Alodie s Dog Revelation
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I’ll be seeing you in every lovely summer’s day, in everything that’s light and gay,
I’ll always think of you that way
I’ll find you in the morning sun, and when the night is new, I’ll be looking at the moon
But I’ll be seeing you.
Sammy Fain
“Oh, Case, this is too much!” Juliet was already wearing one of two new hand-knitted sweaters he’d given her when she opened the small box which contained a TAG Heuer sport watch with a blue silicone strap.
As she admired it, she admonished him, “Whatever made you buy me something so expensive? And don’t try to blame it on Cindy!”
He shook his head and grinned. “She did say a nice watch was always a good gift, and she did help me pick it out, but it was entirely my decision. Anyway, you’re worth it, and these days I can afford to spoil my little sister just a bit.”
She tried, but failed to look stern, “But this is more than a little bit. And you don’t have the Air-Bytes money in your bank account yet!”
“Well, I suppose I could take it back, and tell Andrew Clark you didn’t like it,” he teased.
Juliet laughed. “Not on your life!” She strapped it on, and then turning her wrist, she said, “And it is a fantastic looking watch.”
“So, you do like it just a little?”
She moved closer to him on her large sofa, put her arms around his neck and hugged him. “I love you, Case.”
He hugged her back. “I love you, Juliet.”
They were silent for a few moments, just enjoying the closeness they shared. Finally, he asked, “Breakfast?”
They spent the next half hour side by side in her small kitchen, preparing an egg scramble with cheese, sautéed onions and mushrooms, and decided they were hungry enough to add a few slices of French toast.
They took their feast, along with fresh coffee, to the dining table and made quick work of the meal. When they sat back with more coffee, Case couldn’t help teasing his sister. “Considering what that Filson duffle you got me must have cost, I expect it took a greater chunk from your exchequer than your watch did from mine.”
Juliet sipped her coffee and then shook her head. “It was on sale.”
He laughed. “Good for you!”
They cleared away the dishes, and moved to the kitchen for cleanup. As they worked, Juliet said. “I heard you come in last night, or I should say, this morning. I’m guessing you had a good time.”
He looked at her. “I can’t remember ever having that much fun, especially with people I’d just met.”
“Well, if you stayed half as excited as you were yesterday morning when Cindy picked you up, I can imagine you had a pretty good time.”
He went on to tell her about his day and evening.
“So, you kind of glossed over her reaction when your boss showed up, along with Anastasia and Vika.”
He was silent for a bit, thinking about his answer.
“Well?”
“I screwed up because I forgot to tell her they were coming...”
“You didn’t?”
“Yeah. I got caught up in the rehearsal with Jenny and then La Banda Sage invited me to sing with them during setup, and I was having such a good time I just forgot.”
“So, these three gorgeous women show up and drag you out for a meeting at a restaurant - where you’d gone with Cindy the day before no less - and you forgot to tell her?”
He nodded.
“And what did you tell her when you were leaving with these women?”
“I did introduce them before we left,” he said defensively.
“And said?”
“I just told her we had a business meeting and I’d see her in a couple of hours.”
Juliet looked aghast. “You’re still breathing, and you said Cindy brought you home, so I guess you were able to grovel enough to get her to accept your apology.”
He nodded. “It gets worse.”
“Worse? How could it get worse? I’m not sure if I want to know.”
“When we got back from lunch...”
“Meaning you and the CEO, and Anastasia, and Vika?”
“And Jonas – he was there when they arrived and I thought it was a good idea to introduce him since he was interested in flying for Air-Bytes. After introductions, Cassandra invited him to lunch.”
“Okay, Jonas was there, too, and?”
“Well, when we got out of the car, Cindy saw Vika kissing me.”
“Jeeeze. And you were just standing there helpless?”
“No ... I was kissing her, too.”
“Kissing plural?”
He shook his head. “Just one kiss.”
“I’m surprised Cindy still had anything to do with you.”
He paused and then said, “Yeah, me too. She wasn’t happy. That was for sure, and she let me know that, but she did let me explain...”
“More than I’d have done.”
“We did work it out.”
“Lucky for you. I’d have just sent Jenny to kick your butt. She’s the black belt in the family!” Juliet shook her head. “I don’t think I want to know any more about your day.”
When he didn’t respond, she asked, “What?
“There is one more thing.”
“I’m afraid to ask.”
