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Jake was naturally worried, and decided that whether Hermione and Susan had been abducted or not, it could do no harm to talk du Sang-Frappe. If they had already been abducted then it would get the hunt underway sooner. Accordingly he set out to find the address he had been given. This turned out to be a nondescript building on an out of the way street. He entered a large foyer with a wide curved staircase ascending to the first floor. He noted that there were two men engaged in conversation just inside, but too alert to be just bystanders. He approached a desk behind which a rather bored looking young man was sitting. He asked for Commandant du Sang-Frappe.

“The Commandant is very busy at the moment, Monsieur. I will ask him. Who shall I say is calling?”

“Sir Jacob Whi...”

Before he could complete his name, the young man called to the two men. One detached himself from the conversation.

“Camembert! Take Sir Jacob up to the Commandant immediately.”

Jake was conducted up the stairs and along a passage. The man knocked on a door, opened it and ushered Jake into the office. Du Sang-Frappe rose from behind his desk to greet him.

“My man found you?” he asked.

“No,” said Jake. “I have had a warning that the Comte was going to abduct Mademoiselle Grey.”

“He already has,” said du Sang-Frappe grimly. “And Lady Hermione too. I was having them followed but my man was too far back to do anything. How did you find out?”

“The Comte’s mistress, or rather ex-mistress came to warn me. He had taken his fury out on her. He had beaten her quite badly from the way she was moving.”

“Ah yes, that will be Michelle Roux. She will be looking for another benefactor,” said du Sang-Frappe.

“Yes,” Jake grinned, “I got that impression.”

Du Sang-Frappe laughed. “Attractive, and very accomplished I understand. But I think Lady Hermione would not approve. Now, I am waiting for information. I know he has left Paris, and I am waiting confirmation that the ladies were on the same train. He has a private car. If they are, then they are headed for his château. It is near the town of Saint Agur, the Château Rochefort.”

There was a knock on the door and a man entered. He had a brief conversation with the Commandant.

“Right, we are headed south,” said du Sang-Frappe. “I’ll explain more on the way.”

At Jake’s request a message was sent to the hotel to reserve their suite. It rather went against the grain to pay an extortionate price for something that they wouldn’t be using, but it couldn’t be helped.

Du Sang-Frappe explained to Jake that the coach had been seen to pull up alongside the private car belonging the Comte and the ladies had been hustled into a baggage compartment. The car had then been attached to an express going south.

They arrived at the station in good time to catch the next train, another express. There was a sergeant waiting to accompany them.

“They were on the train, Patron,” he said.

“Thank you, Boursin.”

Du Sang-Frappe requested a private compartment and for the train to stop at Saint Agur, something it would not normally do. He was informed that someone had already requested this, and there would be no problem.

“I wonder who requested the stop,” he remarked to Jake. “I suppose we shall find out.”

There were two stops on the way, and they were able to relieve themselves and obtain some food. By the time they arrived at Saint Agur mid morning with the temperature already rising their friendship had reached the point where they were Jake and Denis. A lady alighted from the train answering the question as to who else had requested the stop, and a couple of trunks were unloaded from the baggage car. She spoke to the station master who shrugged. Leaving her trunks she left the station and started walking briskly towards the town.

Denis approached the station master to enquire about transport.

“Alas, Monsieur, as I just told the Comtesse, there normally is at least one carriage, but for some reason Monsieur Brouette, who normally meets the trains has declined to do so. You will find him in town. It is not far.”

They set out to walk into town, the Comtesse just ahead of them. She clearly knew where she was going, and by the time they reached Monsieur Brouette’s premises that worthy had informed her that he had no transport, and she was venting her displeasure on him.

“Where is my coach?” she demanded.

“Monsieur le Comte has already taken it, your ladyship,” Monsieur Brouette told her. “I have nothing else.”

“That is my carriage over there. I shall use that.” she she told him.

“It is here for repair, your ladyship.”

“It looks perfectly alright to me.”

Denis decided that it was time to intervene. He introduced himself and showed the man his credentials.

“It seems to me, Brouette, that you have been told to refuse transport to anyone who comes here. I am here to investigate a crime. If you obstruct me in the course of my investigation, I shall ensure that you are sent to Devil’s Island to serve a long sentence.”

Monsieur Brouette was now quivering with fear. “But sir, the Comte will beat me.”

“Not my problem. You have a choice. I suggest you get that carriage ready.”

Monsieur Brouette was wringing his hands. “But I have no driver.”

“You know perfectly well Brouette,” the Comtesse told him, “that I can drive. Now get moving, or the beating I shall give you will be far worse than that which my husband can do.”

She turned to them. “I am the Comtesse de la Grand Fromage. It seems my husband is trying to thwart anyone who wishes to go anywhere. Can I give you a lift?”

“We are trying to reach the Château Rochefort, my Lady,” said Denis. We need to have a word with your husband.”

Not fifteen minutes later Jake, Denis and Sergeant Boursin were seated in the carriage, which was harnessed to a fine pair of greys, and the Comtesse was in the driving seat. She stopped at the station and her trunks were loaded. They set off to the Château Rochefort.

