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Glen Wiseman
By
Lazlo Zalezac
Copyright (C) Lazlo Zalezac, 2003

Chapter 15

Glen parked his truck in front of city hall to attend the proceedings 
in the court room inside. The two guys that had attacked him at the 
grocery store were here for their arraignment hearing. A month had 
passed since the attack and only now had the two guys recovered 
from their injuries sufficiently for the hearing to be held. He had 
cracked the skull of one of the men and caved in the sinus cavity of 
the other. They had been in very bad medical shape for a long 
time.

Throughout the two men's stay in the hospital, members of the Last 
True Church of Jesus Christ had held vigils outside the hospital. At 
times, it was hard to tell what they were praying to have happen. 
Sometimes it was the speedy recovery of the patients. At other 
times, it was the death and destruction of the sinners. Most of the 
time though, it was for the death of the demon that had injured 
those good Christian fellows in the hospital. The activity outside 
the hospital had everyone nervous, but there wasn't too much that 
anyone could do about it.

Glen exited his truck and removed the weapons that he carried. He 
had given up on anything too fancy and now carried two double 
shot derringers in his pockets. He would be arrested as soon as he 
entered the city hall if he carried them with him in there. However, 
that left him disarmed and faced with a large number of very 
hostile protesters. He stepped towards the city hall in which the 
court room was located. 

All of a sudden there was a loud cry. A very gaunt man stood up 
and pointed at Glen. Glen recognized him as the Reverend. He 
shouted, "Behold, there is the demon! He who interferes with the 
work of the Lord serves Satan and that man is such a servant. He 
must be cast out and sent to hell where he can live with his 
Master!"

Glen stopped and looked at the crowd of people. He looked from 
face to face memorizing their features. A common trait was the 
lack of smile lines around the eyes. The women looked old before 
their time. All of them looked as if the life had been beaten out of 
them. Too many children, too many beatings, and not enough love 
took its toll on the face and body. None of the women wore 
makeup and their hair was pulled back in simple braids. The 
clothes were drab colorless sacks that hung lifeless off their bodies, 
hiding all traces of femininity. The men were dressed in black 
pants, white shirts, and black suit coats. Their eyes were hateful, 
the mouths twisted into frowns, and their manner rigid.

Just looking at them gave Glen shivers down his spine. He had 
never seen such a collection of miserable people. If they were truly 
God's servants, then he didn't want anything to do with that kind of 
God. As he studied them, their anger increased. One woman 
wailed, "He killed my husband! He's a murderer!"

Glen looked at her and thought about what she said. Her husband 
had gone with four other men to beat a young woman. They would 
have killed her; of that he was sure. He guessed that the 
commandment not to kill applied only to him and not them. He 
turned towards the city hall and started walking. 

The Reverend Jonathan Corwin, the most disgusting figure of them 
all, shouted, "Hear my words, demon spawn. You shall pay for 
your sins. I, the Reverend Jonathan Corwin, have spoken."

Glen stopped and looked at the man. His eyes narrowed as he 
answered, "The Lord God Almighty and his son, Jesus Christ, 
know there is only one demon here and that his name is Reverend 
Jonathan Corwin!"

A number of the crowd started throwing stones at Glen. He walked 
quickly into the building, getting hit by only a few of them. The 
Sheriff looked at Glen and noticed the welts raised on the arm. He 
asked, "What happened to you?"

"Oh, the crowd outside started throwing stones at the vile demon 
spawn, namely yours truly." Glen answered. He looked through the 
glass at the crowd outside. They started coming into the city hall. 
Glen said, "You're probably going to have to give me an escort out 
of here. I'm unarmed."

The Sheriff smiled as the Deputy waved a metal detector over 
Glen's body. It rang on the coins in his pocket, his belt buckle, and 
his wallet. He opened his wallet and showed the credit card sized 
tool kit within it. The Deputy shrugged and passed Glen on into the 
court room.

Glen sat down along the bench that ran behind the prosecutors 
desk. The prosecutor turned to Glen and said, "It seems pretty open 
and shut. I'm thinking about requesting that no bail be set. I believe 
they are a flight risk."

Glen nodded and answered, "If they get out, they'll come after me 
with guns next time."

"Good argument, but it wouldn't fly in a court of law."

