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Dr. Bowlings said, “It’s obvious that you knew nothing about Peter. He’s probably one of the greatest men in history.” Incredulous, Charles stared at the man. Patricia argued, “He was our brother. I think we knew his character better than you.” “You never understood him. I’ve never figured that out. How could you grow up with him, and not understand him? I understood him after our second date,” Rebecca said. Charles replied, “I think you give him too much credit. Peter was brilliant, but...
“Donald.” “What, Mom?” “I guess it is time for you to understand all that your father did for us. He initiated and funded the creation of the Reset Manifesto so that we wouldn’t have to live as slaves to the whims of a handful of people. Many of the young people today don’t realize just how near we came to being slaves.” Donald and Patricia stared at Rebecca. Professor Bowlings said, “That’s true, Donald. Peter told me about his plan to create the Reset Manifesto on the day he started...
Donald said, “I was born the day the Reset Manifesto was released.” “It would be more accurate to say that the Reset Manifesto was released on the day you were born,” Rebecca said. “I have always wondered about the timing on the release. We had been waiting for it to be released for almost two months. Of course, I was wandering around Europe at the time so I wasn’t all that concerned about the timing.” “I was in Greece at the time. I went out to eat dinner and the place was quiet as a...
Hi, To all Iss reader this is my first story hope U all would like it a complete fiction.my self raj i live in Mumbai this story is about my aunty nandita,let me describe her she is in her 30s,lives with her husband and daughter.She is born beauty with an awesome fig of 36.28.40 ..her assets are her huge melons of 36 d and her ass that will give a hard on to any guy who looks at it So now my story starts this was like 5 years ago when I was appearing for my 12 th HSC examination at that time my...
The Minister knew that he had lost all control of the service. Fortunately, the widow didn’t seem upset by that. The audience was in an odd mood. Looking out at them, he watched as people leaned to each other and whispered comments. He had no idea what they were saying. Patricia was fuming. Donald wanted to know what he was missing. It seemed to both of them that they were missing some essential piece of Peter’s life that everyone else in the room knew about. There was no way that Peter had...
There was a point at which it became obvious that the service had stopped being a normal funeral. People started telling ‘Peter Moore stories.’ Rebecca was happily encouraging people to relate how they had come to know her late husband. Donald was enjoying the stories immensely. It was one thing to look up to your father because he’d been an important person in your life, but it was something else to discover that he had been important to a lot of other people, too. Based on the stories that...
The Female ManifestoPrologueSarah sat on the bus and stared out the window. The streets of New Haven were bathed in the soft glow of early morning sunlight and Sarah fancied that the town itself was just waking up as she noticed the first stirrings of the day’s activity. A shopkeeper was rolling up his shutters; a young boy in pyjamas was playing with his dog on the front lawn. Seeing this, Sarah could almost let herself believe that things were still normal. A jogger ran down the...
Let me say right up front that Gunther was definitely not a young man.I knew he had been around the Santa operation at the North Pole long before I arrived with my bright ideas for cost reduction. I was called in to promote increased toy production by the easily distracted Elves. Those little imps preferred being silly rather than busy little workers focused on their quotas like dedicated employees. As a small-sized human male, I was able to relate easily to the female Elves because they liked...
Fantasy & Sci-FiWritten for Gunslinger's contest July 1998 The Mansion with the Morphing Manifesto by Steve Zink part 1 Finals had just been completed at Florida State University, and students were anxious to get on with graduation. The lucky Seniors who had completed their courses with grades high enough to satisfy their instructors, that is. There were, of course, Freshmen, Sophomores and Juniors who were merely looking forward to summer vacation, and entry into the next higher realm...
The Minister frowned. He wasn’t used to having a service interrupted in this fashion. He looked across the audience paying a little more attention to individual faces. He hadn’t known about the Washington contingent and the group from the Governor’s office. That had been a surprise, but the significance of their attendance hadn’t really established itself in his mind. Now he began to recognize others in the audience. His hand trembled at the power represented in the room. These were the...
I had spent a couple hours in the mall by myself - brooding and thinking, hating myself, hating my life. After the mall closed I made my way by skateboard to the back of the house, parking myself between two large garbage bins and waited in that dark cold alley. It was like Jason had explained, it was dark and empty as promised. He had even given me a slip of paper with the fucking alarm code on it. Too easy. Gord had reminded me to wear gloves and all I had was my old baseball batting...
