Mayhem in a PillChapter 58 Hiccups are Unexpected
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“Colonel, I don’t care what mud hole you have to crawl through, or what dumbass county sheriff country bumpkin you have to light a fire under to get what you need.”
Dr. Alan Lipscomb had commandeered Colonel Kevin Price’s office in the new CID-SI building, deep in the heart of Ft. Sam Houston. The basement of the building, which once served as an old library, now served as an interrogation area for the previously captured man who seemingly appeared, out of thin air, into a top-secret, underground laboratory.
“Colonel, you have cover from your commanding officers in the Pentagon for everything and anything short of civilian deaths to find me that man.” The doctor’s voice was rising with each word he commanded. “Do you understand, Colonel?”
Sergeant John Thomas, Colonel Price’s right-hand man, was actively clenching his fists and grinding his teeth while he was standing just outside of the closed office door. He was currently fighting every instinct of his being to throw open the door and give that damned bureaucrat the beating of his life. In the sergeant’s mind, no one spoke to his Colonel like that – especially someone not in the military.
“Affirmative, sir. Do you have a specific timeline of when you need him returned?” The colonel, immediately after asking that, knew it was the wrong question to ask. He could not keep the shock of his own stupidity from showing on his face.
The doctor calmed down when he saw that at least this dull, dim and simple-minded moron knew it was a stupid question. “Colonel, I want this man yesterday. I’m actually still trying to figure out why it took you or your team so long to notice these abnormalities during your interrogations and report them up the food chain, but your own notes and video sessions clearly show the unique qualities of this man appeared as soon as you began your enhanced interrogation techniques. You were either too enamored with your own work to notice, or you were trying to see how this could be used in your favor.”
The doctor realized he was standing at the Colonel’s desk and, while leaning forward to make his points, he had begun to dislodge and shuffle about different papers that previously were placed perfectly upon the desktop. Dr. Lipscomb’s own personal battle with Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (OCD) tended to occur during highly stressful situations. The current events were definitely qualified to make Dr. Lipscomb spend minutes at a time stacking and re-stacking the same sheets of paper before they were correctly placed where needed. His secretary at the home office was usually able to get his head back on track rather than entertain the efficiency and order he thought he needed to see.
He took in a deep breath and sat down, indicating the Colonel should also take a seat. “Colonel, there was no need for me to berate you like that. I apologize for that. It is just this entire ordeal has caused a lot of trouble. I don’t like trouble. I like accomplishments. Accomplishments tend to disappear whenever trouble rears its ugly head. I really truly am sorry for blowing up at you like that.”
“Not a problem, sir.” Col. Price leaned in toward his superior and snickered. “Between us, I’m kinda surprised Sgt. Thomas hasn’t barged in here defending my unit’s honor.”
“Well, if he did, I’d tell him what I’m going to tell you.” He visibly relaxed into the chair, leaned back and started to put his feet on the desk when he suddenly remembered he was not in his office. “Colonel, you did a great job with what they gave you. Those in the know understand, but your unit’s image has been tarnished. You need to find this man. Not only for us but to regain the honor of your unit.”
“Yes, sir, I understand. I will get it done, and we will get him back.”
“And you won’t have me breathing down your neck since I’m going back to D.C. to make sure the security for the other labs is still intact, but I’ll be back in a couple of weeks. If you have updates on the capture of our guest, please let me know, but know that when I do return, it will probably be with more brass wanting personal updates on what is going on. I’ll be spending the next couple of weeks making sure that number does not balloon too high.”
He stood and picked up his briefcase and moved to shake the colonel’s hand. They shook, and the colonel opened the office door. “Excuse me, men, excuse me,” he announced to the room full of Colonel Price’s CID-SI unit. “I’ve given Colonel Price his orders, and he’ll give them to you. I just wanted you to know, right from my mouth, you men did nothing wrong and persevered through a difficult situation. Admirably – you performed admirably,” he accentuated his praise with clapping, gesturing for the men in the room to applaud themselves. It was not raucous but subdued when they did.
