Teddy s WorldChapter 14 the Fallout From Getting Fallon
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Author's note: The version of the song being used for this story's purpose is not the long-standing version sung by Frank Sinatra among others. It is a slightly more modern doo-wop version done by many groups- the particular arrangement is by the Five Discs, and the song, if you are interested in hearing it, can be found on YouTube.
Hurry Up! Hurry Up!
Let's Fall In Love
Hurry Up! Hurry Up!
Let's Fall In Love
Let's Fall In Love,
Why Shouldn't we fall in love?
Our Hearts Are Made For It,
Let's Take a Chance,
Why be afraid of it?
Let's close our eyes,
And make our own paradise,
Little we know of it,
Still we can try,
To make a go of it.
We might have been made for each other,
To be or not to be? Let our hearts discover!
Let's fall in love!
Why shouldn't we fall in love?
Here at the eighth grade,
While we are young,
Let's fall in love!
Hurry Up! Hurry Up!
Let's fall in love!
It was a long time ago. I was a young boy, and the year was 1964. I was in Junior High School. It was a cold winter. A cold, cold winter. Snow fell from the sky like no tomorrow, and it was an unusual time. Out west, the time of love, peace, happiness, and too much fucking pot was starting to really come into full bloom. But that wasn't here.
Here was New York City, Manhattan. A Jewish ghetto on the Lower East Side. No, it isn't as bad as it was 60 something years ago. Living conditions have improved some. My mom worked at home, and my dad was a wholesale clothing salesman who wasn't home very often. My parents were smart enough to stay the fuck out of that nasty, and then new, concept known as the suburbs.
We lived in a three bedroom apartment, then. My sisters Rachel and Sarah shared one of them. My brothers Saul, Jacob, and I all shared the second. My parents shared the third, of course. Maybe five kids seems like a lot, but my neighbors had 12, so I don't think we were too bad off.
My parents weren't black-hat religious, but they believed, and we were raised to believe with them. Not two months ago, I had been Bar Mitzvahed. That means that, in the eyes of the community, I was a man. In our community, men were men, women were women, and men became men when they had partaken in the Bar Mitzvah. Which made me ... a man.
As a man, I was expected to do certain things. First of all, I was expected to partake in the religious responsibilities that came with being one. Second of all, I was expected to watch over the younger members of my family when my mother was unable to do so. Third of all, I was expected to find a job and bring much needed money into the family coffers. Fourth, I was expected to continue my education so that I could get a college degree, and my doctorate.
Because, as we all know, while science tells us that a child is a living, breathing individual soul with rights at the moment of conception. But my mother, like all Jewish mothers, knew the truth. A child becomes a living breathing human being with rights when they graduate from Medical school, or, if they are a dunce, law school.
This might seem foreign to you, but it was the way I was brought up. It wasn't so much that my parents hoped I would be a doctor. No, I was going to graduate from high school in the top of my class. I was going to attend NYU, but only if I failed to get into Columbia. And I was then going to go to medical school, so I could make enough money to support my then-to-retire parents in the manner to which they had become accustomed. This was not up for debate.
Oh, I forgot the fifth responsibility. I was to be found WAS TO BE FOUND- a woman who I was to marry and bear grandchildren with, starting with when we got married in five years time.
Yes, I was expected to do all this. If I could manage to eat, sleep, and use the facilities in addition, that meant I had good time management.
So, as soon as the ceremony had been complete, and the small, family, celebration that had gone along with it, I was ordered to find work.
Since I didn't find work within a week of the order being given, my parents had set me up in a job with an older jeweler named Benjamin Epstein. Mr. Epstein to me. I may be a man, but he was still my elder and my boss. I was responsible for assisting him, and he was a kind man, so in addition to my assisting him, he taught me the business.
Now, please keep in mind, this didn't mean my parents didn't care about me. They loved me dearly, and my father worked himself ragged trying to provide for us. My mother was a wonderful cook who kept a clean and bright house. She taught us all well, and raised us properly. Perhaps she would be called abusive now.
But I don't think that when I experimented with arson when I was five years old, it was abusive of her to spank my ass so hard I couldn't sit for a few days. Sometimes a child needs to have it explained to them that they should not do that again. Very thoroughly. Lest they not understand and do it again.
