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It was Thursday afternoon. James' identity as Reverend Chandler's target was public knowledge, thanks to Doris' shouting it out during the previous evening's School Board Meeting. The unauthorized revelation changed all the rules of the game. Peggy Hardaway, inspired to improve her prior week's lackluster performance, took full advantage of the opening.
She called James at the school early in the morning and requested an interview. Roger Blair called Bob Jackson to smooth the way. So, during his free period James found himself speaking into Peggy's microphone with a watchful Ed Cassidy sitting by his side as unofficial witness.
"Well, are you still a priest, then?" the reporter followed up.
"No," James prepared to explain. "I requested a release from my vows and Holy Orders. It's like resigning from a job, except for me it had many spiritual implications."
"Care to elaborate?" she asked, attempting to pour some concrete into the mold.
"When a priest has doubts about his faith, he can't lead others to it unless he clears up his doubts. I couldn't, so I quit pretending."
James paused after the answer, wondering if he said enough. He glanced at the young reporter who seemed to wear an unsatisfied look on her face.
"To go into it further," James explained, "would be rather personal and not very interesting to your readers."
Ed nodded approvingly. The reporter wanted more but was sure that she had all that was available.
"What has been your experience with young children?" she asked.
"None," James answered. "I've only ever taught at the high school level. That was even true during my missionary days in Guatemala." Peggy raised an eyebrow, signaling a follow up question, so James elaborated. "It was for two years when I was in my twenties—when I was first ordained."
"Wow!" Ed exclaimed. "I didn't know that."
"Have you ever been involved in any form of child molestation?" she asked.
James was relieved; she had finally arrived at the crux of the interview.
"No!" he replied with all the forthrightness he could muster.
"Ever been suspected of it? Sex with an underage person?" she probed.
"Absolutely not!" James asserted, " —to both questions."
"Ever cover up for someone that did?"
"'No' to that question, too!"
"Then, Mr. O'Toole, why does Reverend Chandler say that you are guilty?" she asked pointedly.
"I don't know the answer to that," James admitted.
"Reverend Chandler has never given any evidence that anyone in our schools is guilty," Ed Cassidy broke his silence before James could speak. "He's only provided innuendo. The Union's position is 'let's see some facts!'."
"Let's discuss your teaching techniques, Mr. O'Toole," Ms. Hardaway asked. expanding the scope. Mr. Jackson said that you've been very successful while others haven't been."
"Why don't you save that question for the follow-up interview?" Ed suggested.
Peggy Hardaway left for Hornell and Nathan and Ed were in Bob Jackson's office talking about James' interview.
"I would say that he did pretty well," Ed told the others. "Right to the point—nothing to hide. It all worked out. We even left some cookies in the jar for a follow-up."
"Let's hope that she writes it that way," Jackson cautioned. "There's always something lost between the spoken word and the ink on the page."
"Who let out the name last night?" Nathan asked. "I know that it was from the back of the room, but my back was to the direction it came from. The voice sounded familiar, but there was a lot of noise, so I couldn't quite make it out."
"I didn't see who it was either," Jackson admitted.
"Same with me," offered Ed, "but Doris gets my vote if I had to point a finger."
"That makes sense to me," Nathan agreed. "She is nasty enough to do it, and has the most to gain."
"What do you mean by 'most to gain'?" Jackson asked.
"She wants the Department Chair and she has to know that James is most qualified. She wouldn't mind if he was out of her way," Nathan explained.
"Make sure that you don't give it to her," Jackson ordered.
"I'll keep chairing it myself before she would ever get it," Nathan agreed. "She just wants it for the money and she's against working to bring the department up to standard."
At that point James knocked and stepped into the office. Nathan introduced him to Bob Jackson.
"Ed says that the interview with Peggy Hardaway went well," he said. "This has been a tough time for you—for all of us."
James nodded.
"Of course, you heard that your name was revealed at the School Board meeting last night," Bob continued.
