Alternate Realities Selena Gomez at sixteen
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Mrs. Moore knocked on my door during breakfast.
“Hi. I came to tell you that Cheryl is clean. The doctors ran test after test and everything is clean.”
Panicking, I grabbed her hand and led her off my porch. She too was lighter than she should have been but not as bad as Cheryl. “My house is bugged. Yours too probably. Car, yard, bathrooms, pool, you name it. I’m glad Cheryl is good.” Not that she will show her face around me again. That last time she was scared off by the Agency.
“Oh, I didn’t realize. I wanted you to know. If you need anything, let me know,” Mrs. Moore couldn’t say enough about Cheryl’s recovery and it showed.
“Can I have Cheryl’s oncologist’s phone number please?”
“Why would you need that?”
“No reason. Just in case.”
“Wait here.” I burned the name and number into my brain before flushing the paper she gave me down the toilet. I hoped that it was not too late. What the hell, the Bureau as good as knew anyway. Ronnie admitted it and so did Irene.
After she left, I went for a walk in the woods letting my cereal get soggy-er for later. Every tree, I passed by was touched and some of its energy absorbed. Same with the large bushes. I repeated that for two hours until I was brimming with Life.
I felt full in an odd way. I don’t even think I could describe it if I tried. I felt good too.
Pointing and focusing at a noisy blackbird, I zapped him. Stunned, he fell out of the tree, wounded but still alive. I only removed a quarter or so of his lifeforce. Probably more. Filling him with that much more plus, was an ugly sight. Blood, meat and feathers everywhere. Too much.
Sickening.
But I needed testing and practice.
Ronnie found me well after dark in the same area playing with leaves. “Is everything alright?”
“No. It’s not safe here. I’ll return in a couple hours.”
“Nate are you thinking of something dumb?”
“Practicing. Out here no one can get hurt. Now please leave.”
“I’d like to stay and watch.”
“Ronnie, it’s really not safe. They have bomb zones and test areas for a reason. No one is around to worry about if something goes wrong. Please leave me alone.”
“Don’t stay too long.”
“A couple more hours. I promise.”
I stayed out until midnight, maybe a little later. Seeing in the dark was not an issue since I was glowing. That, and I could see everything alive. Plants, roots, bugs, birds and trees. The whole forest was alive and beckoning to me. A beacon.
“You’re still glowing, Nate.” Ronnie was waiting for me when I returned. Of course.
“Too much energy in me. I should skip running until it goes away.”
“Do you want to talk about it?”
“I need to learn, don’t I? The only way that will happen is if I experiment and test. Just like Mr. Plumb said in my science class at school. Theory, experiment and test, test, test, until you get a better understanding. Then test some more.”
“What if something happens to you?”
“Do you think there is anyone out there that is better at fixing me than me?”
“Everyone needs backup,” she counter argued. One that made too much sense.
“Fine, you can come. But if I tell you to leave, you need to go away.”
“I can accept that.”
Turning to look at the Fed in the window, I Flared bright. Smiled, and went inside to rest. I didn’t need sleep right now. It could wait.
I felt bad for those birds and squirrels but those experiments were necessary. Too bad the first one died at the end, so too the second third and fourth. I also realized what was different about Ronnie.
Won’t she be surprised on her next physical. I grinned. A Class I Physical who had a full revamp of her bones, muscles and tendons, she was younger, not just looked it. Maybe not chronologically but where it mattered. I was on to something with that last dumb squirrel. It dying set me back, but that was my fault. I overdid it.
On Monday, Agent Dubois went to follow us, since I had spent all day Thursday through Sunday out here, only returning after midnight each night.
“The Fed can’t come, I can’t guarantee her safety.”
“Are you threatening me Mr. Stevens?”
“Warning. I’m experimenting, if you are close you might get affected.”
“What about her?”
“I like her, you I don’t. Now leave or I will go elsewhere to do this.”
“Sorry, Mr. Stevens, please return to your house.”
“Are you threatening me, Fed?”
She pulled her gun.
I laughed.
“Go ahead and shoot. You wanted to since the first time we met. Or don’t you believe the reports?” I kept walking into the forest. Glowing.
I found new squirrels to play with. It was getting easier to manipulate their life energy at a distance, I still required visual for the more complex aspects.
“What are you trying to do, Nate?”
“Fix her eye, it was damaged a while ago.”
“Which squirrel?” Ronnie asked.
“The gray mottled one in the tree there.” I pointed in a vague direction, the one I was messing around with was a quarter mile ahead. Kinda like Jessica Dubois who was doggedly staying a mile behind us, me. Not that she could see anything from there, even with her high-powered scope. Forest and trees, stupid Fed.
She too was a test subject. I bet she was wondering why she was so tired every night. Hopefully, she blamed the boredom of sitting for hours, seeing and doing nothing. Last time she came too close, I turned a bush to ash five feet in front of her. If that wasn’t enough of a warning, I didn’t know what was.
I kept up my practice until the second week of June. The other kids were out of school for the summer and I had a GED book in my hand while sitting in the forest with divided attention.
Half was on the history dates with Ronnie quizzing me occasionally and the other half on the wildlife. Nothing had accidently died in two weeks.
“Only the Brazilians asked for a meet?” I asked Ronnie for the fourth time.
“Yes,” she replied, with seemingly endless patience. I had stopped glowing on the twenty eighth of last month but we only ran in the mornings now or in my forest. I didn’t need it as much as either of us originally thought. I was slowly rebuilding myself. Addressing the malnutrition of my youth and early teen years, the lack of real exercise and other physical neglect. The massive multivitamin capsules along with almost triple my former food intake were being completely absorbed by my system as I slowly and continuously Healed and rebuilt myself.
I had Ronnie take some too, and Helped her a little here and there... maybe more than a little...
“The Agency is preventing other foreign agents from coming, aren’t they?”