“I met Rafael Ramirez before Mass last night, actually it was on the church steps.”
Her good humor evaporated.
“And I ended up sitting with him and Valeria. Although it was Harrison and Jessica who introduced us and we were all in the same row,” he quickly added.
“This just keeps getting better and better,” she said sarcastically. “I seem to remember telling you the reasons to stay away from the Ramirez family.”
“Sorry, there was no way to get out of it without being rude.”
Juliet was not smiling when she asked, “Anything else I need to know, that might come back to bite me?”
“I did dance with Valeria a few times at the party.”
“And what did Cindy have to say about that, especially in light of the kissing Vika debacle?”
“Cindy was okay with it since Jonas and I danced with all the girls in Jenny’s band, and we both danced with Valeria. She seemed excluded somehow and I felt sorry for her.”
“Case, I do love you, but after what you’ve told me, it makes me wonder how anyone lets you anywhere near an airplane, much less fly one.”
He looked contrite, so she let him off the hook. “Okay, but please try to stay far away from Valeria this afternoon at St. Anne’s. I’m sure LPD didn’t have anyone watching Valeria at the Christmas party, but I know darn well someone was watching Ramirez last night at Mass. I doubt they will have anyone at St. Anne’s because Ramirez won’t be there. And I’m thinking they won’t bother to have anyone watching Valeria on Christmas in such a public place. Anyway, just keep in mind, less contact is better.”
“Okay, I promise, and from what I’ve heard, she’s so busy with the volunteers she doesn’t have time to socialize anyway.”
“Well, that’s a good thing.”
They took their coffee to the living room where they got comfortable on the sofa. She looked over her coffee mug at him, her displeasure about Ramirez now put aside. She had decided that there was no reason to get upset about something that she had no control over, and the meeting at St. Anne’s was just a chance thing.
“So, what about Anastasia? You didn’t mention her in your list of screw-ups from yesterday.”
He explained the obvious and immediate attraction between Anastasia and Jonas Kaufmann.
She thought about that scenario for a minute or so. “From your description, that’s not surprising.”
“I agree, it just happened so fast I was surprised. Jonas, it appears, is already well past the Case two-point-oh stage, at least in her mind. I guess this is what I feared in the time we were together – that she’d find some guy who was ambitious and on his way up, without having to be molded, and send me packing. Also, Jonas is just not intimidated by Anastasia, or her money.”
“Did he grow up with wealth?”
“Doubtful, from what he told me. He’s a military brat – grew up mainly around San Diego. His dad was a career Navy aviator, and of course, you know his mother Anne. I think some people just have the ability to fit in, or at least are so self-confident all that money doesn’t affect them.”
She nodded. “You may be right, but there may be more to it, Anyway, I guess, that simplifies things for you.”
“Yes, Anastasia was pretty blatant. I got the message. Now, if only I could figure out how to spend more time with Cindy, because I really do feel the attraction, and I’d like to see where it goes.”
Juliet nodded. “Case, you do understand, you may be trading one set of problems for another?”
“I know, time and distance...”
“No, that’s not what I mean.”
“Huh?”
“Your problem with Anastasia was one of expectations, and you resented her trying to mold you into something you’re not.”
“Yes.”
“The way I see it, with Cindy, like Anastasia, you’re the one who has to make all the sacrifices.”
He nodded thoughtfully.
“I see what you mean. Cindy can’t move to Austin, and why would she? She has a daughter and a successful life here in Lodi, so I’d have to be the one to move, and find a job here, or nearby. The money I get from the sale of my shares of Air-Bytes is nice to have, but it doesn’t mean I could move here and become a gentleman of leisure – not especially practical, or desirable.
“For the next fourteen months or so, I’m senior pilot for an expanding Air-Bytes, and I’m on the forefront of making the new Air-Bytes a success, not just for the Duncan Group, but for me and all the employees. When I think about it, I really don’t see me leaving Air-Bytes and Austin after fourteen months.
“I’m also a partner in Aero Services Austin, which is probably going to suck up what little spare time I might have, so the idea of buying a plane, or borrowing one from ASA, to visit Cindy is just a pipe dream. Damn!”
Juliet, took his hand. “Sorry, there are no easy answers.”
He forced a smile. “I thought you told me love will find a way.”
She shook her head. “I think that’s mostly in the movies, but at least you know what you’re looking for in a partner.”
