10th Ki Ladki Ki Chut Mari
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Mr. Parsons came back home that Friday night. I saw him mostly at dinner time, because he was in his study most of the rest of the time. On Saturday, Mrs. Parsons and I went to the country club and played eighteen holes. I had a hundred and seven, but she shot a seventy three. We didn't stay at the club for lunch because we were going to have an early dinner with company coming over. I went into the kitchen when we returned, and Gerta took pity on me, making me a nice sandwich.
We were going to have five guests for dinner, although one of them was Mr. Chalmers. The other guests were a friend of Mr. Chalmers, and his family. Mr. Connor was also a friend of Mr. Parsons, and he was a business associate as well. It was the family part that was the reason for the dinner invitation. Mr. Connor had a son, Richard, who was fifteen, and he was also going into the tenth grade in the same school I would be going to. His sister, Brenda, was fourteen years old, and she was going into ninth grade at the junior high.
Mr. Chalmers wanted me to meet Richard, mostly so I'd already know someone when school started up in September. The problem was that Richard and I took an instant dislike to each other. He was a little taller than I was, maybe an inch, but he weighed about thirty or forty pounds more than I did. All he could talk about was football and all the girlfriends he was going to have because he was a football player. He didn't play golf, and said it was a sissy sport. He also asked me if Mrs. Parsons was crazy. He said he'd heard his mother and father talking about that before they drove over that day. I got mad at him, but I tried not to let it show.
Richard had one more very annoying habit, that was the way he looked at and talked about Bea. I listened to him talking about what he would want to do with her until I just couldn't listen to it any longer.
"Your mother looks good from behind. Does she always walk that way, or just when she wears high heels?"
That is when we started fighting. He got me down before we had a chance to throw any punches, but Hans and Mr. Connor got to us, breaking it up before we could do any damage to each other. As soon as we were separated, Mr. Connor asked Richard why we had started fighting.
"He said something bad about mom." Mr. Connor looked over at me. His expression made it clear that he wanted me to repeat what I'd said.
"I said she looked nice, and asked if she walked like that when she wore high heels." Mr. Connor laughed.
"What's wrong with that, Dick? He was paying your mother a compliment. What did you think he meant by it?"
"I think he thought I meant the same sort of thing as he did when he talked about what he wanted to do to Bea." At the orphanage, I'd learned that the best way to keep from being punished was to just tell the truth. I also learned that there were more effective ways to present the truth if you wanted the heat taken off of you. Richard looked at me like he wanted to slit my throat.
"Were you speaking or behaving insultingly towards Beatrice, Dick? You know that we've had this kind of discussion in the past. I think I remember telling you what would happen if I received any further complaints? I want you to apologize to Kenny, and then I want you to go apologize to Beatrice as well."
"She didn't hear what I said, but when he said mom looked good from behind, he meant her ass!"
"You'll do what I told you, young man, and you better get to it right now. Apologize to Kenny, Dick." Richard looked at me, hate was evident in his eyes.
"Sorry."
"I forgive you, Dick." The way I emphasized dick made it obvious that I wasn't referring to his name. When Dick went off to find Bea to apologize to her, Mr. Connor remained with me. Hans went back to the kitchen to help Gerta.
"That wasn't very nice or gentlemanly of you Kenny, insulting Mrs. Connor that way."
"I was only trying to make him quit talking about Bea that way. I'm sorry if I made you angry. I know I shouldn't have said that about Mrs. Connor."
"No, you shouldn't. It was the truth though, she does look nice from behind, especially when she walks in heels. It is gentlemanly to observe and say nothing. To comment on something such as that brings you down to Richard's level. You should aspire to be better than that." He turned away from me and walked back out to where everyone else was gathered in the living room. I felt like going back up to my bedroom and hiding out like Mrs. Parsons sometimes liked to do. Instead, I went out to the kitchen. Hans was talking to Gerta, and they were both laughing together until I came into the kitchen. Seeing me, they both got quiet. I knew he was telling her about the trouble I'd gotten into. I went out the back door from the kitchen after Gerta told me it would be another thirty minutes before dinner was served. I wanted to be all alone and try to keep out of getting into more trouble.
"What did you do to make my pinhead brother get so upset?" I turned around and noticed Brenda for the first time. She was sitting over on one of the lawn chairs along the side of the house. She was built a lot less husky than her brother. She had small breasts, and seemed somehow to be delicate and healthy at the same time. Her hair was almost a copper color, curly and not very long. when I first saw her, I had thought about Little Orphan Annie. I guess it was her hair color and the fact that her face wasn't like any other I'd ever noticed. She wasn't pretty, at least not pretty like the women on the television, but, I liked the way her face looked. She was only about five feet three, so I was a lot taller than her.
