11th Grade Chris the Player
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The next morning, Mama awoke, feeling better, but still weak. She stayed in bed, but received visitors all day. Gerta was usually hovering nearby, always with some small treat in her hand, either a liquid, or something more substantial, trying to get Mama to replace the weight she had lost from her latest bout with depression.
When I was in with Mama, I could see that something was troubling her. It had to be something concerning me, because of the way she'd stare at me. She looked like she wanted to tell me something. Whatever it was, she was having difficulty bringing it up.
"Is something wrong, Mama?" I saw her face flush. "Is it something I did wrong?"
"Last night, I woke up, and saw you looking at me, Kenny. I wasn't awake long, but later, I felt you touching me inappropriately. I hope this isn't your regular practice when I'm indisposed with my melancholia?"
"I didn't touch you last night. Not after you were sleeping. I've never done that, and I never would, Mama. Why did you think it was me?"
"I saw you, Kenny. You were standing right where you are now. I was only awake for a few seconds, but I opened my eyes and I saw you. A short while later, I felt your hand under my nightie. I rolled over, but you persisted, until I spoke up, telling you to stop."
"That wasn't me, Mama. I wouldn't do anything like that. Did you ask Dad if he did that? He was sleeping right next to you when I looked in on you last night." Mama looked surprised.
"Your father was in here last night? Sleeping?"
"He was when I saw him. After he made you a drink and brought it up here to you. Gerta was in here getting you to drink the first one, and then Dad came up with another, after Gerta told me to have Hans make it for you."
"He made a drink and brought it up to me?"
"Yes, I asked him to make it, because I didn't want to bother Hans, with his bad back. I asked Dad to make it, and when I told him I'd bring it up here, he told me he would take it to you. When I came in at around eleven, there were three empty highball glasses, and you and Dad were sleeping on your bed."
"Your father was in here, with me? You're sure of this?"
"He's been in here with you a lot this time Mama, you can ask Gerta. It must have been him doing that touching. I know it wasn't me. Maybe he was asleep too? Don't people do that sometimes, in their sleep?"
"Excuse me, Kenny. I'm still a little confused. I remember seeing you last night, but I don't remember seeing your father. I do remember hearing your voice and Gerta's too, but never his. I find it unnerving that your father was so close, and I was completely unaware of his presence."
"Are you going to be okay now?"
"I'll be fine by tomorrow. I don't feel up to dressing for dinner or anything, but I'm fine. Did Bunny mention how the meeting with Franto Construction went?"
"I haven't seen him since before you got ill. I know he got the notes you made, because Hans said he drove them over to him. Dad must know. I know he spoke to Uncle Bunny on the phone, about the marijuana."
"Excuse me, did you say marijuana?"
"It was this idea I got from Elizabeth."
"Oh no, Kenny, she didn't try to get you to smoke that with her, did she?"
"No, and I wouldn't anyway. We were talking about her depression, and she said she preferred to treat it without the mood elevators her doctors prescribed. She said she smokes marijuana, because it's natural, and it keeps her from crying."
"I'll have a word with Gerta. Elizabeth will have to leave our employ. I won't tolerate drug use in my home, or having people who use drugs, working for me."
"She says there's something in it that relaxes people, so they can sleep. She says being relaxed helps depression. She said she can cook with it, so you wouldn't have to smoke any to get the benefits. Uncle Bunny said it probably wouldn't hurt to try it. Gerta said Uncle Bunny tried it, lots of times, when he was younger, and he doesn't get depressions." Mama laughed, weakly.
"Yes, I remember he did that. He didn't have depression before he smoked it either."
"I though it might help, and nobody is even trying anything else to help stop the depressions."
"You're sweet to think of me, but, I don't plan to poison my own body with smoking or eating Marijuana. It might be more dangerous than my present condition. Suppose I got addicted to it? Drug addiction is insidious, Kenny."
"It doesn't matter then. Dad said we couldn't try it, not without you agreeing to do it."
"Did Elizabeth present any medical support for her opinions?"
"She didn't ask me if she could do it, it was my idea. I asked her, because I saw she was laughing and feeling better. It was later that she told me she was thinking about her dead husband, and was depressed because she's afraid she's forgetting him. She said the marijuana helps her not to be so sad, and keeps her from having permanent crying jags. It isn't her fault that I was thinking about how it might help you, and I hope you don't get Gerta to fire her."
"Marijuana is illegal, Kenny. I would be irresponsible if I allowed drugs being on my property. If they found out I did it knowingly, I'd be an accessory."
"Maybe it wasn't a good idea, but it was my fault, not Elizabeth's. She doesn't deserve to be fired."