“Ah, don’t worry men. I am confident you will succeed, and you will get to go back to doing what you do best!” The volume of the applause rose to a higher level which Dr. Lipscomb considered appropriate. He marched out the door, into his waiting vehicle and, as far as anyone knew, he went straight back to his waiting jet at Randolph Air Force Base.
Sgt. Thomas was watching a security feed on the monitor in front of him and, when Dr. Lipscomb’s vehicle peeled out on the loose gravel from just outside the side door of the CID-SI headquarters, he nodded at Col. Price. “Holy Fuck! Thank the good lord above that waste of space is finally gone.” The laughter was loud and raucous. Col. Price let it go on for a few moments, then he got the meeting back under control.
“Okay, like he said, we have our marching orders. Officially, we don’t have a time limit, but he basically is giving us a couple of weeks to get the fat bastard back in our custody. Once we do that, I don’t think he will be our problem for much longer. It seems the spooks in the Pentagon want to ask the man a few questions of their own.”
“Alright, then. Where are we with identifying the late-night visitor to the home of our head of security?”
“Sorry, sir. No matches -- even with the good pictures the recon team were able to get.”
“What about the fingerprints? I know you went early that morning and got them.”
“Inconclusive, sir. There were lots of George Johnson’s prints and a few of the neighbors we already collected as well as some city employees who must have leaned on the fence sometime in the past while going through the back alley. The grass was recently cut so it might have been then when they grabbed the fence, but all prints we collected were identified.”
“You can’t find any matches to this guy? Did he just appear out of nowhere or something? We know he spent the night in the house! He slept on the couch! We can go there right now and find out who he is by busting down the damn door and dragging him out by his hair!” Col. Price was brooding over the shoulder of his sergeant while they both waited on the computer search of government files for any matches to the man seen interacting with the main suspect to the escape from the secret laboratory. “Are you sure there is no match in the service?” the agitated and bewildered Colonel asked.
A prisoner had just escaped from a secret laboratory working on the possibility of time travel for the U.S. Government. The experts working in the lab had anticipated a possible first test of their machine in approximately six months. Many of the components for the device were not yet installed when, one night, the on-duty technicians working on other portions of the machine were alerted to a return from the machine. When the alarms ended, and the smoke subsided, a large man wearing a uniform nearly identical to the laboratory’s security personnel emerged from the embarkation pod with an awfully confused look on his face. Lab security arrested him and contacted their management who immediately got ahold of their benefactors in the Pentagon.
The reactions in halls of power in Washington D.C. could easily be described as the chaos of a kicked-up ant hill. Everyone knew something was wrong and, according to the descriptions of what happened, that event could not have occurred.
“Do me a favor, Sarge, and run it again, but go ahead and loosen the restrictions to see if we get any other type of hits.”
“Can do, sir.” The Sergeant punched a few commands into the terminal and gave his commanding officer a quick update. “The progress bar on this new search shows it should be finished in about an hour, with the new parameters.”
“Good. Now, everybody else listen up please.” The colonel turned his attention from the terminal to the men seated in every chair in the room. These men did not look like the types who spent much time sitting in a room full of office cubicles. These were the types who burrowed themselves into a small bluff with an outcropping of bushes for days at a time, not moving more than a few inches a day, waiting for the right time to fire that one shot for that one kill. These were the types of men who could start a war or just as easily end one.
“Okay, we are going after the fat fuck, and we have open permission to do what needs to be done.” The enthusiastic reaction to that statement told the colonel he should probably add a few caveats. All right, settle down. Settle down now! No, we can’t tactically nuke the east side of town hoping to say we got him. No, what that means is to use all of our know-how to find him or at least get on his tail. The investigative arm of our services has failed to find him, so we get to play the game again.”