"He made me mad, so I said something I shouldn't have."
"He always does that. Mother says he has an inferiority complex, and that's why he acts like such a drip all the time. My parents are going to be unhappy with Richard. He was supposed to become your friend. My parents wanted to suck up to your family so they would keep sending us their business. My father's company gets almost all of our business from your company."
"It isn't my company, I'm just staying here for awhile. I'm an orphan, but they kicked me out of my orphanage, so I got to come here."
"I know that, because Mr. Chalmers told my dad and my dad told it to my mother at the dinner table. My dad says you are a lucky bastard, for falling into shit, and then coming up in a bed of roses. That's the way he talks when he's at home, and Richard talks the same way."
"What about you? Are you like that too?"
"I hope I'm more like my mother. I think she's nice, and she doesn't like to talk bad about other people. She said that all of the people at the country club are happy to see Mrs. Parsons feeling better, and coming out to the club more."
"Do you play golf? Richard said golf was a sport for sissies."
"No, I play tennis though, and he says the same about it. Do you play tennis?"
"No, we never had tennis at the orphanage. We didn't have golf either, but I'm learning how to play that. Where do you play tennis?"
"At the country club. There are six courts, two grass and four hardcourts. You should take up the game. We could use more young guys for the mixed doubles. Last week I had to partner with Mr. Glenrose, and he's almost eighty years old. We lost in the first round, and then I had to sit around and watch everyone else play."
"Are you a good player?"
"I'm all right in singles, but I can't find another girl to play doubles with. There aren't too many singles events around here. Next year, I'm going to try out for the high school team, but I don't know if I'll be good enough to make it."
"I wouldn't mind learning how to play, but when do you play? I've got golf lessons from ten thirty to eleven thirty, and then I usually play a round with Mrs. Parsons." Brenda started laughing, and I wondered what she thought was so funny."
"You play around with Mrs. Parsons? Isn't she a little old for you?"
"That's what you think. I've never even come close to beating her. She shot a 62 on the course. It might still be the course record." I had finished talking before I figured out what she had meant. I started blushing then. She was making fun of me. She had seemed pretty nice up until then.
"I'm sorry, Kenny. That was just a joke. Don't be mad. I knew what you meant, but I thought it still sounded funny."
"That wasn't funny. She's been nice to me, and she treats me like her son. It isn't nice to poke fun at people."
"You're right, it isn't. I was laughing at your choice of words, not at her. Still, I apologize. I usually practice in the afternoons, usually after four, when it begins to cool down some. Tennis is a more active game than golf is. You sweat. I'll be there tomorrow after four. You can come by and we can hit around. I can teach you some of the basics, and you can see if you like it or not."
"I don't have a tennis racket, or any balls." She laughed at me again, but at least she didn't say anything. I knew what I'd said, and what she was thinking. "Tennis balls."
"Of course. Can I expect you tomorrow?"
"I'll have to talk to Mrs. Parsons first. How would I get back home?"
"My mother usually comes to pick me up. I'm sure she'd be willing to give you a ride back here. We'll ask her."
That was the beginning of my friendship with Brenda Connor, and the beginning of my lack of friendship with Richard, the dick. Over the next three years, many changes occurred in this friendship, and also with the way Richard and I learned to act around each other. It all started that Saturday though.
Later, sitting at the dinner table, I noticed that Bea wasn't joining us for dinner. I was sitting in my usual place, to the right of Mrs. Parsons. Mr. Chalmers and Mr. Connor were sitting across from each other, next to the head of the table where Mr. Parsons sat. Across from me was Mrs. Connor, and Richard sat to her left. Brenda sat next to me. I knew that there had been a hasty change in place settings because I was supposed to have Richard sitting on my right. I liked it a lot better this way, as did Richard. I wasn't sure whether or not Brenda was happy with the switch. We had been eating for about fifteen minutes, and the three men were discussing business things. Mrs. Connor was discussing a play that she had recently seen. Mainly her conversation was meant for Mrs. Parsons. Richard spent most of his attention on wrestling with the steak on his plate. Brenda and I kept silent. Mrs. Connor had finished telling Mrs. Parsons about her play, and then she turned her attention to me.
"I hear you've become quite the golfer, Kenny. We tried to get Richard enthused, but he seems to prefer football, and the other, earthier, endeavors to playing gentleman's games. Do you enjoy playing?"
"Yes, ma'am. It's a lot of fun, and hard too."
"Do you play tennis as well? Brenda's quite interested in the game, aren't you dear?"
"Yes. I was talking to Kenny about tennis at the club, and he said he might like to come out and see if it suits him. He wondered how he'd get back here after though."
