I grew up going to American schools and even though our most permanent house was in London, I was born and lived in Boston, as an infant. Or lived in schools around there.
For security reasons I was enrolled in school under a false name. My real name was Phillip Strober, but I was enrolled as Phillip LaTrant. They were military schools and everyone called you by your last name. I was LaTrent. It was a small group of boys who went to the school I attended and there was a Dan Brantly that checked up on me every day, usually after supper.
Most of the boys had parents who came often to school and talked to their sons. On average once a year I was taken by Brantly to see my mother and maybe 3 times a year I flew to where my father ws in Cuba, Daytona Beach, or New York City to briefly visit my father.
Every Christmas it was arranged that I would go home with one of my school friends. To go to my school the boys had to be very rich. One instructor Kingsley was complained about by all the boys. I mean the teachers have to maintain control, but Kingley would beat some of the weaker boys, and seemed to be gleeful about it. He would give 20 to 40 licks on their backsides. He never hit me because somehow I was always General LaTrant. Every time school metals were passed out I got one.
So once Kingley gave Burns, someone I liked and was my exact size (small), 40 licks. I got really angry and told Brantly that night, “I think Kingley should get whipped and discharged.”
When the next day came and Kingley was gone and I asked Brantly, “does my father own the school?”
“Yes sir” he said.
“I thought he might, since I am always general and Kingley never punished me.”
“You father has never told you what he owns sir?”
“Well I think he owns Cuba, and Florida and California. Those are places we go and people always bow.”
“Yes he owns those spots and he owns this state of North Carolina. I really need a globe to point out all the places like India, Brazil and England.”
“I go to England every year and people there don’t bow.”
“Your there with your mother, not your father?”
“My father sometimes meets me there. We go to the zoo and visit public places, museums.”
“He’s not known to be the owner there, like here in school sir. I don’t call you ‘master’ or bow. Here we cover up who you are. The other boys know you are somebody important, but they have no clue how important.”
“I’m proud of my real name. It’s in the history books. I would rather everyone know who I am.”
The other boys at school were smart and evidently were not fooled much. One morning Brantly came to me early and woke me saying, “Philip come with me quickly and wake no one else.”
It was a day of field maneuvers and I loved getting outside and playing soldier.
My watch showed it was the middle of the night. I trusted Brantly, but father always told me, ‘Don’t really trust anyone’. So I carried a loaded gun. I went to a store room. Brantly’s story was, “Some state officials are coming to Ashville Military Academy to observe today. We don’t know what they know but most of your bodyguards will go out with Sidney Burns who will dress in your General uniform and play you today in the field.
I watched Governor Westland of North Carolina arrive in his limo and after breakfast the student troops with Sidney leading the Red Troops and a boy named Quince at the head of the Blue Army. I watched it all even when Sidney was shot.
Right after it happened Brantly said, “Please come down now Philip. It’s no longer safe here.
I left the school without going back to my room or saying goodbye to anyone. I left in an old soiled laundry truck. Which came every day to pick up our clothing.
The governor’s limo passed us going very fast before we got into Ashville City limits. I kept my gun out all the way to town.
I rode the train that was going to Charlotte. Most of those people riding in the passenger car were my guards. The few others were indigent about how they were searched.
The last time I rode the train was with Sidney at Christmas to go to his home. There would be no more Christmas celebrations for Sidney. I saw his head explode that morning. It popped just like a pumpkin when a large caliber round is pumped into it.
This passenger car was rather clean, and someone had given me the proper ticket. Bucket was the name of the guard that sat close to me, and was truly my body guard. I had a dozen guards that I could see, and there were many others in other cars. They were all dressed in different ways, but didn’t look like young businessmen going to a job. It was during the school year so no children were traveling — who were school age.
It was a local train that made many stops. When you have almost been killed you look carefully at everyone. There was a farmer wearing very blue overalls leading a slave man on a leash. The young slave was about 20 and had a heavy iron collar around his neck. Then there were three women in long dresses and with cloth hats on, maybe of some religious cult. They smiled at me. I smiled back, and kept remembering I had not been around women most of my life. Not all my classmates had been stuck in an all boys military camp all their lives — like me. They talked girls from recent experience, I thought girls from magazine pictures.
Several old people got on the train and then a woman arrived and didn’t seem to want to sit next to any of my bodyguards with big bunches of muscles, but she sat next to me. One of my bodyguards was going to tell her to move on, but I waved my hand, ‘No’ and she sat down.
She was about 30 something. I had a summer tutor once when I was seven who was about her age. She stuck out her hand and said, “Hello I’m Sandra. Can I sit here please?”
“Sure” I said and shook her hand. She had a soft woman handshake.
“How old are you sir?” She asked.
