GEOFFERY ALFRED FOUT THE UNCLE WHO MOLESTED ME

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A short letter I wrote to my Uncle Geoffrey A Fout owner of Keagan's in Virginia Beach, VA who molested me when I was 5 years old. His public address as found on the internet is 3176 Mansfield Lane
Virginia Beach, VA 23457. Or, call the bitch who allowed myself, my Aunt Robin Lyn who killed herself to be molested for eight years as well as my own Mother, her name is Ruth Ann Fout, 5012
Ashforth court, Virginia Beach, VA 1-757-497-6703. All information I provide is public knowledge and the details in the story are fact, not the subjective opinion, but objective fact. Molestation
destroys lives, and he destroyed mine. All I wish is for an apology and retribution of some kind, or he can plead his case before God and suffer in the lack of fire.

Submitted: May 05, 2015

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GEOFFERY ALFRED FOUT THE UNCLE WHO MOLESTED ME

by Michael Dale Sipes, Jr.

Geoffrey Fout, what a fucking joke. The only thing you can say when confronted by my recollection of you molesting me is, um well I know where this is going have a good life, bye. It is a testament of your character that you can reach out to a complete stranger on a forum in which you have never used, yet you cannot reach out to your own blood on that same forum to say I am sorry for molesting you 32 years ago. All it takes is an unpretentiousness belief and the ability to go beyond human arrogance and pride to bring closure to that which is forever nagging at the deepest recesses of your subconscious. I have to say, you have definitely reached into my subconscious, for I dream of you almost every night. Something I have spent many hours discussing with multiple psychiatrists and psychotherapist over the past 18 years since I finally found the courage to discuss how you molested me and the effect it has on so many aspects of my life. That particular day that forever changed my life, I remember it well as if it were yesterday. You see you may have taken my innocence, created severe personality issues, gender issues and taken away my chance at a normal life with a wife and children, but God has given me a brilliant mind with an IQ over 140, a memory that is almost photographic and a boatload of common sense and I am grateful to God for these gifts. They brought me a great deal of success very quickly in life and an understanding few people have of the Cosmos. That day is especially vivid in my mind. Let me set the scene as I recall it from my extraordinary memory, the red shaggy carpet, celery green thermal curtains covering the patio doors, the dining room had a simple table, hutch adorned with plates, the furniture in the downstairs was early American with scenes of colonial times, horses and carriages with matching couch and chair. There was a painting on the dining room wall of a man breaking bread and praying, also in the dining room was a painting of a semi-truck to remind the entire family of where their bread or food came from, home interior pictures, a black iron rod lantern with candle, three brass plates adorned with grapes and other fruits, under the stairs was a book case, although that was not it’s given name, it had encyclopedias and Fenton glass objects my Mother had bought as gifts, a set of praying hands, Papal’s recliner that had a smoke stand next to it, I remember playing with his toupee as a child while he sat in that chair, on the wall above the couch was a fountain with ferns, a gold clock shaped like a square turned on its corner with two matching sconces on both sides and below, that funky western couch with you laying on it, head facing towards those celery green shades wearing jeans, t shirt, and socks. The moment you told me to come over to you, and the very instant you took my hand and forced it upon your erect penis. Even in my child mind, I knew that something was wrong and how I must have frightened you with my apprehension of your approach. I remember going to Nanny (Ruth Ann Fout) as she was cooking dinner and telling her what had happened, how she went into the living room, you now rolled over and acting as if asleep. She asked if you had bothered me and you lied, replying that you were sleeping. Convincing you were since you had taken two small throw pillows and buried your face into them having your face turned towards the back of the couch.  Later after dinner and after things had settled down, you followed me into the bathroom later that evening, putting your hand around my throat pushing me against the wall, something I saw you do to Nanny on occasion as well. I remember everything in vivid detail and I wish I could forget, but my mind won’t allow it. How anyone could or would dismiss something so evil from the mouth of a 5-year-old is beyond me. Children do not lie about being molested, especially children so young and innocent, they don’t know to lie, they don’t know what erections are for and so on, so the only person lying was you and Nanny was lying to herself about the truth she knew in her heart. Of course, I am not just stating ugly facts about the Fout family, the Sipes family has equally shameful deeds in it. My own Father whoring around getting arrested for picking up a prostitute while my Mother was pregnant with Bronson, or my own Mother giving blowjobs behind dumpsters, or so my Father said to me when I was merely 8 years old. I can take it just as much as I can dish it out, but I accept the facts and with humility and honesty. Unbeknownst to me until my early twenties, I learned about the true severity of the molestations in the Fout household, by the victims themselves.  I had no idea that molestation was rampant in the Fout family and that Robin was molested from the age of 5 to 13, or 8 long torturous years along with my own Mother later on as he became more bode and brazen with his needs. Its coincidental that the age of 5 seems to be an age when predators think they can molest someone but still think the child is naïve enough that they will forget it, or inarticulate so that they cannot explain in detail what was done on them, hence the old show me where he touched you on the doll comes to play.  