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Hobo and the Proper Villain were a common sight in the Crossroads. And they usually drew smiles with the PV riding along on Hobo’s back.

Pilar or Walker, often both of them, took Hobo out almost every day. But even when she wasn’t along, her presence is felt. I was walking through the Wrigley lobby one afternoon and I heard Pilar speaking firmly to Scout and shy little Wally Maypole, “Remember, it’s Hobo’s walk, not yours. It’s a dog walk, not a people walk.”

Both men nodded dutifully.

“Let him take his time — he loves to smell everything along the way.”

More nodding.

Pilar spotted me and smiled, “Hobo’s sense of smell is 10,000 times stronger than ours. If he learns the smell of someone’s urine, he could detect a single drop in a swimming pool.”

I found myself nodding too. I stroked Hobo the way Pilar had taught us — from the back of his neck to his tail. Long, caressing strokes that he lapped up. Strokes that said ‘I love you.’

Hobo had already proven himself when he attacked Greta Gunther in our loft. That day she had a gun pointed at Pilar’s head. When Pilar asked for a favor, an FBI favor, Sandra Fleming didn’t hesitate.

It was back when Vanessa and Cathal had rescued me from Dixie Wexler. When he was still in custody. Sandra allowed me to take Hobo to the same interrogation room where Wexler would later capture Constance Grayson.

Pilar had instructed me, “Let Hobo smell Wexler for as long as he wants.”

“Okay, honey.”

“He’ll memorize that fucker. Hobo has over two hundred million scent receptors. Every part of Wexler’s body smells different. Hobo will know him a block away. In the dark.”

Wexler was his usual impassive self. His attorney started to object but Wexler shrugged him off. He just didn’t care. The attorney sat quietly, resigned. He had a thousand-yard stare that suggested his doctor had told him therapy was no longer an option.

I had done a little reading on dogs, on borders specifically. To Hobo, Wexler wasn’t a single smell like perspiration or bad breath. Rather it was thousands of individual scents — hair, underarms, crotch, ears, breath, rectum, feet...

When Wexler was being escorted into the room by two armed guards, I pointed at him and told Hobo, “Bad man. Bad, bad, bad man.”

Frustrated by the lack of progress — neither Dixie Wexler nor Karl Huffstedder had been seen for over a month — I tuned to something I could solve. My sister’s problem. Autumn’s problem.

I had to leverage it out of her, but eventually I got her talking. I understood. Sympathized.

Autumn was two years older than I am and had always been boy-crazy. Not that I hadn’t enjoyed my share over the years — I certainly had. But for me they were more for fun, for physical enjoyment. For companionship, for giggles.

Autumn ... well, she had deep-seated needs, emotional needs, to be tied to a man. Two unsuccessful marriages hadn’t cured her. I wouldn’t say she was trying to find Daddy in every guy she met. Okay, I would say it. Glib psychology, but that was me — Ms. Facile.

I finally wormed an embarrassed admission out of her over drinks at BEAR’s on Broadway. My family had enjoyed a lot of pleasant meals there and I knew Autumn would feel comfortable.

I did my thrice-a-week Kegel exercises religiously. Monday, Wednesday, and Friday mornings. I’d been doing them for ... how many years? Middle school. It’s important to strengthen the pelvic floor. One never knows, do one?

Back a few years, back when Walker had started becoming aware of women, of sex, I answered all of his questions. With no father around, he relied on me for ... almost everything.

Judging from his reaction to our Kegel-conversation, perhaps I should have been less ... detailed. Less rhapsodic about the benefits. To me, to the guys.

But what’s that saying — torment is a terrible thing to waste.

The problem with Kiryas Square was that I couldn’t really go snooping my way around the town. I might be able to pass, visually, for Hasidic, but once I opened my mouth ... My Yiddish is pretty much limited to “Oy.” I was even less fluent in Romanian.

But Kiryas Square was where the envelope-address was. The Horowitz Street building that looked like a small school. According to Professor Google.

