My Memoir: Part 19-Z:
Esther LeBaron McDonald de Spencer —
And Polygamy On The Down-Low

Me, Bill and baby: Side views
18-year-old Beulah Stephany Spencer-LeBaron de Tucker with 28-year-old husband William Preston Tucker and our six-month-old Asenath Marie Tucker,

Women Beware:
Philanderers are Opportunists: Big Pretenders.
They will tell anybody anything they want to hear.
How can you tell if they’re lying?
Their lips are moving.

If a person will break a marriage contract,
he or she will break any contract.

A conman gains a woman’s “con”fidence,
then conjures up dishonest and illegal means to trick her:
Womanizers are cons/sociopaths:
Like convicts, they have no respect for The Rule of Law.

Every lady’s man I’ve ever known
has turned out to be a con
and a bisexual on the down-low.
But it takes two to tango.
Men can’t do it without a predatorial
or wanton woman’s help.
Stephany Spencer

I left off in the last blog “My Memoir: Esther LeBaron-McDonald de Spencer– And Polygamy On The Down-Low, Part 19-Y” stating:

On our way back home to Colonia LeBaron, bisexual Bill’s punishment ended! He returned to taking advantage of how well he fit if I made the first move… and the other person in the back of the truck wouldn’t know.

But how is it I ended up on this trip Bill hadn’t “specifically” said I could go on? Well, I complained to my older sister Doris, Stephen’s plural wife, saying:

“Bill still has not given me a definite answer as to whether or not I can go on the trip with him. Each time I ask him, he simply responds, ‘You can probably go. I’ll see.’ And we’re supposed to leave tomorrow!”

She quipped, “Well, the way to handle that is to have your suitcase packed so you can grab it and hop in the back of the truck just as the engine starts up and they’re about to pull out.

“I’ll be in the back of the truck to help you. Bill will be up in the cab with Stephen; so you’ll be well on your way to Guadalajara and my house before Bill knows you’ve made up his mind for him!

I’ll let you know what time they plan to leave in the morning. We’ll sure teach Bill to give you a definite answer in the future so you’ll know whether or not to get a babysitter and be packed and ready to go!”

As it turned out, I had my suitcase packed and was at the truck when Bill came to get in. Being concerned about how he looked to others and unable to handle controversy, Bill put out his hand and graciously helped me get on the truck along with my luggage! So he inadvertently gave me permission to go. His saying he didn’t give me permission to go showed lack of integrity on his part, and a penchant for blaming me for his own doing’s.

Day after day, as the time for Bill’s trip to Guadalajara had approached, he had left me up in the air … dangling. Didn’t bother to let me off the hook. Kept pretending he was going to take me with him when he really had no intentions (I now realize) of being with anyone but Stephen and the gay sex life in Guadalajara.

Stephen, who had been living and working there for a while, had so raved about life in that city. But he had me believing he was raving about the city of Guadalajara, it’s self. Apparently, he never let on to anyone but Bill that it was the gay life there he was raving about!

Oddly enough, Bill was not taking either of his other two wives on this five-day trip. And it was definitely my turn, long since, to go somewhere with him! But as usual, once on the trip, Bill made sure I wouldn’t much enjoy it; and wouldn’t be able to develop any intimacy with him.

Now I realize whenever he did not take one of his wives with him, it was because he wanted to be with a boyfriend — or alone in the dark fucking “bushes” in the park.

Bill didn’t want to be with me, as young, beautiful, and sexy as others said I was. You are a ten on the ‘Richter’ scale,” said my brother-in-law Sigfried Widmar. “Any man would be proud to walk with you on his arm.” And almost every Plyg in town wanted to.

But Bill didn’t need nor love me. I realize now, unless he could use women to his advantage, they were not his preference. He was a Big Pretender, a charmer, a womanizer who said one thing, did another — an Opportunist who would tell a person anything they wanted to hear — such as, I realize now, “I love you.” How could you tell if he was lying? His lips were moving.

But Bill was further put off by me because I didn’t “bite”–  didn’t respond when his lesbian wives tried to bring me into “the family,” at Bill’s behest. I was totally naïve and unaware of what the advances of his wives meant. Didn’t know lesbianism existed.

Even had I ever been told about it by such as my parents, they would have told me it was a terrible sin. So it was nothing I would ever have wanted to be involved in — if ONLY because I was not sexually attracted to women.

The whole five years I was with Bill, I didn’t know such things as menages a trois existed, either — far less that some families in Mormon Fundamentalism participated in threesomes and group sex behind closed doors. I mean very closed. Because it was very against our religion!

Continued in “My Memoir: Esther LeBaron McDonald de Spencer — And Polygamy On The Down-Low, Part 20-A

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