"I'm sure it wouldn't be any trouble for Hans to pick him up afterwards, Brenda. I think it would be lovely if Kenny had an opportunity to meet some of the young people at the club, the ones from the better families. Do you want me to arrange that with Hans, Kenny?" Mrs. Parsons sounded a little strange when she was talking about the better families. As far as I remembered, she had never made any mention of who she might consider being better to me. I knew I didn't qualify as being someone from a better family. As far as I knew, I didn't really have any family. She had always treated other people well, so it kind of surprised me when she said it that way.
"I don't know what time we'd be finished. Brenda mentioned that Mrs. Connor could drive me back rather than have Hans waiting for me. The tennis doesn't start until four, so I could have my lesson and we could play eighteen and have lunch and still make it to tennis before four. We can still play golf, right?"
"Of course, dear. I hoped you would want to continue playing. I find it so enjoyable to have someone to play with." Brenda sounded like she was choking on the piece of bread she was eating, and I know my ears turned red. I didn't have much experience with girls, and none at all with younger girls. "Which days do you play, Brenda?"
"During the summer, I go out every day. Richard and I go to swim in the pool, before and right after lunch, and then I get ready for tennis at around three thirty. Richard remains at the pool, ogling the women in their swim suits."
"Brenda, stop teasing your brother. I'm sure he does no such thing. Richard is using swimming to stay in peak condition for football in the fall. If he fails to make the team, I don't know what we'll have to do with him. He is so single minded at times."
"I'll make the team, don't worry about that. Coach Terrell knows me from all the junior leagues. He knows how hard I work. He pretty much told me that I'd have a place if I come out."
"That's right. He's a chip off the old block when it comes to football. I'm expecting great things from him out on the football field. I just wish I could say the same thing for his school grades." Richard liked the first part of what his father said, but made a face at the last part. Mr. Chalmers spoke up then, telling everyone at the table that he was sure that I'd excel in the academic portion of school. That was when Mr. Parsons spoke up too.
"Kenny, can we look forward to your trying out for the team as well? Sports are a healthy outlet for a young man's aggressions. Football is one of the best for that. I boxed in college. Ask Bunny what my record was."
"He only lost three times in four years, He was conference champion in our junior year. He should have won it again as a senior, and would have except for an unfortunate accidental head butt in the semi's."
"There was nothing accidental about it. It was deliberate. I don't know why you refuse to admit that I'm right about that."
"I've known Jack Dunbar for my entire life, Tommy, he would never do something underhanded like that. I asked him after the fight and he swore that your head collided with his. He wouldn't lie. Also, if you remember, he withdrew from the competition after the decision went his way, because he suffered a cut as well."
"Perhaps it was his guilty conscience. He knew who the better man was, they all did." Mr. Parsons had made himself angry remembering something that had happened more than twenty years before. I noticed Mr. Connor shaking his head in agreement with Mr. Parsons. I wondered if he too had been there to witness the head butt. Bunny just looked at Mr. Parsons, but he refrained from adding any more fuel to the fire.
Brenda brought the conversation back to the subject of my playing tennis the following day. Mrs. Parsons and I didn't play on Sundays. In fact, she and Mr. Parsons had already announced that they had a social commitment the next day.
"How would you get there, Kenny? I'm afraid Hans will be tied up with us all day."
"My mother could come get him, and he could swim with us and eat lunch at the club. We'd make a whole day of it. There are a lot of kids that go, or will be going, to the high school that use the pool at the club. Richard and I can introduce him to people."
Finally, everyone agreed that Mrs. Connor would stop off and take me out to the club with Brenda and Richard at eleven o'clock the next day, and drop me off at around seven that evening. Mrs. Parsons had already arranged for me to be able to sign for food and for other purchases, so I didn't need any money. Mr. Parsons surprised me by giving me a twenty dollar bill, and telling me to enjoy myself with my new friends.
Back in Glasgow I was kept busy between working different hours at the restaurant and my school work. What time I had off I spent studying and still managed to keep up a correspondence with Emma. I could go dancing on the weekends, so getting dates was not a problem, keeping them was because of my busy schedule.In her letters Emma was still telling me about her supposed dreams, in which she would be explicit, and pressing me to tell her what excited me. "Did I love her Soosi more than her...
Lesbian... I told her that she could be friendlier to me. I was going to ask her if she knew any card games that we could play, but before I got a chance to ask her, she opened up her robe and she was naked underneath. "Is this friendly enough for you?" Except for me, none of the other boys at the orphanage were older than eleven or twelve. That was because most boys got adopted by someone eventually, and St. Cecelia's tried to take younger boys in to replace the ones that left. The younger you...