So why did Matt have Mr. K dress me like I lived there? Because he knew better than to try to keep me away. He’d rather let me participate as part of a team than have me try to hero myself into the dark unknown. Possibly dark, we didn’t really know that much yet.

I’d asked questions about guns and diamonds in the Diamond District. Left Rachael Adams cards with whoever would talk with me. Met a 10-year old boy in Queens. Who led me into a Polish Catholic Church where someone behind a priest screen said, “Kiryas Square, New Jersey.” K S.

The little boy left me an index card with a phone number. That number led to the man in Allentown who pointed me to a specific address in K S.

Not much sleuthing on my part, more stumbling around a foreign landscape talking with people from another culture. Alice in Wonderland.

Except. The diamonds for guns rumors had originated with my search for Dixie Wexler. That particular whisper included Neo-Nazi camps, some of which Wexler had visited as an emissary for the Meriwethers. For whom he may or may not still be working.

In a way, two completely different sources — haters and Hasidim— might possibly be intertwined. If diamonds were becoming the new racist currency ... well, that could certainly tie into the Hassidic community.

Guns? That was a more tenuous theory. From an ultra-Orthodox Jewish perspective. No question the racists were continually up-armoring. But the Hasidim ... I just didn’t know.

I met with my friend, Sergeant Louise Finch. Now with SOS, the Special Operations Squad tasked with stamping out the upscale burglary ring plaguing many of Kansas City’s wealthy enclaves.

I said, “I have an idea.”

She smiled across her desk at me. Well, beside her desk, actually. Across is where one of her partners would be sitting were he there. Louise said, “I’m all ears.”

“Those fourteen burglaries — not the two with the moving vans — had one intriguing thing in common.”

“You’ve always liked the word ‘intriguing.’ Even back when you were a rook.”

It was true, sometimes I looked for complicated solutions to simple problems. Most perps weren’t criminal geniuses. That was why they were crooks.

I said, “Each of the fourteen couples used valet parking.”

Louise was suddenly still. Her eyes looking somewhere far off. I knew what she was thinking. A valet attendant had solitary access to a car. House keys were often on the same ring as car keys. The glovebox might contain personal info, like the home address.

She shook her head, smiled ruefully, “It was under our noses the whole time. No, not the whole time, but after five or six incidents we should have tumbled.”

Louise frowned, “But the Intercontinental uses hotel valets. The Plaza restaurants use Lanier Parking in all those garages.”

I nodded, my thought process too. “I think there’s one guy behind all of it. Doesn’t matter who owns the parking concession — he just had to buy individual valets.”

Louise sighed, “The valet makes a call. No, probably someone is already in the garage. Takes the house keys, the address and...”

“There they go.”

Louise looked off into the distance again, “The team had to be flexible. If there were kids at home, a babysitter.”

“A good alarm system turned on.”

“Yeah, to have gotten away with it this many times, they probably passed up more houses than they hit. Good work Winter. Again.”

“Can I tell Red?” Lonnigan, AAA, my client.

“No. Not yet. He’d send his investigators in. And they’re pretty good. But we’d be stumbling all over each other. I’ll bait the trap, I know just the undercover team to do it.”

“Good.”

She smiled at me, “Tell you what, I’ll call Red. Tell him you gave us a promising lead. And that I’ll bring him into the loop if it pans out.”

“Thank you. Wanna hear my moving van theory?”

“You are your father’s girl.”

“I think it could be the same guy. Head of the operation. If I were he, I’d find a bent travel agent. Maybe more than one.”

I called Matt, “I wish I knew more about the relationship between Wexler and the Meriwethers. Hoffstatter too.”

“So do I.”

He paused, thinking. “Once I heard Senator Wainwright describe Wexler as the Meriwether’s secular bishop. A public face, a public voice to the true believers.”


“The true haters.”