The cell contained a table and two chairs but nothing else. There was a small window which had once had bars, but these had rusted away a long time ago. Hermione stood on a chair and looked out. She shuddered at the sheer drop down to the river perhaps three hundred feet below. She got down and realised that she should have examined the chair first. It was none too sturdy. The table was possibly worse. She stopped to think.

“What are we going to do madam?” asked Susan.

“Judging by the way we have been treated so far I should think we will be provided with food before too long,” said Hermione.

She looked closer at the table. She pulled it out and turned it upside down and wiggled a leg.

“Stand on that side,” she told Susan who immediately did so. Hermione pulled on the leg. There was a cracking sound and the joint gave way. Hermione staggered as it did so, then stood upright with a leg in her hand.

“Let’s see if another one will come off.”

Susan gripped one and pulled. This time there was no warning crack and Susan ended up on her backside. In her hand she had the other leg.

“Now,” said Hermione, “we’ll stand the table against the wall. A chair either side should hold it up.”

They now had two heavy pieces of wood that they could use as clubs.

“Wouldn’t it be easier to use your gun?” asked Susan.

“If I have to fire it the noise will attract other people. And I don’t particularly want to kill the men if I can avoid it.”

“Have you killed other men? Oh, I shouldn’t ask, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t worry,” Hermione had a tight smile on her face at the memories. “The answer is yes.”

They sat on the chairs for some while until they heard footsteps coming down the steps. They stood, one to each side of the cell, leaving the way from the door to the table clear, reckoning that the guard would bring their food on a tray. The key was inserted in the lock and turned, the door opened, and the guard brought in a tray of food. He was relaxed, dealing with a couple of women would be no threat to him. As planned, Hermione moved first attracting his attention. He turned to her, and as he did so Susan hit him over the head with her table leg. He turned towards her and Hermione immediately repeated the process. He collapsed on the floor, insensible. Susan removed her petticoat and tore it into strips. Hermione secured his hands and feet, and then taking a wad of it forced it into his mouth, waving aside the reek of garlic. She used a strip to tie across his mouth and around the back of his head.

“Let’s see if we can find a way out,” said Hermione.

Outside the cell Susan locked the door and handed the key to Hermione. Hermione removed the Derringer from her boot. They went up the first flight of steps to a landing where there were two doors. They looked into both and discovered that they had discovered the château’s wine cellar. The information was of little use at the moment, so they made their carefully up the next flight. When they reached the landing there was a pair of doors opening into a large room. There was a piste down the centre and at one end they could see a man wearing a protective jacket, his mask in one hand and a sabre in the other. At the other end, his back to them looking out of the window over the gorge, stood the Comte. His mask had been dropped on the floor beside him, but he still held his sabre. In his other hand he held a piece of paper. He glanced over his shoulder at them, then turned back to the window.

He held up the piece of paper. “I was wondering how long it would take you to escape! I have just learnt, Madame, who you are. Your reputation precedes you. It was remiss of me not to follow up on my earlier question, but that is water under the bridge. It leaves me with a problem. I could return you to Paris, and apologise profusely for my mistake, or I could throw you over the cliff into the gorge or I could set the dogs on you. Much more satisfying, and I tend towards that.” He was clearly furious. “I have been attacked by your maid, and now you are causing me problems. It is un...”

At this point something was stuck firmly, although not painfully into the crack of Hermione’s backside. She let out a squeak as she jumped, and in reaction pulled the trigger of the Derringer. It had been pointed in the direction of the Comte, and certainly had she aimed it, the bullet would not have struck the Comte as it did, in the left buttock.

Hermione looked behind her to find a large shaggy hunting dog that appeared to be grinning at her. She smiled and patted it on the head.

The Comte screamed, felt his buttock with his left hand, brought it back to look at and saw blood. The pain was beginning to build and he screamed again, turned, and waving his sabre he moved towards Hermione, little caring that the Derringer had a second shot, his face a white mask of fury.

The other man had been watching, but now moved. He was too late, Susan had seized a sabre from the rack and was between the Comte and Hermione.

“You’ll do first,” the Comte screamed at Susan and his sabre slashed at her. She parried and he had to step back to parry her blow. Suddenly there was a flurry of movement and the Comte’s sabre flew from his hand. Susan’s sabre was now just pricking his throat.

“Foncimane!” the Comte addressed the other man. “Do something!”

“I am your fencing instructor, Comte, not your assassin. Bravo young lady! I do not think I could have done that myself.”

Hermione was gently fending off the dog which now had it’s nose firmly sniffing at the same level, but had moved to the front. Susan had backed off slightly, but still had the sabre raised. The Comte wasn’t sure whether to attend to his wounded buttock, or massage his bruised knuckles. He looked at the dog

“Phydeau, you treacherous cur...”