Glen smiled and said, "Oh, they just might admit it in front of the 
judge. They aren't the smartest turnips on the truck."

The Prosecutor smiled at the characterization. His dealings with 
the defendants had always degenerated into them calling him 
names. He shook his head as he looked across the room to his good 
friend sitting at the other table. They had accepted a court 
appointed attorney to defend them and his friend had gotten the 
job. Without discussing the details, his friend had let him know 
that he would have declined the assignment if there had been any 
way of doing it. 

There was a disturbance at the door as several members of the 
church entered the room. They took positions behind the desk 
where the defendants would be seated. They all turned towards 
Glen and started chanting, "Return to hell Demon Spawn."

Disgust was the only feeling that Glen had towards them. If they 
had even the least bit of human kindness, he would have pitied 
them. As it was, they were disgusting. He looked at the women and 
wondered if the relations between husband and wife were more 
like between rapist and victim than between members of a loving 
couple. He even wondered if they understood the concept of love. 

As more of the church members entered the courtroom, the 
chanting got louder. When Reverend Jonathan Corwin entered, the 
whole group stood up and waited for him to seat himself on the 
bench directly behind the defendants table. He glared at Glen and 
then said, "return to hell Demon Spawn."

The rest of his group returned to the chant, only now it was getting 
louder. The Deputy lead in the dependants. They were able to 
walk, but their faces were still heavily bandaged. Glen noted with 
satisfaction that they had handcuffs and ankle restraints. The crowd 
became even angrier as a result of looking at the pair. The chants 
starting changing tone. Now it was, "Death to the murderer."

Glen tapped the Prosecutor on the shoulder. When he turned, Glen 
asked, "Would the judge consider that a death threat?"

"Hard to say. They aren't saying they'll kill you."

Glen nodded and looked to the back of the room. His timing was 
perfect, Cliff and the twins entered the room  and moved over to 
him. All three of them sat so that Glen was between them and the 
religious zealots. The twins were terrified to be in the room with 
them and felt safer sandwiched between Glen and Cliff. 

The Bailiff announced, "All rise for the judge."

The Judge entered the room and looked over the crowd. He didn't 
like the looks of it. The Sheriff was standing by the front door and 
the deputy off to the side while the bailiff stood over by his door. 
All three of them had their guns in the holsters with the flaps 
unhooked as if expecting trouble. The judge went to his seat and 
paused a moment before he slowly sat down. 

Everyone else sat down and faced the judge. Everything 
progressed normally until it was time for the defendants to plead 
guilty or not guilty. As the lawyer was about to say something, the 
Reverend Jonathan Corwin stood up and shouted, "There is no 
guilt when a person does the work of the Lord."

The rest of his followers all solemnly answered, "Amen."

Rapping his gavel in an authoritative manner, the Judge said, "One 
more word from you and I'll find you in contempt of court."

The Reverend Jonathan Corwin answered, "You have to stop these 
proceedings. These men are the servants of the Lord. You have no 
right to judge their actions. You should be prosecuting that Demon 
Spawn over there. He has murdered a good Christian man in cold 
blood."

The Judge leaned forward and said, "You are in contempt."

The Reverend shouted, "I am a descendant of Judge Jonathan 
Corwin who sat in judgement on the witches in Salem. You 
disgrace the bench by having sold your soul to Satan."

The Judge told the Sheriff, "Get this man out of my court right 
now. Set his bail at $1000."

The Sheriff went over the Reverend and motioned for him to get 
out. The Reverend shouted, "Devils! They all serve Satan here!"

Rallying around the Reverend, his followers jumped up and started 
pushing the Sheriff away from him. The Judge banged his gavel in 
a futile attempt to restore order. Looking at the faces on the 
followers of the Reverend, the Bailiff was terrified that a riot was 
about to break out. Glen looked over at Cliff and nodded. Standing, 
the four of them moved over to the wall. In a well planned display 
of protecting the twins, Glen and Cliff placed themselves in front 
of them. 

Calmly, as though taking a stroll through the park, the Deputy 
walked over to the defendants chair and pulled his gun. Staring 
intently in the eyes of the Reverend, he pushed the barrel of the 
bun to the center of the Reverends forehead. In a low threatening 
voice, he said, "Tell your people to shut up and sit down."

