ReginaldChapter 19
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Frances asked, “You think that it may be possible that they came from a smaller museum’s store, darling?”
“Not really,” replied Reg. “Such stores get checked regularly for mundane reasons such as dusting, testing the humidity levels, and checking that the picture hangings are secure. No, what I think is that the drugs man probably gathered them over a considerable period of time, salting them away as his retirement fund. This is a big drug dealer who never gets caught holding drugs, so he sends them on to someone else as soon as he can get gemstones or art in payment. His distributors would know his requirements for payment, so they had the task of acquiring artwork or gemstones and ensuring it is not known as stolen. The onus would be on them to make the offered payment satisfactory in that way.
On occasion, they may have been obtained from a shady art dealer who had already acquired them illicitly, such as buying them cheap from a collector who had reported them destroyed by fire, and who was making money on the side, from the insurance payouts he got for his accidentally ‘destroyed’ art. He would just want the art to disappear for many years until they were no longer ‘hot’ property. It was a long term investment for the art dealer, but he could afford to wait, as art prices tend to increase year by year.
As to whether our drugs baron took larger artworks, who knows the mind of a crook? Only if we can find some would we know. It is certainly the case that smaller paintings can be moved with greater ease than larger ones, so he may have stipulated a size limit.
Our drugs baron in my feeble opinion was solely in the wholesale side of the business; selling to the men lower down the pecking order, so the drugs would seldom remain in his hands for more than a short time. I would guess that the tub in the garden was a reservoir for drugs in transit: a supply he was holding temporarily until he had payment arrive from his lower-level distributor. He was careful to keep the drugs well away from his person. Nothing inside the house would prove him to be a drug dealer; no more than a hint of the possibility. Nothing there could be proved positively as part of a drugs operation. In fact, the fake cash might have been a cover operation; a deliberate sideline of passing off counterfeit money which he could cough up to the police if necessary, and thus avoid the more serious penalties for drug-running. That guy was seriously well organised, I feel. He was just extremely unlucky to be killed on the roads, unless that accident was a criminal ‘hit’ from another drugs baron. It would not be unknown.”
Frances took what Reg suggested as probably accurate, and returned to what her father had told her.
“Daddy says that the artwork is not easy to value. It depends on the market at the time of sale, but his appraiser suggests in excess of half a million.”
“Gosh! That high?” Reg was surprised. “I was guessing at about a couple of hundred thousand, if they were all real and not stolen. It just shows you how little I know about art.” He added, “Does that include the sculptures?”
“Yes and no. The art expert said he was not so sure about valuations for small sculptures, especially bronzes, which is what most of them are. Sometimes if the statuette is a trial piece for a larger statue, he said, it can be higher or lower in value according to how many trial pieces the artist produced. On other occasions the piece may be a later mass-produced copy for the retail market, and that drops the value considerably. There are also questions of whether the piece is signed by the artist, and whether it is numbered. All in all, the sculptures are more awkward to value. Daddy says he will put a few up for sale, and see what happens.”
“Okay. I would go with that; it makes sense. Hey, has everyone had enough to eat and drink?”
“No idea. You haven’t eaten much, yourself. You spent too much time talking.”
“When a man is getting married, he has to get on good terms with his father-in-law.”
“You did that with Telford all right.”
“Telford?”
“Telford. Fiona’s Dad. That’s his first name. He’s named after a famous engineer, Thomas Telford.”
“Oh, I had the impression his forename was Theodore.”
“That’s the trouble with unusual forenames. He gets called a whole slew of alternatives, according to Fiona. Folk often can’t remember his first name, so they call him whatever they guess it is!”
“Right. I will make a point of remembering it is Telford. I will think of it as telling myself I have a Ford car: tell Ford. That will help me remember.”
“Does that work?”
“Yes. You give your brain a link to something easily memorable, thus it finds it simple to see that memorable item and links through it to the target name. It is surprising, but quite effective.”
“I must try it with my studies. Does it work for dates as well?”
“I don’t see why not. What date do you want to remember, Frances?”
“The due date of my baby, silly! What else would a woman want to have in her mind?”
“I wouldn’t know, darling, not being a woman, but I can see how it would be important to you. It has struck me: if all of you are going to give birth at the same time, it is going to be a maelstrom for me as well.”
“You obviously haven’t studied childbirth, Reg. Even if we all got pregnant on the same day – which we didn’t; we just waited and told you on the same day – the actual births could be as much as a week or two apart. We are aiming for home births, if we can arrange for a midwife to be on hand. It will only be if our doctor has any worry about a birth, that we will go into hospital for it, such as a caesarean if a pelvis is on the small side for the baby’s head, if it is a large baby.”
“You seem to have this well thought out, Frances my darling woman.”
“It is a woman’s job to to prepare for every eventuality. Giving birth is not as easy and straightforward as men seem to think. Occasionally a mother still dies in childbirth, thought it is rare nowadays. With good doctoring, any problems should be revealed early enough to have the solution prepared in advance, such as extra blood supplies on hand should there be excess bleeding.”
“Good grief! Do you have to be so morbid, Frances?”
“Darling, every woman has to face up to such medical facts, but giving birth is no more dangerous than crossing a busy road. Many people die every day from road accidents, and we think nothing of it. We girls can take this minor risk; childbirth is what our bodies are designed for. There is no other way of perpetuating the species without childbirth.”
“You are right, and when we look at the rate at which the human race breeds, the odds are all on the side of successful breeding,” Reg offered his assessment.
“There you are then,” declared Frances. “At least you men don’t have any death threat when it comes to fatherhood!”
“Agreed, but now that you have been confirmed as pregnant, I want all of you checked over by a doctor regularly, so if anything is not quite right, it gets seen to, sharpish. Is this possible under the NHS, or do we have to go private for such specialist attention?”