“Fourteen,” I said, “and how old are you?”
“Twenty nine and a half.” was her answer.
“Do you live in Charlotte?” I asked to keep things going.
“I hope to find employment there.”
“What kinds of work do you do?”
“I cared for horses, worked with orphans, and lived with a really old woman who died.”
I guess I stared at her a little too much and she looked a bit uncomfortable and said, “I had a little brother age eleven when I left home, he was about your height.”
“I know I’m rather short. Napoleon was short.”
“No you’re a nice size boy, are you traveling to your parents?”
“No I’m kind of escaping from school.”
“Do your parents know where you are?”
“They know I’m leaving school.”
“Oh”
Nothing was said for a while, I could see she was puzzled.
“Sir you seem rich and I’m very poor.” I thought ‘Here it comes, she will beg some money from me.’ The clothes I was wearing were picked to be really middle class, shoes, pants and shirt.
“What makes you think I’m rich? I said.
“Well sir, it’s your ring and hands. Your finger nails are well cared for and done by professionals. Even your hair is cut the way the upperclassmen wear their hair.”
“Is Sandra your real name and are you an escaped slave?”
“That in my name and I left the old woman who owned me when she died.”
“Are you branded?”
“No sir.”
“How did you become the old woman’s slave?”
“I applied for a job, and I had to sign an indenture paper to get the job. She died sitting in her easy chair.
I worked two years for her and when she died I had ot make clothing that would fit me out of her clothes and find enough money to ride the train. Are you going to let me go on without any trouble?”
“Now why would you think that? Don’t you think I’m just a boy traveling between cities?”
“I’ve been an old woman’s slave for two years and only walked to get groceries, before that I rode trains often between horse farms and this train car is full of big thugs. Guys with lots of tattoos, scary big guys.” She talked in a lower voice, a whisper and continued, ” I think the big monster men are your bodyguards, and the big guys all have overnight bags which are really guns. I think from their trim haircuts they are military men all part of some elite team of trained killers.”
“You have a real sense of imagination Sandra. You probably also believe that if you don’t volunteer as my slave my men will do away with you?”
“I didn’t think that way.”
“It’s your theory. Why do you think the big guys are guarding me?”
“They keep looking at you and when I was about to sit down here one of them was going to approach me and you gave a had gesture and he sat down.”
“So what do you have to say to me now?”
“What should I say?”
“Well we need to talk some about how you can be useful to me. I don’t have any horses, yet. I don’t have children that need care – yet, or own any orphans. My parents don’t need elder care –yet.”
I stopped talking and looked at her, waiting for her to talk. She ducked her head and said, “I guess I’m in a real fix now?”
“You know too much to just leave the train. Let me tell you a little about me so you can explain what your good at.
My mother lives in England with my three sisters, then I have an older half brother Sam. He’s twenty.
My situation is that I’m leaving military school, where I’ve been away from my family most of the year — every year.
So what are your talents Sandra?”
“I don’t know if I have talent sir. I graduated high school and didn’t make the highest grades in my class. I was not elected to anything in school. I was just a normal girl. I liked reading about history. I had a good geography teacher. I lived in Abbyville North Carolina and went to Nashville Tennessee to get a job as a horse trainer. I traveled around on my job to Florida and Atlanta Georgia. I went all over with horse and then I quit.
“Why did you quit?”
“I got the job at Southside which is an orphanage.”
“Why did you quit your job with horses? Did you stop liking your work with horses?”
“No sir a man bought the horse show. A woman had owned it before and he wanted all the trainers to be bonded.”
“He wanted you to be a slave?”
“Most of the girls signed, I walked away.”
“Why? I find you attractive. So did you leave Southside because of a man?”
“Yes sir.”
“What happened there?”
“It was a good job except that the orphans just grew up to be someones slave. We didn’t talk about that, but it was a reality.”
“It cuts down on crime.” I said.
“It’s crude and cruel. After I ws working there a year I was assigned the older girls. Part of my job was meeting with business men and women who needed workers. They came to the orphanage with papers called ‘warrents’ that said, ‘Due one human female’. I took the man or woman to the inspection room which was a big room and they would tell me, describe the type girls they wanted. Often they wanted girls with a certain color hair or height. I did as well as I could so my boss wouldn’t call me in for a chat.”
“Did your boss punish you?”
“Yes sir that’s why I left.”
“Were you a slave there?”
“Almost, I had to sneak away at night.”
“What if you had been caught?”
“Probably I would have whipped, maybe chained up. At my level of working they don[t allow you to quit. At both my jobs before the old lady I was mostly treated like a slave. Most of the people working with me were actual slaves.”
“Were you used sexually by your bosses?”
