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O.K., I admit I probably shouldn’t have done it. But, really, who in their right mind would have expected this? But, then again, who do I know who’s in their right mind? Sure, I mean, all the tales warn against doing it, but nobody ever suggests that this can happen. Come on. What? You look puzzled. Maybe I should start at the beginning. Slowly? Right. Well, I had never really gotten into any trouble, though I’d harbored seditious thoughts on many occasions. I was just discreet enough to...
Harvest of Expectations © Copyright 2013 By Autumn Writer Chapter 6 — Confrontation March 1974 January and February swept by fast, like the snowstorms that turned the roads to glorified ski trails that year. Jim hadn’t seen Hildy since the date he had with her the night after Christmas. He tried a few times to drive up for a visit, but something got in the way. Sometimes it was the weather and other times he was working on his project. On top of that, he was working out in preparation for...
HARVEST OF TEARS CHAPTER 7 By slave ruthie - with Mistress Ranai's guidance (The scene was set - everything was prepared. The actors took their places. But two did not know the plot and one of these had no idea beyond a vague sense of unease that her life was changing - and it wasn't for the better...)"And who, Charles, is this?" Rosario held out her hand to the strikingly handsome young man who was talking to Alexa's master in the lobby."Rosario, may I introduce doctor G?rard ________. He i...
The silence came upon me in 1952, the day mum asked me to read out the telegram. I’d never seen one before.“Corporal Charles Cooper. Stop - Missing. Stop - Believed killed in action. Stop”Something died inside me when I knew dad would never come back from the forgotten war. I vowed to never speak again.After a year, people gave up talking to me - they stopped trying to break my silence. “Poor Billy,” they’d say, “He’s lost his marbles.”I turned sixteen in the June of ‘56’. Ma said I had to stop...
First TimeChapter 5 — Merry Christmas December 1973 Jim knew that life and all its events was a proposition of give and take. He strove to hold up his end by giving, lest he err in the taking. It was his last chance. It was nine in the evening and the stores would be open for anther thirty minutes. It would be no good to wait until the next day. The next day would be December 24 and he planned to use that as a travel day. Besides, as he looked around the big box store he could see that the shelves...
© Copyright 2013 Chapter 2 — The Next Step July 1973 Jim liked to get a fix in his minds eye how events would go. It helped him make sure that they always went just right. Jim watched Hildy drive out of the parking lot and turn onto the main road. He started his own car and put it in gear. Soon he was headed home, to his parents’ house, which was in the opposite direction, where he stayed during his summers and school vacations. It was nearly midnight, so his parents wouldn’t be up waiting...
Chapter 10 — Let’s Have a Party May 1974 They arrived late, but not too much. The fraternity house parking lot had always been undersized so Jim had a difficult time wedging the Rustmobile into a space. ‘I’m glad we took this car instead of the Duster,’ Jim said. ‘The old Rustmobile can take a few more dents and no one would notice, but the Duster doesn’t have any yet. He turned off the motor and they were about to climb the back steps of the fraternity house when a pick up truck towing a...
Chapter 4 — Time of Reckoning September 1973 Jim had learned over the years that there times when he would do things and have second thoughts afterward. When that happened he would think over what he should have done and faced up to the consequences of his own acts. ‘Thunderpussy is sure mad at you,’ Rich told him as he slurped down a cup of coffee. He stretched and the muscles in his shoulders pressed at his tee shirt. ‘She came storming in to her apartment just as Chelsea and I were...
Chapter 7 — A Man’s Work April 1974 The phone call at his apartment surprised him. He had been back at his apartment for about ninety minutes. He was taking a break from finishing off the report on Fluid Systems that was due in a few days and was about to pop the top on a beer. Then it would be time to fix some dinner. The surprise phone call made him glad that hadn’t quite gotten to it. ‘Wow! That was fast. Something must be cooking.’ He set down the phone and ran into his room to change...