“Theoretically, the NHS should be able to do the job, but the efficacy may vary from hospital to hospital. It may be that we have to engage a doctor or midwife privately, to be able to dictate when they will come to us. NHS staff don’t have as much leeway over appointments, I believe.”
“That’s my Frances: always organised and in charge of events. Once we graduate I can see you being the chief operating officer for your father’s company. You will walk that job!”
“And your other wives?”
“There I am not so certain. My guess is that Freda will understudy Charles Frye, if he is still Head of Legal Services for the Company. She will bring new legal ideas to the company for further development of built assets, I am sure; Erika and Prudence are strongly individualistic, so may either become professionals in another field, or be very practical managerial talent for the company; possibly making the company more efficient in the field of assessing a building’s economic potential before purchasing, or making best use of the building assets they hold, finding new ways of getting profits out of them; perhaps just good marketing ideas.”
Frances stared at her husband. “Reg, you sound to me like the CEO of a company. You may want to take over from Daddy when he decides to retire. The amount of money he will make over the contents of our house may cause him to think of retiring early.”
She suddenly thought of her new sister-wife. “What about Fiona? What do you see her doing? Will she become part of Daddy’s company as well?”
“No idea, pet. I don’t know her in enough depth to get a feeling for her future career. She might take up life as a university professor.” Frances stared at her husband thoughtfully as she took in this idea, and stared over at the girl herself, and debating whether Fiona would pursue life as an academic.
Fiona said goodbye to her father after the buffet meal was over. Reg and the other wives gathered to thank him for coming and being part of the ceremony, and once again he put up with kisses from all the Robertson wives, plus the supernumeraries – Jessica, Sidra, Holly and Carol. He commented to Reg, “How do you put up with being surrounded by so many loving women, young man?”
Reg told him truthfully, “I was an only child, sir, so all this is the stuff of dreams. I never want to spoil a great dream, and my life now is just that; a great dream.”
Fiona collared Reg before they headed home. “Husband, can we go to church tomorrow again?”
“Certainly, Fiona my wife. A new one, or do you want to go back to St. Bartholomew’s?”
“Can we check with Jessica and Sidra first? They may want to join us, and I’d like Jessica’s input before suggesting that.”
Reg mused, “If we include them, we should include Holly and Carol too, should they want to come. They may fancy the trip just to get out of the house again, but more importantly, I’d like them to act as the first-level protection squad for Jessica and Sidra, watching to make sure they don’t get harassed in any way. Teenage girls can be effective that way without causing offense.”
“Good idea, Reg. Can we go speak with all the girls now?”
“If you want, Fiona. This is your wedding day, after all, so we should give you your head!”
The consultation was revealing. The twins admitted they had been confirmed at their parish church a few years ago, and had been regulars there for a long time, so were all for a visit to a church service now. Sidra and Jessica were rejoicing in their participation in today’s Commitment ceremony, and were keen to follow it up with a church service next day, so Fiona found everyone willing to join in such an expedition.
Frances suggested that St. Bartholomew’s would probably have a different visiting priest, so should be worth going back to. Reg reminded them that there had been an assumption that his wives were his sisters. “I didn’t disabuse them of that notion, but we can’t make out that Jessica and Sidra are your sisters! They will have to be friends who are visiting us. The twins will be themselves – relatives of Frances. Everyone okay with that?”
Prudence decided to be practical. “Reg, if you are directly asked who is your wife, you are going to have to confess that most of us are. You daren’t lie to these folk in a church! If they can’t take the truth, then we don’t go back again.”
“True. We will just take things as they happen then,” he admitted, prepared to face anything in support of his wives.
Once home, the girls all reluctantly changed out of the hired dresses and jewellery that they had enjoyed wearing. Curiously, no-one opted for the purchase of the originals. Reg was surprised at this decision, then belatedly recognised that his ladies most likely saw no reason for splashing out for what they would wear only occasionally. Frances saw his consternation and whispered to him, “If anyone wants a special dress or jewellery, darling, we can contact your beautician lady again. I was really surprised at what she was able to do for us. Can we engage her from time to time, whenever we want to go to an event?”
Reg cuddled her to his side, and gave her a loving hug. “Naturally. Anything for the mothers of my children!”
Frances added quietly, “Did you notice Sidra?”
“No. What?”
“As soon as she changed out of that lovely dress she was wearing, she went to her books and got back to studying. That girl has taken your advice to heart, Reg, and is educating herself as fast as she can.”
“Great! She has a good brain that has not been stretched until now. She is the better for it already, now that she is enjoying learning.” He and Frances exchanged a ‘high five’.
It was a convoy of three cars that carried them to St Bartholomew’s parish church next day. They were welcomed by a lady greeter, who handed out hymn books and service booklets, clearly pleased at this sudden procession of visitors entering for the service. She recognised the Robertsons among them as previous visitors, and said “Welcome back to St Bart’s.” She was not so sure about the others, especially the apparent foreigners, so said nothing, just smiled.
The Robertson household spread themselves over two pews in the middle of the nave, and Reg noticed there were a few more people in the congregation than last time. They chatted by themselves for a while until the clergy party trooped out from the vestry to start the service.
The Robertsons were surprised to find that the celebrant was the same lady who had conducted the service on their previous visit, but she made no outward sign of recognising them other than a glance at the filled pews in their part of the church.
The service went as expected, and there were several good hymns that Reg recognised and sang lustily, as well as two that had him flustered until the second verse, when he at last saw how the tune went. They all went out to the rail for the communion. The reverend lady was sure she recognised Reg and some of the women beside him, but naturally made no comment.
At the end of the service, one of the congregation rushed to bring the urn to the boil. It had been heated prior to the service, so did not take long to return to the boil. The congregation, those members who were not rushing off to family or other appointments, gathered for their tea or coffee, and some bakes provided by one of the ladies. Today’s offering was a banana and chocolate chip loaf, spiced with cinnamon, and was delicious, Reg thought.