My name is Jason, and at twenty-six years old I’m married and living in Savannah, Georgia, the town where I was born and raised. I still socialize with my childhood friends, Larry and Paul, who are also married, and I’ve recently been thinking about the experiences I had in my teens that influenced my hunger for sucking cocks and swallowing cum, that is still a source of enjoyment for me.My father, Colton, is an electrical contractor, and for as long as I can remember he’s gone deer hunting...
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Seventeen-year-old sixth former, Debbie Griffin couldn’t take her eyes off the clothes brush that sat on her Form Mistress’ desk. She tried her best to return her concentration to her History homework – the reason why she was sitting in detention that Tuesday afternoon. Debbie looked across the classroom at her fellow detainee, Leah Ellis, who was busily writing away. Debbie Griffin looked briefly at her Form Mistress, Helen Downey, before trying to return her full focus to her essay, but it...
SpankingTall, seventeen-year-old sixth former, Charlotte Beccles sat behind her desk in Miss Downey’s classroom and awaited the arrival of her quiet, but extremely strict, Form Mistress. The straight A* student had no idea how Helen had found out about the practical joke that Charlotte had played on her Maths teacher, Miss O’Driscoll, but the no-nonsense History teacher knew and had awarded the extremely tall and thin, Charlotte Beccles an after-school detention that following day.As the young lady...
SpankingThe Exposure of David Steckel Naked To those who have viewed the exposure of me (David Steckel) naked, each and every view by you is very appreciated. Although my exposure is mainly for the purpose of exposing me to the greatest number of others that can possibly and realistically be accomplished, it is an added privilege if or when my exposure entertains someone.- Achieving such widespread exposure is not so easy for a male who is no "twink" or who isn't a celebrity or is well known.- Any...
Randi's Vacation Randi woke up to his alarm and quickly silenced it. A quick glance to his left confirmed the Denise was already up. She almost always got up before him preferring some extra time between getting ready for work and needing to walk out the door. He preferred to have enough time to get ready, eat and go. He walked to the bathroom which was right in the master bedroom. The condo they bought was a bit extravagant but provided plenty of room and they could afford it on...
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“There was a fifty million dollar bounty on him.” Most of the attendees, including Peter’s whole family, turned to look at the person who had just spoken. Patricia and Donald couldn’t believe their ears. George sat there open mouthed. “I knew there was a bounty on him, but I didn’t know it was that high,” Rebecca said complacently. Incredulous, Patricia and Donald stared at her. It was Donald who finally asked the obvious question. “Are we talking about Pete?” “I wish you would call him,...
“Peter’s greatest civic accomplishment was helping to establish Galileo Industries as an employee owned business. In doing so, he saved the entire community.” The minister looked a little puzzled when there were a few chuckles in response to that. There was nothing funny about what Peter had done. Patricia and Charles, unable to help themselves, turned to look at the people sitting behind them. It was odd, but there was a look of amusement on the faces. What was so amusing about saving an...
Patricia was wondering what kind of funeral this was becoming. People listening to the service were not supposed to interrupt it and make cryptic comments about the deceased. This could only happen to her brother Peter! Charles stood up and faced the rest of the people there. In a shrill voice, he voiced his anger, “Would people quit interrupting the service? Please!” Rebecca said, “Sit down, Charles. I want to hear what people have to say about Peter.” Patricia looked over at Rebecca,...
The funeral director entered the room after softly knocking on the door. He carefully closed the door behind him. In a distressed tone of voice, he said, “Mrs. Moore, I’m afraid that we have a slight problem.” Upset at the idea of a problem, Rebecca asked, “What kind of problem?” “The original room you requested for the service is too small.” “Too small? Didn’t you say that it holds two hundred?” “Yes, Ma’am. It’s already full, and there are more people arriving. I’m arranging for the...
“Did you have a good marriage with Peter?” “Yes. It was everything that I dreamed it would be.” “I never thought Peter would be capable of a real relationship.” “Patricia, why did your marriage end?” “Ed was a pretentious arrogant asshole who had more in common with a leach than a human being. I got fed up with his big talk and small results. I kicked him to the curb.” “Peter was my source of strength. I felt that I could do anything with him around. I was his sanctuary. I was needed....
Donald Moore, the twenty five year old son of Peter Moore, slipped back into the room set aside for the grieving family. He was shocked by who he had encountered in the men’s room. “I ran into Dr. Bowlings in the men’s room.” “Did you say Dr. Bowlings?” Rebecca asked. “Yes I did, Mom.” “You are talking about Dr. Ed Bowlings, right?” Patricia asked just to clarify the identity of the gentleman in question. “Yes. I’d like to know what he’s doing here.” Rebecca said, “His presence here is...
