Junior Golf
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I was up early to say goodbye to my trusty hound. I had to give him enough loving to hold him for the next several weeks. I put my bags in the back of my mom’s car. I was surprised when Precious was at my feet and meowed. I bent down, picked her up and scratched her ears, which made her purr. She was a typical woman: one minute she seemed to like you, and the next she tried to claw your eyes out. I put her down and called Duke into the house.
Mom and Dad were up because they were taking me to the airport. I made myself a hot tea and put it in a travel mug. Mom had made breakfast sandwiches, so I grabbed mine and we left.
On the trip, Dad wanted to talk business.
“The accountant sent over your tax information. I forwarded it all to Caryn to look at.”
“Good. I’m hoping she can make sense of all that. I really need to get a handle on that type of thing. I plan to have her explain it all to me. I don’t want to end up letting my people rip me off because I didn’t know what to look for,” I admitted.
“Frank Ingram got Caryn’s background check back. She grew up in San Mateo, just south of San Francisco. She graduated in the top ten percent of her high school. She then went to Cal Berkeley where she excelled and received her MBA. Range Sports hired her and put her into their entry-level management program. She was assigned as Devin’s assistant. From everything Frank found, she’s an upstanding citizen. She pays her bills, has never been arrested and has only had glowing reviews at Range Sports,” Dad said.
“You had her checked out?” Mom asked.
“That wasn’t Dad. I asked for it to be done. You saw what kind of money we’re talking about, moving forward. Caryn’s going to be involved with me closely, and if she was shady at all, I could be in a lot of trouble. I have to know I can rely on her. I realized I needed to check on the people who’re going to be close to me when Brook’s parents had me investigated. The whole thing with Pam’s dad clarified just how bad things could get. I’d rather ruffle some feathers and at least check up front than find out the hard way later.”
Mom gave me a sad look. I’d used Frank to investigate Cal, so I’d done the same for Caryn. I hoped moving forward Caryn could find someone else, because Frank wasn’t cheap.
“My dad was the same way. He even had your mom investigated,” Dad said to me.
“He did not!” Mom growled.
“Oh, he sure did. Did you know your mother has a juvenile record?” Dad asked me.
How the tables had turned! My mom gave my dad a look that almost caused us to have a car accident. He wasn’t talking. I got my phone out.
“Hey, it’s me,” I said. “What was my mom arrested for?”
“David Allen Dawson! Who are you talking to?” Mom asked.
“I’m talking to Grandma Dawson.”
The phone was snatched out of my hand and my mom talked to my grandma. She then called my uncle. I could see that I might never know what happened, and then I had an idea. My mom glared at me.
“If you have me investigated, I will end you,” she threatened.
So much for my good idea.
Caryn had booked me in first class to LA. For a flight that long, it was worth the extra money. My seat was in the last row, next to the window. I put in my earbuds, turned up the music, closed my eyes and relaxed.
I started when someone touched my hand. The flight attendant leaned over and I pulled out my earbud so I could hear her.
“We’re about to take off,” she told me.
I put my seat back up and noticed a girl about my age in the seat next to me. She looked totally out of place in first class. She had orange, green, blue and purple streaks in her hair, and she looked like she’d just crawled out of bed. I glanced across the aisle and one row up and there were three girls that looked similar to the one next to me. They had to be together.
I saw out the window that we were taxiing to the runway. The girl next to me looked like she was going to be sick.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
She had wild eyes; that concerned me.
“I’ve never flown before.”
“It’ll be fine. I’ve done this a lot,” I reassured her.
It looked like we were third in line for takeoff.
“Why are you going to LA?” I asked to distract her.
“We’re going to sign with a record label,” she said, and then leaned over me to look out of the plane. “What’s taking so long?”
“Amy, settle down,” the girl on the aisle across from us said.
That girl was kind of hot in a fucked-up way. She had this deep red hair that was obviously out of a bottle, but she had a cute face. The girl next to her had the blackest hair I’d ever seen. It was so black that when the light from the window hit it you caught a glimpse of deep purple. Their bandmate one row up had pure white hair that reminded me of Suzanne.
Amy turned to me and latched onto my arm.
“Have you ever been on a flight that had problems?” she asked.
“Only when we didn’t go fast enough,” I said.
“We’re not going very fast now,” she whined.
Of course not. We were just moving into takeoff position.
“Yeah, at this speed we’ll never get off the ground,” I said.
“Hey, shut up. You’re freaking her out,” Red said.
That was when we began to accelerate down the runway. If I’d known how really scared Amy was, I would have never teased her. She let out a scream that about made me deaf. I grabbed her hand.
“Look at me,” I ordered her. “We’re fine.”
She took a deep breath and our eyes locked. That was when we lifted off.
“Look out the window. We went fast enough,” I said, and smiled at her.
She peeked out, then let out a long breath and began to shake. When we reached altitude, Red switched seats with her and I saw the girl with black hair give her a pill. Whatever it was had her asleep in no time. They should have given that to her before she got on the plane.
I put my earbuds back in, turned on my music and settled in for a long flight. When the stewardess brought me a drink, I looked at Red and she smiled at me.
“You look familiar,” she said.
“I have a movie coming out. You might have seen an ad for Star Academy.”
“I’m Jett,” she said as she offered her hand.
“David.”
“We’re going to LA to sign with a label,” she said.
“That’s what Amy said. What’s the name of your band?” I asked.
“That’s Not Toothpaste.”
I wrinkled my nose. She threw her hands up.
“It sucks, right? I told them that was a terrible name. I wanted to call us Stop Laughing!, but they don’t like it.”
“That’s not good either.”
She pulled out a crumpled piece of paper that had a list of band names on it. Most were terrible. Then I saw Birthrite.
“I like that one,” I said as I pointed at it.