“Yes.”
“GED tomorrow at nine. Will you drive me?” I asked. I was worried.
“Sure. You’re ready. Just relax and do your best,” she encouraged me.
I was ready.
...
“I’m sorry, Mr. Stevens. Your name is not on the list of today’s testees.” The registrar apologized at the GED sign in.
“What do you mean, it’s not on the list? I have a confirmation number and you cashed my check.” I was pissed.
“Mistakes happen. Please calm down, young man. There is always next month.”
“Fucking Agency. They removed my name. Fine. I can play too.” Turning to Ronnie. “Drive me to the hospital.”
“That isn’t the best idea, Nate.”
“Drive me or I walk. It’s only two miles away, you trained me to run that far, remember?” I snapped.
“Think about what you are doing, Nathan. Call Lu if you need to.”
“He’d say that this is one of those times I needed to decide on my own and live with the consequences. Something trite about growing up and be a man,” I bitched.
Turning to Ronnie, I raised my voice, “Are you going to drive me or not?” I demanded more pissed off than I should have been.
“Don’t hurt anyone and please use moderation,” she capitulated.
“I will be doing the exact opposite of harm,” I promised.
Click. “Dr. Rosenbalm’s office.”
“Tell the doctor that the person who cured Cheryl Moore of her uterus and breast cancer is on the phone. I’ll wait three minutes.”
One minute later, “Tell me something that only you would know.” A firm woman who didn’t want her time wasted but was staring at an unsolved double miracle needed answers, came on the line.
“There was a black film on her body for two days, her feces.” I almost said shit, “was filled with dead cancer cells.”
“You have my attention. Who is this?”
“Nathan Stevens, I’m a Healer Super. Can you get me into the children’s ward in fifteen minutes?”
“A Healer...” she breathed.
“Fifteen minutes or I go somewhere else.”
“I’ll be there. Go in the emergency entrance, ask for me.”
“Okay.” Click.
“Emergency entrance, please,” I asked Ronnie calming down.
“I hope this doesn’t backfire,” she cautioned me.
“It was either this or kill Jessica and every Fed I come across. Irene said to be human. I am, even if they aren’t.”
Five-foot-seven, two-hundred-fifty-pounds of stoutness along with an older woman’s gray hair in a thirty-nine year-old body, met us wearing a white doctor’s jacket and stethoscope. “I’m Dr. Rosenbalm. I take it you are Nathan Stevens?”
“Yup, this is Lt. Lake, Army intelligence, my bodyguard. Lead the way Doc.”
“What can you do and do you need anything?”
“Cancers, wounds, burns. Kids only.” Fuck the adults. They voted to fuck me over. They can rot.
“Bruns...” she said to herself in wonder. “Only children, why?”
“I can Heal two to three kids or one adult. Do you think there are any old farts worth a couple kids?”
“No. I don’t.” She smiled. Didn’t help, she still looked like a shed fell on her and ate her way out. Didn’t matter, as long as she was a good doctor.
The hospital smelled like hospitals everywhere. Sickening.
“How do you heal? I mean the mechanism?”
“I absorb life from everywhere and use it like playdough. Energy playdough.”
She wasn’t buying it, even if it was close to the truth and kept asking for details.
After walking across the hospital and taking the elevator a few floors up, the Doc pointed at a girl behind a glass window. “This is Cortina Gomez, her house caught on fire when her drunken mother mishandled a rotgut still. The mother died and the child suffered terrible burns.”
The ICU window showed a single bed behind it with the plastic tent you see in movies or on TV. The room was filled with monitors, tubes, wires and cabinets. Everything was white and I could hear beeping coming from outside of the room. There were at least three different active monitors. Even the stitching on the mesh parts of the tent was white.
“Do you think you can help her?” the doc asked.
“I need to touch her, doesn’t matter where. Hand, foot, head, body. If you don’t believe me, ask Ronnie.”
Ronnie gave a reluctant nod of agreement. Her gun and badge were indicators of her position. Since she sailed past the guard’s initial inspection, allowing her to wear it in the hospital proper, she had to have been legitimate. No longer caring, I entered the room, sounding the alert at the nurse’s desk. “Guard the door, Ronnie. Please.” I was no longer steamed. No one could be pissed at the outside world in the presence of so many sick children and still claim to be human.
Ducking under the tent, I didn’t realize that they had plastic zippers until later. I found a spot on the girl’s face bare of bandages. Pressing my palm on her head, overlapping some of the bandages, I Healed. She took way more energy than Cheryl did, who had only had two localized clusters of cancer.
More and more people were gathering around the door, but Ronnie was good, the fat Doc was there in support too. Maybe I should have been nicer to her.
My late-night biology reading was helping my vocabulary as well as my understanding.
Burnt flesh, muscle, tendons, and even bones in places, especially on the arms and hands started to recover. It seemed to take forever. I couldn’t remember the girl’s name, guess it didn’t matter. Bones first. I learned to work inside out. The hands were the worst. I wondered if the doctors planned on amputating her right hand before she came out of the coma.
If she... I nipped that thought in the bud.
Someone entered the room, but I couldn’t be distracted. “One doctor only. No one else. If they get caught in my field, they might die.” I didn’t even look away or remove my awareness, I needed this done in one go. I would not get a second chance otherwise.
“You should at least be wearing a mask young man.”
“I can’t get sick.”
“Maybe not, but she can get ill from the simplest of bugs.”
“Oh. I’ll remember that for next time, but I don’t think it will matter.”
“Laura said that you cured a cancer patient of hers. They are mostly giving you this chance because they don’t think you are going to do any good. Nor can it harm Miss Gomez.”
“You think she will die?” I sighed knowing that she would never wake without my help.
“It’s a matter of time, even if something drastic is done. She inhaled too much of the toxic fumes from the still and has too much damage overall to her lungs, the skin and bones in both arms and chest are burnt too deeply for any sort of recovery.” The doctor patiently explained before putting a mask on me.
