11th Grade Chris the Player
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The next ten days passed quickly. Mama and I played golf on the next Saturday, and I played with both of my parents, and Uncle Bunny, on Sunday. I didn't talk to anyone about my dream, but it was troubling me a little. I kept thinking about how near I'd come to actually seeing my mother's face. It didn't occur to me that it was simply a dream, unconnected with any reality. I started thinking more and more about the woman who was my birth mother.
I'd never admitted it before, but I had been very hurt and troubled over the idea that someone had just decided to give me away, after I was already three years old. What was so wrong with me that my own mother would decide to do that? I always wondered why I didn't remember anything from before I came to the orphanage too. I had tried, lots of times, to think about any memory I had from before I went to live at St. Cecelia's, but I couldn't. I remember falling once, and cutting my leg near the ankle, but that was when I was about five years old. I had to go to the hospital to get stitches. A priest came to bring me to the hospital in a car, then he took me back, after the doctor finished sewing my leg. I couldn't remember anything at all from before then.
I did see Emily and Gary at the club once. It happened when I was coming down to ask someone to bring me my clubs and a bucket of practice balls. They were with their parents, and they were heading upstairs to the clubhouse restaurant, before I could do more than wave hello to them. Emily smiled at me, so that was a big relief. It meant she couldn't be that mad at me. Gary was growing too. He was about six inches taller than the last time I saw him, and now he was really tall for his age. He hadn't put the weight back on, from being sick the year before, like Emily had. He looked healthy, just really thin. I remember thinking that he'd be seven feet tall, if he kept growing like he was until he was sixteen or seventeen years old. He looked like he was already taller than me.
On Wednesday, Grace and Jane showed up in Jane's Toyota. They unloaded the car. I helped them put everything in their room. Jane told me they had to go back to Bolling, to get the rest of her things. She said if I came, it might take two more trips, so that was the reason I couldn't come. I offered to go ask Hans if he'd drive us over in the limo, so we could be sure get it all at once, but Jane said her father was pretty upset that she was moving out, especially with Grace, and she didn't want to have any trouble by bringing anyone else there to help her.
I went ahead to the club and took my golf lesson, then hurried home, to make sure I didn't miss them when they got back. When they did pull up again, they had managed to load everything in before they left. It was about two thirty, and I talked them into going out to the club and grabbing a quick snack bar hot dog or hamburger, which we'd eat before playing eighteen holes. We drove out with Hans, leaving the Toyota still loaded, and sitting in front of our house.
I played really well, and so did Jane. I shot an eighty one, but that was with two double bogey's. One of the doubles was on a hole I'd birdied the last time I'd played it. My putting had been good though, not one three putt on my round. The second double came because I hit my drive out of bounds. Jane shot a seventy three. She told me she hadn't touched a golf club since the last time we'd played with Mama. I didn't know what was wrong with Grace's game. It looked like almost everything. She wasn't striking the ball good, and she didn't seem to even be trying with her putter. She finished up with an eighty eight, but she played so poorly, I was surprised when Jane announced our scores. I thought Grace must have scored close to one hundred. When I replayed each of the holes in my mind though, the numbers matched up with what Jane said.
While Jane and I waited for Grace to go to the restroom, after we had finished, Jane told me that there had been a huge scene at Grace's house while they were packing and moving her personal possessions. Grace's mother and father had gone through everything Grace had packed, taking back anything that Grace hadn't purchased with her own money. Her clothes hadn't been that good in the first place, according to Jane, but now Grace didn't have anything decent to wear at her new job. She was very upset about how her parents had treated her. Jane said her father wasn't one hundred per cent sure about her and Grace, but he was very suspicious. They had only gotten away with things as long as they had, because Grace had dated Jimmy, Jane's brother, for six months.
By the time we got back to the house, Mama and dad were back from Bolling with Uncle Bunny. The company had switched banks to make it easier to run the payroll and other accounts for all three of the new divisions. The old bank hadn't been able to do what dad said he wanted. They had also gotten a much larger operating line with the new bank. The new banker had also told dad about a possible new acquisition, and he had helped arrange for the present owner of that company to fly into Bolling on Friday, to speak to dad. Dad said he already knew a lot about the company, and had wondered how much longer they'd try to go it alone, as an independent.
This was the first time that Grace and Jane had met Uncle Bunny. After about five minutes, the three of them were laughing like old friends. That was how Uncle Bunny always was, he could make people relax, and enjoy themselves around him. While they were getting acquainted, I talked to Mama about Grace's clothes situation. She just smiled, and told me not to worry about it any longer. I knew then that Jane and Grace were in for a ride to Springfield for some clothes shopping. Mama had never liked Bea, not just for what happened with dad either. There was something about Bea's nature, which just seemed to rub Mama the wrong way. If she had liked her, Bea would have enjoyed the year she spent living with Mama.