“Birthrite‘s not bad,” she admitted.
I found out that all the girls in the band met at a Catholic High School. The group had talked their parents into giving them a year to see if they could make a go of it. If they didn’t make it, they would go to college. Things hadn’t gone as expected and the band had struggled. Then they’d played at an open-mic night at a local restaurant and were discovered by a talent scout. The next thing they knew they were offered a trip to LA to sign a development deal. I noticed she didn’t say anything about making a CD.
“So, what do you get with a development deal?” I asked.
“What do you mean?” Jett asked.
“Are they going to have you cut a record and promote it, or are they going to have you play at some bars to see what you can do?”
Jett looked concerned.
“I don’t really know,” Jett admitted.
I knew what had happened to Eve Holiday when she first went to Nashville. She’d gotten tied into a shady manager who kept her doing bar gigs so he could make money. He never seemed to come up with a record deal. Honestly, the last thing I wanted to do was play the white knight and come to these girls’ rescue. I didn’t even know them, but I saw the same desire to make it in Jett’s eyes that I’d seen in the eyes of my ‘Country Girl’ when she left to go make it.
“Do you have an agent?” I asked. “Someone who knows the business and can advise you?”
“No. Do you think an agent would even talk to us? I thought that was what the record label would do,” Jett said.
I pulled my phone out and scrolled through my numbers. The only music agent I knew worked for Tom Dole.
“Take this number. This is an agent who represents a friend of mine. Her name is Angelina Hargrove. She goes by Angel. Give her my name and ask her to help you. At the very least she can look at your contract and explain what they’ll do for you,” I explained.
“Do you think she can help us?”
“She used to find talent for Juke Records. She now represents talent, so she’d be someone you could talk to that knows both sides of the business, and she’ll give you good advice. You might even want to hire her to be your agent.”
She then wanted to know about me. I explained why I was going to LA. By the time we landed we’d agreed that when they had their first gig I’d come and hear them play. I gave her my number and honestly thought I would never see her again.
Fritz found me at the luggage pickup area. I was embarrassed when we had to get a cart to get all my things to the car. Halle had packed for me, and I knew better than to reject anything she put into my garment bags or suitcases. She didn’t pack any of my athletic gear or anything for just goofing off. I ended up having to borrow my parents’ luggage to get everything I wanted to bring.
“I don’t think Halle had this much,” Fritz said.
“Who do you think packed most of this stuff?” I shot back.
We both knew there was no sense in arguing about it. Fritz insisted on pushing the cart.
“David, we need to get something straight. While you are the guest of Rita James, I need to treat you as if you’re one of the family. I work for them. That means that I’ll handle your bags, and when we get to the car you’ll ride in the back seat. I know you’re not used to that, but I must insist.”
When we found the car, a large Range Rover SUV, Fritz had me sit in the back while he loaded my luggage. I thought a Range Rover was an alternative to a Jeep. This looked nothing like my Jeep. It looked like what I would expect a high-end luxury car like Rolls Royce would put out. Then I remembered that this was Rita James’ car. If you were made of money, you would only want the best.
Fritz ignored me as we exited LAX and began our journey to where I’d be staying. I quietly took in the city I’d be living in for the next several weeks. This was certainly not where I grew up. Our destination was the hills that overlooked LA. When we pulled through the gates, I did a double take. This house looked familiar. When we stopped, I got out.
“David,” Fritz said as he came around the car. “When we’re anywhere but at the house, I need you to wait until your driver opens the door. It’s not because we’re trying to put on airs, it’s for your security. The driver won’t open the door if they think there’s a threat. Please let them do their job.”
“Sure,” I said distractedly. “Why does this house look so familiar?”
“It was rented out to a cable series called Entourage. You might have seen it on TV. Come on, I’ll give you the tour. Halle and Rita are at the studio, so you might as well get the lay of the land,” Fritz suggested.
I recognized the media room and large kitchen from the TV show. When we walked out back, the view of LA was spectacular. The property was built on a hill, so they had a large patio area right out the back. You then could walk down the stairs to where there was a pool. On the next level down there was a tennis court with a basketball hoop. I turned to Fritz and smiled.
“I think I’m going to like it here.”
“I’m sure you will.”
He introduced me to the staff. Rita had a cook, maid and six security people. Normally Fritz would be with Rita, but she suggested that since we already knew each other, she wanted him to be with me. Two of the security people were with Rita and Halle, and another one was with Trip at the beach house. There was always one person at the house who monitored the security systems. They also kept in contact with each of the other security people. I hoped I never needed anything like this.
He and I got my luggage out of the SUV and took it to my room. I was surprised when the maid came in and began to unpack for me. I started to say something, but Fritz shook his head, so I let her do her job. I learned her name was Chloe. There were some things I was going to have to get used to.
Once I was unpacked, I pulled out my schedule for the upcoming week and went to the patio to enjoy the marvelous weather LA had to offer. Tomorrow I was at the studio in the morning. I was scheduled to have lunch with Ari and Frank. After that, I was free. I pulled out my script and read my lines for tomorrow.
I was surprised when the cook brought me out a fruit tray and an iced tea.
“Thank you.”
“If there’s anything special that you require, please let me know,” Rosy offered.
I told her what I normally ate in season, but I explained that I wasn’t training right now. While I preferred to try and stay on my diet, I didn’t want to cause any problems. I also told her I wanted to experience what LA had to offer, and that included the food, even if it wasn’t good for me.
Halle came out of the house and sat down next to me. I looked up from my script. I was a little irritated that they’d sent me the third version in as many weeks. Halle told me that wasn’t unusual, and that I should expect more changes when I arrived.
“What were you and your mom up to?” I asked.
“We had someone drop out last minute and we need to replace them. We were doing screen tests all day. I think we went through like thirty people today.”