“So, what we need to do now, gentlemen, is to come up with a plan of attack to get this person back under our control. Then we can get on with our lives, doing what we do best. Remember, there is no box.”
A few minutes of silence ended with a Corporal Edmond Buck, near the back of the cubicle bay room. “Sir, have we tried recreating the escape. I mean, have we honestly tried to do the escape ourselves to see where we would go if we had escaped like he did?” the corporal offered, awaiting the answer.
“Explain your idea a little more for us, Buck.”
“Yes, sir. Well, I know we have all gone over in our minds what happened and when it happened, but have we tried to see it from his point of view -- I mean, actually re-run the escape but with a fresh perspective? His perspective. We might be able to see where he was going and why he did what he did.”
The men around the room all looked at each other and smiles soon shown on many faces.
“Corporal Buck, that is the kind of outside-the-box thinking I was talking about,” the colonel said.
The colonel made his way over to the cubicle where Cpl. Buck was seated. While the colonel approached, Cpl. Buck stood at attention. The colonel pointed toward him and smiled. “Your idea. You get the lead role.” Several high fives and slaps on the back from the men showed the corporal. that his idea was widely respected.
The colonel made his way back to the head of the room. He looked at his watch and continued the meeting. “Yes. I think we can do this today. Alright, what we need right now are roles. We select others among us to play the roles in what happened that day. We record the entire goings-on and see if Buck might be able to think like a fat fuck escape artist and find us a new trail to follow.”
“Colonel, does that mean I get to have seconds at lunch? You know, for ‘getting into my role.’”
It had been a while since the men of the CID-SI had seen their commander laugh, and that loud roar from the ordinarily stoic leader did more to charge up morale than the capture of a terrorist on the most wanted list.
Corporal Buck, clad in a prisoner uniform stuffed with pillows to give him the basic form as the man they are hunting, had just broken out of his wrist shackles and knocked out the team of guards escorting him for his return from the CID-SI headquarters to the prison cell across the hall from the laboratory’s security office. Cpl. Johnson, playing the head of security for the lab, George Johnson, was able to get a shot off with his shotgun but it went high. Luckily, they were using blanks. A quick hand-to-hand combat skirmish with Cpl. Johnson ended with the corporal sprawled out on the floor acting like he was knocked out and the prisoner searching the pockets of each of the knocked out guards in the hall outside the security area of the lab.
Buck pulled the wallets, keys and any cash from each guard. The exact inventory was recorded in the interrogations after the escape. Buck rumbled down the hall and out the faux exit like the prisoner had done at the end of the security footage of the escape.
Col. Price and a couple of others from CID-SI were following along the action from the security office and from the CID-SI headquarters. Once Buck had finished with them and left the building, the guards ran down the stairs, jumped onto the service cart and drove from the lab back to their basement headquarters to follow along with what was happening.
Once outside, Cpl. Buck tried each key fob to see which key belonged to which car. He threw the other keys at their respective cars. The alarms dinged as he pressed each button – a new blue Ford Explorer; an older, faded, blue Ford Explorer; a re-creation of “The Pussy Wagon” pickup truck from the movie “Kill Bill”; and the keys to a Kia Sedona minivan. Buck chose the Kia Sedona just like the prisoner did. Four military-issued Cherokees, identical except for a make-shift sign stuck under the windshield wipers for each Jeep, sat in the exact spots where the labeled cars sat on the day of the escape. They were listed as new Explorer, old Explorer, Pussy Wagon and, of course, Kia Sedona.
Cpl. Buck calmly drove out of the employee parking lot in the Jeep Cherokee with “Kia Sedona” written on a piece of cardboard stuck under the window wiper. It also helped to find the correct car since Sgt. Thomas was sitting in the passenger seat waiting for Cpl. Buck. Col. Price followed Buck in another military-issued vehicle.
“Why didn’t you head straight for the exit just in front of the hospital and onto the highway?” Sgt. Thomas asked, a few moments into the ride, while calmly driving down the road. Cpl. Buck knew the question either came from HQ or the car that had been following him from the start.