“Yes except for my first horse trainer job where my boss was a woman.”
“What about the old woman?”
“Every time her son came to visit he used me.”
“Good so you know about sex?”
“I know I’m lucky I didn’t have someone’s baby.”
“So it’s settled Sandra I think I can use you. Last semester at my school one semester my teachers taught a unit on ‘the art of enslavement.’
Do you know why I don’t ask you to agree to be a slave of mine?”
“No sir.”
“You see slavery is caused by brute force. Your owner, me, has informed you that you are now property and you should get humble. How humble did you get with your other masters Sandra?”
“The old lady and her son always called me ‘the slave’. They didn’t expect me to bow down or crawl, but to hurry when they wanted something.”
“My teacher called that ‘play slavery’ or maybe slavery’. He said a whipping sets the right tone for a new slave. Shall I get one of my bodyguards to take you ot the kitchen of the dining car and give you twenty belt licks or will you bow on the floor and suck my fingers?”
Well that did it, she didn’t want a whipping and got on her knees and began sucking my fingers. I was aroused by just talking about what i wanted her to do., the fear she had was translated into mouth movement and she sucked and licked each finger, and when she had done both hands twice she said with her head bowed, “Now master can I sit on the seat with you?” I had put my hand in her blouse to feel her breasts. She had no bra, and had nice big ones. As I squeezed them she got closer to me, pressing against my legs. It was quite wonderful. I ignored her question because we were still a large distance from Charlotte. there were frequent stops and people came in our car and saw my slave on the floor as they walked by. Slavery was common in North Carolina, but public tit squeezing was probably not so common. When people were close enough to see what I was doing I let my hand stop.
“Master if your bodyguards got us a blanket we could play underneath it, and you could get at all my body with you hands.” She talked softly but Bucket my key bodyguard heard it, and said, “Sir she’s a nice slave that you’ve acquired, but for security reasons, explained to us by Dean Brantly and because of the tragic death of your friend Sidney we need to check her out in the dining car kitchen. If she checks out we will bring her back with a blanket.
Bucket and one other guard took Sandra out of the car. She did not seem to struggle, but then the big men pretty much carried her off the floor, her legs didn’t touch the floorboard.
About an hour later Bucket came back carrying her case. He first showed me something that looked like a long slender ice pick. “This was on her body. If you had gotten under the blanket with her this would probably be somewhere inside you. She was waiting to ride the train in case you escaped from the military academy.
The train will make an unexpected stop in Crosslands North Carolina where you will get off dressed as a girl. Dean Brantly will meet you and all your guards will stay on the train. If anyone gets off the train with you they will be arrested.
When the train arrives in Charlotte a boy will get off with the woman you enslaved, he will look like you. He will leave the train with your bodyguards. Sandra will give the hand signal that he is you. We don’t know if they will trust her or shoot , or maybe have an explosive to finish him off.
The girl clothes are in the kitchen where the killer girl is tied.”
Sandra looked really good naked. She was hanging on the wall and not looking at me. I put on the dress and long brown wig. I was ready and when I got to the train door the vehicle stopped and I got off with a tall lady. All I carried with me was my gun, which I had hidden in a paper sack, like a lunch. In North Carolina they call paper bags ‘Pokes’. People watching me leave probably thought I had a lunch with me in the bag.
The train started as soon as I got off. We walked quickly to the back of the only building. That’s where Dean Brantly was and he said, “Who is this Phillip?” Meaning the tall woman who was with me.
“I don’t know who she is,” I said, “but she helped me get away.”
“I’m Rachael Davis and I was with my children on the train going to Washington D.C. when two men grabbed me and told me I would be getting off the train with a girl. What will become of me?”
There was a car behind the structure and Brantly said, “Let’s go Phillip” sort of pointing to the car.
“We’re not going to leave this woman out here in no where,” I said.
“We don’t have men out here to really check her for security and she might have a weapon. The girl on the train I understand had a two foot sliver pick concealed under her dress.”
I took off the girl dress and Brantly handed me pants and a shirt. I threw my girl wig on the ground and said, “Look Rachael out here some farmer will probably come along and put ropes on you and march you to a barn like any other stray cow. If you take your clothes off quickly I can take you along as a slave.”
“But what about my children. What will become of them?”
“How old are they? I said.
“Six, ten and the boy is fifteen.”
“Do they have their tickets?”
“Yes”
“Whose meeting them in the Capitol?”
“Their father”.
“No problem, either get undressed or walk away and wait for a farmer by the road.”
She quickly got naked and she was not fat, but not sexy or good looking.
“At least tie her hands,” Bently said. I took part of the girl dress and tied her hands behind her. I didn’t think she was a danger, but then I was fooled by a woman already today.