“Did you find anyone?” I asked.
“No. Maybe. I don’t know,” she vacillated. “Mom said one guy might do, but he’s supposed to be my boyfriend and there was no chemistry. He kissed like a carp out of water.”
She stuck her lips out in a little ‘O’ and made kissing motions. I did the same and tried to kiss her.
“David! Stop!” she giggled. “It was really gross.”
“I wish I could help,” I said, and shrugged, not knowing what I could do.
Halle held up a finger that told me to wait and went inside. Halle was back a moment later with her mom. Poor Rita looked stressed-out and the movie hadn’t even started shooting. She handed me another script.
“Read this, and when you’re ready we’ll do the scene,” Halle told me.
I wasn’t a complete idiot. I knew she wanted me to read for one of the leads. Thankfully it was a short scene. I looked at Rita.
“How do you want me to do it?” I asked.
I saw the first hint of a smile from her.
“The character is Adam Conant. He’s dating Diana, but finds Cassie attractive. So there’s a repressed undercurrent of longing on his part towards Cassie.”
“Okay. I’m ready,” I said as I put the script down.
Adam: ‘Diana told me what happened.’
Cassie: ‘Are they okay?’
Adam: ‘Uh ... Faye’s a little shaken, and Diana’s worried. Faye has always been a little unpredictable. You never know what’s she’s going to do next.’
Cassie: ‘Is that why you came here? To convince me to join your secret cult?’
Adam: ‘No. I just wanted to apologize. I’m sorry about earlier.’
Cassie: ‘Which part?’
Adam: ‘In the woods.’
Cassie: ‘Yeah, I know.’
Adam: ‘It should never have happened. I don’t know how it happened. I love Diana.’
Cassie: ‘Yeah, I get it.’
Adam: ‘It can’t happen again.’
Cassie: ‘It can’t.’
Adam: ‘Well, I should go. You’re one of us, Cassie. I can’t tell you what to do. But just know you’re not alone.’
Rita held up a finger and left us. It was amazing to watch a mother and daughter have the same mannerisms. A moment later, she had Fritz in tow with a video camera and tripod.
“Okay, do it again — and David, I need you to be a little more hesitant,” she said.
When Fritz was ready, we read the scene again. When we were done, she grabbed the video camera and went back into the house.
“How did I do?” I asked in confusion.
Fritz rolled his eyes at me and disappeared back in the house. Halle smiled.
“I think we need a new baseball player.”
I wondered if that really was a good thing or not. The plan was to have a small role in the film and then see what else I could do. I wanted to audition for a few of the roles Ari had sent me. I also had agreed to shoot the Japanese sunglasses commercial. Caryn showed up as I was thinking about everything.
“Hey boss. Hey Halle,” Caryn said as she joined us.
“How’re your parents?” I asked.
“Happy I finally left Range Sports, but nervous that I’ll be moving further from them. Just a heads-up: on Monday Sandy’s telling Devin that I’ve gone to work for you. I would think he might call you,” she said.
Rosy called us in for dinner. I was happy to see Trip and his friends Craig and Kent join us. Craig, of course, had been the lead in Star Academy. Kent’s task was to keep Craig on the straight and narrow. I noticed that their drug-dealer friend wasn’t around. I hoped I wouldn’t have to deal with him ever again.
Rosy made us chicken enchiladas and tamales with sliced avocado and tomato as a garnish. It tasted as good as it smelled. Rosy was all smiles when I asked for more. Halle had been right: her LA cook was much better. After a couple of months of this I would put on thirty pounds. She was evil too, because for dessert she made fried ice cream. I’ve had it in a restaurant before, but that was laughable compared to what she made. The ice cream was cinnamon-flavored. If I’d been here longer I might have asked for seconds on that also.
Monday November 30Halle was totally missing her opportunity. I woke up and there wasn’t a blowjob waiting for me. I put on my running clothes and went out front to stretch. I smiled when I saw Fritz and three other security people come out to join me. Fritz introduced me to Paul, Jane and Flo. They were all in their late 20’s and looked to be ex-military.
“Why do you carry around a stick?” Flo teased me.
“David fancies himself a martial artist,” Fritz said.
They all looked at me, and I could tell they weren’t buying it. I just gave them a tight smile.
“I take it you plan to run with me. Is it okay if I set the pace?” I asked.
“By all means, we’ll try to keep up,” Jane said.
We began to run through the neighborhood. I was amazed they packed these luxury homes so close together. My mom always told me that real estate was all about location, location, location. Only so much land had views like this. Each home had been custom-built to take advantage of the cityscape. The homes varied in age and style. Rita’s house was more of a classic Hollywood mansion. As I ran I saw several similar homes, then I came across more modern styles that were all glass and steel.
I’d asked Fritz to direct me so I didn’t get lost. I noticed that he had us slowly going down the hill. I suspected he planned to let the terrain give him and his team an advantage. After we had gone the first mile, according to my iWatch running app, I began to hit my full stride. Being six-four meant I had long legs, and they could cover a lot of ground in a hurry. I noticed that Jane looked over at Paul with a worried look. I then started to do my Bo staff exercises.
When I hit the two-and-a-half mile mark, I turned around and we went back up the hill. I used my speed-work technique of increasing my pace by ten percent and then easing back to a normal pace, only to repeat. Combine that with now running uphill and I could actually feel the burn in my thighs and butt.
I will give Fritz’s team credit; they all made it back. I had to cut my warm-down stretching short when Paul puked, or I might have joined him. Fritz was grinning because the old man of the group had bested his charges, with my help.
I took my shower and came downstairs to find Rosy had made me a huge vegetable omelet with a poached chicken breast on the side. There were also bowls of yogurt and fruit salad in the middle of the table. Caryn, Halle and Rita all joined me.
“You missed our run,” I told Caryn.
