Nandita To Nandini
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July-August, 1985, Chicago, Illinois
My drive back to Chicago on Tuesday morning was long but otherwise uneventful. I’d said goodbye to Stephie, and after a good breakfast, left her house at 5:00am. I made up an hour due to the time change, so I was back in Chicago just after 4:30pm. I walked into the house, tossed my bag in my room, and then went to the NIKA office.
“Steve!” Penny exclaimed, hopping up to kiss my cheek. “How was Georgia?”
“Great. My guy didn’t win, but he was fourth and is leading for the championship. How are things?”
“Good. I’m trying to solve a problem. Do you have some time to sit with me?”
I nodded and we sat down next to each other. We worked until dinner, fixing the problem she was having with the inventory program, and then joined our friends at the table.
“How did it go with Dany? Any problems working with her these past couple of days?” I asked.
“So far, so good,” Dave said. “We’re getting her up to speed.”
“Cool. Any good candidates from the ad?” I asked Julia.
“A couple. You can look at the résumés tomorrow.”
I nodded and the conversation shifted to how Stephie was doing and I explained about her medical issue. Cindi, who had stayed for dinner instead of going home to Chris, said that a friend of hers had the same issue. It could be painful, but it wasn’t anything dangerous. After dinner, Cindi and Penny went home, and most of the rest us went to the sauna.
“Did you entertain Red’s little sister?” Kara smirked.
“I do not kiss and tell!” I grinned, because Dave was with us.
I was sure that the girls would assume I had and would ask me privately. They had other ideas.
“That’s a yes!” Elyse chuckled. “It’s good to see you aren’t turning into a stick in the mud just because Jennifer is pregnant with your baby!”
“Hey!” Jennifer exclaimed. “Don’t put that on me! If he turns conservative, it’s his own doing!”
“Dialing it back a bit is not turning conservative,” Bethany said. “I think, except for Elyse, we all agree he should be a bit more circumspect in the quantity of new lovers he takes on. Especially if he’s decided to marry!”
“He decided to marry ten years ago!” Stephanie smirked. “It’s always been a matter of ‘who’ not ‘if’!”
“True,” Jennifer said. “First it was Birgit. Then it was me. Then it was Kara. Now? I guess it’s Bethany and Kara.”
I smiled, “So it would seem. How’s my little guy doing?”
“OK, I guess,” Jennifer said. “Nothing to report at this point. Not even a bump. Soon, though. I already gained two pounds, despite not changing my diet or exercise routines.”
“It’s going to be strange making love to a woman with a huge baby belly!” Josie said with a laugh.
“Been there, done that!” I chuckled. “It was fun!”
“Really?” Josie asked.
“A friend in need back home. She was more or less ostracized for getting pregnant at fifteen and I’d been with her before,” I paused briefly, remembering that moment; it had been as much my being comforted by her as her own need. “It was really special. I haven’t seen her or her baby in years now.”
“I’m almost afraid to ask,” Dave said. “But is there anything you haven’t done?”
Stephanie spoke before I could, “He doesn’t do stuff with guys!”
Dave laughed, “I assumed THAT!”
“I’d say ‘no’,” Kara smirked.
“Well, he’s not into any strange kinks or fetishes, except maybe his penchant for fifteen-year-old girls!” Bethany said with a smirk and a shake of her head.
“They come to him!” Julia replied. “It’s not like he goes chasing them around!”
“Well, at this point, though, he’s got to be careful,” Bethany said. “He’s twenty-two. It’s one thing to do that at eighteen, but at his age, he could get in serious trouble.”
I nodded, “She’s right. Despite my penchant, as she called it, I more or less need to rein that in.”
“I know one time you won’t exercise that self-control!” Elyse smirked. “You told Kurt and Kathy you’d deflower their daughter if she asked you to!”
“They don’t even have a kid yet!” I protested. “And that was a theoretical question. And like I said, I’m going to have to exercise self-control in that area for exactly the reason Bethany said.”
That launched a discussion about age of consent that was similar to the one we’d had years ago in the apartment, and this one concluded pretty much the same thing that the previous one had, though Bethany was careful to point out that the law differed with all of our opinions.
When we got out of the sauna, I showered, and then I got my pipe and some bourbon and went to the back yard. Kara and Bethany joined me and we talked while I smoked and drank. I wasn’t surprised when they both joined me in bed that evening, nor was I surprised that all that happened was cuddling.
