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Twenty years after becoming a Baron...

Kazani and Saraki’s brother Estebo arrived with his camel caravan when Kahar was twenty-five. He warned me of rumors that Vimnia was preparing to invade Morilia. By then, Morilia had become an exceedingly wealthy country. Former Nordlinger slaves accompanying me on my explorations found and opened several rich mines in the Anzala Mountains. The mines were theirs. All I did was act as a guide while doing my own exploring. Still, each mine insists on paying our clan half a share. The Nordlinger men who accompanied me were experienced miners and had a much better idea of what to look for than I did. Evidently, our mountains have vast deposits of many different ores. Our clan’s copper and salt mines are still producing today, and we haven’t yet begun mining the copper north of the Zingha River. I found more new plants, continuing to send back a weekly pouch of those I’d not seen before.

The wide, fertile coastal plain and the river valleys grew enough grain and other crops that the people of Morilia exported far more than they consumed. We also raised and sold livestock to other countries.

Our clan was now well known for the large draft horses and the ultra-soft goat hair from the goats sent us by the Nordlinger King. The Nordlingers may have raised the animals for centuries, but they didn’t have room for enough pastures to raise large herds of the animals.

More than two dozen women helped Mothers Sofala, Nykeea, and Pia with the plants they grew and collected to use as herbs for people and animals, as well as for the dyes they made. They now cover four hills with their various herbs, not counting the four hills used to grow opium poppies and antler thorn berries. In addition to Pia, who knew Nordlinger herbs and dyes, they managed to get knowledgeable herbalists from Jatolia, Vimnia, Libania, Azarakia, and Ravinia. Those women studied the sheets of dried plants I sent back; a collection that now fills much of Mother Sofala’s original workshop. The pages are stacked neatly on shelves made just to fit the pieces of cloth the plants are glued to. Each stack came from a different mountain.

Their collection of herbs includes fifteen new ones someone recognized among the ones I sent back, as well as many new ones the other herbalists brought seeds for. They now make cakes of dye for red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple. The women learned to cut the thorns off the antler berry bushes once they reach knee-high. After that, they cut thorns off the new growth every other month. The walls surrounding the hills where we grow poppy seeds and antler berries have a thick hedge of a different thorny bush growing along the outside. Nobody attempting to get through the six-foot thick hedge could possibly do so unscathed, and the dogs guarding the hills would hear them.

Our clan used pastures in the three valleys and the part of coastal plain south of the Zingha River for our livestock. The rest of the hills between the coastal plain and the mountains were planted with orchards, vineyards, and herbs, as well as the lower slopes of the first row of mountains beyond the hills. With people from so many other countries living here, we had many new crops that grew successfully, especially the cotton for which Kazani and Saraki brought us seeds. By then, we used most of the northern floodplain of the Tattatoo River to grow cotton.

We now have twelve mills operating. Two flour mills, one mill to grind corn, and the rest are sawmills. For a while, we were hard pressed to cut enough lumber for all the new building. Between our clan, the Nordlingers, and the Ravinians, there was a lot of new construction for several years. I think Ravinia lost a quarter to a third of their population as they emigrated here to settle. Fortunately, Ravinia became an official ally and trading partner, so nobody dared attack them.

Between immigration, emigration, and a population explosion, the population of Morilia quadrupled in the decade after the defeat of Bajasan. Still, we produced enough to feed everyone and had an equal amount of food available to export.

Throughout Morilia, cities grew huge; towns grew into cities, and new towns and villages sprang up everywhere. There were now eight towns and two small cities on the coastal plain between the Zingha River and Port Zamfara. Seven more towns sprang up in large mountain valleys that I discovered between the Zingha River and the Zamfara River--before I turned twenty-one. In addition, smaller towns arose around each of the new mines that opened in our mountains.

Jealous of our wealth, and eager to control the source of the lucrative opium poppies and antler berries, Vimnia planned to attack us, using mercenaries from countries to the north and east of them to swell the ranks of their own army.

Father and I reported Estebo’s warning to King Kugiar and we studied maps for two days. “There are only two routes they can use to bring that many troops here,” King Kugiar concluded. Father and I both agreed. While there were dozens of what amounted to no more than goat paths and game trails through the mountains, they were narrow enough that only one person at a time could pass, and only in good weather. If the ground was wet, it became slippery and even goats eschewed the trails.

