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In the morning, I awakened to find Frankie on one side and Marcyne on the other. Before long, I realized that both were using fingers on each other’s bottoms, but also on mine. When she became aware that I was awake, Frankie took me in her mouth, with Marcyne watching closely but not yet ready to participate. I was impressed by the way that Marcyne was challenging assumptions.

We were falling into a routine where the most detailed briefing usually was around dinnertime, so the day’s news, overt and clandestine, were available. The day became a time of bonding, learning, and sometimes recreation. At breakfast, though, we did have some stand-up instruction on useful topics.

At breakfast, I enjoyed watching Marcyne, who had briefly visited Vox’s lair. Marcyne made me happy by dressing pleasantly, and even getting some makeup from Vox. Let me be clear. If Marcyne never makes it with a man, I still love her. My suspicion is that she will become bi, but still focused on women. In our culture, physical attractiveness, and for that matter height, helps people be successful. Marcyne is no raving beauty, but has enormous brown eyes, thick smooth hair, and an athletic body.

“Troops,” I told them, “There are conflicting reports about the position of Soviet ships vis-a-vis the quarantine line. Some, which reconnaissance strongly suggests may be carrying prohibited cargoes, have stopped or even turned back, 24 to 48 hours ago. The ships moving toward Cuba have no surface escort; we aren’t sure about subs, but we can account for a reasonable force and are confident that there aren’t enough to do what they are doing, and operate escorts as well.

“We can afford to trade our IRBMs, because our land-based ICBMs, as well as submarine-launched ballistic missiles, are working well. The Jupiter IRBMs, in Turkey and Italy, and the Thor IRBMs in the UK, are obsolete.

“The two principals, Kennedy and Khrushchev, do seem to understand Murphy’s Law, and the risk of some nuclear war precipitating event happening due to the Fog of War. After the crisis, Kennedy mythmakers like Arthur Schlesinger suggested that he used more “mathematical precision” than he really did.

She’s going down...

Because submarines do go down, deliberately. Arlene laughed. “So we’ve seen a lot of stuff going down? Wonder if a Foxtrot-class sub can get as deep as I can with my throat?”

“Silly person. Come here and be a submarine in front of me.” She hooted at that, but walked to me with an exaggerated hip-swinging gait, emphasized by her flaring short skirt, sat on the floor, not especially submissively, opened my pants, and indeed went down on me. The skirt rose to reveal stocking tops and a bit of bare pussy, an erotic sight in and of itself.

The pleasure made it difficult to speak. I did realize that she sensed that I still wanted to talk, so she wasn’t as intense about it as she could be.

“On our side, American nuclear forces added to the effectively invulnerable deterrent at sea, with the sailing today of the USS Sam Houston (SSBN 609) from Charleston, SC, adding a boat with 16 more Polaris A-2 missiles to the six already at sea.” I looked at Arlene and groaned.

“The Russians redistributed the “Submarine Surfacing and Identification Procedures” to their boats at sea. That’s a good sign, I think. Their sub captains have gotten some ways to minimize confrontation. Our Navy has made lots of submarine sightings. Still, there are at least four in the operational area, and we have to assume that we haven’t detected all.”

Arlene, in the sweetest of voices, paused to observe “I may have captured a periscope. Or is this a snorkel?” She pulled off her trademark ribbed white sweater, to capture my cock between her boobs. I was already wet from her oral attention, and somehow, she had oiled the valley of the breasts. It didn’t take me long to climax.

With a decided effort, I turned my attention back to speaking. “Periscope, I think. Seriously, Robert should get into rapport and give you and someone else some submarine and missile knowledge.” I thought a little, and realized that our gender balance didn’t quite work for rapport, if we couldn’t put men into rapport. For now, I’d plan on having women get the additional knowledge, and then do a second-generation rapport with women. “Margaret, how about it?”

Margaret looked at us, and recalled from movies, “Ahooga! Ahooga! Dive! Dive! Yes, I’m ready.”

“OK, you three do it a little later today. There may need to be another session on IMINT and photoreconnaissance.”