“Yeah. But if the rumors are true, if he’s also a contract killer, the Silent Magellan ... well, we just don’t know what that means as far as the Meriwethers are concerned.”

“I’d like to put a few more bullets in their fucking Hummers. Wouldn’t need Emile this time.”

“You are kidding? Right? Winter?”

“Yeah. I guess.”

Battle called me. That is, Commander James Battleford Lightfoot. “I talked to a friend at the Pentagon.”

Matt had told me Battle had consulted there at one time. A certain building ring, which meant top brass. But his ‘friend’ could be a secretary or a general. Or anyone in between. Whoever it was ... well, it’d be a DoD perspective I didn’t have.

I asked Battle, “Did they think I’m nuts?”

“At first. A little bit. But then she made a couple of calls to Ft. Meade, to Cyber Command. They didn’t confirm anything, but...”

“They left her hanging.”

“Which means it’s possible.”

“Yes. And she also picked up a rumor about a rumor...”

Which meant it was time for me to quit being so fucking coy and talk with Matt. He’d know what to do. Even if it meant committing me. Vanessa better have visiting privileges.

Autumn’s cheeks were bright red. Her neck too. “Daddy can’t...”

I nodded, “Know.”

“Winter, this is...”

“Embarrassing.”

My older sister looked away from me, out into the BEAR dining room. Around the room, down at the tablecloth.

“You remember Sol Ainsworth?”

“I do.” Vanessa and I had had an uncomfortable dinner with him. A double date, at Autumn’s insistence. “He may be the one.”

Always looking for ‘the one’. Sad, but maybe a lot of people out there are on a similar mission.

I guess the best thing about Sol was that he had money. Icky money, but plenty of it. He was close to 50, large. Hard fat, not blubbery. Totally bald. With icy cold gray eyes.

Sol had made his first serious money in direct mail. Junk mail, but junk mail paid off back then. When done right. And Sol had done it right. Charitable come-ons, political mailings, auto dealership offerings good enough to actually lure people into a showroom.

Sol was an early adaptor — he saw the digital revolution ahead of most people. And that was where he made his real jack — spam. The digital version of direct mail caught the regulators off guard. New technology, people new to the Internet ... well, Sol and his ilk cleaned up.

Then when various government agencies started cracking down, Sol targeted a new audience — poor people. Payday loans.

For some reason -- and I’ve never heard a logical explanation as to why -- Kansas City became a center for creating sucker lists. Working class people, living on the paycheck-to-paycheck edge, often had cash flow problems. A lost job, medical expense, car breakdown ... it happened.

And those sleezeoids out there with money to loan ... well, they were finally getting the legal attention they deserved. They’d been setting up loan packages that were designed to fail. Terms that many contract signers couldn’t meet. As they fell behind, the payments barely covered the interest charges. Some lenders even issued more loans to the poor mopes without their being aware of it. The vicious cycle became more vicious.

May they fry in Hades.

Autumn didn’t see any of this. She saw a confident man. Self-assured. Wealthy. She saw security. Daddy.

Still looking down at the tablecloth, Autumn reached into her purse, slid a Number 10 envelope across to me. I brought it down to my lap, briefly flipped through the contents. No surprise.

Eight nude Polaroids of Autumn. With a hopeful smile on her face. Posed explicitly, gynecologically. I smothered my sigh.

“There are more?”

Head nod, still looking down.

“Has he shown them to anyone else?”

Nod.

“Would you like me to retrieve them?”

Nod.

Rifle practice, for Matt and me, was about a 90-minute drive south and west from Georgetown. It was in rural Virginia, private property — meadows, a small lake. And a portion of a larger forest full of different kinds of oak — white, scarlet, black — plus a mix of red maple and table mountain pine. Pretty.

There was a thick berm with targets in front of it on the far side of the pond. That provided a range of around 100 yards across the water. Then moving back, the distance expanded to about 500 yards. It wasn’t like in my Kansas City shooting range where I could push a button and attach fresh targets. Here ... well, there were some paper targets, mostly shredded. But what Matt and I aimed at were white-painted rocks. From a couple of feet high to man-sized.