Still, King Kugiar had sentry towers built near the summit along each trail and posted sentries to watch the trails. In most cases, they even built a wall and gate across the trails as further protection. Most of the walls extended only a foot or two beyond the gate because the passages were so narrow.

At the end of the meetings, Father and King Kugiar agreed that if the Vimnians attacked during the wet season, they would have to follow the caravan route. The only other route was through the mountains well north of the Tattatoo River and east of the capital. Being from the tropical jungle, the snow would be too much for the Vimnians to endure.

“If I were the Vimnian commander, that’s precisely why I would use the mountain pass,” I commented. “Knowing that you would expect the attack to come through the caravan route, I’d use the route you wouldn’t expect,” I explained.

“I’ll put together companies of Nordlingers and Ravinians who are used to the mountains and snow and will prepare to defend the mountain pass if necessary,” I promised. The King and Father both liked my suggestion. Former Second Lieutenant and now Captain Tjorius agreed with my assessment of the situation when I explained what I wanted to do and why.

When the call went out for volunteers, we were inundated with Nordlinger and Ravinian volunteers. We left former Sergeant and now Lieutenant Pargakz in charge of training the new Nordlinger and Ravinian recruits while Captain Tjorius and his two companies of trained Nordlingers went with me to survey the mountain pass and to build battlements. For half a year, we surveyed the area, set up traps and pitfalls, and planned our strategy. We also built small breastworks along the sides of the mountains, well above the trail. The breastworks were only accessible from above or behind and were nearly impossible to reach from the floor of the pass.

Finally satisfied that we were as prepared as we could be, we returned home. I almost laughed when I saw the men Pargakz was training. Even though the weather was cool, they were sweating in their rabbit fur pants and cloaks. I realized what a good idea it was. In the snow, they would be nearly invisible. They even whitewashed their crossbows.

When the first snows fell in the mountains to the north, there was still no sign that the Vimnian army was ready to move. Each Libanian caravan, however, warned of troops congregating at large Vimnian army camps just north of the Tattatoo River.

By the time we received word that the Vimnian army was on the move, we had nearly forty thousand sheaves of arrows and eighty thousand sheaves of bolts for the two thousand men of the newly commissioned Mountain Battalion. Half of the bolts and arrows were already pre-positioned.

We had sleds to carry our supplies once we reached snow deep enough that horses and mules became ineffective. Every man had two pairs of snowshoes, a bow, a crossbow, a sword, and a spear. Some also carried large or small battle-axes. They each had a long rabbit fur coat that was almost completely white on one side and white and brown on the inside in case they were hiding amongst rocks that weren’t covered with snow.

Our scouts even had something they called skis, an idea from Nordland. Those let them glide across the top of the snow. Going downhill, they moved as fast as a horse could on bare ground. After trying them unsuccessfully, much to the amusement of my men, I stuck with snowshoes.

When the first snow fell, we rode northeast to the snow and practiced hiking and camping in the snow. Lieutenant Pargakz and I were miserable in the cold, wet snow. The Nordlingers and Ravinians seemed right at home. The wolves made it very clear that they loved the snow, running, bounding, and rolling around in it like pups. They loved to shake it off when they were right next to me. I guess they were sharing their fun.

Scouts reported that the Vimnian army was following the caravan route, surprising me. They had nearly fifteen thousand men headed for the pass the caravans used. Ten thousand were marching and five thousand were riding at the rear. Still, our company headed for the mountain pass, just in case. Father and the King had eight thousand men and an easily defensible position that the Vimnian army would have a difficult time defeating, even with ten times their current numbers.

With the advanced warning that we had of a potential invasion, we had built a new wall farther east and higher up in the caravan pass, even closer to the Libanian border. It was twenty feet thick at the base and forty feet high. The narrow gap the pass went through at that point was less than a hundred feet wide. That would severely limit the number of troops able to attack in each wave. The mountain walls on both sides were so steep that only a few of the best rock climbers we had could scale them, and it took them half a day.

Having explored the mountain and the entire area extensively, I knew that there was no other way through the pass. The newly built breastworks high up along both sides of the caravan route would allow our troops to rain arrows and rocks down on an enemy below even before they reached the first wall. From the breastworks, a fist-sized rock became a deadly projectile to someone in the pass below, and there were tens of thousands of such rocks stored along the breastworks. The eastern slopes of the two mountains adjacent to the pass were deep, rocky chasms that looked like an ancient river had once run between them.