Warnings

“Appropriate of what I just mentioned about a field of rapport, now comes the really dangerous part. There are times when intelligence collectors get information that doesn’t make its way up the food chain.” Thoughts of the 9/11 attack flashed through my mind, although I could not mention it.

“A couple of Navy reconnaissance aircraft were on a mission, called Blue Moon, to get low-altitude photographs of ballistic missile sites. One pilot saw a military installation outside their planned mission parameters, and broke away and photographed it.

“He came back with pictures of Luna short-range, nuclear-capable, cruise missiles. The existence of these didn’t get too high in American awareness. Tomorrow, DIA will warn the Joint Chiefs about them, but the JCS won’t take them seriously.

“I can’t tell you how I know what I’m going to say about them, but I know, with certainty, that the senior Soviet commanders in Cuba have been preauthorized to use those weapons. They also have nuclear bombs for the Il-28 tactical bombers, again with preauthorization.”

Faces were tense.

“This is our #1 priority: to prevent an invasion against which these would be used, killing thousands of Americans. There’s no question that would cause us to go to all-out war with the Russians.

“I’m less sure about the risk of war if we launch major airstrikes against the ballistic missiles. The cruise missiles don’t have the range to reach Florida. The bombers would have a very hard time penetrating our air defenses.

Separate from the Soviets, the Cuban high command began dispersing their troops.

Unknown to American intelligence, this was the day on which all nuclear warheads and bombs, except for the IRBM warheads that had not yet arrived, were distributed to their operational storage areas. The warheads for the R-12 medium-range missiles were located in the Bejucal region, the warheads for the operational-tactical “FROG” were in the region of Managua, the warheads for the front cruise missile (FKR) in the region of Santiago de Cuba; there were nuclear warheads in other places as well.

“Reasonably enough, the Soviets kept tight control of warhead movement. Even though it was strictly done in daylight, we were unable to find all of the storage areas, which is of major concern if we launch an air strike. Anyone who is in contact with Naval Aviators and other air attack people need to reinforce the idea that we don’t know where all the targets are located.”hey were at was written at my last visit but was in sea

Congressional relations

“Senator Keating, in a Senate speech, claimed that he had information that the Soviets were emplacing ballistic missiles in Cuba. Internally, the intelligence community told State that they did not, as yet, have confirmation.

“My clansmates, I wish I knew how Keating gets his information. In this case, he’s anticipating the observations reaching the President, although he may be overestimating some part of the threat. What we need to know, first, if he’s likely to be irritating Kennedy enough such that the President might take premature action. Edie and Frankie, assuming you go back, keep reassuring him, but try to judge his reaction to Keating. Again, stay on an emotional state; don’t try to get too specific.

“We also should be connecting with Andy and Diane. Andy is close to being in the clan, and Diane certainly is sympathetic.”

The submarine group, Robert, Arlene, and Margaret went off to his bedroom. Arlene, still cracking wise, informed the others “We’re all submarines, and have to go down. To start with, enjoy the naughtiness of making it while mostly dressed. She raised her skirt to give Margaret access to her mound, and opened Robert’s trousers. He, laughing, pulled Margaret to his face while Arlene pleasured him.

It was my turn to teach Greta and Vivian about photoreconnaissance and imagery interpretation.

Lois accompanied me to bed.

Friday, October 26: Day 11

Wake up and enjoy the experience. I had been quite deeply asleep, and appreciated James letting me appreciate the incredible pleasure of Lois’ mouth on my penis. Most Companions were learning from Terry, so Shelley arrived with coffee, bagels, and English muffins, with an assortment of smoked fish and cheese, the former more being an offering to James Bong.

Assuming we would have a pleasant shower, Shelley found a way to look hot, prior to her full dressing after the shower. She had found a wet-look jumpsuit with a zipper from neck to crotch, with additional zippers above her breasts. It was not an outfit that a mechanic would wear to fix a car.

Lois looked at her and said, in a low voice, “I want that outfit, for me. Maybe more stretch than yours.”

During the day, we updated maps, monitored news media, did sleep teaching, and had workshops on what had been learned.

