Alodie s Dog Revelation
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We’ll meet again. Don’t know where, don’t know when
But I know we’ll meet again some sunny day
Keep smiling through, just like you always do
Till the blue skies drive the dark clouds away
Hughie Charles, Ross Parker
Numbness. Case could hear the doctor, but somehow everything was filtered to incomprehension after he heard her say, ‘I’m sorry, we did everything we could, but her injuries were just too severe.”
He hung his head as the tears came.
How could this happen? We were together just a few hours ago.
Visions of an excited Juliet from this morning overlaid whatever the doctor was saying: Juliet smiling as they exchanged gifts in front of the beautiful tree he and Cindy had selected; Juliet’s surprise and happiness when she saw her new watch; he and Juliet, riding to St. Anne’s, the two of them singing along with some of the carols on the radio, just like when they were kids.
“Mr. Reynolds?” He felt the doctor’s hand on his hand.
“Sorry.”
“They’re probably done cleaning her up. Would you like to see her?”
He had no voice, so he could only nod. The doctor handed him some tissues.
I’m still crying? See her? Is that what she said? How can I see her? She’s dead. There’s no Juliet to see.
The doctor stood, and her voice broke when she said, “Please come this way.”
This is no unfeeling surgeon. She looks emotionally and physically drained. I wonder how many surgeries she gets where she can’t save a woman who was in the prime of her life – prime of her life, gunned down in the parking lot by thugs, just outside of where she works?
They went through the door and down the corridor, until they got to a sign that read, ‘Staff Only.’ That led to a short hallway and the doctor ushered him into a sterile-looking windowless room with a harsh overhead light. Juliet was on a gurney – all but her head covered by a light blanket.
“Mr. Reynolds, please accept my deepest sympathy. I didn’t know Officer ... your sister, but I knew of her. Her loss will diminish this community. Please stay as long as you want, no one will disturb you. A nurse will come by with her personal effects in a little while, though.”
“Thank you, doctor.”
She glanced at Juliet, and shook her head just slightly, perhaps thinking gratitude was misplaced.
“Oh, and one more thing. When the nurse comes in, she’ll also have some information about grief counseling. It’s not the usual eye-wash. There are only three referrals on the list, and I know them. They’re excellent. I would highly recommend you talk to one of them or someone you trust.”
He was surprised when she ignored his outstretched hand and briefly hugged him, tears in her eyes.
After she left Case stood near his sister, his tears gone.
No, Juliet’s not here. She’s been replaced by this gray, lifeless thing on the gurney.
He pulled up the only chair in the room and sat next to her. He couldn’t bring himself to take her hand, so he just placed one hand on her shoulder, over the blanket.
“I’m sorry, Juliet.” He hung his head. “I’m your big brother, I should have been able to protect you like I did with Tommy Welch. I just can’t imagine my life without you in it. I know we didn’t see a lot of each other over the last few years, but we were still connected.
“I know it must be terrible to say, but I’m glad you killed four of the bastards. I saw Valeria tonight. She’s in shock, but she’ll be okay. Ramón was with her. He feels responsible. Whoever did this to you will pay. I know that won’t bring you back but, but...”
The tears came again.
Cindy looked at her phone.
Where has the time gone?
She’d spent a better part of an hour with a young woman who had a large bruise on her face and a split lip. These were recent injuries, delivered by an abusive alcoholic husband. When he had passed out, she’d thrown some items in some suitcases and backpacks and taken her two small children from their rental house in Reno and fled. When she got to Lodi, she was almost out of gas. In desperation she drove to St. Anne’s and discovered a Christmas miracle.
Cindy had taken her in hand, listened to her story, and introduced her to the VFW representatives. For the next week she would have a hotel room and vouchers for meals and gas. Tomorrow she had an appointment at a local health clinic to assess her injuries, and an appointment with a job counselor, and a volunteer attorney.
She seems too smart to have gotten hooked up with a violent drunk, but who am I to talk? Before marriage and children, she was a bookkeeper. I don’t expect she’ll have much trouble finding a job here, or nearby, and the VFW guys, and gals will get her housing sorted out.