“Are you kidding me? They planned to kill you this morning. I used the gym instead.”
“Who planned to kill David?” Rita asked.
“I think Fritz wanted to show his people that they weren’t in as good shape as they thought they were. When I left them they looked a little worn out,” I offered.
“Go easy on them,” Rita commented, and then left with a bowl of yogurt and fruit.
I frowned at Halle, which caused her to have a confused look.
“What?”
“You have a golden opportunity here,” I said.
Caryn now looked confused.
“David has a ‘friend’,” Halle said with the added air quotes, “who told him that I would, ahumm...”
“Wake me up with oral sex,” I said.
I raised my eyebrows when Halle gave me the look.
“I wasn’t the one who suggested it,” I said with my hands held up.
“But you were hoping,” Caryn supplied.
I just smiled. From the look Halle gave me, I could probably forget about that kind of wake-up call.
Caryn and I went to the studio alone because we had to meet Ari and Frank for lunch. Fritz drove us through the gate and seemed to know where we were going. I saw a banner for our movie on the side of a large building. There were nine trailers parked by the front door in a three-by-three square. On the other side of the door was fleet of golf carts.
Fritz took us to a trailer in the back row, and I was surprised when I saw my name on it. When I walked in, I saw Rita seated with Jessup Fields. He’d directed Star Academy.
“Hey. What are you doing here?” I asked Jessup.
“Rita asked me to direct this movie.”
“That’s great, but I didn’t think you were going to. What happened to the other guy?” I asked.
I was embarrassed I couldn’t remember his name. Of course, I’d never met him, either.
“When Josh walked, so did the director. I showed Jessup your video and he wants you to play Adam,” Rita said.
“Is everything okay?” I asked.
“You’ve every right to be concerned. This is the first movie I’m producing, and my male lead walks off the movie the day before shooting. When the director finds out he also walks. If I were just acting in this movie, I’d be asking a lot of questions.
“I’m hoping you’re on board. I know you’ve worked with Jessup before, and he only has good things to say about you. I need you to step up and help me out,” Rita said.
“This sounds like a much more important role and a greater time commitment,” Caryn said.
“I think we can work that out. What I need to know is if you’ll help us and do it. We need to get started today,” Rita said.
“I’m in. Just tell me what to do.”
Rita and Jessup seemed to relax.
“Let’s get started,” Jessup said.
We met Ari and Frank at The Ivy for a late lunch. We were delayed because Jessup wanted to make up for lost time first thing. He’d addressed everyone to explain that everything would be on schedule and any rumors of problems were overstated.
When we arrived, I was surprised to find paparazzi. Fritz made a show of checking for any threats and then let Caryn and me out of the car so we could go in. Caryn quickly went in, but I paused and let them take my picture. I ignored their questions and went inside.
The Ivy looked like an old French house from the outside. It’s one of the places people in the business have been coming to for the last thirty years. I thought we were done with the paparazzi, but I soon found out that Ari had reserved a table in the garden. It was an area in front of the restaurant with an old picket fence. Ari had Caryn and I sit on a wicker couch that had gaudy French-design pillows.
“Quentin Tarantino sits here,” Ari bragged. “I hear that your role in your movie has changed.”
“How did you hear that?” I asked.
“I hear everything,” Ari said as he checked out Caryn.
I snapped my fingers to get his attention. Frank looked at his menu intently. Caryn was used to men checking her out, but I could tell she didn’t like Ari. I was glad our server was a man.
“I brought more scripts for you to read. I’m told these would be perfect for you,” Ari said.
“Fuck you, Ari,” Frank said, surprising me. “Have you even read them?”
“I read the first few pages,” he defended himself.
Frank grabbed the stack and flipped through them.
“Okay, this one would have David in a period piece that would only appeal to old women,” Frank said.
“It could be the next Pride and Prejudice,” Ari shot back.
“It’s an independent film with an unknown director that’ll have to go through Sundance and win a bunch of awards before it’ll even be put out on limited release. They’ll be lucky if it doesn’t go straight to DVD,” Frank complained.
“That may be the case, but they’ve guaranteed one-point-five million if David will do it. It’ll also be filmed in Italy,” Ari said.
“When will it start?” Caryn asked.
“April, and will film for eight months,” Ari said as if that was a good thing.
“There’s no way I’ll give up both baseball and football season for any amount of money. My mom would kill me if I went to Italy for eight months and missed school,” I said.
I was glad Frank was there, because he knew almost as much as Ari did about what was going on in this town. It turned out that a couple of the scripts were favors Ari owed to someone. A couple finally sounded plausible. I’d kept quiet through most of this as Ari battled with Frank and Caryn. He wasn’t happy that she stood up to him, and in a profanity-laced tirade he made that abundantly clear. I think he was surprised when she wasn’t a shrinking violet and told him to fuck off.
While the battle was going on, I enjoyed lunch. I had the crab cakes and they were excellent. I even was able to people-watch. I saw Jessica Simpson and Jimmy Fallon. Not together, but I was as starstruck as the next person.
When I was done eating, I’d had enough.
“Ari, I appreciate that you decided to be my agent, but don’t waste my time anymore. While I’m fine with reading scripts, I want to know that at least someone in your office has read them. From what I’ve heard there were only a couple that I should’ve been shown,” I said.
“David, that’s not how this works,” Ari began.
“Well, for now that’s how it’ll work for me. I just got told I have to get up to speed with a new character that I haven’t been preparing for. Right now I don’t have time to read a script unless it’s important,” I said.
“You could always have the princess read it,” Ari said.
“Fuck you, Ari,” Caryn said.
This was going well. What I’d observed was Ari was combative as hell. I think he woke up looking for a fight. If you listened, though, the man knew what he was doing and how to make a buck.