After I said good night to Mrs. Parsons, I returned to my bedroom and started putting my clothes away. The very first thing I did was gather up all of my old clothes and put them back in the garbage bag that I had brought with me. I hoped that I'd be able to send them back to the orphanage so that some other boys could get some use out of them. If not, I was sure that Mr. Chalmers would know what I should do with them. I was halfway done going through the boxes and putting my clothes away...
This time, Mrs. Parsons drove us out to the country club in her own personal car. It wasn't as big as the one that Hans had driven us in, but it was a nice car. She didn't speak to me at all on the drive over to the country club, and I was afraid to ask her if she was mad at me for what happened the night before. As soon as we got there, she took me down to where Mr. Chalmers had taken me. She didn't bring any golf clubs with her though. We went past where I'd stopped the first time, with...
That Friday night, a little after seven, Mr. Parsons came back home. Even though Mr. Chalmers and Mrs. Parsons had both assured me that Mr. Parsons was going to leave me alone, and, I'd been told to stay out of his way, right after dinner he asked me to join him in his study. I'd never been in this room before, since it was reserved only for Mr. Parsons. I was a little nervous when he led me into the study. It was a smallish room, maybe fifteen feet by fifteen feet, and one whole wall was...
I started playing tennis with Brenda the next Wednesday afternoon. I came in early for my golf lesson, then I played eighteen holes with Mrs. Parsons, before having a late lunch by myself, and was out on the tennis court before four o'clock. Mrs. Parsons didn't really encourage me to play tennis with Brenda, but she didn't tell me that I couldn't do it either. It was unusual for her to skip lunch with me, but I assumed she had something else she wanted to do. I didn't really care for...
Friday night came, and with it, Mr. Parsons. He sat down to dinner with us and that was supposed to be all I saw of him for the whole weekend. Mrs. Parsons made a comment that he was under enormous pressure because of the pending merger, and she told me not to bother him during his stay. As if I would seek him out for anything. I went up to my bedroom after dinner, and sat on my bed, listening to my radio, and thinking about my next idea for "accidentally" running into Brenda. It had been...
Brenda had asked me to phone her at seven, but Gerta informed me that we were sitting down to dinner at seven. I decided to try to phone her before dinner, but I still didn't have her phone number. I could either go in and disturb Mr. Parsons again, something I didn't want to do, or else wait and ask him at dinner if he'd get me her phone number. Gerta noticed me just standing there, trying to decide. "What? Why are you staring at nothing?" Gerta had a superstitious nature, believing in...
At ten o'clock I knocked on Mrs. Parsons door, wanting to tell her that I was leaving for my golf lesson. She didn't respond to me at all. I went downstairs, and found Hans in the kitchen with Gerta. I sat up front with Hans, in Mrs. Parsons car, for the trip over to the country club. I took my golf lesson, and we mostly worked on my mid irons. Dave kept trying to show me the difference between picking the ball cleanly from the rough, and hitting down on it from the fairway. I didn't get...
After I returned home, I checked in with Gerta to see whether Mrs. Parsons had eaten anything or not. She hadn't. According to Gerta, her last bite of food, or drink of any liquid refreshment, had been the evening before. When I came back out from the kitchen, Bea was scurrying away from the door separating the dining room from the kitchen. "Hi Bea, don't tell me you're still mad at me?" She continued moving away from me. "I guess you don't want to hear about what happened at the pool...
I went into the library, as soon as I got off of the phone with Brenda. I waited for Mrs. Parsons to come back downstairs like she had promised she would. My thoughts were centered not so much on the questions I wanted to ask her, but on the more general idea of me finding a way to fit in. I hadn't fit in very well at the orphanage. The sisters had told me many times that it was because I refused to make any attempt to. They were right. I hadn't wanted to fit in there. Here, it was an...
We left the pool area to go over to the club house restaurant. By the time I had gotten to the pool, Bea and Brenda had already befriended Carol, telling her that I had insisted on them inviting her to have lunch with us. Both Brenda and Bea had described me to Carol, Brenda telling her that I was the boy that had been here with her before, the time when Carol was standing in the pool and smiling over at me. Bea then told her that I was the boy she had teased by exposing herself to me. Carol...
Once again Mrs. Parsons was in a good mood when she came down for breakfast. She had me call over to Brenda's house to ask them if we could come by to pick them up on our way out to the country club. She told me to tell Mrs. Connor that they would be leaving after lunch and that Hans would return to pick Brenda and me up after we were done with our tennis practice. I called them, and spoke with Brenda for about half an hour. We didn't talk about kitty's, but there was an undercurrent to...
I was up a little before six thirty the next morning. I ate in the kitchen with Gerta and Hans, telling them a little bit about St. Cecelia's, and how my life had been when I still lived there. Gerta waited until I was finished telling them about it before asking me why I wanted to go back, even for a visit? I told her about Marie, sister Clara, and some of the kids that I had gotten along all right with. "I want to go back so I can tell them how lucky I am now. Not to make them feel bad...