The woman, Adrian, hugged her as she and her children left to catch one of the shuttles. Her car would be serviced and gassed and returned to her tomorrow compliments of the VFW.
I’m ready to call it a night. Where’s Case?
The church hall was almost empty except for those helping with cleanup. She spotted Jessica near the door to the kitchen.
No sign of Valeria either. Odd.
Cindy crossed the room. “Jessica, have you seen Case?”
“Cindy, thanks, as always, for all your help today. No, I haven’t. I know he’s been in and out helping get people to their cars and shuttles. He’s probably not far. By the way, have you seen Valeria – not like her to just disappear.”
Cindy looked around. “No, I haven’t.” She grinned, “Maybe she’s abducted Case and is having her way with him in the parking lot!”
Jessica chuckled, but it seemed tinged with worry.
Jenny and Essie approached. They looked distressed.
Before Cindy could say anything, Jessica asked, “What’s the matter?”
Essie answered. “We’ve been all over looking for Case and went out to the parking lot and one of the off-duty police officers said a patrol car came and picked him up and took him to Lodi Memorial.”
“What?”
“He told us he overheard the officer say something to Case about a shooting, and Officer Reynolds in emergency surgery.”
Cindy felt as if she’d taken a blow to the stomach.
Case’s sister, Juliet, shot, emergency surgery? But she was here. When did this happen? Not here. When did she leave, and why? I’ve got to go to Case!
Two of their volunteer off-duty police officers, Jerry Price and Letizia Flores, came in and approached Jessica. “Sorry we have to leave before everyone is gone, but we’ve been called into work. Apparently, there was some kind of shooting in the hospital parking lot, and every officer has been told to report.”
“Do you have any details? We’ve just learned that Officer Reynolds was involved in some kind of shooting and is in emergency surgery.”
The officers looked at each other and both shook their heads. Jerry said, “That’s bad news, but more than we know.”
Jessica nodded. “I understand, and thank you, and thank you for giving up part of your Christmas to help out.”
“We’re happy to do it.”
They turned to leave and Jessica called after them, “Have you seen my assistant Valeria Ramirez?” She smiled slightly. “You know, the one with the short hair and tablet in hand, running around trying to keep this organized.”
“We know who you mean.” Jerry paused. “Oh.” Then paused again, looking concerned. “I did see her about an hour ago. She was with Juliet, I mean Officer Reynolds, and they were in a hurry. Juliet stopped for a second and talked to Officer Billings, then they got in Juliet’s SUV and drove off.”
Jessica paled. Cindy was sure the look of fear on Jessica’s face reflected her own.
“Thank you.”
Letizia said, “We hope she’s okay.”
Jessica pulled out her phone and scrolled through her texts. “I’ve been too busy to check messages. “Damn.” She said softly, “About an hour ago, I got a text from Valeria that she was on her way to Lodi Memorial because her grandfather had been admitted with a heart attack. Juliet was giving her a ride.”
Jessica’s fingers moved across her phone. “I just sent her a text.”
Cindy’s phone chimed. She read the text. “It’s from Case. He’s at the hospital and Juliet’s in surgery.” She looked at Jessica. “He’s asked me to tell you Valeria is okay and with Ramón.”
Jessica’s relief was palpable. “Thank God she’s okay. No other details?”
Cindy shook her head.
“Cindy, we’re mostly wrapped up here. I know you’re anxious to get over to Lodi Memorial and spend some time with Case, so get going.”
“You’ve read my mind.”
Jenny and Essie looked expectantly at Jessica and Cindy, but it was Jessica who disabused them of any idea of going to the hospital with Cindy. “I know you want to go too, but there’s no need. Case is dealing with enough right now, and we shouldn’t overwhelm him. Right?”
Both nodded, their disappointment obvious.
“Cindy will keep us posted. By the way Cindy, Jenny will stay with us tonight.”
Cindy nodded. She hugged Jenny, and to Essie’s surprise, she hugged her also.
Moments later she was in her truck on the way to the hospital.
He didn’t know how long he sat there, embracing the numbness that had returned, or perhaps had never gone away.