The followers of the Reverend quickly sat down. Looking over at 
the Deputy in thanks, the Sheriff put the Reverend in handcuffs 
and led him out of the courtroom. Once order had been restored, he 
Judge looked around the room and noticed the position of Glen and 
Cliff. He rapped his gavel and said, "You four. What are you 
doing?"

Glen stated, "Your honor, we were just trying to stay out of the 
way. We respect the court."

"Will you please sit down now."

Giving the judge a short nod of his head, Glen answered, "Yes 
your honor."

Glen moved to his former seat and sat down. Sandra and Wanda 
both joined him with Cliff following behind. The Judge, not a 
stupid man, realized that the two men were moving as one to 
protect the twins. Having two girls himself, he was pleased to see 
the men take such good care of the women. He turned his attention 
back to the defense and asked the question again, "How do your 
clients plead?"

The lawyer looked nervously around and stated, "Not Guilty."

The Judge stated, "So noted."

The Prosecutor looked over at his friend in pity. The Judge turned 
to the Prosecutor and asked, "Does the state have any 
recommendations for bail?"

The Prosecutor stood and answered, "Yes, your honor. We wish 
that bail be denied. We believe that there is a significant risk of 
flight."

The Judge turned to the defender and asked, "Does the defense 
have any comments?"

The defense attorney, with a look on his face like he was 
swallowing a lemon, answered, "The two men a good Christians."

Giggling, Wanda whispered to Cliff, "God, it must have hurt him 
to say that."

The Judge waited for the public defender to say something else, 
but the poor man just stood there. The Judge stated, "Bail denied."

All of the followers of the Reverend reacted negatively to the 
announcement. They moved forward as though to help the two 
men get away. The Judge rapped his gavel and stated, "I find you 
in contempt of court. I'll set bail at $1000 each."

The entire group rushed the Deputy and Sheriff. Glen and Cliff 
quickly got the girls against the wall and stood between them and 
the members of the church. This time, they also included the 
Prosecutor who ended up standing behind the two men and in front 
of the twins. One of the members ran towards them screaming. The 
Judge observed the action. He noticed that Glen looked to him and 
waited until the Judge nodded. Cliff dropped down and went for 
the knees. Glen went for the head. Between the two of them, the 
Church member landed flat on the floor unconscious.

Immediately, Glen and Cliff moved back to their original 
positions. While they had been busy protecting the twins, the 
Sheriff and the Deputy had been quickly overrun and half of the 
congregation managed to escape. The other half were spread out 
on the floor with the Sheriff and the Deputy holding guns on them. 
The Bailiff was cuffing each of them, one at a time. One of the 
people on the floor tried to get up and run out. The Sheriff shot 
him in the leg, deciding that he wasn't going to waste time any 
more with these folks. 

When order had been restored, the Judge said, "Sheriff, I want all 
of these people arrested and charged with assault on the person of a 
law enforcement officer."

The Sheriff smiled and replied, "With pleasure your honor."

The judge further said, "The one that tried to escape shall be 
charged with attempted escape in addition to the assault charges."

The Deputy went over to the man on the floor and started 
rendering first aid. The Judge looked around and spotted the man 
on the floor. He pointed to the man and said, "Charge that man 
with five counts of assault."

The Sheriff hadn't even noted the man there on the ground. He 
went over to him and examined the man on the ground. Shaking 
his head when he looked up at the Judge, he said, "We'll have to 
take this one to the hospital."

The Judge rapped his gavel and said, "I would like to commend the 
two men over there for their quick thinking and calm actions in a 
most distressing circumstance. They moved to protect officers of 
the court as well as others in the room. When attacked, they first 
sought my permission to defend themselves, despite the fact that 
they were fully justified in taking any action that was reasonable."

The Bailiff returned to the room and said something to the Judge. 
Nodding  at the news, the Judge announced, "The State Police have 
been called to take possession of the prisoners."

As the Judge stood, the Bailiff looked like he was about to tell 
everyone to stand, but the Judge just waved his hand. Glen and the 
Metchettes stood as the Judge left the room. He noticed the gesture 
and smiled. 

The foursome left the court room and went directly to their trucks. 
They watched their surroundings, making sure that no one was 
trying to attack them or follow them. Both Glen and Cliff picked 
up their derringers. The girls got into separate trucks and took the 
shotguns down from the gun racks. Opening the glove 
compartments, both girls took out a box of 00 buckshot. The two 
men drove off with Cliff leading the way and Glen following. 

