Search, Part 1
submitted August 19, 2005
Categories: Arm Pits, Exhibitionism, Family Fun, Fetish
My mother was always a bit over dramatic. From as early as I could remember she over preached the bible and over judged all those around her. She was always on my ass to be the perfect child. By the time I was in high school I sort of had it. I was tired of her preaching and I was definitely tired of her telling me that every wrong thing that a man would do would surely bring him a step closer to the devil's door. Now the biggest problem with that was that there seemed to be a lot of sins but not enough forgiveness.
The poor woman never did read the part of the bible that preached tolerance and forgiveness. And while mother tried her best to make me a good Midwestern bible thumping Christian she actually completely turned me off to it. Then there was the few times I asked about my father and that would throw her into a preaching rage. She would tell me to try to forget that I might even have a father because he is a true man of evil. His mind is ruled by the drink and his hands are ruled by the devil. As far as she was concerned he could have been the son of Satan himself. I never learned more of the man than that. He was a faint memory from my childhood that my mother tried her hardest to erase.
My name is Scott Evans. I am the son of Sarah Evans and another person unknown. I tried to ease the negativity at home by throwing myself into all the school activities I could. I played baseball, I wrestled and I was the school student body president. I also worked out whenever I had idle time. The more I had to do at school the less I had to deal with "Ms. Moral Roberts" herself. I had earned enough credits to actually graduate by Christmas of my senior year; upon my graduation I received the letter that would change my life forever.
The letter arrived by certified mail. It was from one of those money management firms. Thankfully my mother was at work when it arrived otherwise I question if she would have tried to intercept it or not. I opened it and it read as follows:
Dear Mr. Scott Evans,
Congratulations on your recent graduation from High School. We instructed your High School to inform us with a copy of your diploma as soon as you earned it. The reason for this is as follows.
Your maternal Grandmother on your father's side, Rose Gentry, set up a fund for you when you were born. Mrs. Gentry passed away three years ago but left instructions with us that you would receive the entire fund when you graduated from High School to give you the opportunity to decide what you would like to do with the rest of your life. The only stipulation of the fund is that you are not to share any of it with your mother, Sarah Evans. Mrs. Evans does not know that the fund exists and Mrs. Gentry never intended for her to know.
Please come to our office, 7706 Main, and we will go over the details with you and help you make arrangements to transfer the funds.
Sincerely, Mr. Max Shaw Hill & Hill Associates
It was 2:30 on a Thursday afternoon. I decided to not waste anytime and catch the bus downtown. I wasn't allowed to own a car yet as my mother thought that it would lead me to sin. I put on my Sunday best and headed out. I caught the 2:55 to downtown and was in front of the offices of Hill and Hill by 3:30. I went into the front doors and was greeted by the receptionist, "May I help you?"
"I am here to see Mr. Max Shaw." I responded.
"I see, would you have an appointment with Mr. Shaw young man?" she inquired quite suspiciously.
"No, I didn't realize I would need one, I received this letter from him today and thought I should come down as soon as possible." I said as I handed her the letter. She read for a moment and got up quickly. "Please sit down Mr. Evans. Mr. Shaw will want to see you immediately." Her attitude certainly changed quickly.
I waited only a few minutes before the receptionist was followed by a tall, dark good looking man. I was taken by his square jaw and his dark eyes. His body was filled out with strength under his dark blue suit.
"Scott, I’m Max Shaw, I have been looking forward to meeting you" He introduced himself as he extended his hand. My hand met his and his firm handshake sent shivers up my spine. I was immediately, for some reason, stirred by this man. I never had an attraction to a man before this but I could not help myself.
"If you follow me Scott we can talk in my office," I followed him.