Finally the clergywoman got back from removing her official garb, and came to shake hands for the visitors. She told Reg, “Didn’t I see you here a week or two back?”
“That is so, Reverend. We brought everyone today, as we enjoyed the last service here.”
“Ah, yes. Now I remember. This lady is your wife,” she gestured at Frances.
Reg concurred, “Yes, Frances is my wife. Well remembered.” He said nothing more.
The Reverend went on, “And the other ladies of your household?”
“The foreign-looking ladies are visiting friends, and the twins are cousins of Frances.”
“How nice of you to bring them, Mr...”
“Robertson. The girls you met before are all Robertsons as well.” He deliberately left it at that.
“I see,” said the clergywoman, who was left wondering what this actually meant. The way he spoke implied something unusual. Her gaze shifted across the girls called Robertson, and noted that all those whose left hand was in view were wearing a wedding ring on the correct finger. She considered asking another question about these, then reminded herself not to be nosy. She asked if his coffee was satisfactory.
“It is, and the baking is excellent. Please tell the baker so.”
The priest ended her social chat, “Well, I must speak to some others and not monopolise your time, Mr Robertson.” She moved off to accept her own coffee and cake, and was collared by a member of the congregation wanting to ask something. She was grateful for the chance to sip her coffee while she listened, and have a bite of the cake. It would allow her to make a comment about the cake if she needed to think further about her response to the parishioner’s request, as it was almost a demand. Probably the best course would be to offer to refer the point to the congregation’s own priory, as she was only a visiting priest. The priory, all elderly men who assisted with the services, would manage to obfuscate the matter quite effectively.
Then she remembered something, as her eye was caught by the sight of the foreign lady and her obvious daughter. She cut short her conversation and went over to grab Reg Robertson’s arm.
“Mr Robertson, can I have a word in private? In the vestry, if you don’t mind?”
Puzzled, Reg nodded. “Sure. Just let me organise things. Frances?” he called to her. She came over. “Yes, dear?”
“Take over for a few minutes please, darling. The Reverend wants to speak to me in private.” He rolled his eyes, indicating that he thought this was about his having more than one wife. Frances saw this too, and simply said. “Sure. We’ll be fine.”
Reg followed the priest to the vestry room, and she closed the door behind him. “Mr. Robertson? We clergy have a sort of grapevine, where unofficial information gets passed around. Something came to me last week.”
“Oh? From the Reverend Professor at the university?”
“What? No, why should it? This was about Pakistani women.”
“Oh? Please tell me more.”
“There was a request for feedback about a Pakistani woman and her daughter. Apparently this lady absconded, taking her daughter with her, and stealing from the marital home. The poor husband is beside himself for word of them, and asked his priest to help. That is what came to me, but I am confused. Both the women with you seem very happy. Can they be the same people?”
Reg gave her a grim smile, and explained, “If we are talking about a Mr Sadaf, he had been abusing his wife for most of their married life, and also started beating his daughter. The daughter, terrified, ran away from home and ended up hiding at the university here. She was handed over by the Reverend Professor for us to offer her a place of safety. From her, we found out about her mother’s terrible situation. We made arrangements for the mother to escape, with the guarantee of safety with her daughter. We arranged her rescue through the good offices of a policeman friend, and she is now recovering.
Reverend, I saw the bruises on both of them when they came to us, so I know their story is true. What seems to be happening is that the abuser is trying to locate them to get them back. An anonymous informant advised their local police that he was an abuser, so they have been investigating, but have limited powers as the abused persons are not available to them. The women only want to escape his clutches and have no desire to be near him. We are protecting them, and will do so for as long as they want.”
The priest was looking shocked. “I think I should inform his priest that he is an abuser under police investigation.”
“I agree, but I would suggest doing it anonymously, in case the priest lets slip your location. Even if he just mentions your name, you are in Crockford’s Clerical Directory, are you not?”
“I am, although not under the name of this charge, but I take your point.”
“Thank you, Reverend.”
He thought they had finished, but she had not.
“While we are in private, Mr Robertson, whose is ‘we’?”
Reg looked her in the eyes and said calmly, “My wives and myself, Reverend. Our love has extended to cover our charges. They are in the best place possible.”
“Wives?”
“Wives, by their own choice.”
“The ones with the unfortunate facial looks?”
“All those happy girls wearing wedding rings, Reverend,” Reg corrected. “If you need a reference, speak to the Reverend Professor at the university. She will back me up.”
“You committed bigamy? That is a crime, young man!”
“Not if there is no legal marriage involved, ma’am. We performed a Commitment Ceremony in public, where we declared our love and commitment to each other, agreeing to being together for life. We regard this as just as binding as a legal marriage, and all the girls have used the Deed Poll system to legally change their names to Mrs Robertson, with just the first names different. We are a Christian family, all of us are university students, and we intend for all of us to graduate eventually. We are home-schooling Sidra, the runaway daughter, and she is taking to learning with gusto. Her mother is still trying to cope with life, but she will have our full support.
Was there anything else?” he challenged her.
She looked shocked at the revelations, but as a wife and mother, as well as a priest, she believed in tolerance.
“Nothing. I shall have a quiet word with the learned Reverend you mentioned, and if she backs up you story, I will not interfere. Indeed, if you want me to come and visit you at home, I shall be happy to offer my pastoral care, should what you say be supported by my university colleague. Thank you for your time, Mr Robertson. Ring me if you need me: here is my card.”
Reg returned to the back of the church and finished his own eats before gathering his flock for the departure. He collected all the empty mugs and handed them back to the serving lady, with his thanks. He made a point of dropping a five-pound note into the donation box beside the urn before leaving, getting a genial smile in return.
Once he was sure that everyone was accounted for and back in the cars, they set off for home. A few asked him in the car about what happened in the vestry room, but Reg said, “Later, once we are home.”