It was a Tuesday; Matt had called ahead and we were cleared to shoot. His custom Echols and my custom Huntington. The cartridges, at once deadly and exquisite-looking, gleamed in the dappled sunlight, fifty to a carton.

Matt nodded at them, “Hand-loaded, by me. Annealed at the neck; the case mouths are chamfered and the primers seated to a consistent depth. I weighed the powder charges precisely. The bullets sit a specific distance from the leade of your barrel’s rifling.”

“English please.”

“Consistency.”

“Oh.”

“Accuracy.”

“Okay.”

He handed me an index card that listed my muzzle velocity and the drop at specified distances. We’d zero at 100 yards and move back in 50-yard increments.

This was my third practice session; Matt said I wasn’t a natural, but I had potential.

We each had sand-filled bags to use as stability-rests.

Lying prone, I pressed the cartridge down until it clicked under the frame rails of the action. The bolt went forward and down like silk — the parts painstakingly fitted and polished.

I concentrated on my breathing — there — a natural respiratory pause. At the right moment, I continued the trigger press until the sear was released — sending the firing pin toward the primer in the base of the round. Setting off the chain of tiny events that sent the bullet spiraling forward.

The recoil was significant, but the design of the fiberglass stock mitigated some of the impact.

Matt put down his Swarovski binoculars and smiled, “Chest.”

“It’s only a hundred yards.”

“Chest.”

We took turns, moving backwards in tandem as the sun passed overhead and was now in our eyes. I checked each distance on my range finder; my data card told me the appropriate elevation changes. Which I made with the dial on top of the Huntington scope. I also factored in the wind, using the scope’s reticle.

At each distance, I dialed the elevation back to zero, returned the empty brass to the vacant slots in the box of hand-loads. Then repeated my pre-shot routine, trying to get it to be as automatic as possible. Like Matt.

He said, “A good day. You’re improving.”

He stored our gear back in the trunk of his Audi. I spread our picnic lunch on a grass-stained quilt. Not its first rodeo with Matt. I didn’t ask.

As I poured a generic red from the tap on the box, I said, “Matt, I’ve been thinking about this ... whole thing. Guns, the Hasidim. Wexler and Hoffstatter of course.”

“And?”

“I have a sort of off-the-wall idea.”

He smiled, “What Ash would call oblique.”

Vanessa: “What do you call three lesbians in a closet?”

Walker & Pilar, “What?”

“A licker cabinet.”

I had called Sarah Meriwether three times in the past two months. She took my call each time; each time she denied that Wexler was still working for them. I didn’t mention Karl Hoffstatter — that guy was need-to-know. Matt knew he was still active among the Nazis; we didn’t know if Meriwether did.

In any case, Hoffstatter was just as invisible as Wexler. We didn’t know if they were working together. Or independently. Or even working.

Hoffstatter had taken the Mildred Hawkins computers and the cash that Matt had paid the forger, Bones. Which had been Matt’s plan all along. Hoffstatter had spread the word that I — Mildred Hawkins — was looking for Wexler.

And, someone working for Matt, looking like, pretending to be, Hawkins, was flitting in and out of areas surrounding those seven Nazi compounds. Asking about Wexler, then immediately disappearing before a white-supremacist team could nab her.

Was that helping? Was anyone fooled? Was I any safer? No way to know. But it was a precaution, a misdirection, that might pay off. Might not, but Matt thought it worth the effort. So I did too.

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The homeless and poor peoples winter feastBy RotnebSynopsis: Every year there was organized a charity festival in the village hall for the city's homeless and poor people, a feast where all the poor once a year get filled stomachs and amused. This year will be something special when Lisa and eight other young women voluntarily donate their naked meat to the feast banquet and to entertainment for the homeless and poor. The story is only fantasy.The meats The first Sunday in February came the...

