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Leading all five of my horses, I walked into the Las Cruces of 1850 for the first time late that afternoon about four, after nearly a full day of walking. Mr. Mendoza’s Livery Stable and Freight Yard was easily found. The first person I saw directed me to the distinctive building with the wooden second floor at the north end of town. Luckily, Mr. Mendoza was outside talking to a young boy. When he saw me, he looked surprised. He quickly dismissed the boy, telling him to muck out two specific stalls before going home, and then turned to me.

In a formal tone I said, “Good evening, Mr. Mendoza, it’s good to see you made it back safely. If you have a few minutes, I’d like to talk a little business. If not, I can come back first thing in the morning.”

“I certainly have time to talk, young man. What kind of business did you have in mind?” he asked cheerily.

“Well, Sir, I need to know the prices for a few things. First, I’d like to have these five horses shod. Second, I need a good saddle and tack. Third, I need four good mules with panniers, and lead tack. Finally, I’d like to buy a good used wagon, with harnesses and tack for both a two mule and a four-mule team,” I said.

“Hmm, let’s see. Shoeing will cost you about fifteen cents at the farrier. I can let you have a good saddle and all the tack for five dollars. As a matter of fact, I think I have one that will fit you perfectly with matching tack. It’s not fancy but it’s good quality and well cared for. Four mules with panniers, and tack will run you twenty dollars each. I have a good used farm wagon that I can let you have with tack for another twenty, so the total cost will be a hundred forty-five dollars and seventy-five cents.” He gave me a doubtful look before asking, “Do you have that kind of money?”

I gave him my best grin and replied, “No, Sir. But I do have this,” showing him a gold bar. “I think it’s about five ounces. How much will that get me?”

“I don’t know, let’s go over to the store and weigh it. Gold’s going for about seven dollars an ounce here, so that won’t be enough to cover what you want,” he said with a shrug.

I was a little surprised at the gold price he quoted, but not shocked. I knew that from 1838 until 1932 the price of gold hadn’t changed by more than a few cents an ounce and that wouldn’t change until after 1932 when the gold standard was repealed. The official federal price of gold from now until 1932 would be roughly twenty dollars an ounce. However, that was the price delivered to the mint after full assay. There weren’t any mints in this part of the country yet, and as I’d discovered, moving freight of any kind was time intensive and fraught with all kinds of peril. While gold is pretty easy to verify, the purity level is not, and without a full assay every gold transaction based on weight carried an element of risk for the buyer. Still, an almost sixty percent discount seemed a little steep to me. Then again, I trusted Mr. Mendoza.

Mr. Mendoza led me down the dusty street further into town to a small store, and introduced me to the owner, Mrs. Amador, a middle-aged lady with gray just beginning to show in her hair. He showed her the gold bar and asked her to weigh it for him. When weighed, it came out to five ounces on the nose. She was really curious by then and asked where I got it.

I gave Mr. Mendoza a quick glance and then shrugged. “I mined it up north, Mrs. Amador. I ran into Mr. Mendoza twice out on the Camino Real a few months back and decided to come into town and ask him if he could help me. I really like this valley, and I’ve decided to buy some land here; but I need to look around some more to see exactly where. In the meantime, I want to buy mules, a wagon, and some supplies.”

Mrs. Amador asked, “What kind of supplies are you thinking about?”

I thought for a moment. “Well, if I have enough gold, besides animals, tack, and wagon; I’ll need enough flour, bacon, beans, coffee, vegetables, and salt for three months, and a coffee pot, cup, fork and spoon, and a frying pan, at a minimum.”

Mr. Mendoza shook his head with a look of sadness on his face. “Son, I’ll give you the going price of seven dollars an ounce for the bar here, giving you a total of thirty-five dollars. But that’s a far cry from the price we talked about for the mules and equipment, much less the supplies you talked about.”

Mrs. Amador’s body language led me to believe she agreed with the price quoted.