"Oh, yes!" James confirmed. "Most of the teachers are avoiding me. They gossip about me when they think that I can't see them. The students in my class are having a hard time concentrating."
"Don't be surprised if a few parents request transfers out of your class," Nathan cautioned.
"One important thing that no one said last night," Ed reminded everyone, "is that all the speculation about James is false. All anyone was worried about was 'who knows what'; and 'what is his name'. We've got to back this guy up."
"I couldn't deny anything when the name wasn't on the table." Bob explained. "I was hoping that Chandler would come out with, but he got let off the hook. After the name came out it was such a mess that no one could say anything. We've got to work together to get through this. For one thing, I want all Press contacts cleared by me."
"Right—good idea!" Nathan agreed.
"I can't do that," Ed protested. "I can't give the impression that I'm coordinating with you. The Union is supposed to be independent."
"Good point!" Jackson allowed. "Nathan and James coordinate through me. Ed, keep me posted as well as you can." They all nodded.
"I want to take a polygraph test," James insisted.
"That might happen," Jackson replied. "Timing is everything. We'll let Chandler insist that you do, and then he'll be banking everything on it. Everyone will be watching. You'll pass and this whole thing will die the death that it deserves." Bob snapped his fingers to make the point. "If you do it now, nobody will be paying any attention and they'll think that it's a put-up job."
"Do you really think that you can get him to do that?" Nathan asked.
"Chandler's impulsive, but he's got Jarrod Morris whispering in his ear," Ed pointed out. "And Jarrod is far from impulsive."
"Wouldn't you want me take a private one first to make sure that I'm being honest?" James asked.
"We believe you, James," Nathan assured.
"Wait, Nathan," Jackson cautioned, "James might have a good idea." He saw James expression as he contradicted Nathan's vote of confidence. "Just to make sure the machine is calibrated and everything—we'll let you know" he added, his embarrassment showing.
"The Union will have something to say if any polygraphing takes place," Ed cautioned.
"Okay, Okay! We'll get into details later," Jackson ordered. "Now, let's discuss the Mayor's interview in this week's Sentinel." He threw the paper on his desk, folded to Jarrod Morris' photo.
"That's the Mayor?" James asked as he saw the picture.
"Why, what of it?" Nathan questioned.
"It's just that I saw him coming out of Tracey Jacobs' house early one morning."
"That can't be!" said Jackson. "Morris lives way over on Elm."
"Think a little harder, Bob," Ed suggested in a sarcastic tone to make his point.
"Oh, I see!" Jackson replied with a sheepish grin. He quickly recovered. "That's beside the point. What do you make of this interview?"
"It's obvious that he's straddling the fence," Nathan answered.
"Any chance that he'll land on our side?" Jackson asked.
Ed shook his head. "He's a member of Ethan's church and on their Board. He can't turn on them. He'd be turning on himself."
"Besides, Jarrod always straddles, no matter what," Nathan added. "And no one has ever knocked him off his straddle."
"From this interview—and knowing Jarrod a little bit—I'm not sure that he's completely confident of Chandler," Bob speculated.
"Knowing Jarrod, there's some self-interest there," Ed advised. "He usually likes to push the buttons."
"It would be nice if we could find out what he's up too," Jackson said. "He could be the guy to hold Chandler back. On the other hand, he might be egging him on."
"We could have used you last night, Jarrod. It was rough! Bob Jackson was looking for a showdown."
"Ethan, if I was there I would have had to say something, and that would spoil all our groundwork," Jarrod answered. "Anyway, one way or another we've got our name."
"We've got to find out more about him," Ethan ventured.
"No, no, no!" Jarrod corrected. "Let any information come from them. They'll be forced to prove it. They'll be on the defensive on a permanent basis."
"But, if we find out that he's a pedophile..." Ethan started to make a point, but Jarrod interrupted.
"Ethan, you don't really think he truly is a child molester, do you?"
"Well, of course, Jarrod, don't you?"
