Chapter 2 - Skipper's Story
October 11, 1997 - Tulsa Oklahoma

"I'll quit the band," Tweedle-Tay said, looking deeply into my eyes.

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Tweedle-Tay quitting the band. The very idea of it was ridiculous. Tweedle-Tay loved the band. He loved the music, the interviews, the fans...... he wouldn't give all of that up for a girl, even if that girl was his identical twin sister. "You're going to quit the band?" I asked, to make sure I was hearing correctly.
"Yes," he said. "If you don't let Michaela stay with us, I'll quit the band. You might think Michaela being around would ruin the band's image but I can assure you, the affect of the lead singer going missing would be much worse."
I smiled. "Tweedle-Tay, Michaela is not going to be staying here. I won't have her in our house."
Tweedle-Tay looked me squarely in the eye. "Then I guess I'll just have to quit the band."
I nodded. "I guess you will. It's your loss. Neuton can be our lead singer and resident heartthrob."
Neuton smiled. "Tay, are you sure you want to give up your coveted position. Are you sure you want the girls to scream, 'Neut! Neut!' rather than 'Tay! Tay!'"
Michaela laughed. "As if!" she said. We all looked at her. "I'm sorry," she said. "I'm shutting up."
"Of course I want the girls to scream for me, but I also want Michaela to stay. If Michaela leaves, I quit the band."
"Well then," I said. "I guess it's settled. Tweedle-Tay is no longer a member of Manson."
I could see that Tweedle-Tay was already beginning to crack. He was looking at his mother with pleading eyes, but all Fergie said was, "Sorry Tweedle-Tay, sorry Michaela, but your father knows best. I guess you both lose out."
I snickered. "I couldn't have put it better myself. You see Tweedle- Tay, you are not the first to fall under the spell of the beautiful, witty, charming and clever twin sister. Like the others you will soon realise that you are wrong. By then it will be too late. But who am I to tell you what to do? The only thing I say to the two of you is - get out of my house!!! You have to be out of the house by 5pm tonight. Pack your things and leave."
Tweedle-Tay looked shocked. "What?"
"You heard me. You don't want to be involved in the family business and you are falling under the devil's spell. You are no longer a Manson. Get out of my sight!!!"
Michaela stood up and said, "Daddy, you are pure evil." She walked out the room.
Tweedle-Tay began to follow her and said, "I will not betray my twin sister."
"Neuton!" I said sternly.
"Yes?"
"Would you leave too?" Fergie asked.
"Okay."
At last Fergie and I were alone. "You're not really going to send them away are you?" she asked.
"Of course not," I said. "I want to see their succumb to lust, as all twins before them have. I want to revel in their downfall. But I don't want them to be part of our family."
"So what do you propose we do?" Fergie asked.
"We'll lock them in the attic for as long as possible. By the time they get out they'll be physically and psychologically destroyed. They will have been punished for being what they are......"
"Right. I'll tell them that you don't want them in the house and I'll say that I can't stand the thought of them on the streets so they'll have to stay in the attic until you want them back."
"Fergie," I said. "You are truly brilliant."