Chapter 13 — Commencement August 1974 It was four in the Saturday afternoon of August 24. Jim was in the driver’s seat and Hildy was next to him in the passenger’s bucket seat of the ’71 Mercury Cougar that Douglas Chemical had sold to him. They were in the parking lot of the Erie Canal Inn as about a dozen people surrounded the car, wishing them well. After a few moments, the small crowd stepped aside. Jim put the car in gear and it was official that he and Hildy were on their honeymoon. ...
Chapter 8 — ‘…can you picnic?’ April 1974 Jim was up early the next day. It was six o’clock on that Sunday morning. He was the first in the house to shower and get dressed. His dirty clothes that he brought home were still in the laundry. His mother was planning on doing them later that day. Jim was hoping that his activity would wake the rest of the house. It wasn’t like he bounced out of bed wide awake and full of energy. It hadn’t been a good night for sleep. He rattled around in the...
Chapter 11 — The Happy Times May 1974 It was Friday and it had been almost a week since Hildy returned to Rochester for her Aunt Mildred’s birthday.. Jim had just finished his last final exam and returned to his apartment. The days of Rich being his room mate were waning and Jim was thinking that the two of them might make a final tour of the bars that they had frequented throughout their academic careers. As he fixed himself a sandwich Jim was remembering the prior Sunday taking Ashley back...
Chapter 9 — Passing Through May 1974 April was giving way to May. Jim turned in his final project. He thought it came out well, and Professor Stark did, too. Final exams were looming. Jim knew that he was prepared and that meant that he would do well. His wrist was healed well enough to put him back on the Track Team. It didn’t look good for a letter in his final year. Jim figured he had to get at least a third in one of the three remaining dual meets and a third in the Conference...
Chapter 12 — Take a Stand June 1974 May had come and gone, and graduation, too. Jim stayed in town through it all. For one thing, he wanted to see Rich’s parents one last time and help him load his gear into the trailer they’d rented to haul it all back to New Jersey. Rich was going to have two weeks at home before beginning his new job in Illinois. Another reason Jim stayed in his apartment was that he was waiting for the Douglas Company credit card to show up in the mail. He couldn’t hope...
© Copyright 2013 Chapter 1 — In the Beginning July 1973 It didn’t matter that she wasn’t pretty. He had been watching her watching him. He knew what that was all about. It was Hildy Wertz, the lobby receptionist at the Operations Center of the utility company where Jim worked his summer job while he was in college. He knew her well enough to say ‘hello’ and that was about it. Sometimes, after showering but before actual quitting time, the summer college workers would gather in the lobby to...
Chapter 3 — Second Opinion September 1973 Any time Jim had a project or an assignment he tried everything he could to meet the expectations of those who expected him to perform. He tried his best every time, but he wasn’t successful on each and every occasion, of course. When that happened he felt bad and hoped for another chance. ‘Hey Rich—hey Rich, are you here?’ Jim had his arms full with two suitcases as he shouted out his roommate’s name. ‘Yeah, I’m here,’ was the muffled reply. ‘I’m...
I have to be honest with you, it was exciting to me to be completely naked in front of strangers. As I walked down the hallway nude, with a towel over my arm and a bag over my shoulder, I was proud of myself on how far I had come in one short year. I had come to Florida a year earlier on a full swimming scholarship to a major university. I remember how excited I had been to leave my Minnesota home and escape the dark cold of northland winters. I loved competitive swimming, but I hated leaving...
April 1974 The phone call at his apartment surprised him. He had been back at his apartment for about ninety minutes. He was taking a break from finishing off the report on Fluid Systems that was due in a few days and was about to pop the top on a beer. Then it would be time to fix some dinner. The surprise phone call made him glad that hadn't quite gotten to it. "Wow! That was fast. Something must be cooking." He set down the phone and ran into his room to change back into his navy...
