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So I eliminate names and numbers from my black book. My black book now contains the names and numbers of women 26 to 40 that hunger to be in my lair. These women are frustrated both emotionally and physically with men, they have dated and attempted to have a relationship with. They know entering my lair requires commitment to multiple animalistic sessions, but the results are multiple orgasms and sexual euphoria. After the sessions they are emotionally and physically satisfied, their bodies ravished requiring a week to recover. I flew to Chicago to see Bianca, she is a 34 year old Asian model. I went to Bianca's apartment, She answered the door with arms full of laundry. Since it is a Saturday she is busy trying to get everything done so that she can then relax and enjoy herself. To her surprise it is me at the door. I had never went to her place - I was always too busy - but here I am, and there is a funny look in my eyes..." Hi John, come on in and make yourself at home while I put the wash on." She pointed to the living room with her elbow and went into the hall way, not realizing that I had followed until she turned around and found me standing there, that funny look still on my face. " John? Was there something you wanted?" she asked politely. She had been taught to be polite.

" I heard a rumor today, Bianca." My voice is thick with the drink, she can smell on my breath. " John, can't this wait till tomorrow?" " No Bianca, it cannot." " All right, John, why don't we go into the living room?" she offered, and is puzzled when I shook my head. " No, here is fine." " John?" She tried to step back as I moved towards her, a strange look in my eyes and my hands stretched out to grab her. " John, what are you doing?!" She tried to get away, but I held her tight, my hands moving over her body. " Rumors have it that you are the biggest slut in the office, and I intend to find out if these rumors are true," I growled, grabbing her by the shoulders and dragging her into her bedroom and onto her bed. I held her in place as I hissed, " Are you the biggest slut in the office?" " No John, I have not had sex in a long time!" Bianca moaned. I stood up abruptly. " I'm going to see for myself... Get out of your clothes and spread your legs. I want to fuck you." Bianca has only seen this look in my eyes once before and she realized that if she didn't obey I would tear her clothing from her. She didn't want that to happen. " Yes John." She slowly unzipped her jeans and reluctantly pulls them down, followed by her panties, her white, practical, cotton panties. " All the way off, Bianca. I want your legs spread wide when I fuck you." " Yes John." She took off her slippers and slid her jeans and panties off with them. She was going to lie down again, but my voice stopped her. " No, Bianca. I want you naked for this."

Bianca looked at me for a brief second as if I had lost my mind, but she didn't dare make a sound or show reluctance, not with me looking this way; not with me being horny. " Yes John." She slipped her t-shirt over her shoulder, then undid her bra with the clasp at the back and removed this also. " Now lie down," I ordered. " Spread those legs, Bianca. Bend your knees, hold them in your hands and keep still." I knelt between her legs and work my fingers into her pussy, feeling her very tight pussy. It is still very tight, just as I had known it would be. I shook my head, when Bianca tried to get up to get dressed, saying: " Sorry, Bianca. I must admit I didn't fly all this way just to see if you were doing your exercises and using the products." My voice is calm, though containing a hint of menace.
" John?" Bianca didn't understand. This was her boss, not one of those guys she had to contend with day after day. " Please, John, you're scaring me!" " Am I, Bianca? Good, because I want you to be scared." This wasn't the man, she knew. This is a stranger, a monster... " John...!" " Another word, Bianca, I'll ruin your modeling career."
Bianca is speechless. John was going to have sex with her. But why? She hadn't done anything to deserve it. She wanted to fight me as my hands touched her in places no one else had ever touched, but the look in my eyes – was primal lust. Bianca lay still as I squeezed her tits, sucked them and moved down to her pussy. I stripped myself naked while kneeling over her, ensuring that Bianca went nowhere until I was ready for her to go. She can't take her eyes off me and when she saw my cock, she almost fainted.