"I have no reason to think so, Ethan," Jarrod countered. "All you have is that he's a former priest. What of it?"
"But you've supported me all though this," Ethan exclaimed.
"We had to hold things together after you started it, Ethan. There's a side benefit to all this that you've forgotten. What's crucial is the size of the Sunday collections!"
"Well, Jarrod, I do believe it," Ethan insisted.
"Believe what you want to. Just don't give Jackson anything that he can definitively refute. Once he does, it's the beginning of the end," Jarrod commanded. "Play it cool and we'll be in the driver's seat! They'll never be able to disprove a negative."
"Where will it all end?" Ethan asked.
"At the end of the school year O'Toole will quit. He'll be fed up. He'll get a job somewhere else and move out of town—not much skin off his nose. We'll never hear from him again. Everyone in town will forget the whole thing, or be grateful to us for getting rid of him," Jarrod prophesied. "Either way, we win."
As he was becoming more prone to do, Ethan closed his eyes and turned his head away.
"As ye shall know the truth, the truth will set ye free," he intoned.
"What's that, Ethan," Jarrod asked.
Ethan turned his face toward his friend. He opened his eyes, but it wasn't certain that he was looking at Jarrod, or even saw him.
"Before Abraham was, I am," he annunciated word-by-word.
Ethan's face was pale and expressionless, his eyes wide open and bloodshot. He had spoken as though his words were not intended for Jarrod's ears, but for a Being, perhaps himself, existing in another dimension.
"Ethan, wake up!" Jarrod yelled to get his attention. Ethan gave a small start. Jarrod could see his eyes focusing on him once again. Ethan did a slight double take on Jarrod, as if he was surprised to see him sitting in his study.
"Are you alright, Ethan?" Jarrod asked in a loud voice. "You look like you don't feel very well."
"So many worries!" Ethan mumbled in a tired voice. "Pedophiles, the Church, my daughter."
"What's wrong with Becky?" Jarrod asked.
"Judith and I can no longer reason with her," Ethan answered. "She's just an innocent child, but so avoids our protection."
"I know what you mean," Jarrod agreed. "Brad's the same way. I sent him up to my hunting cabin a few weeks ago to clean it up. It's obvious they had one big party up there."
"Party?" Ethan asked, still appearing dazed.
"I'll confide to you as a friend and a man of the cloth, Ethan. I found a spent condom out back, and I think that I smelled traces of marijuana."
"Condom?" Ethan asked in the dazed monotone.
"Well, I spent a few myself when I was his age," Jarrod confessed with a chuckle and some pride. "Brad went up there after the Homecoming Game."
"Becky went to the Cheerleaders' Sleepover!" said a stern-faced Judith who had slipped into the study at some point in the conversation. Ethan nodded, remembering that his daughter had absented herself from Sunday Service the next day.
'Cheerleaders' Sleepover' sounded a bit odd to Jarrod, but he wasn't eager to parse facts with Judith. He thought that he'd better change the subject. Before he could do so, Judith spoke again.
"It's hard these days to keep children out of trouble," she spoke, more an announcement than an invitation to the men to engage her. "Has Brad been 'seeing' anyone, in particular?" she asked.
"Brad? No, not him," Jarrod said in a cautious tone. "He's too busy with football—and studies of course!"
"Then he spent a condom at your cabin after the Homecoming Game with a casual acquaintance?" Judith accused.
"I didn't say that!" Jarrod squirmed.
Judith gave a condescending nod and walked out of the room.
"I didn't come here to go into that, anyway," Jarrod quickly changed the subject as Judith left. "It's time for the monthly review of the finances," Jarrod announced. "The by-laws say that another board member has to perform a review each month with the Treasurer. I was doing it with Howard Jones, but he's visiting his brother in North Carolina.
Ethan agreed, and they bent over the ledgers. Ethan pointed out deposits and vouchers and they reviewed the bank reconciliation. Ethan did it because he had to, but it was apparent that he wished the task was over. With the collections picking up, he had less to worry about in that regard.
