the ex girlfriend and what she didnt know
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I was busy most of the first part of the week, getting everything ready for our trip up to Salem. I spent half of Monday and Tuesday with Ken, in search of an attorney who would agree to defend the partnership's participants claims in front of the Internal Revenue Service, should it ever come to that. The workaround that Ken had come up with was tricky, but, if it was disallowed, the tax advantages would also be nullified. Ken felt that we needed an attorney who understood the logic behind each part of the partnership, one who could then prepare a winning argument in it's defense.
The difficulty is that few tax lawyers at the time were prepared to give much value to a tax shelter designed by an accountant. In Ken's partnership, one class of partners participated in the partnership income stream at a much higher rate than the other class of partners. The other class of partners received all of the partnership's tax write offs though. Ken was planning on bringing in fixed income pensioners with a need for a high, almost certain return, and high income investors interested primarily in tax write offs and asset appreciation. I thought it was brilliant, and made maximum use of catering to the diverse needs of people with money to invest. In essence, the income partners were loaning money to the risk partners, who, in turn, agreed to subordinate their claims to the income partners claims in the event there was any loss of principle. I'm not sure who invented this in my other lifetime, but I'd seen something like it in the mid sixties, as a way of funding building projects. Ken planned on using it to fund numerous tax shelter programs, bringing the write offs above 170% for the risk partners, and yielding 9% annually for the income partners.
We finally found a young tax attorney who was bright and hungry for new business. He and Ken seemed to hit it off well, so I paid him the five thousand dollar retainer he required, and put him to work researching a defense. I had decided that I would try to fly up to a field just south of Sacramento to refuel, and then would head up to Redding to spend the night. It was only a three hour flight from Redding to Salem. I figured four and a half hours to Sacramento, another one and a half to Redding, and then three into Salem.
On the return flight, I planned on flying it in two long legs, Salem to Sacramento, and from there to Santa Ana. The first leg would be pushing my range if we ran into headwinds, but leaving as early as we planned, I could land and refuel at any one of a dozen fields along the route I had planned.
I called Tom Foley on Tuesday, and he filled me in on the fuel contamination problem. As I had suspected, it wasn't anything serious, and the plane was once again ready for flight. I dropped by on Wednesday afternoon to see Diane and make sure that everything was still on track for our trip. We went out to eat, and had a little make out session in my car. Diane still seemed worried about how I'd fit in with her friends and family, but I had no doubts about any of that myself.
Thursday, at a little before one, we were in the air, and on a heading for Sacramento. I had packed light, $10,000.00, my ditty bag full of toothbrush, razors, rubbers, etc, and four complete changes of clothes. I was wearing a pair of shoes, and had my boots and a pair of sneakers along as well. Diane had her suitcase, her purse and was carrying a heavy jacket. It was the first week of October, I hadn't even brought a sweater. We landed in Sacramento at four fifty, refueled, and were in the air again by five fifteen. We got to Redding, topped off the tanks, and tied down, all before seven thirty.
We hitched a ride into Redding, and were forced to settle for a room in a boarding house next to a restaurant. There were no better choices available to us, since the other commercial rooms were all filled up with some logging convention or lumberman's jamboree. It was eight dollars for the night, and I still felt overcharged even then. Instead of the romantic night I had envisioned, all of it spent making love with Diane, we both wound up tossing and turning on a lumpy mattress between sheets that felt like they had been starched. In the room next to ours, there was an all night poker game going on, with attendant laughing, swearing, and the raucous yelling from men who were probably drinking too much, and gambling for more than they could afford to lose.
We still managed to fool around a little, but it wasn't what I had hoped for. The community bathroom was located out at the end of a long hallway, and I had to accompany Diane when she needed to get up and use the facilities.
I wasn't sorry to see the last of Redding, even though we got ourselves a great breakfast early the next morning at a little coffee shop next to the police station. We were driven back to the airport by one of the policemen from Redding, which I thought was a very nice gesture. By eight, we were in the air and headed towards Salem. After we landed and I tied down the plane in my assigned parking area, I managed to rent a car from the fuel operator. Because of my age, he required that I leave a three hundred dollar cash deposit with him. The car was probably only worth about five hundred.
With all of our stuff transferred over to the rental car, we drove off towards Diane's farm. It was actually south of Salem, on a farmer's market road that was unpaved but well maintained by someone. We turned left at a mail box about five miles down the road, and I saw the home that she was raised in for the first time. It was old, weatherbeaten, and very small. It had probably been whitewashed sometime in the past fifteen years, and the front porch was in bad disrepair. I was almost afraid to step up on it.
Diane, on the other hand, ran right up on that porch and opened the screen door and ran inside. I stood there, in front of the porch and listened to sounds of a happy surprise reunion. It was about five minutes before Diane reappeared, with her mother and father in tow. She was crying again, but this time it wasn't from any sadness, just the opposite in fact.
"Jimmy, this is my mom and dad, Clarence and Florence Lowery. Daddy, mom, this is Jimmy, my boyfriend. We flew here in Jimmy's airplane." I got my hand shaken by Clarence. He was a big man, with rough, strong hands. He had the same color of red hair as Diane, and he must have weighed about two hundred and fifty pounds. I didn't see much fat on him either. Florence was content to hold herself back on the porch and give me a little wave of greeting. She was built more like Diane, tall and thin. Her hair was a faded out very light brown, sort of a mousy brown color I'd call it. If anything, she had less in the way of breasts than her daughter did. She had a very nice smile though. They convinced me to come inside with them. The inside of the house was better. Everything looked clean and well organized. The furniture looked old, but it had been kept up, unlike that porch. I found out that the farm was one hundred and twenty acres, and even with that small of a farm, it was difficult for one man to keep up with it by himself. Ever since Tim, Diane's brother, had left, three years ago, things had been difficult for the Lowery's.