It is the size of a horse's cock, if not bigger, and it isn't fully erect. Bianca is mesmerized by it, as I move down between her spread legs. I maneuver to a position where my cock head pressed against her slit, then without warning I thrust myself inside her, muffling her scream with my mouth. Blood flows out of her cunt from the tender walls being abraded by my cock, the pain is excruciating at first. I continue to fuck her until she relaxed, seeming to surrender and become more willing to accept my monster cock inside her. " Good. Now keep those legs spread wide, Bianca." She didn't think of hesitating or refusing, spreading her legs wide like before, bending her knees and holding them to her with her arms. " Well, Bianca, you are in for a treat today." She shook her head from side to side, she never thought she would have sex with me. I didn’t give a damn. All she got out of my gesture is pain of having her legs yanked brutally wide. Knowing what I intended, she is paralyzed with fear, fear of the pain she knew would come, the pain she can do nothing to prevent. The realization chilled her more than anything else. My first thrust is searing pain. Her tightness robbed from her, unaccustomed to any sort of intrusion, protesting loudly to me. Her pussy feels like a ring of liquid fire. She is not very wet. I didn’t care, I simply pushed on despite the resistance. When the pain of me stretching her very tight pussy, she could no longer her scream, she screamed out in agony.

Tears are flowing down her face as she realized that her torment would probably last all night. It quickly became obvious, though, that I was getting impatient. I had fucked her with long hard strokes and she had more or less gotten use to it. Suddenly, I speeded up, starting to push my cock deeper and harder. Holding her by the waist, I'm pulling her into my thrust, ensuring that every stroke went as deep as possible. My large body laying on top of her small body made a sound as it collided with her, but the strength of my thrusts are punishing. Her tears keep flowing as she sobbed. I put my entire body into the fucking, I'm grunting as I push myself as far into her as I could get as my cock released the first load of the night. It feels hot and slimy as it filled her, a strange feeling, but soothing after the fiery pain of the penetration. She realized that I was going to fuck her sore pussy until I got tired – which could take a long time. Her pussy is filled with flowing fire from the friction of my cock sliding back and forth. As I continue fucking her, her pussy now feels like molten lava. Though my saliva had coated it, I encountered resistance due to its girth. Her body is wrecked by agony, she threw herself around in the hopes of escaping from my impalement. But I held her legs in a grip as hard as stone, nullifying all her exertions. Then my cock reached her cervix, she almost fainted as it is forced against her cervix. Her pussy gripped my cock like a vise, easing her pain.

I establish a steady rhythm of fucking, causing her mild pain. My large bulk makes it impossible to fuck fast, but I mt weight behind my thrusts, I use this pinning her down. My cock slides out slowly then slides forward until my pelvis is against her pussy. Suddenly, my cock started swelling… she can guess at the meaning of that, her guess turns out to be right. Seconds later, I exploded into her pussy. My load came with even more force than before, and I kept on cumming. This time I continue to shoot into her. Without being able to tell time, she figures that I kept filling her for more than five minutes – maybe ten! After a few minutes, she got a funny feeling in her abdomen, that feeling gradually changed to pain as she is filled by the continuous stream of cum. The more cum I pumped into her, the more the pressure forced my cock back and the tighter her pussy is sealed. She can do nothing but mewl in pain.
I finally stopped shooting off, she thought I was finished with her. My monster cock forced her to keep my cum inside her. Had she not been on the pill, I could have ensured her impregnation, by preventing leakage. She is forced to lie there for more than fifteen minutes, enduring the pressure inside her, before my cock finally starts to go limp. The pain is there, but she welcomed it because she knew it would mean relief soon. As soon as the thickest part of my cock came out, the cum leaked out, completely soaking the bed and her thighs. Now satisfied, I left her to sleep.
Her physical and mental fatigue is great, she took a long hot bath before going back to sleep. She washed the cum off her body, but somehow she still feels dirty when she came out of the water. She feared for tomorrow, but what could she do? Nothing, except go to sleep and hope for the best.