"What's this 'Bank Transfer' that you have recorded here?" Ethan asked as they neared the end.
"You remember that!" Jarrod exclaimed. "You know—it's the 'Insurance Funding Account'," Jarrod answered. Ethan shrugged.
"We set it up last year to make sure that the policies didn't lapse. Each week I transfer in a certain amount and pay the various policies' premiums with the funds. It's like a savings account with a special purpose."
"So it has its own checkbook?" Ethan asked.
"Right!" Jarrod answered. Ethan kept looking at Jarrod in a quizzical way. "I didn't think that you'd be interested in it, Ethan. I can go back to my office and pick it up if you like."
"No, that's alright," Ethan answered, satisfied by the offer. "We'll catch up with it next time." Jarrod smiled and nodded.
"Whatever you say, Ethan!"
Jarrod started packing up his papers and ledger books. "One more thing, Ethan. Since O'Toole's name is out, you better call the school and tell them that you want Becky out of his class. If you believe that he's a pedophile and leave your kid in his classroom, it kind of spoils the credibility."
Tracey Jacobs was driving back to Bates on the Interstate in the early evening. She glanced over to the passenger's seat at her step-brother, Raymond. He had not stopped talking since she had picked him up after his visit to Pender Industries in Rochester. In the dark he couldn't see the smile creeping over her lips. As she listened it reminded her of a child convinced that Santa's reindeers' hooves had been clattering on the roof.
"I'm more confused than before I started!" the excited lad exclaimed. "Mr. Kendig told me a lot about all kinds of engineering. He's a Mechanical Engineer. He went to Cornell."
Matt Kendig was an on old friend of James'. He met him when he taught his son some years ago. Matt was the Vice President of Engineering at Pender. Every so often James took promising students to talk to him about their careers. James asked him to host Raymond for such a visit and when he recited Raymond's story, Matt jumped at the chance.
"You sound happy for someone who's confused," Tracey observed.
Raymond ignored his sister's point. "I got to see the CAD Room. They let me go right in! I've never seen anything like it. After that, we went on a tour of the plant. They showed me how the designs become machines."
Of course, James would have enjoyed taking Raymond, himself, and visiting with his old friend. With the accusation standing against him, a trip to Rochester with a young male was out of the question. He persuaded Tracey to take the day off and drive Raymond, instead. Raymond's mother had her hands full with Raymond's brothers and sisters. Tracey dropped him at Pender's front door and then went shopping at a local mall. It had taken the whole day and they were on their way home.
"What kind of engineering do you think you would like to study?" Tracey asked.
"That's why I'm confused," Raymond answered. "There are some kinds that I never thought of, like Metallurgy; there's Chemical Engineering and Ceramic Engineering, too."
"I've never heard of a lot of those things," Tracey admitted. "What's 'Ceramic Engineering'? It sounds like clay pots and vases."
"Me, neither, until today," Raymond answered. "It's not pottery. It could be fiber optics, or heat shields for space ships, or many other things. If I want to study it, I'll have to apply to Alfred University. I think I might, because I could work at the Glass Works in Corning and then I wouldn't have to move away. I could help Ma out."
"Oh, Raymond, don't get trapped!" Tracey warned. "This town will swallow you up. You'll give all you have and get nothing back. One day, you'll look around and see that you're drained, with nothing left to give. You'll regret all the things that you never did, places you never went, people you never met. Don't kill your dreams before they have a chance to live. Ask your mother—she'll say the same thing."
"I don't get it Tracey."
"Raymond, it's just that you have so much potential. Whatever happens, do it because it's what you want, not where you want."
"Is that what happened to you, Tracey?" It may have been a tactless question, but it was sincere and born of Raymond's youth.
In the darkness Raymond couldn't see the tears welling in his older sister's eyes. "They took you to lunch and everything?" she asked, groping for a change of subject.
