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I walked to the front door and knocked. Michiko opened the door – petit, wearing a blouse and dark slacks, smiling.

“You’re here!”

“Obviously.”

“Welcome to our home.” I gave her a hug. “You seem well.”

“I’m OK. It’s been difficult. But the past week or so have seen improvement.”

“Charles will be home in about an hour. Perhaps less, as it’s Friday and as he knew you would be arriving. Let me show you to your room.”

“Should I get my stuff?”

“No. Charles will want to help. It will make him feel as though he’s contributing.”

“Don’t be snarky!”

“I’m being honest. He’s said he’s done nothing for you these past months...”

“I wasn’t in a welcoming or receptive mood.”

“And now?”

“I’m getting better.”

“Tea? ... Or something stronger?”

“Tea would be fine.”

“Let me make you some matcha.”

“Matcha?”

“Matcha is a finely-ground green tea powder, made using the finest Tencha tea leaves. These are rare leaves that are covered by shade in the last month before harvesting. The leaves are then de-veined and then ground between stones. It’s very healthy.”

“I’m sure it will be wonderful. But you know I won’t appreciate it.”

She laughed. “Sit down. I’ll just boil some water.”

I was looking around: it was a strange room, the furniture was western in general, but there was a low lacquered table, and the walls had several Japanese woodcuts and a calligraphic painting on silk. Part Charles, part Michiko.

She came back with a tray with two flat bowls and a bamboo whisk. Putting the tray on the table, she beat the tea into a froth and handed me the bowl, taking the other. “You must drink before the froth disappears,” she said.

“Arigatou,” I responded.

“Not bad for a gaijin.”

“gaijin?”

“‘Outside person’ or foreigner.”

“Oh, I’m yet more outside than you think.”

“That’s why you’re on leave. But you visited Grafton and now you are here. So you are progressively less outside.”

There was a noise and Charles came in.

“Aha! Caught you with my wife, have I? You scoundrel! If I had a horse, I’d have a horse-whip to whip you with. How are you?”

I tried to stop laughing. “Can I offer to buy you a horse? You’ll have to get your own whip.”

“Well, we’ll see. I’m certainly older. Are you any wiser?”

“You know what Jaques says in As you like it? I’m not yet at that seventh stage: ‘Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.’”

“Nor am I. But let’s be more serious. You’re clearly better than I feared.”

“Yes. Michiko and I have just been talking about that. I’m returning.”

“Tea, coffee?” Michiko interjected.

“Black tea, please.”

“Do you know what White wrote?”

“About?”

“I would like to believe in the myth that we grow wiser with age. In a sense my disbelief is wisdom. Those of a middle generation, if charitable or sentimental, subscribe to the wisdom myth, while the callous see us as dispensable objects, like broken furniture or dead flowers. For the young we scarcely exist unless we are unavoidable members of the same family, farting, slobbering, perpetually mislaying teeth and bifocals.’”

“How do you remember things like that?”

“How do actors remember long plays? How do people remember poems or songs?”

Michiko brought Charles a mug of tea. “When you’re done with the questions and have had your tea, get Gordy’s stuff into Al’s room.”

“Yes, dear.”

We got my stuff into Al’s room and I participated in truly idle chatter for a while. Then Charles asked about my trip. I started to itemize things, but realized just what a bore it must be.

“Well, the first interesting thing was about two weeks in. I was in White Cliffs and drove to Paroo-Darling Park. I encountered a former student, working for the N.P.S., and he remarked on the fact that the Paroo was the last free-flowing river in the State.”

“It may be the last in the country,” said Charles, “When it’s actually a river.”

“I then visited the band at Peery Lake and brought them some sugar the next day. The leader asked where I was headed and I told him the Corner Country and then elsewhere. He said he would let other bands know.

“I went to Cameron Corner and then to Innamincka, which I hated. So I went to a cattle station – Epsilon – and met some interesting aborigines. So I went to Nockatunga Waterhole and spent several days with a band and thinking. I thin went to Cunnamulla and back into New South Wales. But I think the three or four aboriginal encounters were very important.”

“Where’d you go from Cunnamulla?”

“Oh. Dubbo and Moree, Armidale and Port Macquarie, Grafton and here. I started out reading Sturt, but then I went back to Upfield.”

“I don’t know how you can read those over and over.”

“Well, C.S. Lewis wrote: ‘I can’t imagine a man really enjoying a book and reading it only once’.”

“No arguing, boys. Anyway, it’s time for us to think about dinner.”

“What were you planning, dear?”

“Tonkatsu, soba, some vegetables. But that can be altered.”

“Gordy?”

“Tonkatsu‘s pork chop, right?”

“Yes.”

“That’s fine. I’ve loved it in the past.”

“We’ll do something else, tomorrow. Or go out for dinner,” said Charles.

“We’ve nothing interesting coming up at the Arts Centre,” Michiko said. “I was hoping I could drag you to something.”

“That wouldn’t be necessary. I actually wanted to spend time with you. You’re really my oldest friends.”

“We’re also relatives.”

“True.”

“In fact, Rachel will phone tonight or tomorrow. She generally calls on the weekend. By the way, are you interested in gamelan music?”

“That’s the drums and gongs and stuff? I know little about it. Why?”

“There’s a Canberra Balinese gamelan group performance at Indonesian Embassy next week.” Michiko held up a flyer. “It says ‘Four tunes, including a pendet temple welcoming dance by two young ladies in full Balinese costume, and a topeng bujuh mask dance, in which a bumbling, clown-like character jokes through movement with the audience and the gamelan leader.’ We could go to that.”

“Sure.” Charles paused. “And we can walk out when it’s too awful.”

“Charles!”

Charles and I settled down and Michiko retreated into the kitchen.