Secret channels

At the evening briefing, I had some unusual good news. “Today, John Scali, a diplomatic reporter for ABC News, was contacted by Alexsandr Fomin, officially a Counselor of the Embassy, and actually the KGB Station Chief (i.e., rezident). Scali had used Fomin as a source, and apparently trust built between them. Today, Fomin called Scali, and asked him to meet at the Occidental Restaurant, on Pennsylvania Avenue near the White House, to ask him to convey, in a deniable way, a Soviet proposal to end the crisis. Rather than report it, Scali decided his role was that of a loyal American citizen who could help end a world crisis. He recused himself from reporting during the crisis.

While only one American died in action, a fair number of escargot gave their lives in the interest of peace. Over a fine meal of snails, hardly a proletarian repast, Fomin proposed the basic solution: The Soviet Union would remove the missiles under United Nations inspection if President Kennedy made a public promise not to invade Cuba.

EXCOMM meeting

“Today, there will be the widest-ranging EXCOMM meeting. It began with the quarantine, addressed covert operations and SIGINT collection, then the missile status. I see it as an opportunity to try to target certain policy influencers, as part of our plan of keeping things calm.

“First, there’s the quarantine, which is a good thing that we want to support. Even aside from the military operational aspect, the rules are evolving. McCone also pointed out that the current quarantine rules applied only to Soviet or Soviet-bloc ships, but “ ... non-Bloc ships could be used to carry military materials if they had been chartered on a bare boat basis by the Russians.” If we project current course and speed, the first ship to reach the quarantine line was the tanker Bucharest. Under the present rules, a tanker will be allowed to pass.

“The Defense Department”, McNamara said, “was authorized to release information on the boarding of the Lebanese ship, the Marucla, the first dry cargo ship which had been loaded in a Soviet port. In the event that comparisons were made between stopping the Lebanese ship and permitting an East German ship to go through the quarantine line, the point will be made that the East German ship carried only passengers. He read a list of Bloc ships and their locations and noted that there would be no intercepts at sea today.

“Under current rules, tankers won’t be stopped. EXCOMM members had different opinions. The tanker Graznyy is apparently moving but will not cross the line today. McNamara suggested that shortly we should embargo fuel used by bombers and substances from which airplane fuel is made, i.e. petroleum products. The President suggested that if we decide to embargo bomber fuel, we should also mention the fact that we were embargoing fuel which was contributing to the operational capability of the strategic missiles. Secretary Rusk asked that petroleum products not be embargoed for at least twenty-four hours in order to avoid upsetting the U Thant talks now under way in New York.

Secretary of the Treasury Douglas Dillon said “I have concerns over this course of action. Thus, a confrontation with the Russians would not be over the missiles, but over Soviet ships. We should go for the missiles rather than force a confrontation with the USSR at sea.”

“Dillon was one of the Republicans that JFK had brought into the Administration, for unity, and, in Dillon’s case. reassuring Wall Street. He had a long history of strong anti-communism and initially sided with the hawks that wanted to attack, but Robert Kennedy convinced him to support quarantine. Still, this was a meeting in which he could be completely frank. I thought the idea that attacking the missiles rather than stopping ships, to use the technical term, was nuts.”

Left hand being aware of the right hand

“McCone reported that he had stood down a CIA operation which involved sending into Cuba by submarine ten teams involving fifty people. He said he did not believe this should be done by CIA unilaterally. The President agreed and asked that the proposal to put ashore the ten teams be discussed by the Special Group today. The President further suggested that the MONGOOSE operation be reconstituted, possibly as a subcommittee of the Executive Committee, and oriented toward post-Castro Cuban problems.

The President stressed that covert actions needed to be consistent, whether originating with MONGOOSE, CIA, or other organizations such as emigre groups with which the U.S. government was in contact.

“If we possibly can, we want to get in contact with some of the secret groups.”

Intelligence collection

“Director McCone, speaking for the intelligence community as a whole, not just CIA raised the question of the location of the USS Oxford (AGTR-1), a SIGINT collection ship that was operating ten miles off Cuba, outside the three-mile limit that we officially recognized, but inside the twelve-mile that Cuba might claim. The ship was under the broad authority of NSA, but reported directly to the Naval Security Group. The Cubans might have gotten used to her presence, not knowing her missions. For several months, she had been intercepting Cuban telephone communications transmitted over microwave radio. More recently, she was intercepting radar as well as command and control.