There were footsteps on the stair as the other man came down to investigate. He had his revolver in his hand. Hermione was just out of sight of the steps. The dog’s ears pricked up. He recognised that the footsteps were caused by a pair of boots that had kicked him on a number of occasions. There was one other thought in Phydeau’s brain and that was that he had found an interesting female, and females were territory to be guarded. So when the man did a highly professional high speed entry into the room, and almost instantly grabbed at Hermione, he found that he had a large set of teeth embedded in his wrist. He screamed and his revolver clattered on the floor. Hermione bent down and picked it up.

“Phydeau. Drop it!” she commanded the dog.

Phydeau reluctantly let go of the man’s wrist, and sat growling.

“I’ll put him in the cell,” Hermione told Susan.

“Is there another cell for this one?” asked Susan.

“I’ll see.”

Hermione indicated with the revolver that the man should move towards the steps. The growling increased as he moved.

“Come Phydeau.”

The dog stood and followed the man who went slowly down the stairs, holding his wrist. When they reached the cell Hermione told him to stand back while she unlocked, and opened the door. With the constantly growling dog the man did not dare move until Hermione indicated he should enter the cell. She locked the door behind him.

“You can untie your friend,” she told him.

She looked around and found there was another cell with a key in the lock, then returned upstairs. She opened the door and left it ready to receive the next prisoner.

Nothing had changed when she got back up stairs, Susan was still standing back almost daring the Comte to try something, the Comte was still holding his buttock and the fencing instructor was still relaxed watching. Hermione stopped and Phydeau sat by her and leant against her.

“You must be a bitch,” snarled the Comte. “You have seduced my dog!”

Hermione laughed. “Get down the steps, or I’ll put a bullet in your right buttock, then you’ll have a matching pair.”

“But I am bleeding! I need medical attention.”

“And I should care? We’ll see if we can find a doctor. Now get moving.”

De la Grande Fromage, looking anything but grande limped slowly down the steps, the dog following him, and then Hermione. She ushered him into the cell and locked the door.

“Come Phydeau,” she said, and returned upstairs. She found Susan sitting down, shivering, although not from cold, and tears on her cheeks.

“She is a magnificent swordswoman,” said Foncimane. “But I think she has never been in action before.”

“I think you are right,” said Hermione. “It is a bit of a shock.”

Foncimane looked at her thoughtfully.

Hermione put her arm around Susan and lifted her to her feet.

“Come on, let’s find the toilet, I need to go. Then we’ll find some food and a drink, there’s plenty of wine in the cellar, must be something drinkable.”

“What you seek is at the back of the floor above,” said a smiling Foncimane. “I will go and get some wine and meet you in the kitchen.”

Hermione looked at him.

He laughed. “No, Madame, I shall not attempt to help them. You have my word. I never liked him, and appealing to me to attack Mademoiselle Susan was a despicable act.”

It took half an hour for Hermione to sort out Susan and attend to her own business, and then they joined Foncimane in the kitchen.

“The staff seem to have left. But there is bread and cheese and wine,” he said. “The bread isn’t very fresh I’m afraid. But the Comte keeps a good cellar.”

The day was now quite hot as they followed the dusty road towards the château. The Comtesse kept the horses at a trot.

“I assume that you have business with my husband,” the Comtesse stated. “I know he is here because he took the coach. Why he should leave instructions that no one else should have transport I’ve no idea.”

“No, it is strange. I cannot imagine why,” said du Sang-Frappe, somewhat untruthfully. “We need to ask him a few questions.”

“It is unusual for a Comtesse to be able to drive,” said Jake, making a hasty subject change...

The lady laughed. “I wasn’t always a Comtesse! I was brought up on, a farm, and farm girls have to work. I ran away to become an actress and Fromage wanted me to be his mistress, but I held out for more. So here I am, I have a title and a husband I hate to go with it. Have you never driven, Sir Jacob?”

“Once, in a mad dash to avoid an angry mob,” Jake laughed. “Fortunately there was a cavalryman who stopped the horses because I couldn’t!”

“What about you, Commandant?”

“No. I ride, but there are always cabs in Paris.”

They came to the village, sleeping in the midday sun.

“This is Clochemerle,” said the Comtesse. “Not far now.”

“Do they have a um...” asked Jake, somewhat at a loss to know how to ask the Comtesse for what he wanted.

The Comtesse laughed. “A pissoir? No, they don’t have one. They spend most of their time arguing about whether they should. Silly people! I’ll stop when we a through the village. There are plenty of vines you can hide behind. It might even improve the wine they produce here,” she laughed even more.

Another half hour and they emerged from a small wood. Standing in from of them was the château.

“Château Rochefort,” the Comptess announced.

She drove up to the front door and stopped.

“Where is everyone? Where is the groom? Let’s go in.”

She moved to the edge of the seat, and Jake placed his hands around her waist and lifted her down.

“Ooh la la, such a gentleman!” she said, and led the way in the front entrance.

She marched ahead of them, and ended up standing in an immense hall. There was a table down the centre which appeared to go on almost as far as the eye could see, perhaps a slight exaggeration, but on the benches either side there must have been room for a hundred people to sit. There was a gallery around three sides of the room, and no less than two fireplaces each big enough to roast an ox on.