“Well, how are you coping?”

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About 15 years ago my wife and I had a devastating argument that very nearly destroyed our marriage. She was 110% at fault. To this day, she has never admitted that she was to blame. If it had not been for the k.i.d.s being at home and in school & the financial devastation a divorce would have caused, I would have left. During our married life, I have never looked at another women nor considered having sex with one. However, about a month after this disagreement and things being still very...

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The young abused housewife has a visit by a dangerous stranger

Marnie set the hot pot of stew onto the table. The sound of her husband chopping wood outside stopped. She knew he would be in to eat his lunch, as he did every day. Every day of the weekend, Dave worked on his large house. During the week he slaved as a bank loan officer. He loved the secluded house. She hated it. She was always alone, except for her husband. There wasn’t anyone within ten miles and she didn’t have a vehicle. And even if she could, Dave...

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SamChapter 11B

Bambi was already in her room laying out clothes when we walked in. Most of them were still too nice and too sophisticated but we didn't say so right off. We slathered her face with cold cream to remove all traces of makeup. We made her take a bath and wash her hair to get the perm out of it. While she was in the tub, we put away all the clothes she had out and then went looking for something suitable. When nothing turned up, Neeka ran out the door and down the hall into one of the guest...

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Five AM

Lia wakes against the still dark morning and heavy hotel drape shadows and wraps herself in the sheet, tighter against him. Aidan sleeps, she can tell by his deep, even breath punctuated with light fluttery snores. Still, though, as she circles herself in white Egyptian cotton and his skin, settles her head into the hollow beneath his right arm, he mumbles ‘Baby,’ and trails his left hand over her hair. This is love, Lia sighs to herself, still sleepyish, even if it shouldn’t be, even if it...

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Candice Summer Sucking

I was as high as the weed smoke that lingered above our heads. We’d been hiding underneath some hanging trees for at least a few hours, trying to escape the heat.I half shut my eyes at the sting of the blinding sunset; silhouettes danced against a backdrop of orange and pink hues. I smiled at an inflatable starfish that bounced off into the horizon; the tentacles swayed in sync with the distant sound of house music playing off someone’s phone.Something poked my shoulder; it was a pretty pink...

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The Wimp and the DebChapter 22

Rory As the exams draw nearer the weeks seem to pass more quickly. Rebecca and I had been studying very hard. Rebecca, I have to say, more so than me. In between times we celebrated Rebecca's birthday and it was kept a very low key affair with only the immediate family plus Marjory Kenny and Jessie who came with a boy from another school, but like Kenny and me he was a candidate for dux. And was one of the best students in his year. She met him because he and his family had been eating at...

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Joe stepped into the hot communal shower and shivered. Just five short minutes earlier, he had ran the 400 yards from the school playing field, through the short corridor, past the gym, and into the changing rooms. He tugged his rugby shirt off, pulled his shorts down, getting tangled in his muddy soaking boots, and somehow rove the boots off leaving them all in a pile. He was nearly into the shower when he realised his socks were still on, having to turn back and add them to his mums new pile...

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Witch Chronicles Marys Story

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How My Girlfriend Got Addicted To My Dick

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More fun with a friend

The last two weeks had been hell. I found myself being unable to think of anything other then my encounter with Dale, my friend down the street. Every time I wasn't actively doing something, a flash of our encounter would enter my mind. Of course, this kept me perpetually horny, which was a good thing for my husband. He didn't think too much of it, since I generally have times where I get super horny and then will go a few days of not wanting it at all. For me though, it was a bit more...

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Please dont read this if you are flaccid

I returned to boarding school by train, an old steam train, pulling carriages with four individual compartments, and no connecting corridors.I was sixteen and in uniform, but not for long, as the first part of my journey lasted ninety minutes, and people standing on the platforms of the stations, we sped through, would have seen a beautiful blond girl, standing naked at the compartment door, had they been looking.I have always harbored that fetish, I love being naked in public, I desire men to...

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Let me explain, I love fucking another man’s wife. I love the way they lie and run around to get me to fuck them. They always cum hard and it is always straight to sex – no mind games and no bullshit. I met Linda at my work. She was a part time employee and had married a guy that had recently retired. The guy was an OK guy but Linda was sexy and she knew it. She was 5’ 7” and her weight was no more than 125 lbs. Linda was Chinese and had straight long jet black hair. She was only a B cup on...

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It was the most wonderful sight of my life. I had woken suddenly up one night and looked around me, and what I saw changed my life forever. There was my father just a few feet away completely naked fucking my mother in a lovely rhythmic manner. My mom had her saree up to her waist and I could see her fantastic ass moving in the same rhythm. Her blouse was open revealing her big juicy breasts. My dad would periodically stop fucking and suck on her tits and move his hands under her to feel her...

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Threesome With Ladakhi And Kashmiri Girl

Hi, this is Rohit, I’m here to share my experience on how I lost my virginity to a ladakhi and kashmiri girl. I’m a 23-year-old, 6 ft tall, athletic, handsome freelance sports writer from Jammu and Chandigarh. This is my encounter with two hot virgin colleagues of the same age. As this is my first story on ISS so please bare me for any mistake and please provide your valuable feedback and suggestions at If any woman(married or not) is interested in having some secret fun, (real, phone or sex...

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Tired of Being the Nice GuyChapter 17

Monday - Day 17 I woke up and it was still dark. My cock was rock hard, and I realized that I had just woken up from a very sexy dream. Unfortunately, I could not remember the dream. Becky was still lying on me, though Jamie had rolled off and had her back to me. I stroked my cock for a minute and started to drift back to sleep when a wicked thought crossed my mind: I had two sexy women willing to do anything for me. I did something that I had never done before. I shook Becky and woke her...

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