He heard a soft knock, followed by a nurse entering. She was Latina, dressed in scrubs, and seemed very young.
“I’m sorry for the interruption sir, but I brought Officer Reynolds’ effects.” She handed him a plastic zip-lock. “I know this isn’t a good time, but will you sign for them, please?”
He glanced at the bag. He saw her phone in its wallet case, her police badge in its leather case, her new watch, and her keys. All of them looked as if someone had tried to remove dried blood. They had not been entirely successful.
He took the clipboard and signed.
“Thank you. By the way, here is our list of grief counseling referrals.” She handed him an envelope.
She turned to leave. “Nurse?”
“Sir?”
“I don’t want to go out through the waiting room, or the Emergency Department ... there are some people I don’t want to see. Is there...”
“Whenever you’re ready, I’ll be glad to show you another way.”
He took one more look at the body that used to be Juliet. “I’m ready now.”
She took him through a number of empty corridors to a door that she explained led to employee parking.
As he was about to leave, she said, “I’m sorry about your sister.”
He only nodded and went into the night.
When Cindy approached the hospital, she was directed away from the parking lot near the emergency room. What she saw was pretty distressing. A portable generator had been set up to run powerful lights that illuminated an SUV that appeared to be damaged, and a van that was a short distance away. It had started to rain, so it was hard to see much.
That’s probably Juliet’s SUV. So, it happened here at the hospital? Why? Who would want to shoot Juliet? She’s a cop. But...
Suddenly, it became clear. This must be about Valeria. Somebody once mentioned that Valeria’s grandfather is some kind of crime boss in Lodi. I really didn’t pay much attention since knowing Valeria and seeing her work with Jessica, I found that impossible to believe. He was at Mass last night and at the Hacienda just this morning. He doesn’t seem to be anything other than a successful businessman, and Valeria’s grandfather.
There is Ramón, though. He’s obviously her bodyguard and with her if she’s not at the Hacienda. I’ve hardly given that a thought considering all the security around that place. Certainly, Harrison and Jessica wouldn’t have anything to do with Rafael Ramirez if he was a criminal...
Suddenly a chill swept through her. What if Jenny had decided to go along to the hospital tonight?
Case said Valeria is all right. Does that mean Juliet dropped off Valeria before the shooting? And where was Ramón? She’s with him now, but what does that mean?
Cindy parked near the main entrance, and then made her way through the hospital to the emergency department.
Cindy knew the woman behind the check-in desk. “Hi, Kelli, I’m looking for Case Reynolds ... he’s Officer Reynolds’ brother.”
Kelli gave her an appraising look, obviously trying to figure out the connection. Cindy didn’t volunteer any information.
“Sure, he’s in surgery waiting.”
“Thanks. Any news about Officer Reynolds?”
She shook her head, and turned away when the phone rang. Cindy followed the signs to surgery waiting. It was empty except for Joanna Banks, a hospital volunteer.
“Hi Cindy, what brings you my way, especially tonight? Jenny okay?”
We could be having a whole different conversation if Jenny had gone with Juliet.
Cindy knew that was unlikely, but Jenny did know Juliet from the Dojo and considered Valeria a friend. She suppressed a shiver.
“No, Jenny’s fine ... It’s just I’m looking for Case Reynolds. Kelli in the ER said he was here. He’s Officer Reynolds’ brother and I know she’s been hurt and in surgery.”
Joanna’s face fell.
That’s bad.
“He’s in with the surgeon.”
“Is Officer Reynolds going to be all right?” I know you’re not supposed to discuss patients with non-family members.
“Cindy, how well do you know Mr. Reynolds?”
That’s an odd question.
She paused. How do I describe our relationship?
“I just met him a couple of days ago, we’re friends...”
And I’d like to make our relationship a lot more than that.
Joanna came around her desk and gave Cindy a long look, obviously deciding something, then she took Cindy’s hand and led her to one of the sofas and sat next to her.
“This news has already gone out to LPD, so I expect it will be public shortly. Officer Reynolds did not survive her wounds.”
