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The first thing I did when Wanda and I got home on Tuesday afternoon was to place a call to Marcie. Mrs. Cochran said she hadn't arrived home from work yet, but she would have Marcie call me. I went upstairs to change clothes and open my mail.

"Dear Sammy,

Jessica's still in the same apartment although she's living alone now. She'll be thrilled to hear from you, as will I, hint! Thank you for remembering our birthdays, hint, hint! It's hard to believe I'll soon be on this earth nineteen years.

Josh says to say hello. He's so busy this summer, earning extra money for school, that I hardly see him. He and Eddie are going to be roommates, Celia will be at Radcliff and I'll be across the river. Next year, when they're in their second year, the three brains and I hope to get an apartment together.

Cindy was home for a few days. She and Monty are planning a big wedding next year. It's going to be held on a small island off the coast of South Carolina where his family summers. Please say you'll come.

When are you coming home? Call me, we'll do something.

Love,

Jeanne

There was also a letter from Heather, thanking me for my last check. She sent a picture of K.O. with a note attached: "Your nephew was one and a half years old on June 23rd. When are you going to visit him?"

I was looking at the kid's photo when the telephone rang.

"How's the bedpan girl?" I asked Marcie.

"That's the sweetest thing you've ever said to me. What's wrong?"

"Why does something have to be wrong?"

"It's elementary, my Dear. You're calling me on Tuesday afternoon, therefore, something is wrong."

"You know me too well," I lamented before bringing her up to date regarding Wanda's arrival, tennis with Kim Thomas, my windfall bank account and my progress with Patti.

Marcie didn't interrupt once to comment or ask questions. She was waiting to hear what was really on my mind.

"One of Patti's high school friends has been in collusion with Michael Coffee, Patti's former husband. He's been spreading rumors about Patti being a loose woman to their clients and Sara and her husband, Howard Carpenter, have been doing their part to substantiate what Michael has been saying about his ex-wife."

"Why?" Marcie interrupted.

"Michael wanted to sway their clients to give him their work."

"That's a disgraceful thing to do, but why would Patti's friend turn on her?"

I looked down at the pool to see Wanda floating on her back. She was wearing a conservative, black, one-piece suit, quite a contrast from the evening before when she and Marsha frolicked naked.

"She's desperate. Howard works for her father, who is less than satisfied with his son-in-law right now. They were distributing lies about Patti in hopes that Michael would put in a good word for Howard to get jobs. Apparently, nothing materialized and now that they found out Patti's the consulting architect for the new Oldham building, they want to make amends. They both say Sara will do anything if we agree to help Howard get the ceiling work at the new building."

Marcie didn't respond as I expected her to. She was thoughtfully silent for several seconds. "I don't like the sound of this, Sammy. You're planning something, aren't you?"

"They're coming here tonight. I'm going to make sure they agree to retract their lies, not that it's likely to do much good now that the damage has been done."

"What do you mean by that?"

"Patti's already had one bad experience and now she's getting more calls from guys who have been misled into thinking she'll put out. It may be too late for Sara and Howard to reverse the damage they've done, but I'm going to make them experience the same humiliation Patti's going through."

Marcie didn't hesitate. "I would caution you to think about this, but I know I can't talk you out of going through with your plans. Call me tomorrow, please?"

I called Marcie the next day and told her everything had gone as planned. She didn't ask for details, seemingly knowing this was one night of my life I wanted to forget.

Conversely, my friend Wanda witnessed what happened and is willing to relate the entire evening.

Hello, my name is Wanda Rowell. I'm Sammy Oldham's very attractive, fun-loving friend. He mistakenly believes that he holds some mysterious power over me. He's wrong. I'm the one who has manipulative control over him. In fact, I was staying the week with him at his invitation. He had even introduced me to Marsha Rice, with whom I had a delightful tryst. But that's another story.

I had asked Sammy if I could invite Marsha to stay with us that night and without blinking an eye he said, "Okay, we'll park her car in the garage, too."

See what I mean? I've got him wrapped around my little finger. Sammy always says okay. He does have a dominant air though; I knew better than to ask why Marsha's car had to be parked in the garage.

I was in the pool when Marsha and Patti arrived. They joined me, and Sammy took down the blind that kept the nosey little neighbor from watching us.