Mr. Epstein was, as I said, a nice man. Among the things he did that was nice was to give me a lunch hour, and allow my lunch, which was to be had at Levine's Deli up the street, to be paid for on a tab billed to him. He also taught me so much about the business that I ended up starting a business working with jewelry when I got older.
Anyway, it was at one of these lunches that our story begins. I was sitting at the counter enjoying - what else? - a Corned Beef, Pastrami, and mustard on rye bread. I was washing this down with a can of Dr. Brown's Cel-Ray soda. Excuse me being a stereotype.
A girl walked in. I knew her from school. She was a little older than me, and she had already been hooked up with Mark Chazen. Her name was Rebecca, I don't recall the last name. Weisenstein? I think so. But this was the first time I looked at her outside of school. She didn't wear the glasses that hid her animated and very emotive face. She was one of the brightest girls in my class.
I was also one of the brightest kids in my class. So much so that I was actually at the top of the class in a class full of people who were all bull-whip driven by their insane Jewish parents to be at the top of their class. So much so that I actually had the chance at becoming the doctor my parents wanted me to be.
Anyway, this was interesting, because, even in her ankle-length skirt and loose-fitting blouse, she was stunningly beautiful. She had a very animated and happy face. Her eyes glowed. She smiled a lot. I was smitten.
The problem is, as I said, we lived in a world where marriages were arranged, and she was already hooked up to be with someone, and that someone wasn't me. But a man can dream. And I dreamed. Not just dreamed- acted.
"Hi," I said, smiling at her in a friendly and interested way.
"Hi," she said, looking at me with interest, "Aren't you Ari Freidman?"
"Yes, I am indeed," I said, smiling, "We are in several classes together."
"I know," she said, her smile lighting up my heart.
"I never noticed," I said, "I am sad to say, that you are so beautiful, however."
She blushed, and turned away. She, as I said, belonged to somebody else.
After receiving the meat she ordered, she left the store, presumably for home.
It was a brief encounter, only a few minutes long. Words of import had not even been exchanged. Except for one thing I had fallen in love. And it was a love that continued to grow as I paid more and more attention to her. I had been hooked up with a somewhat dull kvetch of a girl named Megan Lowenthal. She didn't seem to particularly like me, and I sure as fuck didn't like her. But our parents had decided that this made a great deal of sense. Or possibly cents. I'm not sure which.
Probably, nothing would have happened. It is highly likely nothing would have happened. But faith, or in my mind, God, intervened, about a year and a half later.
The date was November 9th, 1965. A few days before, some idiot set an automatic trip relay for a voltage line leading from Sir Adam Beck Niagara Generating Station #2. At 5:16 PM, a surge from Robert Moses Generator in Lewiston caused that relay to trip. The resulting redistribution of power caused a cascading systems failure that resulted in one of the largest blackouts in history up to that point.
At 5:27, I was riding in a largely empty subway train that I had boarded at Prospect Ave, known internally as Coney Island 458N because it was an N-train that had departed Coney Island station at 4:58. Rebecca had boarded the same train, in my car, at Atlantic Ave. The chances were one in a billion, or one in a trillion, that we'd even be in the same car together on all the thousands of cars running through the city, all the hundreds of trains, that were running now at only a few minute headways for the evening rush hour.
The train was empty because it was running a reverse peak move, operating out of Brooklyn and into Manhattan, and because, due to the odd location of the stairs leading closest to our homes, we had picked the front-most car of the train, which is rarely crowded.
Rebecca was sitting directly across from me when the power went out. At that point there were three people in the car, one of which was the train's driver.
And it was at that point, practically in the middle of the Montague Street Tunnel, when the lights went out, and the train came to a halt.
Rebecca screamed.
And I charged across the car to get to her. I wrapped my arms around her and held her. We hadn't developed the friendship, but the feelings that had been growing in me with regard to her were manifesting themselves.
Oddly, she threw her arms around me, too, and started crying on my shoulder.
"Ari," she said, "Its not just me, is it?"
"No, its not just you, Rebecca."
"Becky," she said.
"Huh?"
"When I dream about you, you always call me Becky."
We sat there holding each other. A train breaking down and its power going out was not that abnormal. Nobody knew what was going on, though. The fact that the dispatch wasn't getting through to the train was the scariest part. The fact that a million rescuers hadn't descended on us after two hours, that clinched it. Something was rotten in Denmark, and it wasn't just our train.
