ReginaldChapter 19
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“It all seemed to happen so fast. Can you tell me if things are normal, or should I be worried?
She concentrated on getting her car ready and started before answering.
“Normal, but with complications. A bit too much marginal bleeding for my liking. Post-partum bleeding can be dangerous after the baby arrives, but with this patient I think I got the initial bleeding halted temporarily. I told the hospital what I had done and her blood group, as she may need a transfusion if there is a lot of bleeding, but I don’t believe we have a worrying situation in our hands; up to a litre of blood loss is normal and doesn’t need a transfusion.
She has marginal previa, which means that the placenta is attached lower down in the womb than it should be, but not interfering with the cervix. With her being an older mother, the risks of bleeding are higher, but the hospital are prepared for the problem, and will be able to cope.”
Reginald wanted to ask more, but she indicated that her attention had to be on her driving, so he held back. He could ask his questions at the hospital. Mrs Normandale was not driving fast, as she was not the primary caregiver at the hospital end. She would be able to offer personal knowledge of the mother’s medical condition and general background.
She contributed at times as she drove, speaking from memory, “There is not much available literature on Pakistani immigrants giving birth here. What data exists is mainly related to the US, but in general, certain problems are a little more pronounced in Pakistani women, and birth weight of their babies tends to be on the low side, but these mothers experience fractionally less depression afterwards, compared to Europeans. Most of the data I have found relate to Muslim women, but your Jessica is a Christian, isn’t she?”
“She is, but most of her cultural background is just as bad as it can be for Muslim women; worse in some respects, as Christians are a persecuted minority there. She was rescued from an abusive marriage in England some time back, so in some ways she feels giving me a child is a ‘thank-you’; not that we ever sought a thank-you. I think she just wanted another child while she was able to have one.”
“Well, from my sight of her, she has a few years left of fertility if she wants more. Having babies later in life tends to lead to delayed menopause, according to some studies, but others refute this. The only good guide is her mother’s age at menopause. It has a habit of staying similar down the generations.” She stopped talking as she entered the hospital precincts and began looking for any staff parking; parking was always a nuisance unless you had a blue disabled badge, and even then the allocated spaces were often full. At last she got a space and parked the car.
“Here we are. Follow me, Mr Robertson, and we will find out where Jessica is; probably in the birth room.”
She went ahead to confirm Jessica’s location and progress, and came back to tell Reginald, “She is in the birth room, but the doctors are with her and don’t want to be disturbed until they are satisfied with her.
In the meantime, we can get you into a hospital gown, mask and cap before you will be allowed in. Use the hand cleansing gel before you start, and use it again once you have it all on. Our birthing room is a high sterility environment for obvious reasons.”
Eventually Reg was allowed in to support Jessica, after he confirmed to the staff that he was her ‘partner’, and the baby’s father. He said nothing about marriage.
Jessica was delighted to have him there at last.
He murmured to her, “How are you coping, Jessica?”
“The doctors were worried for a while, but they seem relaxed now.”
“I am surprised you were able to concentrate on them at this juncture!”
“I am using the world outside me as a focus of concentration, rather than my internal stresses and pain. It seems to work.”
“Well, feel free to concentrate on me, my lovely Jessica.”
“Flattery, Reg? I am not lovely.”
“To me, you are lovely. To me, Frances is lovely, Freda is lovely, Erika is lovely; so you should understand that you are lovely too.”
“What? At my age?”
“Yes, at your age. Age does not make a woman less attractive. A lovely woman merely mellows with age. You are only in your thirties, my darling lady, so age has truly not had much chance to affect your visage. I still want to kiss you right now.”
He leaned over and tenderly kissed her on the lips. “Concentrate on that, my love.”
He took her hand and held it gently, but as another contraction hit her, she grabbed it tightly. “Ouch! Damn it! - if I may, Reg.”
“Swear all you want, Jessica. In your position, I would be swearing all the time, wanting this to be over – which I do.”
“You are a lovely man, Reg. No wonder your girls love you. Ouch!”
The contractions were speeding up, Reg recognised. “Have your waters burst yet?”
“A little while ago. That would be why you weren’t allowed in earlier. The doctors were glad to have that out of the way. Mrs Normandale?”
“Yes, dear?”
“I think we have action.”
The midwife peered in closely at Jessica’s vagina. “You are right; dilation much increased. Time to get your doctor back.” She pressed the call button by the bed, and in half a minute he was there.
“Ready for me?” he asked.
“See for yourself, doc.”
He took his own look and nodded, “Yes, the head is starting to show. Good. Mr Robertson, please stay out of the way while we work on your lady. Just hold her hand; leave everything else to us.”
Reg moved back, out of the way, retaining his grasp of Jessica’s hand. True to her word, the actual birth speeded up and within a couple of hours, the baby boy had slid out of Jessica and started complaining about the world. Despite the relatively quick birth, she was exhausted by the birth effort and then expelling the afterbirth.
After the formal weighing, the cleaned-up baby was laid on her breast and seemed pleased with himself as he started to suck. Jessica looked up at Reg.
“I am no longer so sure I want more children, Reg. I had forgotten how painful it can be. I will need to think on it for a while.”