“I was warned to keep you out of my hospital. I believe that the ones warning me had ulterior motives,” he said.
“They do. I’m Nate.”
“Martin. There is a plastic folding chair in the corner if you need.”
“I’m okay” I said not even looking at the older man who entered my awareness when he came in. “I think another fifteen minutes should be good, her bones are Healing. Mostly, she needs vitamins. Lots. I can’t rebuild everything unless I get them.”
“Which ones?” Martin asked professionally.
“Sir, I’m still reading my first biology book. I know there is calcium in bones and vitamin D. I don’t even know what skin is made of. The rest is up to you. Huge multi ones that have everything are best.”
I felt his smile. “Which text are you reading?” Opening a drawer, he removed something and fiddled around a bit. I was trying not to get distracted.
“Intro to Biology, by Green, Williams, and Quincy.”
He held up a syringe. “Not in the bag, that takes too long, inject her biceps, both of them. I can help it along since the blood is flowing again.
“She is going to need a ton of food and water soon too. There was more damage than I thought,” I said after some consideration.
“Should you not stop and continue later?” The pleasant doctor injected a solution into each upper arm.
“I can’t afford to. She needs to get better today or it’s my ass. Whatever you gave her is helping. She will need a ton more.”
Five minutes later...
“Can you unwrap her head? Her face needs to be washed too, she is getting some of the dead skin in her eyes, nose and ears.”
“It’s flaking off?” he asked astonished.
“Yeah. Can you have someone come in and unwrap her while you give her more vitamins?”
I heard him speak to the wall unit. Someone else entered and a brief discussion took place. I didn’t notice that the monitors had all settled down until just then.
With a sponge, the new person; Caryn, a doctor I thought, began slowly unwrapping the girl, carelessly casting aside the bandages onto a tray. I heard scissors and an exclamation now and then, along with splashing of a bucket of water and repeated trips to the sink.
Dr. Martin kept pumping his patient full of vitamins until I said enough.
“Remind her to plant a tree, she owes it her life. Where was that chair?” It was tiring, mostly mental and I had not stood in one place for thirty minutes before. I also learned a ton. Next time shoot the burn victims up with a gallon of multi vitamins before I start Healing. Not after.
I took a seat in the corner, while the two doctors worked together seamlessly. They had to have worked as a team for ages. Uncaring, I unwrapped an energy bar and took a bite. This room would have to be fumigated anyway.
Working ceaselessly, the pair of docs had the girl unwrapped and mostly washed off in much shorter amount of time than expected. She was tiny, younger than I thought. Maybe seven or eight and thin.
“Barring an X-ray, I’d say it was a success.”
“I fixed the few broken bones I found.” I said, looking for something else to eat. It was fascinating watching them work and seeing the absolute care they had for their patient.
“Nate, are you keeping her asleep?” Dr. Martin asked while washing her left leg with his fifth sponge.
“Nah. She needs to recoup her energy, might take a day or two to wake on her own. Cheryl needed fourteen hours.”
“Was Cheryl the patient Dr. Rosenbalm spoke of?”
“I guess so.”
“Why is the PRA trying to keep you out of the hospital, young man?” Dr. Caryn, asked curiously.
“Supers doing good and making news about it is bad for them. We can only be seen doing bad stuff. Otherwise, it’s all doom and gloom for their budget and witch hunt,” I replied as sarcastically as possible.
“How are you feeling, Nate?”
“Okay, a bit thirsty.”
“How much were you planning on doing today?”
“I didn’t expect to even come. The Agency pissed me off when they cancelled my GED test. Without a GED, I have to attend school. The only schools I can legally attend in the US are all run by the Agency.”
“Parents or homeschooling?”
“None and none. I’ll go to Russia before I go to one of their ‘Camps’.”
“The conditions there are not too bad, but I would not send anyone I cared about there.” Doc Martin replied cryptically.
“Why Russia?” The lady doc asked while giving the girl a final cleaning. Doc Martin was cleaning up the area, putting things away for disposal and testing, I guessed.
“I was offered 25 mil a year, a house and three months off for two days a week at the hospital there.”
“More than I make,” she cockily added. The lady doc wasn’t bad either.
“I hear that you have a children’s cancer ward here somewhere. Can I get some juice, an apple and a guided tour?”
“Are you sure you are up for it? This could not have been easy,” Doc Martin asked, concerned. Proving again he was a fantastic Doc, like the ones in the MASH reruns. Not Burns though.
“I’m fine.” I was too.
“Caryn, will you finish this up, I will escort our guest to the children’s wing.”
“Go. Take pictures,” ‘Caryn’ ordered doc Martin.
“Bring those vitamins, they helped a ton,” I asked Doc Martin.
There were about twenty doctors hovering outside of the window all taking turns peeking in. If that poor girl was not asleep, she would be freaking. I knew I would be.
“You’re glowing.” Ronnie reminded me.
“Thanks. Doc Martin is taking me to the children’s wing. And juice. Let’s go.” ‘Thanks’, I mouthed to my friend. Ronnie could have made this very difficult.
In the cancer ward were about two dozen kids between the ages of four and sixteen. Less than I expected and more than I liked. Dr. Abraham, aka Martin, only allowed two doctors to come with us, including Dr. Rosenbalm, who earned the right from the simple fact that she brought me here.
A bald ten-year old girl in a pink knit cap was in bed reading the third book of the Lord of the Rings trilogy, Return of the King, I thought. The cover was missing and the book badly used. Mauled even.
“Missy, this is Nate. He’d like to show you something.”
“I hope he isn’t another lame magician wananbie.”
“I couldn’t pull a quarter out of a rabbit’s hat if you put the quarter in beforehand.” I extended my hand in greeting. “I’m Nate.”