Sure enough, as soon as they were through the door, almost everyone was trying to ask what happened with the priest. Reg asked for quiet, so he could explain.
“First, Frances, it was not what we expected. Instead, it was about Jessica and Sidra. It seems that your husband, Jessica, told your local priest that you had run away, taking Sidra with you and stealing some unnamed valuables from the house. Untrue of course, but so was everything else he offered to the priest. He apparently claimed to be trying to find you, and asked the clergy to put out the word, and let him know if you went to a church somewhere.
I told the Reverend the truth of the matter, so she is going to privately inform his local priest that the truth is different from what he claimed, and that the police were investigating him.”
Frances exclaimed, “She can’t do that, or that will give our general location!”
“Frances, I am not stupid! I asked her to pass on the information anonymously, to keep that possibility from happening.” He emphasized, “I am really not that daft, you know, despite my occasional gaffes!”
“Sorry, Reg. I should have known you would be prepared for that. So that was it?”
“Not quite. As she had me alone in the vestry room, she asked me point-blank about all of you with wedding rings, so I admitted you were all my wives. She accused me of bigamy, but I explained we had not made a legal marriage, so were free of that accusation. I gave the Reverend Professor as a reference that we were in a loving relationship, so she will check that out, and promised not to interfere. In fact, once she speaks to the professor and if she is satisfied, she is willing to offer us pastoral care should we want it.”
He looked over to Jessica, including her in the conversation, and Sidra showed interest too. He added, “I wondered whether Jessica would benefit from an external shoulder to cry on. We have to phone the lady if we want her to visit us, and I have her card for that purpose.”
Jessica seemed unsure of what to say in response. Sidra was more forthcoming, “Ammi, if you want a woman more your age to talk to, she may be quite helpful. Is the lady married, Reg?”
“Yes, she is. She said her husband is also a priest, and I gather they have children.”
“Sounds like she may sympathise with you, ammi.” Sidra concluded.
“But I already have Reg sympathising with me, Sidra, and I like it. Do I need another?”
“Mum, she is a woman with children. That is the difference, She will have life experiences that Reg doesn’t have. She can talk to you as a mother; even I can see that!”
“Oh. That is true. Very well, I am willing to try that, Reg, if she accepts us.”
“Soon, or whenever?”
“Within the next few days, while I am still supportive of the idea. If we leave it longer, I may change my mind.”
Sidra raised a point with Reg, having him handy.
“Reg, what do you know about the Vikings?”
Reg looked towards Sidra, and answered, “It depends on what you want to know. I have read a fair bit about them, and there are a variety of descriptions based on who and when they are being written about.”
“According to this history textbook, they rampaged all over the coast of Europe in their longships, pillaging and stealing people for slaves; a nasty bunch altogether.”
“I see. And that is what the author says, does he?”
“In essence, yes. Is it not true? I thought it was all well documented.”
“It is. Let me ask you another question: what do you think of the English?”
“The English? What has that got to do with the Vikings?”
“Bear with me, Sidra. English merchants got rich, did they not, sending ships to Africa, buying slaves with manufactured goods from home, taking the slaves to the Americas, and selling them there. The captains bought tobacco and sugar with the proceeds, and brought these goods back to England to sell, making a huge profit on the total transaction. The Vikings raided coastal villages, captured people and sold them as slaves to other countries. What is the difference between the English slavers and the Vikings?”
“Um... , when you put it that way, not a lot. So why do we moan about the Viking raiders, and not about the English slavers?”
“Perspective, Sidra. Most of the slaves were taken from England, so as English people, we find that offensive. Slavery abroad, between Africa and the Americas, had little impact on English people at home, so it got relegated to the ‘unimportant’ side of the balance.
Actually, when you work out the numbers, the Vikings were small beer compared to the English slavers. The Vikings probably captured and enslaved tens of thousands of people. The English slaver captains shipped MILLIONS of Africans, some of whom didn’t even survive the voyage, before the slave trade was abolished.
When you think about it, every Viking raid probably involved a couple of hundred warriors. This happened only during the summer months, because these men were farmers the rest of the time. Once they had their fields ploughed and the seed sown, the summer was free for them to go raiding with their friends. The made sure they returned in time to gather the harvest from their fields. This restricted their raiding efforts somewhat, as they had to dispose of their captives after each raid; so they probably went back to Norway or Denmark to sell their captives as slaves before they could go on another raiding voyage. Their ships could not carry many slaves, as these ships were designed as raiding vessels, not transports. If they had the investment capital, they could take one or two cargo vessels with them – these ships were called knarr, unlike the raiding longships that were called snekke.
Putting all that together, the proportion of the Norwegian or Danish population that went on Viking raids was miniscule. The majority of the population stayed at home to farm or ply their trades, in the same way as most of the English population were not involved in the English slave trade.”
“But all these records of Viking raids? It makes them seem frequent and horrific.”
Reg smiled at Sidra, and told her, “Again, it is a matter of perspective. Who did most of the recording in that period of the Viking raids? It was the clergymen, as they were almost the only people who could read and write. Their records concentrated on raids against monasteries on the coastline for much of the time. They probably ignored raids on fishing villages, partly because there were no priests involved, and partly because the information perhaps never reached them. If a small fishing village was attacked, those who were worth enslaving would be grabbed, and those not worth taking would be slaughtered to prevent them raising the alarm. The village would vanish entirely, becoming a ruin. Who is going to report this to the monastery where the records were kept. If you look at the records prior to that Norman Conquest, it is only matters which the monks felt were important to them that got recorded, not the lives of the common people.
As with most of history, what gets recorded is only about the doings of ‘important’ people, or the people who are doing the writing. Most war records are written by the victors, from their own standpoint.”
Sidra was saddened by this revelation. “So we don’t know what the ordinary people were doing?”