“You have done well, Jessica. No need for anything more. You have shown what a great woman you are; no-one could ask for more. What do you want to call him?”
“I think Rex would suit the son of Reginald, for they both mean the same thing: king.” She smiled as she continued, “I looked up the name Reginald and found that.”
Reginald smiled in his pleasure.
“Rex it shall be, Jessica: Rex Robertson on his birth certificate.”
Soon afterwards, the midwife advised him that it would be best if Jessica got a chance of a decent sleep while her satisfied son rested in the crib beside her.
“I will be around for a while, watching her for any adverse reactions such as bleeding, but you can do nothing more for now. You should go back to the hotel and I will phone if you are needed at all. The nurses’ station will inform you about their rules for visitors.”
Jessica heard this, so when Reg tried to apologise for leaving, she told him, “Mrs Normandale is right: I need a good rest, so you go back and tell everyone the happy news about our son. I think, I hope, he has all the right parts in the right places.” She glanced at the midwife, who smiled and nodded, “He is a complete boy, Jessica.”
Reg stood to leave, then remembered he had come with the midwife. “I’ll get a taxi back to the hotel,” he told the lady. “I will brag to the driver, and bore him stiff about my new son.”
His arrival at the hotel was greeted with demands for news.
“We have a little boy, and both mother and baby are well. Jessica tells me he is to be named Rex. That means king, so nothing to do with names for dogs! She told me that Reginald also means king, which surprised me: I have never thought about its origin; it was just the name my parents gave me.”
Erika giggled, “Well, you are king of this family whether you like it or not.”
After Reg dealt with all the extra questions about Jessica and the actual birth, he was ready to relax; but Frances wanted to tell him something.
“Reg, Freda got the hotel manager to phone the manager of the store we want to investigate, to let him know our company was interested in checking his store’s viability. The manager got worried and insisted that head office give approval before he allowed anyone to get sight of his financial data. She got the contact details and emailed their head office in London, stating who we were and our reputation for honest dealing, with a copy of our standard contract; and encouraging them to look us up in the business media.
She got a reply before very long, giving permission to look, but not touch. “That means we can look at the data in-store, but not take printouts or anything that we could perhaps take away. That will be to prevent unknown outsiders getting to the data. We deal with the manager, and he reports back to head office on our findings. We will also make our own report, as you know.”
“So when does she go?” asked Reg.
“She is there now,” Frances told him. “She will be able to talk legal terminology and financial jargon enough to convince him she is not an innocent young lady. He has been told she is Mrs Robertson, an executive of Recovery Enterprise Group.
Freda will have a look at the computer data available to the manager, and draw her own conclusions from what she finds. I know we can rely on Freda to do a good job.”
Reginald was pleased with progress.
“Great. I’ll leave it with you ladies. Now, I feel exhausted, just having watched what Jessica was going through. I know it has happened a good few times already, but the tension and worry always drains me. I may not be going through the pain and physical effort, but the mental and emotional stress on the father is extremely tiring, as I have told you before. Any chance I can get a glass of strong drink to help me sleep, Frances? Perhaps a shot of a good malt?”
Frances looked over to Erika and asked, “Can you get that for our husband, Erika dear? Hotel bar choices are often limited, but try Glenfiddich, if they have it, otherwise Glendronach or Glenlivet; failing that, Highland Park. They surely have one of these. They most likely won’t stretch to the new Wolfburn from Thurso in the far north of Scotland, but if they happen to have it, put it on the company slate as a customer relations asset. Reg needs to try some of the best to develop his palate, so he can talk to clients socially with a decent level of knowledge of whisky.”
Reginald sank back into a comfy armchair and closed his eyes, before they opened wide when Frances kissed him with passion.
“What’s that for?” he questioned her.
“Just a reminder that I will be wanting to start work on our second child soon, darling. Jimmy won’t be our only child, my man; will he?”
“You won’t find me refusing, Frances my love.”
“And don’t fall asleep. Your malt whisky should be on its way shortly. What does Jessica’s son look like? Asian or European, or a bit of both? And his colouring; what is it like?”
“Seeing him right after the birth, he looked to me more like a monkey, but then all new-born babies have that look. Give him a couple of days and I can give you a better impression, but knowing you, you’ll be up there at visiting times to see for yourself, even if only to compare him to Jimmy!”
“And why not? They both have the same daddy, so I expect some similarities. Did you notice how much Hermione’s son looks like Jimmy? I think it would be wise to keep such similarities hidden from Mr and Mrs Robson’s gaze.”
“Ah, yes. That would be advisable. We should prepare for that possibility with some story about it indicating that the father must have been of a similar build and look to me; and that such a description fits about half the male population of the country, for I am fairly nondescript.”
“Reg? Compared to me, you are beautiful.”
“Thanks Frances, but you are beautiful to me as well. You are also a wonderful woman, a great wife, and a tremendous mother.”
“As are Freda and Erika, Reg,” she insisted.
“I can’t disagree with you. In fact, as far as I am concerned, all of you girls could not be better women. Life without you would be miserable.”
“Not just with your lovely children?”