“Aren’t you afraid that I’m contagious? You might catch ‘death’. I think mom’s hand will fall off soon if she keeps scrubbing it every time she comes to visit.” The tiny, thin girl, asked acidly.
“Are you going to shake or not? I’m Nate.”
“Fine. I’m Melissa, going to die of leukemia in three months.” Grabbing onto my hand feebly, she shook it, hoping to shock me. I already knew, but didn’t think she had that long judging by her low life energy level.
“Good night, Melissa, remember to thank a tree when you wake.” She fell asleep. Too easily.
“Doc Martin, run an IV and inject some vitamins. Stuff for her blood, heart and bones, marrow, I think. Her liver needs stuff too. Her liver is here, right? The rest is mostly okay. She will need a ton of food later and water, you know better than I do. Oh, she will ooze black junk out of her pores and stool for a day. Huh. This isn’t bad. This is much easier than the other girl.
“What’s up with that guy. Why is he glowing?” A little boy sitting on his scooter barged into the room.
“He’s helping Missy feel better. You can be next if you are good, Luke.”
“It’s Lucient. Mom said so.” The kid slowly articulated the word. Completely unfamiliar with actually pronouncing it himself, just mimicking his mom.
“Then be a good boy and remember what we talked about when doctors are in the room we...”
“‘Let them doctor’.” The boy finished Dr. Rosenbalm’s teachings. The cute kid maneuvered his three wheel bike and scooted off.
Ten minutes, not bad. I accepted the juice from Ronnie and was led to the next patient. Lucient was not next. It was a fourteen year old boy with a tumor the size of a golf ball located at the base of his brain. No introductions were needed as he was asleep on meds. Drugged hard.
Half way through the fifteen minute, estimated, removal a commotion happened in the ward. Four Agents barged in coming to arrest me followed by seven rent-a-cops. Great timing assholes.
There was stern language and even yelling at one point by Dr. Rosenbalm, who was nice, but still had a face that looked like a bus hit it, after she ate the bus. I heard cameras and cancer mentioned. Not that I cared. If one so much as touched me, they would feed the kids with their vitality.
“Ronnie, make them go away. I am losing concentration and it might harm him. Tumors suck.”
An unfamiliar hand touched my shoulder, he dropped. More yelling ... more people.
There. It broke. Tough fucker. Now to completely kill it and flush it into his system. Good.
I sat back in my chair. And looked at the three groups arguing.
“This is a children’s cancer ward. GET OUT.” The extra-large doc had a set of vocal cords.
“This kid assaulted a Federal officer. He is a criminal that should be in custody.”
“That kid just Healed a brain tumor patient. Brain tumor. I can say it slower. HEALED. A. Brain. Tumor. Patient. Get out and let him work,” Cheryl’s doc was loud.
The seven rent-a-cops didn’t stand a chance against the Feds who didn’t stand a chance against doctors in their own hospital.
Seeing as I was now paying attention to the blowhard bastard, he thundered, “Nathan Stevens, you are under arrest for assault on a Federal Agent.”
“I had never assaulted anyone before. But since you insist.” Snap.
“Nathan.” Ronnie chastised me in disappointment. As all three of the remaining Feds dropped bonelessly to the ground. A chorus of faces looked at me expectantly.
“Sleeping. Who is next?” Over the next three hours I Healed all twenty-five kids in the hospital of their various ailments.
I also learned a great deal more. This was the best practice for me. Mostly healthy squirrels didn’t measure up.
“Where did Doc Martin go?” I asked the fat doc after healing the last kid of throat cancer which had trickled into his left lung.
“Dr. Abraham had a matter to attend to. He would like to see you downstairs in his office when you are done.”
She sounded suspicious, but I was hungry and thirsty, even with Ronnie feeding me bottled juice and terrible hospital mush. Hospital food sucked worse than my cooking. No salt, no pepper, no flavor. How Ronnie ate two helpings and me three, I had no clue.
“I will make the tapes available for everyone later today. I’m sure the Feds will be interested in them too along with our lawyers and the children’s parents,” I heard the good doc, speak loudly to whomever.
Someone shoved me into Dr. Abraham off ... I should have kept my radar up. That would teach me.
“Nate, come join us, please,” invited the EVIL Doctor Martin Abraham, standing before a podium before a crowd of reporters and cameras.
“Twenty-six cases, cured in four hours, including seventeen cancers of one type or another, two Leukemia...” blah, blah, blah. You suck, Dr. Evil. “And one near fatal burn victim who was about to lose her life or at least both arms to severe forth degree burns.
“Nate came here to help, knowing that the PRA would arrest him for saving the lives of those children. We have four officers asleep on cots in a room. No harm was done to them by anyone, they magically fell asleep.” He smiled. What I used to think was a good smile became an EVIL one.
“If the Agency will arrest a man for healing another, just because he has Super powers and is using them to save others, what does that say about us, or the rest of the Supers in custody?”
“Isn’t this the land of innocent until proven guilty? It’s been two years and the Supreme Court has not made a decision on the legality of the PRA’s actions. Here we have proof of a Healer, ladies and gentlemen. And yet they still want to imprison Nathan for saving lives.”
“Where did we go wrong?”
And the crowd went wild as Dr. Evil incited them to new heights.
He banged his stethoscope down a few times getting silence eventually.
“Nathan, would you like to say a few words?” Dr. Evil asked pleasantly.
NO!
“Fine.” You asked for it. “Hi, I’m Nathan Stevens. My dad was one of the first to be Awakened. He turned himself into an Iron Statue. The Agency took him away and refused all attempts to proclaim him dead. No death certificate, no insurance. I’ve lived off Cheerios, Ramen, and chicken breasts bought in bulk, for the last three years.
“If it wasn’t for Mr. Tang, my court appointed guardian, I would have been out on the streets after a month. No help, and yet more snubbing from the Feds.