"I'll have Gerta speak with her, tell her we won't tolerate drug use on my property."
We left it at that. It was Saturday, and Jane, Grace, and I were playing golf at eleven. When I went downstairs, Dad was in his study again, working on something or other. I was disappointed that he'd gotten out of Mama's bed without her knowing he'd stayed there with her. I knocked on his door.
"I just visited with Mama. She says she's feeling okay, just a little bit weak. She isn't depressed now."
"Excellent. Gerta assured me that her weakness will disappear with the intake of food and liquids. I'm happy that she's over the worst of it."
"She didn't know you slept with her last night. In fact, she accused me of touching her when she was asleep, so I told her you were sleeping on her bed when I looked in on her last night." Dad's face got red, and he started to say something several times, but couldn't find the words he wanted.
"I'll speak with your mother, and clear up this misunderstanding with her."
"Jane and Grace are in with her now, so you might want to wait before you do that. Are you planning on reading business things in here all day?"
"There is a lot of information to sort through. I postponed my trip to Omaha, because I wanted to be here for your mother, but I need to get prepared for Monday's trip."
"Can't you take it up to her room and read it there? The girls and I are going to play golf, and I'm sure Mama would appreciate the company. Maybe you can read some of it out loud to her, and see if she thinks the same way you do. You know how much she likes it when you talk about doing something that makes her money."
"I don't want to tire her out, and sometimes, these reports and statements can be pretty dry and dull reading."
"You know Dad, Mama doesn't think this stuff is dull. I think it excites her when you talk about that stuff. As long as you remember to keep putting in the parts where she's going to make lots of new money. You would think, or, at least, I would, that with all the money she has, a few more million wouldn't mean that much to her." Dad laughed, and this time, it sounded like he really meant it.
"Kenny, you have so much to learn about money. From our conversations, and the other reports I've been receiving, there isn't anything I can teach you about social skills. I do know about money though, and about the power it has over people. I include myself in this as well. With rich people, acquiring money is a sport, as well as a passion. It doesn't matter how much you might have, there is always excitement at the prospect of getting more.
"Your mother understands yields, returns, interest, and investment appreciation. She understands, and enjoys seeing her money grow. What she doesn't understand, is how to take nothing, or a group of things holding very little value, and transform it into something, something holding greatly enhanced value. To her, it's like magic. Take this Lucas Company we've acquired. Two months ago, they went out and ordered, prepaid, forty eight new delivery trucks, costing a total of nine hundred thousand dollars. The trucks have yet to be delivered. Because of redundant delivery routes, we're in a position to combine and streamline our deliveries, making these trucks no longer necessary. Yesterday, I arranged with the fleet sales department, for a cancellation of that order and a full refund of the payment. The nine hundred thousand is sitting in our operating account, making it less likely that Bunny or your mother will need to increase their exposure by having to provide operating capital for the new business. Even though it was only a fortuitous circumstance, presenting us with an opportunity to convert one asset into another, to your mother, it will seem like magic. It changed our new company's net worth not at all, and yet, by freeing up that money, it enhanced the purchase, bringing it closer to her ideal investment."
"What's her ideal investment?"
"Right now, it's to acquire seventy million dollars worth of assets for forty million dollars, without touching one penny of her own personal capital. If I can find another four million dollars of non-producing assets to convert into operating cash, her ideal will have been achieved."
"How likely is it that you can?" Dad looked at me, a smug smile on his face.
"There's a warehouse in Lincoln, with 20,000 square feet of storage capability. We have two other distribution centers in Lincoln. Together, these two have more than enough spare capacity to free up the Lucas warehouse. I put it on the market this morning, for five point two million. Our real estate people tell me we can expect several quick offers at asking price, or quite near it. This asset was purchased three years ago, for six million dollars by Ron Lucas. In addition to the cash freed up, we'll be able to take a write off on our eight hundred thousand dollar loss with the sale. After making a ballpark appraisal of all of the remaining assets, I still believe the company will be worth seventy million, without the trucks, and minus that warehouse."
"So, you get the company without spending any of your own money?"
"So it would appear. There is still the personal liability for the forty million, but I plan on converting all corporate debt from the four companies into a single revolving credit line. One which won't require any personal guarantees from any of us. In six months, your mother and Bunny will each have their forty six million back, and own thirty per cent of a company worth a net one hundred eighty million. The company will be worth three hundred million, with one hundred twenty million dollars of exposure on a one hundred fifty million dollar revolving credit line."