Before we went to sleep Bethany asked if I’d heard about Rock Hudson’s AIDS diagnosis. I said that I’d heard something on the radio but hadn’t paid much attention. She pointed out that it was another piece of evidence that I should use condoms when I was with someone who hadn’t been tested. I didn’t say anything, but that did make me think about LeAnn. She was a virgin, and I had the blood proof, but that didn’t mean she hadn’t had a blood transfusion or something like that.
On Wednesday, the last day of July, I sat down with Julia to review the résumés that we’d received. She’d received a total of thirty-two, of which she felt three were worthy of review. Two of the three were recent graduates who had gone to school outside of Illinois and were looking for jobs in Chicago. The other one was a current student majoring in electrical engineering who needed to pay for his education by working full-time during the day.
“All three of these look good to me,” I said, “I’m curious about the one you selected who doesn’t have a degree.”
“If you read his cover letter he’s done a lot of the same stuff we have, and is going to night school. In a sense, it’s not really different from Penny, who’s still in High School.”
“Uh, yeah,” I smiled. “I guess if I can insist on Penny, I can’t really object to someone who’s currently in college! What does Cindi think?”
“She agrees on these three,” Julia said. “If you’re OK, we’ll bring all three in for interviews like we did the others.”
“Set it up,” I said.
That afternoon Julia gave us a list of interview times. Mario Gage, the current student, would come on Thursday, and the other two, Paul Fredericks and Stu Black, would come on Friday.
That evening, while I was relaxing in the ‘Indian’ room with Bethany, I heard my phone ring and went to answer it. Stephie was calling with the results of her ultrasound.
“They didn’t find anything,” she said. “That’s not uncommon, according to the doctor. The cysts can come and go. I’ll have another ultrasound in a month to check things again.”
“OK, Peaches. You know I’m concerned. You call me as soon as you hear anything!”
“I will. Thanks for coming to see us. LeAnn is still talking about you! You did a real number on that girl, just like you did on Emily!”
“She’s sweet. I’ll call her in a couple of days just to say ‘hello’.”
“Just be careful you don’t make her think you’re interested in something long-term.”
“I won’t. But I also don’t want her to think I just used her.”
“She doesn’t think that!” Stephie giggled. “Don’t worry.”
“I love you, Peaches. I’ll talk to you soon.”
‘I love you too, Yankee! I’ll call you.”
We hung up and I went back to the ‘Indian’ room to hang out with Bethany until bedtime.
On Thursday, we interviewed Mario Gage. All of us really liked him, and I was impressed by how motivated he was. After we interviewed the other two candidates on Friday, we decided to offer the position to Mario. When Julia called him, he accepted immediately, and she and Elyse began putting together all the paperwork.
Just before we ended work on Friday, Cindi received two calls. The first one was from the law firm accepting our bid to install their network and provide their case management software. The second was from another law firm inquiring about effectively the same setup.
“Elyse, do we have new income projections based on all the new business that Cindi has generated?” I asked.
“I’m working on it,” Elyse said. “I have to prepare several reports. And Cindi needs to start producing a pipeline report for new business. Basically, it’s a list of all inquiries and business development activities, and a timeframe plus a confidence factor. That will let us plan both money and time. We’ll have a finance meeting next week, once she and I get all this stuff put together. The short version is, we can afford the new staff without risking our run-rate. Basically, the new revenue is covering the new expenses.”
“We should have a business development meeting every Friday afternoon,” Julia said. “That would be me, Cindi, and Steve. Elyse can attend if she wants, but she really just needs the report that comes out of that meeting. That’s in addition to our normal all-staff meeting on Monday mornings.”
“Does ‘all staff’ mean me?” Dany asked.
“That is the general meaning of the word ‘all’,” I chuckled. “We’re small enough that I’d prefer to have everyone there rather than have separate meetings or have to remember who was told what. If we need to do something private, we’ll do that as needed.”
“Thanks!” she replied.
I offered everyone a glass of wine to celebrate the new business and everyone accepted, though Penny huffed when I handed her a Coke instead. When we finished our wine, everyone who wasn’t living in the house headed home. Dave and Julia went out to dinner, but Josie, Jennifer, and Stephanie joined us in the main house to eat.
We were relaxing in the great room after dinner when a special report came on TV telling us that a Delta Air flight crashed near Dallas, Texas. The reports indicated it wasn’t survivable and there were 137 crew and passengers. It was too early to determine the cause for the crash, but experts were suggesting that it was weather-related.