“Where the hell is everyone?” she asked again.

She then strode off again, through an arched opening and along a passage which ended up in a very large kitchen. She stopped when she saw the three people sitting at a table with the remains of a meal in front of them. The three men stopped behind her.

“Foncimane!” she exclaimed. “Is one woman not enough for you?”

The fencing instructor leapt to his feet, but the first to speak was Hermione.

“You took you time, Jake! You missed all the fun.” she said. She looked at du Sang-Frappe. “He’s down in a cell, Commandant, as are his two men.”

“I never had any fears, Lady Hermione,” du Sang-Frappe replied with a bow. “Nor indeed did I expect anything less. Are they still in one piece?”

“More or less,” Hermione replied. “The Comte will require the attention of a surgeon, I’m afraid I shot him. and my friend here,” she indicated the dog, “bit one of the men.”

“I’ll show you the way,” said the Comtesse.

Du Sang and his sergeant followed her out of the kitchen.

Jake gave Hermione a hug. “I was worried about you,” he told her.

“I should hope so!” said Hermione. “Would you mind giving Susan a hug. Without her I should have been killed by that mad man.”

Jake hugged Susan. “Thank you.” he said. “for looking after her.”

“I was the one who got us into this situation,” she replied. “I suppose I shall have to leave now.”

“Certainly not!” said Jake. “You are a valued member of our team.”

They heard some noises from the lower floors, and it really sounded as though there was a great deal of merriment. Jake looked at Hermione with a questioning raised eyebrow. Hermione shrugged.

The Comtesse arrived, or more correctly, staggered back into the kitchen, flopped onto a chair and once again burst into a fit of giggles. Eventually she was able to get a word out.

“You...” a serious burst of giggles, “shot him...” hysterical giggles, “in the arse!” she was incoherent beyond this for several minutes.

When she had calmed down, she got to her feet, threw her arms around Hermione and said. “You shot him in the arse! He will never be able to live this down ... and I shall make sure of that. The whole of Paris will be laughing at him. And it’s not even done by a man, but a girl.” She dissolved into another fit of giggles.

She sat down again. “That will be worse for him than being sent to jail! Bravo! Although I should prefer him being sent to jail.”

The Comtesse looked at Foncimane. “Where are all the servants?”

“I don’t know,” he shrugged a shoulder. “There was no one here when I arrived.”

“That useless object down stairs will answer!” and she left.

Foncimane looked at Jake. “Your Mam’selle Susan is a superb swordsman, Sir Jacob. I should not have allowed the Comte to reach your wife with his sword, but before I could move Mam’selle Susan seized a sabre and stopped him, and disarmed him. Superb!” He turned to Susan. “You must teach me that move.”

“It will hurt your knuckles,” said Susan. “You saw that.”

“Who taught you?”

“My father, Major Grey. He was a fine swordsman, but more, he said to me that you fought to win. A draw was not good enough.”

Foncimane nodded. “That is true. But you have never used you skills in anger before.”

“No. It was a shock. I was determined to protect my mistress.”

“And you did so magnificently! And you my lady. You have done these things before.” It was a statement.

“Trouble just seems to find us,” she squeezed Jake’s hand. “I’m not sure whether it is my husband’s fault or mine.”

Du Sang-Frappe came in.

“After what I have just witnessed I’m glad I’m not married,” he grinned.

“What happened?” asked Jake.

“The Comtesse came down and threatened to kick her husband’s arse. Forgive me ladies. But she got the information she wanted in seconds. I wish we could interrogate prisoners like that!”

“Foncimane!” came a loud cry from the big hall.

“I’ll see you later,” said Foncimane rising and leaving hurriedly.

The Comtesse came into the kitchen. “I’ve dispatched Foncimane to the village. It seems that mad enfoirée of a husband of mine dismissed them all on a whim. I told him he’d better bring the doctor. Kind of me really, I did tell Fromage that I’d get Michelle Roux here to dig the bullet out with a carving knife, she deserves that pleasure. The look of terror on his face was a pure delight!” She picked up a bottle, “Where’s the corkscrew?”

She sat and Jake opened the bottle and found a glass for her.

“I am Marie,” she said. “Now tell me who you are. And what has been going on.”

“You’ve only heard good things I hope,” said Fitz, as he entered the office.

“Of course, Captain,” replied Angelica teasingly. “Could there be anything else?”

“Sit down, Captain.” said Dennis. “We have a problem, and in the absence of Sir Jacob we have little option but deal with it. We think you can help. It’s probably easiest if you read this.”

Dennis passed Fitz the letter. Fitz read it through and placed it back on the desk.

He looked at Dennis thoughtfully. “And you want me to go and sort it out, and bring the ship back.

“Yes,” said Dennis.

“Preferably with a profitable cargo,” said Angelica.

“Of course,” said Fitz. “But what about the ‘Greyhound’?”

“‘Aurora’ is sailing with two masters at the moment. So Sam Vimes can take her over, and Captain

Johnson can take over from you.”