The next day, Mrs. Parsons and I went to the country club in her car. After my lesson, we played nine holes and then had lunch together. I hadn't played that well, and I felt a little upset about Brenda's hanging up on me, and her refusal to take my call that morning. It was two thirty, so I changed and went to the pool. Brenda was there, sitting with four other kids that I'd seen around the pool before. I went over and said hello to her, asking her if she wanted to start practicing...
I got up earlier than usual to see Mrs. Parsons off on her trip to Chicago. She asked me several questions about my reconciliation with Brenda, seeming quite satisfied with my answers. She kissed me lightly on my lips when she gave me a hug goodbye. "After tonight, Kenny, the company will effectively be out of my family's hands for the first time ever. I'm going to hate signing everything away. It isn't the money that I wanted, it was knowing that all of the employees and their families...
After Bea left with Mr. Chalmers, Mrs. Parsons started coming downstairs again. On Thursday, she came to the country club with me, and we played eighteen holes. I shot an eighty seven. My putting was improving, and I had learned where to hit the ball to avoid big trouble areas on the course. Mrs. Parsons and I started talking more out on the golf course. There was no one behind us anyway, so we talked in the cart between shots. She started telling me about how happy her early childhood had...
It was almost eight o'clock before dinner was finished and I could go up to my room to call Brenda. Mrs. Parsons came downstairs when Hans, Gerta and I were about halfway through eating dinner in the kitchen. She was drunk and weeping, dressed in her robe, and obviously rumpled from too little rest. She sat with us through the remainder of dinner, but refused to eat anything. Gerta had to help her back up the stairs, and sit with her until she finally fell asleep. This was the first time I...
We picked up Brenda a little before ten, and it was already getting hot outside. Brenda seemed happy to see me, but she started right in about wanting us to practice together in the afternoon too. I didn't want to get into a big argument about it, so I said that we would wait and see how the morning practice went, and then decide. We practiced for a little over an hour before I stopped playing. Brenda wasn't ready to stop, arguing that a few more minutes wouldn't hurt either of us. I...
It was decided that I needed to keep away from the country club for at least two weeks. Part of this decision was to allow Mr. Chalmers to return before allowing me outside in public again, and part of it was that Mrs. Parsons wanted to try to help Mrs. Connor and Brenda to come to terms with my not being sent away to the orphanage. Mrs. Parsons waited until Wednesday before calling Mrs. Connor. She asked about Brenda, but then said her main reason for calling was to ask Mrs. Connor to join...
Mr. Parsons liked to drive fast. We were in his car, on our way out to the country club to get my clubs. I told him that I wanted to keep practicing so I wouldn't get too rusty. When we pulled up in front, he went in, telling me to stay in the car. Five minutes later, he came out with one of the employees who was carrying two sets of clubs. Mr. Parsons opened his trunk and the attendant put the clubs in there. I saw Mr. Parsons giving him some money, but I didn't know what denomination the...
On Monday, after Mr. Parsons went to work, Mrs. Parsons told me to get ready for my golf lesson. It hadn't been two weeks, but I didn't argue with her. We took the limousine, and Hans drove straight to Brenda's house. When we pulled up outside, Mrs. Connor, Brenda, and Richard all came out together. I got out and opened the door for them. Since Richard was carrying his mother's golf bag, I didn't offer to help. Even Hans stayed in the driver's seat, and just pushed the remote button to...
Hans drove me over to Holton the next morning. Mrs. Parsons came downstairs to sit with me at breakfast, and to see me safely off. She looked more natural than she had the night before, but still very tired and wan. I told her that I needed her to try to eat better and to regain her strength. She said that she had already checked with the school and cleared it with the administration for me to be picked up Friday after five P.M. It was school policy to try to be responsive to the wishes of...
On Friday, my last class got out at three o'clock, but I still had to wait for my weekend pass to be processed, and then brought over to our apartment by Terry. I was the only boy from the room that was leaving for the weekend. As such, I was being given lists of items to bring back with me on Sunday night. Nigel gave me a twenty dollar bill, and asked me to buy him some condoms. Jerry said he was broke, but gave me a list of snacks and magazines that he said he really needed. How could you...
Sunday Morning I got up and got dressed before eight o'clock. When I came downstairs, Gerta was in the kitchen and Hans was working on changing the outlet in the garage. I went out back to see Hans. He was already finished putting in the new outlet, and had replaced the fuse with one that was for the correct amperage. He went and turned on the main power switch and the lights came on and stayed on. After about ten minutes, he went and put his hand on the outlet box, feeling to see if it had...