At dinner, my suspicions were confirmed when Mama told both girls not to make any plans for the following day, because they needed to go with her, into the city. After dinner, while Mama, dad, and Uncle Bunny were discussing business, and having a few more drinks in the library, I took the girls upstairs, and told them what to expect. I told them the same thing Uncle Bunny had told me, about not stopping Mama from buying them as much as she wanted to. I told them no matter how much she spent on them, she'd make more in daily interest on all her money and investments than they could possibly spend on them. I wasn't sure it was true, but it sounded good, and I wanted both of them to have fun, and enjoy the time they spent with Mama.
I knew that Mama was bound to have one or more of her depressions while Grace and Jane were there. I figured that seeing her like she gets then, would be much easier for them to take, if they saw her when she was happy, and at her best. To me, one day of Mama being happy, and in full control of herself, made up for at least twenty of those other days, when she was filled with darkness and despair. I wished she never had to go through those other times, but I understood how important it was to allow her to fully enjoy all of her good days. I think I succeeded in convincing the girls too.
"Listen, I'm going to have to go somewhere for a couple hours. I hate leaving you two all alone on your first night living here, but maybe you could relax up here and have a nice bath while I'm gone. If you throw the bolt after I leave, no one can come in the room to disturb you. When I get back, I'll phone you from downstairs, so you'll know it's only me knocking at the door later. I'll be gone for at least two hours, so if you get tired of the television, or get sleepy, you can always use my bed until I get back." I got a kiss on the cheek from Grace, which surprised me. Jane gave me a hug, after Grace stepped away. I let myself out of my bedroom, hearing the bolt thrown right away, seconds after I shut the door. My first thought out in the hallway, was where could I go while I gave them some privacy for those two hours? I decided to go outside, to take a walk.
Before I left the house, I told Gerta that Grace and Jane were in my bedroom, relaxing and watching television, and weren't to be disturbed. I went into the library and said good night to Uncle Bunny, mentioning to Mama that I had left the girls in my room to relax, and watch some television. I thanked her for being so nice to my friends, asking her not to wear herself out with too much shopping. She gave me a big hug, and a kiss too.
"I've always wanted to have girls to take shopping too, Kenny. This is more for my benefit and enjoyment than for theirs. I'll try not to go overboard tomorrow."
"Mama, I think it wouldn't hurt if you did. Grace's parents put her through a terrible time when she left. They made her feel so bad she couldn't even enjoy playing golf today. I think tomorrow, it would be a good thing if you did go overboard, at least for her. Weren't you the one that told me, to a woman, shopping for clothes was better than a hundred trips to a psychiatrist? I expect to find three very happy and well adjusted women when I see you after you return tomorrow. I already told them to let you go wild, if it made you happy. I hope you three have all the fun you can stand."
I went out the front door then, wondering where to go for my walk. It was one of those June nights that were simply perfect. No wind, and yet the air was gently stirring. No rain, but the air contained just enough moisture to feel the refreshing coolness of it. Overhead, the skies were clear, and, as I walked, I could hear the sounds of the small animal nightlife stirring. The quiet and the darkness welcomed me, and I welcomed it as well. Once again, I was struck by the many good things I had touching my life. As I walked, I realized that I was slowly starting to feel some of that peace the sisters had always promised me I'd get, if I'd only just come to accept their beliefs. I liked it, that warm feeling I had, but I didn't trust it, because I knew I was capable, at any time, of ruining it in an instant.
When I reached the street, I turned left, towards town. I walked past Emily's house, pausing only long enough to look to see if their lights were on. I wasn't thinking about her at all until I walked by, but as I continued on, I wondered again why I'd chosen to treat her the way I had. I felt a lot worse about how I'd acted around her than I did about the way I'd treated Brenda. In town, I walked around, looking in the windows of several closed storefronts. Ridgeline wasn't very big. I didn't know how big, but certainly less than five thousand residents. I guess, if you added up all the farm families that surrounded the town, it might go up to seven or even eight thousand people. Nothing as big as Bolling or Topeka, scarcely bigger than Holton and all the other small surrounding farm communities sprinkled around close by.
I wondered if my real mother had lived around here. She must have lived in the County, at least at one time. That would eliminate Holton and the other Jackson County towns. I didn't know how many small towns were in Bolling County, but I doubted if it was that large a number. It was that dream I'd had that made me think that way. I was grateful for the mother I did have, and I don't think I wanted to make any changes to my living situation. Still, I would have liked to put a real face to the image I'd glimpsed from the dream.