“As far as recorded history goes, that is so, but archaeologists are filling in the gaps. They can look at ancient bones and determine what people were doing with their lives. Archers had strong arms from holding the bow taut, seamen had two strong arms from hauling ropes to raise the sails, or to row the oars in a ship when there was no wind, and so on. Teeth can be analysed to determine where you grew up, based on the local geology. The geology affects the plants that grow there, and that difference gets carried into the human body. Fish in your diet also shows up chemically in the teeth. The types of pottery also suggest trade links. Samian ware was common in England during the Roman period, and we know its origin. It was produced in quantity in parts of Gaul (modern France) and in what is now Germany. Specific designs added to the pot or bowl help to date the piece, and in some cases the name of the potter is found impressed in the underside of the base.
“Thanks for the invite, but your mother expects me home tonight, so I must refuse. In fact, I’d better be off, so that I am not too late in getting home. My best wishes to all of you. Let me know if you need anything, Frances.” “I will, Dad. Give my love to Mum.” A few minutes later, Mr LeBrun was back in his car and driving away. They all returned to the living room, where they reviewed the visit. Prudence was delighted with Mr LeBrun. “Your Dad is a really likeable guy, Frances.” “I...
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“Thank you, Reg.” Freda kissed him again, and made a point of rubbing her breasts against him. He took the opportunity to put his arms round her upper torso, to hold her tight to him, and enjoyed the kissing session. They were still in that position when Frances and Erika came into the room. Frances called softly, “Hello, you two. Can you spare us a minute?” Reg was embarrassed. “Sorry, Frances, Freda insisted on apologising, in her own unique way.” “Oh, yes. The other girls. We’ll talk...
Frances concluded, “Right. Do what you want with him tonight, but I get him to myself tomorrow night. Goodnight to the three of you.” She slammed the door shut behind her as she left. Erika murmured, “Wow. She sounds peeved. Reg, was that a promise to fuck you tomorrow?” “I am not certain, darling. It may be, but I am not going to count on it. It might just be a cuddle like we are having now.” Erika disabused him of that notion. “No, Reg, not just a cuddle. Prepare for a lot more. I can...
“Well now, there are several things to decide on. One, can Reg help you with tutoring, and if so, can you assist him in picking up social skills? Second, if you get accepted as part of the study group, Beth gets rejected and we help you shaking loose from her. Is that it?” “More or less, Frances. I am not sure what you meant – IF Reg can help me with tutoring?” “Oh, that is simple. Reg has to decide if you are worth his effort. If he concludes that you are not picking things up as he...
“No, I have a good brain, but most people don’t see beyond my height. I am five foot nine, if you wanted to ask. Similar height to you, Reg?” “Should think so. Let’s check. Come and stand in front of me, Prudence, and we’ll see.” She and Reg moved to face each other, and sure enough, they were eye to eye. Reg smiled at her and moved forward to kiss her gently on the lips. She was startled at that familiarity, but reacted by kissing him in return, then stepped back. “Wow! Do you do that...
He hurried in, but she was not in the bedroom as he expected, so he tried the bathroom. Prudence was kneeling naked in the empty tub, with one arm resting on the side. She looked very appealing as the Venus of the bath, but she was truly frustrated. “Reg, I can’t get myself out of the bath! It is too slippery, and my balance is not good at the moment. Can you help me?” She turned her body to face him, again displaying her small breasts in front of him. He took a sharp breath, but...
Reg explained, “It was much later, when I observed other children, that I saw how they and their parents seemed to act differently towards each other than my parents were with me. I decided there was something wrong with me, and that was how I couldn’t be loved like other children. I turned my attention to the world around me, and started studying it. I found school a great revelation, for the teachers started explaining what things were, and how they reacted, like water will do magical...
“But Prudence is a university student. She won’t want to have a baby while at Uni.” Reg made a factual remark. “Frances, there are at least several female students who are expecting babies, as far as I have observed.” Frances retorted, “Yes, but all of them are married, so it is not such a problem for them.” Reg backed down. “Sorry, I didn’t know that. Sorry I spoke.” Frances patted his arm. “No, it is all right, Reg. Your observation was accurate, just not fully comprehensive. These...
Prudence told him, “For the moment, Reg, do nothing. I phoned your mother back, and explained a little to her about you, me and the girls, but I emphasised that you need a lot of time to adjust from being a loner to dealing with people at large. She said she was willing to wait. I believe her, Reg.” “Thank you, Prudence. I don’t think I could have done that myself. I couldn’t have told her about you girls. You are a wonderful, thoughtful girl. It is no wonder that I love you.” Still...
Reg sat in a chair facing the Dean, and waited. The Dean cleared his throat before declaring, “Mr Robertson, it has come to my notice that you have arranged for a commitment ceremony next week. Is that correct?” “Yes sir.” Reg was not offering anything. He had learned to be careful. “I understand this is not a simple cohabitation agreement, but something more complex.” “Yes, sir.” “You and four other students – girls - are proposing to live together as a family unit. Is that so?” “Yes,...
I don’t know how, but my housemate Aaron had recently learned about my competitive side. I have an identical twin, Madison, and he’s been goading me all week. Finally, last night, it came to a head when he said that my twin sister’s pussy tasted better than mine. “Like hell it does,” I basically said, jumped up on the counter, and pushed his head between my legs. After he told me that she orgasmed louder and more easily than mine, and the game was on. A couple of days later, I broke up with...
Today, just as a reference, is March 8th 2010 and it is quarter to one in the afternoon. It is Monday and for work reasons I am sitting in my car in a car park on the Montjuïc mountain here in Barcelona. Well perhaps it is not only for work reasons. The day is grey and overcast. In many places in Barcelona it is snowing, something that is almost unheard of here. I have a view of the city laid out in front of me and I am sitting here waiting to meet someone. We have agreed to meet here in the...