Over dessert Frank laid out his media strategy. It was all about having a clear, short, continuous, managed message. I was to be that unicorn among actors, ‘The All-American Boy’. I chuckled when he laid it out. I honestly thought I would never become that perfect role model Frank described. He planned to use my football record and the awards that were starting to come in.
Ari wondered if the reverse-catfishing show was a step in the wrong direction for the image they wanted me to have. Caryn waded in and told them about the responses I was getting. Apparently she’d hijacked my Tinder account with a little help from my mom. She read a few of the more inappropriate messages, and Ari and Frank decided I shouldn’t be involved, so Ari said he’d get me out of it. I of course agreed, but I wanted the numbers of the girls who had sent me a couple of the messages.
Ari loved the ‘All-American’ angle, and Caryn felt Frank’s plans might work, so we gave permission to proceed.
I just hoped that future team meetings would be a little less combative.
Instead of a free afternoon, I had to go back for more scenes. Jessup had only let me go to lunch with my team because it had been set up prior to the change in my role.
Caryn proved her worth once again. On the ride back to the studio, she gave me some news.
“I did some research about your recruiting and found that if you’d played the baseball player we might have been in a gray area that could’ve made you ineligible for college baseball. There’s an NCAA rule that basically says that you can’t use your athletic skill to be in a related movie. For example, you couldn’t play a quarterback in a remake of Friday Night Lights. There seems to be a change that would allow it if you were out of school, meaning on breaks when you aren’t attending classes.
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Hello all, I am posting one more reader’s story. It’s a real incident of Ankita. I am Ankita, 37 years old. I wanted to share my sexual story as I can’t share it with anyone. I won’t disclose my contact details, company name, or other personal things. I moved to Hyderabad for a job because of the low cost of living. I was pretty happy with the job. I got a job in a good information technology company. I don’t like western dress. So I used to wear Indian dress and never exposed my cleavage. I...
I got up excited about two things. First, Moose told me he had a surprise for me. I was to meet him at the Field House, first thing. Second, Brook had sent me a text and scheduled a ‘play date’. I worried that it was too cold out, but became confused when a subsequent text told me to bring my swimsuit. I was not doing a polar bear swim, even with Brook. I found Mom alone in the kitchen when I came in. “Congratulations,” she said, as I stuck my head in the refrigerator to figure out what...
I. Moving In August in Missouri is always terribly hot, except when it rains, and then it is just bloody hot. It is constantly humid, some of the worst humidity the North American continent can muster. He may have bitched about it a lot, but really, Logan didn’t mind too much. The heat and humidity just meant that all summer long, the girls wore really short shorts and mid-riff baring tank tops and cute little sandals. He didn’t want to know if it was over a hundred degrees on the day they...
Your name is Greg Smith and it's your junior year of high school at midtown high and today is the first day of school. You are so stupid that you have been held back and are eighteen years old.
TeenIt was junior prom night, a night every father fears, the first night he allows his daughter out, with a guy. Ok she maybe have been on a few dates, but for me this was her first real date, and the potential of what he might try on with her had me scared. I tried to be mature, to trust her, my little girl is sensible enough, she wouldn’t do anything wrong, how far would this go, would he even try to kiss her, would she reciprocate, most definitely not, she’s not old enough, she’d probably...
Hy guys, This is one of the hottest ones I ever wrote in iss. Quite a long one. Hope you like it Now I am in college. It’s about fucking my sweet skinny senior on their farewell and getting caught and fucking another senior. My senior amrita( name changed) has a skinny figure. She is hot as hell with small 32 c perky breasts and dark nipples. A small ass and unshaven pussy. She is the slut of the college. She was fucked by many. A few weeks back I got an email from a girl saying she liked my...
When Junior left the Courthouse, she did so, with all the pomp and circumstance normal humans expected of a envoy of a great country: helicopter to the airport, red carpet walk to the flight home. The helicopter was rented ... the carpet was the size of a beach towel ... she flew her own plane. Home? Home was two square miles of island at the end of Georgian Bay on Lake Huron ... a house, a tourist trap of an Inn, two barns, two sheds, a BIG garden, an airstrip and one hangar. 'I miss my...
When I got to school I saw Halle, Brook, Zoe and Pam all waiting on me. They all looked at me expectantly and I panicked. Who did I say hi to first? Did I dare kiss any of them? I held up my hand to stop them and had a brilliant plan: I called Beth. “Who died?” Beth asked when she answered the phone. “I don’t know, why?” I asked. “Someone had to die for you to call me this early.” “Oh, sorry. I’ll call back,” I offered. “Don’t you dare, ‘stupid boy’. Why did you call?” “I have four...
I got up to do my morning run. I asked the girl at the front desk what direction I should go. I didn’t want to end up in a bad neighborhood. She told me that if I ran towards where we went to dinner last night, there was a State Park called White River. Even though the Holiday Inn Express offered a complimentary breakfast, I wasn’t interested in what they had available, so she suggested a diner I could go to. I began my run and it took me by the football stadium. It was different than...
Two games in a row I’d been banged up. I thought about the previous two years, and this one had been far better. Our offensive line had improved and kept me safe most of the year. I knew that when I went to college that would be a major factor in selecting what school I planned to attend. Wherever I went there would always be a chance of injury, but I didn’t want to tempt fate. Each level you went up they were bigger, faster, and stronger, which translated to their hitting much harder. If...
The ringing telephone disturbed my sleep and before I even picked it up a thought entered my clouded mind; I'd slept like a baby. The dream was gone. Cassie, realizing that she had awakened me, apologized before delivering the good news. She and her family would accept my invitation to use Holly's pool. "What time should we come?" she wanted to know and I told her any time would be fine. She must have handed the phone to Doris, who said they would leave their house about four P.M. It...