Mr. Chalmers and Bea were sitting in the living room talking to Mr. Parsons when Mrs. Parsons and I got back from the club, at around six. All three of them had drinks in their hand. Dinner was at six thirty, Gerta told us, then she went and made a drink for Mrs. Parsons. I was glad to see Bea. I knew she was leaving the next day, and I wanted to have a chance to tell her goodbye before she left. "So, Kenny, how's that fancy school you're going to? Bunny says there are no girls allowed...
School dragged by slowly. Our teachers were very good. Too good, if you were used to going to a school where you were one of the smartest kids. In my classes, that was definitely not the case anymore. The teaching philosophy at Clement Academy was simple. Each teacher would push you as hard as he felt you were capable of absorbing information from him. It didn't help me that I never volunteered in the classroom either. At CA, they didn't ask for a show of hands to see if you wanted to...
Mrs. Parsons was feeling a lot better, but still, she wanted to wait until the next day to go to the country club with me. After Elena decided to take the job, she left on her motorcycle to get her belongings. She told me that she had a green '63 Ford pick up that she'd be moving her stuff with. After she left, I went into the kitchen to have something to eat. Gerta was happy about a few things. She was glad that Elena had accepted the job, and that Mrs. Parsons was doing well again. She...
Sunday, Mrs. Parsons was feeling good, and we went out and played eighteen holes of golf together. We teed off at ten thirty, and finished up at three o'clock. We were behind two other foursomes, and it was the foursome in front that was slowing everyone down. While we waited, I tried to keep Mrs. Parsons focused on her learning center idea, rather than on the slow pace we were able to play golf. After golf, I walked over to the pool area while Mrs. Parsons was in the pro shop talking with...
Mr. Chalmers helped me with my mother, moving her into her bedroom, Gerta followed close behind us. The three of us spent the next hour with her, Uncle Bunny (that's what he asked me to call him) telling mama how difficult it had been for the two of us to bring her back this time. I decided to ask her about the place she went to. "Did you want to come back to us?" She looked at me for a minute, and then closed her eyes before speaking. "Kenny, that is too hard for me to answer. Going...
Uncle Bunny joined us for golf Saturday morning. He refused to bet with Mr. Parsons because they couldn't agree on the number of strokes he needed to be given. Mr. Parsons offered him five strokes a side, but Uncle Bunny wanted a stroke per hole. When they finally gave up trying to make a money match, I offered Uncle Bunny two strokes a side for a ten dollar Nassau. When he found out that Mr. Parsons was giving me eight a side, he accepted my bet. My mother was a little off her game,...
By the time we drove back home, all the good feelings had been stripped away. I could see and feel the tension on Mama's face as we neared the house. I reached over to her, and placed my hand on her arm, trying to send her a signal of my love and support for her. "Kenny, I'm not sure I can do what we talked about. When it was just the two of us, everything seemed possible to do, but, now, I don't think I can face telling Thomas that I forgive him. I still have angry feelings about what...
We didn't stay up too late Friday night. Mama had two more drinks before we turned in. After saying goodnight to her, I went into my own room and got ready for bed. A lot had happened in a short time. I had been on an emotional roller coaster almost since the time my mother had picked me up and taken me to the club that afternoon. I was beginning to feel the strain of all of the changes that had been set in motion by the words spoken within our family. Earlier in the evening, although it...
I was back in school in the early part of January when my mother had another of her serious depression withdrawals. Everything had been going fine, one minute she was laughing and happy, and the next, she went up to her room and started the painful process of guilt and overwhelming sadness. It was like one of those long slides they had in the playground at the school I had gone to. Mama would go anywhere from two or three days, to two or three months, seemingly perfectly normal, then, for...
I got back to school just in time to be there for all of the drama of Nigel finding out that his whole family was going back to England, and that, they were planning on leaving him behind to finish out the school year. Nigel's father had been promoted, and was heading back to run the marketing department for the entire auto company. Naturally, this news was devastating to Nigel. He had felt rejected by his family before any of this happened, but hearing the news made it seem far worse. He...
In the library, Mama was having a highball before dinner, when Emily and I walked through the open doorway. We joined her, with Hans fixing each of us a lime tonic. It looked like a real drink, but it had no alcohol in it. "Emily, I knew your father in high school. My brother and I were in the class right in front of his. Tell him that Bertie Chalmers says hello, won't you? He wouldn't know me as a Parsons." "He does remember you, because I heard him talking about that with my mom. He...
We all teed off the next day from the white tees, even Mama. I was sure the extra yardage would have a big effect on her scoring, but it didn't seem to have any effect at all. She finished up at one over, beating Uncle Bunny, dad and I. I only won one hundred from dad and two hundred from Uncle Bunny. It hurt having to pay it all to Mama. I had shot an eighty seven, but it was a forty on the front and a forty seven on the back. The back nine score had caused me to tie my bet with Uncle Bunny...
