Excerpt #2 • White Sunday

2nd excerpt of The Granby Saga.

This excerpt can be a little too steamy for the feeble, so if you are, don't read it!
The novel is the description of LIFE as is with the Granbys. No holding back.
This novel is written for the strong adult audience, only.
It is highly recommended you to be 30+ or even 40+ to be able to fully digest and enjoy the story.
If you don't like a passage, well, that's fine by me. Always remember, you can always delete the excerpt, scroll over the part or thumb the pages. EASY.
We jump into the timeline some months later than the 1st excerpt was...

* SUNDAY 19th of May 1974

I woke-up at twenty past seven, in the morning with Brit still lying beside me in her uniform.
"Sweetie! Sweeeetiiiieeee!"
"Yes, Madame?"
"Would you like to get up with me?"
She suddenly sat in bed, coming up like a jack-in-the-box and said "What's the time?"
"Don't worry, it's OK. Sleep if you want."
"No I can't, Madame. I have to have a very quick shower, get dressed, do breakfast and ...."
".... rest."
I kissed her forehead and tried to calm her down, but to no avail.
I smiled when she got out of bed, saying "I have duties, Madame. I have to look after Sir and you."
The door opened and Sasha came in, obviously hearing us talking.
"Breakfast is ready, Ladies. It's Brit's free day!"
"Free day? I don't want a free day!"
"What will the union say, if they'd hear that?" Sasha joked.
"Sasha is right, you'll need a free day, at least once a week! How could we!"
"Madame! Sir! I do not want a free day!" she insisted.
Sasha and I were looking at eachother in utter surprise.
"Why not?" I asked.
"Free day means going out and see other people and worse of all, being away from you!"
"Yeeeessss ....?"
"I don't want to be away from you. Not a second away from any of you! I am the happiest when both of you are around me. You hurt me, when you send me away!"
"No free days, never .... ever!"
"Promised, Sir?"
"Yes Brit, but today, I made breakfast and tonight you'll be going out with Mike, OK?"
"Yes, Sir!" and she smiled again, our Littleone.
Gwendolyn pulled her close and kissed her cheek. "I'm sorry Sweetie, I never want to hurt you."
"I know Madame."
"Let's have breakfast now. I made it and Gwendolyn will serve us."
"Yes! That's fun!" my girlfriend replied with joy. She put one of Brit's aprons on and instantly became one of the sexiest maids in the World.

