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The snow was getting deeper. I could barely see through the swirling clouds of crystals. My headlights were so attenuated by the blizzard that the road was invisible more often than not. For the tenth time in as many minutes I cursed myself for starting south so late. At best, I could only see about ten feet ahead. As a result I was only moving about twenty miles an hour – and that was reckless, but I needed to get to the lodge soon.

Normally, I head south as soon as I get laid off. This year, however, I had tarried at the request of friends who were wintering over in Alaska. We played and partied until after Halloween. They insisted the Moose Club’s traditional dance and costume party was well worth it. It was fun. But it wasn’t worth going through this shit. Nevertheless, here I was, driving through the Northern Canadian Rockies in a blizzard trying to stay alive until I reached the next roadhouse or motel.

I work on a fishing boat in the summers in Alaska. The country and the seas are beautiful and bountiful, the work’s hard, but a good alternative to a normal life, or to working out (the job is physical enough to allow me to drop my winter fat gain in just a few weeks), and the pay is great. Five months of back-breaking work and long hours allow me to do pretty much what I want for the rest of the year as long as I save up enough of my wages during the season.

Staying through the winter is out of the question, though. I’ve managed to get an option on some land there and plan to build a little house when I can afford it. But paying Alaskan rent while I’m unemployed would wipe out most of everything I saved all summer. So I became a “snowbird”, packing all the stuff I’ll need until spring in my truck to head south.

That’s the downside of the whole thing -- getting back and forth. It’s a long drive from there to anywhere decent for the winter, and, as interesting and exciting as the first few road trips are, it was getting old. This was my tenth trip down through the wilderness that is Northern British Columbia to the U. S. and points south. It is my long-range plan to have homes at both ends and just fly back and forth. With a home and a vehicle at both ends it will be just a matter of packing my clothes and climbing on a plane. The trouble with that is primarily a financial one. A secondary problem is Rebel.

Oh, I could do it differently. A lot of people do. I could drive just far enough to get on the Alaska State Ferry system. I tried the ferry once and for me it was great, though more expensive even than flying. For Rebel it wasn’t so good. He had to stay down on the car deck except when we were stopped in the various ports along the way. I guess I should introduce him before I go on.

Rebel is my four year old German Shepherd/Husky mix. I acquired him by accident during my second season up there. I had met a woman named Sherry who was in Alaska for the first time. We had reached the stage of talking about both of us becoming real “sourdoughs” by spending the winter in the North Country. With my unemployment and her wages from the restaurant we figured we could make it. She moved in with me and we split the rent on the house, though I was out fishing most of the time. Of course we had some great sex when I was home.

A woman she worked with had a dog. It had puppies and Sherry fell in love with Rebel. I had to admit he was a cute little fuzz ball and he was smart, too. We became one big happy family. It was great – for a while. Then, somewhere around the middle of August, I came home from work one day and found a note. Rebel watched me read it. He nuzzled my knee and helped me through the sadness. Sherry and I had only been together a few months, so the pain evaporated fairly quickly. Still, I was left with an empty bed and the obligation of Rebel. He’s a good friend but he complicates things sometimes.

I’m thirty seven. My story isn’t all that different from a lot of other guys. I tried college, but I was nineteen and I wanted to stretch my wings. As a result of my truncated education, I’ve worked at a handful of different jobs, some for years and others I couldn’t get away from quick enough. I have spent a good deal of my adult life alone. So the ‘aloneness’ of these trips back and forth wasn’t really a hardship on me. It was kind of like taking my everyday life on the road. I have had two wives and two divorces.

After the second divorce I headed for Alaska. I dated some local women in my summers up there, but Sherry was the first one who didn’t seem to have a problem with me being gone so much. After she left, I decided that a dog was all the long term company I needed for the time being. If I was the only one making the dishes dirty, it was easy for me to wash them. In the long run I guess losing Sherry was a kind of blessing in disguise, though the lack of sex was tough.

I’ve learned that a long road trip alone allows my mind to travel a lot of obscure trails. That’s okay in nice weather. It isn’t good, however, to let myself get distracted when the snow is whipping around the fenders. A couple of times I had already slid, once nearly into the ditch. While I was remembering Sherry and how Rebel came into my life, I almost missed a curve. I skidded and nearly lost control. My old high school driver’s-ed class came through for me, though.

I slowed down even more after that. I knew that the little place I usually stayed at on this part of the road wasn’t too much farther. It was called the ‘Double G’. It was an old place along the treacherous road that skirted Lake Muncho. There was a newer place just before I got to it, and I had stayed there once. But to me a hotel room -- especially on a ‘point A to point B’ trip -- is just a place to flop down and restore from the day’s travel. The place I had found on my first trip down the highway was quaint and friendly. It was a café and gas station with a few rooms to rent. It also cost considerably less than the other place.

What won me over, really, was the sign. It wasn’t the sign on the pole by the road. It was the sign nailed to the side of the row of their five rooms. I arrived late that first time. I wasn’t sure there was anybody around. A light shone from the main building’s second story, and there were three lights burning over three of the rooms, so I was encouraged. When I pulled in, my headlights flashed across the sign that had another dim, bare bulb above it.

The sign said, “After 9PM, pick a cabin with a light on and see the manager in the morning”. It rang my bell. I suppose they occasionally lose a night’s revenue from people arriving late and leaving early, but I believe that most people -- up here, at least -- are basically honest. People in the North Country (capital N, capital C) have to depend on each other too much to make a habit of ripping others off. I found a room and crashed for the night.

I wasn’t even sure that place was still open this late in the year. I knew the owner pulled his boat (“Fishing Trips! Fish Guaranteed!”) out of the lake the last week of September. I passed the newer lodge and kept my fingers crossed as I rounded the next half dozen curves along the lake.

As I came around the last turn the glow of lambent light from the Double G filtered through the whipping snow. I breathed a sigh of relief. I was ‘home’. At least I was home for the night, and I told Rebel. He thumped the door with his tail in his joy, but his chin never left my thigh.

