Cynthia Palmer s New Life
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Cindy heard April's car come to a sliding stop on the gravel driveway at nine-fifteen the next morning. She heard running steps and was waiting at the door to open it. April was standing there, breathless. There were tears in her eyes as she said, "Cindy, I'm so sorry! We came as fast as we could. There was a mix-up on instructions. Kathy was told to meet me at eight and not seven. It's not her fault. Please be nice to her? All the fault is mine, and as the senior I take all the blame."
Looking at her impassively, Cindy asked, "What action should I take, April? You're fifteen minutes late."
April ran up to Cindy's room and picked up the whip she knew was in the closet. She ran downstairs, gave the whip to Cindy and then walked out the back door to the whipping post. Cindy followed her, still without saying anything. "I think fifteen lashes would be fair, one for each minute. Could you split them, please? Eight on my back and seven across the front? Please try not to cut my nipples." The girl stripped off her clothes and stood with her back to the post and her arms wrapped around it, forcing her full breasts to protrude.
Cindy took the whip and just dropped it on the ground. Then she took the girl in her arms and kissed her softly. "You would have done it, too, wouldn't you? Why? Why on earth would I think of beating you?"
"To show me the meaning of promptness," the girl replied simply. Cindy motioned her away from the post and spanked her once on her firm bottom. April squealed and asked, "What was that for?"
"That's for showing off your oversized tits. I'm jealous and you know it, so it serves you right!" Cindy grinned and stuck out her tongue. April smiled and began to get dressed again.
A simply gorgeous Eurasian girl was standing in the doorway. From the look on her face, she was completely baffled by what was going on. Cindy went over to her with her hand out, "Hi, I'm Cindy Martin. You must be Katherine Chang. Welcome! Now let's get inside out of this heat."
The girls went inside and gathered around the kitchen table having coffee. When they were finished, Cindy led the way to the private gym. She and April had been using it daily for weeks. Kathy watched as the two girls stripped and started on the exercise machines. As Cindy moved against the weights, the girl was amazed at both the total weight she was moving, the ease with which she was doing it, and the extent of the girl's muscle development. There was no fat at all. After working for five minutes, she turned and said, "Kathy, this is a game any number can play. Or do you have a doctor's excuse? Get your ass in gear!"
The girl grinned and stripped off her clothes. As instructed, she was wearing the "divisional uniform" of skin-tight Levi's and a chambray shirt. After she stripped, she stood posed for Cindy's inspection. The girl just whistled softly. She had lustrous black hair, improbably green eyes, and very full breasts. Her body had the grace and sleekness of a cat and at five feet six, she was quite tall for an Oriental woman. But except for her head, she was virtually hairless. Her mound was bare.
Cindy showed her the array of equipment and she began to exercise, too. After forty minutes, they quit and went swimming. April had improved dramatically and Kathy was very good to start with. The three moved up and down like porpoises. Finally they pulled themselves out of the pool and flopped on mats to dry off.
Cindy looked at Katherine and said, "Do Orientals tan, Kathy? My black friend here is just soaking up the sun for the hell of it. Do you?" The girl said yes and smiled. Cindy looked at her and asked, "How was the bank lucky enough to get you? I've seen your credentials and they are spectacular. What are you doing in the bank, and what are you doing in my unit?"
The girl blushed and looked very cute. She spoke softly with an intonation that was at once very musical yet with overtones of British speech. She said, "I've heard so much about you, I felt I must try to work with you. April tells me that you're a slave and she's a junior slave. Does that make me a second assistant slave?"
"We'll work that out," Cindy said with a grin. "But you interest me. You said you've heard so much about me. What could you conceivably have heard? And where?"
"Miss Martin, perhaps it's my Hong Kong heritage, or perhaps it's an accident of nature. Whatever it is, I have an ear for languages. I pick them up very easily. It has become a sort of hobby of mine. The nice thing about Chicago is there are people here in some numbers from almost everywhere in the world. So I spend weekends in these foreign-language communities. It was in these communities I began to hear of the 'Twins who aren't.' It seems there are two girls who are the most beautiful girls in the world. They travel around in a small red car that's now quite famous. They dress the same, they move the same, they are the same height and weight. Except one twin is gold and the other is brown.