“No, most definitely not. The children are a welcome bonus, my darling Frances, but you girls mean the world to me. In fact, you girls ARE my world. Just imagine if I had not met you: I would have been the lone Reg of the university, the forever singular Reg, because I couldn’t cope with meeting people and socialising with them.”
“And just as much, we would have been the three ugly sisters that every man would have steered clear of; never to find a man of vision like you.”
“Life is complicated, Frances, and I am complicated in my own way; I am sure of that. I am delighted that life threw you in my direction to make me what I now am!”
“Allow me to correct you. I, not life, threw myself in your direction!” She smiled and kissed him again.
At the store, Freda had been welcomed by the manager, Frederick Scaife, when she offered her Recovery Enterprise Group calling card.
“Head Office said you would be coming. I wasn’t expecting such a young lady though.”
“I am a happily married woman with a child, I would have you know, sir. Now, please lead me to your admin computer so that I can examine your accounts. I have certain suspicions about their accuracy, for as my mother says, ‘You can do anything with accounts!’ She is a professional accountant, by the way. That is why I do not believe anything of a financial nature until I see it with my own eyes.”
Scaife told her, “Well, you are welcome to look over our accounts, but I assure you they are accurate. We simply have more outgoings than income at this present time.”
He led her to his office, which he shared with his part-time admin manager. He explained that Freda would not be interrupted as his admin woman, Miss Jenkins, was not due in today.
Freda settled down in the comfortable computer chair while he quickly brought up the accounts spreadsheet. She spent the next half-hour reading it, becoming more perplexed as time went on. The figures showed no indication of being tampered with in any way that she could see. The only anomaly appeared to be a higher percentage of costs taken up by staff salaries than what, to her, would be usual, but she didn’t know about store management.
Before she started asking questions, she switched on her smart phone to record everything said, as a precaution in case the manager was in on the scam.
She asked about staff costs, and the manager said that he interviewed and appointed all staff, so that he knew the data was genuine. He just passed it to the admin woman to input, then he checked that it was accurate, especially with numerals like N.I. number and bank account for payment.
“We have standard pay scales for full time, part-time, and relief workers, so they are all paid according to these scales. I know that they are all on the correct scales for their posts.”
Freda went back to the accounts, and looked in more detail about staff payments. Finally she had a question, to clear her mind.
“How often do you employ relief staff, Mr Scaife?”
“Somewhat irregularly; mostly to cover when a member of staff goes off sick or has a bereavement or other family problem and can’t come to work. We call in our relief staff at that point. They are on standby for such duty; not quite the ‘zero hours’ ploy, for they are on standard rates. They can refuse work without any comeback, and we call in the next on the list. Everyone seems happy with the arrangement.”
“So a relief person would be called in fairly infrequently?”
“Of course. That is why relief workers are the best solution for us. Otherwise, we would be asking part-timers to do extra hours, and often the hours would clash with their normal work pattern. We work with the simplest solution, and relief staff are cheaper overall as well, as they have minimal job rights compared to the permanent staff. Head Office leaves the local manager to juggle staff engagement to suit the local store’s needs.”
“I see. That makes sense, except that Jane Edwards seems to be working an awful lot for a relief worker.”
“Who?”
“Jane Edwards.”
“That name doesn’t ring a bell, sorry. Must have slipped my mind. I’ll check her out later.”
Freda said nothing, but continued her trawl through the records of relief staff until she said, “Georgina Smith.”
“Georgina Smith? What about her?”
“How often do you call her in?”
“I don’t do the calling in. I tell the admin woman of the need, and she phones up the relief staff until she finds one available for the hours.”
“She seems to be called in a great deal. Can you explain why? I would have thought someone who is working here a lot would be known to you.”
“Georgina Smith? No, I don’t recall her; I can’t know all our relief staff that well.”
“Do you have a permanent member of staff who would know the reliefs?
“Naturally. Mrs Broadbent is familiar with all our staff.”
“In that case, do you mind calling her in here to answer a couple of simple questions?”
Scaife shrugged his shoulders and used the store announcement system to call, “Would Mrs Broadbent come to the manager’s office please?”
It took several minutes before a buxom middle-aged lady appeared, breathless.
“Sorry, Mr Scaife. I was sorting out a problem at one of the tills. What can I do for you?”
“Please answer a couple of staff questions for this young lady.”
Mrs Broadbent glanced at Freda, then frowned. “You seem rather young, my dear, to be involved in the business. What do you want to know?”
“Simply information on a couple or relief staff.”
“Oh, that is easy. Who?”
“Jane Edwards.”
“Jane Edwards? Jane Edwards? Sorry, you have lost me. The only Edwards we have is a Charles Edwards. Who is Jane Edwards?”
“One of your relief staff fairly regularly employed here.”
“No way! I have never heard of her. You must have that wrong.”
“How about Georgina Smith?”
“The name means nothing to me. She has never worked for us, I can tell you. I would have recognised a name like Georgina.”
Freda smiled sweetly and told her, “Thank you, Mrs Broadbent. You have been most helpful.”
The woman looked questioningly at Scaife for advice, but he said nothing, so she left to get back to her supervisory duties. Freda gazed at Scaife accusingly.