The Minister paused, looked around the room, and realized that his description was not going over very well at all. In a much less formal speaking voice, he said, “I knew Peter from here around town. He was quiet man. He was a family man. He worked hard to grow his Internet business. He traveled on business quite often. “I think everyone in the community would agree with me about that. He was not very active in the local community although we could always call upon him for ideas on to...
Rebecca said, “Peter always had such an eclectic group of people around him.” “What do you mean?” George asked. Peter was his older brother, but they had never been all that close after leaving home. After Peter had gone off to the university, the only times he returned home were holidays. Once Peter had a full time job, even the holiday visits came to an end. Of course, George had been busy as well. First it was a law school, then years spent as a clerk, time spent developing a reputation...
Charles decided to peek into the room where the service was to be held. His jaw dropped upon seeing just how many people were there. The Chief Justice of the Supreme Court was seated on a row that had been cleared for Washington dignitaries. Actually, it looked like they had cleared two rows for them. There were still people making their way into the building. Just the number of people attending was surprise enough, but the identity of the attendees was shocking. This funeral had turned into...
Patricia said, “I never really understood why Peter was so content with running an online storefront.” George said, “That always puzzled me. It’s not like it was a challenge.” “Dad always said that he enjoyed the challenge of finding just the right product at just the right time. He told me that he’d find some product, purchase thousands of it, and sell out of it in a month’s time at a huge profit.” “I could see him doing that. He was always ahead of the curve,” Patricia said. George...
“Why in the hell did Peter settle here?” George asked. Donald answered, “He fell in love with Mom and stayed here to marry her after the factory was turned over to the employees.” “It wasn’t quite that simple.” “Dad always said it was love at first sight and he wasn’t going to risk losing you.” “We didn’t have to stay here. It was just easier to stay here than move somewhere else.” Patricia said, “What did you think of Pete when you first met him?” “I was crying so hard the first time I...
“Why in the world would the Vice-President be coming to Dad’s funeral?” Holding tightly onto her purse, Rebecca was beginning to get more aggrieved than grieved. She didn’t deal too well with turmoil, and this was bothering her. She answered, “I don’t know. I didn’t think he was that close to the Vice President.” George stood up and said, “There’s one way to find out.” “How?” Patricia asked. “I’m going out there to ask around.” “This is a funeral, it isn’t a courtroom. You just stay...
Everyone turned to look at the gentleman who had entered the waiting area. He looked around nervously, and licked his lips. Donald and Rebecca knew the man, but the others were totally clueless. Rebecca asked, “What’s up, Fergus?” “First of all, let me express our condolences on behalf of everyone at Galileo Industries. My father wished he could be here, but his health won’t let him get out of bed. He is in his nineties.” “Thank you. Let your father know that we appreciate his...
After taking a quick walk to stretch his legs, a bewildered George rejoined the family in the waiting room. He said, “There’s a ton of people out there. I don’t know where they all came from.” “Is everyone seated?” “Yes.” “Good. Maybe we’ll get started. This waiting is getting on my nerves.” The funeral director knocked on the door softly and then entered the room. Rebecca stood up and squared her shoulders ready to begin the ordeal. He said, “The Secret Service has arrived.” “Who?”...
Rebecca said, “I think waiting three years to get married was the hardest thing I’ve ever done.” “Why? You lived together for that long.” “I was away at college for eight months of the year. Peter would visit, but it was hard.” “Why didn’t he move close to the university?” “He had his business to run.” Patricia shook her head. “He was an Internet mail order company. He could run that from anywhere.” “He wasn’t staying at the office. He had to travel a lot during that time.” “What was...
“The Peter Moore I knew was a very private and quiet man. Based on the attendance here, it would appear that Peter Moore was a more public individual than I knew.” Rebecca meekly raised a hand. The minister looked at her. “What is it, Mrs. Moore?” “You’re right. Peter was a very private and quiet man. He wasn’t an outgoing kind of person outside of work, and then he was all business.” There were murmurs of agreement among the attendees. The Minister stood there looking around wondering...
“George, would you find the funeral director? I’m getting a headache and I’m tired of waiting.” “Yes, Mom.” George stepped out of the waiting room and headed to the entrance of the funeral parlor assuming that the director would be there to great people. He ran straight into the Vice-President, although it would be more accurate to say that he ran into the Secret Service agent protecting Vice-President Dan Porter. He found himself getting directed towards a wall. “Stop it. That’s Georgie...