It was a tense drive, but they all arrived at cabin safe and sound. 
Walking into the cabin, they all sat down while taking a deep 
breath. They were quiet for a long time. Glen finally said, "Well, 
that went much better than I expected."

Wanda burst out laughing. If that was good, then she really had to 
update her dictionary. The noise brought CJ out of the bedroom 
looking like she had just woken up. Cliff jumped up and went to 
her. He hugged her and said, "I'm so glad to see you."

They went back into the bedroom, as Glen looked over at the 
twins. Smiling, he asked, "Who's up for a shower?"

Smiling at the thoughts of what would happen in the shower, they 
followed him to the bathroom slowly removing their clothes as 
they walked. The shirts were the first to go. Then they wiggled out 
of their jeans. Glen smiled as he watched them struggle to get out 
of their jeans. Tight jeans looked great, but it was hell trying to get 
out of them sexily. The bras came off after the jeans. They were in 
the bathroom before removing their panties. 

Glen took off his shirt and pants. Dropping his boxers, he freed a 
cock that was ready for action. Wanda and Sandra looked at his 
cock with significant pleasure, amazed to see how quickly he 
responded to their bodies. Wanda turned on the shower and 
adjusted the temperature before they climbed into the shower. Glen 
started washing Wanda while Sandra washed him.  When Sandra's 
hand finally started soaping Glen's cock, he decided enough was 
enough. He was horny and wanted it now. He asked, "Who's first?"

Sandra said, "I am."

Glen turned as she spread her legs, and slowly entered her. His 
thrusts were frantic, as though he was coupling for reasons beyond 
his understanding. He lifted her off the floor. Sandra held onto him 
tightly. As Wanda ran a finger along his asshole, his thrusts 
became even more intense. Sandra wrapped her legs around his 
waist. He was now supporting most of her weight although her 
back was pressed against the wall of the shower. She was grunting 
with each thrust into her, amazed at the sheer strength and need 
that he was exhibiting. 

Wanda watched in amazement as Glen fucked her sister. That 
word, fucked, was the only word that described his actions. Sandra 
was not complaining as that kind of raw animalistic need ran 
through her veins as well. Her body reacted with a series of 
orgasms that felt bestial in nature. After what seemed like forever, 
Glen grunted and roared as an orgasm tore through his body. 
Sandra, hugged him as his passion spilled into her.

Slowly letting Sandra down, Glen turned to Wanda. She didn't 
even wait for him to express his need. She grabbed him and pulled 
him down in the tub. Water sprayed over his back and into her face 
as he mounted her. She didn't care, as all she wanted was the hot 
strength of his cock in her. 

He started to thrust into her with the savagery that must have been 
commonplace before man left the caves. This was the coupling of a 
man and woman that came after the man risked his life for her. 
Sandra, noticing the water landing in Wanda's face, turned off the 
tap. In the sudden absence of the noise from the shower, the grunts 
and groans of the couple pair echoed off the walls of the shower. 
They responded to the noise with increased fervor. 

Sandra watched her sister sliding with the bathtub as thrusts 
pushed her forward. Her face was twisted into a furious expression, 
a raw animal need echoed with the desires that had raged within 
Sandra. Glen's back was corded as muscles tensed in a full display 
of masculine strength and instinct. He roared as he came a second 
time. The women swore that the roar told a story of primitive man 
claiming woman and declaring to the world that he would protect 
her. 

Glen slowly rose off of Wanda and then helped her off the floor of 
the bathtub. The twins pressed against him feeling secure and 
desired. Some primitive doors within all three had been thrown 
open, the rooms hidden within explored, and now the doors were 
closing. The result was an exhaustion of body and emotions. All 
three slowly moved out of the shower and dried off. 

They retired to living room and sat on the couch. The twins 
wrapped themselves within his strong arms and fell asleep. Glen 
looked over the pair and quickly followed them into a deep sleep. 
None of them heard the noises of passion emerging from the 
bedroom where Cliff was laying claim to CJ as his woman. 