We drove to an airport and a really small airplane was waiting and Bently sat in the Co-pilots’s seat and the slave and I sat behind them.
My father’s big plane was sitting in Nashville and the small plane went almost up to the gang plank. Brantly said, “Well talk when we get inside Phillip.” I thought,’ I’ll talk to dad when I get in his jet.’ But when we got inside dad wasn’t there. The usual crew that knew me was there I didn’t know their names, but the faces were the same friendly ones that greeted me everytime I flew with dad.
“Your in a rather safe place now Phillip.” Your father was shot yesterday in the head. He was in New York City. He is not dead, but he will not be up and around for months or maybe years. Your older half brother was shot at the same time. He just returned from Brazil, and he was killed. Your mother’s house in London was blown up today, but they were away.”
“Where are they?”
“Still in England, but not where anyone would expect them to be. Your father had detailed plans and her is the folder for C-A. Plan B included your brother, but of course that is all out now.
This is the folder for C-A, but in summary your father does not make final decisions anymore because he can’t. He was talking a little before his brain surgery and wanted swift punishment for his and your brothers shootings. Find out who was involved and make them all very sorry. Also he wanted in C-A for you to assume public control.
The newspapers and media will be full of the shootings, pictures of your mothers bombed home in England.
Do you remember the really stupid school play we did at the military academy last year, where all the cadets had to dress up like Roman soldiers, and you played Nero and everyone marched around and had a crowning ceremony, where you crowned yourself?”
“Yes I never saw the film.”
“That film has now been Hollywoodized. It now has a story line, and will be a big hit. The movie will appear all over the globe, that will happen this week. Another boy was a stand in for you in love scenes and most of the dialogue. His voice and even his hair will look like yours. The movie is a musical and you will be a singing star as well as a political hero..”
“I can’t sing a lick.”
“You won’t even need to sing, unless you want to”
“That’s a relief.”
“At Christmas this year girls will get Phil Strober dolls, it’s a Barbie size. There will be sets of clothing for your doll, royal robes to bathing suits.. Barbie’s were started 400 years ago, and back then they had a Ken boy doll. there was neer a real Ken boy. Oh you’ll also be a GI Joe doll and boys can dress and undress you also.
I think you’ll like this, we have all the girls who had parts in your movie brought to your new home and they will be living there. Your love interest girl will attend events with you. Her name in the story is Veronica. You can call her anything you want. She is your slave. Of course that will be a secret.”
“Where will I live?”
“You’ll be appointed President in the United States, Emperor in the rest of the world. The President is turning his office over to you for life. The Senate will confirm your appointment.”
“I thought you had to be 30 something to be President, or 40, really old?”
“Oh sure by the Constitution, well Nixon walked all over that document and then Clinton and Obama basically pissed on it. Obama was even born in a different country, Kenya. That’s called Obama now and you own it. It’s not worth much, but maybe you’ll think of some use for it. You’ll be the new Elvis Presley son, but someone else can do the singing. You can wear lots of military uniforms, but instead of wars we will arrange elaborate surrenders, and some colorful and expensive executions, full productions.
Your picture will be on the money, international money. You’ll do more movies. Right now each of the Governors who injured your father and killed your brother will have public trials where they will each confess and give graphic details.
After the trials you will decide their fates. You can have exotic executions — maybe two horses going in opposite directions tearing a man apart. On the White House lawn you could have a Merry-go-round using once Governors as the power to turn it. Chain any disgraced senators there to, so that all your little children and their friends can ride.
To get started today Phillip please turn in your folder to, ‘THE EMERGENCY ORDER LIMITING FREEDOM OF MOVEMENT.’
This will force people to draw on a map exactly where they need to go and the times they need to go there. There will be a free pass to ones work and back home. Rich people will be able to purchase a ‘Anywhere Pass’ for big bucks. It will sure be better revenues than toll roads. Any enemies of Phillip Strober will be on the NO PASS LIST. The emergency will start because of the terrorists acts against the Strober family. It will give us so much control as a world government it will never end.
Just sign at the bottom Phillip. Tonight here in Nashville you are going to meet the girl cast of ‘Phillip Strober Crowns Himself’. They are all in your penthouse at the top of the Andy Jackson Hotel. I’m told by their female handlers that most of them have new nities to wear for you. Some decided to wear nothing at all.
Your’s is the most important signature in the world Phillip. Notice how the drying ink just glistens. In a few days a chief in Africa will control the movements of all those under his sway. You Phillip will control all freedom, you are the peaceful savior of the world.
To contact the writer write rcates2@cox.net or fax Ray Cates at 1-352-629-1573 The mailing address is 121 NE 13th Ave. Ocala, Florida 34470