"You better make sure Mama's bedroom door is locked when you explain to her how you're going to do this. Especially that part about her getting her forty six million back in six months." I was half kidding, but Dad looked at me and nodded his agreement. In a minute, he was gathering up a bunch of the papers spread out on his desk. Soon, I could see he was ready for me to leave. When I went out of his study, he came out too, with a big stack of papers. I watched as he walked up the stairs, towards their bedroom.
Grace, Jane, and I played golf. We went up to the practice range first, warming ourselves up with a regular bucket of practice balls, equally divided among the three of us. The only excitement during the round was when Grace just missed a seven foot eagle putt on the front. Jane won, with a seventy, followed by Grace, with a seventy four, and me, with an eighty two. At the turn, we had stopped in at the snack bar, buying hotdogs and drinks, so, after we finished our round, we decided to skip having lunch at the restaurant. Instead, we changed into our swim suits and headed over to the pool for a swim.
Carol was home from college, and I introduced her to Jane and Grace. This time, it was Carol and Grace making eyes at each other, and Jane's turn to make catty and sarcastic comments. I flirted with Carol, giving her a massage, while rubbing in her tanning lotion. I made up several stories about Bea, trying to prevent Carol from causing any real problems with the girls. In one of these stories, I told Carol that Bea had told me to keep an eye out for her, since she was planning on making a visit, sometime in the summer. While I was busy neutralizing Carol, Grace and Jane were having a spirited discussion of their own. I was afraid they might get too loud in the pool area, so I told them we needed to leave. The walk over to Jane's car by the three of us was punctuated by heated accusations, and angry counter charges. That night, Grace came downstairs to sleep in Bea's old room, and, on Sunday, Jane moved back home to her father's trailer in Bolling, claiming she needed some time alone, to think.
Mama was very upset, with me. Somehow, she blamed me for introducing Carol to Grace in the first place. As for Grace, she wasn't adverse at all to receiving Mama's sympathy. Mama remembered Jane's earlier display, back when she had first met Brenda. Mama insisted that Grace move back into my old room, telling her that Bea's room wasn't good enough.
On Monday, Jane called me from the job site, using the phone in the contractor's trailer. She spent ten minutes asking me questions about how Grace was doing, alternating between accusations and fear and remorse, for the things she had said to Grace. When I told her that Grace had gone to work normally with my father, Jane practically accused my dad and me of having affairs with Grace. I told her we weren't, and that she was being silly to even think that. She ended up giving me a message for Grace: apologize for what she had said, or forget about her, forever. I was glad I wasn't caught up in any of it.
That night, after dinner, I was up in my room, trying to decide if I wanted to return Brenda's earlier call or not. We had talked for half an hour before dinner, but all Brenda was talking about was how unfair it was that her parents weren't taking her out shopping for some new summer clothes. It almost sounded to me like she was hoping that I'd suggest taking her myself, or else I'd ask my mother to take her shopping again. I finally decided to call her back, hoping she was done with hinting around about needing new summer clothes.
It turned out that she was done. She had somehow talked Emily into taking her shopping over in Bolling the next day. She spent a few minutes telling me that at least one of her friends cared about how she looked. She asked me if I wanted to help her pay for a new bathing suit, telling me that she wanted to get something real nice, just for me, but wouldn't feel right asking Emily or her mother to pay for it. I told her I'd give her forty dollars, which was most of the spare cash I had now. I hadn't made any money playing golf with my parents or Uncle Bunny since Grace and Jane came to stay with us, and I hadn't had a chance to talk to Uncle Bunny about the trust account he'd set up for me, from the money my parents had given me. Brenda said she'd come by in the morning to pick up the forty dollars. She said it to me in a way that made me think she had been hoping for a lot more money from me. After we got off the phone, I found myself a little angry with her.
It was around ten o'clock when Grace knocked on my door. I yelled for whoever it was to come in, and was surprised to see it was her. I'd already told her about Jane's call, and the message she'd given me for her. When I told Grace what Jane's message was, she just looked at me, then yelled, "Fuck!", before turning away, and going up to her room. She hadn't come down for dinner, and when Mama sent me up to knock on her door, to tell her it was dinner time, she'd just yelled at me to go away.
"Kenny, can I talk to you?"
"Sure. Come in, sit down." I patted my mattress, indicating for her to sit on the bed too. She came over and sat on the bottom edge of my bed, about three feet from me.
"What am I going to do now?" She looked like she had been crying. From the tone of her question, I didn't think she really expected me to tell her. It didn't really sound like she was looking for my advice.
"Did you call her?"
"I can't. There's no way I'm apologizing to her, not when she's being such a little bitch." She sounded convincingly angry. If she called Jane, starting out with that tone, nothing good would come of their conversation.
