All characters over the age of eighteen.
The town of Logan, locally known as Hidden Acres, is set apart from the world, not only by its remote location, but by traditions the outside world would call peculiar, at the very least. A significant portion of the town has been brought up and taught the tenets of the Jocaline Order.
This order, at its core, is concerned with love and compassion. The practices the outside world would find objectionable are that the Jocaline Order encourages and instructs its members to share their bodies with family members. Incest is illegal, even in Logan, but the traditions are passed down by those who believe strongly in the Jocaline Order.
Not all tales of Hidden Acres are happy ending fairy tales though. Even in Hidden Acres there are those who must be taught harsh lessons.
Fall 1978
Mary Rammage fretted. Her son Billy was not the kind of man she thought she would raise. She and her husband, George, had done their best to bring up a respectful, honest, hardworking son, but she had to admit to herself that they had failed. Billy was loud, demanding, unappreciative, and demeaning to both his mother and father.
Mary and George were soft spoken people, slow to anger, and deliberative with their words. They had never lashed out at their son in frustration, had always meted out fair and just punishments for his wrong doings, and praised him for his correct actions.
Somewhere along the line Billy learned that he could shout over and bully his parents. He became spoiled and entitled. Even when his father had used the belt, their reprieve only lasted a short while as Mary would cave to his verbal assault when his father wasn't around. This emboldened her son, escalating his behaviors.
Mary knew that the failure was hers, she should have listened to her husband. But she couldn't bear to see her son hurt, even when she knew it was for his own good. The punishments were harder on her than they were for Billy. She kept praying for a sweet young man to emerge, knowing in her heart he was there deep down inside of her son.
Billy's eighteenth birthday had passed three days ago and she knew that the Jocaline Order instructed that she should teach her son the ways of physical love. She was to be his guide into adulthood and mature relationships. It was a rite of passage all mothers in the order took very seriously.
It should have been a giddy moment for Mary, she'd thought of it often while she was pregnant and while Billy had grown up. Things had changed three years ago though, as she began to lose hope that Billy would behave more like a man, instead of an overgrown child. As his eighteenth birthday approached she considered not performing the rite, but that caused her just as much anguish.
"Maybe this is the way we can reach him," George had answered when she asked for his feelings on the matter. Mary could tell her husband was conflicted as well and at a loss for ways to mold their child into the kind of man they could be proud of.
George's mother had been a member of the Jocaline Order and he'd been a guest in her bed on more than a number of occasions. Mary knew that the love George showed her and the way he treated her as a woman, a wife and partner were all thanks to the lessons his mother had taught him. Mary felt it was her duty to perform the same for whatever woman Billy happened to marry.
"This isn't just about him," Mary had argued when George had suggested skipping the rite altogether. "It's for his wife, his future. It's important that he learn these lessons before it is too late." George had reluctantly agreed.
And so Mary Rammage fretted as she sat at the foot of her bed, dressed in a simple nightgown that fell to her ankles. It was not a particularly sexy garment, but she was certain that it wouldn't matter to her virgin son. She had combed her auburn hair until it shone brightly and applied a light lip gloss. Gathering her courage, she grabbed her husband's hand and squeezed. George gave her an encouraging hug before she got up and left their bedroom.
Tip toeing in the hallway, she knew that Billy was still awake by the loud music coming from his room. It was past eleven o'clock on a school night, his lights should have been out. Her stomach was a tight ball of nerves as she made her way slowly to his door. A thousand scenarios raced through her mind, but they all ended with her son learning the lessons she needed to impart.
"Billy?" Mary said as she knocked on his door and then opened it when he didn't answer. The music was so loud he couldn't have heard her over it. She saw him on the bed, propped up on his side as he leafed through a magazine. As Billy flipped it closed she caught the sight of a topless woman on the cover.
"What?" her son snapped. He looked at her with angry eyes. She'd seen the same look from him countless times before. Mary hoped that after tonight that she'd never see them again.
"Can we turn down the music, please?" she asked, stepping to the radio and spinning the knob. "There, that's better."
Turning to face him, she could see the magazine clearly now and others on his bed in a pile. They were all nudie magazines and some of them quite graphic. She spied one where a woman was riding one man, his cock clearly visible going into her vagina, as another cock was approaching her open mouth.
"Baby, you shouldn't have these!" Mary rushed to his bed and tried to push the dirty magazines onto the floor.
"Why the fuck not? I'm eighteen now, I can look at whatever I want!" Billy snatched the magazine out of her hand and pulled the rest close to him protectively.
"Sweetie, that's not real. It's not healthy to look at such things."
"Not real? Ha!" His derisive laughter cut her deeply and she winced. "What the hell do you know? You're just some old fuddy duddy. I'm surprised you even had me. Guess dad got lucky only the one time." He laughed again, a cruel, bitter laugh.
"Baby, listen to me. I'm not a prude, whatever you may think, but those magazines don't explain anything, they don't teach you-"
"What's to explain? You get a hot girl, you get hard, you stick it in her. It's not rocket science, mom.."
"Billy there is so much more than that! There's love, there's commitment-"
"Yeah right," he snorted. "Mom you don't know how the world works anymore. Maybe that was the case when you were growing up, but things have changed. We can have sex before marriage now and the pill means we don't have to worry about pregnancy."
"Billy," she pleaded, her voice giving away that she was on the verge of tears. "Please, baby, let me show you!"
He paused, suddenly looking at her curiously. "Show me?"
Mary heard the skeptical edge in his question. A new, gnawing worry sprang to life on her already overloaded nerves. She had to tread carefully or all of this would go horribly wrong. Swallowing hard, she nodded.
Billy slowly picked up the magazines and set them on his desk that sat next to his bed. He lay back and studied her carefully. "Okay," he said at last.
Mary felt relief as she moved to sit on the edge of his bed, at least she had his attention. Her mind raced as she tried to gather her thoughts. This wasn't how she pictured this moment at all. Without seeing another option, she plunged forward with her rehearsed speech.
"For generations women in Hidden Acres have taught their sons and daughters the ways of intimacy." The words came out of her monotonously, as if she were reading them for the first time from a cue card. Mary knew it wasn't right, but it was all she could do to recite them, even if unfeelingly.
"Holy shit! You were serious? You're going to show me how to fuck?"
"Billy, don't be crude!"