She looked at herself in the mirror as the bass beat thumped loudly. Her dark straight hair framed her face. She noticed she went a little too dark in her eyes, but it matched her mood. Everyone called her gorgeous, or beautiful, but she didn’t see it. She just thought she was regular, maybe slightly above average. Her body, though, well she knew that was hot. Other girls jostled her as they all tried to touch up their makeup.Cheater! You cheated on him and he left you. You deserve what he did...
Love StoriesVanakam nanbargale, Sila mathangaluku munbu nanbanin manaviyudan sex seithathai patri muzhumaiyaga pakirnthu kolkiren. Intha kama kadhaiyai padithu vitu kizhe ungalin karuthugalai pakirnthu kolungal! Melum ungaluku pundaiyil alathu suniyil kama aripu eduthu kondal sex seithu asaiyai thirthu kolungal! varungal kadhaiku pogalam! En peyar Jayakumar, vayathu 28. En sontha ooru villupuram adutha oru siriya kiramam. Kaluri padipai chennaiyil mudithu vitu miga periya niruvanathil panipurinthu...
I love cum, anal, giving blowjobs but for long periods of time, hours on end, 2 hours, 3 hours, 4 hours, just not enough, ever. The thing is only 1 person knows that im gay (besides the one night stands in towns I have only been to once), my c***d hood bff Lisa, now 23 we still talk every day. We share storries, talk about sexy men, even compare dicks we have sucked, or taken, cumshots we have seen, kinky times we have had. We have been comfortable naked around eachother since we were 9. Im not...
November 27, 1849 I sat there and couldn't believe what I was hearing, "He's dead! I shot him three times and saw him fall down. He can't be alive!" "Claire and I thought he was a ghost too when we saw him. After he bought us from the slavers he showed us where you had shot him. Apparently you hit a rib with each shot and the bullets splintered apart and tore up his chest and side. He said he still has pieces of the shots in him and you would pay for each one. Alex, I'm scared about...
I was a guy who never liked college and used to skip most of the classes because it was boring – until this new teacher joined. Our new teacher was a walking sex bomb! She was not too skinny, not too fat, just on point with the perfect set of boobs and ass that pops out and a pretty face with red juicy lips to match it. Her name was Rekha. Rekha used to wear saree every day with semi-sleeveless and back-exposed blouse. So, every time she turned back to write on the board, I used to get a hard...
We arrived back at the camp site in strange moods, Grandad took us to the office and handed mum and me keys to our new rooms, he went straight off to catch up on what was going on. Mum had hardly said anything and just took her key and walked away. I also was sad, it finally hit me about dad but also i wouldnt be seeing lucy and jessie for 5 days now. I got up to the room and was surprised to find that the room was actualy a sitting room, a bedroom, an on suite with walk in shower that could...
Hello thanks for reading my previous one which I title as Hungary for pleasure that was my 1st sex experience with Riya. As I had mentioned after Riya left and no contact from her I was missing her lot and masturbating thinking my memorable moments of sex had started to quench my sex hunger. For sex I was going mad and irritating with my life I couldn’t concerting arrange good reasonable call gal. First she didn’t let me allow having sex as per my wish even I got scared n angry. I carry with...
Brooke was a fiery redhead, with bright green eyes and a light dusting of freckles across her upper chest. Unlike Gail, she actually took me to her bedroom before pushing me back onto her bed and undressing me. She obviously had more experience than Gail, as she climbed on top of me and sank all the way down my cock in a slow motion. She was able to get all the way without too much discomfort, but when I reached up to caress her tits, she grabbed my wrists and prevented me. "Those aren't...
Wendy's Spontaneous ActsI am happily married, but recently I have found myself wanting more.Dave tries, but things seem so vanilla nowadays. I miss the variety and spontaneous acts we used to have! I was driving past the park on my lunch hour, thinking about how my sex drive has seemed to increase, I caught myself letting my mind wander.As I passed the park, I could not help but notice the handsome young men playing ball. They seemed so athletic and virile ... and yes, MUCH younger than my...
Hello readers. This is Malvika Kapoor from Mumbai. I wanted this to write from a long time and in the last few days I had been through a lot and then thought about to assemble all the encounters and write it in a form of a story in parts. Some fiction is also added to make it spicier and dick rising tale for you guys. Suit yourself! Main Characters : Malvika Kapoor : A 38 year old lady working at the position of HR manager in a MNC. Siddhartha Kapoor : A 42 year old man , Malvika’s...
This follows on from Fucked 3 The Abbey, so read Fucked 1/2/3 first please. C 1997: I was around 21, Derek would have been 39/40, Lyn about 30 , and Kevin about 35.In fucked 3 I had outlined some of my sexual fantasies to Derek. I had met Lyn on a couple of occasions and I thought she was gorgeous (see Fucked 2 ). We had technically sucked each other's tits, but this was for the entertainment of a man.I had met Derek's buddy Kevin once by chance on a train on the way in to work after a night...
Georgie Lyall is a successful businesswoman and a MILF who runs the website Just Between Us, a place where liberal couples can get together and all rules are off the table. Georgie loves her work and that’s why she can’t help but masturbate to the videos she finds and that’s exactly when her husband Marc Rose finds her and joins in! Georgie enjoys her big tits and pussy played with before giving a tremendous sloppy blowjob, getting wet and ready for a great fuck that follows that will have her...
xmoviesforyouIt was 3 O Clock and I was getting out of work I smelled of burgers so I decided to take a shower. I an Jake 19 living with parents. I have blue eyes brown spikey hair and very muscular. Well I got home and headed up for the bathroom. When I got in Iclosed the door and opened the shower door. My brothers friend (Ryan 18) jumped out. I said ,"oh sorry, I will go." He said,"No waite, I like your body and your cock." I was shocked but in a good way. So I hesitated but thought my brother is not so...