"What did you say to her that she wants you to apologize for?"
When the Christmas break came around, I was fortunate to get some extra time off work so I could go home for the duration. I waited till the next morning to take the train home and Emma was there to pick me up at the station. She wanted to drive me to her house for a while, but I insisted we go straight home as Mother would be expecting me for lunch. I did promise her I would see her the next afternoon, at least for a couple of hours as I still had some Christmas to do. The table was set for...
LesbianWhen we got back home, I phoned Uncle Bunny at his office number. I told him about Jane and Grace, making it a special point to tell him how much Grace's personality reminded me of Bea's. I told him that the girls both needed summer jobs, and that I had told them about us needing drivers for the construction site. "Kenny, I can't just hire people without knowing anything about them, or their qualifications. These are responsible positions, we'll need responsible people to fill them....
"What do you think of us now? Do you still want to be our friend?" All I could do was nod my head up and down, letting her know that I still did. Grace looked down at Jane's head and began caressing it, lovingly, satisfied, for the moment at least, and giving herself over to the pleasure of their shared intimacy. I waited a few moments, watching the two of them together, before getting up and taking off for the bedroom. I called Gerta, asking her if it would be too much trouble for her if...
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...
What Dad had said to me was pretty surprising, but it didn't change anything, not as far as my thinking went. I recognized the strong feelings I had for Brenda, but it wasn't enough. I understood Uncle Bunny's attraction to Mrs. Connor, and I believed what Dad had said about Mama wanting Brenda as part of Uncle Bunny's family. I knew it wouldn't work, Brenda and me, the same way that Uncle Bunny knew it wouldn't work with Mrs. Connor. Mother and daughter both had the same problem. What...
I was sitting on my bed, trying to decide if I should make the call to Brenda or not. It was almost certainly going to be the kind of call where we would end up fighting. I didn't want to fight with her. If she told me she hadn't had sex with Darryl, I was going to get mad. If she told me she had, I was going to get mad. Whenever I ended up getting mad, Brenda got mad too. I decided to hold off on calling her until I had time to figure out a way to talk to her about the Darryl situation,...
Saturday morning we all played golf, splitting up first into two threesomes. I played with both my parents, while Uncle Bunny played with Grace and Jane. We went first, and were working on our second round of drinks in the restaurant, before they finally finished up and joined us. Uncle Bunny had made a thirty foot putt on the eighteenth green, to break ninety for the first time in his life. He was still hitting his driver very well. We all had a nice lunch, with everyone seeming in good...
"I don't think I'll even need to convince her. After she finds out that we did it, she's going to want me to tell her all about it. When I tell her I did it with you, she'll want to do it with you too. That's what happened with Darryl." I listened as my mind played back to me everything Brenda had just said. Was Brenda saying that Emily had screwed Darryl too? I tried not to let my surprise show on my face. I was also trying to come up with some response that would keep her talking,...
When Hans pulled the limo up in front of the circular driveway, Emily and Brenda stepped out of the back of it, wearing identical skirts and blouses. Even their shoes were matched. It was only ten minutes before dinner time when they finally arrived at my house. It has always been hard for me to explain the sense of awe that would strike me each time I saw Brenda again. Her looks were absolutely stunning, but for me it was a quality she had that was more than looks. I've only seen the same...
The next morning, Mama did get up, and went with Hans, traveling to the bank in Bolling, to sign the papers guaranteeing the forty million dollar operating line for the new acquisition. She looked tired, and very fragile, but she went to do what needed doing. Uncle Bunny had already been asked to fill in for her at the meeting with the construction company people. These were the people hired to build the lodge needed to house all the golf camp students. Mama had made complete notes about...
This whole mess with Grace and Jane was fast becoming a problem for me. Dad was right. We already had enough to worry about without getting involved in their mess. I regretted telling Mama that I'd talk to Jane about Elizabeth taking Bea's room. I was now caught in the middle of their disagreement. I went upstairs and dialed Jane's number. "Jane, it's Kenny. Mama told me you were planning to stay in Bea's old room for awhile. You can't." "Your mom already said I could. All my stuff...
"No, Georgia is my half sister, mine and Bunny's. My father made Georgia's mother pregnant. It was after my mother learned of this that she drowned herself." When Mama told me this, I couldn't have been more shocked. I had a lot of questions, but I didn't really know how to ask any of them. Mama had told me she was fourteen years old when her mother died. Mrs. Connor was only a year or two younger than Mama and Uncle Bunny. Mama said she felt guilty about her mother's death, and Uncle...