“Hijackings, bombings, and crashes; maybe I want to stay off of airplanes,” Jennifer said.
“There have been a few these last five years,” I said. “That one in 1979 was right before I left for Sweden; it was flight 191 just like this Delta flight.”
“Now that’s freaky,” Josie said.
“I never told Steve this, but I was worried after that crash because he was going to Sweden a couple of weeks later,” Stephanie said.
“I’ve never had anything more than a tiny bit of turbulence on a flight,” I said. “Hell, most of my flights have been on time! That’s like the opposite of bad! Besides, I jump out of perfectly good airplanes on purpose these days!”
“Are you going on Sunday?” Stephanie asked.
“I was thinking about tomorrow, actually,” I said. “Want to jump with me?”
“Hell no! I was just curious if you were going.”
“Does anyone here want to jump with me?” I asked theatrically.
“You can jump me!” Elyse giggled amidst a chorus of ‘no’ from the other girls.
“Go on,” Bethany laughed.
“Yes!” Elyse said, pumping her fist.
“What am I?” I asked. “A prize in some contest?”
“There are a couple of girls who might think that,” my sister said. “And quite a few in your past.”
“Forget the past, Stephanie,” Bethany advised. “What matters is the present.”
“And the present is me getting jumped!” Elyse said.
“Oh, take her upstairs,” Bethany giggled, “or we’ll hear nothing else all night!”
I got up and took Elyse’s hand and led her up to my room where I jumped her, and then jumped her again. When we finished the second round, she suggested a bubble bath, something we hadn’t done in a very, very long time. In fact, I couldn’t recall doing it since we’d moved from the apartment. As it turned out, neither could Elyse.
“The last time we did this was in the apartment,” she said, echoing my thoughts. “I miss those days.”
“I know you do,” I said, wrapping my arms around her. “What can I do for you?”
“Are you sure that you want to hear it?” she asked, snuggling back against me.
“Of course!” I said, kissing her neck.
“The same thing I offered nearly four years ago. Marry me.”
“Seriously?” I asked.
“Yes and no,” she sighed. “It’s strange. I don’t want to marry in general, but I keep coming back to the idea that being married to you would be perfect. It makes no sense, but it’s true. And no, I’m not giving up on the idea of us having kids, or anything like that. Getting married would be, I don’t know, simple, I guess.”
“That is what you want from your life, but would being married to me be simple? It’s already a circus and I can’t imagine that it’ll get a whole lot better if you think about it. With Jennifer, Kara, you, Bethany, and a bunch of kids? That’s hardly simple!”
Elyse laughed softly, “True. Like I said, it’s a strange feeling. But then again, I suppose a lot about me is strange. I was the first one to use the strap-on and I bet I’m the only one who forced you to suck on a dildo while I rode you and had a vibrator in your butt!”
“All true. And now what you want is simple, slow, gentle, missionary position sex.”
“The same as you, in case you hadn’t noticed!”
“I had. You got past whatever it was that Sean did that messed up your mind.”
“You did that, Steve. It started that night in the hotel at Aunt Jennie’s wedding. I just needed to work all that kinkiness out of my system. If you want to do that stuff, we can. I’m just not going to initiate it. I still have all the toys!”
“I know. I have mine as well. I haven’t pulled them out in some time.”
“I’d have told you to fuck Cindi until she was cross-eyed, you know that, right?”
“I suspect you would have, but you know my rule about that. It’s become firmer as we’ve become older. I always look at Pete and Melanie or Kathy and Kurt and realize just what a disaster I could cause without that rule in place. No thanks!”
“Now that we’re in private, did you have fun with LeAnn?”
“How do you know her name? Oh, wait, Kara, right?”
“She talked to me before she gave you her advice. I hope you took it, especially if you think you might marry Jessica.”
“I did. And right now, I’m focused on Bethany. I told her a couple of weeks ago I was ready. I guess I’m in a holding pattern, but overall I think it looks pretty good.”
“Me too. And she’ll be very good for you. And Kara? Well, all that crazy adventurous stuff you did with me? She’ll do all that and more with you! Shockingly, she’s the most sexually liberated girl in this house! She might be the most sexually liberated girl you know.”