"It seems these twins are senior executives at the most important bank in Chicago. Nevertheless, they seek out people to help. It doesn't matter who you are or where you are. If you're working hard and struggling to succeed, they will find you and give you the money you need to prosper. It's the American miracle. The streets are not paved with gold, but there are the Twins. Everyone prays the Twins will visit them, someday. It is said there are guardian angels that look after the twins. They can go anywhere in Chicago safely. They are revered as living saints."
Kathy smiled warmly and added, "One more thing: They're always reported as being kind and friendly and warm. Never do they look down on people. People are always treated with the greatest kindness and respect. I suppose that's why they are so loved."
She looked at Cindy and said, "Obviously, you and April are the twins. Now that I've met you, I'm sure the stories are true. Thank you for giving me a chance to be in your unit. I hope I will be worthy."
Cindy looked at April and said, "Wow! What do you think, partner?"
"She's correct, Cindy," she replied quietly. "I know it's true. I can see it at home. I can go anywhere, at any time, in complete safety. I don't have to worry about my mother or Ronnie. It's as safe as church. As for Kathy, what can I say? She's outstanding ... and beautiful, of course."
Cindy swallowed hard and told the girls what she had learned from her father. She finished by saying, "Last night I had dinner with my father. He told me we have the full backing of the Cliffords, the Chapmans and the Cartwrights. That's about five and a half billion dollars."
She explained what was meant and Kathy started to cry. "What's wrong, hon? I thought it was good news?"
"Miss Martin, you're telling me that three of the wealthiest people in the United States are willing to back us with billions of dollars of their own money so we can help immigrants, blacks, and God-knows-who! Why on earth would they do such a thing? It's unheard of!"
"It's because they feel they were lucky and want to help others without making it charity or making a big deal out of it. That's simple enough." Then she quickly told of the family backgrounds, ending with Janice Stewart. "This is her house, of course. I adore the girl. She's also the smartest person I have ever met — and the most beautiful." She stretched and Kathy saw her muscles ripple under her skin. She said, "Let's go, troops. We have money to give away."
Late that afternoon the girls swung by Henry Kowalski's machine shop. He had recently taken delivery of his new tooling and had asked them to come by and see it. The girls walked into the office with Cindy in the lead. When Henry saw her come in, his eyes lighted up like a Christmas tree. Then he called to Trudy who came running in. After kissing Cindy and April she quickly retreated. The other men from the shop came into the office, too. One of the Poles put his hand out and murmured something in Polish to which Kathy immediately responded. The man looked astonished.
In no time Henry and his two countrymen were talking at once in Polish. Kathy held up her hands, smiled, and said something quickly in Polish. The two machinists took turns with rather lengthy speeches. Kathy merely nodded. After the first spoke, she translated for Cindy and April and then did the same for the second.
"The men are delighted to be able to personally thank you and thank the bank for the wonderful tools they now have to work with. They are the finest the men have ever seen; they have never worked with anything nearly so good. Now they will produce to the highest quality standards in the world! They swore it! It will be made in USA!"
There were tears in her eyes as she finished. She said to Cindy, "These men are so proud! They told me how hard they're studying English. They can't wait to become citizens of the greatest country on earth." At that, she started to cry and Cindy held her tightly. The girl looked up and whispered, "They're right, you know? It is, and you're the greatest American of them all. They love you, Miss Martin." With that the girl kissed Cindy softly on the lips and then recoiled in shock. She exclaimed, "My God! I didn't mean ... Oh, I'm so sorry!"
Cindy gathered the girl in her arms hugged her, and kissed her softly, murmuring, "I'm not sorry at all. It was a delicious kiss, and I love you already, Katherine Chang. But for Christ's sake, the name is Cindy or Cin or Slave. It's rarely Miss Martin. Clear?"
The girl grinned and wiped her eyes. Then they were served little sweets that Trudy Kowalski had made along with coffee. When they left, the entire staff was in front of the building to wave goodbye. As they drove off, April said, "Kathy, while you were talking to the Poles, I was talking to the black boys. First, one is out of reform school and the other is a school dropout. Second, they love their jobs. The Poles are really top machinists — the very best in the world. They're very proud of their skills and are really working with the boys. The boys are working with them on their English. They wanted to say thanks, too. Their last words were that your money is very safe."
The loan volume picked up to such a degree Cindy got April a car like her own. They needed more transportation and she decided the red GTX had become a bank trademark. Volume climbed in terms of both number of loans and average dollar value per loan. Meanwhile, Kathy Chang proved to be invaluable because of both her analytical and language skills.