I gave them both my most engaging grin. “It’s a good thing I brought these, then,” I said as I pulled out four more bars from the cargo pockets of my pants and placed them on the counter.

“Good Lord, Son, how many more of those do you have?” Mr. Mendoza asked in surprise.

I looked at both of them before replying, “I have enough to buy some land, once I find what I want. I don’t know what I need, just yet, so I may have to go back north and get some more.”

They both nodded at my refusal to tell them how much I had, or where I got it. Mrs. Amador weighed the other four bars of gold and told Mr. Mendoza they all weighed the same: five ounces.

“Alright, Son, that’s a total of a hundred and seventy-five dollars for the gold. Come on back to the stable with me, and I’ll give you the money you have coming, minus the cost of the animals and equipment. That way you’ll have money for dinner and a place to stay, if you don’t want to spend the night camping out.”

With another grin, I thanked them both for their help, and let Mrs. Amador know that I’d be by in the morning to work out the supplies I wanted.

Mr. Mendoza and I walked back over to the stables, where he disappeared inside for a few minutes. When he came back out, he handed me the money and said, “Son, there’s a pretty good little restaurant next door, where you can get dinner for a reasonable price. There’s a Drover’s Inn just north of here up the street where you can get a room for the night. I’ll see you in the morning and get you fixed up. It’s time for me to head home for supper.”

“Thank you, Sir, see you in the morning,” I replied happily.

I was looking forward to having a meal cooked by someone besides myself, and eating in a room with someone, anyone, for company. I’m a pretty good cook, but food always seems to taste better when it’s made by someone else.

The restaurant recommended by Mr. Mendoza appeared to be relatively prosperous. Like everything else in Las Cruces, it was in a fairly new adobe building and covered in fresh stucco, but unlike most of the others, there was glass in the windows and the top half of the door. There was a wood floor, instead of the packed dirt floor I’d been expecting, and a wooden counter near the front door with a doorway behind it draped in beads leading back into the interior of the building. Dinner was the best I’d ever had. It was really good, and really cheap. A big plate of enchiladas and beans left me full, and ready for a stroll around town.

It was dark by this time, and I simply wandered up and down the dusty streets trying to work off that full feeling. I ignored the saloons. The three that I saw, looked not worth the effort, since I wasn’t much of a drinker, couldn’t stand the taste of beer, and the scotch I had back at the RV was certainly going to be better than what was available in a raw 1850 frontier town.

The Drover’s Inn Mr. Mendoza had recommended was small. I was given the option of renting a single room or renting a bed in a bunk house style building out back for a fraction of the cost of a room. I took the room. I probably should have spent the night out in the open. The bed was lumpy and uncomfortable, at best, and I didn’t even want to think about the critters that were calling the straw filled mattress I was sleeping on, home.

I was up the next morning, had breakfast at the restaurant, and was waiting at the stables for Mr. Mendoza when he arrived. He told me he had taken the horses over to the blacksmiths last night on his way home, and I could pick them up in a couple of hours. Walking into a tack room, he pointed to the saddle and tack he had in mind for me and helped me haul it out into the daylight. The saddle was what I would call a typical vaquero model, with a slightly larger horn and cantle than the normal western saddle I was used to. It was nearly new and had been used just enough to be broken in; and, as he had said, it was of high-quality workmanship, and well maintained. Although it wasn’t fancy, it was definitely not nondescript. Centered on each saddlebag, were two overlapping stick figures with halos over their heads. He’d picked it up about a year ago from a stranger who’d ridden into the stable slumped in the saddle with two arrows in him. The stranger died without regaining consciousness, and since no one in town knew him or where he came from, Mr. Mendoza kept the horse and tack in return for paying the funeral expenses.

He showed me the four mules, panniers, and tack I’d bought for them. He then mentioned that these were well trained mules and would not need lead ropes if I didn’t want to use them. He also said that each set of panniers would hold about four hundred pounds, so that was pretty much the limit he would recommend.

