Date: Mon, 16 Oct 2006 09:34:27 -0700 (PDT)
From: LivingNude <mndad1@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Family Profession

This story is completely fictional. Everyone, every
place, and every event in this story is fake, phony,
artificial, counterfeit, simulated and it never ever
happened. In other words don't go looking for these
people cause they don't exist. By the way, the Brady's
never existed either. Sorry to have to break it to you
that way.

The Family Profession

By
Boy Trainer

Chapter 1
Learning Work Ethics

I was alternating looking out the window and watching
the clock. It was only 3:10 pm and I was getting
anxious.

It was my 11th birthday, or so my parents believed.
All of us kids were born at home and there were never
any records made of any of our births.

School had already ended for the day, but I couldn't
go to my after school job until the first school bus
drove by.

I had to peer intently through the trees and down the
mountain where our house was practically invisible
from the road, but if I watched carefully through the
very small gap in the trees. I could get a fleeting
glimpse of a yellow blur go by. In the winter there
were no leaves and I wouldn't have to look so hard.

I've never been to school in my life. Hell I've never
even stepped inside one before. Dad and mom didn't
hold much for what they called useless education. They
taught us how to add and subtract and how to count
money and that was it as for as the three R's go.

Hell, I didn't even know I lived in the state of
Kentucky till I was around the age of 20 and I most
certainly didn't know were my house was in the world.
I knew we lived in a coal mining area and that most of
the people who lived there were coal minors and that's
all they would ever do. Generation after generations
of families work in the coal mines.

"That's only proper." Dad would say. "A father brings
home the skills he's learned and talks about them to
his kids so that when they go to work there, they have
an advantage. Working in a coal mine is dangerous and
you need to know what to expect."

Every family around us was large. There are at least 7
kids in each family. Some of those families have up to
12 or more kids.

"We need large families around here." Dad would also
say. "If a kid gets killed in the mines or whatever,
there will be others to take their place."

My family didn't work in the coalmines. Dad did for a
while when he turned 15, but he was too smart to stay.
Dad is very smart.

"You kids have it made." Dad would say. "You'll never
be killed in a mine, you will come home clean and you
won't die of black lung. Yep you kids have it made."

It was now 3:12 pm and still no bus. It was running
late that day for some reason. I couldn't do my after
school job till there would be kids out on the roads.
It wouldn't do for cops to get suspicious about a kid
being out and not in school where all the other kids
were.

Nope, during school hours we kids had to stay indoors.
Well except for my older brothers and sisters who had
jobs in the city. (I learned later that they worked in
Knoxville wherever that was.) Only they worked at
night and were in bed sleeping during the day, unless
they had to work late, which often happened.

All of us kids slept in the same room. The whole room
was one big mattress. Well, not one big mattress, but
lots of mattresses shoved together. You sort of had to
be careful and not step on someone to find an empty
place to seep. Sometimes you would have to step extra
high to get over two, but that's ok they were off work
and could do what they wanted.

"It's time for bed." Mom would say to whomever wasn't
working. "You don't have to sleep, but you have to go
to bed."

Boy would this room be crowded if we kids all worked
at the same time. It's a good thing the older kids
worked at night. Personally I can't wait to.

When we would wake up, we folded our baby blankets up
and stacked them in the closet. Not much room in there
for anything else. It's also a good thing that we
didn't need dressers. There would be one less mattress
to pick from.

I knew other kids had big blankets and sheets and
pillows, but we all had each other to keep warm and
rest our head on and man was that ever nice. I love
our bedroom.

Yep everyone works in my family except the girls are
lucky. They get time off during each month. Mom and
dad keep close eyes on their female monthlies. Dad and
mom don't want some outsider getting them pregnant.

If they do get pregnant, which 3 of my sisters were at
the time then they can work all through the months
till they get too big. "You can't get pregnant by two
boys at once." Dad would say.

There was a light snow falling and I was worried that
it might obstruct my view, but it wasn't bad. Then I
saw it. Yep it went by.

"Dad!" I called out. "It's time for me to go to work."

"Ok boy." He would say. "Go get in the car." (Dad
never called any of us by our names. In fact we never
had any. The boys were called boy and the girls were
called girl.)

"If I need one of you." Dad would say. "It don't
matter which one, or two, or three comes to me."

If we were lucky, sometimes he would call out. "I need
a boy and a girl." But sometimes he would just call
out for a boy if he only needed a boy. I especially
liked when he did that.

There never was confusion when one of us did something
bad. It was always assured that the guilty one would
get punished. That's when he would just call out.
"Kids!"

Then we would all line up and bend over for a good
spanking with the cat-o-nine-tails. No need to drop
our pants either because none of us were ever allowed
to wear clothes anyway. Except when going to and from
work that is.

I grabbed my over coat that hung low to my feet. Well
it wasn't mine, I just grabbed one that hung to my
feet and buttoned it up.

I walked briskly to the car especially in the winter
cause my feet would get cold in the snow. Then I got
in the car and waited shivering for dad.

I waited for quite a while till he finally came. He
got in shivering and breathing heavy into his hands to
warm them up he would say. "Fucking cold out there
boy!"

"Yes sir it is." I would answer and that was the
conversation we would have all the way to my job
whoever that was.

Down through the twists and turns of the hilly roads
we would drive. Sometimes we would drive all the way
into the city. I never knew where we were going or the
directions we were taking because I couldn't read the
road signs.

Finally we would get there and most times it would be
a really big brick house and we would have to buzz at
the gate to be let in. At those kinds of houses there
was usually a big wall surrounding it and I would have
to leave my coat in the car and walk naked to the
door.

Other times I would wear the coat to the door till I
was inside and just hand the coat to my dad and after
he took the coat, he took the money for my services
too.

Then he would arrange a time to pick me back up and if
I saw a large wad of money handed to dad, then I would
know it would be the next day or maybe two or three.

I was always able to get work and I never had to worry
about that because while my older brothers and sister
were at their jobs in the city, they would talk to
their clients after doing what they did.

They knew it would be ok to talk after doing their
jobs because if the client was a cop he couldn't do
those things or he would be fired.

That's why only the older kids could go to the city.
They were all over 18 and if they got arrested then
they were on their own.

They always knew where to go when they got out so dad
could pick them up too. Only 6 of them never came
home, but that's ok too cause it left more room for us
to sleep at night.

"You break it, you buy it." Dad would say as he left.

"That was an interesting story." The man sitting next
to me on the bus stop said. "How old are you son? You
don't look very old."

"I figure I'm around 25 now. I suppose"

I looked down at the folded dress I had to wear for
Frank in prison and looked behind me at the tall
prison gate. I don't have to wear it anymore, but I
don't want to throw it away either. I kind'a liked
wearing it for him.

The man grinned at the dress then at me. "And you just
got out of prison. What are you going to do now?"

I leaned back on the hard bench and clasped my hands
behind my head. "I think I'll find a nice girl, get
married, pop out a few kids and start my own
business."

 The End?