The time had come for the funeral service. The family gathered together and got in line, with Rebecca leading the way on Donald’s arm. Patricia was followed by George. George’s wife hadn’t been able to come under the excuse of having another pressing engagement (actually she was agoraphobic). The funeral director led them to the room where the service was now being held. Knowing that more than a thousand people were present, and being prepared for it are two different things. The whole party...
“Peter was a dedicated and loving family man.” Patricia and Charles looked at each other and rolled their eyes. They were family and knew just how much Peter was dedicated to family. Rebecca and Donald nodded their heads in agreement. “Any night when Peter was in town, you would see Rebecca walking with him, hand in hand along the river like teenagers in love. They would pause, look at some sight, and then continue on their way. They served as an example that a solid and deep love can be...
“I guess Dad was wrong.” Patricia looked over at Charles not sure what he was talking about. “Dad told me once that Peter would either die a martyr or in obscurity. Based on the number of people out here, he clearly didn’t die in obscurity. He had a heart attack. That kind of death is not usually associated with Martyrdom.” Peter had always been an enigma. He had a level of self confidence that was all out of proportion to what he accomplished. He always talked about being able to take...
Rebecca abruptly headed for the door saying, “I’ll be back in a minute.” “Where are you going?” “To the ladies’ room.” Rebecca was finding the wait exceptionally wearing. She didn’t like it when things happened without being planned. She didn’t like change. She didn’t like having to be around people all of the time. What she really wanted, was to curl up in her living room with a book and let the rest of the world go by. “I’ll go with you,” Patricia said. Ten minutes later, they returned...
“Where’s George?” Rebecca asked. “Your guess is as good as mine,” Patricia said. Charles said, “I’ll go look for him.” “Go ahead.” Once he was out of the room, Patrica said, “I never understood you and Peter.” “What’s there to understand? We loved each other.” “Peter was emotionally a cold fish.” Rebecca said, “You and Charles never understood Peter.” “I grew up with him. He had all the emotions of a rock.” “Peter was never comfortable with emotions. He couldn’t afford to let his...
SOUTHERN EXPOSURE Copyright Kristy Leigh 2003. All rights reserved. 1. Jess Taylor ambled swiftly up the driveway, fishing his keys out of his pocket as he approached the front door. He was a boy on a tight schedule; his Aunt would arrive home at five, dinner would be on the table no later than six. That left him less than three hours of free play; three hours of simple, childish joy through in the late September sunshine, three hours on the swings and slides and...
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He watched them as they sat sipping their colorful drinks and flirting with male guests and hotel employees alike at the Garden Cloud Lounge. They were undoubtedly four sisters, all in their late twenties and thirties, and attractive. They were obviously American, and they laughed as they tried what little Spanish they knew on the young waiters. He had seen groups like this many times. Their often affluent husbands allowed them to have "Girl's Time Off" now and then. It worked out on both...
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This introduction story is based on true events. All the characters mentioned are above the age of 18. For personal reasons, the names of the characters have been changed. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The writer does not believe in any kind of discrimination or disrespect towards women. The story has been written for sexual satisfaction and should be held in the same regard. “Aah!” Nandini moaned as my thick member entered her...
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Sant Ghoshal-Anand Goswami ‘pahunche huye’ siddh purush ya mahatma hn.Sundar Van ke ghane jungle me Aadiwasi basti se sata unka ‘Slddhashram’ h.swami ji vese to Raam Bhakti ki rasik shakha Sakhi Sampraday ke bhakt hn lekin vo Shiv Bhagvan ke nagn rup ke upasak bhi hn.Isi liye unke Ashram me ghuste hi ek sundar Shiva Ling sthaapit milta h. kaha jata h ki yeh ”Swaymbhu Lingam” h, arthat iska nirman kisi kaarigar ne nahin kiya, ye to uska apne aap bana prakritik rup h.ye nitya ling h. Swami ji ke...
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Andrew Running (part 1 of Andrea's Stand) Chapter 1: Running I called my Aunt Clara from the bus station. She didn't seem that surprised to hear from me and when I explained why I was there she told me to walk a couple of blocks to the local diner and get myself a cup of coffee. She'd pick me up in about half an hour. I sat and sipped chocolate milk and tried to eat a pastry while I glanced nervously out of the window waiting for my father to show up and force me into his...