I crunched through the icy rifts piled up around the parking area. Over the five doors, there were four lights still burning. As the sign said, the way their system worked, a lit bulb was the signal that the room was vacant. The only other vehicle there was a Jeep Cherokee. There wasn’t much snow in its tracks, so I knew it was a fairly recent arrival, too.

I left Rebel in the truck and walked to the lighted door two down from the one that was dark. I tried the knob and the room proved to be empty as promised. I returned to the truck and brought my duffel and dog in. I brushed the snow from Rebel’s paws and stomped my boots before removing them. The owners provided an oversized wiry coconut mat just inside the door for the purpose.

I knew already that there was no phone, no TV, and no coffee service. This place was rustic. It was my kind of place for this kind of trip. I fed Rebel and set down his water bowl. After that I just stripped down and crawled between the cold sheets, shivering. The thick blankets contained my body heat and my shivering stopped soon enough. I slept.

The next morning I scolded Rebel, but not too severely. I woke to find his doggy breath wafting over my neck. The dream evaporated -- it was about a leggy blonde who kept snuggling up to me. I pushed him off the bed and felt my nose. It was cool, but not frigid. I slipped out of the bed and hurried to turn on the shower. I stuck my cup under the hot water and stirred in a spoonful of instant coffee. I took it into the shower with me.

Fortunately, Rebel was on ‘road trip mode’. He had become conditioned to wait until I was ready to take him out for his morning constitutional. At times, he became rather antsy with the waiting, but it usually worked out. He was sitting by the outside door when I came out of the bathroom. I dressed quickly and pulled my watch cap down on my damp hair. Before I opened the door I pulled the curtain on the small window back. It was still dark, but the snow and wind had stopped. The lights of the three unoccupied rooms reflected off the ice crystals that topped the snow that lay in a thick blanket over everything.

We went out. I let Rebel range on the end of the leash as I swept the snow from the windshield of the truck with my gloved hand. I opened the truck and started it, closing the door quickly after making sure the heat was on high. By the time the dog was done, the cab was still cool, but warm enough to let him in. He would just have to wait there until I repacked and had finished my business in the office/cafe. The sky was paling fast and I wanted to get a good start.

I paid for the room and used the pay phone to call my brother while my breakfast fried. I ate and enjoyed a cup of real coffee before gassing up and letting Rebel take another spin around the trees. As we were making that second run, I couldn’t help but hear a battery being ground down to nothing. The Jeep Cherokee’s driver’s door hung open. I took Rebel back to the truck and got him, dusting the snow off his paws in as best I could, trusting that he’d stay on his own side.

Closing the door, I trudged through the seven or so inches of fresh snow to the door of the Jeep. Long black hair hid her face. “It isn’t going to start. If you don’t stop grinding it, you’ll ruin the starter,” I said.

I was surprised when the head whipped around and the beautiful lips spat out, “Well, the goddamn thing has to fucking start! I have to get to Fort-fucking-Nelson by tonight!” Even if I hadn’t seen her, I could have told from her accent and the colorful adjectives that the speaker was no novice to the North. The women up here swear as well as the men do, sometimes even more picturesquely. More significantly, she had the bronzed complexion of a native.

“Well, it ain’t gonna start right now,” I said. She stopped grinding the starter and the silence was only broken by the purr of my truck’s engine. She glanced toward it. Then she turned back to me. We assayed each other. I can’t tell you what she saw, but what I saw was okay. I was sure now that she was a native, or at least part native, but her features were a blend. Her skin tone really wasn’t too much darker than mine was after my months at sea.

She looked to be in her mid to late twenties. As I said, her long black hair hung free. She wore a thick parka with a fur ruff around the hood. Her jeans were faded and her pacs were unlaced halfway -- usually a sure sign you’re looking at a Canadian, or at least a person who has spent a fair amount of time up north. Boots frequently need to be removed when you go inside and lacing them and unlacing them all the way is just too much trouble. Facially, she was very attractive. At least she had the potential. Just at that moment her anger and disappointment with her vehicle made her features pretty rough. The thought drifted through my mind that I was really glad her anger was not directed at me.

She stood up and I backed off. Without another word she stomped off toward the café. I could have just gotten into my truck and driven off. Like I said, though, people up here help each other. I didn’t know anything about her. She could be anybody or nobody. She said she had to get to Fort Nelson today. I mean Fort “fucking” Nelson. After a few seconds I followed her. Rebel barked just once to warn me that he was ready to go. I ignored him.

When I reached the office, I heard her yelling at the owner. “I can’t wait for parts! I already told you I have to be in Fort Nelson today!”

“Well, Miss, I don’t know that you’ll need parts, eh? I only said that if I had to order them...” She cut him off.

“What can I do then? Will you please go and see what my problem is?” She seemed to be getting herself in hand. Her voice had dropped several decibels. I guessed she was resigned to the situation.

“Yes, Ma’am,” the short bald man told her. I marveled at his patience. But then, he was seeing the same features I had. I could have been on the road and miles away by then. I wasn’t.

We all traipsed back out to the Jeep after the man got into his outdoor gear. We cleared most of the snow from the roof and windows. Hitting the starter briefly, he signaled her to stop. She and I pushed and the little man steered as we pushed the Jeep toward the open door of his garage. About halfway there, she turned her head to me. She seemed surprised I was still there, but she didn’t say anything.

Once we got it inside, he pushed a button and the door rumbled closed. A large heater hung on cables and pipes running from the ceiling, into it, and back out through the wall. It roared to life and began to drive the cold back. The man hooked up a booster/charger to the battery and a hose to the exhaust. The hose ran across the floor and disappeared through the outside wall. He told the woman to try the starter. It only took a few seconds for him to determine that her starter was shot. “Maybe the alternator, as well,” he added. “In this model the alternator is inside the starter.”

She slumped against the door of her car. Her long hair hung down, shielding her face. I glanced at the man and he looked back at me. He shrugged. It was too bad, it said, but he wasn’t going anywhere. And neither was she – at least that day. I cleared my throat.