“I think going straight out onto the highway might be the easiest thing to do, but that will also be the first place security will head to try to corner me,” he said while risking a quick glance to his sergeant. “I remember the profiles made before we took over that said he probably knew all about the base itself since he knew the layout of the lab. I figured he would know Ft. Sam as well and pick the most nonchalant way of getting away.”
The sergeant smiled and nodded his head yes to show his agreement. He then nodded to remind Buck to keep his eye on the road.
A few minutes later, Cpl. Buck started a new explanation of what he was doing. “I think it will go easier if I try a different exit. One where no one would suspect me. Not an empty one where someone could remember me but most probably a very busy gate. The guards would be head-down to get everyone through as quickly as possible.” He paused in thought for a moment. “I think I’ll go to the N. New Braunfels road gate. There are always lines trying to get in so no one will pay any attention to me leaving.” That got another nod from his sergeant in the passenger seat.
“Sir, I honestly cannot think of a good reason why he would change cars. The van is nondescript enough to get away, but they may be able to get a description of the van out to the military police or maybe even the civilian police if they really want to box me in ... but hey, hold the phone just a sec, that Grand Marquis is even better! No one knows that it could have been me who took it until I am far away from here,” Cpl. Buck said over the radio to headquarters.
The discovery of a set of tire depressions in the dirt was a long shot, but they were actively grasping for anything and made castings of them around the large tree to the side of the church parking lot. The tree was far enough from the church that no one usually parked there except for Sundays, and no one would park there very often because people usually parked close to the building.
A couple of weeks into the investigation, after sending in the impression for analysis, they got lucky, and the tire impressions gave them a probable make and model of car. A Mercury Grand Marquis. When they checked with base Military Police, there were no reports of a missing or stolen Mercury Grand Marquis anywhere on post. How it got there was still another unanswered question in the disappearance of the prisoner.
When Cpl. Buck reached the church parking lot, across the lot from the back entrance of the CID-SI headquarters, nearly everyone rushed to the back door or a window to actually see what would happen next. Cpl. Buck, with Sgt. Thomas in the passenger seat, parked the Jeep marked as George Johnson’s Kia Sedona minivan in the spot where it was later found. The two moved to yet another Jeep Cherokee marked with another now infamous cardboard sign. This one read Mercury Grand Marquis. The wide door entrance and deeply set back drivers seat were perfect for a rotund man looking for the most comfort while driving.
Col. Price announced during the car switch that this was when the escape was reported. Three other members of the CID-SI jumped into three separate Jeep Cherokees and sped down N. New Braunfels Ave., toward the busy gate to quickly make the round trip to get to the outside gate and hopefully keep the prisoner from getting off base. It wasn’t a very good plan, but the CID-SI were generally men of action and waiting for others to stop their prisoner was not going to happen.
Here was the second instance of something going right, for a change, in the investigation. One of the guards on duty that night remembered the three military vehicles driving at a high rate of speed out to the highway. They had stopped the traffic at both ends of the base to use their binoculars and get the plates for all three vehicles before they got out of sight. Most of the people who had to stop and wait while they filled out a quick report and sent it off to MP HQ were upset. The guard remembered joking with an obese guy in a Grand Marquis who asked what was happening – nothing out of the way -- he just remembered the guy was one of the biggest guys he had seen in a while, and he seemed to be the only guy who waited patiently to leave the base.
The same guard was on duty again and, when the three single occupant vehicles sped past, it jarred his memory. After thinking about it for a few minutes, the guard remembered noticing the Grand Marquis go all the way to the other side of the bridge over the highway then turn left to go north -- not south before the bridge as most thought. The three speeders went the same way, and he remembered joking to himself about how the fat guy would need a Ferrari to catch them, but he was too fat to fit in any kind of Ferrari. Going south was the smart way to go. It was away from the base, and that side of town tended to have more places for a fleeing fugitive to find a place to stay without anyone asking questions.