“Your thinking is that Tom and Sam don’t have the experience, and George is too old. None of them have experience of steam ... neither have I for that matter. So I’m the favourite for the job.”

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Jake White The BeginningChapter 25

Edited by Old Rotorhead Jake returned to the suite and tapped on the door. “Who is it?” asked Hermione. “Jake,” he replied. There was a click from the lock and the door opened. Gina was obviously behind the door, but Jake’s first sight was down the barrel of a very large revolver, and behind it Hermione. “I’d forgotten about that gun,” said Jake. “Would you mind waving it elsewhere? “Well you threw the hat overboard, so I had to keep something as a souvenir,” Hermione grinned. “Now come...

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Jake White The BeginningChapter 14

“Well that was remarkably clever,” Hermione broke the immediate silence. The solution to this amazing feat made itself known as two burly men entered the room, both brandishing large calibre revolvers, the leader’s still smoking, and moved to ensure that neither of the men would be a further problem. “Do you think you could possibly give me a hand Jake?” said Hermione. “Oh, yes, of course,” Jake replied, breaking out of the momentary shock Hermione was on tip toe and the rope linking her...

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Jake White The BeginningChapter 2

Jake White Continues The next day started far too early for Jake after his exertions the night before, but he was washed, dressed and breakfasted ready to accompany his uncle on their walk down to the chandlery ready for the day’s business. Over the next few months he was to learn about all the items that the chandlery stocked, how they bought and from whom, who they supplied and how, and about the accounting system too. Jake gradually adjusted to life at home too. Dinner was always a...

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Jake White The BeginningChapter 33

It was fully half an hour before Andrew showed the two artists, Ben and Phil into Victoria’s office. “How did you get on?” she asked them. “Is the equipment suitable?” “Yes,” Ben replied. Victoria had noticed that he was invariably the leader and spokesman. “It seems excellent, better than the college has. You said the previous photographer was a lady.” “Yes, my stepdaughter,” said Victoria. “Lady Beatrice Hatherley.” “Oh! We wondered who took the photographs in the gallery,” said...

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Jake White The BeginningChapter 15

Jake was probably one of the most even tempered of men, and it was rare that he regarded a set back as anything other than an opportunity, whether to find a new solution or take a new direction. So it was most unusual to find him sitting behind his desk silently fuming. The reason for his anger was the note grasped in his right hand. He had, some ten days ago, sent a message via the new trans Atlantic telegraph, a cable newly laid under the Atlantic ocean all the way to New York, to enquire...

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Jake White The BeginningChapter 32

Jake was sitting deep in thought when Hermione and Susan returned just before lunch. The pair of them were clearly on a high after shopping, a curious state that almost all women seem to enjoy - or should that be suffer from? “We’ve had a wonderful time, Jake,” said Hermione, dropping several bags and boxes. “We did,” said Susan dropping some bags on the pile, twirling around and dropping into a chair. “And we’ve more stuff to be delivered when some alterations have been made,” Hermione...

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Jake White The BeginningChapter 34

Bea looked down through the hatch that led to the engine. Zeke had shown her where it was, and then Amanda had called out a question regarding bedding or something. Bea was too absorbed in what lay below the hatch to take too much notice. She told Zeke to attend to Amanda and that she would be fine. She could see that the engine room was accessed by a series of steep stairs, each going down one deck at a time with a landing in between. She made her way down to the first landing where the...

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Jake and Jed Meet the Thespians

Me and ol' Jed, was sittin' outside the general store one day jus' mindin' ever body else's bidness. It musta been past my dinner time cause my belly was a rumblin' somethin' fierce. I was decidin' which it'd be today, chili beans at Pedro's or beef steak down to Lily's. Now Jed, he was practizin his tobacca spit aim on the old hound dog that was layin in the street. The dog didn't seem to be rightly happy about bein' a target for ol' Jed, he kept growlin' and showin' Jed how...

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Jake White The BeginningChapter 31

Victoria left the train at Manchester with hugs and kisses, and the admonition to the girls to behave, and not to get into trouble. The train, with Bea and Amanda, continued to Liverpool where Fitz met them with transport for all their bags and baggage. The next stop was the Cunard steam ship ’SS Russia’. The Purser welcomed them on board and showed them to their cabins. In answer to Fitz’s question he told them there were almost two hundred first and second class passengers, the ship did...

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Jake and Jackie

The taxicab pulled up the driveway and Jackie sprinted downstairs to greet her brother. Jake Jr. had been away in school in New York and she hadn't been able to see her brother for over a year. Her heart pounded, as it always did when she saw him. She flung the front door open and the siblings' eyes met. Jackie ran outside and threw her arms around her brother placing kisses all over his face. "Hey, hey," Jake laughed holding his little sister close to him. "I'm so glad you're home!...