The stream from our main valley had been diverted into a newly dug moat ten feet in front of the original wall across the pass. Our original wall was twenty miles west of the new wall and more than two thousand feet lower in elevation. Once the moat was full, the stream continued to cascade over a narrow rock and mortar dam that kept the moat full. Sure, people could walk along the top of the dam, but it wasn’t even a foot wide. The slate we used to cap the dam was downright slippery when it was wet, and the top was angled down towards the chasm below so you’d have a hell of a fall if you slipped. Let me tell you, that water was cold! Anyone who managed to swim across the moat would be too busy shivering to attack, even in the warmest weather. Since it didn’t get cold enough to freeze the water, we didn’t have to worry about an enemy crossing the ice atop the moat.

The day after we arrived and set up camp, our advance scouts reported nearly five thousand mercenary troops headed our way, marching through the knee-deep snow lower in the pass. They were about a day’s march into the snow. We sent a messenger to keep Father and the King apprised of the situation. We made contact with the Vimnian army the next afternoon, raining rocks and arrows down on them from the breastworks we built earlier along the upper slopes running along the sides of the pass. The snow effectively hid our handiwork from below. Once it was dark, we pulled back and prepared our next ambush. However, fifty of our best troops who had lots of previous experience in the snow attacked the Vimnian camp that night, aided by the wolves.

When I arose in the morning, a dozen wolves with blood on their muzzles were lying contentedly just outside my tent, licking themselves clean.

Each day we ambushed the mercenary troops from high enough that their bows were ineffective. Despite the rapid decrease in their number, they continued to march doggedly. Each night, wolves and a different fifty men attacked the Vimnian camp. After three days, our scouts reported that another five thousand Vimnian troops were approaching. With their path made easier by the first group, they were moving faster than the original group. I wondered where they got so many troops. They had fifteen thousand headed for the caravan pass, so they had at least twenty-five thousand troops under arms. They must have hired a lot of mercenaries.

We sent men back to get more bolts and arrows as we used more than five thousand every day. Our men had to make a four-day round trip to the capital to get them. Five days after sighting the second group of Vimnian troops in the pass, our scouts reported yet another five thousand troops starting into the pass, despite the heavy snow that blanketed the area for the last three days.

The heavy snowstorm was the only thing that completely stopped the Vimnian army as they had continued to advance despite our best efforts to dissuade them. By now, they had already lost five thousand men. Our scouts also noted that some of the men we wounded and temporarily paralyzed were retreating once they could move again, but most of the wounded died, left where they fell in the snow. By the time the paralysis wore off, they were dead from the cold or from their untreated wounds.

Three days after the heavy snowfall stopped, the scouts reported yet another five thousand troops nearing the snow level in the pass. They rode horses until they reached the deep snow.

The Vimnian and mercenary army finally reached the summit and began the descent towards the capital, although there were far fewer of them now than when they began the invasion. Except during the heaviest of the snowstorm, our troops crept close and attacked them while they huddled in their tents, trying not to freeze. I figured that Father and the King were still tied up with the fifteen thousand troops using the caravan pass, so it was up to us to stop the Vimnians. Two more days of heavy snow stopped them again, allowing us to continue attacking them day and night with small groups of men. The wolves evidently killed a number of their scouts and sentries as they would return each morning with fresh blood on themselves.

When the sun rose on a clear, much warmer than normal morning after two days of extremely heavy snowfall, I knew that we’d have to fight today. I didn’t even have to work our men into the mood to fight. They’d been ready for days. Wearing my long rabbit fur coat with the brown on the outside, I walked out of the thick pine trees where our men were hiding well above the exhausted-looking Vimnian army. I knew from our time here while we were scouting that my voice would carry to the Vimnian troops far below me.

I needed to goad the Vimnian soldiers into attacking us, hoping that all or many of the troops we would face were Vimnians and not foreign mercenaries. Estebo had told me how sensitive Vimnians were, and how they took offense at even the slightest insult, real or imagined, usually resulting in a fight. Wading through hip-deep snow as they tried to climb uphill to reach me would exhaust them quickly, making it easier for my men when they attacked. Hell, they might even be exhausted enough that I could finish them off one by one. “I am Harazar the goatherd,” I shouted. The Vimnian troops struggling through the snow on the road stopped and looked up the hill at me. It looked as if there were more than five thousand troops, but not many more.