I chuckled, “No, I think THAT award would go to Tracey Jones, a friend from Milford. Kara would never, ever get triple-teamed! Heck, if I understand her correctly, she’ll never, ever allow another guy to even touch her, even if I were to do something completely off-the-wall and marry one of the girls who demand monogamy. I’m the only guy Kara’s ever kissed and the only one she ever wants to kiss. Or anything else.”
“She’s hinted at threesomes several times.”
“She’s done more than hint! But we should go back to talking about you and me. I want to do my best to meet your needs.”
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IncestThere is a shortage of cunt in Aldershot! Well at least of good quality cunt. The place has been a garrison town for hundreds of years and there are only two sorts of females in it. The first are the stuck up sort who wouldn't touch a squaddie with a barge pole and the others, who are not stuck up but poxed up, who you wouldn't want to touch with your barge pole. I'm being grossly unfair! I had been in a foul mood since the latest bust up with Miriam, and lack of nooky (sex!) was giving...
Sant Ghoshal-Anand Goswami ‘pahunche huye’ siddh purush ya mahatma hn.Sundar Van ke ghane jungle me Aadiwasi basti se sata unka ‘Slddhashram’ h.swami ji vese to Raam Bhakti ki rasik shakha Sakhi Sampraday ke bhakt hn lekin vo Shiv Bhagvan ke nagn rup ke upasak bhi hn.Isi liye unke Ashram me ghuste hi ek sundar Shiva Ling sthaapit milta h. kaha jata h ki yeh ”Swaymbhu Lingam” h, arthat iska nirman kisi kaarigar ne nahin kiya, ye to uska apne aap bana prakritik rup h.ye nitya ling h. Swami ji ke...
Mandy's sickest stories - Mandy reloadedAuthor: SickoChickMandyAuthor's email: mandydarkfantasies [at] gmail [dot] comTags: F/f, torture, snuff, feet, nc, cannibalismProofread by EmmaPNote, that English is not my native language, so my writing will surely have many grammatical and syntax errors just as improper usage of expressions. I can only hope someone will still find it exciting. Be aware, this is graphic, brutal and extreme. I read it after writing and scared of myself.DisclaimerThis...
Jingle bells! Jingle bells! Jingle all the way! The sound of the holiday song hit Gunther's ears like an ice drift on the open sea. He tried to open his booze-laden eyes to see who was making the racket and saw it was the blasted elves again. Those holiday-enthused cretins were so full of Christmas spirit that they made a nuisance at this time of year as far back as he could remember. He wanted to shout out for them to cease and desist before he made them into little pieces of elves all...
Andrew Running (part 1 of Andrea's Stand) Chapter 1: Running I called my Aunt Clara from the bus station. She didn't seem that surprised to hear from me and when I explained why I was there she told me to walk a couple of blocks to the local diner and get myself a cup of coffee. She'd pick me up in about half an hour. I sat and sipped chocolate milk and tried to eat a pastry while I glanced nervously out of the window waiting for my father to show up and force me into his...
June 15, 1994, Chicago, Illinois “That’s everything, I think,” I said. “My luggage is in the trunk of the car, I have my passport, tickets, and money, both dollars and yen. I can’t think of anything else.” “I’ll see you in five weeks,” Elyse said, giving me a quick hug. “Did you see they rioted in Vancouver last night because they lost the Stanley Cup?” I chuckled, “Only Canadians would riot when they LOSE the Cup! I did see that on the front page of the Trib. Are we ready?” “Michelle and...
by Millie Dynamite Jaden and I meet a few weeks after he transferred to the Naval base just outside of town. I sat on a bar stool sipping my Pappy Van Winkle when this tall African-American man in full dress uniform sat next to me. He whore captain’s bars. He possessed an air of authority. I nodded to him when perched on the next stool. He returned my nod with his own acknowledgment, in a deep voice he said, “Yo.” He spoke without looking at me. “I’ll have bourbon, make it a shot of Evan...
This is a story about seduction and transformation that’s written about a real-life sissy named Brandon Hippel, Brandon’s a cute little limp-wristed sissy-faggot from Abington Pennsylvania that loves to be humiliated and exposed online. She loves feminization, crossdressing, being exposed online, humiliation, anal play, degradation, being captioned, taking pictures, and talking to new people, so feel free to contact her through these various social media; Her kik is; HumiliationSlut2Her email...