We were blocking the fucking Montague Street Tunnel. If the system was up and running, we'd be a tremendous roadblock in the busiest transit system on earth. How busy? The B, B Express, D, N, and Q trains all operate through this tunnel on three minute headways at this hour. That means that in a period of three minutes, this tunnel would be seeing five trains coming through here, in each direction. A train every 40 seconds. Keeping in mind that it takes about 20 seconds for a train to pass any given point, that means that about half the time, a train is present.
And just to keep that figure in perspective, the average rush hour peak-direction train on the system is carrying 2000 people. If we simply took the trains back to their terminals and counted that, our train was probably standing in the way of the movement of over a hundred thousand people.
They wouldn't be trying to get us out of here- no, they'd be moving heaven and earth to get us out of the way. They weren't. Therefore, the train was not a roadblock. Therefore, the road had no traffic. The traffic wasn't moving. The City that never sleeps must have stopped.
Those were the thoughts that were going through my head.
And with that fear gripping my stomach- you have to remember this was 1965. Russia nuking the City would have produced a similar situation. It was utterly terrifying. I was scared, but was trying to remain strong for the girl I was holding on to.
As the hours wore on, we started talking. I ended up spilling my guts about how much I hated the whiney, stupid, obnoxious, self-centered, kvetch known as Megan Fucking Lowenthal. The idea of spending ten minutes with her was loathsome. The rest of my life living with her made suicide an appealing prospect.
To my surprise, Becky felt the same way about Mark Chazen, except he was seemingly even worse. First of all, he apparently had some kind of vision deficiency, because he not only thought Becky wasn't the most beautiful thing on two legs, but was, in fact, somewhat ugly. He felt that a woman's place was in the home, preferably groveling before her man. Women were stupid. They didn't belong in the workforce. Period, end of discussion. He felt they were for making things, namely babies and dinner.
This insight into Mark made me feel like kicking his ass into next Tuesday.
To me, the woman, as an object, well ... Your honor, I object!
Yes, yes, I felt Becky was very physically attractive if we looked at her totally that way. But it was her personality that gave that attractiveness life. She was intelligent, funny, amusing, and interesting to talk to. She was warm, and independent. She wanted to work for a living and make something of herself. If she had been mine, I wouldn't have worshipped her.
A woman is not an object to put up on a pedestal and worship. But I'd have done one better. I would have respected her. I would have treated her like she was my equal. A capable provider. I would love her, not because she is a woman, but because she is a wonderful person worthy of that love.
The more we talked about it, the more I hated the system I had grown up understand to be the way of the world. And this was New York Fucking City. My parents didn't manage to shield me from the fact that this was not the way of the world. When we turned 18, raspberry on you, asswipe motherfuckers.
As we were both talking, we seemed to, at exactly the same moment, ask the question:
"Why do we have to put up with this?"
Then we looked at each other. We looked deep into each other's soul. And we knew the answer.
We didn't.
It wasn't a good system. When you are 13, you get shoved into a life with another person. Your parents start chanting: Hurry up! Fall in love! Why can't you fall in love? Your hearts are made for it, take a chance, why be afraid? You might have been meant for each other.
I mean, technically, we could object if the person was truly incompatible with us. I think that was good intentioned planning of another time. But the reality is, if I had objected, I would have been shunned. She would have been marked out as little better than a whore.
Ghandi once said, "I like your Christ, but I don't like your Christians." Well, I love my god. His followers, not so much.
He also said, of Western Civilization, that he felt "it would be a very good idea." But I digress.
But we asked ourselves: Why shouldn't WE fall in love? Our hearts are made for it. So let's take a chance. Why be afraid of it? We might have been made for each other, to be or not to be. So lets close our eyes to this, and make our own paradise. Little we know of it, why shouldn't WE try to make a go of it?
And so a plan was hatched. We couldn't openly rebel against our parents. For the next three and a half years, we'd be living a lie, pretending to go along with them. But on my 18th birthday, it would be time for us to raise our fists in the air, and gently extend our middle fingers.
No, you horny bastards. We didn't have sex in the dark subway car. But we did sleep together. The power didn't come back on in the Montague Street Tunnel until 7AM, and it was nearly 9 before they started to move the train. We fell asleep in each others arms, and when we woke up in the morning, the deal was sealed and we were in love.
We saw each other in school, and we made a point to create a group friendship between Mark, Megan, Rebecca, and myself. That gave us the opportunity to converse between us, and to plan, without raising too much suspicion.