“You are Vimnipakwatoops,” I taunted, using a derogatory term for Vimnians that I’d heard. It debased them as being mud crawlers because so much of their land was swamp and only a handful of their biggest cities had stone or even wooden buildings. Almost everyone else lived in animal skin or mud-covered stick huts.

“I am Harazar, fourth son of Kennaar who is Patriarch of the Dhormek Clan,” I continued shouting. “You are bafotulla,” I goaded, using a Vimnian pejorative for someone who follows behind camels cleaning up camel shit. Vimnians usually use the word to denigrate Libanian camel pullers for the caravans.

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Thelma and her brother

Note : This story is completely fictional!In nineteen forty six Thelma Lou Anderson was married with three kids. Linda was the oldest. She was sixteen. Guy and George was ten and Guy seven. Thelma owned a beauty shop in Kansas City. She suspected her husband Lawerance was cheating on her again. She followed him one day when he thought she was at work and saw him go into a house. A woman opened the door and he went in. That was all the proof she needed. She went home and packed her suitcase and...

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Thelma and me Summer of 65 part 1

Thelma was 22 and like all of the young women at that time was still living at home with me and our parents in rural Kent; even though she had a good job in local Department Store. I was 15 and had just left school. The summer of 1965 was particularly fine so it wasn’t uncommon for me to sit around our secluded garden reading a Detective novel when my parents were at work. The difference today was that Thelma was on the first day of her annual holidays and had joined me wearing a very...

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ETHELS DISCOMFORT 2

Ethel hung by her wrists while Harry and Rob left to get some rest. She nodded off from time to time but the fog of her mind cleared she realized that other than when they punched her she actually enjoyed the way they that fucked her so hard and so brutally. She enjoyed the helpless feeling as they ravaged her body. She believed that she could talk to the two men and they would release her without too much more abuse. She was wrong.As Harry and Rob drove back out to the warehouse they talked...

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Ethel

Ethel hated her name. She was born during the tenure of I Love Lucy. The beloved Ethel Mertz from the television show was the bane of the real life Ethel's existence. There were the jokes about her having to marry Fred. There was only one Fred in her high school class. He wasn't her type; not even if he was the last man on earth. Ethel was every bit the epitome of her name. At five feet even her looks, dress and vocabulary mimicked the character she despised. Although she fought to break the...

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Ethel 1921

Ethel's Pa was telling a story. "A man comes into the garage wanting a new horn for his Dodge. The old bulb was torn. Well, we have horns; but they don't fit his brackets..." "What did he want with a horn?" Ma asked. "Dodge cars don't need them. They have 'Dodge, Brothers' written clearly on the front." "Oh, Nellie," Pa said, but -- at least -- he dropped the story. Ethel couldn't decide which was worse, Ma's jokes or Pa's stories. Pa was fascinated by anything mechanical,...

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Katherines Style

Damn Katherine and her classy fashion sense... Once again my Mother-in-law had a new skirt suit which would work for brunch, mother-of-the-bride or some other fancy occasion, it was simply lovely. Tonight was one of those other occasions. The suit was perfect for the work awards dinner that my wife Veronica has dragged me too. Katherine, on the other hand, who was looking just so, was all too happy to attend. Katherine's suit is simply irresistible to me. The color, the style,...

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Gunther The Reindeer Handler Does Candy Claus

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...

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Absinthe Seduction

from my supernatural~romantic novel set in Regency England from the diary of Betsy Corning, Darlington, England, September 1815 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I am undone! I have given into temptation and trod the left-hand path. I did not tarry there long, I yet have a semblance of a conscience. But little good will it do me – I will be punished for it sooner or later. But oh, should any ladies read this, perhaps you, at least, will understand what provocation I had endured and grant me some...

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EstherChapter 3

When we entered the dining salon, all conversation stopped. I had changed from my travel clothes earlier, but was still in black. Esther was in a peach colored evening gown. As I said before, she was ravishing. Martha and Hatty walked behind us in their evening gowns. It was plain that everyone wondered who this girl was with the Royal Executioner and the Guild Master for companions. Certainly most of the apprentices and the other Guild members had not met, or been introduced to Esther. None...

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EstherChapter 2

“Are the statements, that the Lord Executioner made, true?” the Village Chief demanded sternly. “Yes, Un ... Uncle,” the young man finally answered very quietly. “A week in the stocks,” the Village Chief pronounced, “and the same for those two friends of yours.” The Village Chief then turned to me to apologize. “I am sorry I doubted you, Lord Executioner. It would appear that I need to pay closer attention to what is going on with the workers in the fields.” “An excellent idea,” I replied,...

