10th Ki Ladki Ki Chut Mari
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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 her for a round of golf and a late lunch on the following day. I was sitting in the living room, right next to Mrs. Parsons when she made the phone call.
At first, it seemed that Mrs. Connor was saying she couldn't make it, but Mrs. Parsons kept her talking until she finally agreed to come play and eat with her. Mrs. Parsons could be very persuasive when she wanted to be. When she got off the phone, she turned and gave me one of her big hugs, telling me that she felt like everything was going to work out.
On Thursday, while her mother and Mrs. Parsons were playing golf, Brenda phoned me at home. She had to be careful speaking to me she said because Richard was at home too, and she didn't want him to know that she was calling me.
"Kenny, I'm so sorry for how everything turned out for you. I was so afraid you were going to tell my dad that it was my idea as much as yours. That would have really fixed things for me if you had. I didn't mean for him to find out anything, but I was so upset when I got home that I couldn't stop crying. My mother started asking me a lot of questions, and I wasn't thinking about what I was saying. I didn't know my dad was behind us listening, until it was too late. Are they really sending you away?"
"We have to wait for Mr. Chalmers to get back before anybody finds out. I might go to a boarding school instead though. What did you tell them we did?"
"I told my mother about what you said, about me not being a virgin. She asked me how that topic came up. I tried not to tell her, but she tricked it out of me, and I told her that you put your finger in me. That's when my dad started yelling and threatening to do terrible things to you. Before that, I didn't even know he was at home. It wasn't just you he was yelling things at either. He slapped Richard in the face three times, telling him he should have been there to protect me from you. He pushed my mother when she tried to make him calm down and stop hitting Richard. He said I was as big a slut as Claudia. He told me that if he found out that I had any part in leading you on, he was going to spank me until I couldn't stand up anymore. I never saw him so mad. He hit Mr. Parsons for no reason at your house. I think he was going after you when he did it."
"He must have forgotten that Mr. Parsons boxed in college. I saw him when he knocked your father down, but I didn't see your father when he punched Mr. Parsons. I saw his cut lip, and the blood though. I knew something was going to happen to us, Brenda. That's how it always is with me. I can't seem to not ruin things whenever something good comes along."
"I didn't get to play in the mixed with Ron either. I tried to call him, but he'd left already. I called the club later, and he had to withdraw. The Edgar's won again. My father won't let me even go to the club anymore, not unless he and my mother are with me. He says I've proved that I can't look out for myself. He told my mother they should just sell their membership and take up a different hobby, like fishing or camping or something. He's worried that Mr. Parsons is going to stop buying from him too. Is he?"
"I don't think so. He did tell me that he could get another supplier with five minutes of phone calls, but he was talking about if your father tried to hurt Mr. Parsons company by not delivering his order. He isn't going to do that is he?"
"Not hardly. He's trying to figure out some way to get back on Mr. Parsons good side again. I told you how afraid he gets about losing your family as a customer."
"It isn't the family's business anymore, because they sold it with the merger. Mr. Parsons just works there, except he's on vacation this week. I can't go to the club anymore either. No more golf lessons, or using the pool or the tennis courts. No more seeing you at all."
"Kenny I'm sorry that I got us both in trouble like this. If I knew this was going to happen, I'd have just told you the truth in the first place. It wouldn't have been as bad as this is."
"What do you mean?"
"About what you asked me. About it not hurting if that was my first time. When I was thirteen, Claudia and I both did something with our hairbrushes, the handles. Her handle fit up inside her, but mine hurt when I tried to push it in. She told me it felt a lot better up inside, and she showed me how to push it in me. After, it hurt a lot, and I bled on my hairbrush, and inside my panties too. I was mad at Claudia when she had me do that. She knew what would happen, and she wanted me to be like she was. That's why it didn't hurt when you did that."
"Was that when you stopped being friends with her?"
"No, that was later. She was supposed to come to our house to spend the day with me, but she spent the whole time in Richard's room, with Richard and Darryl. She knew if my mother came home early that we'd all get into trouble, but she did it anyway. That's when I stopped being good friends with her. We still say hi when we run into each other, and I've been talking to her on the phones sometimes, if she calls me, or if I need to ask her about something. We're just not good friends now."
"I wish you had told me about that hairbrush, Brenda."
"I do too now, but when you asked me that, I guess I got flustered. Plus, it's embarrassing, telling someone that I did that. It sounds pretty common to be doing that. I don't do it anymore."