“Who inputs staff data, Mr Scaife?”
“Miss Jenkins has that responsibility. She adds and removes staff information as directed.”
“Well, she seems to have added imaginary staff to our records, and so ensures that they get paid. Let’s see what bank accounts their salaries are paid into.”
She manipulated the computer to show data pages for each member of staff. Surprise, surprise! Both these imagined staff had the same bank account in the same bank.
“Mr Scaife, if you go through all your records and pick out all those that have this particular bank account against their names, I suggest that all the names will be for non-existent staff. We don’t know yet how many imaginary staff are on your books. Totalling up all the salary payments to that account will identify how much you are losing to fraudulent accounting by Miss Jenkins and how many false staff records are involved.
I suspect the losses will be in the tens of thousands of pounds per year. How long has she been doing this job, sir?”
“Oh, let me see ... about five years, at a rough guess.”
“With some simple forensic accounting, we should be able to identify your total losses to her benefit over the years. Perhaps a call to the local police headquarters might be in order, Mr Scaife? If you are on good terms with the manager of the bank she uses for that account, you might be able to get the account frozen before she can empty it – which she will do the minute she realises we are on to her.”
“Let me check that account ... ah yes; a local branch. I know the manager through our Scarborough Business Association. I will ring him now, to put him in the picture.”
He did so, and was told in response by the shocked banker that ‘for technical reasons’ the account would immediately become unusable for an indeterminate period; that period being clarified by the progress of the police investigation.
“Right. That is sorted, Mrs Robertson. That was quick work on your part. Are you always so efficient with your investigations?”
“Not at all. Sometimes we have to explore various departments of a company or organisation to establish where the losses are occurring. A clever fraudster tries to cover his tracks; sometimes by making the payments apparently come from another member of staff, rather than him; sometimes by using a bank account with an identity of almost exactly the same name as the company that apparently is being paid. Most accounting investigators might miss at first glance a slight change of name, by assuming it to be merely a typing slip: such things happen with appalling regularity.
Ask your friend what name the suspect account has attached to it. Is it one of the imaginary staff, Miss Jenkins herself, or some new name?”
Intrigued at this thought, Scaife phoned his friend again and asked that question. He was told ‘Miss Geraldine Jenkins”, and he thanked his friend before bursting out laughing as soon as he put the phone down.
“She used an account in her own name, the stupid bitch!” he gloated.
Freda remarked sweetly, “But she was clever enough to defraud you for some years, Mr Scaife, so she is not stupid, merely careless, to assume no-one would find out. Up until now, no-one has.”
He sobered up. “That is true. The auditors didn’t spot the fraud either. That was not clever of them, was it?”
“Perhaps not, but you are possibly misunderstanding the job of an auditor. An auditor’s task is to check that a company is operating according to standard and current accounting law and practice. Your accounts are most definitely up to scratch in that respect. The additional staff listed would not be recognised by an auditor as a fraud. The details were all logged correctly for each individual, so that they had a presence as would be expected; it is just that the individual does not exist, which the auditor would not be in a position to know.
It is only people such as Recovery Enterprise Group that have the suspicious minds to ask the right questions. Talking of our company, might it be appropriate for you to report back to your Head Office on my initial findings?”
“I will, as soon as I can work out an approximation of the annual losses through fraud that has now been stopped, so that they can see that this store should still be a viable operation.”
“As soon as you have done that, Mr Scaife, would you copy that information over to me at the email addy on the card? I am available for any other aspects of this fraud where you think I might help. Our fees are based on savings achieved, not the amount of time we spend on the task, so if you need more assistance, please ask.”
“I have taken note of that offer, Mrs Robertson. I have never had occasion to deal with a company that was so willing to give extra help at no charge. Thank you.”
Freda declared, “I think I can leave you to deal with your Miss Jenkins and the police, sir, so I shall go back to my hotel and make out my report on our dealings for sending to your Head Office. Don’t forget I need the data on salaries and wages that you have been defrauded of, so that I can include that in my report.”
As she walked back to the hotel, she pondered her discoveries, and began considering the second store, one in a different chain. Could it be suffering a similar scam, she wondered. Then she had an unexpected brainwave. Miss Jenkins was working part-time: what if the same Miss Jenkins was working part-time in the other store too? That must be checked out.
When she walked in, every other member of her party wanted to tell her about Jessica’s baby, and she got involved in that saga, so it was an hour later before she got back to asking questions. First she told Frances what she had found, then asked, “Frances, do you happen to know if any of our group knows who the finance staff are at the second store?”
“I don’t think so, Freda. Does it matter? It is a different chain.”
“It does if the store’s staff includes a Miss Jenkins.”
Frances stared at her for a moment till the penny dropped, then she yelled, “Prudence! I need you.”
Wherever she had been, Prudence made an appearance beside Frances pretty quickly.
“Yes? What’s the rush, Frances?”
“You did the most work on the second store before we will finally speak to them. Did you get any staff names in their office?”
“No. I didn’t think it was needed.”
“It is now. Phone them and ask the names of the manager and his office team: make it sound like standard operating procedure before a visit by us.”
“Right. Will do.”