“McCone said she was doing valuable things and must not be lost. The President said that it was the Navy’s responsibility, but he would emphasize the concerns of the intelligence community. Later, Anderson would order a new destroyer, USS Charles F. Adams (DDG-2) to escort the Oxford.

“A comprehensive reconnaissance program, using aircraft, needed to operate in the day and at night. Secretary of State Rusk, however, asked to avoid the night missions, because the flares that they dropped, in his mind, were provocative and could have bad effects on the negotiations with UN Secretary General U Thant. McNamara thought that one way of avoiding reaction to night reconnaissance was to inform the Cubans and the Russians in advance that we were initiating such flights.

There was argument about acknowledging our photographic reconnaissance, although SIGINT would remain in deep black status. Ambassador Stevenson opposed announcements of reconnaissance, but the President supported it as a means of dramatizing the missile buildup. He authorized daylight reconnaissance measures but decided to delay night flights.

Diplomacy

“McGeorge Bundy reported that three subcommittees are at work--one on Berlin, chaired by Paul Nitze, one on forward planning, chaired by Walt Rostow, and one on worldwide communications problems, chaired by William Orrick, who is working closely with the Defense Communications Agency. He referred to the amount of sensitive information which has been leaking to the press and urged that information about future actions must be more carefully guarded.

“Secretary of State Dean Rusk praised Ambassador Stevenson’s UN performance. He urged that USIA keep the pressure on the Cuban people and mentioned the dropping of leaflets over Cuba. For that purpose, the President authorized USIA to receive virtually all reconnaissance photos.

“Rusk said the object of the talks with U Thant today was to set up some form of negotiations with the Russians in New York. The objective would be to obtain a commitment from the Russians that there would be

no further construction at the missile sites in Cuba

no further Soviet military shipments

the defusing of existing weapons in Cuba

UN inspection of all nuclear-capable missiles,

an observer corps on the ground in Cuba of 350 technically able inspectors.

The U.S. quarantine would continue until a UN quarantine is in place. UN teams would be put into specified Cuban ports. U.S. Navy ships would stay close to all Cuban ports to ensure that there were no landings unknown to the UN inspectors and no cargoes anywhere which UN inspectors did not see.

John McCloy, an experienced diplomat and troubleshooter/negotiator working for the EXCOMM, said that our quarantine was vital and should be kept in place until the Russians had accepted all of our conditions.

I looked up. “McCloy started out as a super-hawk, but he is open-minded. He aligned with quarantine rather than invasion, although he certainly wanted to pressure the Soviets. In general, he aligned with State Department folk.

“Secretary Rusk pointed out that we must make clear to U Thant that the quarantine is related to the Soviet missiles rather than to Soviet military shipments to Cuba.

Ambassador Stevenson discussed the immediate negotiations now under way with U Thant and the longer talks which would follow if agreement can be reached with the Russians in New York. He said the immediate talks were aimed at getting a 24-48-hour standstill on the missile buildup in Cuba. He acknowledged that in these talks it would be impossible to obtain an agreement to make the weapons inoperable. He wanted to know whether he should seek a standstill on all Soviet arms or only offensive weapons. He would seek to get a commitment that there be no further construction, but it would not be possible to set up a system to ensure that the weapons were made inoperable and kept inoperable. In addition, he needed to know whether in return we would be prepared to suspend the quarantine.

With respect to the proposed atomic-free zone in Latin America, Secretary Rusk said that Puerto Rico and the Canal Zone would be exempted, but that possibly we might have to accept a ban on the storage of nuclear weapons in the Canal Zone. Conceivably, the proposal would hinder the transit by air of nuclear weapons in Latin America. Secretary McNamara said the Joint Chiefs were very cool toward the proposal of a Latin American atomic-free zone, but, personally, he favored the idea if it was conditioned on the elimination of Soviet missiles in Cuba.