I’d set my alarm extra early because I had to be at the CBS This Morning studio by seven. It was snowing out, so I went down to the pool and swam. I really hated to run on a treadmill, so this was the best alternative for me. When I was done, I went to the little diner next to Tyler and Adrienne’s condo building to eat breakfast. I’d just finished when I received a text from Caryn to let me know our car was out front. The driver put my garment bag into the trunk, and I found it was just the...
“Hola, Lily,” I said, as I plopped down in the seat next to her. “Hola jefe, es un placer verte.” (Hey boss, it is a pleasure to see you.) “¿Por qué ... uhm... tan formal?“ (Why ... uhm ... so formal?) “Hoy tenemos un examen,” Lily answered. (We have a quiz today.) “¡Hijo de puta!“ Lily giggled. She’d been teaching me to cuss in Spanish. “David!” Ms. Cruz reprimanded. “Uh... Lo siento,” I said, embarrassed I was caught. (Sorry) I found that, with Lily’s help, I was picking up Spanish...
Tracy, Pam and Halle were waiting for me when I got to school. “Are you all right?” Tracy asked. I assumed she was talking about the alert Fritz had sent out. “Yeah, I just wanted to make sure you were all okay. I guess, if nothing else, it was a good thing that we tested it out.” “Did you know the girl?” Halle asked. “No, not really. I met her for just a couple of minutes. She seemed nice. It was terrible, what happened,” I said. Pam wrapped me in a hug and whispered in my ear. “Are...
When we came back from church, it was just the three of us: Mom, Dad and me. We had a light lunch, and I joined Dad to watch the Bulls lose another game. That was when someone buzzed from the front gate. Dad switched the TV to see who it was, and it was Coach Diamond. I met him at the front door. “Hey, Coach, come in,” I said, and took his coat. While I hung it up, Dad greeted him and he took a seat to watch the game. “This isn’t a social call,” he said, getting down to business....
I’d started to have weekly meetings with Caryn and Megan. They’d agreed to early Sunday afternoons if I gave them Friday afternoons off. I was entertained by their little work of fiction. They really didn’t have to work 40 hours a week yet. They were both on salary, so they were paid the same regardless of how many hours they worked. Mom and Dad told me that the two didn’t take advantage and seemed to get their work done, so I didn’t have any problems with it. My odd work schedule meant that...
After my run, I went to the kitchen and found Peggy looking worn out. “Are you okay?” I asked. “Coby’s waking up every couple of hours and I’m not getting much sleep.” “And you have finals coming up and your project. Do you need a break?” “I wish, but I’ve got a job that puts a roof over David’s and my head. Don’t worry about it. I’m just feeling sorry for myself,” Peggy said. “Tell you what, I’ll take them today, and you can catch up on your sleep and do whatever you want.” “I know how...
Classes ended early on Friday, December the twentieth and I chose to leave that afternoon rather than waiting to entertain Gladys as was our custom. I used the weather forecast as an excuse for taking off early. She accepted the news that I would be away until Sunday, January the fifth. I knew she would be happy to find the gift I left for her in my bedroom. I stopped to have something to eat at the mid-way point and it was nine P.M. when I entered the back door at home. Suzanne met me and...
I drifted awake in a sea of warmth, feeling both languid and content. I was thinking of the exquisite feelings from last night when I started as I remembered who I’d spent the night with. That is if I hadn’t been dreaming. I sat up abruptly and looked around me. ‘Thank God,’ I sighed with relief. It had been a dream. The body keeping me warm was Duke. I picked up my phone and called Adrienne. “I had the best dream last night. It involved you and Kate.” “I wonder about you sometimes. I...
“You ready to learn something today?” Coach Way asked. He and I were in center field, and Coach Short was hitting balls to me. “Of course,” I said with a sideways look. “Here’s something I bet no one has ever told you,” he said, ready to lay some wisdom on me. “Have you ever been unsure whether or not a line-drive ball will drop in front of you?” There were times when that could be tricky. I just nodded in response. “Use the bill of your cap to help judge it. If the ball’s below the bill...
Hi all, Welcome to Mark’s Junior Year story. For full enjoyment, please read Freshman Year + Sophomore Year to understand. If you don’t have the time and want to jump right in, I’ll be adding a chapter soon of a recap of the first two years. This is the third instalment of the series and can’t wait to get it under way! You’ll find the find the first chapter in the chapters below.
" ... And thank you so very much for coming." Sarah said as she shook hands with Mrs. Anderson. As she closed the classroom door behind the woman, Sarah let out a sign of relief. She thought Mrs. Anderson would never finish. Saint Francis's Open House had ended almost a half hour ago, but Mrs. Anderson had to stay behind and go on and on about her precious little "kitten" and how Sarah should be spending more time showcasing her talents. It could've been worse, she thought, Jim Anderson...
Peggy woke me up and made me run with her. I was in charge of pushing the boys in their running stroller. Duke must have been growing up because we saw three squirrels and he decided to let them live. Either that or Peggy had been getting through to him that dragging her across someone’s front lawn while she had the boys was not in his best interest. We went into breakfast and found that Mom had made sausage and eggs with hash browns. I was a happy boy because there was hot sauce. It was...
When I woke up, that’s not right. I didn’t really wake up. When I first became aware of my surroundings, I was standing in space surrounded by billions of stars. Everywhere I looked there were stars and blackness. Something was wrong. I wasn’t sure what it was at first. Then I wished to see one of the stars a little more closely, suddenly I was there next to the star I had wished to be close to. I was surprised to find it wasn’t a star. It was, well, I didn’t know what to call it. It was a...