When I entered with my selfmade, fresh cheese-omelettes, I suggested "Why don't we dress properly and have a walk in the park, like a normal family on a Sunday morning?"
"We all should dress in white! On a day like this, there's no color more appropriate, anyway."
"I love the idea! What do you think, Littleone?"
"Me too, Madame. It's a wonderful idea, Sir!"
"We'll look like ordinary parents with their daughter."
I couldn't believe what I had just heard and burst with laughter.
"Us?! .... like ordinary parents?!"
"Sasha!!!!"
He now realised how ridiculous that sentence was, laughing out loud as well.
I looked at Brit, who just grinned and said "I guess we could easily achieve that, Madame."
"How?"
"I have a memorabilia of my youth, a white dress from when I was fourteen, still in the wardrobe and some white flatties, cut like ballerinas, in white patent leather. I'm sure I'll find some white knee-socks, too. I kept that as I wore it to my holy communion."
"SEX-YYYY!" slipped my mouth.
"That sounds nice." Sasha added.
"If Madame dons a great make-up and I none, I guess we easily could impersonate a young, urban, well-off family."
"I'll be also dressing to the occasion, but I won't shed my stockings!"
"That's not necessary. Even Brit can wear white stockings with her knee-length socks." Sasha added.
"If that isn't hot!" expressing my excitement.
"I find the idea extremely sexy!"
Brit smiled thankfully.
"To top it all, we could go to a church with you two flashing some welts!"
"Oohhhh. This is too much. I just flooded!"
"I'd suggest the St. Sean's Church, within walking distance." Sasha smiled.
"When's the next mass?"
"On Sunday mornings, usually one follows the other."
"How do you know?"
"You know, I lived virtually around the corner and on a Sunday walk, I stumbled into there, stayed for a while and witnessed one mass following the other."
"This is incredible!"
"We'll encounter two displays there. One of you two flashing your welts plus the display of blatant hypocrisy. I guarantee for both. And what I'll guarantee on top of all of that is, that Brit will be the center of the attention."
"You reckon?"
"You'll see. I guess that we'll be contacted, regarding Brit and I wouldn't exclude, that she's be contacted directly."
"What do you mean, Sir?"
"By 'contacted'?"
"Yes, Sir."
"There will be people trying to talk to you, to exploit you. They won't stop, even when parents are around."
"What will we do, if that happens?"
"It will, I'm sure."
"Will we go along with their proposition?"
"Sure! Wouldn't you like to learn more?"
"Certainly! .... This is exciting!"
"I don't mind them liking pretty kids, but recruiting them in a church, tells you their satanistic background. People think of a church as a safe-haven. Who would expect a bunch of pederast devil-worshippers in there?"
"Quite."
"To them, it's a grand slam, dragging an innocent child out of there."
"I see ...."
"It is a big difference between them and us, practicing only consensual, careful and loving educational sex, versus them probably raping kids."
"Is it that what they do?"
"It is more common than you think. Even torturing and killing kids is not out of the ordinary."
"My GOD!"
"From the outside, it might look like we're exploiting children, but when you look at it in cold daylight I ask, who is exploiting whom?" and he smiled.
"Exactly." I fully agreed.
"In effect, we're their puppets, not vice-versa. They are free to do whatever they like to us, whereas we would never force them to do what we'd want."
"So true, Sir." Brit added.
"So let's finish our breakfast and get ready. I think we'd rather take a radio-cab than walk."
"The neighbors ...." I agreed.

During us dressing for the occasion, I was thinking about Sasha's statement and was disgusted. I suddenly wanted to get to know more about those people, get into their inner circles if possible and actually see what's going on behind their closed doors.
Having experienced satanic rituals, even in Kenya, I was convinced that there was lots of it in Europe.

I had chosen a Jacky O. like, X-line, high closing white dress, going down to just above my knees, 4" white pumps, white RHTs and loads of pearls around my neck and wrists as jewellery. My lingerie was white and of the new kind, with a 1/3-cup bra. Finally, a broad-brimmed, white hat with long veil and Chanel handbag did it for me.

"Madame!" came from the bedroom door.
I turned and nearly fainted. A ten to twelve-year old girl was standing in the doorframe.
"How do you like it, Madame?"
"Come here, Littleone!" I called-out and spread my arms.
She ran towards me and I caught her, lifting the small corps to level my eyes.
"I always forget how small you are, without your high heels."
"12 centimeters make a huge difference, Madame." she answered when I put her back on her feet.
"How do you look underneath your dress, dear?"
She immediately lifted the hem over her naked pussy and turned around to bend over.
"Balls AND plug, Littleone?" I didn't mention her white stockings and suspenders, as that was normal and to be expected.
"Don't you like it?"
"Like it? I love it! And I see that you're clean-shaved as well!" Instantly I reached for my hem, copying her move.
Brit pulled on the thread of my balls, without displacing them and pushed the plug a little further in. Finally, she kissed my slit.
I turned and dropped my hem saying "That was lovely, dear. Shall we display ourselves to Sasha now?"
"I can hardly wait!"
"You're so cute, Littleone!" I said, bowed down and kissed her forehead.
She looked up at me, in total delight.
"Are we going to church now, mommy?" she acted.
I first wanted to laugh, but then I found her role-playing voice and question exciting, so I answered "Yes Sweetheart, but first we'll let your daddy see your dress."
She ran down the hall, toward the livingroom, shouting "Daaaa-dyyyy!" I had to control myself not to burst with laughter.
When I turned the corner, she was sitting on Sasha's lap, sucking her thumb, whilst her skirt was up around her bum.
Sasha looked at me and laughed quietly. I smiled broadly, saying "You haven't commented about our Littleone's outfit."
"What can our daughter be other than beautiful?"
"Am I beautiful, daddy?" Brit asked, like a real Littleone. Even her voice was dead on the spot. She must have studied Colette's behavior and use of language, intensely.
"You are the most beautiful, sexy Littleone and I know that you will be the ideal bait to attract those sharks."
"I want to go now, daddy."
"Do you know what you have to do?"
"When I sit, get down on my knees and sit again, I will let them see my stockings."
"Good girl."
"What if somebody will talk to you?"
"I answer them nicely, but won't tell my address or phone-number."
"That's right, my Sweet."
"What if somebody wants to touch you?" I asked.
"I let it happen?"
"Yes dear, but don't let them touch your balls or plug. Promise?"
"Yes, mommy."
"What if they ask you to go with them?"
"I say that I would like to, but that I'll have to ask you or daddy, first."
"What if they say that you shouldn't?"
"I'll tell them, that you won't have anything against that, as I have been with many uncles and aunts before, playing with me."
"Perfect!"
"I think we're ready to go!"
"Can I have a drink first, daddy?"
Sasha looked at me in utter surprise, nearly helpless.
"Sure, daddy will let you have your drink, Littleone." I answered and found the whole thing very sexy and utterly hilarious at the same time. From Sasha's face I was able to read, that he felt the exact same.
"Oohhhh, this is soooo big, daddy ...." Brit said when she held his dick in her hand and we all had to laugh loud!