Something told me this was not to be an ordinary Tuesday night when Sammy went over to the fence and spoke to Mr. Smyth. It was only a minute before Smyth disappeared and Sammy sat down on one of the loungers. Patti got out of the pool and took a seat next to him. Marsha and I watched them talk quietly, looking very serious. Every so often Patti would place her hand on his cheek. Otherwise, they were both placid.

Patti disappeared into the house and I thought Sammy would join us in the pool, but he didn't move. He continued to sit on the lounge chair, watching us, expressionless, like he was miles away.

When Patti reappeared, wearing a short skirt and T-shirt, she told us to change for dinner. I got out of the pool and playfully shook water on Sammy. He grinned at me for a second, before looking away and I just knew not to aggravate him. Sammy gets real testy when I disobey him.

Marsha and I fooled around in the shower and then we dressed like Patti in short skirts and T-shirts, except we didn't wear underwear.

Dinner consisted of a green salad and deli style sandwiches. Sammy wore his swim trunks and ate sparingly. I tried several times to say something witty and received polite smiles for my trouble. When Sammy got up, he and Patti exchanged a look.

"Are you determined to go through with this?" she asked, following Sammy to the door. He put his arms around her and they whispered to each other.

"What's this about?" I demanded to know when Sammy left and Patti returned to the table. She hesitated before answering me.

"It's something Sammy feels he has to do for me. We're going to watch from upstairs," she said. It wasn't much of an explanation, but I could see it was all Patti was going to say. Marsha was becoming as curious as me.

Patti led us upstairs to the back bedroom and told us we could open the windows. "Sammy shut down the air conditioning so we can hear him and the visitors," she said, putting her finger to her lips as a warning for us to be quiet.

Marsha and I shared one of the windows overlooking the back yard and Patti took the other one. It was getting dark when Sammy greeted the couple as they came through the back gate. "Welcome Howard and Sara," he said in a loud, disgustingly cheerful voice that was totally out of character.

The man was tall and heavy, with sagging shoulders and a hollow, defeated look on his face. The woman was younger, with drooping breasts and an ass too wide for her years. They were looking around; as if they wanted to make sure no one else was there.

"Why didn't you tell us you had a pool, Sammy? I would have brought my bathing suit," the woman said.

Sammy's laugh was boisterous. "You don't need a bathing suit here, Sara. Have a seat. Would you like something to drink?"

The couple took seats on the lounge chairs and the man spoke so quietly we had to strain our ears to hear. "Scotch or a beer, whatever you have," he said.

It was becoming warm in the room and the night air was still hot. I had my arm around Marsha and felt moisture collecting between us, but I didn't want her to move.

"What about you, Sara? Would you like something?"

"I'd like a beer, please," she said.

Sammy told the couple he would be right back with the drinks and left them alone.

"I'd like a beer, too," Marsha whispered and we heard Patti shush us. I kissed Marsha on the lips to keep her quiet. She kissed me back, nearly making us miss what was being said below.

"Take off your clothes and go in the pool bare-assed if that's what he wants," Howard was saying to his wife.

"He didn't say that," she argued.

"What the fuck do you think he was hinting at?"

Sammy came into sight, carrying a tray filled with a bottle, ice, two beers and three glasses. "Here we go," he said as he sat the tray on the table. Howard got up and offered to open the bottle while Sammy poured Sara's beer for her. She accepted the glass, smiling appreciatively.

I was watching Howard take his seat, holding a glass with three fingers of Johnny Walker Red, no ice, when Marsha pointed to the fence. Smyth was taking in the scene next to the pool.

"Did you mean what you said about me skinny dipping in your pool, Sammy?" Sara asked, sounding timidly seductive.

"Of course he meant what he said," her husband said before Sammy could reply. Howard tipped his head back and swallowed half the liquid in his glass.

"If you would like to jump in and cool off, I'll get a towel," Sammy offered.

"She wants to," Howard said, draining his glass.

Sammy turned toward the house and while he was gone, Howard poured himself another generous helping from the bottle. "Take your clothes off, but don't jump in until he comes back," he instructed his wife.

"I'm not sure that's what he wants," Sara said, but her husband disagreed and she reluctantly complied. She was stepping out of her panties when Sammy came outside, carrying an armful of towels.

Howard looked at Sammy, then at his naked wife and back at Sammy. "See anything you like, Mr. Oldham?" Howard asked before taking another swig of scotch. Sammy dutifully looked at the naked woman, nodded respectfully without commenting.