For quite some time, everything went along smoothly. We made our plans, and they were foolproof. I put a percentage of the money that I made away. I came to trust Mr. Epstein. Beyond trust, we became friends, to the point where I started to call him Ben, at least when there were no customers around.
So one day, I confided my plans to him. And he was willing to keep the secret, and even help us. How did he help us? The primary one was that he let me know I was getting a pay cut. I so informed my parents, who were not happy.
But in reality, he actually gave me a small raise. Which allowed me to put away money every week. Normally, all of it went to the family. I started carefully squirreling money away- although I put it in Mr. Epstein's safe. I didn't want my parents to find it.
Things went according to plan for two full years. The money I was hiding away grew to nearly $1000. Which was real money back then. Becky and I fell more and more in love, which made it increasingly hard to hide it. It was all working perfectly. Until the Chazens scheduled the wedding. The problem? It was only two weeks after Becky's 18th birthday. Which means before my 18th birthday.
When I found this out, I was desolate. Totally. I was standing behind the counter at work, and managed to convince a customer that I wasn't that interested in servicing them. Mr. Epstein- Ben- replaced me with somebody else and called me into the back room.
"Ari, you look like your mother took your favorite puppy," he told me, "My best worker, you are, but acting like this you can not."
"I'm sorry, Ben."
"Its not like you to be like this. A reason there must be."
"There is one, yes," I replied.
"What?"
I explained to him about Rebecca and her marriage.
"Ah," he said, "Have you considered her leaving before you?"
In the immortal words of Gru from Despicable Me, "Lightbulb."
Next time I could get her alone, we discussed plans. Mr. Epstein helped by finding her a job with a jeweler he knew in Buffalo, a cousin of his that had also ran away from the closed-community outlook. He owned the building that his shop was in and rented the apartment to her- us, really- as well.
On the day of her 18th Birthday, I got off from work, and she met me in front of her building, a single suitcase being what she was willing to risk taking with her. We walked to the East Broadway subway stop, and walked down the stairs. I carried her suitcase.
We road the train to Broadway-Lafayette, and then changed trains at Bleeker St. We road the train to Grand Central Terminal. We looked at each other sadly. It really was an unfortunate comment on our lives that she had to sneak away in order to live her life in the manner she wished to. Namely with me.
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Mein bisher geilstes Sex-Erlebnis Ben kam noch näher an mich ran, bis sein Kopf neben meinem war. „Ach nein? Dann war das sicher alles ganz ohne Absicht, wie Du Dich immer schön nach vorne gebeugt hast, damit ich Deine Titten sehen konnte. Und rein zufällig immer dann, wenn Sarah nicht hinschaute... Hältst Du mich eigentlich für blöd?"Sarah. Oh Gott, die Erwähnung ihres Namens schreckte mich auf. Wenn sie herein kam und uns so sah. Ich machte mich los und versuchte, den Raum zu verlassen. Aber...
Summary: Violet is subjected to anal and sphincter training so she will be prepared for anal sex. Keywords: M/F, anal, humil, reluc, mdom, span Violets Anal Training Michael sat in the chair as she entered. Powerone had described her perfectly, long black hair, green eyes, pale skin, very small hands and fingers, DD breasts and small hips. She had a gothic look to her, the black clothes standing out dramatically to her white skin. "What am I doing here?" Violet questioned, but she already knew...
EroticA Supermodel's Downfall (East Coast Slavers Organization Story III) by: Desert Dog (Desertlickingdog at yahoo dot com) Prologue – Introductions (or What's E.C.S.O.) Credits : The story that follows is my own work. However, for the energy and inspirationto craft this story, I would like to thank two readers who responded with timelye-mails containing simple story suggestions. One reader's recommendation (whoserequest ended up being mirrored in a number of responses) was to subject...
Now about my sisters let me just say they may have the same face with blue eyes like the sky and for some reason the same body, breast size, waist size and the same weight but all of them have different personalities, hair styles, taste in food and different interests like hobbies, tv shows, music and movies. Let just start from the first born to the last born. Iris the first born, has short light brown hair that looks very good on her that you can't understand what so ever on how she pulls...
This Story is about 4 kids 14yo who are quadruplets, 2 Girls and 2 Boys. They learn about sex, then explore with other. The rest you'll have to find out, As with my other stories I use the ******** lines to sepparate the sex scenes. So if you get sick of the boring part of the story, just skip ahead. Quadruplets Cum Together We have a family of 6 siblings. A 20yo brother Jay, 16yo sister Ann, Then there were to 4 of us. I was born 1st, so I guess I’m the oldest. We’re 14yo, my...