Buck got into the Jeep Cherokee with the cardboard sign in the drivers-side window saying Mercury Grand Marquis. He drove calmly out onto N. New Braunfels Ave., which is a major gate for Ft. Sam Houston both coming onto and leaving the base. He drove calmly off the base, and with the latest intelligence saying the car turned north, he did the same. The rest of the way would be what Buck would think this guy would do if he were escaping. They were playing a guessing game from here on out.
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A Man of Wealth and Taste Raymond Murphy had trouble keeping the smile off his face. His son Tim was going on and on about how cool it was being on the sidelines for the varsity football win against the Clark Cougars. The first half of football featured an unsure Roosevelt team going up against a Clark team who, though good, was not up to their usual standards and was going to have a down year. Roosevelt was not expected to make the playoffs. “I’m telling you, Dad, Frank Robinson looked...
Leonard Huffnagle was having a lot of trouble looking for dirt on Tim Murphy from San Antonio Roosevelt High School. The only tangible thing he was able to confirm was that Tim had gifted the Trojan iPad, given by Coach Andrew Thomas of IMG Academy, to his little sister, Carmen. IMG was known for recruiting the best high school football players from across the country and giving them highly specialized coaching to better prepare them for college football. Kids graduating from IMG often...
Rodney Valentine’s throat was sore from his screaming. His knuckles were scratched and bruised from pounding on that poor, unsuspecting asshole who didn’t know any better. Rodney was especially pissed because no one could figure out why he was so pissed off in the first place. Valentine and his posse of teammates arrived at the house party a little bit later than everyone else, as usual. It was an unwritten rule that the host of the party would have the game highlights from that weekend’s...
Tim, Troy, Rob, Frank, and Jeff were quiet most of the way on the drive to the address included with their multi-colored cards found in their lockers after the beating the Rough Riders had given to the Johnson Jaguars. The five young men crammed into Jeff’s GTO were mostly quiet, daydreaming about the story Troy had told them. “I think I know what this is. You guys feel like having an experience?” Troy asked with a strange, tilted smile. “My dad told me a story that he said I could never...
A Messy Situation Once Tim Murphy closed his bedroom door and turned on the bedroom lamp, he blew a quick kiss to his one-and-only Cindy, taped up on the wall, and collapsed on the bed with the biggest smile of his life. Tim was quietly reliving what had happened to him after the game. When he laughed to himself, he realized he didn’t even think about the game when the great time he had that night ran through his mind. The quiet knock on the bedroom door alerted him to the here and now. The...
Tim Murphy and the nanites in his body had already written the two reports – one for his English class and the other for his US History class. It was just a matter of typing and formatting the report in the proper sets. All in all, the two assignments only took a few minutes to type, save, and email to their respective teachers. When he sent his English paper, he had a flash of remembrance of his short relationship with his English teacher, Julianne Holmes, considered one of the hot teachers...
The week of practice started with a few announcements from Big John on Monday morning. Big John had canceled morning practice with a sign written on the giant dry erase board along the long wall in the locker room. He didn’t cancel all practice, but it would be just no helmets or pads. That meant a full hour of lifting weights rather than working out on the practice fields in full pads – a day off for sure. Before practice would have typically begun, the Roosevelt football teams met in the...
Going into downtown San Antonio for evening dinner was rare for the Murphy family. Of course, they went out to dinner occasionally but not very far from their neighborhood. Raymond had ordered the women in his life to a day of indulgence at their favorite beauty spa to get pampered and eventually have their makeup done. While the womenfolk were enjoying their day of pampering, the men folk went to fill a glaring hole in the younger Murphy man’s life: the lack of a nice suit. Tim had never...