We flew up to Omaha early the next morning. Mama had gotten up early too, to see us off, and she made it a point to tell me that she was having Brenda and Mrs. Connor come over for lunch later that day. I guess she wanted me to know that she was already working on taking care of what I had asked her to do, as far as changing Brenda's behavior. We got into the office up in Omaha right before nine o'clock. Dad told me that he had a full morning of meetings with production people, and he told...
Surprisingly, once I stopped fretting over my relationship with Brenda, I was able to feel relaxed around her again. After dinner we all sat in the library, talking about money. I excused myself long enough to go in the kitchen and visit with Gerta and Hans. Gerta told me that Grace and Jane had driven to Bolling for the weekend, and that Mama had given them the keys to the apartment my parents kept there. For some reason, this seemed to upset both Gerta and Hans, and I didn't know why....
"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....
Sister Clara would have to talk to me. When I opened the front door to go inside, the entrance way was empty. I remembered then it was Thursday, and all the boys old enough were at the school, and the younger ones were in the nursery. I didn't want to try Mother Superior's office, so I went over to the kitchen to say hello to Marie. I found her there, trying to clean up the mess left over from that morning's breakfast. She was happy to see me, and gave me a hug. When I started working in...
On the drive back to the house, my head was awash with thoughts and worries. I also felt a deep anger, one that was somewhat irrational, because my mother really hadn't known that I would pick that particular day to step back into her life. What wasn't irrational, was the anger I felt from knowing that both she and my grandmother had purposely abandoned me in a greedy bid for some undeserved insurance money. They had scammed an insurance carrier by purposely switching my identity with that...
We drove home again in silence. I was upset with myself for fleeing the Coulter house, but, at the same time, vastly relieved not to still be there. It was obvious to me that Anne Coulter had serious problems. It seemed obvious also, that the drinking was more a symptom of her problems, rather than the actual problem. She was still a relatively young woman. "Dad, can we drive over to Uncle Bunny's office? I need to see him about the Coulter's." "Maybe you should take a few days to...
The next day, Mama, Uncle Bunny, Dad, and I teed off at ten thirty. Jane and Grace had joined another twosome right behind us. The twosome was made up of two younger girls. I had seen one of them at the pool before, a brunette about my age, who was about average height, with small breasts, and hips just a little wider than normal. She had worn a bikini at the pool, and she looked a little bit pear shaped in it. I'd never seen the other girl though. She too was a brunette, with hair on the...
On Tuesday, we flew up to Omaha for a meeting with the company that was making our vending machines. It was the owner, his son, Dad and me, and Virginia and her dad. I was the youngest one there. Mr. Lucas was good friends with Mr. Tanner, the owner of the vending machine company. They went back a long ways together. We were having lunch, and Dad was letting Mr. Lucas represent the company as far as negotiating for new machines. We were hoping to order six thousand new machines. The last ones...
I was excited about the Chicago trip. I hadn't gotten out to do that many things, living at the orphanage, so I was really looking forward to all the things Mama and Dad were talking about. I can't say I was a big baseball fan, but the thought of actually seeing big league ball players playing, that was a thrill for me. I waited until five o'clock before phoning Shirley. I was a little nervous, even though she had invited me to call her. The phone only rang once before she picked it up...
We went to see the Cubs beat the Mets Friday afternoon. Dennis Eckersley was the starting and winning pitcher for the Cubs. It was their third win in a row, but they were still seven and a half games out of first place in their division. The game ended 2-1, and it wasn't as exciting as some other ones I'd seen on television, except that I was there in Wrigley Field watching this one. We had gotten over to the Tanner plant before eight o'clock. It was a lot smaller than I had thought it...
That night at dinner, all I paid attention to was Uncle Bunny. A few times, people said something to me, but I was too busy trying to see what Uncle Bunny had meant, to be able to respond well to their questions. I was afraid they'd think I was retarded or something. We were all together from seven o'clock until almost ten thirty. Mama let Dad present the full terms of their offer to David and Craig. Uncle Bunny was to be the liaison man with them, and the one who handled the funding for...
As I had expected, I had difficulty going to sleep Monday night. At one in the morning, I heard Grace and Jane coming up the stairs. They certainly weren't taking any pains to be quiet. The two of them came right into my room, without even knocking. I closed my eyes and pretended to be sleeping. "Kenny! Wake up!" This was Grace screaming out her drunken whisper. "I already am awake. Why are you two coming into my room like this?" "We needed to ask you something." This was from Jane....