He sighed. “Yeah, but I want the original.”
She countered. “As that great philosopher Mick Jagger once said, ‘you can’t always get what you want’.”
Case responded by singing, “But if you try sometime you find you get what you need.” He then added with a grin, “maybe I should stick with Vika...”
He ducked a sofa pillow.
It was after eight, according to Juliet’s new watch. Things at St Anne’s were starting to wind down from the hectic pace of the afternoon and early evening. She watched the thinning crowd from her position against the wall near the main doors to the church hall. Her feet were tired and she was ready to call it a night. Fortunately, there had not been even a hint of trouble. People were there to celebrate Christmas in a safe and festive atmosphere. Of course, the presence of off-duty LPD officers, like Juliet, tended to discourage drunks and troublemakers.
Shuttle buses were now taking guests home, and those in need were loaded down with gifts from Santa, groceries and perhaps a new warm coat or sweater, from St. Anne’s food and clothing bank.
Valeria came in from outside, her ever-present tablet at the ready. When she saw Juliet, she smiled and joined her. She was dressed in fitted jeans and a red sweater, covered by an unzipped black quilted jacket which had a jeweled wreath pinned to the left breast. Around her neck hung a gold cross on a delicate chain.
Leaning back against the wall, she sighed. “I think I’m ready to be done.”
Juliet nodded. Yeah, me too.
Valeria was quiet for a few moments, and Juliet caught her staring across the large room to where Case was helping an elderly lady get her coat on and gather her Christmas treasures. The woman was beaming, and Case was smiling in return. Juliet had watched him make several trips to the parking lot to cars and shuttle buses. He’d been busier than Juliet, but seemed to still have plenty of energy, and he was clearly enjoying himself.
She had watched him carry sleeping children, bags and boxes, or like now, just offering a strong arm to someone who needed it.
“You’re lucky to have a brother like Case. He’s so caring and he’s a wonderful singer ... I think all the girls in Jenny’s group are half in love with him.” She tried unsuccessfully to stifle a giggle. The sound made her seem much younger than her almost twenty years. “And poor Essie, she has such a crush on him that when Jenny surprised everyone and invited Cindy to join Case in singing, You and Tequila make me Crazy, I thought she was going to cry.
“She didn’t though, and Case was sweet when she invited him to sing Cowgirls don’t cry with her. They nailed it. Makes me wish I could sing...”
Is every woman in this place part of the Case Reynolds admiration society?
“Last night at the party, he danced with all the girls, even me, but always went back to Cindy between sets.” Juliet caught just a flash of sadness, then she continued, “He really does seem to care for Cindy, and she feels the same about him. They ... look happy together. And Cindy’s so nice, and she’s beautiful, too, especially for someone as old as she is.”
Valeria got the reaction from Juliet she wanted, and burst out laughing.
Catching on, Juliet laughed too.
I’ve underestimated this young woman. No wonder Jessica relies on her. Too bad she’s Rafael Ramirez’s granddaughter, I think we could be friends.
“I won’t tell Cindy you said that,” she said dryly.
Valeria smiled, but then turned serious when she said wistfully, “I wish I had a big brother like Case.”
I understand, but the way you look at him, I think you’d like more than that.
“He’s pretty special, and I missed him a lot when he went off to the Air Force Academy when he was eighteen. In the ten years between, it seems there’s never been enough time to spend together. Now that he’s out of the Air Force, and I have a little more time with LPD, I plan to make up for that. Even when he was gone and on the other side of the world, I still felt a connection.”
“Connection?”
“Yes, it’s pretty hard to describe, but, in here,” she touched her chest, “I felt connected.”
“It must be wonderful to share that feeling.”
Juliet studied her boots for a few seconds as she fought tears. “Yes, but sometimes...”
Seeing her distress, Valeria put her hand on Juliet’s arm.
“The day Case was ... hurt, in Afghanistan, I was in class in college and suddenly, I felt like I couldn’t breathe, and tears came. I rushed out of my class and all I could think about was something had happened to Case.”
“I didn’t know. But he was okay? I mean he’s still here.”
“Yes, but he was hurt badly. I’m glad he’s out of there...”
Valeria nodded, and looked like she was deciding something. “My grandfather said I have a younger brother and sister in Spain ... with my mother.”
Juliet was surprised. “And you’ve never met them?”
Valeria shook her head sadly.