The following day, I acted like nothing had happened, ignoring her like I use to. For a while, she felt hopeful… maybe I had regretted my action, and would not repeat it? She expected to get the answer to that by evening, but she found out sooner than she had expected. It is 2 pm, we had just returned from a long lunch, " Bianca, go to the bedroom." She turned around, I couldn’t mean that, could I? It is early afternoon, then she saw the bulge in my pants, she knew I meant it. She walked over to me, feeling the fear she had experienced last night return, she had thought it couldn’t get worse, but now I'm demanding a blow-job. When she reached me, I pulled my cock out of my pants. My cock is rock hard, pointing forward at an angle. I sit on the end of the bed with my legs spread, making it easy for her to reach it. Bending down and smelling the sweaty scent of my hairy balls. The faster she got my rocks off, maybe I would leave. She quickly swallowed my cock. She found that she could allow it into her throat with a minimum of discomfort, probably owing to the forced deep-throat last night. Necessity is a good teacher. Regardless, she noticed how the involuntary contractions of her throat had stimulated me, now beginning consciously massaging me with her throat muscles. She would swallow, constrict-constrict, pull back and lick mt cock head, repeating this pattern several times. Soon, she had me squirming and groaning: “ Bianca!”

Reluctantly complying, she backed up a little and opened her mouth, while I closed one hand around my cock and jerked it a few times. I had obviously been very close, I came after two strokes. My accuracy is remarkable, my first wad hitting her mouth. She swallowed quickly and opened her mouth again, not daring to displease me in any way. She swallowed the next wad, when I finally stopped shooting. What happened next, surprised her, I tell her what to do, I picked her up and turned her around, just like I had done last night. “ Please John!” She prayed, hoping that I would extend her the mercy of not fucking her still sore pussy, which had not recuperated from last night's ordeal. “ Bianca,” I grinned, surprising her. I pushed my hard cock into her pussy, while my finger caressed her clit, giving her pleasure. She moans, enjoying sex for the first time. My finger rubbing her clit brought her to an orgasm for the first time. She feels like she is drowning in pleasure, when it suddenly is replaced by excrucating pain. A look between her legs, I had forced my my monster cock into her all the way, stretching it more than before. I hadn’t given her a chance to get use to the girth within her, I start fucking her hard as soon as I got it in. My hands are holding her in place, a necessity since the strength of my thrusts would have sent her forward.

She is stretched to the point of tearing. She wonders briefly whether I will stop fucking her if her pussy tore, but quickly dismissed the thought. It is too sickening to consider. The stretching feels like she is giving birth, she is pulled from those hazy thoughts when I erupted inside her. My cock was a tight fit, when I finished, she was not surprised by the order I whispered in her ear. She assumed her submissive position, with her head on the bed and her ass high in the air. There was no point in giving me an excuse to fuck her harder. Her preconception was confirmed when she feels my cock entering her ass. It is still sore from the previous night, she feels stretched but that changed after I had done four strokes, when my cock swelled in size. Had it not been for the experience with me before, her ass would have been torn open, but the pain is just as blinding as the previous night. I was neither gentle nor careful, I thrust fully into her as soon as I was sure that I was lodged within her. After a few thrusts, that left her grinding her teeth in pain, I took her in the same grip I had used previous night, lifting her into the vertical position. The difference is that, due to the different angle of approach, this position afforded better anal penetration than the doggy position I had used before. I attained full penetration as she is forced down onto my cock , stretching the sensitive sore skin of her ass around my fat base. Her ass stretched took in my cock to the hilt, causing her excruciating pain in the process. While the pain has not lessened, she found that she was getting used to it, that she is able to ignore it, at least in part. Doing so, she became conscious of the pleasure I was intentionally causing her. The feeling of warmth and fullness in her ass again, feels somehow erotic and she suddenly found herself on the brink of cumming. Although this is only the second time she tried it, she felt that she was getting addicted to it. That maybe she would again engage in these filthy, humiliating and painful acts voluntarily, just to experience that blinding pleasure again.

Her screams of pain turned to mewls of pleasure as it hit her. The pleasure flooded over her and she is drowning in it. While it happened, her body responded eagerly to me. She pushed herself down on my hard cock, enjoying even the pain in her ass as the orgasm turned everything to pleasure. When she came down, a few minutes later and realized what she had done, she felt humiliated. For the first time, she realized she helped me to abuse her body and she knew within herself that she had not done it out of fear or anything else. She simply wanted me to do it so that she could experience the effects it had on her. A few seconds later, I started fucking her with long hard strokes. As I came, I thrust up with all my might, most of my load filled her ass. Finished, I dropped her on the cum-covered bed beneath us. She lay there panting while I left, not caring that the bed, she was lying on was a mess. Her ass is smarting, from having my cock buried inside a second time. She slowly dragged her way to the bathroom for a hot bath.