Armand Wilson sat in his home office/study sighing. From the office, things had looked pretty good; business was on track, and Sharon appeared to be handling her new situation well. But in the car on the way home, Armand began getting bad vibes, and when he arrived at his mansion, things were even worse. Everyone on staff was walking around as if on eggshells. It took Armand about twenty minutes' worth of snooping, but the situation resolved itself -- the Hernandez' quarters were an armed...
Wand, Book and Candle, Part 4 By Elliot Reid The transformation slowed, the final change trickling into place. I cocked my head at the caramel woman in the mirror and smiled a dazzling, Colgate smile. My new face and figure was perfect in every detail, a Xerox copy of the original. I was the spitting image of my new crush, Tisha Williams. I stared at my coffee-colored hands with their light fingernails, noting the fine knuckle wrinkles. I then lifted my fingers to pat the...
by Oediplex 8==3~ The sweetest mom discovers her boy is both convenient and delightful. [She also recounts when her dad fucked her at nineteen!] Like the name of Madame DeVille's moniker, Cruella, some names fit the personality they are bestowed upon. Disney came up with that evil woman's apropos handle. My mother's folks named their only child, a daughter, Candy. This was shortly before the infamous 1968 movie was out. Though there were aspects of mom that paralleled the...
June 1981, Milford, Ohio As expected, Sandy didn’t join us for swimming. Most of the girls had on one-piece bathing suits, though Mary had on her skimpy bikini. I thought Jake and Bill were going to drown given how wide open their mouths were when they saw her. My little sister didn’t wear hers because if it somehow got back to Dad, she’d get grief about it. Dad wasn’t home, of course, because he had taken my mom out for the day as I had asked. Even so, Stephanie wasn’t going to risk...
April 14, 1993, Chicago, Illinois “What the hell?” I asked to nobody in particular. “Ma’am,” a police officer said to Valerie, “we’re going to need to search the rest of the house. The warrant gives us permission to do that.” Valerie nodded. “We’ll also need to interview each of you. Detectives will be here shortly. Please just stay where you are.” “Officer,” I said. “May I ask why Mr. Spurgeon was arrested?” “Production and possession of child pornography. I suspect there will also be...
May 26, 1991, Iron Mountain, Michigan “Shall we see if we can find a farm?” I asked at breakfast on Sunday morning. “That sounds like a great idea,” Jessica said. “There’s a visitor’s bureau in town,” Kara said. “I saw it when we were here the first time.” “I’m sorry I ruined that vacation,” Jessica said. “Ruined?” I protested. “Are you kidding? Getting you back was way more important than a few days of vacation!” “I agree,” Kara added. “Jess, you know exactly how bad off Steve was...
January, 1985, Chicago, Illinois I arrived back in Hyde Park about ten minutes before the end of the Super Bowl. It didn’t look like it had been much of a contest, given that the score was 38-16, with San Francisco trouncing Miami. I grabbed a Coke and some chips and sat down on the couch next to Julia and Dave. In the room, besides my housemates, were Jamie, Kenneth, Kurt, Kathy, Jorge, George, Charlie, Bert, and Wen. “Julia, I got approval from both guys in Cincinnati,” I said. She...
June 1981, Milford, Ohio On Wednesday morning, after Stephanie and I swam and ate breakfast, I made a phone call to Sofia. She was happy to hear from me and we chatted a bit to catch up. I told her all about Josh and asked that she be friends with him. She laughed and said that of course she would. I let her know that Josh had her phone number and that I would have him call her as soon as he was able to. I hung up and called Torbjörn and after we caught up, I let him know about Josh as...
Father Peter of St. Johns Cathedral in Duketown has a fame for tolerance of sexual sinsHis virtual girlfriends from the net flock from everywhere to do their Confessions at himAlessandra is a local girl, attending mass at Sundays sometimes, when I lead the ceremonyAlessandra prefers private talks though, sometimes she gets a bit too friendly with FatherAlessandra plays a great girlish game with her beloved spiritual Father PeterAlessandra has confessed earlier at me, always being very honest,...
"Good morning, Miss Anderson," Crius said in a formal tone. "Please, call me, Linda," I replied. "Only if you call me, Crius," he answered. The Titan God smiled, but I detected no warmth to it. "Okay, Crius." I returned his smile with some reservation. I couldn't put my finger on it, but I didn't feel at ease with him. When he had asked me out to breakfast, I had been tempted to say 'no', but my curiosity had gotten the better of me. "So, what can I do for you?" "Nothing,...