The next day, Theresa was at our door at eight am. I answered the door. She walked in. "Where's Pyx?" she asked urgently. "She's fixing breakfast. And you're still dressed." The nun took off her habit, hastily. All her sense of modesty around me was gone. "Vonda can help you with your grooming." Theresa looked past me. "No. I'm fine." "Are you sure? I'll inspect you, right now. If you are found wanting I WILL punish you." This made her pause. "Maybe, Vonda should take a...
It was February or March in Connecticut, and colder than anything I could ever remember before that. All the kids were home from school, maybe it was Easter vacation or something, and we were running around outside, trying to keep ourselves warm. In our neighborhood, almost all of the parent's worked, the moms and the dads. It was kind of a housing project where we lived, the rent was cheap, and there was a long waiting list for families to get in. My Uncle Bill and Aunt Margaret lived right...
It was a world of change. The old rules were being broken every day. There was a time when your husband died and your life was over. The only thing you were good for was cooking, cleaning and watching the grandchildren when they arrived. Maria Theresa was forty-two years old the year Nick died. He pushed a young man out of the way of a falling pallet of boxes on the loading dock, and it hit him instead. He was an instant hero and she was alone. Maria Theresa’s problem was she didn’t feel old....
My mother in law, Theresa, lived in another state. She was a beautiful lady with a classic figure; wide hips and busty, what Marilyn Monroe might look like at 55 with auburn hair. I knew she was pretty wild in her younger days, but hadn’t had a steady man in her life for a while. Theresa ran into some financial problems after losing her job, so we convinced her to come and live with us. It was cheaper to move her across the country than to “loan” her a bunch of money. She rented a truck, and...
Mature"Why won't you choose me? I bring you all those other girls, and you take them. Yeah, not all of them, but, more than half." "Theresa..." "You think I don't hear them screaming in ecstasy? Almost every night? I do. I hear them. I want to feel that good. I want YOU to make me feel that good." "Theresa, stop." "Why should I? Or do you mean I should stop bringing you sluts to fuck until they can't stand it any more?" "If you wish..." "What I wish is that you'd give me a...
“Do you ever think about fucking your sister? “ Jan asked George, in a mater-of-fact tone, as though it were the most natural thing in the world for a young lady to ask a near-stranger as they sat together in a kitchen drinking coffee. For Jan, her new college room-mate Linda, and Linda’s older brother George, it was early in the evening of their first of three nights together at a rented cabin, and Jan was alone with George and trying to figure him out. He was a shy, intellectual sort of...
Introduction: Mrs Maggie Henderson is the pastors wife who out of growing sexual frustration seduces a fellow church member Clay Nicholas who use to attend her Sunday School group, but will an unexpected house visit later in the day threaten to turn the small Christian community upside down. (told from the boys perspective) Mrs Maggie Henderson The Pastors Wife and Sunday School Teacher The Pastors Wife I was brought up to go to church and believe that there is a God who will send me to hell...
Sunlight beamed through the curtains, warming up the room. Under the sheets, a mildly aroused Alexia laid half asleep, one finger halfway up her ass and her mouth gently sucking on her other hand’s fingers. Her cock was slightly bulging, as it tried to break free from its fabric cage, causing it to pull on the thong. Her hair was messy, but in a way that you’d love to see after a good night’s rest. Her eyes opened, and Alexia realised what she was doing."Oh!“ she squealed, as she pulled her...
CrossdressingThe quick physical at Fort DeRussy requirements continued without regard to my status as a college student. As mentioned life was busier than busy but I got a notice from Selective Service to show up yet again. I made the well worn trek to the little building to pee on a stick and wait my turn to be checked for any progress in my rehabilitation non described. I laughed to think flat track racing was my rehab. After getting run over on the coral track I headed off to the hospital, Kaiser...
bdsm, anal, group, exhibionistI invite you to my house – where I have screwed four rings into a wall. I give you a sheer silk dress, that covers you from your neck to your thighs. You put on the dress, it's so tight on you so that it accentuates every curve of your body. Your butt especially looks so alluring. I love that butt.I have some hoops, and I attach one to each of your arms and ankles. Then I attach you to the four wall rings. You have very little room for movement.I cover your eyes...
I invite you to my house – where I have screwed four rings into a wall. I give you a sheer silk dress, that covers you from your neck to your thighs. You put on the dress, it's so tight on you so that it accentuates every curve of your body. Your butt especially looks so alluring. I love that butt.I have some hoops, and I attach one to each of your arms and ankles. Then I attach you to the four wall rings. You have very little room for movement.I cover your eyes with a silk scarf. You can’t see...
AnalWhen I got to school, Mona was waiting for me in the parking lot. “What happened to our deal?” she asked. “You weren’t there. Kim and Tracy didn’t play fair.” “They flirted with you!” I nodded. “Men!” she shouted, and stomped off. The rest of the cheerleaders had seen what happened and had some choice comments. I was ready to tell them to back off when Zoe walked up and kissed me. “What was that for?” I asked. “For asking me to be your date for the Homecoming Dance.” I hadn’t asked...
The next morning, after breakfast, I was watching some cable news with Vonda at my side; when I realized that I hadn't seen my other slave for a while. "Pyx? Where are you?" I called. She called from the bathroom, "I'm almost ready, Master. I'll be out soon." This intrigued me. "What are you doing?" "It's a surprise," she said in a sing-song tone, not typical of her. Now, she really had my attention. "I think you'll like it, Master." I turned off the TV and watched the...
*This is my first story, I've always thought about writing some in the past, and had started several, but due to a hard drive crash I lost everything and never really picked it back up again. This is kind of a "meat and potatoes" teaser short version of a story that I have been working on in my mind. If you like this story, please review and let me know if I should flesh it out -the author* -- ReThink Inc. -- These days, with the way the world had been going after the...