Fifteen minutes later, we were in the cab and after another five, we were in front of the church.
Although we weren't dressed provocatively at all, heads spun around, no end, when the all-white brigade emerged from the back of the cab.
The closer we came to the crowd, waiting outside in small groups, the more we were able to make-out the perverts.
They were the ones who just couldn't take their eyes off Brit, following her every move with such a cold, waning stare in their eyes, letting shivers run up and down my spine.
"I sense you see them." Sasha whispered.
"I can not only see them, I can feel them!
"Their eyes are those of dead fish."
"Yes." I said and bent down to Brit.
"I know you feel'm too."
"Spooky, Madame, they're like ghosts!"
"Shall we leave?"
"No, no way!" she answered and smiled.
"We'll have to be in church first and sit down, before everybody else gets in. That way, we give the pervs the chance to surround us. Although I'm afraid to blow our cover, I tend to chose seats right in the back. That'll make it easy for them."
"Sounds a good plan."

As we were passing the different small groups, having assembled right in front of the church, we were greeted by the most perverted starers with a friendly smile and even the scattered small bow. It WAS spooky. Nevertheless, we smiled and bowed back.
Brit's act was immaculate, appearing as she was untouched by all of the action, being in her own World.

The organ began to play and that was the sign everybody was waiting for.
We entered the church as one of the first and judging the crowd, Sasha chose seats right where he expected the last occupied row to be.
As soon as we sat down, we were surrounded by four couples with children from eight to ten, eleven, maybe even twelve, although there were masses of benches totally empty right up front.
Sasha had me sit in the middle with Brit to my right, playing the rich twit, nerdy, non-threatening type to perfection.
A mass in a roman catholic church always reminded me of an aerobic class with all that sit, kneel, stand, sit, kneel, stand, kneel business, but just THAT was the ideal for our purpose.

When the branch-office manager of St. Sean's came on stage in his maxi skirt, so fashionable in those days, we all stood up and worshipped the transvestite's presence, like in a courtroom, where they also wear dresses.
I learned from Sasha to see things as they really are and I was happy to be able to look straight through their paradigms and trained behavior. As Sasha always said 'The only place you won't find GOD, is a church'. I didn't know how to handle his statement that religions are business-models at first, but the more I thought about it, the more I looked back into history, the more I knew that he was right.
The churches are no less than the money-changers, Jesus had thrown out of the temple .... may he be GOD's son or not.

I could feel the stares continue. Even a mother, sitting in front of us, couldn't resist to crane her neck to see more of Brit. When she realised that I had seen her stare, she smiled at me and I smiled back, a touch too friendly for a caring mom, but just right for a pedomom, having her daughter on display.

