AmericanDaydreams Angela White 22995
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I thought Mom would buck up and come out of the funk she'd plunged into when Sandy left, but she became more and more depressed. Dad busied himself tending the faithful in his flock and was essentially oblivious to Mom's deteriorating mental condition, mostly because Mom put up a happy front when he was around. A good Mormon wife's main job is supporting her husband's reverent works and being a superlative homemaker and mother. The church was patriarchal in its structure. Only men could hold the priesthood, which was two-tiered: the Aaronic and Melchizedec Priesthoods, the latter reserved for the faithful eighteen years of age, or older. At my age, I gave lip service to the Aaronic Priesthood and doubted I'd ever be ordained an Elder, the first title bestowed in the Melchizedec Priesthood. Women in the church assumed a supporting position, and they took the role seriously because they believed it was their only path to the highest level of Paradise where they would live for an eternity with their faithful husbands, children and family in the presence of God and Jesus.
Note that I mentioned faith a few times. To buy into the church and its plan required a lot of faith, which Sandy and I lacked. The plan smacked of the long con to me, a profitable one, too. The church required a tithe of ten percent of all gain from each of its members, in other words, an income tax.
One morning, I came upon Mother sitting at the kitchen table with silent tears streaking her pretty face. I sat next to her and took her into my arms.
She sobbed quietly for a few minutes. I felt so sorry for her. She was a product of religious conditioning from early childhood that forced her to reject Sandy for leaving the church, and Mom's rejection forced my sister to reject her family, except for me. It was a vicious, hurtful circle. I felt certain if only Mom and Sandy would talk that the rift between them could be healed. Oh, Sandy wouldn't return to house and hearth. She'd made her break, and the break would've taken place eventually anyway, but a peace of sorts could be fashioned.
I could read emotions and feel sensations from anyone within range of my empathic abilities, and I'd experimented with projecting emotions when confronted with Pearl's belief that Sandy and I were involved intimately. Could I lift my mother out of the depressed state she was in and instill a desire in the sad woman to talk with her estranged daughter again.
The problem, if I succeeded in projecting an emotion at all, was how to connect the projected emotion with Sandy. I could try to project desire, for example, but how could I project a desire for my mother to speak with Sandy? But even more was involved. The desire should include not only speaking with Sandy but also making peace with her and accepting Sandy's break with the church - complex issues to handle with mere emotions. Still, I'd believed I'd understood Pearl's attitude, and at the time, her attitude consisted of complicated issues similar to what I wanted to project. If I could receive and understand the totality of an attitude, could I project one?
While I held Mom in my arms, I visualized a reunion between my mother and my sister, a reunion of the happy sound of their voices speaking with each other on the telephone, and I added the healing of grievances. In other words, I created a bundle of emotions tied to events involving my mother and sister. I had bundled an attitude. I then concentrated and tried to project the bundle to my mother from my body to hers, from my mind to hers.
"Can you contact Sandy?" Mother asked me a few seconds later.
"Yes." My, God, did I succeed? "I have a phone number in London that will take a message for her."
"She's in London?"
"Yes."
"Is she all right? Happy?"
"Yes and no. I think she'd like to make peace with you and Dad."
"Oh, Josh! I want that, too, more than anything! I love her so, and..." She started to cry again. "And I miss her! I miss the sound of her voice."
"Yeah, I miss her, too."
Mom patted my hand. At a less emotional time, the pat would've been condescending, but Mom honestly wanted to comfort me.
"I know you miss her, Josh. The two of you were so close. May I have the number? I want to talk with her. I must talk with her and ask her to forgive me for some of the hateful things I said."
I shook my head. "No, I promised Sandy I wouldn't give anyone the number, but I will arrange for the two of you to talk."
Later that morning, I called Sandy and told her about Mom's desire to make peace with her. Again, I didn't mention my attempt to project an attitude. Mom's state of mind alone could've precipitated what happened.
Sandy did a little crying, too. Mom and my sister had a lot in common. Both were loving and compassionate.
"Is Mom home now?" Sandy asked.
"Yes."
"Where is she?"
"In the kitchen."