"How come? Doesn't it feel good?"
"I guess it does. I do it sometimes, but only if I'm sure I'm all alone. With your fingers, you can just pull them away, and no one would know, but with a hairbrush, it could get stuck or something. I'd die if my mother walked into my room sometime when I was doing that."
"I don't see how it could get stuck. how big is it?"
"Not stuck, but if she came in at just the wrong time, like if I was just finishing? I might not be able to stop before she noticed what I was doing."
"That wouldn't be good."
"Now that I told you, are you mad at me?"
"No, I'm not mad. If you told me at the pool, I'd have been glad that it wasn't going to be me that had to hurt you the first time. It would be different if it was another boy who did that to you. I can't be too jealous of a hairbrush." We both laughed at that.
"I told my mother part of what really happened, the next day when we were both home alone. I told her it was me that let you do that. I didn't tell her about me seeing your snake though. You know what she told me?"
"No, what?"
"That she had been curious about seeing one too, back when she was a girl around my age. She said she got a boy to show her too... I asked her to tell me who, but she said it was a long time ago and it didn't matter now who it had been. I wonder if it was that Mr. Chalmers. I hope it wasn't."
"Mr. Parsons told me he got twenty two million dollars for his part of the company. Guess what else? He said Mrs. Parsons had ten times as much money as he does. That's two hundred and twenty million dollars. I think Mr. Chalmers must have as much or even more than Mrs. Parsons does, because he works too."
"God. I knew they were rich, but not like that. Where did it all come from?"
"I don't know. I think they always had it. Mr. Chalmers told me that he and his sister were both born rich. They're pretty old now, so I guess their money just kept growing. I told Mr. Parsons that he should give all his money to his wife, but he thinks I'm crazy."
"I do too. Why should he give her his money, especially if she already has so much?"
"I don't know. It was an idea I had. He could show her she's more important to him than his money is."
"Would you do that for me, Kenny? Give me your money to show me that?"
"You mean what I have now, or if I had twenty two million?"
"Twenty two million. What do you have now, fifty dollars?"
"About that, maybe a little bit more. It's the most I've ever had, and I'd give that to you if you asked me to. Twenty two million? I don't think so, but only because I'd prove that I loved you in other ways."
"I'd rather have the money. If you gave me the twenty two million, I'd split it with you."
"I'd rather have someone who loved me without me giving her my money."
"You don't have any money."
"That's what I've been telling you. I'm glad you finally believe me."
"But, you will have it someday, and you have everything right now, just like you were rich already."
"It's too late now, because they'll never let us see each other again anyway. Guess what else? Mr. Parsons offered to give me a million dollars if I can do something for him."
"A real million dollars?"
"I don't think he meant counterfeit, of course a real million."
"Are you going to do it?"
"I will if I can, but I won't take his money for that."
"You'd turn down a million dollars?"
"I don't need it. Didn't you already tell me a hundred times at least that I was rich already?"
"If we were married, Kenny, I'd make you take the money. We'd need it all for the nice house, and all the other things I'd want us to have."
"Brenda, if we were married, there'd be other things I'd want for us besides a nice house. If we were married, I'd have Mrs. Parsons let me move to the big guest room that Mr. Chalmers only uses once in awhile. My room now is pretty big, but that room is at least twice as big, and it has a balcony with a big sliding door. You can go out there and you can see everything from there. I bet I could see your house from out on that balcony."
"My mother would probably let me marry you if you had a million dollars. She cares about money more than I do. Maybe not more, but as much."
"Did she care about it when she was young like you and her father had a lot of it?"
"I don't know. Maybe not, because she says that people with a lot of it, they don't need to think about it, or worry about what things cost. That's what I want too, not to ever have to worry about money."
I think your mother is wrong. Rich people worry too. They pay people to make sure they don't get cheated. Mr. Parsons worries too. He worries about everything, plus he works all the time. He's on vacation right now, but he's in his study, working on something. Hans and Gerta live better lives than he does. Having money is just something else to worry about."
We talked for a little while longer before Brenda whispered that she had to hang up. I was glad she'd called me. The only thing wrong with talking to her, was that it made me miss her more than I had been. Talking to her gave me some hope. Mrs. Parsons was trying to fix things too. It was about twelve o'clock, and I was bored. I wished that I had my golf clubs, then I could go out in the back and hit some chips and pitches at least. It was still almost a week before Mr. Chalmers came back. I went to Mr. Parsons study and knocked on his door.