GayI was the last scheduled "customer" for Beth this day. I headed off for my equipment room and she was left to tidy up the room after our tryst. I had a mound of small duties to attend to, but nothing that would keep me from watching the rest of the women after their first day. Lucinda came back in shortly after Beth. Charlotte was in the room ahead of them. Kristin returned next, walking slowly and carefully. "Oh, fuck me!" were the first words out of her mouth as she tried to sit and...
A naked Oscar stepped out of the bedroom and stopped as he stretched feeling the muscles tighten and then relax. He was feeling exceptionally good that morning. Last night Jennifer had been a wild woman, claiming that it was a goodbye fling. She had worn him out with her sexual energy and he had slept very well. Georgia, seated on the couch, watched him with a feral intensity as he stepped into the living room. Her eyes drank in his body and her body tingled in its desire for him. He sat...
St. Evies―An Engagement Introduction: Ruminations Pedro de la Garza had a problem. He was a young man, posing as a girl, which could not last forever. Every day brought new challenges and some had almost tripped him. He was also living on charity, which offended his sense of dignity. Even if he could, Pedro did not want to continue posing. Now that he had a steady job, with improving prospects, it was not necessary. Other living arrangements could be found. If it were not for Angela, Pedro...
The day’s exertions had left me drained, and just as I had dozed off watching TV, the phone rang. It was Kalpana aunty. She had stepped out to buy some vegetables, and was calling me from a public phone booth at the market. “Beta, I was just buying some vegetables, and I was wondering if you wanted to have something special for dinner tonight?” “Oh aunty, why are you taking so much trouble for me?” I protested, “Anything will do.” “Oh there is no trouble beta ... Jigna has gone for her...
Don stared through his binoculars, watching the upper window as she came into view. Her tan skin was hidden only by the sheer moo-moo that floated around her, weightless. She had beautiful, perky tits; they bounced with every move she made. He watched as she worked the straps down before shimmying from the light garment. Standing bare in front of the mirror on her wall meant she allowed Don the perfect view of her tight ass and curl-clad pussy. She was the shape of his very desire, his erection...
Straight Sex“Ashley.” I whispered. My sister hung from the ceiling by a pair of silver handcuffs strung over a large hook screwed into the concrete. A thin streak of dried blood ran from the corner of her mouth. Her toes were about an inch from the ground and she seemed either asleep or unconscious, her naked body hanging limply. Sasha reached out and ran a hand up my sister’s hard stomach, between her large breasts and caressed her face. She said something in what I was now assuming was...
Author’s note: Some of the dialogue must be read phonetically since I have tried to give the story the flavor of where it occurs. Say it out loud if necessary. Just think of the Beverly Hillbillies and you will catch on. If you can’t appreciate this then exit right now, please. Ah were setting on the porch when Maw came frum the vegetable patch with some greens fer supper. She stopped when she saw me a playing with my tallywgaker which wuz all long and hard lahk it did sometimes. “Ah guess...
35,000 Feet above Central Africa: 13:00 Thursday 4th January 2018“Ladies and gentlemen, we’ve just commenced our descent into Lagos International Airport. Could you please return to your seats, put your seats upright, and stow any tables and electrical devices you’ve been using. Please ensure your seat belt is buckled up as our cabin crew will now start collecting up the headsets.”To a weary traveler, these words are as familiar as the rosary to a devout Catholic, or as the words of the Talmud...
Wife LoversDelilah Murphy, Senator of the Great State of Indiana I trembled with excitement. I couldn’t believe what Magnolia had shown me. A serum that turned women into busty airheads—bimbos. It seemed impossible, and yet one stood before me. Annalee Burrell, a woman I had met a few times had transformed from an uptight, straight woman with a pinched face into a blonde bombshell. A blonde bombshell that was so dumb I had convinced her that she would love licking my ass merely because I was a...
It took four days after classes ended to settle our affairs and close up shop. It wasn’t until late Thursday evening when Jenny and I got home. Jenny and I moved our stuff into my room upstairs with dad’s help and blessing. I had to grin when I noticed that a lock had been installed on my bedroom door. We spent the rest of the week catching up with dad and just relaxing. Carl and Ted came over on Saturday night to pick us up to go out for the evening. When Ted and Carl came in, Jenny ran...
THE FORESTThis is a work of fiction strictly from my imagination, the people are not real and the events are not real, please take this as a story and nothing more. Comments, are always welcome.Riding bikes through the forest seemed like the perfect start to their honeymoon. John and Frances had married and traveled to central France for a long peaceful break. The wedding had been a huge family event and had sapped Frances’ energy; there had been so much planning. The first two nights of the...
I had just turned twenty-one and was heading to a friend's party deep in the Valley. My buddies were already there and drunk, and I was determined to catch up. The night commenced with a bottle of Crown Royal Reserve and someone was rolling spliffs the entire time. Needless to say, we were all feeling loose and good. My friend, whose party it was, let's call her Rachel, was my age and had a one-year-old, but you'd never know it looking at her body. She was gorgeous, with perfect tits and an...
ThreesomesThere was another easing of the pressure in her ass. Again the girl thought Gino was pulling out. Maybe he would change his mind, clean off his prick and fuck his cock up her cunt. How hot her pussy was getting, how the cunt lips were slick with fuck juice, rubbing against one another. And there was nothing inside, nothing that could ease the pressure and the terrible itchiness driving her crazy. That board between her legs kept her from even easing the heat herself by rubbing her thighs...
"Finished!" Kim said as she closed her history book and put it into her backpack. "How are you doing Megan?" "I'm almost done too," Megan replied. "I just have to finish writing this report." Kim turned on her computer and clicked the icon for her Internet browser. She checked her email and then began to surf some of the sites she had book marked. The screen displayed an image of two girls engaged in an open-mouthed kiss when Megan closed her notebook and looked up. Watching...