“I’d like to. I sometimes wonder if they even know about me.”
“What about your mother? Would you like to see her?”
Valeria grimaced. “Only long enough to ask her why she left me, before I kicked her ass.”
She’s not joking about that. How could she walk away from her child?
Valeria’s phone rang. “Valeria Ramirez.”
Juliet watched her face go from assistant mode to concern, then what could be described as panic.
“Yes, I understand. Yes. I’ll be right there. Where is he?”
Juliet understood something serious was going on, especially when Valeria turned to her with tears in her eyes. “That was the Emergency Room at Lodi Memorial.” She choked back a sob. “They said my grandfather had a heart attack. It’s pretty serious. I’ve got to go!”
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The old boat had been, from the day I brought her home and made her mine, a refuge. Yes, there were days that I brought friends along, but mainly the boat was where I went when I wanted to get away from the world. Now I was on her, and I was clothed only in my boxers and before me, beckoning, was Jo, in my mind the epitome of red-headed perfection, herself clad only in hip-hugger panties and a dark blue sports bra. And she was beautiful. Absent any light from the skylight hatch, we had a...
Sunlight pushed through the tiny cabin portholes, brighter on the starboard side because the northerly wind had our bow pointed into it, swinging at anchor. Okay. One sensation. It was morning. Second sensation. I was on my boat. Third sensation. Wasn't my boat any more, it was OUR boat, because I had a soft, naked form beside me, breathing softly. Jo. Twenty-four hours ago, she was my girlfriend. After last night, she was my wife. Unless I was dreaming. I touched the smooth skinned flank...
Going to tell everybody. "I know. I think I'm gonna lease the Goodyear blimp," I said. "Can we get rings?" "Yes, we can get rings," I said. "What does your taste in wedding rings look like?" "I think I would like a simple band. Gold. Yours?" "I shall match yours. You sure though? No large rock?" "Oh, come on, Stoney. This is me and you. Married by the light of the full moon. I need to ask Mom what the appropriate Celtic take would be." "She collected a Viking..." Jo...
Mark it on your calendar. Today's a first for me. The first time I ever woke up to a work week with my partner. The alarm went off and I did not want to get out of bed because when the music started, Jo slid down and wrapped her arms around my waist, purring. "I really don't want to leave, sweetness," I said. "But I have work to go do." "Mmmm, I know, baby. I have a class at nine, too." "Let's just do what we have to do. At the end of the day, though, we come home...
Jo is ticklish on the bottoms of her feet. A lot of people are, I know, but finding that a fingertip dragged gently down the sole of her foot leaves her uncontrollably giggly and therefor perfect for scooping into one's arms for loving. Monday was the previously discussed informal practice session. Tuesday was the real thing at the music department. Still, Jo is a responsible sort and we missed nothing of her schedule. So am I. She's an accomplished musician, and that translates to...
I didn’t have to be psychic to read Jo’s mind. The touch of her hand in mine was usually a delicate thing. This time she was tugging. I couldn’t understand, so I did the one thing that husbands have been doing since the beginning of time. I said, “Yes, dear.” “Don’t be condescending, Randall Jackson,” she said. “We need to talk.” Less than twenty-four hours since she and I stood in front of friends and family and God and pledged marriage to each other. Now I was wondering exactly what I’d...
Stoney: She loves me. She REALLY loves me. We're married. I killed a guy. I'm supposed to feel remorse. I'm supposed to receive counseling by caring professionals who will help me grieve or some such crap. Therapy? I'll tell you what therapy is. It's having the woman you just protected put her arms around you and tell you that she loves you. And when the thought crossed my mind that this scum wanted to touch my Johanna, I tensed up. "Stoney?" a little voice said. "Yes,...
Johanna and I discussed the idea of taking off from our lives for a few days for an abbreviated honeymoon, but neither of us were really at points in life to do so. I mean, I could have just begged off, but I was in the middle of a project with a time limit, I'd already given my word on its completion, and Jo? "I really shouldn't take off in the middle of the semester. Academically it's not good. And musically, we have the Veterans' Day thing in two weeks, and then a couple of big...
"Somebody you know?" Jo asked. "I saw the 'USA Retired'." "My platoon sergeant in Iraq," I said. "Good guy." "I'll let you read it, baby," she said. She started to turn away. "Where are you going?" "Was giving you some room. Privacy." "I don't need privacy. I need Johanna. This is just part of the past. He's a good guy. Wonder what he's got to say." I opened the envelope. A single printed page was inside. I read: Dear Lieutenant Jackson- I haven't heard from you...