April 1974 Jim was up early the next day. It was six o'clock on that Sunday morning. He was the first in the house to shower and get dressed. His dirty clothes that he brought home were still in the laundry. His mother was planning on doing them later that day. Jim was hoping that his activity would wake the rest of the house. It wasn't like he bounced out of bed wide awake and full of energy. It hadn't been a good night for sleep. He rattled around in the cupboard looking for the works...
May 1974 April was giving way to May. Jim turned in his final project. He thought it came out well, and Professor Stark did, too. Final exams were looming. Jim knew that he was prepared and that meant that he would do well. His wrist was healed well enough to put him back on the Track Team. It didn't look good for a letter in his final year. Jim figured he had to get at least a third in one of the three remaining dual meets and a third in the Conference Championship. Points earned in the...
May 1974 They arrived late, but not too much. The fraternity house parking lot had always been undersized so Jim had a difficult time wedging the Rustmobile into a space. "I'm glad we took this car instead of the Duster," Jim said. "The old Rustmobile can take a few more dents and no one would notice, but the Duster doesn't have any yet. He turned off the motor and they were about to climb the back steps of the fraternity house when a pick up truck towing a trailer ambled into the...
May 1974 It was Friday and it had been almost a week since Hildy returned to Rochester for her Aunt Mildred's birthday ... Jim had just finished his last final exam and returned to his apartment. The days of Rich being his room mate were waning and Jim was thinking that the two of them might make a final tour of the bars that they had frequented throughout their academic careers. As he fixed himself a sandwich Jim was remembering the prior Sunday taking Ashley back to her apartment as the...
June 1974 May had come and gone, and graduation, too. Jim stayed in town through it all. For one thing, he wanted to see Rich's parents one last time and help him load his gear into the trailer they'd rented to haul it all back to New Jersey. Rich was going to have two weeks at home before beginning his new job in Illinois. Another reason Jim stayed in his apartment was that he was waiting for the Douglas Company credit card to show up in the mail. He couldn't hope to make it to Central...
August 1974 It was four in the Saturday afternoon of August 24. Jim was in the driver's seat and Hildy was next to him in the passenger's bucket seat of the '71 Mercury Cougar that Douglas Chemical had sold to him. They were in the parking lot of the Erie Canal Inn as about a dozen people surrounded the car, wishing them well. After a few moments, the small crowd stepped aside. Jim put the car in gear and it was official that he and Hildy were on their honeymoon. "You can't get on the...
July 1973 Jim liked to get a fix in his minds eye how events would go. It helped him make sure that they always went just right. Jim watched Hildy drive out of the parking lot and turn onto the main road. He started his own car and put it in gear. Soon he was headed home, to his parents' house, which was in the opposite direction, where he stayed during his summers and school vacations. It was nearly midnight, so his parents wouldn't be up waiting for him, which Jim considered to be a...
September 1973 Any time Jim had a project or an assignment he tried everything he could to meet the expectations of those who expected him to perform. He tried his best every time, but he wasn't successful on each and every occasion, of course. When that happened he felt bad and hoped for another chance. "Hey Rich—hey Rich, are you here?" Jim had his arms full with two suitcases as he shouted out his roommate's name. "Yeah, I'm here," was the muffled reply. "I'm in the can. Keep...
September 1973 Jim had learned over the years that there times when he would do things and have second thoughts afterward. When that happened he would think over what he should have done and faced up to the consequences of his own acts. "Thunderpussy is sure mad at you," Rich told him as he slurped down a cup of coffee. He stretched and the muscles in his shoulders pressed at his tee shirt. "She came storming in to her apartment just as Chelsea and I were starting to relate to one...
December 1973 Jim knew that life and all its events was a proposition of give and take. He strove to hold up his end by giving, lest he err in the taking. It was his last chance. It was nine in the evening and the stores would be open for anther thirty minutes. It would be no good to wait until the next day. The next day would be December 24 and he planned to use that as a travel day. Besides, as he looked around the big box store he could see that the shelves were starting to look...