General Taylor said the Chiefs had no formal position on the proposal, but they were very skeptical as to its efficacy. He felt that discussion of this proposal would divert attention from the Soviet missile program. He was also concerned about its effect on the defense of Panama and on our submarine defense system. He added that, if, as a result, a proposal was made for an atomic-free zone in Africa, the French would have real problems in connection with their weapons testing program. Secretary Rusk said this last point could be met by telling the French they could use our nuclear weapons test sites if their African sites were put off bounds.

The President said work on the missile sites has to cease and we have to verify what is going on at the sites every day during the talks in New York. As to the message to Castro, he agreed in general, but wanted to have another look at it. He doubted that it would do any good, but it might be undertaken if done now with the greatest urgency.

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As promised, James joined me, first when I awakened with Lois, and then at breakfast. Harold, you and your staff please us no end. Lois, her recruiting being successful, joined me for the night, and to be my Companion in the morning. She would guide Frankie, Curt, and Edie, and, as we thought about it, Marcyne. Arlene and Vox awakened after their first night together. They looked into one another’s eyes, and giggling, moved closer until their noses touched. With the same whim, they rubbed...

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Tomorrow Is Another DayChapter 3 Visions of Armageddon

Lois and I generally slept separately, as the hormones of this new body tended to have me react too fast. Sometimes, though, we did cuddle through the night. I certainly didn’t object to the increasing sexuality, which, through James Bong, the Others assured me would deepen our bonding. Images of nuclear explosions, and of killers in the night, awakened meWaking up quite early. I suppose it was partially memory and partially Others-enabled vision, but I became certain that I remembered that...

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Tomorrow Is Another DayChapter 7 Like a Virgin

There was to be an administrative day off at the schools for the 17th, so we were going into a long weekend. Lois and I had driven to class, but I went ahead to the history classroom while she worked on some lesson materials. When I got there, the students were bullshitting. Arlene Russo, as usual, was surrounded by flirting jocks and other admirers. A little above average height, her figure was strong but womanly. Arlene’s hair was a striking dark copper-red, falling to mid-back. Some...

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Tomorrow Is Another DayChapter 10 Does anybody here talk to anybody

When we sat down, I shared my frustration. “Today’s Central Intelligence Bulletin, a still TS/SCI extract of the President’s Daily Brief, made the first general report of a coastal defense missile. Nuclear capability was not mentioned. Can anyone think of a way to get this threat considered more seriously?” Lois did not have the detailed bureaucratic memories of the defense establishment that were mine, but after years of teaching, she sympathized about bureaucracy. I was not sadistic...

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Tomorrow Is Another DayChapter 16 An objection lasting over 4 hours

Terry awakened me this morning, as Lois had had to leave early. Lois was away talking with the school administration. James had reinforced her telempathic abilities such that, in the area in which we had given her authority, it would be virtually impossible to refuse. Terry, as always, had great style. She wore a black coatdress, which, buttoned from neck to hem, made her look like a lawyer ready for court. She caught my eyes, and very deliberately opened each button. With the buttons open,...

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Tomorrow Is Another DayChapter 2 Accepting the Quest

At the brunch table, she observed, “Lois to Harold? Come in? You seem somewhere very much elsewhere.” “You know that I’ve got some special insight. I hope you don’t think I’m insane, but the first reason I am here is to prevent a nuclear war. Believe it or not, I just could see a report that the CIA just gave to the President. They are seriously concerned that the Soviets are sending offensive nuclear weapons to Cuba, but they don’t yet have hard proof. During the summer, an American spy in...

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Tomorrow Is Another DayChapter 4 The warnings of September

Again, a troubling sleep brought memories to me, which I shared with Lois. She did cheer me with her intriguing looks, starting in the morning. Today, though, she called to me from her bedroom, telling me to sit down and sip coffee until she got there. She got to the dining room, but in fatigues, complete with Fidel-style cap, a beard, and a giant cigar. There are times in life when things that are seen cannot be unseen, and this was one of them. Shrieking with laughter, she ran into the...

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Tomorrow Is Another DayChapter 5 Another mentorship

Lois let me sleep in until school time; she had to be in earlier than me. Air Force photography confirmed MiG-21 fighters in Cuba. The first U-2 mission of the month showed increased port activity, but nothing, as yet, at what would be the first IRBM site. Senator Keating, a member of the President’s party, would refer to Engel’s statement, but insist that the Senate had not been fully briefed. He complained that a letter that he sent to the State Department on August 14 was only answered...