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Young girl extreme winter nudity experience

Introduction: Story about brave girl winter walk At first I have to start with me, that this project requires to give also self-experience. I have practiced winter nudity many years, but not regularly. There have been some pauses. I have been lucky to share winter nude walk with some girls, like here: http://www.nudeimagehost.com/viewer.php?file=56243058045088081241.jpg These are my photos and my car can be seen in two photos of these series. In previous winter I began from 1st January and then...

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Naked girl day outside in severe winter

Marlene was a princess of the 9thB class in her school in little town of the northern country. She was an excellent student and also beauty – long blonde hair, pretty face and model-like legs. She was aware of her charm, but she wanted more. She tried to figure out, how to impress stronger. Marlene was ready to show up naked in front of the boys, but she wanted to find a good reason, which does not seem too easy. Suddenly she found a way – it must be an extreme nakedness like naked in...

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Young girl extreme winter nudity experience

In previous winter I began from 1st January and then every weekend, but not only the coldest (4-5 Feb), from which I wrote main story later. Longest time was at 26th February 1 h 47 min and temperature in this day about -4-5 (23-25 F), but sunny. Feeling of cold is not the same every time. Generally it can be very different. But normally after some 30-40 minutes is the warmest moment, then you don’t feel any cold. After some 1 h – 1h 15 min body started to feel colder again, but not too much....

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The Pursuit of Manliness

It was patently evident to Colonel Nesmith Norman what the nawab was so clumsily suggesting. The pretty girl who was being presented to him and who was one of the nawab’s many daughters borne to him no doubt by one of his many wives was fully at Colonel Norman’s disposal should he so desire. This had become one of the many acknowledged perquisites in a career in Her Majesty’s Services Overseas, particularly to be expected when one had the power to bring advantage to one of Her Majesty’s...

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Pursuit of Happiness Part 1

Pursuit of Happiness Part I ? by: Amanda More At last I was at liberty. Free to explore the real me, free to do what I wanted to do. Married for ten, often painful, years from the age of 22, my divorce was finally through, I had a new job and was living in a new area far away from my ex-wife and old 'friends'. Now only fear of the unknown would stop me from leading the life I needed to live. My problem or gift depending on how you view it was that I was a TV and I was...

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owyn Book 1 The CageChapter 20 Pursuit

[ Setting the scene: the events of this chapter take place as the Rohirrim ride to Gondor. Éowyn has defied King Théoden’s orders twice: first by disguising herself as a man named Dernhelm in order to join the ride, and second by inviting Meriadoc to come with her. Only Marshal Elfhelm is aware of both Dernhelm’s true identity and the order to leave Merry behind. Holbytla is the Rohirric word for Hobbit.] 11 March 3019 (Third Age), Eastfold That’s it. I regret bringing the Halfling. Hands...

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Drinking game turns to strip Trivial Pursuit

The night started off simply as two couples watching movies together, while eating some pizza. The other couple was Danielle and Kevin. Danielle is a very cute red head with killer green eyes, freckles, a slim waist, and what seem to be amazing breasts that she often shows off in tight low-cut tops. Kevin is a cool guy who I have known for several years now. My girlfriend is Melissa. She's a cute little brunette, with amazing dimples that melt me every time she smiles. Melissa also has shiny...

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A WellLived Life 2 Book 10 BridgetChapter 20 Winter or Summer

October 12, 1996, Rutherford, Ohio Rutherford, Ohio was a relatively small town; but then again compared to Chicago, Cincinnati was a relatively small town. Rutherford was bigger than Milford, but not by a lot. It had the regional trauma center, the BMV, and the Harding County courthouse and other government buildings, as well as the Sheriff’s Department. I could imagine Milford being like Rutherford if all those facilities had been in Milford, instead of Batavia, which was the Clermont...