Johanna's turn: Glorious Saturday morning, drifting along with the light pushing its way through the little gap in the drapes. I hear soft, regular breathing next to me, calming, protecting. That would be my husband. He's sleeping. He's slept all night and I get the best feeling about that. We've been sleeping together two weeks. Married, that is, 'officially' with the public ceremony and a marriage license, for a week today. In that two weeks, he's wakened in the middle of the night...
Johanna: Yes, it's primal. The urge to mate. Sociologists talk about it. Religions talk about it. Poets talk about it. It gets couched in various cloaks: love, duty, morality. But it's never right until two people decide it's right for them. And I'm thinking this in the dim light of the sun streaming into the cabin through the portholes. I hear the sound of waves slapping the hull and the whistle of the wind on the mast and the rigging. And the breathing of this guy next to me. Sometime...
Lovely, languid, quiet Saturday morning. Waking up next to a soft form. I have to touch that sweetly curved hip, just to tell myself I am not dreaming. The touch elicits a purr and a movement, several movements, actually, one of which put an arm around me. The hand at the end of the arm started exploring, finding morning wood. "Mmmmm, Stoney, is that for me?" "Yes, but be careful. It's loaded." "I thought we emptied it last night," she said, twisting in the bed. Her head dipped for...
The week went by with nothing major going on to interrupt our lives. Waiting on Friday. Before Johanna, I wasn't one of those people who worshipped Fridays, but now it was not a matter of escaping FROM something, it had become a matter of escaping with somebody, TO something. The weather was warm in the afternoon, cooler enough at night to be comfortable, and a cold front was due through late Saturday. When I got home Friday, the weekend's provisions were stacked by the door. I walked...
Johanna's turn: Almost magical, waking up in the morning on the boat. Not sure exactly what time it is, reminding myself that it really doesn't matter, feeling the form of this MAN touching me, rolling to face him, snuggling in against him. The boat is rocking gently and there's the wind and the waves and the sound of our breathing. I know my guy is drifting along because he hugs me closer and resumes his even breathing. I know several things that would be very pleasant for both of us,...
Stoney's turn: Aside from the idea of leaving Jo behind, I was not feeling bad when I left for work. After all, I had her kiss still tingling on my lips when I got in my car. A push of the button and I had the classical music station on the stereo. Oh, yeah, I have the iPod plugged in, too, but I liked giving the radio station a shot at titillating my ears on the way to work. This technique insured that my tastes received some variety. I hated the commute. Traffic is aggravation. After a...
Johanna's turn: I brought my Stoney home. My poor, broken, battered Stoney. Well, actually, a medical transport brought him home and ceremoniously deposited him in bed. The bed is a rental hospital bed, at least for the time being. I have home health technicians setting up trapezes. One over this bed. One over our bed. One over Stoney's favorite recliner. He's got crutches. "But do NOT try using them for a week," the doctor said. "And not while under the influence, either. I just...
Back to Stoney: Wasn't bad enough that I got T-boned by an illegal alien a couple of weeks ago, but now my beloved wife has thrown me under a bus. Admittedly, it's a bus full of musicians. Doctor Bob, the conductor/instructor of the university's chamber orchestra is complicit. Early in the relationship with Jo, she'd intimated to me the desire to play Mozart's Concerto for Flute and Harp, an idea I'd mentioned to Bob. When Jo saw that I was somewhat adept at my banjo, she railroaded...
Stoney's turn: Okay, I do admit that meeting Dan Richards and his surprising wife Cindy left me thinking. I was serious. Cindy, barely fifteen, was a cutie. "Jo, drag out the baby pictures," I said. "Baby pictures?" "Yeah, I want to see what you looked like growing up." "I don't have 'em. Mom keeps those." "I wanna see 'em," I said. "You might've been a horribly ugly child. I want to prepare myself for our offspring." She slapped the back of my head. "I was a wildly...
Stoney's turn: I don't know exactly what I was expecting, but life with Johanna had turned me quite a bit more optimistic, even if some bozo broke my leg. Yeah, I can drive again. Insurance popped for a replacement of my SUV, mostly. By this stage of the game I could be mobile if I needed to be, on my own. Bumping around the apartment was not a problem. If I started getting messages from my leg, I just eased it straight on the sofa or in the recliner. Walking out to my parking spot,...