Late on Saturday afternoon Dave shifted into his job as one of the bartenders for the Circle. Just as he was ready for a first customer, Emma came racing up to the bar. She was alone and only wearing a monokini, unlike a few hours earlier when her parents and younger sister had visited and she was dressed conservatively. She extended her body over the bar and kissed Dave. “Thank you for being so nice to my parents and sister.” “Of course. They’re nice people. I take it they don’t know a...
July 22, 2000, Chicago, Illinois “Albert, do you have everything packed?” Mom asked. “Yes, Mom!” I replied, rolling my eyes because she’d asked before I went to bed. “He’ll be fine, Babe,” Dad said. “Let’s walk to the hospital.” I usually didn’t get up early, but Dad had suggested it would help Mom if I walked to the hospital with her because I was leaving to see Jane for three weeks. Mom, Dad, Aunt Kara and I left the house and headed down the sidewalk towards the hospital where Mom and...
August 1981, Chicago, Illinois On Sunday morning, I made my usual call to Karin. I described everything in the apartment and all the things I’d done during the week, including the reception. Both of us would start school in a week and we were both looking forward to it. When we finished talking, I went out for my run, showered, and ate breakfast. I made some tea, started a load of laundry, and then turned on the stereo. I put on an REO Speedwagon album and then relaxed on the couch with the...
August 4, 1992, Chicago, Illinois “Boss, Penny just called!” Terry grinned from my doorway on Tuesday morning. “And you’re standing there, why?” I chuckled. “Call when Amber has a little brother or sister!” “I will!” he grinned. I picked up the phone and dialed Kimmy’s desk to let her know so she could arrange for flowers, and also record Terry out on ‘«pappaledighet»’. I finally heard from him about 8:30pm that Amber had a baby brother, Andrew, who they would call Andy. I called Kimmy...
James sat upright on his bed, with his legs crossed and hishands holding his head up. He just stared at the small, red notebook that lay in front of him, this mysterious gift that was granted to him. His own name was engraved on the front. It was almost like it was glowing, beckoning him to open it, to control reality even more. His mind was racing, full of thoughts of Amy, Kirsty and the words written inside the book: ‘Kirsty is going to change her mind and ask me to come over to work on the...
SupernaturalJulie was still sitting on the bed with me when we heard the commotion in the hall. Then the door to my room banged open and in tumbled a giggling mass of blond. "Holy Shit! This whole family is blond!" I thought. Since I knew Nicky and Jennifer, and the other three were very similar in appearance, allowing for the slight age difference, I assumed the others were my cousins. The two youngest ones were fourteen year old twin daughters of Sarah's twin sister, Debbie. And the third was...
We woke, it wasn’t quite dawn yet with the sun under the horizon gently lighting the morning sky. I wiggled out from under Celia’s grip and slipped out of the bed following Chandra as she exited the small water closet. We dressed, quietly washed and left the room without disturbing the still sleeping strawberry blond. Breakfast was a subdued affair, she was too nervous to contribute anything meaningful. “You will be fine, just believe in yourself.” *Mumble. “You’ll be fine, trust me.” I...
Although Tom liked the quiet moments with her, today it was hard to resist his want to take Chloe there on the couch. He hadn’t fucked her in over 24 hours now. He was holding off and building up his cum for when his new daughter arrived. It was supposed to be any time now, but it was still frustrating having such a great piece right in front of him and having to hold off fucking her. He kept reminding himself that he would be blowing his load inside his new daughter very soon. Then, he would...
August 21, 1989, Chicago, Illinois “Unbelievable,” I said when I read the headline from the Chicago Tribune. “It says here that Solidarity activist Tadeusz Mazowiecki was nominated to be Prime Minister of Poland.” I hadn’t had a chance to read the paper on Sunday because it hadn’t been delivered before we left for the race track in Michigan. “So now what?” Kara asked. “We’re in totally uncharted territory. Your guess is as good as anyone’s right about now.” “Steve, do you have a minute?”...
July 30, 1986, Chicago, Illinois “What did I miss?” I asked, sitting down next to Penny. She leaned close, “Screwing me! For the last year!” “You know I only have eyes for you, Penny!” I teased. “It’s not your eyes I want!” she giggled. “But seriously, nothing major happened. The only out-of-the-ordinary thing is that Julia is going to talk to a work-study student this morning.” “Good. Where are we with the medical software?” She handed me a stack of papers. “Bug reports from Zeke,...