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Jake Ryans heart trouble 1

 “All set. According to my monitor here, you have just a small heart murmur. Nothing too concerning, I’ll schedule a follow-up appointment so we can look at it in detail.” Nurse Jackie went over to the large monitor on the wall and pointed to an unusual looking peak on the ECG screen. In a whirlwind of activity, she had printed a number of medical forms and removed her gloves. “Here, I’ll need you to sign these and then we can schedule for next time. Just take it easy on the physical activity,...

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Jakes Magic Remote Part XIV Just Rewards

Jake woke early, having already slept between moments. Time was already a totally different concept to him than it had been before, it seemed. He looked at the clock by the bed, noting that it was only 4 in the morning. Plenty of time to get started on the day. But first, it seemed there was some unfinished business to take care of. Jake had meant to spend some time next door last night, and had got so caught up with Katie that it had slipped his mind. A quick shower to freshen up and an apple...

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Jakes Magic Remote VIII Oh Baby Baby

NOTE: This story is intended for adults only. It includes elements of voyeurism, time stop, non-consent/reluctance, ince$t, and mind control. If you are offended or upset by this sort of thing, please do not read it. The story is fiction and any resemblance to real persons or events is either coincidental or the result of artistic liberty.Feedback and positive criticism is welcome, as are suggestions and requests.----------------------------Breakfast Sunday morning was a lot less awkward than...

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Jake Pleases His Pregnant Wife Melody Episode 1

Introduction: Again, sorry about the paragraphs. I dont care about the format, I just care about getting the story on here. I am gonna make a series of these two people so yes there will be a second episode. There are hints in this story as to what the second episode is about. Hope you enjoy! Ahhhhhhh! Shouts a young Mrs. Housened. Its just a spider, sweetie. Mr. Housened grabs a paper towel from the kitchen and stands up on the end table to get the creepy crawly. Mr. and Mrs. Housened are...

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Jake Pleases His Pregnant Wife Melody Episode 1

“It’s just a spider, sweetie.” Mr. Housened grabs a paper towel from the kitchen and stands up on the end table to get the creepy crawly. Mr. and Mrs. Housened are high school sweethearts, married right out of high school. Married a few months after graduation. “Flush it!” Melody Housened demands. “No, I want to keep it as a pet.” Jake Housened jokes. He gets a glass jar from the recycling bin and sticks a piece of lettuce inside. “See, it won’t hurt us.” “NO! FLUSH IT! KILL IT!” she...

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Jakes Magic Remote Part III Karma Chamele

NOTE: This story is intended for adults only. It includes elements of voyeurism, time stop, non-consent/reluctance, ince$t, and mind control. If you are offended or upset by this sort of thing, please do not read it. The story is fiction and any resemblance to real persons or events is either coincidental or the result of artistic liberty.Feedback and positive criticism is welcome, as are suggestions and requests.------------------------------------------Sarah got home only a few minutes after...

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Jake the Snake Cuckold

It's funny how random events can impact our lives. Emma and I had been married less than a year when our marriage sailed into parts unknown. It turned out to be a hell of a detour, but in the end one we're both glad we took. She's 22, and blessed with girl next door good looks. She was a gymnast in high school and college, as well as part of the dance team. At 5'2" and 105 pounds, she is an incredibly fit blue-eyed blonde and prides herself in staying in shape. As a football and soccer jock in...

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Jakes Magic Remote VI Shenanigans

NOTE: This story is intended for adults only. It includes elements of voyeurism, time stop, non-consent/reluctance, ince$t, and mind control. If you are offended or upset by this sort of thing, please do not read it. The story is fiction and any resemblance to real persons or events is either coincidental or the result of artistic liberty.Feedback and positive criticism is welcome, as are suggestions and requests.-------------Jake walked into the steakhouse with his favorite two women close...

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Jake Elf

In Jake’s first year of university, he was paired up in residence with a guy named David, who bore such a striking resemblance to Orlando Bloom that everyone on their floor just started calling him Elf. Jake himself was quite good-looking, but never quite saw himself that way. He was in fact deeply insecure about his looks because he’d been a little too nerdy in high school to ever get the attention of girls. He didn’t realize that what had made him unattractive in high school—his bookishness,...

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Jake Part XVIII Creative Anachronism

Thank you all for being such faithful readers. I love interacting with my fans! If you want to read these faster, please go to my post on voat:https://voat.co/v/TimeStop/comments/138397I post there first, Reddit second, and here last because it's harder to get to through work firewalls and it has that long wait time for posting.After all the excitement and sunshine at the beach, Jake wanted to go somewhere cool and relaxing. Petra agreed with him about the heat, but had other ideas about the...

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Jakes Magic Remote Part XIX Tempered in Fi

Carol held her coffee as though it was the elixir of life. It very well looked like it was, too; in the cafe’s more direct light, Jake could make out dark circles under her eyes that hadn’t been there before.“Are you alright?” Jake asked. “You look…”“...like hell,” Petra offered.Carol gave that crooked smile again. Something about it was really familiar. “I’ll be fine. It’s just… really exhausting getting here.”Jake shook his head. “I don’t get it. Getting here? From where? And why?”Carol...