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Girl walk every day naked at severe winter

Siberia, morning of 23. December, second day of school holidays. Yulia xxxxxxx (family name secret), 11, unlike other girls, is nudist, which means, she spend holidays mostly naked. In summer it is not a big problem, only for community maybe, but here in xxxxxx (place name secret!) village nobody is complaining about matter. But now is winter. This year weather has been more severe already before winter solstice. Temperatures has been fallen below -30 and today is not an exception....

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Play Ball Winter JenningsChapter 15 EEEE

Richard Hyder was apoplectic, “Your Honor! This is outrageous! Trial by ambush! I’ve never seen anything so ... underhanded, so deceitful, in my forty-one years before the bar.” “Is there an objection in there?” Judge Graves seemed more amused than annoyed. “Yes! Yes there is. The Defense hasn’t even begun to present its case and this ... this ... private eye miraculously points the way ... I object! This ... these items cannot be entered into evidence.” “Grounds?” “Illegal search and...

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Hide Seek Winter JenningsChapter 11 A Bouquet of Pheasants

On a hunch, Clint asked his Vanguard counterpart in Boise to go through the old surveillance videos before the raid on the Gunther compound in northern Idaho. A raid clandestinely approved and funded by Senator Harper Wainwright. And orchestrated by his chief of staff, Constance Grayson. And field-directed by Matt Striker. Boise called back the next day. Winner-winner, chicken dinner! Martin Folsom again. That tied him to two American Nazi compounds. And also made me start reconsidering...

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First Do No Harm Winter JenningsChapter 15 Eagle

I woke up in Palo Alto feeling ... refreshed. More like my old self. First time since ... well, it had been a while. Feeling morning-naughty, I sat under the shower spray and treated myself to a quickie. Dressed for success, I was checking myself out in front of the hotel mirror. Picked up my cell, “Hello.” “What are you doing in California?” I smiled, sat back in the club chair, Clint Callahan. “And this is your business ... why?” “I made it my business.” “Oooh, tough guy. I’m still...

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National Park Winter and Group Sex

The churning and merging is so vigorous that surrounding objects tremble with the movements, and so wet that a continuous sloshing sound is noticeable above the din of heavy breathing, rhythmic throbbing intonations and voices that betray heightened excitement and arousal. With pressure rapidly building and heat rising, the white frothy liquid reaches a point where it must burst from its dark enclosure. The bright juice sparkles in the sunlight as it is spewed, in copious amounts, into the air...

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The Necessity of Winter

The Necessity of Winter By Armond *** 1. Arthmael. I ripped the dagger from her heart... ...and held it, inches from the girl's fur wrapped chest. My hand refused to sheath the blade, pleading instead for release, to plunge it back. How I longed to; for the first time in my life, I would raise my wishes over duty to my people. Time stilled, as I fought my nature. The single movement in the room was bright red blood falling from gleaming blade.... ...one drop...

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Hide Seek Winter JenningsChapter 9 A Pitying of Turtledoves

The police responded in under three minutes; two ambulances right behind them. One of them said, “Gun!” and I felt, but couldn’t see, one cop grab my shoulder bag where he removed the .38. The other one cuffed me, hands behind my back. Morales and I were rushed to University hospital. I ended up on the second floor of the Critical Care Tower. Morales was in the same building, but in the burn unit. When Suzette aimed at me, I had ducked my head and squeezed my eyes shut. That helped, but my...

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Hide Seek Winter JenningsChapter 3 A Pandemonium of Parrots

2019 That was then; this was now, four years later. A lot had changed in my life since I told Carol Sue Parker goodbye at O’Hare. Of course, a lot would change in any four-year period; it’s just that I ended up measuring that particular span in terms of a young woman I had thought I’d never see again. Life goes on. Walker was now 15; I was 33. I was married, deliciously so, to Vanessa Henderson. Walker had a live-in girlfriend, his second, named Pilar Paloma. I was still doing a daily...