"Come."
"Sorry to disturb you. Is there someone I can call at the club to see if they can put my golf clubs in the trunk of Mrs. Parsons car when she gets done playing today?"
"Probably. Why don't you ask Hans to drive out and pick them up for you? If you can wait for a few minutes, I'll drive you out there myself. I'm almost finished with the new forecasts anyway."
"How come you work on vacation?"
"I wasn't working. I was reading. Bertie always tells me the same thing. I don't like novels or any of the drivel on the television. It is relaxing to me to read over reports and projections. I lets me keep my finger on the pulse of the business too. It isn't work. This is passive. Work is an activity."
"To me it looks like you're working. Today's Thursday. You have been in here everyday since you came home. You call it a study, but it's like your office when you are here. Don't you ever like to do something different?"
"Kenny, everyday it's different, new challenges, new opportunities. It is competition, and the stakes are so high at the level we're playing at. The past five months were exhilarating, from beginning to end. I was disappointed to have the merger over with, resigned to having it all slow back down to the former pace. Less than a week later, I get a phone call from New York, wanting to know whether my division would be able to absorb a new acquisition. We are a national presence now, not just a regional player. I feel like I've finally made it to the big leagues. I'm going to need to adjust my sights upward for the future."
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...
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...
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...
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...
The girls banished me from the house. Usually, I'm in charge of running the day-to-day things and keeping everything straight. It's all part of being the one of us who stays home. However, with company coming, the girls all went on a cleaning tear, because apparently I didn't do it right. Mimi and Geoff had originally invited us to come visit them, but the girls wanted to do it on their own terms and in a place that was familiar to them. So we invited our friends up to visit us for a...
You and I have been talking for a few days, and we meet up at a bar, for a couple of drinks. You know that I'm a hypnotist, but you're a skeptic on the whole 'being put in trance' thing. You don't really believe it's possible, but after hearing the stories I've told about my experiences, you accede that maybe it's possible for some people. It's not that you don't want me to have that kind of power over you, it's more that you need more information about the process. So, you ask me. "Can you...
“Enough is enough! I ’ave ’ad it with these motherfuckin’ trouser snakes on this motherfuckin’ plane!” Chas—only her mum called her Charlotte—spat the words out in a spray of cum the moment the tenth cock in as many minutes slid from her mouth. Its owner slumped, as limp as their spent member, legs splayed to bare the dribbling cunt beneath.“That’s cultural appropriation!” Dave called from the other aisle once his mouth was also cock-free. “I’m the hot black man—I should get to say that!” The...
MILFLEANING AGAINST A TREE at the top of a rise, Steven surveyed the land before him looking for a suitable place to camp. The knights had stopped to rest the horses in the middle of the afternoon, but Steven kept running ahead to prepare their evening camp. Below him a small river crossed the road and it appeared to be a frequent campsite for travelers along this way. It would certainly be appropriate for the knights. Steven looked back the way he had come and saw the knights in the distance...
That admirable man of business, Mr Fenton-Jones had shepherded the last of his charges into the coach, which then glided smoothly away on its journey to Little Sprodwell under Fosse and tea with his Aunt, the redoubtable Mrs Jenkinson, while the tourists drank in their fill of the fete and its lurid attractions. This lady had phoned him a minute or so before his departure to brief him on the latest developments and he had been able to assure the excited party that they would arrive shortly...
This is my first story so go easy on me, but any pointer for future are welcome; She sits back into the hot water, surrounded by the bubbles and the sweet smells of lotus flower and orange filling her nose, she allows herself to relax back in to the water further and rest her head. Her hands gently glide over her body, as she washes the stress of the day away, she hated her job in a delivery department of a manufacturing company, and she wasn’t sure why she was still there. She shakes her...
MasturbationI. Prison Blues and Familiar FacesBuzzed in and buzzed out,Cameras tracking shadow withGlass eye and red blinking lightOne last fuck-up, one lapse in judgmentTo send black ass backunder boot of man.No luck, no attempt,Just shuffling feet.Trading orange jumpers for denim and whites,A pair of Jordan’s no memory of owning,There’s a pocket worth of change and a broken watch,That skips back and forthTick, tock, four and sixFive years skipped, faded to nothingBehind concrete and ironHolding court...