She raised her face to look at me. I had expected tears, but her cheeks were dry and flushed an attractive shade of bronze. Her anger had receded, but it was still there. There was sadness, too, and something else. “I’m heading south,” I said simply. “I don’t know what your situation is, but I can get you to Fort Nelson.”

She stood up straight. It’s a great thing to know that something you have done or said has put hope back into a disappointed heart. She seemed to buoy up; as if her car troubles had deflated her and my announcement had puffed some fresh air into her. “I’m just passing through, but I can get you there. Getting back here to get your rig is up to you,” I added. (I have friends down south -- that’s south of Alaska and British Columbia -- in the continental U.S. -- who tell me it is an anomaly to call vehicles “rigs”, as if they were horse-drawn wagons. In the north, that’s what they’re called, so I’m sorry.)

She gave the man all her information while I trudged back to the truck and pulled it around to the door. I shed my own parka since the cab was nice and toasty by then (Rebel was panting). I turned the heat down. She came out and felt the heat when she opened the door. Quickly shrugging out of her coat, she poked Rebel’s butt to move him into the back (my truck has an extended cab -- one of the reasons I bought it was to take these trips with the dog) and jumped up into the passenger seat. She slammed the door and held out her hand.

“I’m Marjorie Johns,” she said. The surname is a common one in the north. “I live in Watson Lake.” If you don’t know, the town next to the lake has its name. She didn’t actually live ‘in a lake’.

“Don Billings,” I said and shook her hand. Hers was cool and narrow, but strong and calloused. Obviously she was used to working. We pulled out onto the road. Along the edge of Lake Muncho, there are no guard rails. I could only tell where the road was by the way the snow broke off suddenly to my right at the shore of the lake. The left side was thickly covered with trees at those spots where the rock face fell back enough. The road was the only unnatural surface in sight. It was flat and currently covered with a thick blanket of snow. I expected to come upon a plow at some point. The Canadian road crews were always working somewhere along the Alaska Highway, no matter the weather.

We drove a while in silence. After about ten miles (about fifteen minutes at the required speed) she turned to me. She asked about me. I told her as much as I wanted her to know. It was a new experience having company for this trip, so I probably let my mouth run a little more than I should have. When I stopped, she looked like she was going to ask something else, but I beat her to it. “What about you?” I asked. “What’s so important about getting to Fort Nelson today?”

At first I thought she wasn’t going to answer. Her mild expression turned stormy and she flashed me with an angry glance. Then her face softened. “I’m sorry. It’s just that this trip is so fucking stupid. I shouldn’t have to be here at all.” I thought that was all I was going to get, but she went on a few seconds later.

“My damn boyfriend has gotten himself into trouble,” she began. As the story came out, I learned more than I wanted to know about the Canadian justice system. Her guy had gone with a friend to help him remove some possessions from the house the friend had shared with his already ex-wife. He was moving out. Well, the split wasn’t as clear cut as the friend had led them to believe. The ex-wife called the cops. The end result was that Marjorie’s boyfriend and his buddy were in the custody of the Mounties in Fort Nelson, charged with burglary. They were both waiting for Marjorie to bail them out. Another kink in the tale was that if the boyfriend didn’t get back to Watson Lake in a timely manner, he would lose his job.

“I can’t thank you enough for helping me,” she said. I looked at her. She was looking back. Her anger had, at least for that moment, disappeared. She smiled and it was as if the interior of the truck had lit up. I felt my face flush and saw how truly beautiful she was. I just shrugged an ‘aw, shucks, ma’am’ and said that I was making the trip anyway and the company was welcome. I turned my eyes back to the road and looked around us as the day brightened. The sky was still overcast but it was broken a bit. The snow reflected the gray light. Through those stretches where we left the lakeside, everything was a fairyland of white, nearly unbroken snow. There were animal tracks here and there, leading to and from the lake. There were a few places where the water was still open and they could drink. When the overcast started to break up more, the sun peeking over the tops of the mountains, things got uncomfortable for my eyes. I pulled my sunglasses from the visor and put them on. She dug in her parka and put hers on.

“I make the trip every fall and back north every spring,” I told her. “I’m usually alone, so it’s kind of nice to have company, especially when the company is so attractive.” It was her turn to hide her blush, hiding it by turning her face to look out the window. I don’t know if it was my compliment or just her own way of doing things, but Marjorie began talking again. A half hour later I knew all there was to know about her disastrous relationship. Her boyfriend seemed to be a real dick. I always wonder why these women hook up with this kind of guy. We drove through the impossibly beautiful landscape and she talked. “Joe is a real handful. We got married just after I got out of high school in Whitehorse. I was pregnant at the time, but I lost the baby. We got divorced, then we got back together. I refused to marry him again.” It was a few minutes before she continued. “We didn’t have any more kids. Anyway, we moved around. He is a driver and heavy equipment operator. I asked him if we could go south -- to Vancouver or somewhere. He loves the North, though. I was born and raised up here, so I guess it’s okay. But it’s also a trap. I learned that a long time ago. My dad died when he didn’t make it walking home from a party one night in the winter. He slipped and hit his head. By the time they found him, he’d frozen.

“Joe could be my father.” She glanced at me and then hurried on. “I mean, he’s so much like him. He drinks more than he should and he stays out all night some nights. His boss has warned him already. He’s a great guy, but he has some bad habits. One of his bad habits is letting his love for his friends outweigh his obligation to me. That’s why this whole thing pisses me off so fucking bad. I told him if he loses this job, I’m history.” I really didn’t have anything to say about all that, so I said it. She fell silent for a while. When I glanced over at her I saw that she was asleep. At least her eyes were closed, so I drove on in silence.

The trees glowed in the bright morning sun. There was no track from earlier traffic. The snowplows hadn’t been there yet, so we just broke trail, four-wheel-drive all the way and following the flat break between the tall snow-shrouded pines and aspens that flanked the road and the flat expanse of the lake on the other side.