"Is she alone?"
"Yes. Dad's at the church, and Cal's out somewhere with Cathy."
"I'll call her now. Go to the kitchen, answer my call, hand her the phone, and then hold Mom's hand while I talk with her. I might want to know how she felt about our conversation later."
When I walked into the kitchen, Mom asked, "Did you leave a message for Sandy to call me?"
"Yes, I spoke with her. She'll call you soon."
The phone rang. Before I could grab it, Mom answered.
"Sandy! Oh, Sandy, thank you for calling." Mom's eyes shined, and she stood as if rooted to the floor.
She'd need to relax a little, I reasoned, so I physically shuffled her to a kitchen chair, sat next to her and took her hand. She squeezed mine affectionately, and smiled, appreciating my supportive gesture.
"I miss you, sweetheart... I'm so sorry for... I'll forgive you if you'll forgive me. I didn't mean... Oh, I love you, too, so very, very much. Are you all right? Do you need anything? Money?... You know your father didn't mean what he said about not giving you a dime. He wants to help you, support you in any way... He loves you, too... I'll tell him, but I think you should tell him yourself... When will we see you again?... Try real hard for Christmas, Sandy. Spend some time with us during the holidays if you can."
Mom laughed, actually laughed, the first sign of joy I'd seen in her since Sandy left. I wanted to hug her.
"The Maltese Islands!" Mom exclaimed. "My, you're becoming a world traveler, Sandy. I'll have to look them up in an atlas... The Mediterranean. My, my. Send us a postcard showing some scenery of the islands. May I write you?... Just a second. Let me get a pad and pen."
I motioned for Mom to stay seated and grabbed paper and pen from the counter.
"Go ahead," Mom said and jotted down an address, probably the same mail-drop address Sandy had given me. Because Sandy and I talked once or twice a day, we hadn't written to each other.
"Yes, he's sitting beside me, holding my hand... I'll tell him. He's been missing you, too... Goodbye, sweetheart. Please call again soon. I miss hearing your voice so much you can't imagine. Call collect. We'll accept the calls from wherever you are in the world." Tears streaked Mom's face, but they were happy tears. "And call your father... Oh, Sandy, whether you follow the teachings of the church or not, you're still our daughter, and we want you to be a part of our lives... He's at the church... Of course, you can call him there... I'll call him and tell him... Goodbye. I love you, too."
Mom handed me the phone. I checked for a dial tone and found one before I set the phone on its cradle. I then took Mom in my arms again while she cried. She felt as if a huge weight had been lifted from her - an attitude. I was sensing attitudes now! Before I would've only sensed relief. A few minutes later, she asked me to hand her the phone again, and she called Dad.
"Stuart! Guess who just called?" she said excitedly.
I left her so she could talk privately with my father. All was well - for the moment. Yet again, love had prevailed over anger and animosity. Or... no, love did it, not me.
Pearl sat next to me in the noisy cafeteria of our high school. She leaned to my ear and whispered, "I want to kiss you silly."
I chuckled. "Go ahead."
"Later, when we're alone," she said, her eyes twinkling with happiness.
Years ago, I'd started the bad habit of classifying those around me as either basically happy, or basically unhappy. I avoided the latter and spent my time with the former. It was a bad habit because my first impressions were frequently in error. Pearl, however, was one of the happiest girls I knew. I enjoyed being with her.
A few minutes later, a couple of attractive girls walked by our table. One of them, Tanya Owen, smiled at Pearl and said hi. Pearl's sudden sexual arousal when she saw Tanya shocked me.
"That girl's hot!" I said without naming names.
Pearl blushed. A more normal response would've been to berate me for thinking and commenting that another girl was attractive. Yup, some girls could sexually excite my girlfriend as much or more than boys.
"Why are you blushing?" I asked to press the issue, and then chuckled. "Ah, you thought she was hot, too. My, goodness, you're turned on."
Her blush deepened. "No, I'm not."
My built-in lie detector declared her denial a lie.