Thanking him for his help I let him know I had decided to stay in town for another day and paid him to stable the horses and mules overnight.

With my transportation needs taken care of, I spent the rest of the morning back at Mrs. Amador’s store, coming up with a list of what I’d need for the next three months. I ended up with the normal staples for the time: flour, bacon, salt, sugar, dried beans, potatoes, coffee beans and a bean grinder, a plate, a cup, utensils, a large two-pronged cooking fork, skillet, a coffee pot, a Dutch oven, and various spices. I’d also bought a large glass jar with screw lid, four tea balls, and a box of tea leaves. Then I bought one pair of simple canvas pants with suspenders, a linen shirt, and a coat to wear when I was in town.

All together the total cost for roughly three months of staples and the extras was just under ten dollars. I arranged to pick everything up the next morning and went out to explore the other businesses in town.

Las Cruces of 1850 was not only new, being only two years old, but was typical of Southwestern villages and towns. The dirt roads seemed to be more dust than anything else, and walking any distance covered you in a fine layer of the stuff. In the middle of town was a plaza. There was a small single-story church without a bell tower off to one side, and businesses stretching off in both directions up and down Main Street. Most businesses and houses were flat roofed adobe, with some covered in stucco some without. There were few covered porches, even fewer sidewalks, and all the doors were raised at least 18 inches from ground level to prevent water from getting inside during the annual rainy season, when floods were likely.

I was surprised at the number and types of businesses that were already established, although I probably shouldn’t have been. I found a butcher and bought twenty pounds of smoked sausage as well as what looked like porterhouse steaks. A few doors down and across the street, I found a bakery and arranged for the baker to make me a dozen small loaves of long thin bread I could pick up tomorrow morning, along with a standard round loaf of fresh bread. There were leather shops, more general stores like Mrs. Amador’s, and even a silversmith. Near Mr. Mendoza’s Livery Stable was a small wainwright’s shop with its attendant wagon yard, a woodwrights shop with a few small stacks of rough-cut lumber drying in the sun, and a blacksmith. I also found a house with a large walled yard containing adobe bricks, viga beams, and piles of lime, sand, and caliche.

I spent the rest of the day at the livery stable saddle breaking my horses. I saddled each one with all the tack, mounted up, and rode once around the corral. Then I removed everything and repeated the process over and over again. When I was done, they were still skittish but tolerant, nonetheless. I put them in their stalls, brushed them down making sure they had a good meal and clean water, before heading to the restaurant for dinner, followed by bed.

The next morning, after breakfast, I helped Mrs. Amador’s fourteen-year-old son Martin, who worked for Mr. Mendoza, hitch up the mules to the wagon, and tied the horses to the back of the wagon. Mr. Mendoza came out from the stables and wished me good luck in finding what I was looking for. I thanked him for all his help, and drove out of the stable yard to pick up all my supplies before heading back to the cave and the RV.

Having a wagon and mules proved to cut the time needed to travel, significantly. and I pulled up outside the cave a little after noon. I didn’t want to think about riding a horse any distance. I was sure I would be saddle sore in no time, since I hadn’t ridden a horse for long distances in more than eight years. At the same time my butt was numb from all the bouncing around on the wagon’s unpadded seat.

I unloaded the wagon outside the cave before taking it back down the slope and parking it in the canyon I’d been using for the horses. I stored everything away in the RV, or in large plastic bins under the RV as appropriate. I then took a hot shower and relaxed with a nice cold Diet Coke. I cooked one of the porterhouse steaks with a baked potato for dinner, and then sat down with a scotch to do some more planning.

It was already early June, and I wanted to get to Santa Fe and back before the annual monsoons arrived. At twenty miles a day the six-hundred-mile round trip would put me back at the RV in roughly thirty days, plus whatever time I spent in Santa Fe itself. That was, of course, provided there were no problems along the way.