She vanished as quickly as she appeared. In less than five minutes she was back, and reeled off the names of the office staff to Frances on the assumption that Frances was the instigator.
Freda stopped her in mid-flow.
“Stop. Repeat that last one.”
“Geraldine Jenkins.”
Freda exclaimed, “Ah. My guess was right.”
“What?” Prudence was confused, and looked between France and Freda. Freda gave her the answer.
“Miss Geraldine Jenkins. Let me guess: a part-time admin worker; she inputs to the computer all the staff details after appointment.”
“Yes. How did you know?”
“She has a similar post in the other store, and was robbing them blind with fake staff, whose pay went straight to her own bank account.”
“Wow! You means she is probably doing the same for the other store?”
“I am almost certain. She knew she was on to a good thing. She has been defrauding the other store for years. How long has she been with your store?”
“I didn’t ask, sorry.”
Freda said to Frances, “You should get on to their head office and offer our standard contract, paid only if we can save them a packet. After we get that fixed up, you go there and check their computer records when Miss Jenkins is NOT on duty. You should find a number of part-time or relief staff that don’t actually exist but are being paid to their bank account – which is actually Miss Jenkins’ account.
Next, when it comes to visiting the store, tell the manager you want to examine the computer with him present, and no-one else. That should mean she is out of the way when you find the fraud. Don’t rush straight to it; first check all the standard records for the store’s business dealings. They are probably correct, but you don’t want to be seen going directly towards fake staff; that would be too telling, in case the manager is in on the scam. The other one wasn’t, but this one might be. Watch out for signs of that when you ask to see staff records. Tell him the level of staff costs is on the high side of expectations, so you have to see if he is overpaying them or possibly employing too many staff or some other possibility that you can’t know in advance. Keep the staff search general until you see a person getting too many hours paid, in relation to her responsibility, and probably called in too many times.”
Prudence was offended.
“But if we already know all this, shouldn’t we just tell them?”
“Prudence this is business; and anyway we don’t KNOW any of this. It is just supposition based on a store in another chain. We have to prove that our supposition is accurate, and we must go about it in a professional way. Right, Freda?”
“Right, Frances. It is not our fault that they allowed themselves to be defrauded. It is our business to bring such frauds to light, and profit from our expertise. We had to do the research at the beginning, which made us suspect a problem at these two stores.”
“I suppose so,” Prudence grudgingly accepted.
Frances insisted, “It all came about through our excellent staff training exercise, Prudence. You have to see that. It takes a fair amount of staff time and effort to unearth these scams. We deserve recompense for all our efforts. That is the basis of our whole company’s existence!”
Prudence finally saw what Frances was getting at, and accepted this rationale.
“Right. I am with you now. Will you contact their head office and clear the decks for me, so that I am expected when I turn up at the door?”
“Yes, I’ll do that, and send them a copy of our contract for them to peruse before giving us the go-ahead. They have nothing to lose, for it is a ‘no win, no fee’ contract.”
Prudence checked her watch.
“Time is short for today, but you can do the emailing, and ket them reply in the morning, Frances.”
“You want me to get work done, when I could be at the hospital to see Jessica? You are a hard taskmaster, Prudence, but for you, I’ll do it. Reg, when are the visiting times? Tell the others while I get this job attended to.”
“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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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,...
The following morning Dana was sitting in her kitchen, wondering if she should call Mary Ellen, when there was a light tap at her door. She looked up and saw Mary Ellen open the door and come in. She couldn't read the expression on her friend's face and felt a sudden rush of dread. "Good morning," she whispered. "Good morning," Mary Ellen answered in a non-committal tone as she walked over and got herself a cup of coffee. Dana couldn't tell her mood from her voice or her expression....
Chapter 3 "Fuck!" you say "God i need that so much, now slam that pussy you big horny bastard!" I pull out all the way, then ram it back in again, holding again for a second or two, then all the way out again and plunge it back in again harder and harder each time. Each thrust deep inside your aching pussy. "Oh yes.............thats it big boy...............pound that naughty girl...............fuck that tight little pussy...........God yeah" I begin to quicken my pace and the depth of my...
It was late on a Friday night, and I was sitting in my room in college, trying to get to grips with my latest creative writing assignment. We had to write a narrative using a regional dialect, either from within the UK or (in deference to the many foreign students who hadn’t been further out of London than the first-year lit trip to Stratford-upon-Avon) another English-speaking nation. According to my friend Sally, who’d done the option last year, this tended to lead to a lot of bad attempts...
Hello all. Let me introduce myself as this is my first story. This is Paritosh here. I am from Indore, M.P. Height 6 feet 3 inch, weight 90 kgs, age 25 years old. Well built with dick size 6 inch. Now lets come to the story. I was an active guy and has always been in sports like swimming, tennis. Now I started to build muscles. So I started to hit the gym on a regular basis since last 3 years. This story is about a girl whom I met in the gym and started dating. I ended up having sex a lot of...