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Theresas Deportment

"Language Theresa!" "But Mrs. Bradshaw, I only said..." "Hush Theresa, I will not have such rude vernacular spoken in my boarding house! Also, kindly remove your elbows from the tabletop. More over, the fork was placed on the left side of your plate for a specific reason." Theresa blushed as she looked around at the other five girls, some of them putting on airs. "I never ate before with my left hand Mrs. Bradshaw." "You are a student now in the most prestigious Ladies College in...

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Esther III

Esther III ? by: TamarainRubber Even though we knew we were going to be late for Lisa's party, we couldn't keep our hands off each other. For the next hour or so we grabbed each other like wild cats in heat. Her breasts heaving and her lungs gasping for oxygen, Esther still found the energy to warn me not to cum. At some point she did pull my cock out from behind my rubber bloomers and shoved every inch into her mouth. The clothes she had dressed me in only made me harder and,...

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Katherines Style Part Two

The next day I was in full Katherine mode from the moment I unlocked her door. I greeted Sunshine just like Katherine did, using the same tone of voice and gestures. Of course Sunshine reacted just she would with her female owner. As soon as I took her for a short walk and fed her, I went straight to my bedroom, well after the prior day I felt so much more comfortable there, I wanted it to be my bedroom. I took a shower and shaved everything again. I didn't know how I was going to...

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Esther IV

Hope you like Esther's latest installment! ESTHER FOUR By TamarainRubber I obediently followed Esther down the long narrow hallway that led into an enormous room filled with the sounds of clinking glasses, soft whispers and a bevy of leather-clad women and men dolled up as maids, rubber babies, and crossdressing sluts like me. Strangely enough (and very much to my pleasure), there was little if any evidence of the S&M parties I had only read about, but never...

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Katherines Style Part 3

The front door opened and again Frank came in, a little less dramatically than the day before but no less intimidating to me as I felt timid and weak dressed in my mother-in-laws things. Frank was half expecting me to be dressed as my normal slouchy male self, ready to put a stop to all this, but he was happy when he saw I didn't have the fortitude to do that. He actually smiled at me, "There's my little wife. That dress looks nice on you." I smiled back not knowing what to do, it...

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Absinthe makes the heart grow fonder

Caroline dumped her books so loudly on the table that it caused Mike to look up momentarily from his laptop.“Hi, Caroline, I take it the tutorial didn’t go so well?”Caroline slumped onto the chair opposite him.“The pompous bitch basically told me to start again.”“Look I know nothing about art, I don’t even know what I like, but I do know that you know your stuff. Why don’t I get you a drink and we can talk about something else.”As Mike placed the two pints of beer down on the table, Caroline...

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Esther stone

Esther sat on the side of the road, freezing, she feared that if she didn't find a place to stay soon, she probably freeze to death.Lately life had been pretty fucked up for Esther, both her parents had die before she could barley talk, and this year she had run away, because her foster parents were abusive.She had no one now, and was stranded on the side of the road. Esther picked herself off of the ground and started walking again, until a huge house came in sight. "Warmth." She said, she was...

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Esther Stone part 2

When Esther had woken up the next morning laying next to Romeo, she almost freaked out, but the all of the memories from the night before flooded into her brain."Oh god." She sat up and looked at Romeo's sleeping figure next to her, his teal hair was tossed about the pillow, and he chest heaved up and down, Damn he is so hot, she thought, I acted kind of crazy last night, her face burned, ugh, what the fuck was wrong with her these days? She felt Romeo's body shift a little and her heart sped...

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Esther II

Esther II By TamarainRubber I had found the woman I had been dreaming about, hoping she would be my lover for years to come. Esther was the first real lady I had encountered who actually seemed to be honest about wanting to share my passions. I prayed that I would not be disappointed. From how she reacted, I didn't think I would be, but I was the planet's biggest skeptic. For the past four hours, Esther made me try on an incredibly sexy collection of female fetish wear that...

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Athena Goddess of Wisdom

Chapter 1 – The Birth of a Goddess Zeke cracked his knuckles and spread out his fingers. They touched the black glass in front of him and the desk lit up. A white keyboard appeared and he started to type on the touchscreen desktop. His fingers bounced around the screen, typing across the keyboard of light. You see, Zeke was a genius beyond his years. He was currently eighteen and in his second year of college. His masterful mind crossed with a youth of video games made him into one of the...