March 1974 January and February swept by fast, like the snowstorms that turned the roads to glorified ski trails that year. Jim hadn't seen Hildy since the date he had with her the night after Christmas. He tried a few times to drive up for a visit, but something got in the way. Sometimes it was the weather and other times he was working on his project. On top of that, he was working out in preparation for the final season he would be on the University's Track and Field team. Hildy...
Select your gender before continuing. Your choice will effect the content you will read. Author's Notes: This story is still in development and thus is still in it's infancy. I tend to write in bulk, so expect to see more than one thread added at a time. Harvested is currently a private story.
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"Have you ever heard of snowballing?" my wife asked me one night as she sensed my moment of climax rapidly approaching.We often spoke to each other during sex, even oral sex, which was our preferred method of satisfying ourselves and each other.Recently we had increased our gym nights from two to three each week, working out on the machines and enjoying the ever-present eye candy. For a couple in our forties, we were both in pretty good shape, if I must say so myself, and sweating and straining...
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I finally got rid of them. All of them. The screaming video-head kids; the jobless wanderers; the aimless adults. As the last of them shuffled out the front door, I closed and locked it, returned to the rear of the arcade, and turned off the lights. There was enough flickering illumination from all the video screens to get around, and I quickly walked a final round, clearing food wrappers and other visible rubbish from the surfaces, completely ignoring the litter covered carpet for now. Happy...
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I sat trying hard to wait patiently, but I could not help but fidget. A few others in the room also fidgeted as we waited our turn for the audition. So far three had taken their turn, with twelve of us yet to go. I looked nervously about, well aware that I was extremely lucky to be here, and by the looks from a couple of the others, a deep loathing that showed their total resentment that I should even be in the same room as them.To them, I was the odd man out, Yes... Man, but I was not a man...
Trans”I found one!” Lilly wrote to Matt.Matt had just arrived home from work, signed into Lush, and checked his messages, where he had received this note from his favorite feisty friend, LillyM.It’s the Mardi Gras Masquerade Ball at the Castle McCulloch near High Point, North Carolina. February 29, 2020. Leap Day! Do you think we can do it?Matt and Lilly had met on Lush about a year ago and had communicated haphazardly but not terribly frequently until the last couple months. It’s not entirely clear...
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The 8-ball is a mysterious item rumored to be from an alternate dimension; it's everlasting, undying, passed down from generation to generation. But this 8-ball isn't just an antique to hold, or a tool to be used, hell, it isn't even meant to be in a game of pool. No, this 8-ball is alive, or to be more exact, whatever's inside is alive. Multiple individuals have claimed to have spoken to the being in the ball, though no one has ever seen it; or if they have, lived to tell the tale. You see,...
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The Blue Ball By Keterra Sands Copyright (c)2000 by Keterra Sands all rights reserved [email protected] This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons or events is unintended. This story contains adult situations, describes sexual activities, and deals with changes of gender. If such material upsets you, or if it's illegal for you to read this - DON'T. This is a science fiction story. About a boy who is captured by aliens for their experiments and...
I hate going to charity balls. You have to get dressed in a monkey suit, they’re always so crowded and boisterous that even if you don’t have claustrophobia you feel icky, you have to listen to boring speeches, the band is often either too loud or bad, and the drinks are way overpriced. I have no problem sending money to worthy causes I just don’t like the events that they think they have to sponsor to get donations. My wife, on the other hand, loves to get dressed up, chat with dozens of...
I hate going to charity balls. You have to get dressed in a monkey suit, they’re always so crowded and boisterous that even if you don’t have claustrophobia you feel icky, you have to listen to boring speeches, the band is often either too loud or bad, and the drinks are way overpriced. I have no problem sending money to worthy causes I just don’t like the events that they think they have to sponsor to get donations. My wife, on the other hand, loves to get dressed up, chat with dozens of...
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