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The Cave In Winter Wonderland

Chapter One“Damn it! Where did they go?” I mumbled to myself as I came to a fork on the icy path on this icy alpine mountain. Derrick, my boyfriend, thought this trip would be a great way to spend our winter break from the University we attended in Chicago.Susie, my BFF, and Sean, her boyfriend,  all were excited about the trip. I guess I was the only one who didn't like the idea. The news has a way of making the world seem dangerous. Chicago doesn't have the best reputation, but I feel safe...

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Hard WinterChapter 3 Autumn A Trip into York

We both awoke around six-thirty and we still smelt of sex, I think it turned us both on because she was soon all fours wiggling her arse and demanding, "Fuck me, come on, I'm horny!" We had a fast, furious five minutes of hard sex and we both came again. We then sat up to get our breath and Kelly said quite matter-of-factly, "What else turns you on? Would you fuck my arse, do a threesome with me and another girl? Would you tie me up and fuck me, spank me, piss on me, or me piss on you,...

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Big Bear and White Dove Or Winter in the Mountains

aka “Winter in the Mountains” By Louishoney This story is written for ADULT entertainment ONLY! If you are not at least 18 years old, LEAVE! She ran as fast as she could through the forest and past the pines steepled atop the golden hills of grass. She was in a panic. Her footsteps were being dogged by a band of Chippewa looking to make her their sex slave again. Four or five of them had jumped out of the forest three days ago and ran after her across the meadow while she was...

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Winter girl experience

Here is talking not me, but one girl about her winter nude experience.In the middle of December my friend suddenly proposed that I could ski nude. My first reaction was: what are you talking about!? But then very quickly I realized that it is good idea. I can't explain why I liked it but when that day came when we drove to the ski center, I was overexcited and I really had irresistible desire to go there nude and start to skiing. All my life I had always proper clothing according to weather and...

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Winter Forest

"Master, more slowly go! I pray you, less haste!" Ranulf reined in impatiently under the frost-rimed trees, brushing his red hair back from his forehead. The cold was growing more intense as they plunged ever deeper into the forest. His squire's hissing speech was slurred as the cold slowed all his bodily functions. "We'll make camp as soon as we find a place that gives us any shelter. That I promise." His voice was brusk but not unkind. The lizard man had served him well in his...

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Play Ball Winter JenningsChapter 9 Fantastique

Pilar: “Guy walks into a bar and is shocked to see a horse behind the bar.” Walker: “Horse says, ‘What’s the matter? You can’t believe that a horse can tend bar?’” Pilar: “No. I just can’t believe the ferret sold the place.” Alicia Collins called me from New York. “Bear told you.” “Yes. Have to admit it shocked me. Vanessa too. And the kids.” “I’m sorry I didn’t say anything. But I felt it was Bear’s news to share.” “No, I understand. And he would have wanted to be the one to tell...

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Play Ball Winter JenningsChapter 16 O say can you see

Walker: “A rabbi, a priest, and a Lutheran minister walk into a bar.” Pilar: “Is this some kind of joke?” Walker and Pilar, holding hands, bowing, “Thank you, thank you. This ends our Kansas City engagement.” xxxxxxxxxx Douglas ‘Duke’ Arlington. A new trial, his second, for the murder of Gustav Hindenburg in Ft. Payne, Alabama. Different courtroom, different judge, different jurors, different defense attorneys. New evidence. Ned Daniels and Hilary Dunne would reprise their prosecutor...

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TV Game Show Winter JenningsChapter 2 Riles

For some reason, crime in America follows railroad tracks. And Kansas City has plenty of both. My first, and I hope last, shootout took place near my office in the Stockyards. Besides gunplay, it involved ramming my bright red F-150 into a larger Dodge Ram. The Ford Motorcar Company told me, and I verified it through an independent mechanic, that the frame had been wrenched out of shape. It could be straightened, but wouldn’t drive the same, not really. I sat down with Vanessa and Gertie...

