Man Baby

By B.C. Noel

He was a “daddy baby,” what I didn’t say was a “babies daddy” because this man had an addiction to his wife’s breast milk and kept his wife pregnant fearing her breast milk would run out. He was also the best looking and healthiest man in this small town but a very abusive husband and father.

Save some for the baby, save some for the baby and it hurts Charlie, is what the oldest sibling of ten children but a child herself kept hearing over and over.

Man Baby’s Novel is a very intriguing story which includes sexual situations, verbal, mental and some physical abusive situations. Along with some fantasy and funny moments and an injection of this author’s own religious sentiments.

So, grab a chair and have a seat because B.C. Noel has told a story that is unbelievable, shocking and outrageous all rolled up into a big ball of nerves.

From a poor and humble beginning the main character grows into a beautiful successful entrepreneur. Starting a customer service company that made her a millionaire in just a few months.

This caught the attention of a jealous vindictive wealthy woman who was addicted to drugs but found out what the main character’s company was providing.

While in rehab she called her friend, a top reporter offering her an exclusive interview calling this customer service business a “Man Baby” business.

The interview brought about indictments of indecent exposure, theft by taking, stealing from infants and immoral acts with sexual mischief undertones starting the “Trial of the Century.”

Don’t be surprised when this novel leaves you shaken, your emotion will remain in tack but frazzled and you may have trouble sleeping. You will want to know more of what happens next if you can put this novel down. After all, it is Romance Fiction and a page turner as well.

BC Noel’s novel has something for every person who appreciates a good literary experience with a vivid imagination. You will be emotionally drained but drawn into what this incredible author’s story line has to offer. Man, Oh Man! The sequel to the Man Baby series debuting soon and man, oh man! It’s going to be a “Doozy!” Definition of Doozy, something outstanding or unique of its kind.

Thank you.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Newman Springs Publishing, Inc.
• Release date: Dec 8, 2020
• ISBN: 9781648010668

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Man Baby

B.C. Noel

Copyright © 2020 B.C. Noel

All rights reserved

First Edition

NEWMAN SPRINGS PUBLISHING

320 Broad Street

Red Bank, NJ 07701

First originally published by Newman Springs Publishing 2020

ISBN 978-1-64801-065-1 (Paperback)

ISBN 978-1-64801-066-8 (Digital)

Printed in the United States of America

Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Acknowledgments

To my wonderful and loving husband most importantly, who took the time to offer his suggestions and so much more. Also, to my beautiful daughters who have always proven to me that achieving your goals is the only way to live your dreams. And last but certainly not least, my sisters, I would like to express my deepest appreciation to all of my sisters and brothers for sharing some great stories and some not so great with me. Much love. Thank you all.

Also, for their constructive criticism, creative critiquing of this novel, I couldn’t be more grateful. Thank you, Renee Crews, Ramona Tucker, Leonie Jackson, and Attorneys Leonard Danley and Johnna Lee.

Charlene was one of nine children, and no one could understand why her mother, Sarah, kept having so many children, especially when times were so tough and her father, Charlie, wouldn’t keep a job. This was unheard of in a predominantly white, small rural town in the northwestern corner of Colorado. Charlene’s grandparents were thought to be one of the wealthiest families in this small town and was one of the reasons why Charlene’s father, Charlie, married her mother, Sarah, but she was a beautiful woman in her own way.

Sarah’s parents owned a big house on Main Street and about seventy-five acres of land that they grew and cultivated barley and corn on. That had a small one-room shack that was used to house their field-workers because it wasn’t the south in the 1920s, so they weren’t considered slaves or migrant workers from another country but field-workers who harvested the corn and barely about a mile away from the big house.

Since Sarah’s parents were approaching mid-senior age and times had changed, they could no longer keep paying the field-workers due to the economy.

Just about everyone in their small town was invited to Sarah and Charlie’s wedding and was so happy that Sarah had found someone to love. It was such a grand ceremony until it took just about all of Sarah’s parents’ savings. But they were banking on Sarah’s husband to help, which would have brought in more profit because it was all that they could do to keep up one Acer of the land. Sarah was their only daughter. She had a brother who was tragically killed in a tractor accident a few years earlier, so they welcomed Charlie, Sarah’s soon-to-be husband, into the family with open arms.