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It was a dark night as I made my way quickly down the cobbled street. Figures, the moon would be hidden tonight, hell a full moon at that. Turning I could swear that there was someone following me. Shit, now wasn’t the time to get caught out without my protection. Hurriedly I made my way to the door of my flat. Phew, at least here I was partially safe. I could feel the magic influence and my wards. For a moment just a moment I thought I caught the sight of a female. That was all I needed was...

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Reflections

He once told me I'd probably kill myself before I was 40. When I realized "my god" as he referred to him had indeed forsaken me. We always had this discussion in a bar, mostly as he nursed the last beer he rushed to order as the bartender yelled last call. As we discussed his bleak prediction of my doomed future, his hands ran up and down my thighs under my short sun dress, never quite going high enough for my taste. "You're wrong." I laughed. "You see, God made me disabled so I can...

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Reflections of the Previous Night

Taylor Laurent sat in the booth waiting for the clock to hit 7:30, when the ticket office for Cabaret would open. blink Suddenly she was back in his condo the night before---against that very wall; the one with the Edward Hopper painting, New York Movie hanging so crookedly on it; the one behind her back when she enthusiastically kissed him good night. blink Back to the booth and hoping that the first customer, a heavy-set woman with a fur wrap on a 92° evening stood waiting for the window...

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Reflections in TimeChapter 3

“Let’s get this booty into the house, then we’ll go there now.” “Mr. Sandusky, will you? I will be your slave for life, and Juana will also, if we are together again. She loves me like a sister and I love her so much.” “There will be no slaves in this family, though I may make you pretend,” I laughed. “I love to pretend. Make me do something now, Mr. Sandusky.” “Get on your knees and suck his cock like I showed you, Monica, make him give you a big load of his sperm and swallow all of it,...

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Reflections in TimeChapter 4

“I think we need to lock the place up, turn on the security system and hit the road in the RV. We can have fun, show Juana and Monica the highways, cities, and the open country, while we think of what to do with our loot and if we really want to keep this up,” I offered. “Let’s hit the road, Dad. We’re packed and we can stop to buy Monica and Juana some clothes, at least enough for us to go in places to shop and eat,” Annie laughed. “Will we go back into the mirrors to do this?” Juana...

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Reflections in TimeChapter 6

When we came to the campground at the lake, I slipped some sweats and a shirt on to register. We were in luck, there weren’t many campers during the middle of the week, and it was already time for school to start too. I asked for a secluded spot in the RV section and the young woman at the park desk smiled. “You should have all the privacy you need, Mr. Sandusky. Most of our part time help has gone back to school, and we’re on a minimum detail until we close later this fall.” “Thanks for...

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Reflections in TimeChapter 7

When Linda moved her pussy away from my cock, I felt like pulling her back and fucking her right here in the lake. I looked to see Addy smiling at me, her flat chest waiting to be like her cousin’s and having a fine pair of .32 caliber handguns mounted on it. I waved to Annie and she swam over to us as Linda kissed and sucked my mouth, hunching her slick pussy on my cock until she got another cum. “Annie, Linda wants to learn about girl love now; she and I are going to fuck tomorrow. First,...

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Reflections in TimeChapter 9

“Mr. Sandusky, I love your big cock. I got three cums when I was sucking you, and when you and Kayla got your cums just now, I got as many as she did. I want you to fuck me deep like you did Kayla and shoot cum in my pussy like you did hers,” Kylie said, as she stood facing me. “Get up here on Daddy’s legs, Kylie. We’re going to fuck that sweet little pussy and make it get as many cums as your sister did,” Annie told her, as she held Kylie’s hand. I looked over to where Jared was still...