Once I’d found a bank, I felt I could trust, I planned to sell the gold and visit the land office to see what land around the Robledo Mountains was available. If it was available, I intended to file a homestead with the cave entrance centered on the claim. Hopefully, the eight hundred gold bars I was taking would be enough to buy the entire Robledo Mountain area down to the river, and another three miles east to the base of the Doña Ana Mountains. This would give me four miles in every direction from the cave, or eight miles squared, totaling roughly 40,000 acres. My backup plan was to look at what was available on this side of the Organ Mountains, from Dripping Springs down to Las Cruces.

When I was done in Santa Fe I planned to return to the cave, with a stopover at Trujillo Gulch for another load of gold. I’d need significant funds for building what I was envisioning, as well as buying cattle and farm tools, hiring permanent vaqueros, farm hands, and staff for the house. A grand dream for certain, but if I could stay alive, I thought I could make it an established working reality before the Civil War broke out. When the gold ran out in the Caballo Mountains, I planned on taking a trip west out to the Colorado River and work the La Paz sites.

My first priority after this trip though, was going to be taking the time to build a one room adobe house in front of the cave entrance to meet the homestead requirements, as well as to hide the cave entrance from sight.

The next morning, after breakfast, I set to work loading ten burlap bags I’d bought from Mrs. Amador with eighty gold bars each, spreading the total load between two sets of panniers. On top of the gold, I added a layer of food, a small water barrel, the camping gear I’d bought, the metal detector, an entrenching tool, and my SCOTTeVEST flannel jacket with the separate overlaying windbreaker I knew I’d probably be needing it before getting back from Santa Fe.

After dinner, I loaded up six more pistol and rifle magazines. I wanted something for close protection on this trip as well, so I pulled one of the Remington 12-gauge shotguns from the trailer, took out the magazine plug and loaded it up. I also pulled fifty more shells for the shotgun. All the spare loaded magazines and shotgun shells went in the saddlebags, along with the packages of beef jerky I’d bought in town.

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Robledo MountainEpilogue

The big heavy-set Hispano sat at the table, chair against the back wall, methodically chewing his dinner. All the while, he was watching everything that went on in the noisy, dusty, smoke filled cantina. His head and face were covered in a mass of dirty wild hair and thick beard, as his small, perpetually blood shot eyes, were constantly moving as he evaluated everyone and everything around him. Anger was in every crease and fold of his body, radiating off of him in an almost tangible...

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My dad8217s friend between my mom8217s leg 8211 Part 2

So as per the last story where I ended, I will be continuing from the same about how my dad’s friend fucked my mom. Mom did a great drama of just lying down on the bed with a dupatta tying on her forehead and not saying a word between me and Dad’s conversation. When we both were leaving, I looked back. She winked at me, and I understood. As soon as we reached the corridor, she sent me a WhatsApp message. When I checked it, I saw it was a pic of mom and Jatin’s uncle. Jatin uncle had already...

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Cosmic Kid Gets captured

The mighty 22 year old lad flies into space and soaks up cosmic rays. He can feel his powers grow stronger, replenishing his superhuman abilities. Soon he will be fully recharged and can once again standvigil against the ever present criminals of Earth.Cosmic Kid mysteriously appeared one year ago. He has been defending humanity from the hideous acts of the world’s master criminals ever since. Despite being placed in the most dire of predicaments, theCosmic Kid always emerges in triumph. Scores...

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Shemales on Vacation

Shemales on Vacation or Fun in the Sun, When Boys Will Be Girls! by Mistress Tawny Suede ****** Chapter One - Cum Fly With Me! Teri Nolan and Brenda Vink giggled to each other as they whispered excitedly between them. It was hard to pay attention to the movie showing at the front of the cabin on their long flight across country to California. Their minds were on their sorority roommate, Dallas Green, who had just a few minutes earlier gone back to one of the washrooms at the...