During a little break of song and dance, Brit crossed her legs. The rustling of her nylons went through the air and all of our soon-to-be friends were looking first at Brit and then at eachother, smiling unnoticeably. Just a fraction of a second after that, I let them hear what kind of underwear I wore, which created forcefully dampened havoc amongst them. They became fidgety, to say the least.
Now it was crystal clear, that all of those proper and bourgeois families surrounding us, were of the same kind, a club with a motto, so to speak.

When the audience was asked to sing the second song, which never made the charts, although having been around for hundreds of years, the woman next to Brit handed me a songbook and with visibly shaking hands pointed at a column with a sign, telling me where to find that specific piece. She mimicked a super-slimy friendly smile to camouflage her nervousness, but couldn't resist to caress Brit's hair, just before she led her hand back to holding her songbook. Brit looked up at her and gave her a smile, which must have gushed the about 35-year old's gusset.

I looked over to Sasha, on whom I wanted to dump the songbook, just to see that he had one in his hand already.
He leaned over and whispered into my ear "The excuse is that you cannot sing, when you don't know the tune, even if you have all the lyrics." he smiled.
That invaluable hint took a tremendous weight off my chest, as I knew that this would most likely be the next to come from my friendly neighborhood spiderwoman. Anyway, the crowd around us knew all the tunes and all the lyrics. No need to say that they sang the loudest, so it seemed.

A little later, it was kneeling-time and instead of kneeling with both knees, Brit decided to only kneel with one, thus giving an obviously tremendous view onto her welts and taut suspenders. I saw from the corner of my eye that Mrs. Songbook nudged her husband and he even bent over to have a look.
After that, I knew that the next contact was imminent and I didn't have to wait for long.

When the cult-boss climbed the stairs to the pulpit, it was contact time. She opened the conversation by whispering "Isn't it a lovely ceremony?"
Although I wanted to puke because of all that burning rubber, I answered.
"Yes, we hadn't been for long."
"Oh that's why."
"Lived in Saudi-Arabia for years, difficult to find churches there."
"There are none, as far as I know."
"That's what I meant."
"Oh yes, certainly!" she smiled.
"We just came back last week and moved to the neighborhood. Would you just excuse me for a second?"
"Oh yes!"
I whispered to Sasha "Ashley, not family name, been Saudi for years."
"Dick, no name, that's all."
"Philips."
"OK."
I turned back to the hag and said "Sorry, I had to remind my husband on something important and before I forget ...."
"I know what it's like, dear." she oversmiled.
"By the way, my name is Ashley. Ashley Philips and that is my daughter Philis."
"Hello Ashley, hello Philis! You like church?"
"Oh yes, Misses ...."
"Needem-Daily, Kitty Needem-Daily, but you and your mom can call me Kiddy."
"My name's Philis Philips."
"What a sweet name for a sweet girl like you!" and again, her shaking hand caressed Brit's hair.
"She's our pride!"
"I can imagine. How old is she?"
"Our tall girl, just became eleven." I said to move a possible obstacle right out of the way.
"Must be her daddy, he's very tall."
"We're sure that's the case."
"Her blond hair is another, very good indicator."
"Oh yes!"
"Mind you, I wondered if you have something to do after church. We'd like to invite you to our regular get-together, after service."
"Can I just ask my husband? I never know what's planned. He likes to surprise us."

"We have an invite."
"Here too."
"Will we go?"
"What do you think we're here for?!" he whispered and smiled.
"Brit is Philis Philips." and now I smiled. Sasha giggled.
"Philis like in Syphilis?"
I giggled and returned to my new-found 'friend'.
"We'd love to accept, Kiddy!"
"That's highly wonderful! You'll bring some time, don't you?"
"Certainly. My husband told that there was nothing on the agenda."

They swallowed the bait, hook, line and sinker.