Time: July 4, 8244 4:00 PM At sunset I broke up my meeting with my council and wandered into another communications room which was in contact with the civilian section of Babylon. I moment later I was addressing a CL-2 militia Priest who was near Babylon's primary train terminal. It clearly looked as if he wanted to kneel before me, but current law discouraged that. He called me by my name instead and stood there trembling. "Name?" I asked, trying to look friendly. "Nusrat, oh Servant...
I was upstairs when Linda arrived. Kelly had teased me about how much Linda and I had enjoyed ourselves during our forfeit session with Janet the other time and had admitted that she had got a buzz out of it too. Being the plaything of, not only my girlfriend, but her delicious redhead friend of course appealed to me, so when Kelly suggested Linda join us for another "game" I was all for it. Mind you, now it came to it I was more nervous! I heard the girls chatting and laughing as I arrived...
Joe stands behind Caroline as she sits at the table writing. He lifts her long hair to one side to uncover the nape of her neck, kisses it gently before saying, "Tell me again, Caz. Tell me how his cock tasted.""I've an essay to finish," Caroline says, her pen moving quickly across the page."Please, Caz. It won't take long. I've got a hard-on just thinking about him having you like that."It's five nights since Caroline's visit to Dammartin Manor. This evening she's sat at home doing coursework...
Wife LoversLauren, her elder Son and her daughter ended up having an all night threesome sex, although it was sudden, but each had a plan on his/her head of it ahead of time, read and enjoy [email protected]
IncestI had just gotten off the phone with Karen. Since John's passing, we had passed each other in the house and elsewhere, without talking. She was heads down trying to run a business while leaving me to grieve. The market was still climbing, and it was up forty points from the time when we decided that she would start selling. She said, "Britt do you still think the market will crash?" "We still have some time to go, but I hope it crashes. Just stick to the plan." "I am. I hate it that...
Private Video Ruined Bubble-butt teen Aria Michaels decides to make a sexy video for her lonely boyfriend who’s away on business. Just as she’s getting into the act, Creeper calls and tells her what a slut she is. She brushes him off and even dares him to come after her. In flash Creeper yanks her off the bed and the brutal bdsm action begins for this naive slut. After relentlessly pounding her tight teen pussy, teasing her pierced nipples and spanking her big fat ass red he blasts...
xmoviesforyouThe Shifter By JRD Chapter 1 Peter Wilkins pulled himself out of the mud where he had been dumped. As a small boy, only five foot, four inches, he was a regular target of boys like David Lewis and his football buddies. He looked up and saw David and his crew walking off, laughing at Peter's predicament. As they left, Peter was sure he saw Jessica Lowe looking back at him with a bit of regret. As kids, he and Jessica had been best friends, but those times were now long past....
Early the next morning found Ayden and Michael riding out to the guild's grounds. Knowing that it was a bit out from town, they started just before daybreak to see what was there between the town and the guild. Surprisingly there wasn't anything to see. As they rode they thought back about the night before. They found it strange that when they decided to go out and see a little of the town, and what their other options were for dinner, they found Maryanne and her cute friend Drava, both...
For years I have been super attracted to this checkout clerk. I have never had the guts to tell her I wanted to have a chance to have my way with her (not exactly in those words to her) I’d go there and buy something, have small chit chat with her and leave. This had been going on for years. Finally on this night I grew a pair and asked her out for coffee. She said yes, which made my cock flinch because I know I’d be fucking this woman tonight. She is a mature Bbw. When I say Bbw I mean Bbw....
Adorable, 21-year-old beauty Charlotte Cross auditions for director Mike Adriano’s perverse brand of anal video. This stunning brunette unveils perfect, all-natural titties, sucks a massive dildo and shows off the fat butt plug buried in her round ass. Mike tongues Charlotte’s gaping anus. She takes the director’s giant cock to the back of her throat, gagging and drooling. After his thick prick plunges in and out of her well-lubed rectum, sweet Charlotte eagerly slurps his...
xmoviesforyouAuthor's note: All characters except for the original characters belong to Koei. The original characters, however, belong to me. Hello and welcome, John Doe! This is the Dynasty Warriors Virtual Reality Simulation, a sister project to Samurai Warriors Virtual Reality Simulation. In this simulation you can fuck any of the numerous men (if you're female) & women (if you're male) from the Dynasty Warriors series. (see add new thread for more information)
A group of us got together just to have sex. To begin, there were three guys and one lady. Later in the afternoon, two bigirls joined us. There was no need for any of us to be shy, so when we arrived at the motel around 1, we got a room with two beds, and got naked as soon as all four of us got there. A little about us first. I am 6’3” tall, weight 250 lbs., have a 6” cock and pretty thick. The second guy, (we will call Rick), is 6’ tall, weighs about 200 lbs., has an 8” penis. The third guy...
Belatedly, late Sunday night, Paul contacted Jemison and made arrangements to be away from WNUT-AM until further notice. Maybe the old manager, from Chillicothe, Ohio, could be brought back, temporarily. He would call the radio school sometime on Monday to notify them that he would be unavailable for classes, probably forever. The Silverthorn family had arrived back in the hospital early Monday morning. Like Paul, they looked worried and drawn, but everyone had gotten at least some...