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Tomorrow Is Another DayChapter 6 Fears and dreams

At brunch with Lois, I shared “Military forces of the two sides are interacting, so far professionally but definitely not being friendly. Cuban aircraft intercepted U.S. Navy patrol planes over international waters.” With concern, she looked into my eyes. “Will that trigger open warfare?” “Not so far.” “I’m scared.” I kissed her, and our tongues banished the fear. My hands explored under her leotard. At first, her tension made her dry, but I was able to connect my fingers to my...

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Tomorrow Is Another DayChapter 9 More friends

Terry met Lois and me for brunch. She wore an interesting outfit that I couldn’t quite describe, other than having the qualities of a deeply slit cocktail dress, in a clingy red silky material. It was immediately obvious that she was braless. Either Lois and Terry had a well-established psychic channel, or they had talked on the phone recently. I bet on the latter. Lois was also in red, but a deeper one that worked with her dark complexion. Neither Lois nor James nor I had communicated the...

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Tomorrow Is Another DayChapter 18 Herersquos to you Mrs Robinson

When I awakened, Margaret having slept at my side, Arlene, my Companion for the day, was in the doorway, asking “Could I get an early start?” She slipped out of a robe to reveal a corset flaunting her boobs. I sensed a little discomfort, perhaps jealousy, from Margaret, who actually had extremely attractive and hardly tiny breasts. With a twist to my telempathy, and one I hadn’t really known I had, I comforted Margaret, and placed the suggestion in Arlene’s mind that Margaret’s boobs were...

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Tomorrow Is Another DayChapter 19 Swords Pistols and Guns

Today, Shelley was at my side. She had awakened me rather interestingly, showing up in a black babydoll negligee, hose, and bedroom heels. I was glad that she didn’t try to awaken me by immediately sitting her delightful bottom on my face, which might have given me a strangulation reflex. Instead, I was aware - I slept naked - that someone was licking my chest, and discovering male nipples could be erogenous as well. I realized that I had to square the morning greetings with my preference...

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Tomorrow Is Another DayChapter 22 The Thirteen Days Begin

Tuesday, October 16: Day 1 of the Formal Crisis James Bong brought me to awareness. It’s the first day of the crisis. You need your own strength intact, plus you need to motivate the clan. To my surprise, James climbed into my arms. It is wise, I believe, that I spend more time physically in your presence, and that of the clan. Please do not confuse yourself with a Bond villain with an effete white cat, for I am an honest orange tabby. “A well-fed one, as well. You want to be sure someone...

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Tomorrow is Another Day Ch 01

This is a Vietnam War helicopter pilot story, based in significant detail on an actual event. I had intended to expand it into something more but was concerned that it might lose its impact if I did so. In case I decide to continue on with it, it is labeled as Part One but I’m not promising subsequent episodes. At the very end is a short piece labeled ‘author unknown’ called ‘The Man in the Doorway’. It’s been around for a few years, I received it from a man with whom I served in the RVN. I’ve...

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Tomorrow Is Another DayChapter 12 Infusing politics with reason

We were to learn that it was not uncommon for politicians, expecting sex, would expect it before anything else. It was the more honorable that would keep talking after sex, which, in the case of political junkies, was just being courteous. For all of JFK’s talents, he barely treated some of his low-level conquests as human. Terry and Vox very carefully prepared Shelley for the encounter. Initially having noticed that her gold and black twirler uniform was very flattering in color, not just...

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Tomorrow Is Another DayChapter 13 A First Trip to a Senate Hideaway

Arlene went with Greta to meet Andy and Diane after work. Terry told them, “Andy’s comments suggested that Diane might be interested in women. Now, either of you, appropriately dressed and made up, certainly can come across as of college age. Harold, on the other hand, needs more growth to be able to pass as in his twenties. Paul can’t easily get away from work for this.” Arlene grinned. “Harold probably needs some male helpers so that we don’t fuck him to death.” Terry observed, “It’s not...