Cindy just stared at the woman, suddenly feeling light-headed. She was glad she was sitting.
How can that be? I just saw her at St. Anne’s not long ago. She was joking with Case, and so excited about his singing with Jenny and her group. She was wearing one of her new sweaters and proudly showed me her new watch. She thanked me for helping pick out the perfect Christmas gifts, and for the pre-Christmas decorations and dinner surprise at her condo.
Suddenly the tears came.
How will Case be able to bear it? What can I say to him? What will I say when he comes out from talking to the surgeon?
The older woman put her arms around Cindy and let her cry for a few minutes, until she got control of herself. She got up and brought Cindy a glass of water and some tissues.
“You can wait right here until he comes out. It may be a while, since he may want to spent some time with his sister.”
Cindy just nodded.
I should text Jessica, and Jenny too. That can wait until I see Case.
Case hardly noticed the soft rain as he headed across the mostly empty parking lot, no destination in mind, clutching the plastic bag that held Juliet’s things. He just wanted to be away from this place. Even from the opposite side of the hospital, he could see the lights from the police cars reflecting against the low clouds.
Still investigating? What’s to investigate? Thugs tried to kidnap Valeria, and they murdered my sister.
What time is it? How’d it get to be eleven already? That means it’s ... two a.m. in Barnwell? I’ve got to call them. What will I say?
He made the call and got his father. His sleepy voice came instantly awake when he heard Case’s voice. Two a.m. calls are never good news. As soon as his mother got on the speakerphone, he gave them an abbreviated version of the events of the night. As he spoke tears mingled with the rain that dripped down his face.
He convinced them not to come to Lodi, assuring them he would be bringing Juliet home in the next couple of days.
Not really Juliet. Got to figure out how to do that.
Was it only yesterday morning when we spoke to them, and Chloe, for over an hour?
Chloe was home from Georgia Tech on Christmas break, and good-naturedly chided them both for being absent. They had compared Christmas gifts and recalled Christmases past, and laughed with those memories. Mom was baking a Christmas ham and they were going to have a house full as usual.
Christmas will never be the same in the Reynolds household.
Sometime later, by some miracle, he ended up in front of Juliet’s condo. He stood looking at the front steps for a long time trying to comprehend where he was before realizing he had somehow managed to find it.
He started to walk up the stairs when he heard a voice.
“Case!”
What the? It’s Cindy. Where’d she come from?
Case looked in the direction of the voice and saw her climb out of her truck. She ran to him, and put her arms around him. “I’m so sorry!”
Bad news travels fast.
“Where have you been? I was at the hospital, but I guess I missed you. I’ve been calling ... Oh, you’re soaked. Let’s get inside.”
I’m soaked? Yeah, it’s raining – I knew that, I don’t care. My phone? I’ve been feeling it vibrate in my pocket, since I called Mom and Dad, but somehow that didn’t register.
They walked up the short flight to the door and he put in the code and went inside and disarmed the alarm system.
It’s warm. I’m freezing ... and wet. This denim jacket sure wasn’t enough. Suddenly partial lyrics to an old song spun through his head. It never rains in California, but girl don’t they warn ya? It pours, man, it pours.
I want to laugh, but that doesn’t seem right – no laughing – no laughing ever again.
Sorrow, like a giant millstone, threatened to drag him into some abyss.
The Christmas tree – it’s still here. Why wouldn’t it still be here, along with the gift bags on the floor next to the sofa? He shook his head. Christmas morning was just a few hours ago. Seems longer.
The gaily decorated tree, and the garlands and all the decorations that he and Cindy had put up and Juliet enjoyed so much, seemed to mock him.
What’ll I do with all this stuff - all Juliet’s stuff?
He looked down and he was still holding the zip lock bag. He set it on the dining table.
“Case? Case?”
“Huh?”
Oh, Cindy’s here. Yeah, I remember.
She guided him up the stairs to his room, and moved behind him and stripped off his sodden jacket.
She faced him. “I want you to finish getting undressed and then get in a hot shower.” She pointed to the open door to the bath. “Call if you need anything. I’m going downstairs and get you something hot to drink. Will you be okay? Do you need something to eat?”