Paul Gomez walked up to our table and plunked down his tray, his drink sloshing over the rim of the plastic glass. Paul was one of my mistakes. At first, I'd believed that he was basically happy, and I'd cultivated a friendship with him a few years ago. Later when my empathic power increased, I uncovered a mean streak deep inside him and had since unsuccessfully tried to distance myself from him.
"Hey, lovebirds," Gomez commented.
"That's us," Pearl said brightly.
Gomez leered at her cleavage, which took an effort because Pearl didn't have much cleavage.
"Jeez, Paul," Pearl said with a wan smile. "Leave my clothes on when you look at me."
He laughed. "Sorry."
He wasn't sorry; he was turned on. And angry. Was he angry because Pearl had rebuffed him or just plain angry all the time? Both, I concluded.
Hal Owen, Tanya's brother, joined us next. Hal wasn't one of my mistakes. Happy-go-lucky described his attitude most of the time. I liked him and counted him a friend.
"Hey, Josh, Pearl. Do you mind if I break bread with you?"
I thought it curious that Hal didn't ask Gomez.
"Not at all," I said. Hmm, Hal turns Pearl on, too, not as much as his sister, but I felt a twinge or two in Pearl's pussy.
"Are ya goin' ta the game tonight?" Hal asked.
He was referring to a high school basketball game, the first of the season. Hal was an avid basketball fan. He knew every statistic about the Phoenix Suns and was prone to spout some of them at every opportunity.
"Yes, Josh and I are going together," Pearl said. "Will we win or lose, Hal?"
"Win, big time. What about the dance after the game?"
"Yes. I told Pearl I had two left feet, but she insisted anyway." I looked at Pearl. "So, expect some bruised feet when I stomp on them."
"I'll be there," Gomez said. "And I can dance up a storm. They call me Freddie Baby, after Fred Astaire. Save a dance for me, Pearl."
Instantly nervous, Pearl glanced at me.
"I don't think so, Paul," I said. "Pearl's dance card is filled with my name."
As I felt red-hot anger flash in Paul, I felt relief flood over Pearl, and she gave me a pretty, thank-you smile.
Later as I walked out of the cafeteria with Pearl, she said, "I don't like Paul Gomez. He gives me the willies."
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The Prison Planet Morales found another small hardwood tree slightly bigger in diameter than the pole he had been using for a chinning bar, downed it and cut a section to the correct length. Back in the cave, he removed the bark, smoothed the wood and secured it in the holes where the original chinning/hide stretching bar had been placed. When he had it in position, he hung with his weight on it, then bounced a bit, stressing it as best he could to test its strength, Lobo watching all the...
Ricky and I have been inseparable since we were toddlers. Our families lived in the same bunkhouse and we were born three days apart. Any time the families get together to relax, someone will inevitably tell a story about something cute we did when we were growing up and the rest of the time will be taken up with everyone else adding their stories. If you asked anyone on the ranch, including us, it was practically destined that Ricky and I would be together as mates. That all changed a...
Ring twice is the code signal we agree on. I will ring her door-bell twice.She will be blindfolded. Dressed sexy and scarcely. I know she looks nice.She even does not know me. Nor what I want. Sexy scenario? Continue to read!I will tell my readers how I got this tasty invitation to her, legs spread.First that strange invitation for friendship, without a preceding message.Often not a good sign. Usually I refuse after a quick peek at the profile.Also the nick was not to my likes. At second look I...
A few year ago, (I was not yet able to drive, to give you an age), I had been babysitting around my neighborhood to make some extra cash. It's not something that most guys do, but it's a service that most parents need and it seemed like an easy way to earn money and not many of my peers want to work at all.I had been babysitting for two couples on a fairly steady basis when I got a call from a third couple. They wanted me only on Sunday nights and that worked perfectly. I added then to my...