I called Emily, but only after telling my mother and father that Brenda had agreed on Emily coming on the trip with us. I told her that we'd stop by her house to pick her up soon after one o'clock, when my father was scheduled to leave. When I came back downstairs, Mama told me that dad was waiting in his study to speak with me. I went there and knocked on his door. "Come in Kenny, and close the door. I wanted to speak with you about what happened this morning. I'm not sure what all of...
We spent the next two hours of our journey with Brenda and Emily covertly competing for my attention. Mama and Mrs. Connor were both drinking. They drank a whole bottle of champagne together, and then another bottle of some white wine they both seemed very happy with. After an hour, you could tell they had been drinking quite a bit. I had already given Brenda a little make up kiss, and then I had to give Emily one as well. It was after this that the whispering began. Brenda was the first to...
It was the week before our Spring break, Nigel tried to hang himself in his bedroom. It was on Tuesday night, after we were all in our bedrooms. I heard a loud thumping sound, followed by the light in my bedroom going off. The sound had come from Nigel's room, and when I opened my door to get some light, I discovered that all the lights in the building had been knocked out. We found Nigel slumped on the floor with torn sheets wrapped around his neck, and the lighting fixture pulled from his...
Hii I am Siddharth. I married my wife when she was 25 two years back lot has changed in this two years. On the first night, I came to know that she was not virgin. But I didn’t ask her. Before marriage, I was into gay sex. Many people fucked me. My best gay friends always asked for my wife before marriage itself. Drop ur feedback at After marriage, me and my wife shifted to another city where I work. My wife has a perfect body shape with a sexy face and lusty eyes. 1 month passed my friends...
As she crossed the threshold of Seff’s house, Veronica’s eyes had to adjust to the dimly lit foyer. They walked through the living room and up the stairs to his bedroom. Once the door was closed they locked in a warm and loving embrace. They held on to each other as though each was a life raft of sorts, to let go would mean almost certain danger would occur. After a few minutes, they felt it was safe to let go, if only for a while. It had been a trying week for the both of them. Seff with his...
"C'mon, Amy," Wendy urged as she gulped down her lunch. "Let's go back to the barn." "Don't be in such a hurry," Amy said. "We got all afternoon." "Talking about all afternoon, where's your friend?" "She'll be here," Amy giggled. "I hope she gets here before your mother comes home," Wendy said anxiously. "Christ. I wanna get fucked." She squirmed impatiently on the chair, her gaze constantly darting to the clock. "Why don't you call her?" "Shit, Wendy. Relax. I...
It would appear that this particular event that transpired must be told or else I will surely know no peace. It is a rather peculiar tale in the sense that it is true (though believe me you won’t think so). The risks, personal and professional, are starkly obvious to me. —- My name is Joe and I’m a cop. A law abiding law enforcer. —- We were a three man special investigation unit of whom I was the team leader. Our current assignment was to unravel a particular pirated...
The shadows of dusk fell across the warm, ocean-side community, and though there was enough light to see outside with, the sun just setting with streamers of orange and red, Marleen turned on the lamps of the shop. It had been a slow day, allowing her to contemplate life and her small segment of it, and worse, she'd allowed herself a few "medicinal" sips of brandy over the hours, and she stood teetering behind the counter, having just thrown the once-new, now-empty fifth of brandy into...
Before she would let me out of her sight, I had to stand inspection for my mother. She looked me over quickly before beginning her lecture. "Most boys have a father or older brothers to give them the talk. Since you have neither, I guess I'm elected. I'm pleased that you're fitting in with new friends, but you have a lot to learn about girls, especially older girls. I'm not singling Janet out, but you need to be aware that some girls are conniving bitches. They will take advantage of...
I woke up again in a damp puddle. My pussy was so sticky and aroused, it literally itched. My clit was pointing also and highly sensitive; so sensitive, it pulsed inward and outward when I touched it. I could feel my fleshy curtains full of heat and highly ruffled, like they were waiting to part for something hard. God, sometimes I wished I was not so sexual. As soon as I turned sixteen, the hormones waged war inside my body, and all I craved was sex. Even when I could not have it, I always...
MasturbationThe following morning Molly woke up before Lauren, who still slept soundly next to her. Molly just lie in bed staring at the ceiling while ideas about the potion filled her mind. All sorts of ideas of how to use their potion flooded her mind. Today she had plans to use the potion on the waitress, but she just continued to think about who else she could use it on. Then the thought of how Lauren objected before crossed her mind. Molly thought to herself, ‘Well, she said to wait until we use it...