"Yes," Raymond answered. "Mr. Kendig sent me with three of the younger engineers in his department so I could ask them what it's like. They were good guys. They said that engineering school is tough—a lot of studying. Then I told them where I had offers and they argued about which place is best."
"Who won?" Tracey asked, chuckling.
"No one," Raymond replied, laughing along with her. The only thing that they agreed on is that they all have terrible football teams. I don't think that Carnegie-Mellon has one at all."
"Do you have to decide what to study right away?" Tracey asked.
"For Ceramic and Chemical I would have to decide right away. For others, I would study for two years first, and then choose."
"You have a lot to think about," Tracey said. "You should tell Mr. Thompson about your trip."
"Mr. O'Toole, too," Raymond insisted.
"Of course!" Tracey acknowledged. "You owe him a lot! Not many teachers would take this extra trouble for you."
"Mr. Kendig said that if I stick with Mr. O'Toole I would have plenty of math under my belt when I go away next year. He said that Mr. O'Toole is better in math than any of the engineers in his department. No offense, Tracey, but I wish that he could have taken me," Raymond confided. "Why are they saying those things about him?"
"I don't know," Tracey shook her head sadly. "I don't believe it. I've watched him working with you and around school. I would need a lot more proof to believe it, and I haven't heard any."
"Some kids do, others don't. Most think that he's going to be fired," Raymond said.
"I sure hope not!" Tracey said.
"Ma says that they're doing this to him because they want to keep outsiders from having a chance."
"Your mother is smarter than most people realize."
"Ma is thinking about inviting him for Thanksgiving," Raymond announced. "She's not sure because she says that the trailer is run down and she doesn't want to be embarrassed."
"I think that she should," Tracey advised, "if she wants to."
"Do you think that he'll come if she asks him?" Raymond's enthusiasm was returning.
"Maybe," Tracey mused. "Mr. O'Toole is full of surprises."
"He certainly answered all of your questions, didn't he? It's a lot better interview than you brought back from Jarrod Morris' office," Roger Blair commented as the interview tape completed. "I wish that you could have done it without Ed Cassidy there."
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James woke up next to Tracey early the next morning. He was surprised to be so wide awake because they were up into the small hours making love to each other in every way that they could think of. Lying still in the half light of morning, he mulled over the complications of adding a third lover into his life, and thinking how worthwhile that would be. Tracey's voluptuous body was only a small part of his motivation. Her high-energy lovemaking style was a factor, too; the biggest reason was...
"You're kidding, of course!" Bob Jackson sneered while Nathan winced as they sat together in the closed-door office. "It all seemed so innocent at the time—it still does in a way," Nathan answered. "I never saw this coming, Bob." "I know, I know!" a tired Jackson sat back in his chair and sighed deeply. "So you were trying to back-door the tutoring program fees and got Ed Cassidy to run interference for you on the behalf of the union?" "That's about the size of it, Bob,"...
© Copyright 2006, 2007 Chapter 7—Strategies ‘You’re kidding, of course!’ Bob Jackson sneered as Nathan winced as they sat together in the closed-door office. ‘It all seemed so innocent at the time—it still does in a way,’ Nathan answered. ‘I never saw this coming, Bob.’ ‘I know, I know!’ a tired Jackson sat back in his chair and sighed deeply. ‘So you were trying to back-door the tutoring program fees and got Ed Cassidy to run interference for you on the behalf of the union?’ ‘That’s about...
© Copyright 2006, 2007 Chapter 14—The Fourth Estate It had been less than a week since James visited Miss Martin in the County Office Building. It was a good thing that he knew the way, because it was snowing hard again that morning and it was difficult to see the road signs. He was, nevertheless, determined to make the trip. Although out of a job, he needed a place to be in the morning. After the ill-fated encounter with Norma he sought to regain his self respect. The County Office...