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Jake Cums at Home

This story is continued from "Daydreaming on the Hardintown Bus" here is a link:http://xhamster.com/user/mooremike/posts/451995.htmlJake walked home from the bus as fast as he could he really wanted nothing more than to jack off and think of Natalie feeling his cock! It had only been an accidental touch but for a teen boy it did not take much!He arrived at home and was alone. He quickly went to the dirty clothes hamper. With two sisters and a mom there was always a pair of used panties to sniff...

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Jakes Magic Remote Part XII Exploration

Jake winked at Petra as she returned from the bathroom. “Everything alright in there?” he asked. “Just fine, Daddy,” she said. She walked over and leaned in close to where he sat in his recliner. “What did you do? That was hilarious.” Jake chuckled. “Just a little teasing. You want me to keep going?” “Yes, please!” She kissed his cheek, then turned to head upstairs to her room. Halfway up the stairs she flipped up her bathrobe to show off the way her panties hugged her ass. Of course, as...

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Jakes Magic Remote XVI Favors

Jake had been feeling pretty good about himself lately. He had answered two more “summons” as Danica’s “not-Jake” in the last week, and it was starting to make a marked difference in the girl. She was bolder, more outspoken and confident, and smiled a lot more. It was as if some great burden of stress had been lifted from her. Which made sense, because in a way it was true. Danica liked being brought down to the level of an a****l; in fact, she loved it. She’d told him as much after their last...

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Jake goes for help

Jake goes for help Chapter 1 - The first Session Jake Carstairs buzzed the office of the councilors, and went inside when the door unlocked. He went to the receptionist desk, and told the lady his name. "Who are you seeing?" she asked. Jake pulled a piece of paper out of his jeans and read the name. "Jill. I think." "Ah, yes. She's just about done with her current client. Just have a seat. Would you like some coffee?" "Sure." Jake moved into the waiting area,...

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Jake Mari

Jake and Mari - Part One        It had been one of those frustrating evenings.  Jake loved his beautiful wife.  She had proved to be submissive to him.  Over the years they had played at Master and sex slave, but there was always an underlying current of resistance from Mari.  Even when they engaged in ?vanilla? sex, she would tend to resist turning loose and enjoying the action.  This was one of those evenings.        Jake had tied her hands behind her back, and had spanked her delicious ass...

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Jake and Lindseys Halloween Odyssey

Jake was a twenty year old sophomore in college. He loved the college life, and why shouldn't he? Sure, the workouts for the wrestling team were grueling, but they kept him in fantastic shape. That really paid off at parties, and he could always find at least one party to go to on the weekend. Usually though, he was partying both Friday and Saturday night with knowledge of multiple parties on either night so that he could switch venues if he wasn't making any progress with the available women...

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Jakes Magic Remote VII Sweet Dreams

NOTE: This story is intended for adults only. It includes elements of voyeurism, time stop, non-consent/reluctance, ince$t, and mind control. If you are offended or upset by this sort of thing, please do not read it. The story is fiction and any resemblance to real persons or events is either coincidental or the result of artistic liberty.Feedback and positive criticism is welcome, as are suggestions and requests.“And ever since then, you’ve been able to-”“Stop time, yes.”Petra blinked, staring...

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Jake Part XVII Summer Sun

“Daddy!” someone whined. “Wake uuuuup!” Jake’s nostrils were filled with a familiar scent of strawberry bodywash. He inhaled deeply and smiled. “I know you’re awake,” Petra complained. “Shoosh,” Jake said, wrapping his arms around the girl who had woken him from his nap by straddling his lap. “sleep time is now.” Petra whined again, pushing her breasts in Jake’s face. He noticed that they were uncovered, and his eyes snapped open. “Petra, your mother-” “She’s out,” Petra said, smiling down...

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Jakes Magic Remote IV Home Movies

NOTE: This story is intended for adults only. It includes elements of voyeurism, time stop, non-consent/reluctance, ince$t, and mind control. If you are offended or upset by this sort of thing, please do not read it. The story is fiction and any resemblance to real persons or events is either coincidental or the result of artistic liberty.Feedback and positive criticism is welcome, as are suggestions and requests.------------Jake’s mind was racing as he went through the motions of working. He’d...

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Jake and Amys trip to London

Introduction: Amy gets raped by her boss on a business trip Amy had been working for Jake McKnight for two years, a golden opportunity for her. McKnight was the CEO of a Fortune 500 company and she was his Executive Assistant. Amy took care of the high-end, business-related aspects of Jakes life. She was efficient, hard-working, and under-appreciated. She had fantasized about Mr. McKnights cock for months, but the opportunity had never presented itself. Jake McKnight was 45 years old, married...

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Jake gets some assets

Jake had just completed his after-school assignments and wanted to take a shower before he went to his part-time job. He noticed that the student’s shower was out of order and he had no other choice but to use the teacher’s shower. He thought in his mind “It should be alright, its after-school and most of the teachers have left.” So he took his clothes off and entered the shower. As he was about to use the shower, he heard an angelic voice say “I think you might be in the wrong shower.” Jake...