Late one afternoon, Cindy met April in a small luncheonette in South Chicago for coffee. April reported on recent events with Ron Jackson. It seemed that Ron had been calling. He couldn't believe she was not going to defend her title. Finally, he waited outside the apartment for her one day and grabbed her when she came out. It turned out not to have been a smart move. "Sam Smith took him from behind. He told him that if he ever grabbed me like that again he would be eating his balls for breakfast." April grinned as she added that, even though Ron was a football player, he was a defensive back who stood six feet one and weighed 195. "Sam is six feet six, weighs about 275, and it's all muscle."
"What happens now?" Cindy asked.
"He asked me out for a date," she replied. "He was sort of cute. Sam asked me if that was all right with me, and I said I would have dinner with him if he promised to behave himself." She grinned and said, "He didn't answer, Sam did. He said Ron would certainly behave himself or it would be the last thing he ever did in his life. Anyway, Cindy, would you and Dan join Ron and me for dinner at the Pump Room? Ron's buying, by the way. I said you would come and chaperon. He doesn't know what the word means, but he does know he's paying the bill. Will you?"
"Partner, it's a deal!" Cindy exclaimed. "When will we do it?" They scheduled it for the following night. Ron would pick them up at April's.
The next evening Cindy went over to the Jefferson's. April wasn't home yet, so she talked with Mary and played with the baby who was already starting to toddle. April arrived with Dan shortly before five-thirty and disappeared into the bathroom to shower and change.
A little before six she reappeared looking very nervous. Cindy looked at her and whistled softly. She said, "April, you look devastating!" The girl was wearing a new dress she had bought for the occasion. It was perfect on her, looking at once very demure and very sexy.
Dan looked at her and just shook his head. Mary looked at him with a question in her eyes. Dan said, "Mrs. Jefferson, all I can say is they just are not making bankers the way they used to. No one has ever whistled at me."
Cindy said with a warm smile, "That's just because you're beat up, battered and generally shot to hell. Aren't you lucky that you keep me in such a constant sexual daze I don't even notice?" She leaned over and kissed him softly and lovingly on the lips, making warm sounds deep in her body while she did.
"Did you hear that, Mrs. Jefferson?" Dan asked plaintively. "Those noises? I can't get any sleep with her. All I do is squeeze her tit lightly and she makes those noises for at least the next twenty minutes."
"Right, fink! The Chatty Cathy doll," Cindy interjected, poking him sharply in the ribs with her elbow.
"Mrs. Jefferson, do you recall a little doll where you pulled a string and it says something? This creep says he squeezes my tit and I start making happy noises for the next twenty minutes. I ask you? Then he says he's going to bring out a string next time, and does! How would you like to be compared to a windup doll?"
Mary Jefferson smiled warmly, held up her hands and shook her head saying, "You keep me out of this, young lady!" Then she said, "I hope you two have many children. You make me so happy just watching you. I have never seen two people as deeply in love or as attuned to each other as you are. It's truly wonderful to see."
With her face serious she added, "Mr. Burke, I think it's wonderful what the bank has done for April. The opportunity Miss Martin has given her is beyond belief. My husband fought and died for this country and there were times I was very bitter about it. I didn't think black people were given a fair chance. Now I think Tom is smiling, wherever he is. His daughter is succeeding beyond our wildest dreams. Thank you both."
Mary had seen a warning in Dan's eyes when she started to thank him. She didn't know what was happening, but she didn't say exactly what she had started out to say. When she changed the direction of her remarks, she saw him relax.
He replied, "Mrs. Jefferson, I'm just an analyst at the bank. On the other hand, I've been around the bank for quite a while now, so a lot of people talk to me. The talk in the bank now is about the brilliant young assistant vice president who is minting money for us. No one knows who she is, where she came from, or exactly what she's doing, but whatever it is, it's great!"
Just then there was a knock on the door. April opened it and admitted a very good-looking young man who looked like the trained athlete he was. She introduced Ron Jackson to Cindy and Dan. Mary Jefferson just nodded. Dan noticed that both Mary and Cindy's eyes were cold as they looked at Ron. There was none of Cindy's usual warmth in her greeting; she was very distant and formal.