A very loud knock on the door finally woke Glen. He looked out 
the window and noticed the Sheriff standing on the front porch. He 
sighed and stepped outside. The April weather was warmer than 
the previous few months, but it was still too cold to stand nude for 
long. The Sheriff didn't look comfortable standing next to a naked 
man. Noticing the discomfort of the man, Glen said, "Give me a 
few minutes to get things straightened up inside."

The Sheriff answered, "Okay. I'll wait out here."

Glen returned to the house and gently placed a blanket over the 
twins. He went to the bedroom and made sure the door was closed. 
Finally, he went into the bathroom and put on his clothes. He 
gathered up the twin's clothes and carried them to the couch. He 
looked around and satisfied that all was acceptable, opened the 
door. He said, "Come in and follow me to my study."

The Sheriff entered and closed the door behind him. Taking in the 
surroundings, he followed Glen into his study and sat on one of the 
chairs in the room. Glen sat down facing him and asked, "So what 
brought you all of the way out here?"

The Sheriff sighed and replied, "Well, the press has descended 
upon the town. Nothing like having to shoot someone in a 
courthouse to bring out all of the news vultures."

Glen smiled and asked, "So you came here to hide out?"

Dale laughed. He said, "Something like that. I also wanted to warn 
you that the Reverend has made bail and is telling them all about 
the bunch of demons that infest this town. Your name and Cliff's 
came up several times."

Glen sat there as he considered the implications of that. He finally 
laughed and asked, "Are we talking local or national news?"

"National."

Glen shook his head and chuckled. He said, "You aren't going to 
like this, but it will get us a lot of coverage  Our magazine sales are 
likely to go through the roof and we'll get more groups mad at us."

Frowning, the Sheriff frowned realized that Glen was having a 
little fun at his expense. He said, "Well, I guess we'll just have to 
put up road signs to demon alley."

At the idea that his driveway had just been given a new name, Glen 
laughed aloud. He asked, "So what is it that you are really worried 
about?"

Dale was quiet for several minutes. Finally, he said, "You know, 
I've been a law man for a long time. I've never had to shoot anyone 
before. I've never encountered anything like that group."

"Scary bunch of people, aren't they?"

"Very. My Deputy has a black eye and I've got bruises on my arms 
and chest from them beating on me."

Pleased that the Sheriff was finally catching onto the seriousness of 
the situation, Glen said, "You can't fool around with them."

The Sheriff nodded as if he had come to the same conclusion. He 
said, "I was kind of angry at you for your lack of restraint in 
dealing with them. I've now come to the conclusion that we would 
have been scraping your body off the parking lot if you hadn't 
responded the way you had."

"Thanks, I appreciate that."

"I thought you would. By the way, you showed great restraint in 
the court house. I'm the one who lost it and started shooting."

Glen shook his head and answered, "No. Cliff and I were prepared 
for it. We had practiced that maneuver that we used in the 
courthouse. We were actually pretty pleased that we only had to 
deal with one of them."

An awkward silenced descended on the room before Dale stated, 
"You guys need to be real careful. I suggest that you go into town 
and talk to the press before they track you down here. You don't 
want them broadcasting where you live on television. Those creeps 
will be out here before you know it."

"How's the feelings in the town running?" asked Glen. He wasn't 
sure if the town was going to support him and Cliff or if they were 
on their own. 

"It's divided. The Reverend is telling some mighty tall tales about 
the contents of the web site. Now I've seen what you guys are 
doing and I don't like it much. He's clearly exaggerating, but most 
folks don't know that. So those folks are pretty much on his side. 
Anderson has gone over to his side big time. Some folks know you 
and the Metchettes. They don't think that you would do anything as 
bad as he is saying."

Glen leaned forwards and rested his elbows on his knees. He laced 
his fingers and rested his head on them. After thinking for a while 
he said, "I suppose that printing up versions of the latest issue and 
handing them out in town wouldn't help."

"Honestly," replied the Sheriff, "I wouldn't think so. Most of the 
people in this area are very conservative about marriage and sex."

Glen sat back and thought about it some more. His thoughts were 
interrupted by a female shouting, "More. Oh, God Cliff. That's so 
good."

At the noise, Dale looked up at Glen with more than a little 
concern. He asked, "Is that CJ?"

Glen was about to answer when CJ screamed out, "Oh, Yes! Fuck 
me, Stud."

"Yes, it is."

