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I was driving my red F-150. Gertie in the middle, Harold, shotgun. We were braving suburban Raytown without Columbo, naked without Harold’s bodyguard. Gertie wasn’t complaining about the less-than-comfortable middle seat. She was strapped in and going over today’s lesson with Harold. Again.

“This isn’t a whore building, Harold. You’re playing it straight today.”

“I know, Gertrude. Market diversification.”

Harold, seat belt diagonally across his dark blue blazer, white shirt, Trumpian red tie, dropped the word ‘market’ into his conversation in record time this morning. Ever since Gertie had agreed to be his financial advisor, he’d taken to her business lessons like a 12-year old getting his first tit.

We were on our way to see another fixer-upper, our first outside Harold’s homeland - the Northeast. But the apartment building off 63rd was similar to his other eight buildings. This one was red brick, two stories, 12 two-bedroom units.

Buster and BJ should be in school, but I had my eyes open. Little fuckers are casual attenders.

In the interest of scientific inquiry (nosiness), I’d had Sullivan & Sullivan research BJ Kowalski. At 8-years old, she was so independent. Probably too independent.

Her mother split when she was two years old. Left home with an Avon salesman. Yes, there are some. BJ’s father is a holdout from another era. A hippie entrepreneur. He owns, fully or partly, seven tattoo parlors around town. Two head shops. Seems to be doing okay.

Although when he’s home, he’s usually high. Peacefully high. Genial. Has a laissez-faire attitude toward the parental role. BJ told me, “I cool with school, Fool.” Translation: so long as she doesn’t draw any District attention, her father lets her roll with Buster.

We met the Raytown realtor, a dandruffy guy in his 40s. Eager to please. Most of them are, even more so around Gertie. She’d already had her structural engineer check the building out. This was Harold’s first visit. A courtesy from Gertie - he’d buy the joint sight unseen if she told him to.

But she was doing a little handholding since this acquisition wouldn’t involve whores. Just regular renters with the usual annoying problems that tenants give landlords. I’m qualified to speak to this since Vanessa and I own two lofts that we rent out.

Harold took the tour, glancing at Gertie for clues on how he should be reacting. She left him on his own. Tossed him into the deep end.

Through Gertie’s financial wizardry, Harold now owns - sort of owns, it’s mostly debt at this stage - over $1,600,000 worth of real estate. Leveraged loans, monthly payments always on time, double mortgage payments for some months, a mysterious East Coast co-signer. But mostly a friendly local banker. Friendly to Gertie.

Harold inked the Raytown papers that morning, that first-visit morning.

His initial apartment building, the Buena Vista, is now his only direct link to whores. His own whores. He places his youngest looking boys and girls there.

The other seven buildings in the Northeast are rented out to two pimps, Pantone and Shades Johnson. In addition to collecting rent from them, he has sold them about a third of the whores in their stables. Plus placed a salaried manager in each building.

Gertie steered Pantone through the process of acquiring his own building. His first. Like Harold, Pantone takes inordinate pride in real estate ownership. Whores are plentiful; apartment buildings aren’t. Not for people in his profession.

After he’s rented from Harold for a year, Shades will be able to buy his own building too. Well, buy it legally. Without unnecessary public scrutiny.

What Harold, Pantone, and Shades don’t know ... well they don’t know a ton. But Gertie will be having Harold sell the other two pimps, and some of their associates, seven of his eight Northeast buildings. Harold will be one step closer to legitimacy. Of a sort. Gertie told me, “With the proceeds, Harold will move out of the Northeast. He’ll really be able to steal. Real estate is legalized larceny.”

She’s not cutting him out of whoredom entirely. He’ll keep the Buena Vista as a sort of staging area. A holding pen for the youngest kids who come knocking on his door. He’ll continue to turn them out; then sell them to other pimps when they’re ... broken in. It’s the world Harold knows; the one he’s most comfortable in. Plus, it would be leaving money on the table to let another pimp take the choicest kids.

And Gertie doesn’t like leaving money on the table.

Now Gertie is overt about taking her share out of every real estate transaction. Harold, Pantone, Shades, know this. What I don’t know is how she makes money from the sale of Harold’s whores. Because I have no doubt, none whatsoever, that she does. Just as she takes a share of the daily pussy money.

I passed along Joey Viagra’s lead, well, possible lead, to Daddy and Ash Collins. The stockyards guy didn’t have to be Gunther. The case in question didn’t have to be a shotgun case. But the fact that it was near my office drew their attention.

Ash took it as seriously as I had. “Okay, I’ll assign Chicago to it.” Two, two-person teams he’d brought in from Chicago. Strictly undercover; not even the KC staff knew about them.

Daddy just looked at me. Didn’t say anything, didn’t bother with a ‘be careful’ warning. His look was enough.