"Today we'll be meeting at our place, right around the corner from here. We can walk, if you don't mind, Mr. Philips?"
"A walk will do us all good, Mr. Needem-Daily." I heard Sasha say.
"Please call me Justin."
"Then I'm Dick for you!" I nearly laughed loud and looking at Brit, she was on the verge of blowing it all.
"You do have a delightful daughter, Dick. So pretty, so blonde, so .... innocent."
Kiddy was listening to every word her husband said as well and I sensed that this was the initialisation.
"Innocent? Our Philis? It might appear that way, but I wouldn't call her innocent ...."
"What makes you say that, Dick?"
"We spent long years in Saudi-Arabia and kids are treated differently over-there, as you might be very well aware of ...."
"Oh I am, please continue." he nearly dribbled, spilling the beans.
"We always had in mind that our sprog would be brought up free and easy by us."
"Quite the same with us."
"When she grew up and as we are free people with nothing to hide and the temperatures in these areas are HOT, to say the least, we preferred to run about the house, completely naked."
"That is very understandable, Dick. We for instance, do the same, although temperatures are not as high."
"Is that so?"
"Yes, Dick."
"In any event, one day when my wife and I were .... err .... private, Philis stood in the door, watching us."
"Interesting!" the arsehole said, sporting a visible boner, Kiddy was also breathing a little heavier.
"I asked Philis as to how long she was already watching mommy and daddy and she answered that she watched us for some time."
"Oh yes, Dick? What did you do?"
"As kids do not have a good feel for time, I asked her what she had seen the moment she began to watch."
"Clever, Dick!"
That was the second incident where we nearly blew it all. I coughed to camouflage my laughter and Brit just ran away, quickly bringing some yards between her and us, but Sasha had no problems whatsoever and he continued as if nothing happened.
"You won't guess what happened next, Dustin."
"Justin."
"Who is that?"
"Justin is me. Dustin is over there."
"Did I say Dustin to you, Justin?"
"Yes, you did, Dick."
"This is awfully embarrassing to me. How could I ever make up for this? Terrible!"
"Don't worry. I have already forgotten, Dick."
"Did I really call you Dustin?"
"Yes! .... No, you didn't, Dick."
"I think I did and I am terribly sorry."
"No Dick, you didn't. I misheard. Dustin, Justin, who cares?!"
"How could you be Dustin, when Dustin is over there? That's impossible!"
"I have no problem with it, Dick. Really."
"But I have!"
"What happened next, you wanted to tell .... Dick, please."
"I am a little confused now, Dustin. How could you possibly be in two places at the same time?"
"I am Justin and this, over there is Dustin, Dick! You see him?!"
"Yes, I see him and he doesn't look at all like you. How could I have mistaken him for you?"
"You didn't! You just swapped the name, not the faces, Dick."
Sasha began to stagger around as if he was blind and said "I better go home now. This is far too weird. You tell me I can swap faces? How would I do that?"
"OK, Dick. You hear me?"
"Loud and clear. What makes you think I can't?"
"I think that you can hear very well, Dick."
"Why do you ask, then?"
"I am Dustin and over there is Justin. Is that OK with you now?"
"Now YOU are confused, Justin. First you think I could swap faces, then you say I can't hear and now you say your name's Dustin, when I know for sure that your name is Justin, as Dustin is right over there!"
Brit and I were a long time ago branched off to the side, with our backs to the crowd, as we just couldn't hide our laughter anymore. I looked over my shoulder and saw Kiddy get into the middle of it all.
She put her arm around Sasha's shoulders who was still miming the unstable and quietly said "We'll go to our place now, Dick. You sit down, have a large vodka or a brandy and relax. Then you pick-up the story again and everything is fine."
"You want to make me drunk?"
"No Dick. It'll help you to regain strength."
"I have to warn you. I can't stand too much alcohol."
"Just a sip."
"Just a sip?"
"Just a sip, Dick."
"You'll have a drink with me, Dustin?"
"Yes Dick, we'll have a drink together."
"OK. Ashley, Philis, let's go!"

It was so hard to stay normal after all this, but we somehow came through it all.
Sasha had managed to get himself an enormous advantage. They thought he was a turd, not a nerd. A dork.