He just looked at her, and nodded. She gave him a gentle shove toward the bathroom.
Cindy looks worried. Will I be okay? Right now, to take a shower? Probably. Otherwise, I may never be okay again. It feels like my life stopped when Juliet’s did. She wouldn’t want that. No, she wouldn’t want that at all.
Like an automaton, he stripped and got in the shower. He started replaying the last couple of days. Juliet had been so happy. They had spent all that time just talking. She was his sounding board, his advisor, his best friend.
How could this happen to her?
“Case, come on, get out of there.”
What? Cindy’s here. She’s turning off the shower. The water is already cold. I don’t remember the water getting cold. I’m naked with Cindy, but she’s not. Too bad. Wasn’t the way I envisioned it at all.
Case shivered as she rubbed him with a large towel. He just stood watching her. It was like all this was happening to someone else. She produced a thick terry robe from somewhere.
Oh, I remember, Juliet got it for me for Christmas.
Soon they were downstairs again, and she placed a steaming mug in his hands, as they sat on the sofa. She folded her legs under her and sipped from her drink.
He took a healthy swallow, and felt the alcohol warm his insides. “What’s this?”
“Hot buttered rum.”
“Oh.”
“Remember? We bought the ingredients and mixed up a batch. It was in the freezer. Just add boiling water and rum, or in my case leave out the rum, since I’m driving.”
Oh. I was hoping she’d stay. No, as much as I’d like that, I won’t ask, and I need more time alone.
He took another swallow, and then another. It started to have the desired effect, warming his insides, and interestingly, helping him think more clearly.
This is how I felt when they dragged me out of my airplane in Afghanistan. I’m in shock.
“Would you like another?”
He shook his head.
“How are you feeling now?” She looked at him with genuine concern.
He thought about her question. “Actually, I’m better. It’s just the shock.”
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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...
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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,...
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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...
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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...
Haley’s turn: I was almost looking forward to sparring with Lance about testing through a mid-level engineering course but Deena got to ‘im first. As in, I walked into his office, he threw his hands up, said, “Thursday, one PM. You and that evil blonde thing you run around with...” “It’s that easy?” “Ain’t supposed to be, but Deena says you two...” “Seriously, Lance, we read the book. We quizzed each other...” The guy actually SIGHED. “I stand in front of a class for a semester,...
On Monday around 2pm I was working and my email went off, new message, it read,"Just thinking about you, fuck toy. How wet was your weekend?"I smiled to myself and hit the reply button, "hmmmm, you were? Not very, I was lacking inspiration....how about you? Any conquests, did you fuck a sweet girl and think of me? "Almost immediately he reponded, "Alas, not. This weekend was spent working, big deadline coming up. But I did find myself one handed more than once, a certain buxom lady bending over...
Straight SexPam Maguire Norton drew her knees up under her chin and wrapped her arms around them. A smile flitted over her face. The sunlight was warm, broken into dancing spots by the branches of the spreading old live oak behind her. The sand under the huge beach towel was firm against her bottom. A delightful soft breeze came off the ocean in front of her. Everything was perfect. The camping gear was stacked to the side by the old fire pit. They would set it up later. Right now all she wanted to do was...
Introduction: A drill Instructors Memoir I remember squad 449. 3 girls. All caught beinging sluts in thier own ways, and commited here by thier father or husband. Ashly, or Ash, was 13, and her father caught her spread her sweet young pussy on an internet chat room, and found her pictures of rather hardcore sex involving her and her Boy freind. Her dad sent her in as soon as he could. Jen was 31, and a school teacher. Married 10 years, and decided to start sucking off one of her students. Her...
This never happened, but I went through a phase where I wished it would.Rewind 20 years. I'm 15, full of hormones, and painfully self-conscious about how slowly my body is developing. My sister Sarah is 18 and compared to me she's just so sexy. Taller, longer legs, bigger boobs, and curves to die for.Of course she's still my sister, so most of the time I think she's a bitch. But while we fight in real life and drive our parents up the wall I can still secretly fantasise about her. Which I do.It...