Sara, obviously embarrassed at being on display, leapt into the pool, splashing water on her husband. He cursed her until he noticed Sammy watching, disapprovingly.

I felt Marsha's hand on my thigh and opened my legs to encourage her to move it upward. Smyth, I noticed, was peering over the fence, trying to get a glimpse of Sara's pussy as she floated on her back, opening and closing her legs to propel herself.

Sammy dropped the towels next to Sara's clothes and took a seat. "I've reviewed your quotation for the ceiling work, Mr. Carpenter. You're on target, but you realize the specifications may change before the job is awarded."

Howard was pouring himself another drink. "Please call me Howard, Mr. Oldham. Changes to the specs are no problem. I can hold the price as long as the square footage doesn't change. I want that job. I need it."

"Some areas of the tile may be upgraded," Sammy warned.

"It doesn't matter. I'll hold the price," Howard said, a little unsteady on his feet as he took his seat."

"It's not that simple," Sammy began, only to be interrupted by Howard.

"Sara," Howard yelled at his wife. "Get out of the water and come here."

Sara resisted, probably because nudity made her uncomfortable. "Sammy, why don't you come in the pool? You can skinny dip if you want," she suggested.

"Yeah, you can skinny dip if you want," Howard echoed his wife, obviously in favor of the idea.

Sammy declined the offer to get naked with Sara, wanting to pursue the subject he had begun. "There's something else you promised to do, but haven't," Sammy said, looking directly at Howard.

"Anything, you name it and it's yours, Mr. Oldham," Howard said, motioning for Sara to get out of the pool.

Marsha was circling my pussy with one finger. Smyth's upper body was above the fence, wearing only very thin, sweatpants and showing a very impressive hard-on tenting them. I checked to see if Patti was watching. She was taking everything in, our embrace, Smyth's hard-on, and Sara climbing out of the pool.

I nudged Marsha to direct her attention to the scene below. Sammy and Howard were watching Sara's naked body walk toward them. She looked frightened, like she wasn't sure what was going to happen next.

Howard stumbled to his feet and ordered his wife to sit down.

Sammy tossed one of the towels to Sara and while she was drying her hair, repositioned both loungers so that we, Patti, Marsha, Smyth and I would have a clear, frontal view of the occupants.

I put my hand under Marsha's skirt and felt her warm, sticky thigh.

Three simultaneous sounds, the pop as Sammy pulled the tab on his beer, my moan when Marsha's thumb found my clit and Smyth's mournful sigh when the naked woman dropped the towel, caused Sara to spot us. Her eyes darted to Sammy, up to the windows where Patti was glaring at us and finally to Smyth's bare chest and prominent hard-on.

Howard, oblivious to what had just happened, impatiently demanded that his wife take her seat on one of the loungers. Sara calmly complied with her husband's order and Sammy grinned in relief before tipping the can back and taking a long swig of beer.

"Take a seat next to your wife," Sammy suggested and Howard obediently flopped down on the second lounge chair.

Sara reached for her husband's glass, which he relinquished without an argument, and swallowed three mouthfuls of scotch before handing the glass back to him.

What I saw below was like a bad dream. Sara knew she had an audience, and yet she nonchalantly opened her legs, exposing her pussy to Sammy and Smyth. Why was her husband encouraging her? Totally captivated, Marsha and I stopped fooling around and just watched.

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Over the Hills and Faraway Book 2 RelationshipsChapter 16 Operation Granby Kuwait November 1990March 1991

We flew out from RAF Brize Norton on the 14th November in some huge Yank aircraft, a Galaxy I think, they all look alike to me. As I sat in my relatively comfortable seat I thought of the last time I had gone to war; in a luxurious cruise liner no less, the QE II. Of course we had travelled squaddie class and didn't have white coated stewards waiting on us hand foot and finger. It took nearly 5 weeks to get down to the Islands, and I made some good mates amongst 3 Para, my travelling...

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Over the Hills and Faraway Book 2 RelationshipsChapter 17 Back home March 1991

The battalion arrived back in Aldershot around the middle of March and were given a week's leave. Pippa was overjoyed to see me home safe and sound, and during my first two days back home we hardly stirred out of her bed. That sounds as if we had a frenzy of a sex- fest, but nothing could have been further from the truth. I couldn't get it up. I couldn't do the business. I was impotent- I was mortified! She was sympathetic and loving, and gave me blow jobs and hand jobs, but it wasn't...