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Theresas Deportment

"Language Theresa!" "But Mrs. Bradshaw, I only said. ..." "Hush Theresa, I will not have such rude vernacular spoken in my boarding house! Also, kindly remove your elbows from the tabletop. More over, the fork was placed on the left side of your plate for a specific reason." Theresa blushed as she looked around at the other five girls, some of them putting on airs. "I never ate before with my left hand Mrs. Bradshaw." "You are a student now in the most prestigious Ladies College in this country...

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Athena Ch02

“You ready sweetie?” He blinked, as if coming out of a stupor and looked back to her, to Athena, her expression playful, but her body language pressing. It hadn’t been so much of a question as it had been an order. Meekly he looked back at the window, looking through his own reflection to the street outside. They didn’t have far to go, but the short walk from her limo to the Hotel’s lobby was lined by an eager group of camera-toting men, the dreaded paparazzi. “But… The photographers,...

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Athena

He stood hugging himself tightly, not that it helped keep him warm anymore. The cold had long since seeped so far into him the only thing that kept him from running to find somewhere warm was the fear that, should he leave his spot, he’d return to find it taken and his chance of seeing her, Athena, gone forever. The singer Athena had caught the world by storm, nobody a year ago, the young woman had taken to the celebrity lifestyle like a duck to water and was now breaking records with her...

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Mathew and Beth part 3 Trip down southquot

It was a warm night in Georgia when I arrived for a very special meeting, This was not about business but it was very important to him as he was coming to meet for the first time his internet “friend”. Shannon his friend was a very subservient women who was proud to be just who she was and although for this first meeting they had something a little different in mind to give her master a new experience. What she didn't know was that I had a surprise for her as well, he was a bit of a romantic...

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Athena 1

Athena - 1 "Look at that stream! We should stop and go swimming!" Athena exclaimed as we barreled over a small bridge in the work van. I stop the van and put it in reverse and stop again, this time on top of the small bridge. I peer out of the window and gaze upon the stream. The water was crystal clear and as still as glass. I could see an almost perfect reflection of the trees on it's surface. "but we don't have bathing suits..." I responded. My response was flirty in...

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Hypothermia can I survive 3 cold women

Hypothermiaby oggbashan © Copyright Oggbashan April 2003 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons.****************I have a fantasy of sharing a bed with two attractive young women preferably naked. Most adult males would share that fantasy. I never expected it to happen or if it...

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Athena Ch 01

There was something very special about Athena. I knew it right away from the moment we met. It was more than the fact that her hair framed her face like gilt around the most perfect of portraits. It was more than the fact that she took life as a game and played it. She was carefree without being spoiled. She was innocent without guile. She was unique. It was remarkable, really, that she was so enchanting, so child like, so incredibly unselfish. She had been born into wealth. Her father had...

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Clothesline Leather in Lawnville

Clothesline[This story is part of the Leather in Lawnville series.]   Clothesline By DuskPetersonYou can tell a lot about a guy from where he shops. Take my friends, who have specialized tastes. Some of them spend their time at the hardware store, while others take an interest in our town's fabric shop, which has needles and pins that make them drool. Still others hang out at the department store, eyeing the cutlery collection. Somehow all of us end up rubbing shoulders at the town's jacket...

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Athena Corp Chronicles Chapter 3 Downsizing

“I don't like it” Ian muttered before taking a sip of his jet black coffee. “Don't like what?” Marco asked in between bites of his reheated chicken parmesan. The two sat in one of Athena Corp's many cafeterias. They were chatting over lunch, as they did most days. The talk of fellow co-workers buzzed around them. It was a cacophony of commiseration over the many drastic changes to the corporate hierarchy in recent weeks. “What do you think I'm talking about?!? The shakeup! The layoffs....

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Clothespin Girl Superhero

Once a upon a time, a long long time ago yesterday in fact. Today I began my plan to catch the elusive one. The one who rescues clothespins from clotheslines. The plan was a simple one to string up 7 clotheslines facing the wind knowing that if she was near that she might hear the cries of the clothespins. Now that the 7 lines were up I just had to wait and hope the wind would do it's job and carry the cries of the clothespins. This quest started years ago when I first put a clothespin on my...

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