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ReflectionsChapter 2

I went into my bedroom. Yes, I was already thinking of it as mine – no longer ours – to plan my next move. What did my one uncle once tell me? He is a retired drill instructor in the Marine Corps. He said we take a raw recruit, break him down mentally and physically and then put him back together and at the end we have on tough SOB marine. Is that what I have to do with my baby? I don't know. Well for now let him stew for a while. I'm going to fix myself something to eat and a cup of...

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ReflectionsChapter 3

There, first seed of 'servitude' was planted. I didn't have to work. I took the team out to dinner. We did talk for a bit about a marketing strategy for a new product line – just long enough to qualify the dinner as business expense before heading home. I'm going to slowly tighten the screws and if he doesn't balk along the line, I'll give him a bit of wank time in two or three weeks. "Hey babe, I just got off the highway, should be there in a little while." Disconnecting the call...

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ReflectionsChapter 4

"Baby, why don't you fix me a night cap after you strip. You can have a one ounce shot of cognac but then I want you between my legs while I watch this new movie the girls in the office have been raving about." That's how we spent that Friday night. When the movie was over... "Thank you baby, that was wonderful. Come turn around. Your neck must be hurting. Let me give you a little massage to ease those muscles." After a while – "OK, I'm tired. I'm going to bed. It's OK if you...

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ReflectionsChapter 5

I had gotten instantly hard when she came into focus on the computer screen. That outfit was hot but then the erection slowly faded as she sucked on that obscene dildo and by the time she started to berate me, it was gone. I guess I'm not voyeur type – certainly not via web cam. I was pretty sure I could get out of here tomorrow right after lunch. Frank could handle the rest. The customer was happy that I had made the trip and that is all what counted. I just wasn't ready for a...

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ReflectionsChapter 6

Terry I was still uneasy about the whole thing and not really sure if I wanted to go through with this. But in the end my love for Clarissa and desire to please her won out. We were ready to go down to dinner when Clarissa walked up to me and embraced me. "Babe, are we good? You know that I love you and only you. It's just this compulsion that I have to try this cuckold thing." She chuckled, "we are a fine pair of pervs. I want to be the slut and while you may not really want to be a...

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ReflectionsChapter 7

Terry Wednesday was incredible. I left the office early to stop at the fish store for some fresh salmon filets. The rest of the stuff we had home. I had all my preparations done when the two ladies showed up. Clarissa gave me one of those tonsil probing kisses and Julie a chaste peck on the cheek. Instantaneously, my dick was hard in that unyielding plastic prison. I guess she had not come from the office but from her home because she looked hot with plenty of cleavage. After the...

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ReflectionsChapter 8

Terry Luck would have it that in her snit Clarissa forgot to lock the door. So I grabbed what I needed and got dressed. Note to self, move your stuff to the other closet. I was out of the house before Clarissa got up. Work was busy and I wound up staying late. I called the house and Clarissa's cell leaving a message telling her that I was working late and got a bite in town before coming home. When I got home I walked into a virtual ice box. I tried to walk over to where Clarissa was...

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ReflectionsChapter 11

Clarissa There I sat on the bed in my hotel room. The sun streaming through the window. I bet Terry is having a great time out on the golf course with that bitch and his buddies. Then I started to think back on last night. The beginning was hot and l loved the way Roger tried to humiliate my hubby. I had to come to his defense but my heart wasn't in it. Not that what I said wasn't the truth. Terry is and always will be a great lover. But this is a game, well not really, more like a quest...

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ReflectionsChapter 12

Terry At first it was the perfect home coming. Clarissa was caring and loving in spite of the hell she put me through with her teasing and tormenting. Thing is, the subbie in me liked that part. She was driving me crazy with the need to cum and I lost count how many times she brought me right to the edge. To my surprise I had actually a good time but then we had done this before. The only difference, in the end I got to fuck her and our combined orgasms were absolutely mind blowing after...

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ReflectionsChapter 13

Terry I took my shower, grabbed my snifter and the bottle of cognac and started to relax in my new chair, compliments of Clarissa. As I sat there I wondered how much use I would get out of it. If we stayed together and continued with the cuckolding, probably a lot. If not, maybe I'll chuck the old one that's down in the living room. Also I was wondering if I was making a mistake by not pulling the plug. I mean she didn't really say much other than that she was sorry which I do believe...