Johanna's Turn: According to the stories I heard at my Momma's knee when I was little, I should be looking for leprechauns. This stuff got surreal. First, there's Dan and Cindy. Cindy could be a pixie. Dan showed up to talk with Stoney about picking up where Stoney left off on an engineering project when he had his accident. So I figured 'another engineer? What could it hurt?' Except this engineer shows up with a fifteen year old redheaded pixie of a wife, and we had a delightful...
Stoney's turn: It actually WAS in Cindy's words, 'a riot'. I never did 'band camp' or anything like that when I was in high school. They didn't have 'science camp' and 'math camp' in my school district and I wasn't in band. Jo told me about her own experiences. "Wasn't anything like this," she said. Our trip home was as wondrous as the trip there. I can definitely see why Dan and Cindy (and everyone else in the bunch, apparently) would cling to personal aviation as a...
Johanna's Turn: I walked out of the classroom with a definite spring in my step. I had several reasons to bounce, you know. Let's see. That test paper I laid on the GA's desk was, to the best of my knowledge, close to perfect. Stoney was home waiting on me. The semester was almost over and for the first time in my life I was not packing up to go spend winter break with Mom and Dad. The test. How ironic that I was testing at the end of a class on the history of Europe since 1945. I smiled...
Still Johanna: Semester's over. Christmas break. And this was new. Ever since I started school, Christmas break was with Mom and Dad, even in college. Well, this year, people, it's different. Little Johanna Elise Solheim is now Mrs. Randall Jackson and with that status comes a whole new life. Christmas dinner. "Do you think we can manage something close to a Christmas dinner, Stoney?" He smiled. "Yeah, I think we can do that, in a restrained fashion." "Turkey. Little one. With...
Stoney's Turn: That was a surprise. Of course, since last September I've had lots of surprises. That was pleasant. Same thing. Since I touched fingertips one day with this startling redhead, I've had lots of 'pleasant', too. I parsed Jo's comments, "A little girl with family issues." "I get the feeling..." I concurred. "She's quite comfortable when she's playing, though." My partner smiled. "I've seen the family issues. Us military brats get an introduction." She paused....
Stoney's turn: When I was walking out of the building, headed home, I called Jo. "Hello, sweetness," she said. "Hi, princess," I returned. "Did Kara come over?" "Oh, yes," she said. "We're cranking out the music. Come home and join us!" "I'm on the way. Pedaling as fast as I can." My wife giggled. "Just drive careful. You know how you are!" Ten minutes later I was parking. Locked the SUV, walked to the door. I could hear the music as I unlocked it. It stopped with the...
Johanna's turn: It's not about sex. We're cuddled together. The sex is over for the night. And I still love him. Of course, right now we're both glowing. I mean, if we tossed the covers back, the room would light up. The post-coital (coital? - Damn you, Sheldon Cooper!) tingles will subside in a bit, but that loving glow hasn't. Nope. Hasn't. Not since I first admitted to myself that this was the guy for my life. I trust him. He trusts me. Kara's turn: Kara Sevinsky. That's me. I...
Stoney's turn: I punched the button on my office phone. Rang twice. Sweet, happy voice. "Hi, my love." "Hi, my princess," I replied. "I'm getting ready to walk out the door. What's up for the evening?" "Me and you. Some deli roast beef. Muenster cheese. Artisan ciabatta rolls from the bakery up the street. A bottle of Reisling. And then ... I have designs on your body..." "No Kara this evening?" "Nope. We talked a bit ago. She's got a Skype session with the bunch in...
Kara's turn: I feel like Balboa. You remember him, don't you? And no, NOT Rocky. He's the guy who 'discovered' the Pacific Ocean, at least from the Eurocentric point of view. That's how I feel after meeting Jo and Stoney and subsequently the girls in that community in Alabama: like I walked out of the jungle and there's a whole ocean just waiting for me. I'm seventeen. It's time that I start taking some actions to control my own life. It hasn't been easy. I'm not a poor kid, at...
Stoney's turn: So let's see where we're at now. I have a rollicking good life. There were long, lonely nights in the not too far past that I despaired of finding the person who would fill the void in my soul. As I sit here, eyes closed to repair the strain from staring at the diagram on my monitor, there's a little metallic blue Japanese car leaving the campus of the university, headed to what used to be my apartment. It's not my apartment now. It's ours. The driver of that little...