Chapter 12—Turning Point James woke up next to Tracey early the next morning. He was surprised to be so wide awake because they were up into the small hours making love to each other in every way that they could think of. Lying still in the half light of morning, he mulled over the complications of adding a third lover into his life, and thinking how worthwhile that would be. Tracey’s voluptuous body was only a small part of his motivation. Her high-energy lovemaking style was a factor, too,...
Chapter 3—Beginnings School commenced on the first Wednesday after Labor Day. James was ready to go. He took his morning workout and had a big breakfast. He chose to walk that day, his apartment being close to the school. After his first few classes, he reckoned that he had more energy than the sea of expressionless faces that he looked out over in each of his four sections. He was too seasoned to expect enthusiasm. Any expression, even fear, would have been preferable over nothingness....
At seven-thirty James was driving his car to Abby's house. He was very early, and embarrassed to be so eager, like a schoolboy on a first date. There he was, however, unable to contain his energy in his tiny apartment. As he got closer, he realized just how early he was and detoured away from Abby's house in order to use up some time. As he drove his circuitous route he purged all the conscience pangs and second thoughts. The adultery was Abby's responsibility, he reasoned. "Am I my...
Chapter 9 — Out With It! At seven-thirty James was driving his car to Abby’s house. He was very early, and embarrassed to be so eager, like a schoolboy on a first date, yet there he was, unable to contain his energy in his tiny apartment. As he got closer, he realized just how early he was and detoured away from Abby’s house in order to use up some time. As he drove his circuitous route he purged all the conscience pangs and second thoughts from his mind. The adultery was Abby’s...
When the congregation started singing "Old Time Religion" Ethan descended from the pulpit and strode to the front and center of the sanctuary and sang with them. As the song ended and the organ silenced he raised his hand as he always did following a service. "God Bless you all," he bade the congregation. "See you next week." His usual practice was to make his way to the front door by way of one of the side aisles so that he could greet the faithful as they exited the church. He...
Copyright 2006, 2007 Chapter 4—Suspicion By the time that James returned from Vicki’s apartment it was nearly noon. He drove into the driveway and bounded quickly from his car to the stairway. He ran up, skipping steps. He was sure that Mrs. Wilkinson was nearby lurking and he had no wish to answer her questions about where he’d been all night. He had already showered with Vicki, he was more used to an early morning run. He liked the effect of the cool morning air in his lungs and on his...
© Copyright 2006, 2007 Chapter 13—Seduction of Satan Tracey never truly doubted that she would bend to Jarrod’s will and try to seduce Ethan. She was angry, but not hurt. There had never been any illusion that her relationship with Jarrod was anything more than value for value. They cuddled together and said nice things in the aftermath of sex. It was a facilitating cover for what was, in the end, an arrangement of exchange. If Jarrod had taken the trouble to use the smooth approach, she...
Chapter 10 — Mid-November Vignettes ‘No, I was not defrocked,’ James answered in a strong voice into the microphone of the tape recorder. He had already recited a short bio and counted off his degrees and teaching experience. It was Thursday afternoon. James’ identity as Reverend Chandler’s target was public knowledge, thanks to Doris’ shouting it out during the previous evening’s School Board Meeting. The unauthorized revelation changed all the rules of the game. Peggy Hardaway, inspired to...
School commenced on the first Wednesday after Labor Day. James was ready to go. He took his morning workout and had a big breakfast. He chose to walk that day, his apartment being close to the school. After his first few classes, he reckoned that he had more energy than the sea of expressionless faces that he looked out over in each of his four sections. He was too seasoned to expect enthusiasm. Any expression, even fear, would have been preferable to nothingness. Could they really care so...
She's told him he must wait until the time is right — until she is quite sure. But that was at the end of August. It's early November now, and he's growing impatient.Most evenings they lie together fully clothed on his childhood bed with limbs entwined, his hard cock imprisoned in his Levis incessantly pushing against her. Hour after hour of kissing, sometimes talking, only breaking off when he rises to change the vinyl, the albums that will become the soundtrack to their courting. A year ago,...