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ReflectionsChapter 14

"My poor boy, I can see where you feel conflicted and confused. Torn between your love for your wife and the need to maintain your dignity and self respect." "You know a cuckold relationship can be a beautiful thing. Let me tell you a story, but first there is coffee in the kitchen. Why don't you get us some. I'll take mine black. Fixings are next to the pot so you can do whatever you want to yours." I got us coffee and Peggy continued her story. "As I told you, my husband got...

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ReflectionsChapter 15

Clarissa I was sitting in first class with Roger on our way to Miami for a vacation. Coming to think of it, it was the very first time I ever went on an actual vacation without Terry. For a fleeting moment I was sad and then I remembered last night and this morning. Oh how I was pissed at Terry, the nerve of the guy. First last night after sissy Petey went into full drama mode when Renee tapped his useless balls with her cane. Throwing my friends out and insisting on cleaning up first. I...

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ReflectionsChapter 16

Terry I had to chuckle to myself – not in front of Clarissa but as soon as I was out the door and on the steps down into the garage. Her face was priceless when I told not in so many words but still to 'shove it'. I'm getting into this mind game thing. Playing the compliant and obedient cuckold hubby and suddenly turn around tell her in a polite way to f ... k herself. That I was no pushover. I did things for her because I wanted to. I had a great time yesterday and felt she deserved a...

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ReflectionsChapter 17

Terry I don't know what had gotten into Clarissa but it sure seemed that old Clarissa, the one I fell in love with is back. But back in my mind I couldn't help but wonder how long it would last. When we got to my room I went to the fridge and grabbed a container of OJ. "Want some Princess? I don't think I've got any fluid left in me." "Yes please, then into bed. But first please wash your face. It's a bit of a mess." We cuddled and kissed goodnight and I must have been asleep...

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ReflectionsChapter 18

We decided on going out to dinner. A new restaurant had opened up not too far from us and I wanted to try it. It was advertised as "Asian Fusion" and I was curious. It turned out to be that they had a conglomeration of Chinese, Thai and Vietnamese dishes and everything we tried was quite good. Once we got back, Terry wanted to do the laundry but I told him to forget it this time. Instead we cuddled for a while on the double lounger on the patio and watched the full moon and a starry...

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ReflectionsChapter 2

The separation and divorce went much better than I had expected. The moving company came the following day and took the kids' things and my personal things to my parents' house. I'm not sure if I mentioned that my parents did have servants, but my mother did ninety percent of watching the kids when they were there before the breakup. She loved kids and was a perfect grandmother. Marlene did show up and sign the papers. Our divorce was final in just a few months. Evelyn came over to see...

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ReflectionsChapter 5

Our time every week was living out a fairy tale. It was like the prince finding Cinderella, or finding Snow White and living happily ever after. I was never a dreamer; I worked hard and expected results. Vicky showed me how to stop and smell the roses. Our time together was full of discovery. I didn't know how life would be without her in it. Now it was time for my family and friends to finally meet her. Max and Deanne were the only ones that had met her. Even they were surprised that she...

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ReflectionsChapter 6

This is the final chapter. Thank you for those who stayed with me on this one. As always a big 'Thank You' to Estragon for his editing and making this a much better read. "Why do you want to go to college?" I asked Vicky. I do have to say it bothered me. I wanted to trust her but because of my past, I was also worried. "I'm taking a citizenship test to become an American citizen. I have to go twice a week for the next six months. My travel visa will expire in nine months." "You...

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ReflectionsChapter 3

I arrived at the airport in France along with one of our financial officers and his wife. Max Riley has been with the company as long as I have and we were good friends. I was the best man at his wedding to his wife Deanna. They made a wonderful couple. They also had two kids, both of whom were also now in college. I remember asking Max if he wanted to go to France and audit a set of books. His wife's reaction made me laugh. "He's not going to Paris without me!" she said. Actually I was...

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