I was 5 when you molested me and didn’t need a damn doll to explain what happened, Robin was 5 when she was first molested by Mark. For instance, Mark, your Brother, who apparently shares some of the same genes with, started molesting my own Mother at one point. It was Mark’s job to wake my Mother and Robin for school in the morning. He would sneak in a little early and feel her breast as she was in twilight sleep, but my Mother woke up with him feeling her breast man times. She finally found the courage to knock on Nanny and Papal’s door one morning after a breast exam by Mark and the one who came to the door was Nanny. My Mother told her that Mark was Feeling her breast before waking her for school. So the next morning you would figure someone else would be responsible for waking her up, Nope, same thing, Mark waking her up, feeling her breast and so on, nothing was done. Robin being chased up the steps by Mark with a knife in his hand demanding she perform sexual deeds on him. My Mother was at the top of the steps when this happened and was in the process of fighting with Tommy and she threw a coat hanger that got stuck in the door and was beaten severely for it. Seems like the beating should have been on Mark, but no he got off, no pun intended, free to go on about his business. Because he was Alfred’s son. Nanny was in one hell of a huge denial, I can now understand why she took Valium, just as I do, in a pharmaceutical attempt to dull the memory, to dull the sense of reality which she and I both don’t want to accept. But unfortunately, she had to just live with it, she had to endure it, meaning endure her Alfred, it was her only way of living, to survive, was to accept the situation and live on with a family that was dysfunctional and a husband who was sexually dysfunctional. These are not fairy tales of the Fouts, no this is pure objective knowledge from the mouths of those involved, to include Nanny herself. Who told me that she hadn’t had sex in over 20 years and that was in 1990.  Robin would often joke and tell me that what Nanny needed was a good orgasm. I was only 14, but I agreed. I said maybe she needs a vibrator. Some were privy to be told Alfred had prettiest disease, where you’re like a priest and don’t have sex, or can’t have. There is no such disease, it’s called erectile dysfunction, plain and simple. When Robin went to Nanny for advice on her marriage with Scott she was told that although she doesn’t love him, she will learn to love him, same as she has Alfred, that Scott made good money and she needed a husband to support her and feed her kids. Hearing Nanny speak of my biological grandfather and the stories she told countless times, made me realize that she was actually telling those stories to cover up something, to convince not only herself but others of a lie that was being kept. I found out that lie only several years ago. Nanny was seeing Alfred while my biological grandfather was in Germany in the Army. My Mother remembers going to see Alfred on several occasions. So while Nanny ranted and raved about my grandfather having an affair on her while in Germany, it was really her who had the affair and she was desperately trying to convince others and fix history in her own mind so she could feel less guilt. There is much more, a lot more than I know but one last tidbit of the secret life of Ruth and Alfred, Robin who looks nothing like my Mother is actually not the child of Thomas Bass and my grandmother, it’s the child of a man whose identity she will take to her grave and to hell. It would have taken a miracle for a child to have the knowledge to formulate such a lie. I guess if anyone can pull off miracles its surely you, for no family member in their wildest dreams would have seen you as anything more than a mediocre High School student, a college dropout and a corn picking pizza slinger. I do give you accolades for your success in the restaurant business, but if truth were to be said those accolades should be given to your Mother, one hell of a cook in her time. Geoff, I will never go away, I will always be in your thoughts and if you chose not to man up and do the right thing while here on Earth in this spiritual earthbound plane, then your only chance is to plead insanity before God on judgment day, if you truly believe in God and the teachings of the bible. Most have not read the bible, only sit like sheep amongst a heard of dolts being fed only what someone wants you to hear, and only hearing what they want to hear. I am not a sheep amongst the herd, I am not a follower, but a leader. I am not the young naïve boy you used to degrade and humiliate every time you saw me, because my mere presence brought forth painful memories for both of us. Nanny has denied me a relationship to save your purity and innocence in her own mind. She was unable to accept the truth of her own indiscretions and yours and unfortunately her only way of dealing with it was to remove me from her life, which she has and although it’s painful and I have made numerous attempts to regain her love, I have failed because of you. She lives in a perpetual state of denial, just as you do. You have taken from me my innocence as a child. You made me think of sexual matters and men when I should have been thinking about riding bikes and playing with my friends. Your act of molestation forever altered my sexual maturity into something that I am ashamed of and yet have no control over except to practice complete celibacy. Is that fair to me, a human being Geoff? If I were to take from you something precious, some integral part of your being and you had no control over it, could not change it, and it forever altered your life, your decisions, your vernacular, your core, could you accept it, or would you want retribution in some form?  You took so much from me beyond my childhood innocence, including having a family of my own, a child, a son to carry on my name, my genetic material in the fundamental attempt to give me a sense of eternal life on Earth which is what we are born to do.  What price must you pay for the price I have paid for your actions? Ignoring me will not make me go away, for I know you think of me in the deepest recesses of your subconscious. When will you let go of your pride and submit to the truth? You do not accept that your own Father, someone I loved dearly has died. You wear that ring around your neck, not as a reminder of your Father, but because you cannot accept the truth, you carry not only your burden, but continue to carry his. I do not mean to make light of the significance of wearing that ring, but like Frodo the ring around your neck symbolizes many burdens which like the one you carry concerning me, binds you and controls you. I will let you think about what I have said, and I want to make sure several things are very clear, I will never forget, I will never go away, I will always be watching, listening, reading, writing and waiting for the day that I read your obituaries. Sadly, my beautiful Aunt Robin committed suicide two years ago because of the child abuse, constant rape and rejection by her own mother, how I miss her. However, step foot on my property and the Castle law is in effect...Call the bitch up and give her a piece of your mind. 1-757-497-6703.

 

 
 
 


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