“Now I am a Class V Elementalist. Or something, no one has a Class for me. I call it Biomancy at a friend’s suggestion. I’m like a Life energy battery. Suck it in and spit it out. The Agency came with dad’s spectrometry in hand trying to make nice, but bugged every room in my house three times. Including the toilet which I found when I was painting. I’m sixteen. What did they expect me to do? Don’t know, but it was watched three times over.”
“They got mad when I left the house. They even cancelled my GED test. They want to trap me so I have to go to their shitty camp. Guess what, I am not going. I Healed a ton of kids today. “I could Heal three kids or one adult. I chose to Heal the kids. You do the math. Is there an adult here who thinks they are worth three children’s lives? Go on raise your hand. The rest of you are liars.”
I heard murmurs and intakes.
“I will not be Healing anyone again.”
The murmurs turned to gasps and loud protests.
“Maybe I will later, when I don’t have a billion spying bugs in my house and the Feds aren’t making up reasons to put me in jail so they can limit me to Healing them or their supporters. You know what will happen... ‘Nate, if you want toilet paper, Heal Mrs. Bigot, who contributed a million to our cause’. Don’t tell me that won’t happen. It happens now with all those people in ‘Camps’ ‘for their own safety’.
“It’s all Bullshit.
“And Every One of you assholes is to blame. In November 69% of you approved of more “Cautionary Measures’. So none of you fuckers will be healed. Think on that.
“One more thing. See that freaking ugly bouquet over there?”
“No Nate,” I heard from my tall, pretty blonde protector.
“Watch.” Snap. It blackened and turned to ash almost instantly. Everyone was startled, no one caught on to the truth besides the good doc next to me, who stiffened in shock. While the ‘class’ mumbled in excitement.
“Class V boys and girls. The energy to heal comes from somewhere. Anything living. Plants, bugs, birds, bees, reporters, worms, shitty Federal agents lower than worms. You name it. I prefer trees myself. They have the most to give and it doesn’t kill them. But if the Agency agents want to keep pressing me. I can use them just as easily as trees.”
“I am a Class V, or so they say. No one but me knows. I live next to a forest, good luck killing me.
“For the record, besides putting those four assholes to sleep, I have not hurt anyone. I cured thirty some children from illnesses that would lead to their deaths and all I get is hate. NO questions. Now get out of my way.” I stomped down the stairs followed by Ronnie while being filmed and photographed.
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The next time we met Bret and Fred my husband told them to meet us for a back road blow job. I was already naked when we pulled off the interstate and drove down a country road until we were 10 minutes from the road we turned at. We pulled over off the road a bit and parked so the Van was at a angle. After a few minutes I seen a truck coming down the road my heart was beating fast but the truck drove right by. Then I saw a truck and it pulled over in front of the Van. Bret and Fred got out and...
with apologies to Franz Kafka Vella awoke that morning feeling unusual. She tried to stretch but couldn’t as if her arms were just not there. She tried to get out of bed, but her legs were gone. She blinked and tried to look around the room but everything was larger, farther away. Suddenly she felt herself rising, lifting up and flying through the air. She saw what had to be a 200 foot tall mirror and then she realized her predictament. She was no longer herself, she was Salvor’s thumb! ...
If your sister’s fucking her friend’s brother, why can’t you fuck your sister’s friend? All’s fair in fucking and war at Naughty America, and Ella Knox is dropping big tits bombs wherever she feels the need. Her brother has apparently been fucking her good friend for some time now, and she had absolutely no idea. Her friend’s brother Chad is the one who tips her off, which makes Ella want to get even and put his tip in her mouth! If her friend wants to fuck her brother, Ella can shove her big...
xmoviesforyouIn the morning, we rose, ate and went into the Base. I quickly realized both from the map and from looking around that this was a huge place. We had to find some kind of administrative building with a map of the base or wander around wasting a lot of time. I explained to the girls what we were searching for and why. In the meantime, just about any building would help. As luck would have it, we found the PX, a huge building, in fair shape. I was surprised that the doors still existed. I...
Hi to everyone. This is a real incident which I’m going to narrate. I am Raja a 34 yr old male married with one kid I am staying in Bangalore for 14 yrs. This incident happened in Aug 2013 when we shifted our house previously I was staying at 1Bhk flat as my kid is growing so we needed a bigger house. In my new flat there were many tenants, particularly there was a single lady with a kid. She was good looking and on her thirties with 34 size boobs and nice ass which liked most in her. As the...
I wanted to go upstairs and change but it was nearly time for Craig to get home and I wanted to get this over with. I put Piper's bikini back on and went to the side gate. I opened it and looked out. I didn't see anyone so I made a run for Randall's front door. They kept me waiting for a very long time before TT and Randall's son Ray opened the door. The look in twelve year old Ray's eyes made it obvious that he was watching what just happened in my backyard along with the others. I...
My name is Nisha (not my real name), a telugu girl born and brought up in bangalore, fair colour, 5 feet 3 inches and stats of 32b-24-34.I had sex for the first time when I was 18. Till now, I had lot of sex experiences which includes ffm, mmf, group, threesome lesbian, group, submission and much more. I used to share this only with my friends and while sex chat on fb. One of my boyfriends gave this idea of penning down my experiences as stories in ISS. I though its a good idea and then here it...
Chapter 4 Missy was thrilled. She crawled up into her father's arms, rubbing her hot virgin body against his hard powerful frame. "Am I as good as Mommy before she left us?" she asked. "Better, baby," Douglas rasped, cradling his c***d in his arms. "Oooh, Daddy." She tingled all over, found his mouth and gave him a wet hungry kiss. Douglas groaned and sucked on her tongue, his wet limp prick mashed against her soft belly. Missy pulled her mouth away from her father's lips. "Suckin' your cock...