My parents, who had left for the weekend, had returned early and caught my sisters, brother and I in bed together. Let me explain. My name is Shawn. My sisters, Stephanie and Stacy, along with my brother, Shane and I are a set of identical 18 yr. old quadruplets. A few nights ago, we consummated our love for each other by having sex for the first time. Last night, we decided to push Shane’s bed and mine together and sleep there. I was the first to wake, and discovered that our parents...
I awoke the next morning and went to stretch when I felt a warm soft body beside me. Rolling to the side, I noticed the beautiful face of my sister Stacy, and the pervious nights activities came back to me. Let me explain. Stacy and I, along with our brother and sister, Shane and Stephanie, are quadruplets. My name is Shawn by the way. The previous night we had gone to the senior dance at school, and then came back to have sex with each other for the first time. Our parents were gone for...
Our father met our mother while in college getting his engineering degree. He was tall at 6’4”and with brown hair, brown eyes, and he wasn't involved in any extracurricular activities except his studies. What he did when he wasn't studying was lift weights. He wasn't big and bulky like most weight lifters, but he was still big enough to cause people to look. Our mother was almost a foot shorter than my father at 5’6,” with the same brown hair and eyes, and a plain Jane look. She wasn't...
Time line: Year 3 To my eyes, Melanie could have been a model. She was twenty-four years old, five foot six, long blonde hair, blue eyes, creamy white skin, beautiful red lips. We met in class at the local college three years ago, when we sat next to each other. It was a computer programming class and she was having a problem with one of the assignments. I helped her with it, showing her how to solve the problem. The problem was so obvious that the she was embarrassed and said, "Damn! You...
My father was one of those people who believed that if you were less than 15 minutes early, you were late. After a shower, getting dressed, and a light breakfast, we were on our way. We pulled into a client’s parking space about 25 minutes till 12:00. All the way my mother and father worked on my self confidence, making sure I was ready for this meeting. I am usually confident in myself, so I just buried my fear deep down as we walked in like I owned the ground I walked on. My mom whispered...
As Maya led us into the conference room, I noticed all eyes on me and my father asked me to share my thoughts. You look like you’ve had something rattling around in that head of yours. Maya started to exit, but I stopped her and asked her to stay. Maya asked about the phones, I told her they would leave a message if it was important. I looked at our account managers, I asked; isn’t one of your daughters graduating from college later this year. Wendy replied that her daughter was graduating...
On the way, Chloe riding with me, I called my parents and asked them if they wanted to meet us for dinner at our steak house. They said they would and I told them the reservation for five was in my name. If they could call and make it for seven it would be great. My mom said she would and said thanks for covering for me in today’s meeting. I gave Chloe the single finger to lips shush sign and asked mom what she was talking about. She laughed and said, you know, about you asking for the...
It is now Saturday, my parents left first thing this morning and I am alone with no one to talk to except my thoughts. I have been pacing our home for awhile and decided to do some research and learn more about dominate / submissive lifestyles. What I found out was quite interesting, I discovered my mother had explained it pretty good. Except, her explanation was at an entry level of the lifestyle. There was so much more than I expected and decided to play it by ear and would learn as it...
I called Chloe and asked her if everything was ready for tomorrow morning. She said that it was. I dropped the bombshell on her as I asked if she minded if we took the quads with us. I asked her because of the altercation, we didn’t have time to finish my 18th birthday and we think we can at “The Club”. They also want to spend some quality time with you as they know that we will be at “The Club” and partaking in the lifestyle. They have no problem with this and would like to join us from...
I heard laugher coming from the living room, and then I heard a sigh next to me as Chloe rolled over and intently looked in my eyes. She said that I could do whatever I did last night again and she didn’t care who watched. I felt so loved, wanted, and cherished like I never felt in my life. Please, don’t ever leave me. I looked in her eyes and replied never. I told Chloe that we should get up and get ready. I am not sure what time it is, but we have a meeting at 1:00 and I am not sure we...