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Tomorrow Is Another DayChapter 17 Friends Forever Benefits Open to Change

This was the first morning when we didn’t have school commitments. Margaret was my lovely Companion of the day. She arrived in a casual but sexy black knit tube dress, quite short. Her bare legs with high-heeled pumps. reminding me pleasantly of some of the less dramatic street hookers in the business areas of the 14th Street strip. The fabric was thin enough to emphasize the perkiness of her lovely breasts, and show off the nipples. Giggling, she told me “I’m not wearing a living bra, but...

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Tomorrow Is Another DayChapter 11 The US Senate is the Worldrsquos Greatest Deliberative Body

Overall, I realized, the last week in September was the calm before the storm. The Soviets were working on missile installations while the U.S. staff was planning. It was a good time to unwind and bond -- and work on our reverse honey traps. At brunch, I realized that Shelley had dressed a bit differently. Rather than her usual short skirts, she wore seemingly sprayed-on pants -- no, they were tights, and even semitransparent, with a center seam that emphasized a cameltoe and separated the...

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Tomorrow Is Another DayChapter 20 Robin Hood and her Merry Women

Shelley and I awakened to Greta. She was in her favorite bright green, although a more casual version of her usual suit. She wore a short flaring skirt and a crop top, with suntan rather than green hose. “Ah! Is it my leprechaun, or perhaps Maid Marian?” She giggled. “Maid Marian fits, but Robin Hood, female variety, works even better. Did you know that I enjoy the bow?” “Perhaps, then, you’ll enjoy pulling my arrows. Or should you be Little John and play with my staff?” “That’s general...

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Mick and KeriChapter 26 Mick and Keri and the Trigger

You know that we all have triggers. There are some things that just set us off. Some things make us angry or wildly giddy or things might just make us hornier than we ever imagined. Because I work with kids, I have worked very hard to maintain a steady emotional state. It does no one any good to have a coach that gets too up or too down. A great Australian Olympian once said “Don’t let success go to your head or failure go to your heart.” So I do not have a lot of triggers or at least the...

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In Anothers Eyes

When I had put on my wedding tuxedo, I had assumed that my dating days were over and that if I ever needed help picking out the perfect outfit to wear out in public, my lovely wife would be able to help me. But it was a little awkward for me to say, ‘Honey, I’m going on a date with your sister, what tie looks best with this gray shirt? Oh, thanks, you’re a doll. Of course I’ll tell her you said hello. No, don’t wait up.’ So I was left standing there on my own trying to match ties and shirts...

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Anothers for one night

I think my husband and I have a good marriage. He has a stressful job and needs to work long hours. If he ever cheated on me, I imagine it must have been on a business trip or with some of his co-workers. While I got suspicious a couple of times, I never actually caught him or found any proof. I have always stayed faithful to him. I find my husband very attractive. He is four years my senior, tall and lean, funny and charming, and our sex is great. He likes to go slow, and loves to eat my...

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Comrades In One Anothers Arms

Sergeant First Class Mark Smith watched as the heavily laden articulated carrier approached the truck he was loading. The massive pallet of munitions was headed for the Fourteenth Infantry Division. They were about to make a big push in Charlie-sector. Mark waved his datapad at the pallet's sticker, reading its encoded information. He checked the weight on the datapad's screen and told the carrier's driver, "That's a heavy one. You better make sure it goes near the front axle. The driver...

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Watching Anothers Wife

I was laid off from my job on December 16th. It was not totally unexpected as I had known for over a year that the lay-off was coming, but I had been told the effective date would be in mid-March so I was a little stunned when they kicked me out in December. When I took the lay-off it had been my intention to just collect unemployment for a couple of months and catch up on some things that I had let slide around the house, but after two weeks I was going stir crazy. So, on the first Thursday in...

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Tomorrow Comes Chapter 4

I wake with the memory of her message fresh in my mind and a little smile wakes me properly. I bounce out of bed excited for the plans that I'd formed last night after I'd messaged back, "11 am, you know what to do."I have a good few hours before then so set about changing the sheets, tidying up a little, though the place is pretty clean and in order anyway. I head out to the pool for some laps to wake my body up then pop to the shops and buy some supplies, food, drink, a bikini. Taking a...