I came around a turn and had to stop myself from slamming on the brakes. A short way beyond the curve a mound of dirty looking snow, rocks and ice blocked the road. It was at least three times the height of my cab. Two R.C.M.P. cars -- SUV’s, of course -- were pulled up on the shoulder on the opposite side, about a hundred yards away. Mounties in orange parkas and gloves were waving as we came around the trees.

I had wondered why we’d seen no opposing traffic. Here was my answer. Apparently, from what the Mounties said, the slide had come down about dawn. As I sat with the frigid morning air rolling through the window, they gave me the disappointing news that we’d have to turn back. Marjorie made no sound at all. Just as the Mountie was trying to decide the best way for us to turn around, a clanking behemoth approached from our rear. It was a heavy duty snowplow truck with chains on, and pulling a trailer with a backloader on it. The driver unhitched the trailer before wheeling smartly around us in the truck. The Mountie backed off as the truck began pushing the snow, its blade biting into the bush alongside the road.

The driver obviously knew his job because after shoving that load aside, he backed off and cut into the edge of the mounded snow that was blocking us, shoving it toward the lake. His efforts soon bared a wide shelf of solid ground off the left side. Once it was clear he backed past us and a good ways behind, and just waited. With the Mountie’s help, I turned the truck and we returned the way we had just come. Marjie took Rebel off to pee while I got us checked in back at the Double G. I pulled around to the side door and grabbed our bags from the back. When I returned to the truck for the cooler, Marjie was running toward the door. Rebel was bouncing along beside her. He was in heaven. I never ran him like that. The idle thought drifted through my mind that I could leave him with her in Quesnel. Then she could keep him or I could pick him up when I went north again.

I discarded the idea almost immediately. I’ve never been one to slough my dogs off on other people. I was raised learning how to care for pets and the responsibility had taken root. Rebel was mine until he died -- or I did, whichever came first. Her cheeks were rosy when she got to me. The rain had soaked her hair and made mats out of Rebel’s fur. I grabbed the trash bag with Rebel’s towels in it from the back of the truck. He was going to need them.

In my room Marjie stripped to the skin and used one of the bath towels to dry off while I did the same for Rebel. I didn’t do such a good job on the dog because I was too busy watching Marjie. Her belly was flat and she had very little pubic hair. In the light from the nearly closed curtains I caught sight of a silvery line just below her navel that I hadn’t noticed that morning. I realized I was looking at a stretch mark from her pregnancy. It meant that she had been fairly well along when she lost the baby.

She was sitting on the bed with her hair forward as she toweled it. Suddenly she jerked her head up, flipping the curtain of hair to the back. She caught me watching her and her lips curled into a slow smile. She leaned back on her elbows and moved her knees apart. My heart thumped in my chest. It was such an erotic move I felt my mouth water. I dropped Rebel’s towel on the floor and walked on my knees to the bed. I moved between her legs and caressed her thighs. Her smile never wavered. I leaned forward. Her taste was wonderful. Once she climaxed, I stripped down and moved up on top of her.

Later we finished the vodka before we dressed and went out for dinner. I was surprised at how much she ate. When I commented, she just said I’d made her work up an appetite. We laughed and clinked our beer glasses together. We had another beer after dinner. Marjie had a shot with hers. I looked at my watch and saw that it was not quite 7:00. Before returning to the motel I made a stop at the liquor and grocery stores. I knew they were right next to each other so one stop took care of both needs.

I told Marjie to go in and get some stuff for snacking on while I walked over to the liquor store. We’d discussed the relative merits of American vs. Canadian beer over dinner. I bought a half case of my preferred (American) brand and a six-pack of Molson’s for Marjie. I stashed the beer in the truck and joined her in the grocery store. She was already in line. I examined what she’d picked out and dashed off to grab a couple more things that I wanted.

Back at the room we put everything that needed cooling in the cooler with some fresh ice. Marjie turned on the television and flipped through the channels. I called my brother and told him where I was. I hadn’t told him about Marjorie yet, since there hadn’t been any opportunity. It didn’t seem like a good time to try to explain her right then, either so I hung up letting him think it was just Rebel I meant when I accidentally said ‘we’ a couple of times during the conversation.

I opened the atlas and found the map of B.C. I confirmed what I thought I remembered from previous trips. It looked like roughly 60 or 70 miles to Chetwynd and another couple hundred to Prince George. Beyond that it was about 70 more miles to Quesnel. Under normal circumstances it was an easy drive. I’ve covered twice that much in a day on my earlier trips. Even with my slackened schedule I might have gone on to Williams Lake -- for a total mileage of just over 500.

I reminded myself that the road from Dawson Creek to Prince George led back across the Rockies. There was no telling what we’d run into up there in November. We were about 230 miles south of Fort Nelson at Dawson Creek, and the weather was fair. Climbing back into the mountains would take us back into winter. There was no certainty we’d make even Prince George by tomorrow night.

Between Chetwynd and P.G. there was only one place on the map that might have shelter that time of year. I’d never stayed at McLeod Lake, but it was a year-round community so I was confident something should be open. Long haul trucks make the trip all year round. Still, it was only a little over 200 miles from Dawson Creek to there. If it was an emergency, then we’d be fine. I hoped to get farther than that, however.

I closed the atlas and slid down to the pillow. Marjie had been watching some Canadian or British sitcom. I waited until it ended before asking her for the remote. She handed it to me and gave me a quick kiss before stumbling off to the bathroom. I recalled how much I’d seen her drink that night.

I flipped through the channels until I located the weather channel. So far they were forecasting decent weather where we’d be traveling the next day. I offered up a little prayer that it would hold. I sat up and took off my shirt. I sat on the bed and popped another beer while waiting for Marjie to finish getting ready for bed. She came out just as I was draining my beer. I stood up and looked at her. She was naked. We hadn’t been together long enough for the wonder of her beauty to have paled for me. I just let my eyes caress all her curves and valleys. She continued across the room to me and hugged me. She smelled great. She hadn’t showered, but she didn’t need to. I inhaled her natural scent and rubbed her round butt. She bit my nipple and I was instantly erect.