I was in my room at five thirty, getting myself ready to speak with Shirley. I was mentally rehearsing what I was going to say to her. I was undecided between the direct confession route, or the hypothetical question gambit. Both had merit, but either might accomplish what I most feared. I was afraid that Shirley was going to listen to what happened, then decide that I wasn't someone she wanted to be friends with. Just thinking about that happening had me sick with worry, and too paralyzed...
It was three o'clock in the afternoon on Friday when one of the John's from maintenance called upstairs to my father's secretary, looking for me. I was down on the loading docks, observing all the changes in the three o'clock route driver scramble. Now, each driver pulled into the yard and parked, handing his keys in to one of the warehousemen standing by. If there were product returns, a list of them was also given to the man taking the truck keys. It was slow at first, and very orderly,...
I replaced the vent cover, right after Uncle Bunny left. I looked at my alarm clock and it was five after seven. I didn't usually get up so early on a Saturday morning, but, with what had just happened, there was absolutely no hope that I'd ever be able to get back to sleep. Nothing in Uncle Bunny's demeanor had indicated any great worry, but the very fact that he felt he might need his pistol was of great concern to me. I got dressed and went downstairs. Hans and Gerta were in the...
Somehow, Mama got the idea I was working too hard, and that I hadn't been able to enjoy my vacation from school. Each time she brought it up, I'd tell her I was having a good time, and that I was learning a lot from going to work with Dad. I was busy though. Uncle Bunny took me to Bolling to get my permit to begin learning to drive. The written test was easy, even though I'd only been able to look it over for about two hours before I took the test. Uncle Bunny took me to a farm road, and...
The closer it came to me going away to school again, the less I wanted to do it. I knew the academic program was better at CA, than anything I'd receive in the public school system, a lot more challenging, but I really didn't want to leave home again. There was also the extra month of summer vacation I'd be missing out on by returning to Clement Academy. I balanced all of my reasons for not wanting to go, against one simple fact, that I'd already told my parents that I wanted to remain at...
I had a great weekend. Saturday was simply the most wonderful day I'd ever had. At the dance Saturday night, several people commented about how good a couple Shirley and I made, and about how happy I looked. Shirley, they said, was beautiful and radiant. There was a moment, during the early part of the dance, when I thought I was in big trouble. Mrs. Jones came over to our table and asked me to dance with her, As soon as we were out on the dance floor, she shocked me with something she...
Life for me was really going well. I was really enjoying all my class work at the school. Shirley and I were getting along so well it was positively frightening. Anne Coulter was progressing very nicely in her treatment for alcoholism, and, for once, Mama and Dad seemed to be getting along really well. Mama was in one of her periodic long respites from her depression. Uncle Bunny, as usual, added to my sense of well being, sending me frequent humorous accounts and observations of my parents...
It wasn't late yet, but Uncle Bunny, Elizabeth, and Aunt Clara had already left. We hadn't lingered around the dining room for much longer, not after our dinner conversation had gotten more than a little bit out of hand. Shirley had gotten in her retaliatory strike at me, but it hadn't been a clear knock out. She had struck, I had countered, and then, anyone who cared to, had jumped into the fray. I think all of us had enjoyed parts of it, but some had enjoyed it more than others. Mama,...
Mama had another one of her depressions right after I left to go back to school. It was immediately after my one week school break for Thanksgiving. When I got home that Friday evening, after having signed myself out, and driving home alone, Gerta told me it looked like this was going to be one of the really bad ones for Mama. My dad had been staying up in Bolling, at our apartment there, supposedly because there was so much happening with the business, that he needed to save the one hour...
We didn't play any golf on Sunday. Mama was up and eating by the time Dad and I came home on Saturday. I quickly made myself scarce, making sure they had some privacy, so they could repair the latest tear in the fabric of their relationship. I went into town, driving around, looking for something to do to kill a part of a chilly afternoon. I wound up over at the high school, watching a bunch of boys my own age playing basketball on the court set up outside. I'd never played any basketball,...
I went back to school on Thursday, the second of January. Shirley and I had talked a lot in the few days remaining of my break from school. We had both expressed a desire for us to remain together as a couple. We had exchanged many loving thoughts, and had each reaffirmed that our deep caring for the other was intact. We had held each other a lot, and had even kissed quite a bit, but none of this was done with any real, honest, passion. There was too much that was still unresolved between us....
By the time we finally arrived at the hospital in Springfield, it was after nine o'clock. Elizabeth was already in the hospital room, visiting with Uncle Bunny, and he was being allowed only one visitor in his room at a time. The nurse had gone in to tell Uncle Bunny and Elizabeth that we had arrived. It was only a few minutes wait, but Mama was being impatient, loudly impatient too. Dad tried to get her to sit and wait, telling her it wouldn't be long before she could go in. He was telling...