Ron Jackson was very uncomfortable. He was wearing a suit and tie and it was obvious he wasn't used to it. He held the door and they went downstairs. Reaching the sidewalk, Cindy noticed Sam Smith standing close by, watching. Ron was driving a big Mercedes SEL sedan that he had borrowed for the evening. He self-consciously held the door for April who gracefully got into the car. Dan assisted Cindy and they pulled away smoothly. Almost nothing was said as they drove to the Ambassador Hotel, the site of the Pump Room.
When he drove up, a valet parking attendant opened Ron's door while another opened the passenger-side doors. Seeing April and Cindy, the young man's eyes widened. He motioned to the doorman and instantly they were greeted like royalty. Ron thought he had been recognized but then he saw the doorman salute and say, "Welcome to the Pump Room, Miss Martin and Miss Jefferson. We're honored!"
When they reached the maître d'hôtel's stand, there was a flurry of activity as their table assignment was being changed. The maître d' personally seated them at the best table and asked, "Miss Martin, I hope this table will suit? You may have any table in the house if you would prefer another?"
Cindy smiled warmly and thanked him. The maître d' was black. He went up to April, extended his hand and said, "My name is Howard Washington, Miss Jefferson. Thank you for what you're doing. You're a credit and an inspiration to black people everywhere."
April shook hands and replied, "You're too kind, but it's Miss Martin you should thank. She's my boss and my inspiration. Mr. Washington, the credit is hers. She's the one who taught me what little I know. Then there are the owners and the top management of the bank. Miss Martin's father is president. They gave me my chance. Please thank them."
The man beamed and said, "Thank you all. Please consider yourselves guests of the Pump Room this evening. We're grateful you would think to come here." With that he disappeared.
Ron Jackson had been watching with increasing bafflement. When Washington withdrew he asked, "What's that all about, April? What's going on? You're my woman and I have a right to know!"
April sat up straight in her chair and there was fire in her eyes. "The hell I am and the hell you do, Ron Jackson!" She looked at Dan and said, "You could tell Cindy and my mother were not delighted to see Ron. Has Cindy told you anything about Ron and me?"
"Only that he's the father of your little boy. That's about all," Dan replied quietly.
"Well, that's a good place to start. I was on the pill but Ron made me stop. He wanted me to become pregnant to prove his manhood!" Turning to Ron she asked, "Have you had your contest yet?" Ron nodded. "Who won?"
"Kelly's woman. God, was she great! She took three men at once: Kelly in her cunt and another guy in her ass and a third guy in her mouth, all at the same time!"
"Dan," April said, "that's the contest. I won the last two years. All the girls are naked, of course. Last year I had just given birth to Ronnie. Ron made me drink a lot of brandy and wouldn't let me feed my baby. By the time we got to the party my breasts were aching with all the milk in them. But that didn't last long. I was the life of the party! I served Brandy Alexanders all night long — from my nipples, of course. There was usually a smelly jerk hanging from each tit, sucking up a storm. All Ron did was to fuck me occasionally and a couple of times hit me across the face because my jugs weren't refilling fast enough — his teammates had to wait!
"Dan, could you imagine doing that to Cindy? I could imagine you giving her the brandy. I could imagine her nursing you at her tit." She smiled warmly and said, "In fact, I could see the idea going through her mind when I told her about it the first time. Her thought was that it was something you would enjoy. It would be another way for her to give herself to you. But a meat market? It would be over your dead body, wouldn't it?"
Dan had been sickened by the recital. He just nodded once and held Cindy's hand. He lifted it to his lips and kissed it. Still holding her hand he looked in her eyes and saw incredible warmth and love. Without making a sound he saw her lips form the words, "Thank you, darling."
Ron was sitting abashed. He said, "But April, that's not it at all. It's just a way for the guys to have some fun. We spend all that time at training camp and it's a way to blow off steam."
"Fine, Ron," she said quietly. "Why don't you do what most of your teammates do? Hire someone." She started to say more, then stopped and started again. "I was about to say I would do it if the money were good enough, but I stopped. There's no way in hell the money could ever be good enough. I would die first."
"But why did you do it then?" Ron asked plaintively.
"Because I thought I loved you and you wanted me to. Now I realize you can't love me. Ron, you just love yourself. Incidentally, I see you're having problems on the field. You're getting beaten too often. I don't know if you're losing a step or if you're giving your moves away. Are you working hard in practice? Have your coaches said anything? Does anything show in the films?"