“Let me go brush my teeth and get out of these clothes. I have plans for you.”

“Okay,” she said. “I’ll warm up your spot.” I assumed she meant the bed, but then I wasn’t sure if that was the spot she meant. I let go of her and walked into the bathroom. I noticed that she had washed her panties again, along with her tee shirt. She hadn’t brought any clothes with her at all. In Ft. Nelson she had picked up a sweat shirt and some long johns along with the spare panties. I hoped neither of us would need the long underwear. If we did, it would mean we would probably be walking.

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Going South

Hop 1 After having been home a few months and recuperated from having gone round the world in my Corsair, a World War II fighter, I started thinking about the Southern route. Many planes transferred from the States to Europe, especially the North African and Southern European Theatre, by flying across the Atlantic from Brazil to Africa. I'd see parts of the world I had missed the first time and avoided a couple places I didn't want to see again. I looked at the distances from island to...

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Amity 4 The HerdsChapter 5 South

As I had predicted, Snort managed to get half his heifers pregnant in the first four days. Tally and I decided to split the herd into six lots before he did the rest. Five lots had ten cows in each. Half were pregnant, and the other half were not. The sixth lot included the other ten girls and Snort. If the owners of the first five lots wanted Snort to finish the job, they would have to pay his new owner. Else, they could put them to their own bulls. We considered this fair and the feedback...

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My White boyvisit to the South

I was your average city girl. Never been to the south a day of my life nevertheless did I want to go. But I promised my Great aunt I’d come to visit her since I hadn’t seen her in more than 10 years since I was 9. I was the typical 19 year old. In college, studying, lots of tests and more studying. Definitely no time for niggaz. Hadn’t had a date since I was 17 as a matter of fact. I guess the benefit of visiting down South would be the peace and quiet time I would get to relax and get some...

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Sarah Goes Down South

Sarah Goes Down (South) By Kimberli Nicole McCarthy This is a continuation of Sarah Smile The sun broke through the windows, pulling Sarah out of her slumber. She lay in bed, running her hands across her panties and bra, and thought fondly about the bathroom at Sbarros, and about how she pleased Billy again on the cab ride home, and how he took her again on the sofa before they retreated to his bed to sleep in each others arms. When Billy walked in from work that night,...

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Woman Partner Chapter Fifteen Heading South

Author's Name: Lee Anne Montgomery ([email protected]) Story Title: Woman Partner (Chapter 15, Heading South) This work is copyrighted to the author © 2003. Please do not remove the author information or make any changes to this story. You may post freely to non-commercial "free" sites, or in the "free" area of commercial sites. Thank you for your consideration. I look forward to, and hope that I receive, your feedback....

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The Romantic VigilanteChapter 16 Going South

Drew MacIntosh found himself in the main incident room, staring at the board that still had the timeline showing the vigilante incidents. With no new leads, Drew was working other cases now but he continually came back to the vigilante. The Crimewatch programme had been a big disappointment. Drew had held out high hopes that someone out there knew something, had that vital little clue that would unlock the case, but there had been only a trickle of calls and none of them threw up anything...

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The United Kingdom of Zoo A fake BBC documentary seriesS12 E16 Tamara Cooper 32 from Southampton

We start this week’s show with an establishing shot of St Mary’s Stadium, home of Southampton Football Club ... Then spinning around to look over the River Solent, zooming in on a large, gray-green structure with little round windows ... Then we cut to that building – on a dusty industrial estate - with the river and St Mary’s Stadium in the background. A sign on the front of the building reads “MAIN AGGREGATES”. Our host steps into frame from the side, immediately making the scene better to...

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Adventure Down South

MARCH 2010 Comanche smoke signals of dust rise from an uneven dirt road, a half mile away. Beth’s bouncing pickup emerges from the cloud, an arrow aimed at Jim Ed’s southwest pasture barn. Beth and Jen stagger from the barn, loaded with gear. Jim Ed Andrews, III leans against his white crew cab pickup. He grins at the pony-tailed brunettes, who are irritated at our lack of assistance. The two girls are roughly 5-5, 120, with nice chests. Both are athletic and bright. Beth is dark skinned....

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Not Very Nice People Chapter 111 Going South

NOT VERY NICE PEOPLE by Crazy Baron (Sequel to Life Out of Joint) DISCLAIMERS This work is not intended to make profit. It may be distributed to forums where it can be read free of charge, provided that the author gives his explicit permission and that the text is not altered. While it contains copyrighted intellectual property (namely, appearances of fictional characters), no copyright infringement is intended. As the story deals with topics and themes related to...

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A Trip Down South

My wife and I had been separated for about a year. I decided I needed to get back into action before dust started to collect. I joined an online service to avoid having to hit the bar scene. Making a decision three sheets into the wind has never worked out well for me. Besides, sex is best appreciated with a clear head rather than in a drunken state. I browsed through the ladies within my immediate vicinity, but nothing really jumped out at me. I needed that initial rush of looking at a picture...

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Gifted Book 2 ChemistryChapter 22 South

They headed south. They decided to continue on to John’s even though they believed it had been a fake message. Prue wanted to see him anyway. The two crates on the roof of the carriage were for him. They took it easy as Nianna and Tah’s heads still hurt. Prue sent a message ahead, so John knew they were coming. He was delighted to see them. “Oh my! Isn’t she a little heartbreaker,” John said when he picked up Nianna. He looked at her and then at Tah. “I’m glad you’re going to make an...

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Heading East Mark

Mark Sylvester was crying his heart out. His office phone sat off the hook beside him, the person on the other end having just given him the news he dreaded hearing. One of his cases came to a sad end, the poor girl he had been fighting hard to get free of her abusive situation settled matters her own way to make the pain go away- she killed herself. Mark was at a crossroads in his life. This was the third time one of his cases had been interfered with by his supervisor, Arthur...