They knew very little about him just what he had told them, and that was his name, Charlie Truesdale, and that he was from Grand Junction, Colorado, never married and also worked for a survey company that was surveying the land and cost of properties in the county. When their daughter’s Sarah, took a liking to Charlie, that was wonderful because he could help work the land. That was the impression that Charlie had given them.

Sarah and Charlie married after a short courtship and moved in with her parents just until Charlie could find a job in the area. As far as helping out with the land and chores, he didn’t like working out in the heat, cold, rain, or the fields and would refuse to go out and help. Then word came that Sarah was pregnant with her first child. It was a boy, but Charlie did not want their firstborn son to be named after him. That he didn’t believe in that, which was a little strange to just about everyone, but all were happy for Sarah anyway, so they named Sarah’s firstborn, Joseph, after Sarah’s father.

Charlie found a job selling cars, and as a sales associate, he wasn’t very good at it, and commission was a big part of his salary, so they had to let him go. With no money coming in, Sarah’s parents were helping out as much as they could but were upset with Charlie for not trying or doing more to help out with anything.

Charlie wanted out of their house, so he made a deal with Sarah’s father to cut an acre of land around the big house and the one-room shack to move his family into the one-room shack until he found another job. Her parents didn’t like the fact that their only child was forced to live in this manner, but they agreed reluctantly.

Sarah’s parents knew at that time that Charlie was no good for their only daughter, but it was too late because Sarah was pregnant with her second child, and it hadn’t been two years since Joseph, lovingly referred to as little Joe’s birth. Everyone would whisper about Sarah’s husband, Charlie, and her living in what the town saw as slave quarters, but she had fallen in love with Charlie and always said that things would get better and to pray for them.

Charlie didn’t want his son to be named after him, but he had gladly named his baby girl, Charlene. She was born when the economy had gotten worse, and there wasn’t a job to be found anywhere in or around their small town. Charlie asked Sarah to ask her father if they could sale off some of the land that had been in her family for generations. Sarah refused to ask her father and told Charlie no, and that was when the first abuse to place.

Charlie’s blood boiled over as he turned red in the face, and when he turned back around to her, his hand came down across her face cutting her above her right eye, and then he hit her again, yelling at her as she fell into the stove burning her arm as she caught herself trying to cover her face. She said, Stop, Charlie, you’re hurting me. He told her, You don’t tell me what to do you worthless bitch, and hit her again across her mouth causing her teeth to cut her lip, knocking her to the floor, and then he kicked her in the chest and stomach before he left out calling her names that she had never heard before, slamming the door but turned around and came back in, grabbing her purse, taking what little money she had and left again.

She was hurt bad but managed to pull herself up and made it over to the sink where there was a small mirror and couldn’t believe what he had done to her as she was leaning over the small kitchen counter.

She grabbed a towel and turned on the water in the sink and began trying to clean herself up, trying to figure out what she had said or done that was so bad that it would cause him to do this to her. Sarah then noticed that little Joe, only one and a half years old, was screaming, and Charlene was crying also. Crumpled over, she grabbed her stomach, binding over, and made her way over to the bed where little Joe, her firstborn, was screaming and crying because of Charlie’s loud and abusive screams that had frightened him. When she went to pick him up, she noticed the burn on her arm, which landed on the burner that she had just turned off before the abuse started.

Sarah started crying also while holding little Joe because she had never seen or heard anything like what had happened to her from anyone, not from her father or any other man. She gathered herself and slid over on the bed to quiet Charlene down who had also been traumatized.

Once she got them to settle down, they fell fast asleep, and then she could attend to more of her wounds. She packed the cut over her right eye with all-purpose flour to stop the bleeding as Sarah started sobbing quietly once more, wanting anyone to hug and hold her and tell her that it would be all right, but there was no one whom she could turn to because no one liked Charlie.

When Charlie decided to return home two days later after his outrageous and violent act and saw Sarah, he started crying and said that he didn’t know what had happened to him, that he didn’t know any of that was in him. Also, that he didn’t even remember where he went or what he did while he was gone, only that he had woken up in his car parked on a roadside and that he must have blacked out because he would never do, walking toward Sarah as she backed up.