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The Weaver And The WindChapter 19 The Woods in Winter

The new year had passed long ago on Earth, but our start of the new year was just another day on Arbor. The Arborian New Year started on the first day of spring, the vernal equinox. I chose that propitious day to deal with the alaspore and its master. I wove a new trick out of something Cor showed me how to do using the wind. I wove a cocoon out of moving air as she had shown me. I was able to use it, as she did, as a method of transportation, but I couldn't become the wind as she could, so...

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Hide Seek Winter JenningsChapter 16 A Murder of Crows

Saturday morning breakfast, Walker and Gregory in charge of provisioning. Vanessa smiled at Pilar, “Is Walker still servicing himself?” Sucking his own cock. “Sometimes. Depends on what I’m in the mood for.” Gregory turned to Vanessa, not one whit of embarrassment, “I can’t suck it yet, but I can lick the very tip. Pilar thinks I’ll be able to if I keep practicing.” Vanessa gave him her glorious smile, ‘How often do you practice, honey?” “Every night when I’m home.” Pilar said, “I have...

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Wizards Apprentice 4 the Vale in WinterChapter 7

I woke late and lingered over my campfire and my breakfast. It would take only a half day's riding to get to where I was going, and anytime today would be a fine time with me. The skies had cleared again and it was nice to wait for the chill of the night to abate before setting out. Deak seemed to appreciate it, along with the relaxed pace. He tossed his head now and then and nickered at me softly when he did. Perhaps, like me, he was chasing Vulkai cobwebs out of his mind. Remembering my...

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Deadly Sex Games CH 11

That particular night she met "Deathmaster," a man in the role playing room who talked about killing the women he fucked while they were in the middle of orgasmic pleasure. The idea turned Sally on so much that she had three powerful orgasms from masturbation while they chatted. Deathmaster and Sally agreed to meet again the following night, and he succeeded once more to inflame her with his stories about deadly sex. By the third night they had exchanged e-mail addresses, and not long after...

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Deadly Sex Games CH 5

After her last incident, when the man she was fucking was killed in the midst of orgasm, she knew these people were serious. Death was inevitable for her if she kept playing this deadly game. And that was exactly what drew her back. She was addicted to the danger. She never knew such ecstatic sex before. She had to have it one more time. Deathmaster met her at the abandoned prison again. She was stripped of her clothes, her hands were manacled behind her back, and she was marched between...

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180 WINTER FINDS HER PLACE IN LIFE

He smiled as the sentence was handed down, Arthur Edward Winter, you have been brought before this court, for a charge of: - Well perhaps it`s not relevant here and to spare his blushes we won`t go into it, but the sentence was seven years, that’s the bit he got loud and clear. And, it must be said, so did his wife, tall willowy and dour Jenny Winter, sat up in the gallery, her face a mask of total disgust, mostly at her husband for getting caught and of course for the fact she would be on her...

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Play Ball Winter JenningsChapter 3 Top Down

Clint called, “Any New York plans yet?” “Remember Vanessa? Tall, good looking. Married.” “I’ll throw in a set of steak knives.” Click. Hey! I’m the one supposed to be hanging up. We invited Cathal Conway and family for Sunday brunch. Riles went with Walker and Pilar back to their room. She may be only 10, but the kids treat her as an equal. Jorge and Javier immediately started roughhousing with Hobo. The Proper Villain jumped up on Juanita’s lap. Cathal accepted his glass of Jamison —...

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Dark Voyage Winter JenningsChapter 2

I was spending hours with the diminutive, scarlet-haired Sullivan twins, bleary-eyed from the grainy security tapes. Duplicating what more competent investigators with the KCPD were doing. At home, at dinner, I tried to wear a game face for Walker. He had lost Mindy to California, to Stanford, to a more age-appropriate life. I had lost my friend, Mary Packer, but I was determined not to let the gloom prevail. After working all day on her dream restaurant, Euforia, Vanessa was overseeing the...

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