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Heading East The Toro Family

The season had just ended in bitter disappointment. The Dodgers had lost in the divisional series yet again. They tried but there was always something that caused them to collapse or lose out on opportunities. Their performance wasn't really a problem to him, what irked was that the team was full of themselves. They were elites in the city but not all players were the same. Some were family people who chose to go home to their wives and girlfriends while others, like Miguel Toro,...

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Heading East The Jones Family

Newhall, Missouri was a changed place. In the past two and a half months every town agency had been completely torn apart by the state and federal corruption probes. There was rampant nepotism, greed, extortion, conflicts of interest, fraud, and embezzlement throughout the town brought to light by the investigators. It went further to include the County of Hadley which Newhall residents completely controlled. Things were dire in the town. The sheriff's office was torn in half...

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A Trip Down South

My wife and I had been separated for about a year. I decided I needed to get back into action before dust started to collect. I joined an online service to avoid having to hit the bar scene. Making a decision three sheets into the wind has never worked out well for me. Besides, sex is best appreciated with a clear head rather than in a drunken state. I browsed through the ladies within my immediate vicinity, but nothing really jumped out at me. I needed that initial rush of looking at a...

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A Night in the Old South

Ellen heard muffled voices somewhere off in the darkness and froze in her tracks. The rutted path upon which she struggled to keep her footing, had no doubt been recently trampled by soldiers on their way to and from the irregular picket-lines, which the tattered remnants of the Georgia Militia had stretched thinly through the woods northwest of Savannah to defend their retreat. The deep grooves impressed into the mud, which made walking so treacherous, were dug by heavy cannon wheels, she...

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fy from the south

There I was texting my cousin from SC. He was telling me to open my front door. I knew he was in the area because thats the only time he text me. He walked in an said he we had a little reunion but I knew what was coming. Wewere in my room an he was textin me as I listened to my ipod. Both of us being 18 and bi was kinda kool because we could tlk about girls and guys we had fucked. ME and him had past sexual expirences. Since we were 13 we were having it. So he ws telling me about this guy bck...

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Distance makes the touch wetter Going South

It has been a long time since I last saw her.We have been staying in two separate countries for such a long time that we would've died just to touch each other.Finally, the day had cum for us to meet as I boarded the flight for Pearson International.I texted her about my flight status and decided to catch some sleep since I knew things were gonna get really nasty even before the car starts, and I'll need every joule of energy.My phone beeped for the last time as an image of her teasing me in my...

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MARRIAGE GOING SOUTH

MARRIAGEI live in Puerto Rico with my husband and two little k**s. I am very attractive and have long brown hair and eyes and I’m only 4’11” tall but tightly packed if you know what I mean weighing only 107 pounds. I have been married for 9 years now, sex has tapered off from my husband and my vagina needed more than a quickie occasionally. I know we have 2 k**s, but that doesn’t change my attitude toward sex and it is more quickies now than ever. I needed some pleasurable intercourse. I love...

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family from the south

There I was texting my cousin from SC. He was telling me to open my front door. I knew he was in the area because thats the only time he text me. He walked in an said he we had a little reunion but I knew what was coming. Wewere in my room an he was textin me as I listened to my ipod. Both of us being 18 and bi was kinda kool because we could tlk about girls and guys we had fucked. ME and him had past sexual expirences. Since we were 13 we were having it. So he ws telling me about this guy bck...

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One Night In The South

The first rays of the sun came through the open window waking him. His eyes popped open and he looked around the empty room. He wondered where he was and how he came to be here. The pounding in his head didn't seem to help him any. Lets see he thought, I stopped at that club down the street called the "All Niter's" started talking to this really gorgeous woman we left and... Then his hands went to his wallet, opening it he found it still held all of his money. So I wasn't robbed, but damn...

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AnteBellum South

September 23, 1850 Dear John, I thought I'd write and tell you of my life here in Mississippi. It's great! My wife and I run a slave discipline camp here. Five years ago I discovered that many slave owners were unable to provide the discipline necessary to keep their slaves in line. So I offer a service. If slaves are misbehaving, they are sent to me and I see to it that they are sent back docile and obedient. The method is simple. I make their lives at the camp so miserable that they...

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Lightning in a BottleChapter 21 Heading South

October 30, 1981 (continued) I did a major double-take upon hearing that name; my mind was in a swirl. Inez Trujillo. Did she really say that? Yes, she did. Maybe she was a different Inez Trujillo? What was the chance of that? How many Inez Trujillos were there in this part of the world? Not many, I'd wager. And then something else dawned on me. Where had I heard that voice, the one with the slight trace of an accent? Why, it had belonged to the Inez in the other life, the broken down,...

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Playing To Win Playing The Game IIChapter 41 Points Of The Compass North And South

The next few weeks were the most hectic of my life. We were on the home stretch toward graduation, and the pace was picking up. Two weeks after Prom, there was a banquet scheduled for the athletes who competed on all the school teams. It was held in a large banquet hall, and there were about a thousand people in attendance, students and families, coaches and administrators. The Athletic Banquet was one of the highlights of the school year, because it was the only time all the teams were...

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A WellLived Life Book 3 PiaChapter 3 Moving South

July 1979 — Stockholm and Helsingborg, Sweden I awoke to a knock at the bedroom door. I was disoriented by the room, the time, and how light it was. It quickly came back to me where I was, and a look at the clock told me it was 7:00am. Lars stuck his head in the room and let me know that breakfast was in about ten minutes, but I had time to shower and dress. I quickly did that and then went to breakfast. When I sat down at the table, I found a bowl of what looked like yogurt at my place,...

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In the South

In high school I was the gay player on the football team. Most of my teammates new this, either by word of mouth or personal experience, and they were alright with it this was my life all I had to look forward to each day and as my senior year ended I realized that I may never play ball again. I didn't apply to colleges because my grades were not in top shape and I had always hoped that everything would come to some school sweeping me away. Luckily for me that school came and took me away two...