A rainy day, I was walking through the park and decided to go visit my friend in the supermarket next to the train station. When I left, I met an old man, but with a good body, had his dirty clothes and was asking and begging for money to buy a BREAD gave me very bad feeling to see how the was asking for money to eat but at the same time a feeling went through me perverse mind .... I asked: - Hello sir you hungry? - Yes miss, I am so hungry! - I saw how the poor was almost crying but also how...
Hi I am arun ghosh from Kolkata and my age is 18 now. I am doing BBA in Kolkata. I stay with my masi since I was in standard v. Mai aapko jo story batane jaa raha hun agar wo aapko pasand aaye to mujhe mail kare mere id par jo hai Ye story mere aur mere masi ke bare mein hai. Unki age kuch 47 years ki hogi aur tab unki age sayad 44 ya 45 thi. Mujhe hamesha unpar ek physical attraction tha aur mai sochta tha ki ek na ek din mai unhe zarur chodunga. Wo divorcee thi kyunki unk pati ka koi aur...
Andru nal iravu nanbanin manaivi mulaiyil paal kudithu aval kuthiyil sogusaaga oothu sunni vinthai vaaiyil kudika koduthen. Manaivi en udan nandraaga oothu aval pundaiyil vinthu vantha udan en sunniyai umbi kanjai kudithaal. Naan sorgathil irunthen, andru iravu vegamaaga oothu muditha udan manaivi kanavan irukum araiyai thirranthaal. En idam nee enge paduak pogirai endru ketal? Naan sofavil paduthu kolugiren endru sirithu vazhinthu konde solinen. Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa antha iravai ennal...
Curvy and thicc in all the right places, Sheila Ortega looks decadent while wearing a neon green bikini as she works hard in the yard of her client, Yves Morgan. The black-haired beauty knows that the hunky man is watching, she takes the opportunity to have fun since she did a good job. In the bedroom, Sheila and Yves did not waste time and let the passion between them take over. Pants are slipped down as the busty cutie delivers a messy blowjob and titjob. Yves then gives her a pussy licking....
xmoviesforyou“I do like this house,” Kara pronounced. She was naked, lying on her back at the side of the pool, looking at the sky. Dirk yawned, but not from lack of sleep, more from boredom. “Uh huh, so I gathered,” he replied, his eyes still on his paper. Kara stretched and put her hands behind her head. “I didn’t at first, though.” Dirk wanted to keep his focus on what he was reading, but being polite, asked, “And why not?” “No privacy.” Dirk snapped his paper and dropped it on the pool deck. “You’re...
ExhibitionismKathy was awake just as the sun was coming over the eastern horizon and quietly dressed and grabbed the car keys and headed for the 24 hour Walgreen store to have Megan's prescription filled. As she walked to the front counter, she also grabbed a small bottle of children strength aspirins and a package of condoms. Twenty minutes later she returned home to find everyone still sound asleep. Kathy sat at the kitchen table and carefully opened the pack that held the thirty-day supply of birth...
"So this is how it all has to end huh? You standing over me with the axe in your hand? I always thought you liked going out with a bang." I say as i look up at him smirking with my red lipstick slightly smudged down my chin. "Well yeah know a beautiful girl like you shouldnt have her face ruined. That's why im going to chop off your head and keep it so i will always remember you babe."Maybe i should tell you why im going to be killed before he acutally commits it. My name is Lola. Lola...
By Redlegtiger Please remember that this is fantasy and anyone thinking that they should do these things in real life, deserve to be locked up and have the key thrown away and play sissy slut to their cell mate for eternity. If you are not at least 18 years of age please leave. Chapter 8, Karen’s Home Town Humiliation Begins While Darrell was watching television, Karen was Laying in the bed. It took a while but she finally started coming out of her daze. She had time to think about...
We left through the back door of the bar. The restaurant next door which opened onto a patio was closed, so we walked around the patio to reach the beach. The young marine didn't speak until we were out of the light. "The ocean is beautiful at night," he said. "Yes it is. It is also a very mysterious thing, the ocean. I suppose it always has been. Can you image what the earliest men though when they saw it. They probably had no way to comprehend it vastness. It must have seemed to them...
Hi friends , Wishing you all a happy and prosperous new year. Let us start the story I am trickyplayboy(name changed) from Trichy now working in chennai in an reputed mnc. For personal reasons i would be using changed names in this story.Girls and aunties ,please share your feedbacks to I am 25 year old guy from south india and was pursuing college . My height is 5″7 and my dick is 6″ in length and 2″ in girth.I am a good basketball player from my schooldays which eventually made many girls...
As I woke up, I realized I was between two very buxom women. Both had my head jammed between their bounteous breasts. Sue's were much larger than Beth's, but the big difference was how soft Beth's were compared to Sue's. Sue's had softened since she was pregnant, but not anywhere near Beth's. I wasn't going to start anything because one: I needed to pee really bad, and two: Beth was Sue's mom and Ben's lover. I slid down until I was freed from the enclave of four bigger than normal...
Unfinished Business Life went on that way for months and we all settled into a steady, though increasingly more hectic routine ... I was good at creating the promo shots for Bill's Swim Casuals ... so good in fact that Bill, seeing his business increase to the point it took all his time, got bored with it and wanted to get out of the day-day operations and use the substantial profits he'd made to get back into land development. So, without really giving me time to consider, he made me a...
Periwinkle Pink Part 4 By Cheryl Lynn This is a forced femininization fiction story and not for the sweet/sentimental reader. All standard disclaimers apply and may be downloaded for personal use only. Any other use strictly prohibited unless approved by the author. Comments are welcome at [email protected]. Periwinkle Pink Part 4 "Ten thousand, one hundred forty-two dollars and thirty-eight cents. That's all I have left of my money. School will cost me three...