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Series Of Incest BDSM For My Brother 8211 Part 1

Hi iss readers this is my first story here and this story is about how me and my friend seduce my brother and use him to fulfill our bdsm fantasies (all the names used here r fake) Let me introduce myself I am kavitha from a small town in kerela.My brother arjun and my friend keerthi are others involve in this incident. Me and keerthi were collage mates and our friendship get deep in 1st year as we both were in same hostel room.We both are in same age of 22 and my bro was 20. She introduce me...

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Good Boy Dont Do That

Justin Calhoun is a good boy. His mother raised him to be kind, sweet, honest and pure. Not that their family was religious, but Mrs. Calhoun made sure her little boy wasn’t going to be the type of man his father had been; lecherous, womanizing and misogynistic. Since he was their only child, Mrs. Calhoun doted on him throughout his life, being stern when needing to be to ensure her little boy became the gentleman she wanted him to be.Now at 22 years old and on summer break from medical school,...

First Time
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In The Principals Office at Middlesex High

Bonnie Anderson was the very domineering principal of Middlesex High, a well known all girls school in a large southern city. The school had a fine reputation for turning out well-behaved graduates that both their families and the community could be proud of. Many young women, not thrilled with that reputation, went there because their parents were attracted to the discipline Miss Anderson offered. Many of their mothers had been students there before, and while not happy going over the knees of...

Spanking
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Marinas Transformation

She wants more of me, not satisfied with sitting on my lap and having me caress her tits and kiss her mouth passionately, she has to have more. She moves to kneel over me straddling my thighs with her knees to face me. Her fingers slowly undid my necktie and slid it from around my neck. She leans down and kisses me softly on the lips as her fingers one by one unbuttoning my shirt exposing my chest to her kisses and touch. She kisses my neck, and down onto my chest. My hands running through...

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My First BBC

I've been an active bi-sexual man for most of my life. I knew I liked boys probably before I even had sex with girls, but that's a post for another day. What I knew I really wanted, at least since my teen years, was to be with a black man. I write this as a white male, one who grew up in a large city, befriended and knew quite a few black men in my youth, and the attraction was always there. I just could never get myself to act on it when I was younger, mostly out of fear of my upbringing,...

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Kissing CousinsChapter 6

She climbed onto my chest and laid across my body. The only sound in the room was us breathing. Her scent was intoxicating. I could spend hours just having her lie in my arms. I couldn't help myself and I started lightly caressing her breast through her blouse. "Steve?" "Yeah?" "I'll give you about four hours to stop doing that." Memories of our first night sleeping at Mom's. "I'd love to do that forever. However, I think it's time to get ready." She kissed me on the...

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Sub Zero Episode One

She’s programmed herself to talk the talk, but walking the walk reveals she’s inexperienced. You have to read the body language closely: the widened eyes, the lack of grace in posture, the barely repressed nervous giggle. She tells you she’s had this Master and that Sir and maybe she has, but they’ve all been phonies and wanna-bes, poseurs who – like her – only think they’re in the lifestyle. But they’re not. And it shows. She doesn’t look comfortable on her knees yet. She’s not found her...

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Tennis Moms Take On Family

Linda and Stacy were both the same age--thirty-six--and looked great. But they were like night and day: Linda was a tall, six-foot platinum blonde, with , and a runway model's body; Stacy was Italian, five-four, with huge breasts and long black hair. Her body was thin, but more curvacious.  They just got finished with a morning of tennis, and now they were in the locker room. They only went there to dry themselves with towels, and rest a bit (neither of them liked to shower in public). Stacy...

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Inprocessing

Rebecca only knew that she’d been sold. She had no idea who had purchased her or what they had in mind. She had her suspicions of course. If it was her company, the one she’d embezzled, her life would hardly be worth living anymore. If it were a man, she could expect to be debased and used, unable to claim rape or assault. If it were a woman who had paid for her, she may as well slit her wrists with the sharp edge of a piece of paper now. Rebecca knew how women could be. Once off the podium,...