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The United Kingdom of Zoo A fake BBC documentary seriess2e13 Stephanie 53 sex shop worker from Southampton

Series 3, Episode 13: Stephanie We’re in a sex shop – nothing big or flashy, but it’s not too dark and seedy either. Two aisles running from front to back – one filled with magazines and DVDs, the other with dildos and vibrators. The rear wall covered with kinky costumes, and at the front a single member of staff. There are no customers in the store, perhaps scared off by our camera crew. The member of staff is middle-aged going on old – wearing a little red dress that she’s really 20, or...

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Heading to LA Clay Cole and I continue

Clay and I rode together in his car, while Clay dropped Nate off at home, proudly displaying phone numbers for Marko, Matt, Jessie, and Mike. Clay showed me he got Brian’s number and a few others. Cole didn’t share with the young guys that he too got Marko and Matt’s numbers. Clay and Cole sat in the pool house for a while and talked while Nate and I cleaned up, made some dinner, and chatted about new swim and under gear styles coming out. Cole motioned for us to come over and all was well....

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Heading to LA Clay Cole and I continue

Clay and I rode together in his car, while Clay dropped Nate off at home, proudly displaying phone numbers for Marko, Matt, Jessie, and Mike. Clay showed me he got Brian’s number and a few others. Cole didn’t share with the young guys that he too got Marko and Matt’s numbers. Clay and Cole sat in the pool house for a while and talked while Nate and I cleaned up, made some dinner, and chatted about new swim and under gear styles coming out.Cole motioned for us to come over and all was well. ...

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Heading to the airport

I had a flight to catch, but it was at 3:30 and that left me a lot of late morning and early afternoon to think about dick. One of my favorite ABSs was on the way to the airport, so I finished packing, popped a couple of condoms in my pocket just in case and headed out the door.I got to the Pleasures on Washington St. at about eleven, headed in and paid my entry to the booth area. There were a reasonable number of middle aged guys milling around, but I couldn’t detect much of anything...

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Heading Home for Spring Break Part 1

Katie walked back to her shared apartment after the last class before spring break. The days were getting hot in San Diego. Her long tanned legs showed beyond the hem of her mini skirt. The heat always made Katie feel horny and she looked forward to a week alone at her childhood home, where she could masturbate herself into a frenzy.Arriving in her room, Katie grabbed her pre-packed bags and was heading for the door, when her roommates came out of the kitchen. Rebecca was the first to greet...

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Heading Home for Spring Break Part 1

Katie walked back to her shared apartment after the last class before spring break. The days were getting hot in San Diego. Her long tanned legs showed beyond the hem of her mini skirt. The heat always made Katie feel horny and she looked forward to a week alone at her childhood home, where she could masturbate herself into a frenzy. Arriving in her room, Katie grabbed her pre-packed bags and was heading for the door, when her roommates came out of the kitchen. Rebecca was the first to greet...

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Heading West Ch 02

‘So Janine, yeah, the last time we spoke, I was telling you about that incredible thing that Scott and I did in Texas on our trip out west. You know, when I fucked him while he drove the car down the highway? That was so good, you HAVE to do it with Billy. I was so turned on, you have NO idea. And when that other car passed by us, it really was so hot. But let me tell you, that was not the only crazy thing we did. Yes, I know. We were completely uninhibited, it was so great! What? You want to...

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Sexual Shenanigans of Trump Supporters Nicole Arbour Kaitlin Bennett Ashton Whitty and Lauren Southern

Nicole Arbour. Lesbian madam. 40 years old, 5’ 10” tall, leggy, athletic, strong. And stacked. Like a brick house. 50E-24-38. Shoulder-length thick blonde hair. Bright red lipstick, toenails, and fingernails. Golden tan from sunbathing in the nude. Neatly trimmed pussy. A real, live Amazon queen. Nicole had been supplying beautiful American blondes to Kayleigh McEnany’s escort service. A very lucrative partnership. Kayleigh had double-crossed Donald Jr and Eric. Embezzling from the Trump was...

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Sexual Shenanigans of Trump Apologists Nicole Arbour Kaitlin Bennett Ashton Whitty and Lauren Southern

Nicole Arbour. Lesbian madam. 40 years old, 5’ 10” tall, leggy, athletic, strong. And stacked. Like a brick house. 50E-24-38. Shoulder-length thick blonde hair. Bright red lipstick, toenails, and fingernails. Golden tan from sunbathing in the nude. Neatly trimmed pussy. A real, live Amazon queen. Nicole had been supplying beautiful American blondes to Kayleigh McEnany’s escort service. A very lucrative partnership. Kayleigh had double-crossed Donald Jr and Eric. Embezzling from the Trump was...

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Heading To The Bush

Some may call it picking the low-hanging fruit, but for me, I prefer to think of it as exploring the bush growing down below...As a man in my early 30s it's been a trend for my whole sex life so far that all the girls I've been with have been shaved downstairs, and the curiosity was starting to build. I'd seen the memes, I'd even seen the occasional porn movie from the 70s, and I know that the women in the generations before me always had the big muff style going on. I'd never had trouble...

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Heading over to Steves part IIA

I spent the next three days working out extra hard. And laying out my 5 favorite spandex pieces. I knew I was taking my N2N white bikini with cut out parts covered by mesh. They don’t make it anymore so I take good care of it. I have a lt blue cocksox bikini that is see thru when wet, A muscleskins torpedo with 1/2” inch sides in yellow and black , and a orange Jose Snyder bikini with easy off clips at the hip that I will likely bring…so what is the last piece. As I was showering and...

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Head of the Clan The adventures of Steve and LanaChapter 4

We arrived back just before dinner. The three of them headed over towards the house. I called Lana back and asked, "Think now would be a good time for the test so we can call Mom and Dad after dinner?" "I was planning to as soon as I could slip away. Of course you know that once it is confirmed it will be the topic of conversation all through dinner again." "No way for you to not let them see you going to take the test." "You're talking about women wanting to make sure about their...

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Head Games Blowjobs Tricks

We all know when a man is fully erect; his penis head is all puffed up like an umbrella, helmet, or mushroom. A man's cock head is made up of many nerve endings and if you work it over properly, you will have him ejaculating in no time. Having said that, there is only so much you can do with a penis head. We have all performed the standard foreplay mouthing of that mushroom by sucking it and popping our mouth off very quickly, or taking our tongue and licking the head along with the rim...