I was walking past this small diner, one of the few businesses still open in town, when Richard Connor and Darryl Kingsley came out with two girls I didn't know. The girls looked much younger than either boy, thirteen years old, or maybe even less than that.
"Kenny Masters, what are you master of? Baiting? Is that what you're master of? You get it Darryl?" I figured that Richard had been working on that one ever since the end of the last summer. Darryl nodded that he got it. Even the girls got it, but they didn't understand why Richard would say something as mean as that. They started looking worried.
"We've changed our minds now. We didn't see how late it was. Maybe another time, okay?" The two young girls hurried off, away from the direction they'd been heading, which was Darryl's father's car, parked on the curb, thirty feet away from where the remaining three of us were now standing.
"Goddamn it! You see what you went and did now, Masters, you asshole? We were taking those two out to the lake to get better acquainted. We even bought them something to drink. You owe us our three dollars back, right Darryl?"
"What did he do? He hasn't said nothing yet." Darryl, from the few times I'd spoken to him at the club pool, wasn't very smart. He didn't realize yet that Richard was picking a fight with me. I smiled at Darryl, and continued walking past the two of them. I was hoping that Richard would let it drop there.
"Don't you frigging walk away from me when I'm not done talking to you. I'm not like my slut sister, ass wipe, I'm not letting you walk all over me. Get your ass back here." I turned back then. Actually, I'd started turning back when he called Brenda a slut again. I had pulled ahead of Richard in height, but he still had to outweigh me by about twenty pounds or so. I didn't think I could beat him in a fight, but I also didn't think he would have that easy of a time with me. I wasn't thinking about what Darryl would do. It wouldn't have made any difference if I did think about it. Darryl was already moving away, heading towards his father's car.
"Richard, I've had enough of your ugly mouth. If you think I'm going to keep letting you get away with talking to me like this, you're wrong. If I have to fight you I will. I'd rather fight you than listen to you say those things anymore."
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"I'd rather go back to the orphanage to live, than spend another five minutes here, discussing Brenda. Maybe that's what you need to do, Mama, send me back, and go find another boy, one who would be happy to start all over again with Brenda." I stood up from the table then, asking to be excused, and half ran, half walked, to the front door. I heard Dad calling after me, and I heard my mother, angrily yelling at me, demanding that I come back, so she could finish discussing this with me....
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There are all types of women in this world, and they each have traits that make them alluring. The most important thing is that every country is loaded with sluts, whores, and philanderers. I’m talking about the kind of slut, whore, and philanderer that likes to keep evidence of her promiscuity on the internet for posterity. Ebony bitches are among the most popular bitches out there. And speaking of posterity, ebony bitches are so popular in part due to their posteriors.The smooth brown skin...
Black Porn SitesI was amazed to find myself behind a frog in the bank line this morning, First Niagara in Hamburg. We were both in the line of my favorite teller, Patrica Whack (who lives in Wilson). This is what happened. The frog's turn came and he approached the teller. He said, "Miss Whack, I'd like to get a $30,000 loan to take a holiday." Patty looked at the frog in disbelief and asked his name. The frog said his name was Kermit Jagger, son of Mick Jagger. He also mentioned that he is a close...
Suzie's Adventure It was another crazy day for John Harris, a/k/a Suzie. He had been experiencing a rough go of it of late, his father had become ill and moved in with him and his family, his children had been experiencing the normal social high school issues, which meant the house was always occupied so no time for sex with his wife or for his alter ego Suzie to emerge. John continued to monitor his favorite websites late at night after his family had gone to bed. Some his...
A Wish Unwanted - Part 6 by Limbo's Mistress Okay, so ... showering as a girl turned out to be different, but not quite the intensity of weird I thought it was going to be. I guess putting soap and water on flesh is pretty much an ordinary occurrence across the universe. Which would explain a lot about the newer model Cylons. Anyway, I walked into the shower area, armed with my little tray of Pee- Jay's toiletries and a can-do attitude. I mean, it wasn't like I could just stop...
November 3, 1984, McKinley, Ohio “That was fantastic, Mike!” Melody gushed when the debate ended about two hours after it had begun. “He served me up a series of fastballs right over the plate,” I replied. “His mistake was attacking externals at first, because that put him on the wrong foot from the get-go. If he had focused purely on theology, I wouldn’t have been able to score so many points with what amounted to ‘zingers’.” “You had him too tied up in knots trying to explain how he knew...
Betty was a cute young girl in the neighborhood. She was always very friendly and, she would come by occasionally and knock to hit me up for some random fundraiser she was doing because, I usually bought what she had. I happened to be home alone and heard a knock at the door. It was Betty, wearing a small bikini top and cutoff shorts. Her beautiful black skin looked so smooth and, those shorts showed off her booty wonderfully. All I could say was.."Hi Betty" "Hey!...Do you have anything I could...