Dale sat there for a minute trying to decide what to do. Finally, he 
shouted, "CJ!"

Glen frowned and waited to hear the reaction. It was not exactly 
what he had expected. He cringed as he heard, "Oh, God. I'm 
coming again!"

He turned to the Sheriff and stated, "Sorry about that. Thin walls. 
The house wasn't built for that kind of noise. I expected to be 
living here alone."

"Don't worry. She's an adult and I guess she can do as she wishes."

Sandra and Wanda came into the office. Apparently, Dale's shout 
had woke them and alerted them to the possible situation 
developing. They had taken the time to dress. Wanda smiled at 
Dale and said, "So nice to see you again."

Sandra added, "How are you doing?"

The Sheriff stated, "Oh, it's been a bad day all around. Work was a 
little tough today. Now I'm sitting here listening to my niece have 
sex in the next room."

Sandra giggled, much to Dale's dismay, and said, "That is terrible. 
Your niece is in love with a demon spawn. You know, that will 
really ruin your day."

Dale shook his head and laughed. He had to agree that it sounded 
like love coming from the next room. He said, "Somehow you just 
put everything in perspective."

His remark was punctuated by a loud growl and a high pitched 
scream. Wanda tittered and said, "They're done. I bet if you were 
to make a loud noise now they'd be here in a minute."

Dale shook his head and stated, "Well, I just might head home 
myself. It's been a long tough day."

Sandra, with an gleam in her eye, replied, "You might want to 
spend a little time with Helena tonight. Really does help make a 
bad day much nicer. A little bit of the old bouncy-bouncy on the 
bed and you'll be as good as new."

Dale looked shocked. No one had ever suggested that he go home 
and make love to his wife like that. He didn't know how to respond 
and just looked at Sandra in total surprise. Wanda added, "Believe 
me, she'll like what you do to her. Glen was an animal when we 
got back. I'm still feeling little shivers of excitement."

As Dale stared at Wanda, CJ opened the door to the room. She 
stood in the doorway dressed in Cliff's shirt and nothing else. She 
hadn't come into the room enough to notice her uncle was there. 
She sighed and said, "You guys need to get in a fight more often. 
He was an animal. God, that was great."

Dale stated, "I can arrange that."

CJ realized who was talking and her eyes got very large. She 
screamed and ran off to the bedroom, slamming the door behind 
her. They could hear her shout, "Oh, God. You better get out of 
here. My uncle is here and he'll kill you!"

Glen laughed as he heard Cliff shout, "Oh Shit!"

Dale shook his head and finally said, "I'm going home. I don't 
know what else can go wrong today."

He stood and looked around the room. Wanda came up to him and 
hugged him. She said, "Seriously, spend a little time with the 
wife."

Sandra gave him a big hug and kissed him on the cheek. She 
added, "She'll love you for it."

Glen shrugged his shoulders and said, "Hey, listen to them."

The Sheriff made his way out of the room. As the Sheriff walked 
towards the door, Cliff came out and nodded to the Sheriff. He 
said, "I didn't know you were here, sir."

Dale looked at Cliff for a moment and then said, "One of these 
days, you and I will have to have a long talk."

CJ came out of the bedroom looking very embarrassed. She shyly 
hid behind Cliff and said, "I'm sorry Uncle Dale. We didn't know 
you were here."

Dale just shook his head and headed towards the door. Maybe they 
were right he decided. He was going to take the twin's advice and 
go home to his wife. He said, "We'll talk about it some other time. 
For now I'm going home."

Wanda and Sandra made little kissy-face noises in each others 
direction. Sandra turned to Dale and said, "Give her our regards 
and ..."

"...a little of that love..."

"...that you're packing..."

"...in those pants." They both burst out giggling and went back 
into the study. CJ and Cliff stared at them as they left. 

The Sheriff, who hadn't blushed in more than thirty years, couldn't 
believe how quickly his face heated up. He turned to Glen and 
stated, "I have no idea how you managed to live with them as long 
as you did."

"Hey, it was your idea."

"Don't remind me." The Sheriff opened the door to leave. 

CJ peeked out around Cliff and said, "Good night, Uncle Dale. 
Have fun."

The Sheriff slammed the door behind him when he left. Glen burst 
out laughing and said, "I couldn't have arranged that any better if I 
had planned it."