As soon as Elizabeth called our house, to let Gerta know the terribly sad news about Uncle Bunny, Gerta and Hans stepped in and immediately knew they needed to take over. It was as though they had been on some kind of standby alert, just waiting for an emergency situation such as the one they now faced. Hans placed a phone call to Dad's office, and told him the grim news. Gerta climbed the stairs and went through to Mama's closed bedroom door. She paused for a brief period outside, knowing...
Kuch der tak hum dono aise nange leate baten karte rhe. Fir jane kab hum dono ko nind aa gyi. Hum dono ek dusre ki bahon me aise hi so gye. Subah fir meri 5 baje karib ankh khuli. Maine apne phone me time dekha toh main ek dar gyi. Kyoki ye hi time mummy ke uthne ka hota hai. Main jaldi se Sanju ko uthaya aur use uske kapade dalne ko diye. Maine uske sath use jaldi jaldi kapade dalwaye, fir jese wo aaya tha. Apne hath me chapal le kar, wese hi use uske hatho me uski chappal de kar maine use...
100% fiction! Im in quite a reasonable family of 5 mum, dad, sister, brother and me. Im the youngest of all and the oldest being my brother who lives away from home. My sister is a young 22 year old with a hot body and still lives home with me. I often had fantacies of doing things to my sister and when she was away i would look through her draws for her sexy bras and toys. I had found her stash of 3 dildos one being a vibrator and the other 2 large rubber ones. Most days i found myself home...
IncestNot much recently he’d noted. If only he was forty odd years younger he’d teach Jenny a thing or two. Ian the husband seemed a bit of a wimp he was an accountant and as dull as dishwater. Jenny on the other hand was stunning, tall blonde a great figure if a little slim for his liking. He figured she had the prettiest face he had ever seen. Unfortunately she appeared to be very demure, prim and proper well except for that night when he’d caught her definitely the worse for drink. Mostly...
"Grace, why don't you come up here with me?" I asked timidly. As soon as the words came out I wanted to shoot myself. "Thank you!" she squealed, jumping up into the bed with me. Her body was trembling from the cold. It was pitch dark and she cuddled up behind me. I was hard and thankful to be facing away from her. Her body heat felt so good. I was wearing boxers and a t-shirt. I could feel her bare legs on mine. I assumed she had changed into the panties and sweatshirt I always saw...
Everything happened at one time for 14-year-old Carrie. In the course of a week a series of events occurred that led to the night of incest. First her girlfriend Ingrid let it slip that their friend Joan's father had raped his own daughter, Joan's younger sister. This news triggered off Carrie's thinking process; wondering how a father could do that to his own daughter. It was only a day later that Carrie found herself sitting on her father's lap when suddenly she felt him harden under...
(c) 2001 Charmbrights. All rights reserved.The author has asserted the moral rights under sections 77 and 78 of the Copyright Designs and Patents Act 1988.Carol and JeremyComing away from the ante-natal clinic after a check-up four weeks before her second baby was due, Carol looked down, a little wistfully, as she eased her bulk into the car.'Will I ever see my feet again?' she wondered.'Nonsense,' she chided herself, 'A month from now I will have my baby to feed and most of my figure back.'She...
InterracialTender fingers traveling slowly in the direction of my burning core with each inch a fever controls me I cannot help but beg for more Sweet love turns into a filthy game Letting the inner b**st swiftly out To be relaxed or to feel ashamed? Oh, forget the bl**dy questions for now! I turn my head and see your eyes burning An innate man’s thirst for my petite curves Next thing I know, I find myself swerving To face you backwards, a little treat I’ve learned You are my one and only, my gentle...
Samantha, I suppose that I should start with the standard opening questions for a letter: How are you? What have you been doing? etc… But, since I don’t have a return address and won’t have one for the rest of this summer that would be a bit pointless. I’m going on a road trip with a friend. I’ve decided to write you once in a while. Don’t expect letters, just know that they may come. That’s how I started the letters. We were in Alabama that night and in the morning we stopped at a rest plaza...
The apartment I was staying in is a typical one for the island. Very few people have permanent resonance here and from what I have heard the permanent ones are on the either side of the island. That part of the island is gated off and not available to regular guests. Even as the host of the game, I must still be a regular guest as I am using one of the rental places that was given to me. It gets cleaned after I leave, but it is mine for the time being. The apartment is nice and simple. It...