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NEW YEARS EVE ORGY 1991

This wasn’t the first New Year’s Eve party we’d attended at our friend’s house but it was the most memorable one. When we got there the party was in full swing, probably about 60 people mostly couples but there were quite a few single people. I was chatting up a divorced woman, Lucy, she was 47 and had been ‘single’ for seven years. Donna had had a few lagers and was on the whisky, we met up in the kitchen when she said “Anyone here you fancy?” “Yes her over there” pointing at Lucy, “You” I...

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Silkies story for DenisParis 1991

(author's note): Silkie, now thirty-eight, is telling her lover Denis, about things that happened in her life before she was eighteen. I don't know if her anecdote violates guidelines for this site or not. Can fictional adults in a piece of fiction talk about events in their past? Silkie might even be making some of this up for Denis' pleasure, which adds yet another layer of fiction to the story, I don't know the answer, so I'll just put it out there and see what happens. Thanks!...

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Silkie and Denis in Paris 1991Silkie spins a tale

Denis went to his hotel.Silkie had to run a few errands. She went to his room two hours later. Denis had already finished most of a bottle of wine."You know I'm the kind of man who has a hard time getting hard after I've been drinking, Silkie...""Denis, I love you hard or soft, lover. I 'm going to take off my clothes for you. No, I don't have a body like I did when I was eighteen.....................do you like to see it? Do you?""The sight of you nude haunts me, Silkie. Your neck, your back...

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Silkie Rachel Denis and Julian in Paris 1991 co

"Julian, we would like some more wine and that hashish you and I had the other night............yes, that night, dear...........is any of that left?.............but before you go............ "Rachel what do you prefer, men or women?" "Silkie, you are messing with me..........I like............ummmmm...what shall I say?.............I like to have my face between a woman's thighs while I feel a man do me from behind..........oh..I like that a lot.....Julian, I packed Sylvia's ass with...

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NEW YEARS EVE ORGY 1991

This wasn’t the first New Year’s Eve party we’d attended at our friend’s house but it was the most memorable one. When we got there the party was in full swing, probably about 60 people mostly couples but there were quite a few single people. I was chatting up a divorced woman, Lucy, she was 47 and had been ‘single’ for seven years.Donna had had a few lagers and was on the whisky, we met up in the kitchen when she said “Anyone here you fancy?” “Yes her over there” pointing at Lucy, “You” I...

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Love of PoliticsChapter 2 1991 A Political Junkie Finds Sexuality

Thinking it over - Home and Hearth "You were great last night, you sexy devil!" His-fresh shaved face nuzzled my ear and I smiled without opening my eyes. "I gave them their cereal, so you can sleep in for half an hour." David lingered and fondled my bare breasts while he nuzzled my neck. "Thanks. I'm almost awake," I said. "You're a brute. Just look at the state you left me in." He laughed with self-congratulating pleasure. "I gotta go, see you tonight!" I sat up and then...

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No Contest Book 2 Hard Fought 199193Chapter 2

Eddie and Joe tied one on at the wake. Joe’s wives too, and almost everyone else there. Joanne stopped for an hour, but by the time they closed the bar, she was wasted too. But Eddie would have the dubious honor of being the most shit faced. And Joe did notice him going off a couple times, usually with members of other local bands who somehow found out about the wake. And his sniffing and hopping and more extreme lunacy suggested cocaine rather than cannabis. He seemed to making up time for...

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No Contest Book 2 Hard Fought 199193Chapter 3

Two days later, and Cheryl and Joe sat around in Joanne’s living room, the house otherwise deserted. Both Ella and Charlie were in school. Joanne was at work, still supporting local artists. The couple were doing what they had done ten years before. Both working on their writing. Cheryl somehow responding to Joe’s questions while finishing a memorial article honoring Nigella for Rolling Stone. Still staff, but with an ideal contract and better pay. Complete rights of refusal. When an editor...

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No Contest Book 2 Hard Fought 199193Chapter 4

When Cheryl and Joe got home to their Upper Westside townhouse, he knew where he needed to go immediately. Top floor. The floor for their offices. To Moe. Who stewed in her anger. Probably had been for a while. “He’s fucking here, Joe,” she said. He opened his arms. She filled them. “What’s he doing here?” she asked. “I don’t know. I’ll find out.” “He wants another chance to fuck all your women.” “I hope not. But I don’t think so.” “Then why?” “Maybe he needs a friend.” “But he hates...