Johanna's turn: Friday! I was never one of that 'TGIF' bunch who LIVES for Fridays before. Before Stoney. Now? Maybe. Just a little bit. We swapped vehicles this morning. He drove my little hatchback to work. I took his SUV to campus. And at three, after class, I was loading bags into it at the apartment. That way, when he got home, we'd be ready to head to the marina. I can't wait. Yes! I get excited. I know, really, we have as much privacy as two people could possibly ask for here...
Johanna's turn: Two more weeks. That's it. Two weeks! I will graduate college. Stoney says he's the first of his family to receive a college degree. For myself, both parents have degrees, Dad's masters includes four years from West Point, Mom's from Trinity College in Dublin. And now I'm getting ready to graduate here in Houston, Texas, US of A. Double major, too, music and business administration. I have that 'music' part nailed. I could take a position with the local symphony,...
Johanna's turn: Back from ten wonderful days in Norway. Spent some time living out of Great-uncle Jan's place. He's got a beautiful home up a mountainside above a fjord overlooking one of his shipyards in the distance. It's a little shipyard, and this is Norway where shipbuilding is part of the national psyche, so it counts as scenery, understand? We did the touristy things, visiting museums and churches, seeing sights, absorbing the culture like a sponge. Phone call. I looked at the...
Cat felt like a zoo exhibit. Every once in a while, passing footsteps would stop in front of her cage. Sometimes the passers by would comment on her. Other times they would linger silently and walk on. The door to Cat's cage opened. She was led back down the ramps. Her blindfold and chains were removed, as was the gag. "Get undressed," her handler commanded. Cat removed her jeans, shirt, and shoes. "Keep going," she was instructed. She removed her socks, bra, and panties. She was now...
The next day at work, she went up three floors from her office to visit her friend, Brenda, at another company. While there, she asked to use the phone. She assumed they couldn't tap all the phones of all the companies in the building. Steve was surprised to hear from her, but agreed to pick her up at her office after work. Cat had brought a change of clothes to work. She changed shortly before quitting time, put on a wig, and turned her reversible coat inside out. When Steve arrived, she...
"Did it take long for that brand to heal?" "Who are you?" the woman demanded. She eyed Cat's neck brace. "Don't you know what will happen if we're seen together? Get away from me." "It's okay," said Cat. "They can't track me." "Maybe you managed to ditch your watchers, but we're in just as much trouble if mine see us." "You don't have any watchers. They track you electronically with your collar. Mine is shielded, so they can't tell we're together." "You don't...
Hi, this is kartheek living in Hyderabad, this incident took place when am17 years old & studying my inter.The heroine of this story is my teacher Lakshmi who is in her early thirties and this happened unexpectedly.She is very fair and had round boobs which can get any dick erect by seeing them she doesn’t look like she is in her thirties she maintains herself well and I fell for those boobs which are soft and like sponges. Coming to the story I started to watch porn when am in my school and...
Look, I know my drovers aren’t the best fighters, and it’s no secret their combat experience is limited as fuck. I’m well aware of that, but the last few goddamn weeks have toughened their resolve. And that has to count for something ... progress even, as most didn’t have that when we first started out. Sure this won’t cause them to shoot any straighter or punch any harder but at least they now have the stones to pull the goddamn trigger and to defend against any son-of-a-bitch trying to do...
When we got home, we dropped off Amy and Jim and said good night, and then we headed into our house. Jake went to get a drink, and I went upstairs to get undressed and take a shower. When I came out, Jake was sitting on the bed waiting for me. "Do you want to explain what the conversation that I had with Becky in the car was all about?" I asked as I dried my hair. He nodded and said, "Becky's boyfriend must have shared part of our conversation with her." He stood up and walked over to...
"Why can't I just once find a convenient spot," Merion said to her self while circling the parking lot looking for an open spot!!! Two more times around and there it was, a BMW was pulling out of the spot closest to the bank's front door!!! "Finally, a little bit of luck," she said with a sigh, while gliding her Bonneville in the newly vacant stall!!! "Where's my check book," she said, while looking through her purse, "it's gotta be here someplace!!!" With her nose buried in her purse, she was...