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I had NO clue but I had fun

In my mid 20's I worked in this office building downtown for a few years, and hated the job. Although it did cum with "percs". I remember when I started I worked in the mailroom and they treated us like crap, but they paid well and I needed it. So after a few weeks I start to learn my way through the building, and get acquainted with some of the fine women on each floor. And every body knew that the 20th floor was like honey central. Hot, gorgeous, bad, sexy ass women from executives to...

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My Missed Out Chances

Hi, Glad to meet you all again thru ISS. I have been reading stories in this site for 5+ years and I have written my experiences as well here. Today, I’m not going to write anything sexy but the missed out chances. If I had capitalized those chances, it could have led me to have sex with those girls/ladies. About me, I’m from South Tamilnadu and right now in Chennai. Year 1991: I don’t know when exactly I started getting addicted to sex. But I could still remember it started at the age of 6 or...

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Meri Behan Ka Adhura Pyaar

Ek subah mujhe apne ek friend ka call aya. Uski awaz mein kuch seriousness tha aur usne pucha, “Tera teri behan ki taraf kuch dhyan hai kya?” Maine kaha, “Ha hai. Par aisa kyu bol rahe ho?” To usne kaha, Tum gaon aao aur khud hi dekh lo.” Itna bol kar usne phone rakh diya. Yaha se kahani ki shuruwat hoti hai. To sabse pahle apko mere bare mein aur meri behan ki bare mein batata hu. Mainera naam Rohit hai age 25 good looking hu. I know apko mujh mein koi interest nahi hai. Meri behan ka naam...

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From a Dream to a Nightmare to

A husband learns the hard way to be very careful what he wishes for. CHAPTER 1 Jason and Abigail had been married five years and their sex life to date was very satisfying, but pretty much vanilla.  They always showered first and climbed into bed together.  There was plenty of kissing and touching and occasionally there would be oral sex, although only as foreplay.  Abby wasn’t keen on swallowing or even spitting; she didn’t want semen in her mouth.  It wasn’t that she’d had a negative...

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Galactic Adventures Star Wars

You open your eyes to a completely white scene. At first you wonder if you had gone blind as when you raised your arm to rub your eyes, you couldn’t see your hand. This however changed when you couldn’t feel your face, or your body, or your hands. It was like you didn’t have a body any more. “Ahh! Good! You’re here!” exclaimed an exuberant female voice from seemingly everywhere at once. “Where am I?” You ask “Who are you?” You add, attempting to look around in the wide open nothingness. “Me?...

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Blackmailed My Younger Sister

Hi ISS. I’m Arnav a typical bombay lad recently finished my 12th grade. We are a family of four and my parents are usually out of the house so it’s mostly me and my sister all the time. My sister Komal is only a year younger. She is a super hot bombshell. She is around 5’8, really skinny but packs a very firm pair of tits. Her ass is really wide and certainly the highlight of her body. She has a thing for mini shorts that are just big enough to cover her ass cheeks, ending just beneath them....

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SHEILA 11

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Sheila had stopped at the edge of the city I was staring at her with a questioning look. [Is everything alright?] I asked through my thoughts. Shaking my head I knew that this was going to take a while to get used to. [I am not certain that I am alright.] Sheila answered me bringing a lot of my fears to the surface. [Have you and your systems been compromised?] I asked as soon as...

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Jerryrsquos World ndash Andirsquos Surprise

So I am a nudist now eh! Well at least that solves the problem of what to wear for the interview process and as I hadn’t even got dressed from my shower I didn’t have too much preparation so I sent a quick reply.. “Hi Andi, yes can interview you this morning” and it was seconds before she replied, “See you soon x” which was an interesting use of the ‘x’, was it a sign of endearment for a job interview?I decided that it may not be appropriate to answer the door naked so I slipped...

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Fern and Ryuko

The rules were: don’t go near the shore because humans were inquisitive to a point that was almost barbaric. If they caught you, it wasn’t so much a catch and release program as it was a catch and “hold indefinitely until your eventual stress-death from all the testing they put you through” program. Fern, however, was inquisitive to a point that she could (and would) avoid capture by any and all means possible if it meant she could see them up close for a little while. Curiosity killed the cat?...