Ron was taken by surprise. He didn't realize April knew anything about football. As a matter of fact, it had never occurred to him that she knew anything at all. He looked at her for the first time and was shocked. Suddenly, he realized how beautiful she was.
But there was something else that he didn't understand. The behavior of the people at the Hotel Ambassador was completely beyond his experience. They were talking to girls! Then a new thought occurred to Ron. He asked April, "What do you do, anyway? I guess I heard you're with some bank. But what do you do? Clean? Receptionist? What?"
"Mr. Jackson," Cindy replied coldly, "April is an assistant vice president and lending officer of Chicago Trust Company. She works for me. She's well on her way to becoming the finest lending officer the bank has ever had." Cindy was disdainful as she continued, "I've heard of male chauvinist pigs in my time, but you are the absolute worst!"
Jackson was stunned. "She's ... She's an officer? In a big bank? What is this, anyway? Is this 'affirmative action comes to Chicago, ' or some kind of shit like that?"
"I thought it was, Ron," April interjected, "but it isn't. As a matter of fact, I consider Cynthia Martin to be my closest friend and confidante. The first time I reviewed loans with her, she didn't say a word. She just looked over my presentations and asked me what I was going to do. She didn't ask what I thought she should do, mind you. Cindy ... Miss Martin asked me what I was going to do. I told her. She still didn't say anything. I thought it was all over for me at the bank. I asked her what we were going to do. She said, as matter-of-factly as she could, 'We're going to pick up the checks, silly. You just made two loans.'
"Ron, I can't tell you how she made me feel right then. I felt I was ten feet tall. You saw Sam Smith watching you tonight? He has one of the first two loans. He served time in prison for armed robbery. No one would lend him ten cents. Chicago Trust Company lent him $85,000."
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Bradford Daniel and I rode together back to Raleigh, a circumstance that gave us a chance to talk privately. I asked him what he thought about Nate's offer. "Clubs often sponsor young golfers that they consider to have serious potential to make the PGA. The odds aren't good, but some people make it. I know that my game is as good as many of the pros when they were my age. What I need is experience and someone to coach me from a professional perspective." "Nate seemed to think that if...
Hi I am Sanjay, now just turned 34 I am businessman, based in a big capital city, and live alone with my wife. Most of my day is spent at the office, and/or traveling. My wife is a typical house wife, stays at home all day, takes care of our one daughter, and generally handles the social activities and such. Cynthia (my wife) and I got married about 7 years ago. Cynthia was and is a homely girl, grew up in a small town, with a conservative joint family. She is about 5 4”, 38/30/36 or so, 36A...
Saturday morning, I was out servicing my truck, checking fluids, and running the vacuum inside. Laura came out to talk to me. "Good morning, Bradford. Haven't seen you in a while." "Hey, Laura. How are you doing?" "OK, I suppose. Nothing new. I haven't seen Cynthia. We didn't get to have our girls' lunch." "Yeah, we had only a few days until she had to move back to her sorority." "I know that she's dealing with a difficult divorce. Is she still your girl friend?" "I...
We all went to the airport to take Alyssa and Ashley to go visit their father. I coached Alyssa to take care of Ashley and not to get caught up in flirting so much that her attention was totally occupied. She wore her most flattering jeans and blouse, looking much older than her fifteen years. Within minutes after arriving at the airport where she would change planes for Iowa, she would attract attention. Although she was traveling as an unaccompanied minor, I still fretted. As she prepared...
Cynthia By: badmouth Ring ring. Another customer. The man tenses in the dark, waiting. In the back room, he can't hear the conversation. Minutes pass. The man relaxes in his rocking chair. Linda doesn't need him. At his breast, the baby stirs, then goes back to sleep. *** "That's me," the man insists, pointing at his driver's license. "I need a replacement bank card." The teller is in his early twenties - my age, the man realizes - and he's having a hard time keeping...
After she drove away, I went to the gym and swam my 5000 meters in near personal record time. Then, I worked out furiously. The next days, I swam twice and worked out between. My mind wandered in class and my brain demanded that I pay attention. It was the hollow feeling in my gut that prevailed. Finally, by Wednesday, sometimes, for five minutes, I did not long for her, and worked on assignments. You're in deep shit. At home Wednesday evening the phone vibrated my pocket. I didn't...