I couldn't tie the boat off to the dock fast enough. After eating her out, having her suck my dick and fucking both of her holes I figured we had done it all. I couldn't wait to do it all again as soon as we got to her cabin. Like I said, I thought we had done it all, but as it turns out she had other plans. As soon as we got through the door of her families cabin we were all over each other. Our lips were locked together and my hands roamed freely over her body. I have never felt such passion,...
Toys. Jay and I went to a movie one night, and I wore a miniskirt and a low cut pull over top. Yes I had panties on, but no bra. At the show, Jay had his hand up my skirt, and under my panties for most of the movie. There were times that Jay pulled his hand out as the movie was a good one that we both wanted to see. After a while, I reached up under my skirt, and pulled my panties down and off. I thought I would make it easier for Jay to get at my pussy. At one point Jay had to pull his hand out...
The room had begun to spin for Carol and had yet to stop! In the center of the whirlpool she saw the abominable grinning mouth of Ed White opening and closing as it seemed to come closer and closer to her! "You fainted on me, kid," his gruff voice came down to her. She saw then that she was stretched out on the couch and that she was covered by her negligee now draped carelessly over her. The white-haired man was on his knees beside her, a glass in his hand, and she could taste the...
I shifted uncomfortably between the two men on the couch with me. I was wearing a revealing sheer crotchless bodystocking with a bare back and midriff, and my modest endowment was tucked into the pouch of thong underwear that left my buttocks entirely bare. I was wearing a lace-trimmed collar, hooked to which was a metal chain with tiny links - more symbolic than effective as a leash, but it d****d along the floor over to an ebony giant of a man lounging in a spacious chair, d****d in a...
The intensity of the last few days has steadily grown. Marshall has never has so much pleasure given to him without the aid of a woman or his own hand. He has spent quite a bit of time thinking about how much better his life could have been had he been more open with himself. Of course nothing can quite compare to the Big Black and all the joy it has brought him. It has all been such a distraction for him, so much so that he has been slacking more and more at work. From his imaginings of his...
The phone rang for the third time in the past 60 seconds, and Alex again hit the "ignore" button, without even looking at who was calling. Getting into a phone conversation was the last thing on his mind right now. He and Sabina had been going out for nearly three years, but until they got away together to college, the most he ever got from her, sexually, were kisses and an occasional back rub. Now that they were out from the watchful eye of Jack and Sabina's father, their relationship had...
Mice It was easy to understand why no one recommended this place to John without first grimacing and looking away. The neighborhood was abandoned with the exception of the few squatters lighting fires to keep warm in the derelict lots in between the urban ruins. It was hard to believe the city was just a mile to the north, full of businesses and people. This was in a slum, one of the few remaining shantytowns in the United States. The walls were damaged from water, as were the area...
Hi all gurls and boyzz…how are you…well let me first introduce myself…my name is gagan luthra..from new delhi age 23. I am working as engineer in motorola..and i regualrly visit this website…i regularly read stories…but i nver rite my own story coz nothing had happen…so what i could rite…but today i got a chance to put my own experience. It all happen today itself in afternoon… Actually i was travelling in a crowded bus. Bus no 507. The bus was over crowded. And i just some how get inside…and...
Kelli receives a surprise grooming The electric residue of her orgasm frying through Kelli's tissue like seismic aftershocks, she was relieved beyond belief to be able to lean back on a solid surface and get off her weak and creaky knees. The solid surface in this case was the nearly 300 pound man seated beneath her, who was still in the process of working a towel between the crevices of Kelli's body to dry her off as they sat on the edge of the tub. Her feet dangling a couple of inches off the...
Cheating WifeI take some time to massage my muscles, starting by my shoulders to help them be less tense. Then I do flexibility exercises, re-aligning my body and helping me breathe in a more sustainable way, which in turn allows for longer-lasting erection and solidity, sitting down in meditation position, I enjoy teasing the sole of my feet, slowly embracing the sensations in a relaxation stance. My penis reacts by little nods, back and forth, then I can feel her hand placed softly close to my neck,...