Like Diane, her parents were disarmingly open about their lives. They discussed Clarence's falling out with Tim, and the fact that Tim had been the one who actually did most of the planning, and worked to keep the machinery and equipment operating and repaired. They hadn't seen him since he left home in a huff, after a big argument with Clarence, and neither of them had any idea about where he was now living. Clarence was a good, hard worker, but he wasn't very bright. The farm had belonged in Florence's family since her great grandparent's had settled it in 1874. Clarence had been a hired hand who worked during harvest season for Florence's father. The two had gotten married right after Florence's father had found out she was expecting a baby, and Clarence was the father. When Florence's parents had died, Clarence and Florence took out a mortgage on the farm in order to buy out Florence's sister's share. It was this mortgage that was worrying them now. The bank was threatening to foreclose if the mortgage interest wasn't brought current.
I asked them how much they needed to get caught up, and was surprised that it was less than thirty one hundred dollars. Things were quickly coming to a head now that the bank had refused to honor the thousand dollar check for Diane's school expenses. They had written it on the checking account that was a part of their farm and equipment mortgage. All of their farm income, all of their equipment, and the farm itself, was tied up in this single mortgage account. The bank had everything they owned mortgaged to secure their loan. In the past three years, the bank had been refusing to release any of the farm income other than small sums for necessities, to run the farm operation, or to make repairs. The Lowery's were screwed, and they knew it. The total amount of their mortgage, even including the arrears, was fifty one thousand dollars.
He is living in Tigard, by Portland, sixty miles north of here.
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Now coming to the fourth part of the story “Why Did You Break My heart.” If you like it send your comments to or or or After a while she whispered that she needed to use the restroom. I got off her and laid on one side and she got up and went to the toilet nude with her bare ass swaying in the air. I was amazed at how she was comfortable being naked in the presence of a man because even after so many years of marriage and so many sessions of love making my wife never roamed nude in my...
Now coming to the third part of the story “Why Did You Break My heart.” If you like it send your comments to or or or She replied, “No, I want you to see my body. Remember you are the first person to touch me so intimately and there would be none other whom I would allow to touch me either. I also want to see my first man’s body.” That melted my heart and I wondered what it was exactly that such a beautiful nymph was so willingly surrendering her body to me. I slowly started rubbing her...
WHY NOT BY M.M . Three days ago, my boss simply forced me to go on a vacation; my companywas doing so well, none of us had more then two weeks of vacation in last twoyears. I wasn't complaining; I loved to work, especially since business wentso well. Fiona, my wife, she also worked, so, for the last three days I wasjust resting and hanging out with guys. Yesterday we had a farewell party forNick, down at the club we use to go. He was leaving for Europe for two years;he had to go to manage...
"Damn it, why did my dad have to ground me? I'm eighteen, and I should be able to send nude selfies if I want," I whined in a tone, lying on my bed. "Just because I still live under his roof, and he found out that I sent Ryan one nude selfie, he just grounds me? I feel more pissed off, and I can't get that horseshit off my mind. What the hell am I supposed to do, just stay in the house all day?"I didn't know what to do, but lay there for a little while, not doing a damn thing.I kept going...
TabooI went to a wedding yesterday and was struck not only by the change in the verbiage, though still recognizable as the text prescribed by traditional Baptist recitations, but so modernized as to give me cause for pause in contemplating marriage. The context presented was practical, and the vows that the couple made seemed as if they ought to be doable. The truth is that although they sounded reasonable enough, they left me with a disquieted feeling. I spent a lot of time trying to pay attention...
“Why in our bed?” I finally asked. Though I was still looking at Anna.“Power,” James answered.“In our bed?” I asked again.James noticed I wasn’t asking him. He looked at Anna.“In our bed!!!!” I was looking at my wife. She didn’t have an answer.I felt my heart pull, my chest tighten. I stood up and walked out the door. Once outside, I quickly found a secluded corner, hoping for some privacy. I curled into a ball and tried to hold my emotions back. I dug my nails into my palms, trying to ride...
Cheating[Disclaimer: Clark Kent, etc, are not my property and are used solely for noncommercial purposes.] Look! Up in the sky! It's a bird! It's a plane! It's... it's a darn good question. Why DOES Clark Kent disappear every time Supergirl appears? By Jillian Everest Comments appreciated at: JillianEverest -AT- hotmail -dot- com Clark Kent and Lois Lane were walking down the street, discussing their latest story. Clark was dressed in a nicely tailored, very conservative, dark suit. Lois...
Daniel could think of several reasons why he didn't want to go to Dr. Suspendo's Midnight Magic Show. His apartment needed cleaning. He hadn't been to the grocery store in over a week and was running low on food. Semester finals were coming up and he really should be hitting the books. There was an all-night marathon of Godzilla films playing on the classic film channel. Really, any of these excuses would have worked. The main reason that Daniel had no interest in watching a magic...
Why does a married woman decide to cheat? A woman who has a nice home, a loving husband and two nice kids. Why, after fifteen years of a satisfying marriage? I kept asking this as I read the PI's report and looked at the pictures included in it. Why? I kept asking in my mind and the only thing I could come up with was that she had a mental failure of some kind. Did she love him? They only met for sex according to the report. No woman in her right mind would do such anything to jeopardize all...