With one kick from his powerful leg, Thorvik kicked in the door to the secret church of the Spider-Goddess, Kalindraa and, with a sweeping backhand, immediately dispatched of two of the female Spider-Acolytes standing guard.Illuminated by torchlight, Thorvik Kabot's strong Nordic physique was an impressive sight and a testament to the purity of his lineage and breeding as he had the strong, battle-scarred muscled body of a barbarian with the chiseled facial features of a nobleman with a strong...
Lashes By Arecee Chapter 0ne As far back as I could remember, my Mom and I had a ritual when she made up her face. She would apply mascara to my lashes. I would giggle and laugh and she would join me in the merriment. There was nothing sexual about it, nor did she treat me like a girl, it was just our little thing. "Mark, honey, you have such beautiful lashes," she would gush. I would bat my lashes at her and...
Soon after I had rimmed his ass and probed it with my wriggling tongue, I could hear him laughing as he pointed at my li'l penis straining in its cage, but leaking nonetheless. He then turned around and just plunged his condom covered cock into my mouth and furiously fucked my face. After about 10-15 quick thrusts he started moaning and telling me to take his load, clearly we both had forgotten the condom. I was just trying to breathe and gripped his muscular ass and brought him harder...
Hello, this is Rohit. This is my first story that I’m posting here. I’m working for a software firm and my job needs a lot of travel. This took place when I was new to Bangalore. I and one of my friends got a job in Bangalore (in a different organization) from the campus placements. Let me tell you about my friend. She has dusky skin. She is around 5 feet tall and has curves at the right places, 32D boobs, which anyone would notice. When she moved to Bangalore, she was given a hotel for the...
My new life with my step-sister This story is a fantacy and a work of fiction all characters are real but have been changed for this story. If you have any comments on this story please email me I welcome all comments and suggestions whether it be negative or positive my email is bmullany@yahoo.com My new life with my step-sister When I was 16 both my Dad and Step-mother where killed in a car accident. Which left me and my step sister whom is 23 with there house. And according to a judge...
Washington, D.C. was in the throes of a rape epidemic. Perhaps 50 women had been kidnapped and mercilessly raped by a gang of ruthless hoodlums. From the post-rape interviews of the victims, the police had been able to establish that the rapists were a pack of young boys, who were apparently in their mid-teens. There was a large, but undetermined number of them, and it wasn’t known whether they were school boys or degenerate juvenile delinquent drop...
Hello all,This story is about my horny sex experience with my hot maid servant. As people normally write before going about sharing their experience, I would also like to state that this is a real story. And I mean real, by all possible means.Let me go about explaining things to every single detail that I can remember of. Because, this was one awesome experience that gives me unstoppable hard-ons even now when I think of it.I will have to go way back in time to early 2012 when I first met this...
It was on Saturday evening at the dinner table when his oldest daughter Jenny mischievously brought the Laura issue to the forefront. "You know, Laur," she remarked, "when dad and I were out yesterday, I told him what you wanted him to do for you. Now he has no excuse, he knows exactly what you want," she finished with a sly grin. Tom glanced at his wife but apparently the remark meant nothing to her as she didn't show any interest. She continued eating and glancing over at the TV,...
Becoming Anya by Pol Roger An Elrod W's Morphic Adaptation Unit (MAU) Universe story One should always keep one's home wireless network secure, especially with alien devices around! The plain silvery metal box sat among the other bric-a-brac on the crowded table just inside the Portobello Road antiques shop. It was not much bigger than a shoebox, although squarer in shape. Harry Pringle was twenty-nine, rich, brash and very good at his...
Jody stared out the window and swirled her hand in the warm soapy water. As it began draining from the sink. She laid the freshly washed soup kettle aside to dry. Her eyes remained focused on the distance below a sun still low in the morning sky. She dried her hands and leaned on the countertop and sighed quietly. Three days had passed with no word from Melissa. "Well, if Mohammed won't come to the mountain, I guess Mohammed will have to go to the mountain," she muttered quietly. She...
The first pic shows her beautifully dressed in expensive designer clothing. She really is a very attractive and confident blond, sixty-eight inches tall, size 12 plus body and my guess is size 36C bust. In the second pic the designer skirt and jacket are on the sofa behind her as she poses in skimpy black underwear, her voluptuous body is very appealing to both Roger and me. In the third and fourth pics she is standing totally naked in her heels, legs apart, with her hands on her hips. One is...
Date: sun 11th November 2008 07:01:36 -0700 (PDT) From: Sharon Pinder Subject: Room for SurpriseWarning: This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between men If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it.Author's Note: This story is the property of the author. It can be downloaded for personal reading pleasure or sending to a friend, but if you wish to re-post them at your own site, please contact the author for...