Vanessa didn’t get to her portion of my Anton’s ribeye until the next night. She fried some bacon then quickly seared the steak on both sides just to heat it up. I sat down with her at our kitchen table. It seemed emptier without the usual chatter from Walker and Pilar.

Vanessa drizzled on some melted garlic butter and took a bite, “Yum.”

I smiled, “Joey Viagra had the Porterhouse.”

Vanessa smiled back, “Anton’s spells it with two words.”

“I noticed that. Odd.”

“You think Joey was onto something? His informant? What’s his name?”

“Moosejaw the Jew. Used to be hell on wheels in the courtroom. But this rumor? Hard to tell. We’re taking is seriously because...”

“Your office.”

I nodded, changed the subject, “Joey was looking at the butcher shop case as we were leaving. Casually mentioned that those Kansas City Strip Steaks looked good.”

“You’re kidding!” Like me, Vanessa wasn’t upset. More amused at the human comedy.

“He told me they’re his mother’s favorite.”

“Aw, that’s kind of sweet. Greedy but sweet.”

“Yeah well. His mother’s in prison.”

Vanessa laughed, “What for?”

“Murphy Game.”

“Was she really a prostitute?”

“Off and on. She was never a street stroller, but she turned a trick now and then.”

“Poor Joey.”

Well, I’d treated him to two KC Strips to take home. Sort of like Buster and BJ and their to-go meals after they’ve stuffed themselves at Moe’s. It’s an indulgence, a kindness of sorts. I prefer to look at it as a good will investment. Plus, Gertie writes it off.

Knowing it was irrational, I flew into Dayton. To Bob Randolph’s home town. Former home town - he was living in Ft. Worth now, Greta Gunther his only client.

The FBI conclusion was that Randolph was a messenger boy, Greta’s contact, her only contact, with the outside world. Which, we suspected, included her cousin, Gunner.

Now what I hoped to learn looking at Randolph’s former office, talking with family and friends ... who knows? But it was doing something. Plus it felt good getting out of town, not feeling that itch between my shoulder blades.

His shopping center office had been between a semi-busy Cinnabon and a still-struggling dry cleaner. That former office is vacant. I used both hands to shield my eyes and peered inside the empty storefront. Unless dust bunnies qualify as clues...

The Cinnabon Assistant Manager remembered Randolph. She frowned, shrugged, “I flirted with him. A little. He wasn’t interested. You know?”

I nodded. I did know.

And that was the highlight of my one-day visit to Dayton Ohio.

Oh, I got some typical son-praise from his mother. My cover, dumb-simple enough to believe, was I was interested in renting his former office - how’d he like it? Any problems? Mostly I learned how wonderful Bobby is. She mentioned the word ‘attorney’ more than Harold does ‘marketing’.

Home again, home again...

Walker: What do tofu and a dildo have in common?

Pilar: They’re both meat substitutes.?

Harold was arrested at 10:12 on Tuesday morning. According to the police record, Columbo didn’t resist the surprise raid at Harold’s house. Even though they didn’t have a no-knock warrant. Columbo knew when to hold ‘em and when to ... the other.

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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

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Britain under the Nazis Jack Boot Part 2

Smiling as she walked briskly back to her dorm close by the café where she worked, the young girl Mary tired to keep her breasts from slapping against her chest too much, her breasts did not know she was officially off the milk run, the tits continued to produce “Gold Top” as her friends called it. Reaching her dorm and letting herself in she mingled with the 20 or so youngish girls back from work or the fucking the Germans had allocated for them. A number was missing, presumably still on their...

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Britain under the Nazis Jack Boot

Waffen-SS Standartenführer Karl Weiss sat outside the Swiss café in Berlin Square in London. It was Autumn in 1950 10 years after the fall of the Great British Empire. He had been deployed to London to continue the work started by the occupying army, 5 years later, of stripping away any sense of Britishness that might remain. All the stolen treasures of the British Empire were put into crates and sent back to Germany for display in German, some even to Germany’s allies Greece for example; this...

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Lebensraum Depraved behaviour of young Nazis sent to eastern Europe

Even before he was forced to join the Hitler Youth (HJ), Albert Schmidt had been aware that their Wehrsport or military athletics was intended to prepare them to be soldiers when they were older, with the best selected to join the SS.  However it was a shock when at short notice he was told to pack and that they were off to Reichsgau Warthegau, so recently liberated from Poland by the heroic Werhmacht.  It was a cold and bleak landscape compared with home but most of the boys felt honoured that...

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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

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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

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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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American Girl In Bangkok

American Girl in Bangkok By Tiffany Parker The following story is a work of fiction and is copyright property of the author. Please don't repost it without permission. But most importantly, I hope you enjoy reading it. Chapter 1 Kaylee impatiently bided time while sitting in the middle seat in coach on the long trans-pacific flight. She was excited about her trip to Bangkok that would complete her journey and provide her the gender affirmation surgery she desperately...

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