First TimeNovember 3 Dear Diary, It's getting cold outside! I love the holidays, but I have more pressing things to think about right now! Gary keeps wanting to fuck us, and we keep putting him off! I can tell that Emma is really close to giving in to him, she is so in love with his pecker!!! I'm not saying that Hillary and I aren't turned on to his cock too, it's just that Ems has turned into a little "cock hound"!!! When we have our masturbation sessions in her room, she has graduated to larger and...
EroticDear Journal, Last night I may have had a few too many scotches sans rocks at the bar, and as a result I felt a little worse for the wear when I woke up today. That is why I spent the better part of one of my morning classes questioning whether a persistent vibrational hum I kept hearing was coming from my hungover head or from some other source. I was trying to give a lecture, yet behind my words was a curious, somewhat annoying buzzing sound emitting from some mysterious source in the...
My birthday was on a Sunday and all I had planned was a swinger’s club visit and some husband fun. I didn’t expect much to happen but I was hoping it would as the start of November had been disappointing, nothing other than a dud swinger’s party. In the event, I had a great romantic weekend on my birthday and hubby’s birthday was on the horizon as well. All good signs.I'd been bored to tears during the work week and I masturbated like a teenager to on-cam guys who had huge cocks. I had happy...
CheatingCalendar Girl: November By Kimmie oh Peter walked up to the door of the little ivy-covered house at 911 Hope Road. He pushed the doorbell but heard nothing. He put his briefcase containing the foreclosure papers down on the cracked stoop. He pressed his ear to the chipped paint on the door and pushed the bell again. There was no sound from within the house. He gave up on the doorbell and knocked on the door's warped wood. The force of his fist opened the door a crack....
Dear Readers, you have enjoyed a lot of Indian xxx stories written by our great authors. Here are the 10 best Indian sex stories from the month of November 2020. By: After fingering his mom, Abishek can’t control his urge. Even after this Indian housewife offered him sex, he feels it’s wrong. But he has an alternative. “Then I thought of something. “Can you stroke it for me?” I asked. She smiled naughtily and came near me. She leaned on the wall in my side and put her left hand over my...
November 8 It was our last home game of the year, which is a good thing because the weather is really starting to turn cold. I wore sweats under my uniform tonight and I was still miserable. Katie was squeezed so tightly against me during the first half that I almost couldn’t play my horn for the stand tunes, and holding hands just isn’t the same when you’re both wearing gloves; it’s sweet but skin-to-skin contact is much better. Katie and I carried on our post-halftime tradition of making...
November 15 I’ve been going crazy from horniness all week in anticipation of this weekend. Katie hasn’t been helping the mood, either. This afternoon, for example, my once-demure girlfriend cornered me in one of the practice rooms in the band hall and kissed me hard enough to make my toes curl, then grabbed my cock through my jeans and gave it several strokes while whispering in my ear that she just couldn’t wait to feel it without all the clothes in the way. “And I can’t wait to feel your...
- "Hey I just thought of something ... why did they say October? Wasn't it in November that they caught Fawkes?" Kathy asked. - "The best laid plans of Grand Masters and knaves ... during the summer of 1605 a plague occurred in London ensuring that the Lords and the Kings families were in the country and wouldn't be back until after the plague had passed." Robert told her. - "A plague? But the Black Death..." Charlotte protested but was cut off by Robert. - "It wasn't as bad as...
Fawkes decided to wait out the night at the cellar, to ensure that nothing happened in the final hours, he had measured out a fuse that would run for 15 minutes, he checked the watch was fully wound and correct and then smiled, it wouldn't do to set everything up and then find that the party was over before he'd set the fuse! He settled down to sleep when he heard a noise from outside, it was almost as if somebody was trying to open the door, he tensed up and then quietly walked to the...