As they did so often, the Murphy family sang along with the music on the radio. The Murphy parents both enjoyed all genres and encouraged their children to listen to all types of music. Juanita had her favorites and listened to them with the specialized music channels through the cable provider. She preferred the popular hits from the 1980s and 1990s, while Raymond also preferred that and rock music from the 1970s. The patriarch of the family steered into a parking lot nearby the...
The next day was moving day. I've heard how being out on tour with an entertainer can seem a little like riding a tornado without a safety belt but you couldn't tell that by me. I've heard how some tours play twenty cities in twenty days but that isn't how things are done in Ireland. Time seems less important and venues aren't always open when you want them to be. We were doing 25 shows in three months and that included a two-week break in the middle to "relax." Not exactly an arduous...
The next few weeks were just plain work. It probably seems like touring with a popular band would be great fun and endless adventure but mostly it was a lot like combat: endless hours of boredom interrupted by moments of shear terror. Well, terror is probably a bit of an overstatement, maybe agitation and concern would be more appropriate. Anytime the girls were heading into a large crowd there was a concern; happily we hadn't had anything like the clusterfuck we'd seen in Clonakilty but...
Between Christmas and New Year our office closed for the holiday break.I had been invited out on a luxury yacht by a couple of guys I was friendly with. The idea was to spend a couple of days and nights on the yacht and then watch the Sydney Fireworks on the harbour. There were supposed to be four of us but Jan, the other girl had been called away as her parents' home had been threatened by the bushfires that were rampant in the country. She had gone to assist them to evacuate the home, if...
SwingersIt all started when I answered an ad for a boat for sale. I had been looking for a good boat for a few years but hadn’t really looked seriously. The ad in the paper was for a year old boat at a very low price and just the type boat I was looking for. The house where the owner of the boat lived was near the local lake. It was a modest home among some very high dollar ones. The boat was parked in the driveway and I spent a few minutes looking it over. It could have been on the showroom floor for...
[I’ve got a blindfold on and I think I’m on a boat somewhere. Can you hear me?...”] “Yes Sarah! I hear you. Are you alright?” “Yes, I’m scared! What do they want with me?” “I don’t know, sweetie, Dad is on the phone with the State Police. You remember Major Gregory, right?” “Yes. Is he going to help me?” “If he can, if not, he knows who CAN help. Listen, Sarah, I’m two hours from home, but we’re headed there as fast as we can. YOU’VE gotta stay calm, okay? Try and get them to take your...
I was in a hurry as I made the turn down to the launch ramp. Sitting in traffic while the last city I went through had people out blocking off streets for their annual Summer celebration made me late. Finally a cop pointed the way to the detour and we got moving again. My plans to be out on the lake by 7 in the morning became nearly 9. The little 14 foot Aluminum boat was loaded though, all I had to do was back her down the ramp and drop the tie downs. It was so light I could easily shove it...
I am self employed and can arrange a lengthy vacation anytime I wish. I leave things to my office manager. She is very capable of running things as well as I can. I told my office manager I would be in very late or maybe not at all this day. I have a few extra $$$$ in my pocket and decided to go to the casino boats on the Ohio river in Indiana. I like to go as often as my $$$$ allowes me. On my way I pass a nice big marina. I can see beautiful boats from the highway as I drive by. I get to the...
EroticThe next day, Sunday, I spent time playing the piano and swimming in the pool. After dinner, I walked down to church; hoping Cathy would be there. I wasn’t disappointed; both she and David were there; David, of course, sitting with Gina. “How was your lunch?” I asked. “Not too bad,” Cathy replied. “But I kept thinking about what we may do tomorrow. Are you sure you are comfortable with being with the other two as well?” “Yes, but can we talk about it afterwards?” I said. “You don’t have to...
Even as I pulled into the long term parking structure near the dock, my mind wandered. Why the fuck was I going on a God damned cruise? I hated boats. Well it wasn't actually hate it was more a healthy dislike. Okay, we're friends of a sort. I mean I'm telling you my story and you're listening to it, so I can be honest. I'm fucking scared of being out in the ocean. No matter how big the boat is, I'm afraid. In fact if I had to be out in the ocean, I'd rather be in a small boat. There's...