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Jake and Us

For years I had fantasized about watching my wife suck another mans cock. I know I am not alone amongst men in having this fantasy based on many of the stories that I have read over the years on the internet and other various venues. I have even mentioned it to my wife more than once. At times, usually when we are fucking, I have brought it up and she has said she would do it. I think we both knew that she was just saying this a part of the moment and neither of us thought it would ever advance...

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Jake and Amys trip to London

Jake McKnight was 45 years old, married to a stay-at-home drunk wench named Karen. Karen didn't put out anymore. And to make matters worse, Karen smelled like alcohol all the time. Jake had taken to sleeping at the corporate suite or on the couch in the den rather than sleep with his slobbering wife. Amy never noticed Jake eyeing her legs wrapped in nylons. Nor did she ever notice the slight movement in his crotch whenever she bent over in front of him, surreptitiously exposing her ample...

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Jakes Magic Remote Part I The Accident

NOTE: This story is intended for adults only. It includes elements of time stop, non-consent/reluctance, and mind control. If you are offended or upset by this sort of thing, please do not read it. The story is fiction and any resemblance to real persons or events is either coincidental or the result of artistic liberty.This is the first chapter of what will become (hopefully) a long story. I'm open to feedback, suggestions, and requests!---ONE---Jacob Stevens was a pretty average guy. 6 feet...

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Jakes Magic Remote Part II of Pranks and

NOTE: This story is intended for adults only. It includes elements of voyeurism, time stop, non-consent/reluctance, i****t, and mind control. If you are offended or upset by this sort of thing, please do not read it. The story is fiction and any resemblance to real persons or events is either coincidental or the result of artistic liberty.Feedback and positive criticism is welcome, as are suggestions and requests.------------------------------Jake uploaded all his work and went to lunch early....

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Jake and Stacey Over The Phone

Jake was like a drug for teenage girls. He was attractive, charming, and had a way about him that made girls want his attention. A fun casual friend, but addictive and dangerous in large doses or repeated use.  Jake was only and always out for himself. He didn't know what it meant to care for anyone else. To him, women were disposable and only meant for his entertainment and pleasure. Stacey was a beautiful girl who was always seeking to fill the void left by her estranged, deadbeat dad who...

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Jake and Me

Jake and Me PartOn and Me PartOne by Dale10 It was my own fault, I suppose that I allowed Jake to lead me down the path to my own complete humiliation degradation and destruction. After all he had just turned eighteen and I was thirty-five. What made me think he would ever be interested in me to begin with? Well, I know the answer. Lonely middle aged gay guys who are in good shape, still prowl dance clubs and bars and malls and streets looking for that sweet young cute "true love" that...

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Jake and Hunter

Introduction: Prequel of one of my stories ( Guardian Angel ) During a calm saturday morning, Jake slept peacefully in his room. There was a knocking on the door, and the door was opened slowly and quietly. A boy entered Jakes room, and gently sat next to the sleeping boy. Jake felt someone breathing next to his left ear, and as he opened his eyes, the boy joined his lips with Jakes. After a moment, the kiss was broken: Morning, sleepy head! shouted Hunter, who started laughing and playing...

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Jake and Stacey A Ride To School

Jake saw Stacey as he drove up the street towards her house. She was standing outside in the white tennis skirt he had chosen for her last night, but she was covered from the waist up by a large green hoodie, hiding her best features. The baggy hoodie represented resistance to Jake's desires and this annoyed him.As Stacey opened the passenger door to get in he held his hand up to stop her. "Throw your backpack in the back and take off that ridiculous sweatshirt," he barked."What? It's cold...

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Jakes Magic Remote Part XIII Nocturnal Em

I keep getting messages saying you love this story. Thank you all! Remember I am always open to comments, criticism and suggestions/requests. And this part is the end of Katie's sleepover, I promise.Katie came hard when Petra flashed her dad’s dick-pic at her. It was completely without warning; one moment she was eagerly anticipating the sight, and the next she was biting her lip and squirming, trying desperately not to moan. She felt empty inside, and she knew exactly how she wanted to fill...

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Jake and Hunter

"Morning, sleepy head!" shouted Hunter, who started laughing and playing with Jake's hair. "Hunter! Can't you see I was sleeping?" complained Jake. "Not anymore! C'mon, we got stuff to do!" "Like what?" asked Jake, as he tried to fully wake up and get out of the bed. "You promised we'd go to Mount Gloria today!" shouted Hunter, as he followed Jake, wherever he went in the room, as the boy looked for some clothes to wear. "Mount Gloria?" asked Jake. "Yeah, it's where we...

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Jake fucks Jane

Jake stretched his legs out in front of him, aware that the bulge between his legs was clearly visible to the woman sitting on the sofa facing him. They were both pretending to watch TV, but Jake knew that she was watching the growing bulge in his pants. As for him, Jake could hardly tear his eyes away from the lovely sight before him. Janie was sitting with one leg pulled up under her, seeming to be unaware that the crotch of her white panties was clearly visible to him.Jake stood up. Janie...

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