Project: The ‘Feel Good’ Revolution: PART VII.
Devil in the Details.
Un. The Prologue to the Pardoner's Tale

The young and tiny blonde boy ran towards the railroad tracks with vigor.

“Look at me, Marilyn!” he said, laughing.

Marilyn swiftly approached him, stopping him by grabbing his shirt collar from behind.

He let out a choked laugh, “You always ruin my fun.”

Marilyn glared at the boy, pulling him over to a safer area. “Over one thousand people are injured or killed while trespassing on railroad rights-of-way and property each year,” he lectured, “Don’t tell me you want to be hit by a train, Jeremiah.”

Jeremiah shook his head, stood on his toes, and puckered his lips in Marilyn’s direction. “I’m sorry, I’ll never do it again!” he said, squinting his eyes closed.

Marilyn placed a quick kiss on the boy’s lips and briskly picked him up. “Now, now, Mr. St. Pierre, you’ve been very naughty today,” he placed a finger on the boy’s nose. “Do I need to punish you?”

Jeremiah giggled a protest as Marilyn lay the boy down on the grass and tickled his stomach fervently. “I’m gonna get you!” he said teasingly.

As the tickling died down, Jeremiah tugged at Marilyn’s hair and asked, “Can we go watch clouds?” Pleased with Jeremiah’s ‘punishment,’ Marilyn nodded.

They settled themselves on a grassy knoll, hands behind heads, laying back and watching the clouds go by.

The wide-eyed Jeremiah asked, “Marilyn, why is the sky blue?”

Marilyn chuckled, “Because…God is crying.” Jeremiah sat up and gave him a confused look. Marilyn sat up as well and put a gentle, bony hand on Jeremiah’s shoulder. “He’s crying because we fucked up,” he laughed.

Jeremiah bit his lip softly, “What did we do wrong?” Marilyn shook his head, “It wasn’t us. It was…them.”

“Hello, Mr. St. Pierre, we’re home,” Marilyn said, smiling crookedly.

Luke swung his hair out of his eyes and grinned half-heartedly at him, “Do you have a light? I can’t find mine anywhere.”

Marilyn shook his head with a smile, “Now, sir, you know I don’t smoke.”

Luke nodded, “Oh, well, see – that’s good. You’re a good influence on Jeremiah.”

Jeremiah clung to Marilyn’s side playfully. “I want to be just like Marilyn, Papa.”

Luke laughed, “And you will be!”

A slight look of guilt crossed Marilyn’s face but passed quickly.

“Sir, do you need me to do anything before I go?”

Luke nodded and put a large hand on Marilyn’s shoulder. “Do you mind watching him a while longer? Illiana is away and Julian and I planned to go out.”

Marilyn smiled brightly, “Why, I’d be delighted.” He kneeled down to Jeremiah’s size. “More time with my favorite little person!”

Jeremiah struggled to escape from his shirt as Marilyn tugged it over his head. Once this was done, Marilyn checked the temperature of the running bath water. When it seemed acceptable, he picked Jeremiah up and put him in the porcelain tub, causing a gentle splash. Jeremiah giggled as Marilyn rubbed soap all over his little body; it tickled him.

The look on Jeremiah’s face was absolutely intoxicating to Marilyn at this point. He felt as if he had to shut his eyes to block out the lust building up inside of him; luckily his self-control beat him to it.

As Marilyn washed the soapy lather off of the skinny, pale boy, Jeremiah, muffled by the bath water invited Marilyn into the tub with him. Marilyn, almost overeager, stripped his clothes off and got into the tiny bathtub. He began washing and massaging Jeremiah’s back, a lecherous smile on his face.

In his innocence, Jeremiah paid no mind to the hardness jabbing him in the back – by now this was completely normal to him.

Marilyn tucked in the small blonde boy, lovingly. “Goodnight, my sweet,” he said tiredly.

Jeremiah puckered his lips for his goodnight kiss and Marilyn obliged willingly. He proceeded to head towards the door.

“Marilyn? Will you tell me a story?” Jeremiah questioned.

Marilyn headed back over to the bed and nodded, “Of course. How could I forget?” He settled himself more comfortably on the edge of Jeremiah’s bed.

“What, do you suppose, that while I can preach, and win gold and silver because I teach, that I will live in poverty voluntarily? Nay, nay, I never thought it…”