I was looking through pictures of our cat. (he had just turned one. I was looking for some good ones that would show how big he’s gotten since we found him when he was about 4 weeks old. We have pix of him on cameras and on our cell phones. I asked Nina if I could look through the ones on her phone and she said ok. I’m telling you this so you won’t think I was snooping through her phone. Scrolling through all of the pictures, I came across one I had never seen. It was my wife Nina, naked,...
The next day, Garry and I were going into town; we both had some final Christmas shopping to do, and he wanted to look through Palings, the large music store with me. He arrived at my place on his bike just after breakfast, and together we walked down to the main bus stop. We had waited till the morning peak hour had passed, that way we would get a seat all the way into town. Standing all the way on a one hour bus trip isn’t much fun! Our bus was a double-decker, and we made our way...
Carol and I had finished putting new exhaust gaskets on the boat so we decided to take it out for a test, she put on her skimpy two piece that just barely covered her large nipples and showed off her beautiful 36DD tits, then she put on her beach coverup that is a white mesh fabric that you could see what she had on underneath, her shoulder length blonde hair needed no care for a day on the boat, at 5'10" she is a good waterskier and has the legs to show she has experience at it. As we were...
Rhett and I started a new routine. One night we spent the night at my place, and the other at his. We woke up before dawn for a nice session of steamy sex, then we went for our walk on the beach, then went back to have breakfast on the porch. We usually spent the morning on the beach until about eleven, chatting, swimming, reading, napping. Then we went back to my place for lunch. After lunch we liked to take a nap accompanied with some good sex; not always though.In the afternoon we usually...
NovelsMy friend Justin and I used to go out on his new boat almost every weekend last summer. Random chicks always gave up their panties for us out on his boat. One night, when I was getting drunk at a bar in Syracuse, I kept focusing on these two chicks, and I couldn’t decide which one to ask out on the boat. Both were young and tan with blond hair and big tits—Justin's and my type—so I asked them both if they wanted to come out on the boat to party with us on the weekend. I decided to go from left...
It was another beach weekend coming up for Jennifer and me, but this time we invited my best friend Ted and his girlfriend, Tina. Ted called me Thursday to say that Tina had a family funeral that came up at the last minute so she couldn’t come down. I asked Ted if he was going to the funeral and he said, “No, it’s out of state so she’s going with family so they won’t be back until Monday and I have to work. ““Why don’t you come to the beach with Jenn and me?” I offered.“I don’t want to be in...
TrueA Day On Amy’s Boat by KatrinaIf you've read my last story about what happened with me and Bobby at my backyard pool, you know that, after that experience, I now think about boys differently. How a smart girl with an aggressive attitude can dominate boys. With my new outlook on life and my new freedom after graduating from college, I planned on enjoying my last summer off before I finally jump in to the rat race and get a job.Well, the first thing I thought about doing was seeing if I could get...
Hi this is Sultanasinha, 36 male from Patna with 49th story forwarded by If you like the story please sends your comments to or Hi, I am Sudhir back with second part of the story “My Wife Becomes My Office Whore”. After my wife’s sexual tryst with my office colleagues she became nymphomaniac. She always wanted sex, 24 hours a day. She would even engage washer man or milkman for sex. It was getting out of hand for me. I took her to psychiatrist who advised a long holiday for her. Doctor was...
She would even engage washer man or milkman for sex. It was getting out of hand for me. I took her to psychiatrist who advised a long holiday for her. doctor was surprised by her enthusiasm. She should be kept away from her regular place. We took a vacation and went to Mumbai to cool ourselves. After few days of sightseeing at Mumbai we took a boat to Elephanta Caves from Gateway of India. It was an hour-long boat ride, with about fifty people, several couples and some students. Rajshree was...
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