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Am I Going CrazyChapter 8

We made it back ta Austin afore the weather got too damned cold, thank God! Ta tell the truth, Austin is as far north as I want ta be when winter comes! When it comes ta seasons, I figure God made three of 'em, but Satan made winter. Nevertheless, I still was a kid when it came ta presents, soz I was right happy when Christmas/New Year came around. Most people what went ta church right regular-like had switched ta givin' presents at Christmas, but there was still lots of folks what counted...

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Monster

I have created a Monster- not in the Doctor Frankenstein sense, no scalpel involved, no body parts obtained by nefarious means- but I have created one, nonetheless. Molded with word and deed alone. It is surprisingly easy- take one male specimen, a simple enough creature, and using feminine wiles, charm and plain old blackmail, I found I could turn him into the almost perfect companion. I call him Monster, which he takes as a term of endearment. I told you they were simple. I’m not a...

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KellyChapter 24

Mike was driving as they rolled through the main gate at Fort Campbell, Kentucky. They exchanged knowing glances. The sentry hadn’t looked up from his comic book — he just waved their car through. Mike and Kelly were both in civilian clothes and both had deep tans from their Hawaiian honeymoon. They found the headquarters building and walked in. Kelly was wearing a leather jacket with a fur collar similar to a World War II bomber jacket over a sweater and skirt. Her golden hair was back in a...

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A Pets performance

A Pet's Performance."Where are we going master?""Out my pet. Something special. Come along now like a good little girl."He jerks on her leash and she moves quickly to his side. She is dressed in a little short skirt and a tight low cut top. Boobs on display. Ass on display.He is tall and with long dark hair and very intense eyes. Dressed in black pants and a black dress shirt.They walk out of the house and to the little black sports car. He opens the door and she climbs in more like an a****l...

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A Real TeacherChapter 2

The following day, I walked on clouds all day wrapped up in my dreams of what had happened the previous afternoon. When I walked into my last period English class, there were giggles from all the girls and lewd comments from many of the guys but I didn't lift my eyes off the floor, afraid that I would get another hard-on if I saw Mrs. Stanton. I managed to concentrate on the subject enough to get through the class. I packed up quickly and hurried out with the crowd but was caught when Mrs....

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Love v Lust Chapter 11

by aliveinpr My stories do not necessarily reflect my personal proclivities, desires, wants or fantasies. Read and enjoy. It has been a long day, in fact, it has been a long week. It’s finally Friday and I was looking forward in getting home and relaxing with a quick hot shower, dinner and then a full weekend of sex. My wife and I are in our 50's and both kids are on their own after college and landing good jobs. My wife, Jan, works 2 to 4 days a week, a varied schedule as an...

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fuck story

"... Husband and Wife Sex Kar Rahe The. Achanak kisine Door Bell Bajayi.Aadmi ne 5 Min bad Darwaja Khola. Dost - Yaar badi der laga di darwaja kholne me ? Aadmi - Hum log chatni koot rahe the. Shararti Dost bola - Bhabhi hame bhi Chatni chatao. Hoshiyar Bhabhi - Maine To Bartan Dho Diye Hai,Kutne ke Dande Par Lagi Hogi, Chat Lo. "...****This happened in the year 2006 when I was in the 12th I use to be very naughty in the school days and use to have double meaning joke sharing with our friends...

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The Makeout Machine

This story contains no sex. None at all. That said, I hope you enjoy it. * It was the first full day of summer vacation. School had ended at noon the day before. I was just finishing my Cheerios when Jimmy knocked on the back door. My mom let him in and he sat down across from me at the table. He looked very excited. ‘Dave, the pool is open.’ ‘I know, Jimmy. Want to go swimming?’ ‘We got a new lifeguard this year.’ I nodded as I crunched. That wasn’t big news. Jimmy continued, ‘He’s a...

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