It was nineteen fifty and James Martin took his 18 year old girlfriend Maris Ludwig and her ten year old sister to a secluded lake in Nebraska. It was the place for young people to swim on Sunday. Maris looked good in her black one piece bathing suit. She waded into the water and her sister followed. They swam and played in the water while Jim watched from the car. Cynthia suddenly screeched."Maris, I lost my top" she said frightened.Cynthia had on old shorts and a polka dotted bandana wrapped...
IncestBefore leaving, I checked the cable modem. She has her computer on the cable. After the gym, I went to the big box store to get my equipment. When I went to Laura's house, there was a note on the back door telling me to come in and do what I needed to do. They had gone to visit grandmother. It took a while to get the holes drilled and the cable strung. I had to drill holes through the floor of the closet, but that worked out fine since closets were the same on both floors. I couldn't hide...
Time was dragging; I hadn't been without constructive activity in years. I had classes to take and reserve duty, neither of which was happening at the moment. I asked Laura if she needed anything done. Fortunately, she had some leaky faucets and some other meaningful tasks that would save her a bundle if I could accomplish them. Removing the faucet cartridges and going to the plumbing supply store required a deliberate procedure. The clerks in the large chain home supply store hadn't a...
When I returned from Fort Sill, the house was in order, the dishes were all put away and I found Alyssa and Ashley both at their desks working. What a surprise to find them doing what they should be doing. When I went in to kiss them both, they seemed genuinely happy to see me. I suppose it represented both the relief to know that someone was here and that they honestly missed me. Alyssa hugged me longer than usual and smiled a lot. That felt good inside. We quickly decided that the first...
It must have been quite windy outside because we made a hard landing at Langley. Half an hour later, I was in a Navy van on the way to the Naval Hospital at Portsmouth. Within two hours, I was in my bed tired as hell. A nurse came by with some records and asked how I was doing. "Fine, I think. A little hungry and very tired." "Can you walk to the chow hall?" "I think so. I haven't used my leg much today." She guided me to the chow hall, which was serving sandwiches and snacks at...
Cynthia Laura and I were engaged in a cutthroat game of Scrabble on a Saturday afternoon with the girls. We had not heard from Charles in many days, either by phone or email. Although I missed hearing from him, I had been warned that he could suddenly disappear with no notice. So, I wasn't concerned. My cell phone rang and I answered. A male voice began, "Cynthia, this is Master Chief Cantera from the Reserve Center. I wonder if I could come by and talk to you for a few minutes?" I had...
Cynthia knew this was coming, with Gordon behind bars he would transfer his power. Tyler walked to her swinging a small key chain, then unclasp his hand revealing the key. She dropped her head, in seconds 9 years of raising him from boy to man flashed through her mind.Cyn had met Gordon by chance in a seedy late night bar. After several drinks with his constant flirting he made a pass at her. She thought she could scare him off telling him that she was a T-Girl, but it only served to entice...
Cynthia went to the door. Before opening it she straightened her back and thrust her breasts out. Then she opened it and waited. Peter Stewart was coming up the walk. When he looked up, he saw the girl standing naked in the doorway waiting for him. Smiling, he said, "Hi! I'm Pete Stewart. You must be Cynthia Martin, my wife's new—" "—slave, Mr. Stewart," she finished with a smile. "I'm your wife's bond slave." Suddenly, she appeared flustered. Cindy had been prepared to take...
The trip to college was quite the trip for cynful. You see, when you're riding with a sex crazed dog, like Teddy, that seems to want sex every couple of hours, a simple four day trek across country becomes quite the adventure. At first, they would stop at a rest area and cynful would take Teddy to the very back of the rest area as much out of sight as possible and let him fuck her. They found though that they were getting farther and farther behind schedule. When they stopped for dinner...
Four unhappy women climbed into the van to head back to Raleigh. Although it would be a long day, it would be nothing compared to Charles' trip. In the mirror, I noticed Alyssa crying quietly. I said, "Alyssa, are you having a hard time?" "Yes. I didn't want him to go. I'm scared." "We all are, sweetheart. It's okay to cry. I certainly have and I think your mother is still a little damp." "What are we going to do? He did everything around the house. We can't even go bike...
Sarah and I communicated well when she had time for conversation, often after her shift was over. She made it clear that she liked me as more than just a patient, and in addition to liking her, I found myself lusting for her constantly. It wasn't so bad in the mountains when there were no distractions, but to see it around me every day flamed my desire. She caught up with me while I was in physical therapy. After a couple of cheers, she said, "I got her cell phone. I'll see you...