Sexy starlet Sidra Sage’s athletic body glistens with oil through a decadent tease segment. The horny hottie sports a shaved head, perky tits and long legs. Eager for intense fucking, Sidra masturbates to a powerful, squirting orgasm. She soon greets star stud Ramon Nomar with a drooling blowjob. Slobbering oral worship leads to hard cunt fucking that makes Sidra whimper. She spreads open her rectum for a crude anal reaming. Raunchy sodomy includes ass-to-mouth fellatio and lewd rectal...
xmoviesforyouFor Old Times Sake, Part 2Ashley took her time driving home. She needed to compose herself before she got there and had to face Adam. Thoughts of what Shaun had just done to her kept playing over and over in her mind like her brain was stuck on “auto-repeat”. Adam greeted her at the door with a chaste peck on the cheek. “How was your day, honey? You look a little stressed. Why don’t you go take a hot bath? I‘ve got some files to work on in my office anyway, so take your time.”“Work”, she mused...
Wife Lovers‘Emily.’ Looking up from her tablet, Emily saw Marcos, one of the club managers, staring down at her. She often got lost in erotic literature before work, it made the job more palatable. Back when she first started, it used to be romance novels but since there often wasn’t time to finish a whole novel, she’d since moved to online fiction or the one-shot erotic stories. Well, that and it looked foolish to be reading a sweet Nicholas Sparks book in the back of a strip club. ‘Yeah? Is it time...
The British Indian - Hot-Wife swapMy Husband Drove me to the Club, when we arrived at the Club car-park, our new friends, Alex & Aziza informed us. To sign up for the club membership. they told us, we will be provided with a Club tour by a member of Staff, Volunteering at the Club. Alex introduces Nasima and my Husband to the Private clubs front desk. we filled in the membership form, Provided them with some Identification. this was required to join into tonights Fun. we was then provided a...
• PUTTING POLITICS ASIDE Everyone in another party and establishment trying to stop and impede a seemingly unstoppable candidate from reaching his political objectives for nomination. What to do?His Eloquent, conservative. beautiful wife, a mother of two beautiful c***dren, is privately invited to witness a special prison that has new ideas and techniques of rehabilitation as part of a campaign promotion for prison reforms. It purportedly first uses a helmet for relaxation and then induction of...
The rest of the day, he thought about why Shay was so willing to give him a blowjob. He thought a good looking black girl like her would be married with a few kids. He knew that most interracial relationships in the North were black guys with white girls. He could not think of one where it was a black girl and white guy. He never saw a black girl in a sexual matter before last week. It was not that they were unattractive, but being told as a kid one should stay in ones' own race. The only...
Hi ISS Readers. I recommend you to read the first part before this story for continuation. Well, I woke up with cum all over my bed, all because of the sex bomb upstairs. I could hear two female voices. I recognized one voice. It was my mother’s voice. I cleaned my room, changed my bedspread and opened all the windows so that no smell of cum was there. As I did all these, I changed my clothes too and stepped outside of my room and found that my mother was talking to my sex angel, Veda. She was...
Whenever you meet a girl looking for a boyfriend they will almost always tell you:“I demand fidelity from my partner. It’s on the top of my priority list”OK, fine with me. The problem is that most of the women demanding sexual fidelity are not giving their men the counterpart. As soon as the relation start to get old, they start to hold back on the only thing that guarantee that fidelity: SexWhat man would cheat on a woman who:Blows his man on a regular basis.Plays with his cum and drink it...
You awake lazily with the warmth of sunshine on your naked body. A cool wind sweeps over your skin. Looking up you see it gently pushing little white clouds around the beautiful blue sky. An air of peace fills your body as you lay still in the grass, breathing deeply. You hold your breath a moment and exhale with such calmness as to make your limbs tingle. You prop yourself up on your elbows to have a look at your surroundings. Green fields run for miles in every direction, except straight...
FantasyYou are eighteen years old and you are having your first day of college. You are also English, you worry about this because this is your first time in America and are worried that you will not fit in. You were somewhat a geek back in England and you had to real friends and when it came to the ladies you were next to useless. You have no classes but are told to mingle and to look round the College. You look over to the big notice board and see many signs to join different fraternities. You've...
My Day in TheBluebell Woods I had known Dave for some years, but only cyberly on an internet forum, both of us being from different parts of the US, although originally from different parts of the world and though he was nearly double my age I felt we always had a special affinity from day one. We had talked on every subject over the years but the one thing that had stuck in my mind was what he called The Treatment … His description had me wanting it when we discussed it. And still did....