Charlie said that he was under too much pressure that he must have lost his mind and how could he do this to her and started crying and shaking his head walking over to her. She flinched and backed up once more, so he started crying uncontrollably and fell to the bed. She walked over to him and sat down beside him on the bed as he laid his head on her chest, and she held on to him like a baby.

That’s when Sarah’s breasts started leaking milk, she started to apologize grabbing a towel, he looked up at her and shook his head no Sarah. Raising her blouse to see the black-and-blue bruises on her chest where he had kicked her and started kissing the big bruise. Crying and then kissing her breast, and as he was kissing her breast, Charlie began to licking up the milk that was leaking from her breast.

Realizing and remembering how good the milk tastes, he started nursing her like a baby which gave Sarah, a very special feeling. Then he started on the other breast, and they had sex as Sarah tried to resist the sex, but he insisted saying that he would be gentle and begged to let him love her.

Well, no one knew what happened to Sarah because she was able to cover the black eye and bruises and lie about the burn on her arm to people who saw the burn. Sarah told her daughter, Charlene, years later when she got old enough to know and to understand about all of the abuse and why she never left and stayed with Charlie, but her mother, Sarah, was still in denial that he loved and needed her.

Every time she would ask a question that he didn’t like, he would hall off and slap her and yell words that she wouldn’t repeat then take her behind the curtain and have sex is what Charlene was thinking. But she kept hearing her mother crying, Save some for the baby Charlie, and it hurts, Charlie, please stop.

Charlene knew college was out of the question as far as and education, because she couldn’t even, bring school supplies to her first day of school, and the teacher wouldn’t let her keep asking other classmates for a sheet of paper or pencil, so writing down spelling words was out of the question, along with a passing grade.

She left school after the ninth-grade teacher did not give her a passing grade to high school, but all was not lost in her classes as she tried remembering all that she could, which was a blessing. This gave her a particularly good memory much later on and she was able to help her mother out even more with her other siblings than she was already doing.

Charlene’s father, Charlie, was very abusive to her mother as she would witness on multiple occasions. Maybe it was because he was seven years older than her mother Sarah so, he treated her like a child. She could not question or disagree, even make a facial expression at anything her husband did or said. Sarah took so many beatings and so much verbal abuse from him that at some of those beatings, Charlene and little Joe would intervene and catch a lot of that abuse for their mother, especially when their mother was pregnant with another child. Even then, he didn’t care, and if he had been drinking, their mother could count on a beating for any reason.

It may have been that he didn’t like what she made for his dinner or his food wasn’t hot enough and ready or maybe she acted or looked disappointed in him. It didn’t matter. There was a time when it got so bad that her mother at six months pregnant ran from the house toward her mother’s house, the big house, about a mile away, and her father was too drunk to run after her mother, so he grabbed his shotgun, and Charlene intervened and hit the gun as he fired it at her mother.

He then turned around and hit her with the butt of the gun and yelled at her mother that if she didn’t stop running, he would kill her and Charlene. Then he turned around and beat Charlene until she fell unconscious. Sarah then fell face down on her stomach bleeding from everywhere as Charlie thought that she was dead. Maybe the bullet had hit her as Sarah laid still and face down. He got a blanket and went out to the field and covered her body that was lying face down in the field and sat down beside her until the sun came up, holding her in his arms and crying, What have I done? What have I done? When Charlene regained consciousness, she ran as fast as she could after she had peered out of the only window in the kitchen to see her father setting down in the field, crying, and rocking from side to side holding her mother’s limp body. Charlene ran to her grandmother’s house, thinking her mother was dead, and that her father had finally killed her.

The doctor came out and transported her mother to the hospital after telling them that she was barely alive and needed a lot of blood and to please donate blood as many people as possible in order to save her life. Now the whole town knew of the abuse that Sarah had endured and what she was going through.

Later in the month, her mother recovered from the abuse and the loss of another baby. She told her daughter that she felt the sand kick up from the bullet, that hit the ground, burning her leg as it hit right beside her, and thanked Charlene for saving her life. They both cried and thanked God as Charlene said if Joe had been there, he may have killed his father that night.