There was no strange lightening bolt, no mysterious dream, no dull lamps, just a sudden, inexplicable feeling of power while riding home after school on the bus. As an eighteen year old with no control over your life this undeniable surge of power is all consuming. You feel you can enact every fantasy you've ever had, no matter how crazy, debase, or pointless it may be. You're somewhat logical though, so you decide you need to test things out first. You start with yourself, toning out your...
I wish to thank each and every one for your lovely response and well wishes. I am so glad that I almost fainted when I got a mail from a female as far as deep north for I stay in Chennai. My love to you all and hope everyone enjoys the life with a nice company. This is about my trip to my Grandmas place and how I enjoyed there. This just happened accidentally. Please give you comments to breeze blew over my face as I landed on my grandma’s place. It is a small town in South Tamil Nadu. As I...
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, all credits to their creator 渡鸦10492. This is just a translation. Raiders of Painted Skin Girlfriend # 1 "March 7th, cloudy, 18 degrees... Forget it, it's meaningless to remember, I'm not writing a diary." Sitting in front of the computer desk, Lu Sheng stared at the screen with a complex expression, tapping his fingers on the keyboard , but always press and hold the backspace key after typing a few lines. A special document in an encrypted format was opened...
The 3 of them approached me in the nightclub asking if I would buy them drinks beacuse they were only 18 and 21 is the legal drinking age. They already appeared tipsy, giggling & flirting, they probably raided mum & dads liquor cabinet before leaving home. I told the girls I would shout them drinks all night long on on condition that at the end of the night one of them would have to repay the debt as I saw fit. The silly girls giggled & agreed, not Knowing what was instore for one...
Hey, this is my first story that I am writing but not definite new to the glorious crossdressing field, Kindly forgive me if there are any mistakes, suggestions are welcomed people who are moving to Bangalore or in Bangalore if they want to my friends or a hook up we a cross dresser can contact me at m First, I don’t have a perfect girl figure but I wanted to be dressed as a girl, do a girl activity from a long time but it didn’t come true. I always used to wear my mom’s clothes like bra &...
Gay MaleThat same night, Bill Baldwin walked excitedly toward the master bedroom, his young cock throbbing hard. Jody had assured him that he and their mother would have the bedroom all to themselves since their father would be in Jody's room with her. Bill knocked softly on the bedroom door. When he heard his mother's soft voice telling him to enter, he turned the knob and opened the door. He looked eagerly toward the bed where his mother was lying, and he gasped with excitement, feeling his...
She was of Mexican decent with beautiful brown tan skin, early 40's, 5 ft 5 inches tall, with breast that stood like two ripe melons and a full head of red hair (like Peggy Bundy) with blue eyes. As I would find out later a 44-30-42 44G breast. Her husband died leaving her this place. When the family on the first floor moved. She moved in. So it began, her name is Tina.During the warm spring sun. I would find her tending to a fruit garden she had made in the backyard. Most of the time she wore...
WARNING TO READERS – This is a long, rambling, multi-part story and VERY British. The individual chapters will make more sense if read in sequence. Sorry about the delays between releasing the last few chapters. The text for this story was written over a number of years and includes many small mini chapters and journal style handwritten entries which need to be sorted into chronological order, modernised and edited, before being released. Chapters 30-32 have taken even longer than usual as...
A life, is complied of deeds, choices in which anything can happen, choices along the way keep us the way we are or who we are.....So, what gender are you?
This story is not exactly a sequel to my previous sex story “Straight to Gay for pay”() but part of the same series. As most of you know, I had taken up gay escorting to support my photography career . This story happens few months after I had lost my virginity to another man. I had been working for 3 months with Amy aunty and she had trained me in a way that my clients would keep coming back. I still hated getting fucked but money was good. In those three months of escorting, I had developed a...
Gay MaleWhen was about eight my dads brother married married someone about 10 years younger than him. His k**s were my age. I stayed with them a lot. She was 11 years older than me. She became very close to his k**s and my self. She took us many places to have fun. After about six years they divorced. My cousins and I were very sad. She was a petite 5ft tall very beautiful women. Fast forward twelve years. I stayed close with my cousins. I was 28 now. One day my cousin called and said M had moved back...
Elspeth sat, nerously, picking at the fabric of her skirt as the group of patients around them slowly whittled down and down. "Did you want drink?" she turned to Brianna, seeing the slight grin there. "What?" "You've only asked me that about once every five minutes... relax, it'll be fine." "You can look smug now, you were the one that wasn't talking to me over this, remember." She pointed out, returning to gnawing gently at her cheek. "I know... I'm sorry." "You said."...
When Batgirl woke she was assailed by a splitting headache. She could barely see and repeated blinking only made her vision slightly better. Her shoulders ached and when she tried to move her wrists received a jolt of pain. Looking up Batgirl had to blink some more until she could see that her wrists were cuffed – with her own Bat-Cuffs! She was hanging from the ceiling, hanging from the hook that she’d first noticed when outside. Instinctively her booted feet stretched out to find ......
I opened the door as Kristy came up the driveway. She lived just a block or two away, so as usual, she just walked. Kristy was my babysitter, well, my baby sister’s baby sitter. Me, I’m 15 now, so I don’t need no babysitter! I had known Kristy for three years now, ever since mom first started hiring her back when I was just 12, and she was 15. My sister, well, half-sister, was only 6 months old then and now 3 (and a HALF she reminded us constantly). Kristy babysat for us loads of times over...
I moved to the Middle East when I was a teen. First Alex, then when I entered college, Cairo. But I was a novice at getting to know Arab women, so when I had my first Arab girlfriend, I was very careful to not take things too far in a society where a girl could be killed for not being a virgin when she gets married. Besides that, I didn't know how she'd react if she knew my little kinks like my fetish for women's feet. So usually our sessions were limited to heavy petting while making out.Enas...