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Tomorrow Never Knows

Copyright© "What are we going to do now, Chuck?" asked a teary-eyed Janice. "I really should divorce him, if I had any pride left. It's just that I think I still have feelings for him. I'm just not sure if it's enough." "I know exactly what you mean, Janice. Logically speaking, we should shoot them both and make it look like a murder-suicide," I suggested. "We both know neither of us would ever do that, even with all the provocation they've given us." "They probably know we...

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Tomorrow Idin Noah Book 2Chapter 1

She stood overlooking the field where the battle would take place, her soldiers all at the ready. She could see the tower clearly in the moonlight, the monolith was larger than anything she had ever seen, all her reports from her spies had come in, there could be no doubt now. Her father stepped up besides her putting a hand on her shoulder. "father the reports are in, Enoch did not lie to us, Nimrod is planing to open it." She said. Her father nodded glumly. "I thought we were done...

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Tomorrow Idin Noah Book 2Chapter 2

Kei moved swiftly taking her opponent down to the mats, she had to stop herself from finishing him, her fist hovered by his nose, she shook her head and stood up bowing to him, she turned to face the class at the Dojo. "That is how its done, now pair up and practice" Kei said helping her sparing partner up. She walked through the ranks of students giving advice and correcting form, she had only been at this for two years and already her Sifu had suggested her teaching a self defense...

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Tomorrow Idin Noah Book 2Chapter 3

"Will you look at the time, wow I have to go meet the wife, Hey Idin Ill talk to you later about the funding, Jen" Phil said nodding as he made a quick exit. Morgana seemed to get the hint to. "Yeah I got mage stuff to do, bye Jen, guys." Morgana said and in a flash she was gone. Jen watched Phil leave and Morgana teleport away, Lillian was watching her with a small frown on her face. "Sorry Jen it was there idea, they had already started this when I got here, couldn't help...

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Tomorrow Idin Noah Book 2Chapter 4

Cain sat in his apartment, he was cleaning his weapon, he knew the voice was mad at him, he could tell she was waiting for him to speak. "What do you want me to say?" Cain said "I told you to obey me." The voice said. "I had to test him for weakness, I had to know what he can stand." Cain said. "Apparently its a grenade and several shots to the chest and head." The voice said "You must wound the beast before you bring him down, attack his employees first, next his friends, his...

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Tomorrow Idin Noah Book 2Chapter 5

Idin sat in his Mobile command center, he was deeping in meditation, his company stock had fell dramaticly, his investments still held value, and he had a large cash reserve around the world, he was pulling information from his own brain as he meditated, he had to recall things precisely, as he meditated his hand wrote out reams of information. "How long as he been like that?" Morgana asked. "Since he found out the security company was attacked." Kei Said looking worried. "That was...

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Tomorrow Idin Noah Book 2Chapter 6

Merlin. Merlin was pacing back and fort in the cabin, Jen sat there watching him. "Why don't you go see whats going on?" Jen asked. "Because I promised to protect you." Merlin said. He was pacing because he could feel the fabric of the world breaking, he could feel massive amounts of arcane energies being tossed about. "Well I am safe right?" Jen said. "Yes yes, no one, or nothing can get you here." Merlin said. "Well why don't you go find Idin and see whats going on." Jen...

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Tomorrow Idin Noah Book 2Chapter 7

Iraq. In a flash the portal was there, surrounded by the shield, Morgan poured everything into in, inside Idin paced back and forth watching legion pull it self together, when it stood it was over 40ft tall, Idin pointed the tip at the sword at it. "I want to speak to your manager." Idin shouted. "We are Legion and we will devour you" Legion said. "No no, I've had bad customer service these past I dunno hundred thousand years, and I wanna complain." Idin shouted. "You will die...

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Firefly the Trigger

After the bar fight in the BDM (Big Damn Movie. i.e. "Serenity"), Mal tells Simon "You had a gorram time bomb living with us! Who we gonna find in there when she wakes up? The girl? Or the weapon?" Well, what if the doctors at the lab had inserted more than one trigger in River, each designed to ser off a different program? And if one was an empathy program that could, as always happens, pop into existence at the wrong time. A spaceship in flight is never completely quiet. No matter how...

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