Zac Wild walks into the massage parlor, sweating and a little out of breath. His step-mother Chanel Preston thanks him again for helping her move that old couch into the trash outside. He tells her that it’s no problem, remarking that it did make him work up a sweat though. He lifts up the bottom of his t-shirt to wipe away the sweat from his brow, revealing his bare midsection, complete with six-pack abs. When Chanel gets a look at his body, she lets out an involuntary gasp of approval....
xmoviesforyouAs the nurse wheeled me down the hall, I kept waiting for someone, anyone, to start laughing at me. To my surprise I got almost no reaction at all. A couple of people smiled and someone wiggled her fingers at me from behind a nursing station, but that was pretty much it. As I rode along, I took occasional sniffs from the flowers Terri had given me to pass on to my mom. Everything seemed to be going fine... until we got into the elevator. It was already crowded with Aunt Joan, Cori,...
Author’s note: I originally intended this story to be Laurie and Michael’s story, and although it is that – it has grown a bit more complicated than I planned, but anyway here is chapter six, I hope you enjoy and thank you for reading me x Laurie sat and watched in horror as Michael strode out of the room, and then with a low-voiced sob she wrapped her arms around herself in a self-protective way. ‘He’d abandoned her!’ Iris put her hand on her arm and tried to reassure her, but Laurie...
This is a combined story effort between Jake Rivers and me (DG Hear). Carl Smith has two great songs that are complete opposites in their story lines: "Hey, Joe" and "Back Up, Buddy" Hey, Joe! is the story of a guy that wants his buddy's girl. Back Up, Buddy is the story of a man telling his buddy to leave his girl alone. We thought it would be interesting for readers to see these stories at the same time by two different authors. We have no idea what the other is writing. Back Up,...
When Officer Billy Boston brings suspicious Mylf Tricia Oaks to the backroom after suspecting her of stealing merchandise, she swears that she’s no longer a thief now that she has found the Lord. Officer Boston doesn’t buy it and insists on performing a strip search, in which he finds stolen lipstick stashed inside her bra! Now, Officer Boston must perform a cavity search to make sure she isn’t hiding anything else. Tricia doesn’t want to get in any more trouble, so Officer Boston promises...
xmoviesforyouWhy, don't you look just so adorable in my cute little bra and panty set, James. I really wish you'd ask to borrow my under things, and I'm sure I'd have let you borrow anything of mine if I'd known you were interested. I just didn't know that it'd fit you so well. Aren't those panties just the cutest though! And I think those are some of my most comfortable undies in like the whole universe. Don't you think so? I'll bet you do. I can see how much you're enjoying my delicates. That color...
“Oh how could he, how could he?” Sabby felt tears well up in her eyes and her temper rise as she watched her husband Rob’s bare butt thrust forward again sending the dick that she had experienced so many, many times doing for her what it was doing now for the naked female lying on “their” bed. At thirty-two years of age Susanne Andrea Belvoysan, SAB or Sabby to her friends, felt that her husband’s behaviour would cause her to die of a broken heart, but that was a silly thought, after all, she...
My wife and I have an active and adventurous love life, we will both try most things at least twice, so we definitely know if it is something we don’t like. We have the two obvious exceptions and we don’t do any d**gs beyond coffee and alcohol. We have never forced each other to do something either of us is uncomfortable with. We have a book called ‘The greatest sex tips in the world’. Look it up, I’d recommend it.Four or five years ago we had a holiday in the south of France, we’d booked a...
Note: This is my first story, so any criticism be it negative or positive is appreciated! Please leave a comment and tell me what you think so I can see if I should write a sequel or not! Cheers! It had taken 7 years until Dennis realised how attractive his friend Laura was, but now he could do nothing but stare at her curved, perfect body. They had been friends for years now and no spark was ever felt between them, but now as Dennis watched Laura taking books from her locker before her next...
Abdul Jamal Al-Fayed, also known as Jerome Parsons, was in a quandary. Everything had been going so well in the months since his escape from his rooftop sniping 'stand', and the Washington, D.C. dragnet that followed it. Within a week after his escape, his life changed for the better. He was offered a fulltime job with benefits. Furthermore, his military service was counted as part of his seniority, taking him to within a week of his first pay raise. He only needed to pass a security check...
Watching Ana with a black manThat Tuesday afternoon my loving Ana called me when I was still at my office, asking how much longer would I be at work. I found a little bit strange her question and asked back her why it mattered. The she said I did not matter at all, just wondering…She hanged but I knew something was wrong; so, I decided to come back home earlier than usual and surprise whatever she could be doing…I arrived home and I thought I could sneak inside and surprise her. But that was a...