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No Contest Book 2 Hard Fought 199193Chapter 5

Joe got up late for him. 10 am. Whatever he did prior to awakening, or in its act, farting, shifting, making some vocal noise or other, awoke Cheryl. They smiled at each other and she snuggled against him, her head resting between shoulder and chest, her fingers exploring his sparse chest hair. “Eddie wants me in the band again,” he told her. “How is that going to work?” “I think his regrouping is regressing.” “Which means?” “We didn’t go out in the world for months. Just rehearsed. A...

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No Contest Book 2 Hard Fought 199193Chapter 6

Very early the next morning, Rachel woke up Joe and his wives. “Where is he, Joe?” she growled. “Where is that little cocksucker?” He couldn’t help laughing. Appropriate word choice. But then he got serious. “Be quiet, Rachel. Let’s go downstairs.” “I don’t want to be quiet.” “Shut the fuck up, bitch,” said Moe. “You better not wake the kids.” “Fuck you. What are you going to do?” “Beat the bitch out of you?” Moe growled, getting out of bed, dressed like Cheryl and Joe, in t shirt and...

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No Contest Book 2 Hard Fought 199193Chapter 7

Joe woke alone in bed, hearing giggles and splashes from the bathroom. A glance at the clock informed him he’d slept for a couple hours. Walking naked to the source of the sounds, he saw two very different women share a bath. One tall and lean, dark hair, her skin the color of coffee and cream, her smallish round breasts hovering above the suds of the bubble bath. The other pale, reddish blonde, her much fuller breasts on a thicker body, shorter body resting on those suds, the pink nipples...

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No Contest Book 2 Hard Fought 199193Chapter 8

Joe awoke with a start, but the beautiful body before him quickly calmed him. The covers had lowered so he could look at her soft skin and her gentle curves. He kissed her shoulder. “Mmm,” Essie reacted, turning to him. “Hey,” he smiled. “Been awake?” “Just a few minutes. I enjoyed having you behind me and especially that amazing cock pressed between my thighs. “Morning wood,” he explained. “I know.” “I figured you would, smart ass.” “You seem to like my ass, smart or not.” “I love...

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No Contest Book 2 Hard Fought 199193Chapter 9

“Nice,” said Liang about the townhouse. It had been built originally in the late eighteen hundreds, but refurbished and changed in the 20s, including the art noveau entrance. The open, shaped metal slat elevator also reflected that soft, decadent style. Definitely attractants. “We like it,” said Joe, unlocking the door. Joe and Cheryl greeted their kids with kisses on cheeks, and their wife with kisses on mouth and a hug. “This is Liang,” Joe introduced her to his family. “Hi,” the kids...

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No Contest Book 2 Hard Fought 199193Chapter 10

When Joe exited the padded room in the morning and passed the studio, Rachel called to him from there. “Is she up?” she asked him. “In a hurry?” Joe chuckled. “I’ve wanted this for a while.” “She’s up. How about we have breakfast and then we’ll meet in Cheryl’s office. I’ll get Joanne and then get Cheryl.” “For the contracts.” “Yes.” “I’ll go make coffee.” “Thanks. See you in a minute.” He sighed he when returned to the padded room and sat on the bed. “Rachel’s ready to meet,” he told...

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No Contest Book 2 Hard Fought 199193Chapter 11

The threesome in the padded room awoke making love. That is, Joanne woke Liang, both giggling like girls, Joanne a far greater distance from it than Liang, and they worked together again to harden Joe’s cock and wake him with their sucking. “Go ahead,” said Joanne. “Fuck that beautiful thing.” “But you’re leaving,” Liang pointed out. “She’ll get hers too,” Joe chuckled, then moaned as Liang practically flung her cunt onto his cock. “Slow down,” he warned, catching her hips. She winced...

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Scenes From an AffairScene 8 1987 to 1991 Chicago and etc

Marisol happily attended the wedding. The parents of the groom had not been invited. Phil's choice of bride would never have been accepted. Though less than a quarter black and from affluence, Missy would have enough impure blood to be rejected by Phil's parents. At first meeting, Phil intimidated the Taylors, including Missy. His largeness, what with the horrible encounter with Marisol's ex-husband, made them uneasy. The elegance of his attire and grooming gave them thoughts of him...