Although this is not a sequel to my earlier story involving Katie, it is a continuation of my sexual adventures from that point. Please note it is not necessary to read the first story before this one. But just so you know, Katie was a cougar that I met online and lost my virginity to. On with this story! *** With that first encounter, I realized that my experiences with Katie had just begun. We met...
Bob and Katelyn were sitting out back holding hands and looking cute by the time Phil and Hailey changed into swimwear. Hailey informed them that Emma Thomas would be coming out, too, so the official couples’ day would include a spare. Katelyn shot Hailey a dark look at the word “couple” but Bob squeezed her hand lightly. She glanced over and saw he was not at all unhappy with the designation so she relented on the death stare. Hailey appeared completely unfazed anyway. Tiffany and Molly...
Saturday morning I had to work at the pharmacy, so I got up earlier than I would have liked. I really enjoy sleeping in on the weekends, but I wanted the hours at the store so I could make some money. I was manning the counter as usual when I started to think about the time that Natalie Davis had come in and given me a blow job right there at the counter. That was one of the hottest things I had ever seen, let alone been a part of. Just the thought of that day made me start to get a hard-on....
Part 1. [by Anna] It took me a while to even consider to write about these incidents that happened over 25 years ago. But my brother was rather persistent till I finally gave in. After starting over again and again twenty times I realized that it is still difficult for me to talk about that time period and our involvement. Mainly, because describing it accurately means obviously to relive it in a way. I found out that I was afraid to do that. This chapter was long closed for me. Staring at...
TYRELL 6:00p.m. Dinner went great. No more hounding questions at the dinner table. Everyone ate and was stuffed. Big Momma and Jasmine got up, cleared the dinner plates and went into the kitchen. She brought back the hot peach cobbler from the oven and a bucket of vanilla ice cream. She served everyone their portions and returned to the kitchen. “Why don’t we take our dessert into the living room, Rell and Jas.” my step dad suggested. Jas and I looked at each other and got up. She walked behind...
Erotic"Damned Construction", Nadia thought as her GPS directed her to turn off the expressway. She already had a long day at work, as the project she left work a good four hours later than usual. The sun already set, and Nadia was looking forward to a quiet evening alone with a book and a long soak in the bathtub. She was so focused on dreaming about this evening of peace and quiet that she had obediently followed her phone's instruction to take the exit to get around the worst of the ongoing...
Sandy reached between her legs and caressed her aching pussy. The thoughts of what she had done with Nathan filling her mind. Moving her fingers with perfect expertise she massaged her pussy. Rubbing her swollen clit frantically with firm fingers bringing her to an orgasm that made her cry out in ecstasy. Laying there with heavy breathing she wanted more. The self pleasured orgasm wasn’t enough. She wanted sex. She jumped out of bed and opened her wardrobe to find the perfect attire. Settling...
Straight SexI was barely awake the next morning when I heard Mom call. "Lily, are you and Mike awake?" "I am," I said as soft as I could. "OK. Your Dad had to go to the office for a couple hours, and I need to hit the grocery store. It's eight o'clock, I won't be back for an hour or so." "OK." I lay back down where I was-with my face all snuggled into Mike's chest-but he had heard the exchange. "Mmmmmmm?" he said. "Hi, sexy," I giggled. His eyes flew open. "Well, hello. What a...
Ricky and I had been together for about six years. We met at university, both studied law. After graduation we decided to set up our own law firm in the city. It was not easy and had to borrow money from my folks to finance the venture. We were finally starting a make a success of it and I thought we made pretty good partners, both in the office and in bed. The only thing missing was marriage. We had never discussed it, but I think that Ricky knew what I wanted. Of course I could ask him...
Mac was overjoyed at the prospects of being Kelley's date on Saturday night. I reminded him that he was merely a decoy. There would be no kissing. Touching would be limited to hand holding. This was acceptable to him. I could tell by the way Caroline winked at me on Friday night that Mac had already informed her that he would be unavailable the following night. I didn't say anything to Megan until after the party and we were in bed. I pulled her lower lip back and released...
The General walked into the living room; glanced around. "Over here, General," Jeff called out as he sat in a recliner facing the window, his back to the door. "Up late, Colonel?" "Waiting for you, Sir," Jeff said. "How did you know..." "I didn't. It was just a guess. Slide a chair over and join me." The General did so and seated himself, pushing the recliner back as he relaxed. Jeff picked up the remote and killed most of the room lights so the two men could see out into...
As I stepped through the door at Rumps, I stopped and stared. I was virtually alone with her.I found myself appreciating the highlights coming off her tawny skin. She had been firmly fixed in place so she couldn’t budge, and there were marks from her earlier use by others, each one a kind of badge of honor.But before I started in on her, I stopped to survey the wreckage left by last night's party here at Rumps. Not only were there empty bottles, glasses, leftover food and plates strewn...
HumorMarcus Dolohov was carefully mapping out the movements of the young thirteen year old athlete Jenny Mc Donald. Jenny was not only a talented athlete but a brilliant young mind, highly regarded by her teachers and popular with her peers. Her parents were justifiably proud of their own daughter and chaperoned her to all her track meets and to her training nights at the local athletic club. After school she was picked up by one of three other mums who shared this task with Jenny's mum. In...