HardcoreWell, try as I might, it appeared that I was powerless to stop the weekend from coming round again. I clearly wasn't going to acquire the ability to interrupt the space-time-continuum by sitting in my bedroom watching Dr Who and Back to the Future. Once more it was Saturday morning and, once more, I was expected at the salon to fulfil my loosely defined duties as the salon assistant. It seemed that I was being employed not just to do general errand running and some menial salon based...
I had a c***dhood friend (Matt James) whose parents owned a condo at Sugar and Matt invited me on many ski weekends. Usually Matt's older sister brought a friend as well and everyone would ski except for his mother who preferred to read and relax rather than braving the wind, ice, and cold. Matt's Mom was nice looking with big boobs. She was not overweight but was stocky with muscular legs. She was a gymnast when she was younger and while she was not small I always found her very attractive....
The voice was very clear and after long seconds he was able to tell that it was Nika talking to him. He then recalled the raft, the rapids, and the falling sensation. How could they be still alive after that fall he thought? Was it possible to survive such an ordeal? "What happened? Where are we?" "We are on big, big river. I thought you gone to spirit world." Vincent managed to turn his head slowly. Everywhere he looked there was water. They were on a large body of water either a lake...
I am going to deviate from my normal agenda of posting my college adventures and post something that happened this past fall in 2010. Earlier that day my fiancée and I had three other couples over to watch our favorite college football team one Saturday afternoon. Our team lost and killed the social mood, so soon after the game everyone went home. Later my fiancée, Jennifer, and I went out to eat, but ever since the game had ended I was in such a bad grumpy mood over the loss that Jennifer...
Indeed, six days later saw the three of them inspecting a comfortable cabin on board the Amelia Anne. The ship was a solidly built clipper, constructed to give passengers a maximum of comfort, and Sir Anthony had personally inspected it to the amusement of the Captain. Since the hurricane season had not ended yet, they would take a northern route, and the captain expected the crossing to take five to six weeks. On the first days of the journey out of Southampton, they were indeed favoured by...
I am a MILF Hunter. Now although I do occasionally fuck some young college girls my age, I focus on women of experience. Now I should note, not to brag or anything, I am very blessed. I am 6 foot 2, 220 pounds of pure muscle, black hair, brown eyes and a very respectable 8 and a half inch cock. I was an all star receiver in my high school career and was very popular. Now in my fourth year of college, I am a starter for my college football team and have dated many very hot women in my past, but...
This story has been kicking around in my subconscious for years but it has taken a long time to get it on to paper. I will warn readers now that the story takes some darker paths latter on and hopefully some unexpected turns. Although still a work in progress the story arc is complete and hard to move. This is my first submitted story so please provide your feedback and input. I am a slut for public opinion. Special thanks to Rezai Balo for helping edit the story and bring it...
Hi my name is Mal. Thats short for Malheureux, its a french name, but i'm irish so I have no idea what it means. Needless to say my parents are hippies. I grew up in Hilsborough NJ, a rich town, some farms, pretty much all white kids with time on thier hands. Right now I live in a dorm at rutgers university in newbrunswick, a hop skip and jump from my home town, yet a world apart. It's a city, it's dirtier, poorer and lots more fun. At home in hilsborough, I was such a good kid. Something...
THE ITALIAN WEDDING I was a very happy man. My wonderful girlfriend and I had been dating for over a year. So we decided to get married.There was only one little thing bothering me.. It was her beautiful younger sister, Sofia.My prospective sister-in-law was twenty-two, wore very tight miniskirts, and generally was Bra-less.She would regularly bend down when she was near me. I always got more than a nice view.It had to be deliberate. She never did it around anyone else.One day she called me and...
Slowly, Ling eased herself down on John’s cock. A shudder of excitement went through her body as his cock filled her cunt. She leaned forward and kissed Kelly while Kelly rubbed her cunt on John’s mouth. The women caressed each others breasts with tenderness and love. They each knew how the other liked to be touched. John was busy licking Kelly’s cunt as it dripped nectar into his mouth. He was overwhelmed by the sensations. He enjoyed performing oral sex so much that he could almost orgasm...
The cabin really isn't. We called it that. The family. Hell, I still call it that. But it isn't. It's sort of an apartment at best, on top of an old concrete garage. But I love it. The cabin is an almost square box of boring grey concrete, with large, inappropriate multi-pane windows. Sets of nine green wooden frames that somehow fit with the industrial vibe outside. A small wooden deck sits at the back of the box, with outside stairs down to the real world. Through the big windows you...