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No Contest Book 2 Hard Fought 199193Chapter 12

The master bathroom had been redone when both Joe and Cheryl had bestsellers a couple years before. A bigger tub with whirlpool jets. Room for four there and in the enclosed shower that had water spraying from all kinds of different angles. There for the first time Joe and his three wives showered together. It had been a whirlwind romance times four to be sure for Liang since Friday afternoon. Joe and his wives. Essie. As many she had been loved by, that’s how many times better the sex had...

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No Contest Book 2 Hard Fought 199193Chapter 13

Pynchon proved a bear to speed read. ““Glean what you can,” Joe advised. “We’re just a third of the way through.” “I figured,” said Liang. “You missed a week.” “Yeah. I’ll probably have to just have one week for Vineland.” “Or you could start the class a half hour earlier. And have the other class last a half hour longer.” “First, we’re talking about college students.” “With you, I bet they don’t mind.” “I’ll ask. And the afternoon class actually tends to go on longer.” “I’m not...

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No Contest Book 2 Hard Fought 199193Chapter 14

The Thursday evening date went surprisingly well. Joe managed to get a table at a new French bistro, romantically dark. The heavy food, magnificently prepared, chased down the palate by a delicious rosé got danced away later. But while eating it, the five enjoyed a lively conversation, completely inclusive. Rachel even encouraged Trevor’s inclusion. It was clear at the beginning that he treaded carefully around her, used to her angry glares. Except for the first one when Eddie climbed into...

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No Contest Book 2 Hard Fought 199193Chapter 15

When Liang asked her auntie about any recommendations for a rather large contingent for dining, Auntie Li thought she and her ladies of her exclusive women’s society could throw something together. The meeting place had a kitchen where the ladies could exchange recipes. It was highly unusual to have men present in the space, but since it wasn’t an official meeting of the ladies, and the members were fond of Liang, and the dinner would include her new lovers and new friends, curiosity as much...

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No Contest Book 2 Hard Fought 199193Chapter 16

By Thanksgiving, not a lot had been done turning the duplex houses into a single townhouse compared to the immense amount that needed to be done. Tony and his helpers, Cheryl having gotten him a contractor license, had been focusing on Eddie’s basement studio and apartment as a priority during work hours. In the evenings he and Laura had worked on their own space. He had also built a huge bed, and found a mattress place that could create one custom sized and have sheets for it. It remained in...

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No Contest Book 2 Hard Fought 199193Chapter 17

Joe survived Black Friday, although he wasn’t sure about his right hand. They had stayed open past 2 am. A lot of the later customers he actually recognized. His rock and roll friends. Boxes and boxes of his book had been sold. A lot them signed by him personally in front of the customer. More he had signed earlier in the day. All day. Yes, it was a wonder his hand survived. Advertising had been intense. In dailies and weeklies. Nationally. Television too. Using the image of the friends on...

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No Contest Book 2 Hard Fought 199193Chapter 18

The Cube, as Eddie’s working vacation home had been appropriately dubbed, was designed by a mad genius with a sense of humor. A Barbadian, as were all who worked on it, whose design process had included smoking excessive amounts of ganja with Eddie. An impressively large cube had been the result, made of concrete, glass and steel. But it had a façade that pretended to be an English Colonial mansion. Being that Barbados had been an English colony, and had gained its independence as a part of...

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No Contest Book 2 Hard Fought 199193Chapter 19

Joe and Liana entered a large room on the main floor, a huge bed at the back where his wives waved to him, still naked. “Hi Leo,” Cheryl said. “Do you mind if our man gives us a morning hug?” “Uhm, no,” Liana blushed. Joe took off his clothes and joined them. “Liana wants to meet with us this morning, Cheryl. And Moira,” he said as he lay on his back, his wives all around him, with Liang on top. “And we’ll need to get Rachel.” “I think she just wanted some time with Eddie this morning,”...

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No Contest Book 2 Hard Fought 199193Chapter 20

In the morning, Anna made everyone eggs and sausage. Only Jonny looked worse for wear from the night before, the rest crested on a night of satiation. “A bit of the dog that bit you, Jonny?” Anna asked. “Yes please,” Jonny murmured. She put together a bloody mary for him that seemed to hit the spot, even though Joe noticed she put very little liquor in. A psychosomatic cure. She winked at Joe. After the recovery, Jonny remembered a part of the conversation from the night before. “You said...

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