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Head Girls Downfall

Mr Masterson stroked his long cane in anticipation as Tamara looked on anxiously. She knew what to expect and she knew it was going to hurt, her bottom tensed beneath her school skirt! At Le Blanc Maison finishing school for girls if you misbehaved there would be only one outcome, corporal punishment and if you were sent to the Headmaster, that would mean the cane! There would be no mitigating circumstances, the unfortunate girl would have to take off her knickers and bend over for however many...

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Head Games Pt 01

“No offense, but I don’t really care to tell my life’s story to a complete stranger. Why don’t you tell me a little about yourself first,” I say. “Very well.” She gives me a smile as bright as a daisy. “There’s really not much to say. I grew up with my sister. I knew early in life what I wanted to do with myself. I’ve always been interested in learning about what makes people tick so I decided to study psychology in school. One thing led to another and here I am, sitting with you now.” She...

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Head Girls Dilemma

Head Girl Joanne’s dilemmaPauline Margaret Manson had taught at my school for twelve years. She had always seemed to me to be fair and kind to her students, but Miss held a deep secret that had started as a rumour when we were lower down the school and had become a rather loud whisper around school. Pauline had a target to administer corporal punishment to all her students by the end of the school year. So far that year, each one of her twenty A-Level History students had been placed in after...

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Head Check From Little Missy Checkout Girl

“ Sorry I have to ask you this but can I see your I.D.?”The cashier who asked me this question didn’t look old enough to buy beer herself but in the supermarket where she worked it was store policy to check everyone, no matter their age.“I know you’re only doing your job. Glad to help fight the menace of u******e drinking” I said with a straight face while handing her my license. She typed my birth date into the computerized register before returning my license to me. “ Wow that’s how old you...

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Head Girls after school detention class

I was in my final year at secondary school and had generally been a well behaved student, having only ever been placed in detentions for minor breaches of school rules, such as forgetting my PE kit or handing homework in late. However, with just over a month to go at school, I was involved in an incident which resulted in being summoned to the Head Girl’s study to explain my actions and also to be punished for what I had done. Our Head Girl was Sixth Former, Joanne Wilson. Joanne had the...

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Head of the Clan The adventures of Steve and LanaChapter 2

Lana and I didn't discuss a time table for going back to Arkansas. I wanted to take the time with Lana and do some exploring along the way. Sure there had been our honeymoon after we were first married but that was more about exploring our bodies than enjoying our time together. I'm not complaining about our first honeymoon but I saw this mating up as a new life for us and every new beginning should have a honeymoon. Of course I had not mentioned this fact to Lana but I had a good idea what...

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Head teacher final part three is company

As they picked up Kelly and set off Sally and Kelly had some fun in the back, Kelly was busy sucking Sally’s huge tits and fingering her pussy whilst Sally lay back enjoying the attention, arriving at the hotel and booking in once in the room Sally and Kelly paid attention to Brad, Kelly dropped to her knee’s and pulled his cock out sucking in deep into her mouth whilst Sally breast fed Brad while he rubbed her pussy over her thong. Stopping for a moment Kelly said “let’s get stripped and get...

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Head Dressing

"Head Dressing" The title of this short story is a bit strange but it's a punishment the neighbor lady made up and later I was to suffer. But before I get ahead of myself I will start at the beginning. I was a typical teenage boy living with my step mom in a modest duplex apartment. We had a neighbor lady named Madge who lived in the apartment next door. I was just learning about women and would always notice Madge when ever she would come over to have coffee with Ruth. I always...

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HEAD NURSE

Introduction: My head nurse shares her marital problems and more with me after she finds out about a sexual encounter I had with a patient, one which left me masturbating every day to the memory HEAD NURSE I own a fairly active Family medical practice in Portland and have worked for 9 years building it up with accolades from most of my patients. Part of my success is from my excellent staff of women who seem to cater to every need of the clientele. My best asset is my Head Nurse, Lynn, who...

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Head of the Clan The adventures of Steve and LanaChapter 3

Dinner was finished, it had included a wonderful dessert made with berries and cream. Connie, Tammy and Harry excused themselves and headed to the barn when Pap said, "The stock needs feedin' and the cows need to be milked. Those are chores the young'uns do." The women shooed us menfolk out to the porch while they cleaned up the kitchen. Having over eaten again I was stuffed and sat back as well as down. Pap took up a pipe and a tin of tobacco in a cabinet he kept out on the porch. He...

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HEAD NURSE SHARING LOVE

[Author’s Note: I have reprised parts of HEAD NURSE to give you, dear reader, some background, but this story is a stand-alone rather than chapter two of a previous story. As in HEAD NURSE most of the story is true, but I hope you don’t know which parts so that the involved parties may continue to remain hidden from public disclosure and I may remain undetected from the authorities. Enjoy] CHAPTER 1 “Oooooh, Doctor, right there…yesss..that is perfect,” my patient, Mary Quinn, whispered...

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Head of the Clan The adventures of Steve and LanaChapter 9

Lunch was just about ready when Harry, and I sat down on the porch with Cletus and Pap. Shana brought out the iced tea for us both. She gave me a kiss that let me know that she loved me. And the wink told me she wanted to love on me. There are certain benefits being head of the clan. Shana headed back inside as I sat down for a rest. Not all of me was in a down position and while the others might have noticed they didn't say anything for the moment. I knew once we were out of earshot of the...

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HEAD NURSE

I own a fairly active Family medical practice in Portland and have worked for 9 years building it up with accolades from most of my patients. Part of my success is from my excellent staff of women who seem to cater to every need of the clientele. My best asset is my Head Nurse, Lynn, who seems to have ESP when it comes to meeting needs and is competent as hell to boot. Anyway, I was in clinic one morning when a long-time patient arrived for her appointment for a ‘check up’. Lynn recorded...

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