldn’t I?”

“And you wouldn’t be the kind of person we all think you really are,” Julia said. “You will have to play a big role in changing them, too. We will ask you to do some things that you may not want to do, but will be important to the process. Are you willing?”

“You know, after what happened today, I think I can do most anything.”

When Randy had left, Julia cautioned the staff “This is different than any of the other ‘sentences’ we have put people through. I’m not saying that to be negative, just to be sure that everyone understands. The antipathy toward these women is so strong that the kids will have a very tough time being civil.”

“Staff, too,” Muriel added.

“Look, we’d better settle that issue right now,” Julia said. “Muriel, go and get them all up. We’ll be there in ten minutes. I want to talk to Trip Howard alone, first, then the whole group.”

Theodore (Trip) Howard and his twin Celeste (Essie) had fled their home the previous Christmas. Through the intervention of a friend who was already a resident, they were brought in. They had fit in extremely well with the group.

Trip and Essie were among the five residents who attended the high school farther away, where Randy had attended, and where his sister Regan was nearing the end of her junior year.

When Randy came to Lindsey’s and Trip heard his story, he had to talk with Julia. Trip, then a sophomore, was taking four junior classes, and was in three of them with Regan. He did not know her well, but was shocked to hear of her treatment of Randy and needed help with how to react to her.

“Trip, I think it would be best if you never acknowledge to Regan that Randy is now your brother. She doesn’t know you live at Lindsey’s, does she?”

“I don’t think so.”

“Good. We don’t know how that family situation will play out. It is best to be as discrete as possible. Most of all, do not show any anger toward her.”

That had happened shortly after Randy’s arrival. Now, the precautions would pay off, but Trip would be in a key role. Julia just told him what was planned. “If everything works out, Trip, Randy’s mother and sisters will be doing a Bryan here, starting tomorrow.”

“A Bryan? Oh, wow! You mean naked?”

“Absolutely.”

“But I’m in class with her. She’ll be ... she’ll be ... wow!”

“Don’t you think she deserves it?”

“No doubt. No doubt. It will be hard for me to even talk to her. I’d like to spank her bare ass, hard.”

“Hey, that’s not a bad idea, but hold the thought. I have something more difficult in mind for you.”

“Gee, thanks. No, seriously, I’ll do what I can.”

“I knew you would,” Julia stated. “When you greet her tomorrow night, tell her that you will be sure she gets all of her school materials and you will help her with her homework. That should be terribly humiliating to her. We want that. From early indications, Regan is the one most likely to be able to change.

“I will tell all of the kids, but do not in any way mention their bodies or their nakedness, and do not mention what they did to Randy. Now, let’s meet with the others.”

When the staff was there with the assembled kids, Julia explained the plan, then asked “Tell me honestly. Can you be civil to these women. I’m not asking you to befriend them. What we have to do is behave in a way that shames them. We have to behave much better than they know they would in a similar situation.”

“That should be easy,” someone quipped.

“No it won’t,” Missy admitted. “I’ll do it for Randy, though. He wants his family punished, but he would like to think maybe they can be made a little better for being here.”

“Next door is called ‘Transformations’, after all,” Randy interjected.

“The burden is going to be on you girls. Because they are all pretty much man-haters, they will expect bad treatment from the boys. Other than the necessary things, such as exchanging stories, we want you guys to pretty much ignore them. As hard as it will be, no gawking or staring. Don’t let them think that they are physically appealing to you, even though they are all quite attractive. The exception is Randy, but we’re still working on that. Can we make this work?” After a resounding affirmative, Julia said “I never doubted it, but we owed it to you to ask first.”

As the group broke up, Julia pulled Madison aside. “I’m worried that seeing those women pretty much enslaved will bring back bad memories to you.”

“No way! They’re getting off easy!” Madison insisted. “If you let me at them, I’ll show you slavery!”

“Are you kind of sweet on Randy?”

“It’s not that. I like Trevor. But Randy ... that first night, he...” Madison gave in to the tears. “How could anyone do those things to a guy like that?”

Back in Julia’s office, it was decided that it would not be good at all to have a naked Bryan around while the Jameson women served their time, at least not at first.

“We’ll take him home with us for the first week,” Norma offered, to Paul’s surprise. “If I can spend less time at the Tee, I’ll ride herd on him. Kay and Nancy can come to our place and to see him. Sophie can come, too, if she wants. Since that inspection business is done, things should be relatively calm.”

“That’s a wonderful offer, Norma. Just maybe the younger girls can have some effect on him. How about we get a tracking anklet to make sure he doesn’t try to get away?”

“Perfect,” said Norma. “We might as well take him right now.”

As had been done with Brett, Bryan, and the Sudoskis, nothing was said to the Jameson women about the nudity ahead of time. Once again, a police officer, the ADA, and Nancy Merker were in front of the Lindsey’s main entrance. Nancy had enjoyed her role as the stern ‘warden’ and she had extra incentive this time. She was genuinely fond of all the kids, and after the way they had all helped Chelsea, she had become very protective of them, even the newer ones.

“Nancy here is the one you have to satisfy that you are living up to the terms of the deal. You are essentially slaves to all of the people here at Lindsey’s. How long that lasts will be determined by your conduct, up to a maximum of two months. As I promised, we will arrange things so that you, Mrs. Jameson do not lose your job and that you, Regan, do not suffer from missing school. Your home will be looked after by Randy and some of the girls who live here. You will not be physically abused or harmed. Is that what we agreed upon?”

“Y ... yes,” Candace managed to get out. The girls were just silent and looked miserable.

“All right,” Nancy spoke for the first time, “let’s go inside. Since it’s rather chilly today, you can undress in the entryway.”

“Undress? What do you mean?” Some variation came from all three women.

“You will be naked your whole time here,” Nancy answered matter-of-factly.

The wailing and protests were the worst ever because there were three of them. Everyone waited it out, then Nancy, with her marvelous sense of timing, turned to the ADA and said “I guess they’re all yours. They probable should get a lawyer to help them with bail and such. Will they be arraigned yet today? Randy would probably like to be there.”

The three stood aghast at those words, and the ADA piled on. “All right. I’m afraid they missed today’s session with the judge, so they will have to stay in jail another night before they can make bail.” Turning to Candace, she said “You’d better be prepared. Right after the arraignment, the charges are posted for public access. The reporter who covers the court docket usually goes over new listings about noon. You can expect a reporter to call about the time you get home.”