If you haven't read PART TWO OR PART ONE, DO SO NOW! It's recommended. C: -- I knew a long time ago that I should've stopped my moping around, but I couldn't. Keri made a habit of telling me that, and so did Silas, although he tried to put it a little more gently. I even wrote my friend Farley over the past few weeks, whose responses were always late. But he provided me with help, so I was grateful for anything I got from him. He told me, like everyone else, that it was time...
Lake Superior has never looked better. Years ago I had heard about a little chunk of land the was seven miles out of the nearest town, and right on the water. I was unable to get it at that time, but I always kept it in the back of my mind. Now I am alone again and looking to make a new life, so I looked into if that land was still available. It was, so I bought it and opened a log lodge style get-away. I cater to families, but every now and then a single person would come and stay for a while...
I sat outside in the car for a few minutes. Questions kept running through my mind without answers. Is this what I really want? Is this safe? What if I make a fool of myself? Am I going to die? What would my parents think? No answers; just questions. With a deep breath I got out of the car and walked to the house. Nice house with good yard I observed in the back of my mind without notice. The doorbell rang as all doorbells do. The dogs barked as all dogs do. I stood there...
I didn’t pay all that much attention to Holly Blake when we were growing up. She was a tomboyish skinny kid that crossed paths with me from time to time but we had nothing in common other than the neighborhood where we lived just outside of Columbia, South Carolina. Everyone knew that her father had died when she was very young and that her mother had never remarried, choosing instead to sell real estate and devote the rest of her time to raising her daughter. From my perspective, that wasn’t...
Alpha 1, the team leader who had no other name, had been awake for several hours. At 0500 hours, the email arrived. It was longer than usual and encoded. He pasted the private key into the software he had and began to read. To: Alpha 1 From: 5225 Actual Our source has revealed four locations, one of which will be the launch point for the terrorist attack. Alpha 1 is assigned to a bridge at GPS 28.380187, -81.582906 southwest of the Disney complex in Orlando. You will approach on foot and...
I'm not going to bore you with endless tales of the requests we fielded after emerging from Worthington's office -- stand up straight, stick your chest out, spread your legs, arms behind your head, behind your back, above your head, bend over and show me your ass, spread the cheeks -- other than to say that what some people regard as reasonable I don't. Put a pencil up my butt? Eraser end first, please. A pickle? Sure, why not. Better that than a banana, they break too easily. I'm told...
Coming back home to my parents’ place is a very special occasion for me. I get to see my beautifuk mother every time I am there. She has taken care of me so well over the years, and I cannot believe that she already turned 50. She certainly does not look like she is 50. My mom, Sarah is loved by everyone, including my dad Robert, and all of my parents’ friends. I would say in particular my dad’s male friends or the husbands of my parents’ friends. You see, my mother is often considered as the...
IncestNother true story from our time on the sceneJolly Roger My wife, Hazel and I have always had a great sex life. She enjoys the attention of two men at the same time and I enjoy seeing her having fun. Some of the meetings have been very successful,while some had been total disasters. One particularly bad week we'd been let down by one contact, who despite seeming to be a really genuine contact turned out to be a total time waster and another meet with a couple ruined by a phone call causing...
No one was surprised, of course, when Cynthia announced she was pregnant. She and Louis had only been married two months, and the baby "they" created was born only five months later. By then, of course, the peace and solitude that had been the rule for so many years in the halls of the manor had been completely destroyed by the bawling of babes. Soon that bawling would change to the pitter patter of little bare feet, leaving prints on the shiny floors, followed eventually by the nattering...
There’s absolutely nothing I like better than a big, strong man between my thighs. I just love the feeling of a vigorous guy on top of me, pumping hot cum inside my dripping pussy while my toes are pointed straight at the ceiling and my nails are digging into his tight ass. I’ve always been attracted to bigger men, real athletes, especially football players. There’s just something about all that energy, the power and the vigor, the violence even, that makes my pussy soaking wet and me a hot...
Group SexI have been married for eight years now to Sherrie, who is a short voluptuous well proportioned brunette. She is exudes sex and I always notice guys looking at her. I am 32 years old and she is 30. I myself am on the short and slim side but I am well proportioned and look good. We have two young girls and what would seem the perfect life. Sherrie has a public relations business and she works out of the house. She does well for herself. I am an engineer and I put in long hours but enjoy my work....
It all started with a glance; then turned into a dream. A reoccurring dream as matter of fact. I met him in homeroom, he happened to be my teacher, Mr. Christopher Collin. He wasn't the most handsome man you've ever seen really. He was short, a bit on the heavy side, and had a big nose. But he had great hair, long black hair with hints if gray that hung just above the shoulders, eyes as deep as the ocean and as dark as the night sky, with the voice of a god. It started with Shakespeare that I...
Erotic FictionXLVII The shock of losing Maisie hit Emma harder than she could have ever imagined. She lost the will to get up in the morning, to care for herself, and even to go to work. Every venture into the world beyond her house was a struggle. She hated the looks she got from other people, and imagined that everyone was aware of her loss, whereas, of course, most people were simply trying to establish what it was she wore underneath her loose clothes. These visits were almost always brief ones to fill...
I don't know how often you've had a sexual fantasy about a woman, or a COUPLE of women, masturbated to completion while engaged in those fantasies ... and THEN sat down to eat with them. It had never happened to me, and I almost couldn't figure out how the heck to act. It showed too, because Lynne stared at me, frowning. She couldn't look at my lap, because I was sitting down by then, but I got the distinct impression she would have, if she could have. Jill seemed completely unconcerned...
Bob’s turn: Succumbing to the inevitable. A few weeks of taking care of Carolina Angele Williams and I’m solidly in love. Would be the makings of tragedy if not for one fact. She loves me. My soulmate. Way young, sure enough, but horrible punster, bright, funny, happy, curious. Devoted. She used to go out to meet friends on Wednesdays and Saturdays. She quit that. “Why aren’t you going out?” I asked her. “Because what I want to see is here, Bob.” We’re getting married. That’s the...