I woke the next morning to an empty bed and I could hear them talking in the front of our suite. I opened the bedroom door and caught the smell of a wonderful breakfast buffet on the kitchen counter. The girls were all excited saying that this was here when they awoke. A note said that it was always provided when the owner’s suite was occupied. I asked if anyone knew what time it was and they told me it was around 0600. Fixing myself a plate I said thank you. After I was fed well, I told...
Anthony said that he would call in all non critical security for a meeting. He said it should take about fifteen minutes. Chloe and Adriana came over and sat next to the desk as I rolled out the map. Looking at the map I saw the exact properties we needed to purchase, but we still needed to go and look. I asked them what they thought. Adriana pointed at the eleven landing pads and asked what these were. I told her they supported the other club. Touching the map I indicated that these ten...
Tiffany smiled down at us and said “the meal will be ready in about ten minutes. You probably should shower, you both smell like you had a really good time.” Beth looked at Tiffany and asked “would you like to join us in the shower?” Tiffany replied “I would love to.” We slowly and carefully washed each and every square inch of each other’s body we dried each other the same way. Since we didn’t have clothes, we went to our meal naked. As we entered the dining room, I noticed that...
We were all having a good laugh as we pulled up to the hotel. When Samara stepped out of the limo she looked up and asked “are we really staying here? I’ve never stayed anywhere this nice before.” I looked at Ethan and smiled, then back at Samara and said, “If you are going to be working for us, you need to get used to it. If you work for us you are family, but if you are a part of management, you are close family members.” She actually blushed and as she turned bright red, she covered...
As we returned to our hotel, I asked my father, “What are we going to do about a more permanent flight crew.” My father laughed “I have been thinking about it since Mai brought it up this morning. After our call to Peru, I was even thinking that we need to buy a plane for you and have you choose your personal flight crew. You’re the owner of the family trust and its worldly interests: restaurants all over the world, “The Club”, maybe resorts in Hawaii and Peru. You will be required to fly a...
I don’t know how long I had been asleep. I felt a tap on my shoulder. I opened my eyes, turned my head and as my eyes opened I saw Jade’s smiling face. She said, “Good morning Master, are you ready for some breakfast?” As I became fully aware of my surroundings, I felt, and then saw Barbie spooned up to me. Andie was spooned firmly in Barbie’s arms they both had smiles on their face. I gently woke them from their slumber, “Ladies, would you like some breakfast?” Andie crawled over...
We were waiting for the elevator in the resort lobby. Naomi introduced me to Monique. She also asked where Tammy was. I replied, “Tammy is with Tiffany on the airplane. Most of the effects of the drugs her parents gave her are out of her system. Abby and Ava are also with her to monitor how Tammy is doing.” We got off the elevator and headed to our suite. Stepping into the suite, Monique gasped, “This is lovely, and it seems so big for a hotel with only 100 rooms.” Naomi replied,...
After everyone left for the hotel we divided up and went to bed on the plane. There wasn’t much fooling around as we quickly drifted off to sleep. I was sound asleep when I heard a familiar sound. I recognized my phone ringing and sleepily reached out and answered it. “Hello.” I recognized the cheery voice, “Good morning Master, it’s time to get ready for work.” Coming to my senses, “Good morning Naomi, what time is it?” Laughing she answered, “It’s 0700, do you have a plan for...
Alicia gasped, “Are you telling your husband to sleep with us?” Ming smiled, “No Alicia, I am telling him that the two of you need a man to take care of your needs and he is the best one for the task. I suggest you do as I request, and yes Master, I know about Tammy, she is already waiting for the three of you to join her. All three of them should put you to sleep tonight.” Elena looked at Ming in surprise, “You mean you already have one woman in his bed waiting for us?” Ming...
Zach was with Mai, Ming, Naomi and my lawyers. As I approached, Zach stated, “That looked like quite a discussion you had with them. Do you think they will listen to what you said?” Ming laughed and looked at Zach, “If they didn’t listen, Jade and Liu will knock them out in seconds. There isn’t a better two-woman team anywhere and they destroy the Master all the time. I am glad we are not going to be here. I really don’t want to watch that match. Before leaving the hanger, I asked Zach,...
Note: I am sorry for ignoring this story for a while. An issue with my computer deleted a number of files, most have been restored and I rewrote this chapter. It became much too long, henceforth pt 1 and pt 2. This is being posted as chapter 22 because I figure out to post it as part two. Thanks for your patience. I am still working with markf52 as editor of my stories. If you have read every chapter you may have noticed a change in the way I write and tell the stories. Most of these changes...
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