Chapter 4 - Making Friends in Town Mary Sue walked the short distance from the bank to the diner, keeping a wary eye out for unwanted surprises. She opened the door to the tinkle of a bell and was struck by the ambiance. It was as if she had stepped through a time warp portal and was back in the 50's. The theme from Happy Days played softly on the corner jukebox. The walls were covered with banners and pennants from what she assumed were the local high school. The restaurant was...
by stevie3624 The "Coffee & Cake" was as packed as the mall since Christmas was only two weeks away. Ginny and Dawn were fortunate that a small booth in the corner opened up just as their turn came to be seated. Ginny said, "Ooh this is nice, and those cinnamon buns smell fantastic...share?" "Why not," her friend said. "But you're such a bad influence on me Ginny, you never gain an ounce, and I gain a dress size after we're together, but we do have fun – not to mention all the money you...
Introduction: She wanted to teach her husband a lesson… I am 24 and live near the ocean and love my single life. I never want to get married because the women in my neighborhood are to good to give up. Im still in pretty good shape. I still have my athletic frame from high school. I am 6ft 4in and work on cars for a living. I fuck many lonely women in my shop as I work on there cars. Sometimes I trade sex for repair work. My friend Dave came by the other day. He is married. He just had a baby...
Naangal iruvarum othu mudicha santhooshathil sirithuondu irunthom naan avanin sunniyai pidithukondu irunthen avan ennudaya pundaiyil oru kaiyai vaithukondu irunthan innoru kaiyal mulaiyai pidithukondu irunthaan. Appozhuthu thiderendru enathu pettrorgal kathavai thiranthu engalai paarthu vittargal. Naangal moodaga oothathil kathavai lock seiya maranthu vittom, bedroomil matter podamal moodu thaangamal hallile panninom athanal kathavai thiranthathum engalai paarthu vittargal. Enathu amma ennai...
Ann and Will were an older couple that enjoyed sex and exploring their fantasies. Since meeting on Lush several years ago, they had gone from cyber-lovers to physical lovers. As they became physically connected, they had found many ways to enjoy each other. They never failed to try something new in their relationship if one or the other wanted to try it. This had broadened their sexual appetites in many ways and found them always stretching the boundaries of what each other would do. Today was...
SpankingPresent – Ben, Jens and others – a couple months later at the cabin How time flies when you’re having fun! Other than Yasmeen and Zarika we’re all back at the cabin. The two girls keep having problems with formication which baffles the clinic doctors. They were shocked at the recovery made by Mira, Alexi and Safia, but even I am still not totally convinced that Alexi is cured. Jens assures me he is and I do trust her. The rebuild of the cabin is going great! Since I didn’t know about the...
Previously, I told a story of how I cheated on my ex-boyfriend, at his request I might add, but he refused to believe it occurred. Needless to say, that opened a few doors for me. He lived about 7 hours away and after that I had no qualms about hooking up with who I wanted, when I wanted, but the fact was he never asked again, and even if I would say something about it he would ignore it as me trying to upset him. Finally, he caught me in the act. It was my Junior year in college. He was home...
Over the last few years the government has been slowly stripping away the rights of all the women in the country. Recently a new law has been accepted, starting tomorrow all women can be freely used by any men whenever they desire. The women are forced to obey any request given by the men. Women now have to take mandatory jobs and can only stay home if they have to take care of their children or if they are over 50. Other than that they have to go to work, most companies have reorganizing their...
This is completely true story that occurred several years ago while my wife and I were living in Hollywood, Ca. Flex is his real name. His screen name is Flex G. I still know him today.Unknowingly my wife Toni who is fair skin and hot was fucking this gay porn guy Flex G or Flex (6-2, 250lb, 8in) he is super buffed and big. He also performed in Black Gay Porn, usually as a being Versatile Top.Toni and I have always had a great sex life, she was hot and physically sexy. She had a bushy pussy and...
The summer heat is making Ruby Reign hot and horny. The beautiful hottie in pink bikini tries to cool herself down by bathing in water. When that doesn’t work, she goes to see Jimmy Bud. The handsome lad is quick to understand the assignment. He hurriedly leads Ruby to the bedroom and starts worshipping her body. Jimmy passionately eats out Ruby’s pussy before letting her give his cock a blowjob. Ruby’s feelings of happiness and lust are obvious on her face as she enjoys...
xmoviesforyouee had worked in the office for just over 6 months, and couldn’t stand the job. It was tedious data analysis type work which bored the hell out of him, and he had to do it eight hours a day, five days a week. The only thing that got him through his long days was Marcia. Marcia was a stunning woman who had started at the office about two weeks after Lee and worked at the station opposite him. Lee was wild with desire for her, and would be distracted for what seemed like hours at a time...
Carrotsby jjcole©A lost art, whittling. Passed on from father to son, though in my family it had skipped a generation. I learned it from my grandfather. My father thought of it as a waste of time. Granddad taught me to use it as a thinking tool.I had been doing this it seemed all my life. I would go to the backyard with a block of soft wood and my sharpened pocketknife and work problems through my head. Sometimes I would just daydream. The thinking and daydreams would end when the block of wood...