I woke up myself about 6:30. And the bed was full. Maeve was on my right; Chyoko had her head on my left shoulder. Astrid and Dorothy were behind her, and both Heathers were snuggled up behind Maeve. That was all I could see without raising my head too far. I managed to wriggle out from under the ladies and down to the foot of the bed without waking them. As I had expected, all of her friends were snoozing on the ample mattress. I noticed that Molly was almost off the edge. I gently rolled...
In the past ten years, Booru-style porn sites have become major players in the fapping world, with tens of millions of horny bastards fapping to their huge collection of images.But all great things started somewhere, and for these websites, Danbooru is the originator. Danbooru (Touhou project) is a hentai and anime image board site that allows users to upload porn for the world to enjoy. The site features a deep tag system that lets you search by things such as character, artist, fetish, and a...
Hentai Porn SitesIt all started on a dark and stormy night. No, seriously it did. I attended college along the coast of Florida and experienced more than my share of thunder filled nights and soaking afternoon rains. However, this storm was much more than that. For several days, my roommate and I stayed glued to weather channel as the hurricane swirled its way towards us. My parents wanted me to come home. I wanted to experience my first hurricane party. When it became clear the storm’s landfall wouldn’t be...
One of the more frequent questions we receive is how my wife ended up with my co-workers’ black cap toe ballet flats. So I thought I would explain the situation.I wasn’t at the job very long when the company made a decision to hire a couple of college graduates. It was their attempt, I guess, to see if they could save a couple bucks by hiring non-experienced individuals and then putting them through an intensive training program, instead of paying a higher salary for more seasoned individual....
I was a college guy and was having so many girlfriends and some of them were having illegal affairs with me. One day one of my girlfriend’s houses, Kusuma (mother of girlfriend) dressed up and came into the hall. Suma (girlfriend) was watching the TV wearing dress resembling swim suit. Kusuma came near and said, Suma, I am going out in urgency please look out the house. Be careful and be alone that means no boys. Okay mom, no boys will come for me, said Suma. Next time please wore a complete...
Daddy texted me saying to pack an overnight bag, and be ready for a nice night out. He picked me up at around 4pm. He threw the sunroof open, tossed pandora on, and handed me a fat blunt. We took off on down the road, I clueless as to the night he had planned. We rode for a good hour or so until Daddy rolled up on a hotel. He checks in, and we go off to the third floor. I walk into the room to see two full sized beds, and looked confused. Without missing a beat he says “I plan to make you...
After my shower, I towel dried my hair, brushed my teeth and dressed in a pair of simple white cotton panties and a camisole. I had fully intended to wait up for Mark, but after lying down on the couch I quickly fell asleep. I woke up to the sound of the metal door slamming closed as Mark came in. He did what he always does and walked into the kitchen to get himself a glass of water. I walked up behind him and slid my arms around his waist and rested my head on his back. “Well hello there....
BDSMTrue Friendship Pt 2.I’m going to start this story off with the assumption that you read part 1.As I lay on the beach feeling the warmth of the sun as it soaked in my body, I realized that I was noticing people around me differently. I was seeing everything from a little different perspective. I saw things from a sexual side and related everything back to the basic function of sex. Not love, just sex. This was the first time I allowed and wanted Bryce to put suntan lotion on me as people walked...
Copyright 2002 "Well, you never can tell with Beth." That was Linda talking, who I've known for a long time. She'd suggested I come with her to a little group she'd joined, some women who met regularly, pretty much just to learn new things. We were on our way there and Linda admitted that she didn't know the meeting's topic, which was this Beth's turn to choose. "What if it's about some book I haven't read?" Linda'd told me sometimes they simply discuss a book. "Well I'm in...
What the hell is so damn important that I have to drop everything and fly to fuckin' Vegas, of all places? I don't even have any factories targeted in this area. That chunky bitch didn't even give me time to pack more than this damn carry-on bag. Miss high-and-mighty workin' directly for the boss square-faced bitch. If I wasn't so scared for my job right now I'd tell her flat ass where to go. She said that there would be someone here to meet me. Oh no, its that strumpet, Glenda or...
Thousands of times a week my eyes fall on the picture I have of you on my wall. You are such a precious person to me. Your beauty is far more than skin deep. Each time I activate my cell phone, your smiling face greets me and I feel better, no matter what problems I may be facing. I close my eyes and can visualize you naked. Your body excites me like no other. You have fulfilled my wishes for happiness and I long for you to again quench the fire of my lust that rages within my soul. Fire...
The Upstairs Neighbor I rent a house and live in the bottom half. The top half is a separate apartment. The house is a corner house and the garage is on the side of the house away from the corner. So the upstairs neighbor has to walk from the driveway around the front of the house and then half way down the side to a separate staircase upstairs. The bottom half of the house has a complete windowed alcove off the back door from the kitchen and some steps with screen doors to the front and the...
Straight SexWhen I had my first c***d I vowed that I would not be the kind of of cold and distant father that my father was to me. I wanted my c***d to be comfortable to come to me and be able to speak freely without any fear or shame. My marriage lasted long enough to produce one son--Jake. It killed that I only saw him periodically even though I tried to live close to him. But the summer of his fifteenth year was my time to have him and proved to be a true turning point in our relationship. One evening...
Mama JoJo had her lightest drum beating and her voice carried across the light air into the bedroom where Cornelia's red hair spread across her pillow case. Perspiration from her night's activities sparkled in the delicate moonlight coming in the French-doors of their bedroom. Still asleep she got up from her bed and walled to the French-doors. She opened them quietly and stepped out onto the veranda. Her steps gradually took her up the path toward the top of the volcano. Mama JoJo could...