The police locked her father, Charlie, up for two months, which was good because it gave her mother a chance and time to heal from all that abuse. That was just one of a few miscarriages or she may have had eighteen brother and sisters if it wasn’t for those miscarriages. When her father, Charlie, was released from prison, he came in crying and promising never to do what he had done again and begged to take him back. It couldn’t be for the money; there was none for love! What kind of love does this? She had planned her father’s death so many times as she would stand over him starring down at him with a knife while he had passed out from drinking too much, and little Joe would grab her hand and pull her away because her brother knew just what she was thinking.

Charlene was the first girl and the second child born into this family of nine, which consisted of four girls, Faith, Grace, Joy, and herself, and five boys, Joseph or Little Joe, Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John. So of course, her older brother and Charlene had to take on a lot of responsibility as Joseph was gone making money any way that he could most of the time.

At the age of twelve years old, Charlene was tall and lanky-looking with big green eyes, not very developed as she was going through puberty, or you could say the ugly stage of puberty, but she felt as if she was a grown woman, never even having a boyfriend but taking care of her siblings like they were her own. At fourteen, Little Jose was tall enough to pass for a sixteen-year-old and got a job working for the railroad but told the railroad company that he was eighteen. Even though they knew that he wasn’t but figured that he needed the job so he could make a little money for the family so, they hired him as a ticket taker.

As the years passed, Charlene watched as her brothers and sisters grew up married and left or just move out to get away from the current situation, leaving home one by one. Charlene found a job in retail that came with a 401K plan, and saving money was very easy because she was still living at home in the one-room shack. So, as her siblings moved out, Charlene was able to help them with their college education expenses, along with the school supplies that they needed to further their education. It was a hard responsibility shielding her younger sibling from the abuse that their mother went through. Sometimes they would try to jump in to help Charlene help their mother and get smacked back in a corner somewhere, and everyone would end up crying. Their mother felt so sorry for them, looking at them also crying and looking so helpless.

Charlene’s father, Charlie, wondered why she never married or dated much but accepted that maybe she was just one of those wired people or maybe she was asexual or maybe too selective, but Charlene didn’t care.

She would just say that selective meant to her that she could and would select to be whatever she chooses to be, select what she wanted to do, but selected for now to work as a sales clerk in a high fashion clothing store in Denver, Colorado, and that was selective to her.

Ms. Hannah was the owner of the small but beautiful boutique store, and when Charlene started working there, Hannah could see that Charlene only had one black dress, so she bought Charlene two dresses and three suits because she had grown into such a beautiful young lady. She taught her everything about selling and customer service as well. Charlene and her mother, on some occasions, would go up to the town hall when a live band came to town like the time a country-western band came to town. The band sang and played a song named Charlene, and everyone made her feel so special, plus Charlene loves to line dance even at a young age.

Charlene had developed into a very beautiful young lady. She had "long legs, long fire-red thick and beautiful hair with hazel-green eyes, full lips, and a skin tone which left you wondering what her nationality truly was. Which was one-half Irish on her father’s side and one-half Italian on her mother’s side. Plus, she was reasonably intelligent, smart enough anyway to lie about her education, and wise enough to delegate to other’s what she didn’t know how to do like typing. She taught herself to read and figure out basic math problems.

Charlene decided to get her an apartment at twenty-five years old as she was working as a sales clerk in a fashion store, and her father had begun to treat her mother a whole lot better since they bought a home in the city of Denver, and her mother worked in a sewing factory that made sleeping blankets for the army.

The welfare officials finally caught up with Charlene’s father and said jail or job and put him to work for the city and county parks division. Charlene didn’t know what else they had told her father Charlie, but he was afraid to lose that job.

However, it did not do much to change his personality because her father was very good looking, and a lot of women were ready and willing to give him anything that he wanted, which was the cause of many problems right along with a lack of income and drinking.

This was why they lived in a one-room shack with just curtains separating sleeping quarters of girls from the boys and a kitchen with a stove, an icebox known as a refrigerator nowadays, a park bench and table for the kitchen, setting area and an outhouse a few feet away with a washtub and toilet inside. They kept a pee-pot inside to use at night, so things were much better now that they all were working and had moved to the city.

But Charlene always wondered why her father, Charlie, never left her mother because he could have had any women that he wanted but chose to stay