Lisa Chen had spent the night with Dale. Still lying in bed, half asleep that morning, she heard the telephone. She wondered sleepily, who could be calling so early. "Hello," She heard Dale say, speaking quietly. After a couple of minutes, she could hear the tone of resignation in his voice. Lisa sensed something had happened. A moment later Dale returned to bed. Lisa could tell he was upset. Immediately, she asked him what was wrong. Sighing in resignation, he slipped back into the warm...
[Note: This story was written before my "I Dream of Jeanie 4".] Note: "Maynard G. Krebs" was played by Bob Denver, better known as "Gilligan". The Many Loves of Dobie Gillis 1: What's in the Head of the Thinker? Created by Max Shulman; Produced by Rod Amateau [1959-63]; Parodied by Ron Dow75 Dobie Gillis, blond, crew cut, average early 1960s Working- Middle Class Dobie Gillis was at his usual marble bench in the park, bent over with his chin on his fist just like Rodin's...
HumorA short sketch Connie had been told what to expect. After all, she was the one who requested the device and laid out some of its specs. But for all her experiences as a enthusiast of odd bondage scenarios, she was still unprepared for the sight of the globe standing in the middle of the spacious empty hall. From a distance it looked something like a glistening ball bearing resting on a small dais. "Whoa. That's... strangely beautiful." As she drew nearer, she observed in its sheen her own...
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I must have dozed off just a bit after that, because I was abruptly aware that someone was above me...and that it was an adult woman. I could barely see anything, because her slippery cunt was hardly an inch from my lips. All that I could really tell was that her smooth labia were shaven and her slit was open. I was pretty sure that this was Eloise and I was...
When I came down to run, Precious was waiting on Duke, and they ran into the back yard and romped around. Duke was now almost fully grown and could easily hold his own against the cat from hell, and she seemed to realize that. It was funny to watch them stalk and pounce on each other. I was about to break up the fun and put Duke on his leash when I heard a girl scream, Buster, No! What I saw chilled my blood. Charging up our drive and dragging a young girl was the biggest pit bull I’d ever...
Allard and I signed in and then went next door to a deli to grab a quick sandwich. I came back to Fritz giving me the stink eye. “I know, I know,” I said, holding up my hand. “Who’s this?” Allard asked. “This is Fritz, the head of my security, and I’m in trouble for leaving the hotel without him,” I admitted. “I could be with you 24/7 if you’d prefer,” Fritz threatened. “I’ll make sure he lets you know,” Allard assured Fritz. I don’t think he wanted Fritz in our bedroom. What he didn’t...
Now that Moose could officially coach us, he had me come in for more batting practice. Today I was in early because I’d told Moose I had to attend a Town Hall meeting with Governor Higgins. Moose grudgingly agreed to my coming in early as a compromise, but I knew he wasn’t overly happy about it. “I like what you’ve done to improve your batting. I want to make a few tweaks and add to your skills to make you a more well-rounded batter.” I knew that Moose had been doing this for over a...
*This is one possible continuation of my first story, ReThink Inc. If you haven't read it already, I urge you to read it first as it will make this story make a lot more sense* -- Whose Fantasy Am I Now? - A ReThink Inc. Continuation -- I was laying on my bed staring at the ceiling in a catatonic like state. I'm not sure how long I was alone in that house... My old house. I wasn't sure how long I had been stuck in the body of Cassandra, my crazy ex girlfriend. Flowing red hair,...
JUNIOR'S SAMPLES: GOLD DIGGER Millions of years ago the entire west coast of South America erupted. Lava flowed east and west. Plate tectonics lifted and subsided and lifted again. Deep in the mantle, metallurgical reactions took place and molten ore slid down the side of a volcano. Centuries passed. The planet shrugged ... more than once. The torrential rains came and receded. Tons of moving water enveloped the shoulders of the mountains and eroded the land. Massive boulders moved. Down...
"Thanks for taking me on my coin journey, Carl." Wendy was in a congratulatory mood. "That was peachy." They were approaching Mr. Adams office. "Could you arrange a group photo? Maybe in the warehouse. You've all seen my Nikon." "That's quite a camera for a kid. My daughter uses her cellphone." "I needed better pictures. This was a science project." "Do you have all your dip samples?" Mr. Adams asked as he stepped out of his office and into the conversation. "Yes, Sir....
You and your cousin Mark are walking home from school to his house. You get there; and mark pulls the key out of the bag to open the door. When he goes to insert the key his mom opens the door and says "Hi guys I'm home today, I hope you don't mind hanging out with me." Mark seems a bit upset, but you cheerfully reply "Oh we would love to spend a day with you Theresa." You have always had a crush for her; she is a gorgeous woman. She is about 5'4, long blonde hair, sexy green eyes, firm C-cup...
MatureNo excuses but will lay out the groundwork. Have…I mean had been married a little bit over seventeen years. The bliss full years I could count on one hand. Still, we managed to produce two fine children. Both were born in the first couple of years of our marriage when the bliss was at it’s greatest. Sex was an every day looked forward to event. That changed. Could have been because of the demands two babies put on our relationship, but most likely it was our realization that we were...
Introduction: What am I to do? Ok, ok, OK! Totally over the top, deviant and &hellip,probably deserve any of the consequences. No excuses but will lay out the groundwork. Have&hellip,I mean had been married a little bit over seventeen years. The bliss full years I could count on one hand. Still, we managed to produce two fine children. Both were born in the first couple of years of our marriage when the bliss was at its greatest. Sex was an every day looked forward to event. That changed. ...
NOTE: Hey guys, this is my first story here, so please bear with me. Hopefully it forms a good base to continue from. Any feedback would be appreciated, and feel free to add a chapter. Enjoy. It was the announcement that shocked the nation. Interrupting the television premiere of the latest Marvel film, a news bulletin announced that scientists had discovered and clinically trialled a new technique to prevent Cervical Cancer and STDs that had a 100% success rate. Given the simple application...