EroticIn Part 1 we met ‘Adam and Eve’ and engaged in our first foray into the wonderful world of group sex. In Part 2 I had my first experience at making love to another woman. the adventure continues… We arrived at the bar and found a table in a corner with no other people really close. The waiter came over and took our drink order and Greg and I sat back to people watch, one of our favorite past times when we go out. We had been there about 20 minutes when we saw a younger couple come in and sit...
When Eliza Jane finds some of her missing clothes in her stepsister’s room, she’s furious. Her stepsister, Kenna James, is always taking her stuff and she can’t take it anymore. When Kenna walks into her room moments later, she asks Eliza what she’s doing there. Eliza asks her why her shirts are in her room. Kenna denies everything, telling her she’s crazy but Eliza has had it up to here with her stepsister antics. They’re her clothes and she wants them to...
xmoviesforyouAndrea and I took a weekend getaway ,just the two of us. It was my idea so I told her anything goes, I was hoping to get to watch her have sex with some big cock dude but she took " just the two of us literally". She was already dressed when I got home from work, since it was warm and we were heading to the mountains she decided to wear her bib overalls. Before you think that's " Hillbilly" these overalls are shorts, very short ones. They have tiny cuffs on the legs and they just barely cover...
This is the first part of a long story,...and actually my very first attempt to write erotic literature. If you are in a hurry and don't like a slow build up, setting of the right mood - or a longer story line, then this won't be your thing. If you are looking for a bit more depth and story line, sit back relax and enjoy,....Chapter 1 : New beginnings The last two years where a mess, a big mess. Failed relationship, failed job and financially broken - resulting in hard ache and all that goes...
Tanya was a 40 year old mother of 3 lovely c***dren 2 girls and a boy, Tanya was married to Andrew a business man in the city, and she didn’t have to work had a beautiful house a decent sex life and their c***dren all away at university studying. Andrew was Tanya’s school sweetheart and had known each other since they could talk, Andrew spent many days away on business but this worked well for Tanya as she would go out with her friends regular, she also had a eye for younger men, what you would...
I had been having sex with men for two years or so, but had never told my wife. I did not think she would be real open to me sucking cocks and being fucked up the ass. I had become quite good at both activities. I enjoyed doing cocks as much as I enjoyed doing pussy. Well, this is how my wife found out just how much I enjoyed cocks. It did not turn out like I expected and it changed my life forever.I was at the gym on Monday morning. I worked out three times a week and occasionally would pick...
After our first night together, Claire and I began to see each other regularly. We indulged in a wide array of sexual acts, one of the most memorable of which was how I would worship her feet in socks.I have always had a fetish for girls in socks. How they look on a girls feet, how they feel to touch, how they smell. On our first night together, I had asked Claire to keep her socks on. She had been wearing the most adorable white and pink striped ankle socks. I was tempted to sniff her sock...
( fictional)I knew how tired he was working all night in emergency surrounded by sick people that need help, wearing a mask and focusing on saving each life, he told that to receptionist last night when he checked in to our small motel. My colleague Peter, receptionist told me that I have to wake him up at 7AM sharp and bring fresh Orange juice and toast in to his room.When I entered, my first reaction was to go back, because of the view I had in front of my eyes. I entered quietly, left the...
I am from Bhubaneswar(Orissa), from my child hood I spent my time with mom. As my dad was in town with his job and we spent most of time in my uncle{ mama)house with mom and other brother. When I go to college then I came to my dad’s place with mom and younger brother, mom and me and brother sleep in one room and dad sleep in another. One night when I got up see mom was not in this room. So I became curious where mom may be? When I was going out to corridor to search mom then I heard a sound...
IncestHere I am Raj, aged 22 [definitely not my full name], now a professional photographer narrating about the real wonderful and terrific lovemaking session I had with Pooja Bedi, previous sex bomb of Bollywood [daughter of Kabir Bedi and Protima] that happened in 2000 November. She came to film world when she was 14 and at that time itself and she had a very sexy body. She had no objection to show that beautiful body in advertisements and in two three films. To certain extent she was an...
After my lovely barely 30-year-old had picked out some bras to try on, we headed to the fitting room. Right before entering the first fitting room tucked inside a hallway, she asked me to browse a close-by rack for her size. The store was practically dead except for one department employee in the immediate area. After going through all the bras hanging there, I found one just under her size and put it to the side. As I went closer to the fitting room to sit down, I admired all the panties...