This story is based loosely on some real experiences and is mixed with a healthy dose of my kinky and perverse imagination. What is included is a lot of bisexual FF – a little MM, MF. There is punishment, spanking, exhibitionism, wrestling, groups and a little incest. It is primarily a fantasy. Do not try this at home – and always be safe. Also, all of the characters are all over 18 and everything is completely consensual. This story is long and I will post more and more of it as time passes. I...
Stacey stood in front of the full length mirror having just come out of the shower. Her red locks looked even darker by the wetness, and she could not help but notice the puffiness under her eyes and what looked like a plethora of wrinkles and fine lines crisscrossing her features. She felt old and thought she looked older without the concealment her makeup offered.Eyeing her reflection, Stacey’s scanned downwards to her tiny breasts. Though her nipples still looked appealing and were firm and...
I pulled my wife Ann’s curly hair away from her face just in time to watch as her lips engulfed the tip of my cock. She gave me a playful wink before sliding her mouth down the shaft until her chin hit my balls. I let out a soft sigh as she began to work my cock with her lips, tongue and throat. While most of my buddies complain that their wives never giving them head, my Ann loves to suck cock. I looked down at her and said, “Baby, I could watch you suck cock all day.” She smiled up while...
ChapterIII Nescafe Goes Wild In America And Hubby Approves. (Interracial, MMM……F, DP, BBC, BJ, Anal, Slut Wife, Cuckold) Introduction : My name is Aziz; I am a 45 years old businessman from Casablanca. My wife Nescafe (that’s her nickname), is 15 years younger than me. She is a very tall (almost 6’) and very sexy babe with the most perfect body you could ever imagine! She‘s got the most perfect boobs, a small waist, large sexy hips, and the biggest booty in town. With the purest...
CuckoldHi friends me apni ek sachhi story sunnane jar aha ho jo mere saath ek saal phele hui par use pahle mein apko apne bare me bata du , main 19 saal ka hoon mere lund kareb 7 inch ka hai tojo bhi mature women mujhse chudwana chahti hai mujhe par emil kar sakti hai…To ab mai apne story par ata hoon renu mere ghar ke paas he rehte hai ,uske umaar 35 saal,who dekhne main bhoot hi sexy hai moote boobs or bhari puri gaand hai uski, uske do beeti ek 3 saal aur doosri 13 saal ki hai aur pati hai ,woh...
Ye baat aajse kareeb 10 saal purani he jab me kuwara tha. Hum tin bhai he me sab se chhota hu. Mere bade dono bhai ki shaadi ho chuki he aur mere sab se bade bhai mumbai me rehte he aur me apne dusre no. Ke bhai-bhabhi ke saath rehta ho. Mere bhai (jo ki mere saath rehte he) business me kuchh jyada hi ghul-mile rehte he isi liye vo bahut der se ghar par aaya karte he, tab tak me aur meri chhoti bhabhi jiska name bhavna he ghar par akele hi hote he jab tak mere bhabhi nahi aa jaate. Aur hum dono...
INTRODUCTION My wife and I had taken a 7 to 9 day vacation in a cabin on a lake in the northern part of the state for the past 20 years. After last year’s vacation we discovered my wife had advanced cancer and she died a few months later. Before she died she had made me promise to go to the cabin at least 1 more time after she died. Sarah one of the housekeeping and restaurant staff for several years had thanked me for helping her over the past 5 years to improve her basketball game by...
“Get in here right now, I haven’t got all day,” She snapped as she sat in front of her dressing table while preparing to go out for the evening, "I said get your ass in here!!!” Her husband put down the load of dirty clothes he was carrying and entered their bedroom with a worried look on his face as his wife of twenty two years asked acidly, “Where have you been, are you purposely trying to piss me off?!” “No, he answered, I was just about to do some washing", His wife began tapping her foot...
Erotic FictionHi friends Vishu this side again from delhi . bahut dino baad real story likh raha hun kyunki me apni job me busy hoo gaya tha . mere baare me to aap sabhi jaante hi he magar fhir bhi ek baar aap logo ko bata deta hun . i m married guy n have a sweet family , 5.11 inch height , fair complexion , brown eyes , slim trim body , 7 inch long dick and 3.5 inch thick . thats it , ab aap logo ka time na waste karte hue story pe aata hun , hua yu ki me jab construction company me job kar raha tha tab ek...
"You see the match last Saturday?" Jonny Harris asked Teddy Demme. The other man unlocked a padlock and swung open the chain-link gate in front of them. "Nah, had to do a job for Mr Herbert. Caught the highlights on Match of the Day." Jonny and Teddy walked back to Teddy's BMW. They drove through the gate, stopped the car, got out, closed the gate and locked it behind them. "I reckon it's the Gunner's year this time," Jonny said. "Nah," Teddy replied. They got back in the car...