“What’s wrong? What’s wrong?”Anthea looked up at her mum as she sat down at the dining table. “Nothing is wrong,” Anthea responded watching as her mum hurriedly dried her hands with a tea towel.“Is the baby okay? Are you okay? Is Jack okay?” she asked as her husband came into the room and pulled up a seat at the table.“We’re all fine Mum,” she responded exasperated with her mum’s anxiety. “I have something to tell you.”“Sit down Helen,” her dad snapped. “Give the lass a chance to speak.”Anthea...
The Roses in November I watch him from the window of the north tower as he makes his way to me through the wilderness surrounding my keep. He is weary, this seeker with his rusted mail and sword smeared with the blood of the vines he has had to cut to keep from stumbling on the rocky path. He is no more than an ant struggling on the horizon at the moment, but I know that he is breathing heavily from the effort it takes to ascend this summit. I consider dispatching a bird to see where...
The next day Mike was awake as soon as it was light outside. He was careful not to wake up Ruthie as he got out of his bed, cleaned up, and settled at his computer to work on his term paper. He felt better than he had felt in a year, convinced that he now was in a solid relationship with the girl in his bed. Whatever her faults, she loved him and was a person worthy of his love. As far as he was concerned their relationship was sealed the night before, when she had given herself to him....
The fifth of November? OK, so we learnt about that in infant school. That Guy Fawkes dude plotting to blow up King Charles II. Or was it Charles I? Anyway, the gunpowder under the Houses of Parliament and then getting caught and killed and having heads stuck up as warnings around London. So we civilised 21 st century folks like to celebrate that by setting off fireworks. Fun! I do like a bit of history. It’s pretty tragic how the idiots got caught though isn’t it? One of the gang decided to...
Once upon a time Emily Angelica Fairport slept peacefully in the century old white four poster canopy bed surrounded by its sheer lacy curtains nestled deep between the heavy pink eyelet duvet and the several inches deep feather bed. Every detail of her boudoir serving to further magnify the image of an innocent southern belle, amplified with a sweet as tea nature that hung in the air anytime she was present and dripped from her tongue every time she spoke. A magazine feature existence that was...
BDSMHere is the list of ten most popular Indian sex stories published on ISS in the month of November, 2016. Enjoy and don’t forget to share this page with your friends! How a sex-starved lady wanting to have sex after her hubby gone meets her devarji who ignites love, sex, and lust and then turning her into a whore in gangbang in the hotel room. …As soon as door got closed I hugged him tightly and we kissed and smooched for a long time just like true lovers, without wasting time he undressed...
CALENDAR GIRLS NOVEMBER - Thank God It?s Thursday by Tammy Fairbanks April was just as nervous going to the G.I.R.L. Thanksgiving Dinner as she had been when she attended her first meeting. She had been going for years and these were all her friends, but things were a lot different for her now. She started out as just one of the many crossdressers in the gender group, content with occasionally dressing up, but always comfortable with being a man underneath. However, a...
Svetlana Petrovich frowned as she gazed out of the window. She was standing at the top of the stairs, looking out across the expanse of growing crops that dominated a wide valley. Below her the road between the wheat fields was no more than a dirt path, and the wheels of the advancing horse drawn cart skidded along well excavated ruts. "He's here now. I can see him sitting with the driver. I wonder if he's changed much." Turning away from the window she glanced at her younger sister for...
I’m not sure about posting this ‘story’ as it’s something that actually happened to me just over five years ago. It isn’t a work of fiction, it’s a true story.I suppose it started with a lady at work. I’ll call her Sandra (not her real name). Sandra and I worked for the same company and we soon became very good friends – in fact, we still are very good friends. We would often go for a drink together after work or go to the pictures or go for a meal. I’d never regarded Sandra as anything...
One evening in November, I was sitting in the living room watching TV with my mother. Dad was out with some friends. I'm 18 years old and my mom and dad are 47.We had a very open tone about sex. Now we could ask each other about anything.Mom was very interested in my sex life.She suddenly asked if we should watch a porn movie?"What," I said in surprise."Just watch someone suck each other and maybe a little fucking," she continued."Nothing advanced"."Okay," I replied.She put on the internet on...