Shortly after Labor Day, Emily Amelia Hardwick made up her mind to go down to her bank. Emily always thought of Chicago Trust Company as her bank. After all, her great-grandfather was one of the original investors when it was founded, and the Hardwicks had been banking there ever since. Emily made up her mind to see Donald Martin and find out what was going on. Over the last few weeks Emily had noticed that she received particularly good treatment from small merchants whenever she gave them...
Cynthia and Rob lay in bed staring into each other's eyes with love and adoration for each other. They had been going at it like the newly weds they were for the last 24 hours. Between Rob and Teddy, she had had sex at least every couple of hours. She was a bit sore from the ceremony the night before and all of the activity, but it was a good sore. Rob was happy and that was all that was important to her. They had been lying like that for a while when Rob said, "God you are beautiful my...
Next morning, we mounted up in the five-ton truck sitting on benches looking outward. In the "old days," soldiers sat facing each other like a sewing circle until someone figured out that wasn't a good defensive position and changed the seats. Looking outward with weapons at the ready gave us a better chance to see and engage them if they fell within the rules of engagement in effect. I sat next to Sgt. Jefferson, who had coached me yesterday. He started telling me about the situation....
It was two weeks later and Cindy was making a remarkable recovery. She was out of bed and moving, although gingerly. A week earlier Jan had removed the stitches from her crotch and found the most serious cuts were healing nicely. Now Jan was out of the house running errands. She had a lot to do that had been let go during the time Cindy needed constant care. It was early afternoon, and Cin was taking a nap. She awakened when the doorbell rang and then she heard the door open. She heard a...
The following Thursday afternoon, the third of July, Cindy again drove to the station, this time to meet Jeffrey Campbell, and arrived just as he was getting off the train. The first thing he did was to hurt her feelings by commenting on her ugly little Japanese car. She had come to love the thing. Driving out to the house, Jeffrey made a point of telling her that he had relieved himself with a new boyfriend before getting on the train. This time his remark turned her stomach. When they...
April Jefferson was feeling good when she returned to her desk after an early lunch. She was scheduled to relieve Jean at the reception desk at twelve-thirty. She was very pleased with her new job at the bank. The people were very nice and things were starting to work out for her. Looking at her desk she found a note to see Mr. Burke immediately. Suddenly, her heart was in her mouth. It must have been that trouble with the two women this morning, she thought. But they seemed so nice! I hope...
When the Stewarts and Cindy returned home to Deerfield, there was a package waiting for Jan from the bank. She opened it and flipped through the material. Most was routine, but there was a sealed envelope for Cindy which Jan passed over to her. Cindy opened it and scanned it quickly. It was from S. Stratton White, saying that the loan to Chicago Steel had been turned down. He indicated he would be available to talk about it at two o'clock Monday afternoon. Cindy was furious as she got ready...
It was only a week before Christmas when Cindy called April and asked what the Division was going to do for a party. Hanging up the phone, April immediately called the dining room and asked about scheduling a Christmas party for the division. By now the unit numbered sixty people and it was still growing rapidly. The initial response was laughter. She was told in no uncertain terms that all facilities had been booked for over six months. Hearing the news, April was ashamed. It was the first...
The last-minute preparations were all set for the feast Cindy had planned and prepared. Although Jan had cooperated with her on the hors d'oeuvres, the dinner was entirely Cindy's. She had planned it, purchased the food with her own money, and prepared it. In spite of her teasing, it turned out that Kelly was a very good cook and, working with Cindy, had become much better. Kelly was going to personally handle the final preparations so Cindy could remain seated. The girls who were going to...
When they left J.J. Murphy's, snow was falling. Again, Cathy surprised Ken. It was very cold and the wind was swirling the snow around the street lights. But instead of huddling into her coat like all the other girls he knew, Cathy held her head up straight and seemed to enjoy the sensation of the snowflakes melting on her face. Unselfconsciously, she took his hand and held it as they walked down the street. It was only a few blocks to the apartment, Cathy had said. They had gone less than...
After a little discussion, Cathy and Ken decided to leave the Bears' party and have dinner alone. It turned out that they were both now famous in New Orleans and Antoine's management was happy to oblige them with a table in spite of the Super Bowl crowd. They were quietly enjoying a pre-dinner drink when Cindy and Dan appeared and asked to join them. Cindy made a remark to Ken with a wink about the uppity slaves she had to put up with these days. After they ordered drinks Cindy just looked...
For the month following the events of the Thanksgiving Weekend, things picked up a steady routine. The Friday evenings at the porn shop ended after the auction and Susie and June were allowed to heal. The two still attended classes but their hearts weren't into it. Susie because she was totally humiliated having to walk around with the piercings and chains hanging off her. Quite a few of her classmates stopped and asked her why she had done something so outrageous. She didn't know what to...
Cynthia had went to a local gym which she done twice a week for some years with her friend. Today she had went alone as her friend was not able to come with her. At 53 years old and a little overweight she enjoyed the time working on the treadmill and working out on the various equipment. Walking on the treadmill her beautiful blonde hair swung back and forth with each step and her 36DD breasts snapped up and down with the concussion of each step. Cynthia's Workout Cynthia had went to a local...
MatureIntroduction: Cynthia arrives at her sisters house for a relaxing vacation and an early Christmas treat from Rhoda Next day, the human touch was still on my mind and I decided to make an appointment for a minor touch up treatment. It definitely still stings at first but the pleasurable massage following the Brazilian waxing with the soothing human touch is still worth the trip. This new avenue of pleasure had arrived for me about a year and a half ago. Every few months I would treat myself this...
Cindy made the coffee and carried a tray upstairs. Carefully, she opened the door, trying not to make any noise. But just the sound of the latch turning was enough to waken Jan. She looked at Cindy and winked. She's wide awake! And she's not bleary eyed or fuzzy. She's beautiful even when she awakens! Janice Stewart is unreal, she thought. Cindy saw Jan's hand squeeze Pete's that was cupping her breast. His eyes opened instantly. Jan's face was turned towards his and she heard her...
When Cynthia Martin regained consciousness the next morning, it was like rising through a red fog of pain. She finally worked up enough energy to open her eyes. When her eyes opened, the first thing she saw were Jan's brilliant blue eyes looking at her. She tried to smile and almost did. Realizing she was in a bed, she tried to get up, but Janice's hand gently held her down. Cindy was amazed at how weak she was; she couldn't overcome even the slightest pressure. Jan said softly, "Where...
Over the next weeks things slowly returned to normal. Cindy's body had now healed: There were now only red lines marking the cuts on her body which were fading fast under her golden tan. One day Pete returned home driving a new car, a bright red Mazda 323 GTX. He parked it next to the garage and Cindy came out to look at it. "What happened to the BMW? Get a little too close to a tree?" "Oh, this? No, it's yours. I left mine at the office," he replied. "Mine? What do you mean, mine?...
On Friday the doorbell rang at noon. Jan went to the door and found a man standing there with a large bag in his hand. He asked, "Are you Janice Stewart? You look like the description your mother gave me. I'm Henry Hall, your mother's hairdresser. She said you have a friend staying with you who has a big date and she asked me to come out and fix her hair." Jan's jaw dropped. When she was in Los Angeles she commented on the fact that all of the girls in the Clifford & Jamison office...
The next morning after their lovemaking, Cindy dragged Dan out of bed. Along with the Stewarts, they went to church early and then returned home to another breakfast Cindy prepared. With her heart in her mouth, she made croissants which turned out to be as light and flaky as Jan's best. She served them with omelettes which were also masterpieces. Jan just shook her head sadly and said, "Pete, it's all over. I used to think I was a passable cook, but there's no way I could do...
The next morning Jan went into the office of Illinois Technologies with Pete. Cindy learned they were planning to change the company name to The Peters Drive Company. By now she had become so expert in cleaning she finished her work in the house by ten, and then put on a pair of tight Levi's and a chambray shirt she borrowed from Jan. As a result of her workouts on the exercise equipment, her own clothes were now all too tight in the shoulders and too full on her hips. Getting in her car,...
Kathy woke up when she felt a pressure on her breast. She looked up and found herself looking into Bill Cartwright's blue eyes. "Good morning, my darling," she whispered. "Are you ready to make love to me yet this morning?" Bill kissed her passionately and then rolled over between her legs. She positioned his cock and soon she could feel him moving inside her wetness. It was better than it ever had been. Soon she had her first orgasm, and then more with increasing frequency. Finally she...