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Becoming Eliza By DreamWeaver The flash of lightning caught me by surprise, and the almost immediate report of thunder made me jump. The forecast had mentioned possible thunderstorms, but there had been no rumbles of thunder in the distance for warning. I started to pick up my pace, hoping I could manage the half mile or so back to my apartment building before the downpour, but the wind quickly picked up, more flashes of lightning followed, and huge gobs of rain began to spatter on...
History Humour. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “Mr D’arcy how delightful!” Mrs Bennet simpered as her new neighbour arrived on horseback quite unannounced one spring morning. “Indeed Madam the pleasure is all mine!” Mr D’arcy replied airily, “Tis a pleasant enough little place you have here, quite like my lodging at Manderly but somewhat smaller I fear.” “Oh Mr D’arcy you are too kind,”...
History Humour. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “Mr D’arcy how delightful!” Mrs Bennet simpered as her new neighbour arrived on horseback quite unannounced one spring morning. “Indeed Madam the pleasure is all mine!” Mr D’arcy replied airily, “Tis a pleasant enough little place you have here, quite like my lodging at Manderly but somewhat smaller I fear.” “Oh Mr D’arcy you are too kind,” Mrs...
History Humour. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “Mr D’arcy how delightful!” Mrs Bennet simpered as her new neighbour arrived on horseback quite unannounced one spring morning. “Indeed Madam the pleasure is all mine!” Mr D’arcy replied airily, “Tis a pleasant enough little place you have here, quite like my lodging at Manderly but somewhat smaller I fear.” “Oh Mr D’arcy you are too kind,” Mrs...
“Mr D’arcy how delightful!” Mrs Bennet simpered as her new neighbour arrived on horseback quite unannounced one spring morning. “Indeed Madam the pleasure is all mine!” Mr D’arcy replied airily, “Tis a pleasant enough little place you have here, quite like my lodging at Manderly but somewhat smaller I fear.” “Oh Mr D’arcy you are too kind,” Mrs Bennet smiled through gritted teeth, “Come you must meet my girls,” she added, seeing an opportunity to marry one off, and called upon them to come...
Melissa Won't Let Go. By Tanya H. -4- ELIZA. My dreams came horribly full of men and cocks. I spread my legs, my mouth, my tits eagerly for them, hitched my skirts, pulled aside my panties; I made it easy for them to take me and fill me even as I hated what I did, what I lusted for. A passenger in my own humiliation. Awareness came back slowly - grey light of dawn or dusk, a weight of bedclothes on my body, a warning of peeing. Fear rode me too; that I'd open my eyes to some...
Most people would describe me as a nerd. I am not sure if it is because of my looks, tall, thin with no muscles to speak of or my profession. I am a botanist, for you that don’t know what a botanist is, we study plants. I have always been more, shall we say, capable than most people when it comes to studying and had several scholarships lined up when I finished school.I loved school and if it weren’t for the jocks that intruded in my life every now and then would have had a perfect time. I...
Little RideFic Title:Little RideAuthor:Andrew Troy KellerEmail:[email protected]:David Boreanaz/Jaime Bergman/Eliza Dushku/Gwen StefaniRating:NC-17Summary:Eliza Dushku goes with two of her good friends,David Boreanaz and Jaime Bergman on a city bus to her birthday surprise,only to have her recieve an even bigger surprise on that very bus.Warnings:Male/female sex,female/female sex,strong language——Have any of you ever wonder what would happen if you were to just once listen to your wild...
“I think we should start off with her on her back, don’t you? I know her usual style might be bent over the front of a car or upright in the nearest bus shelter, but we can do better than that.”“Neither of those two are my style either,” I replied, “but a standing fuck can be fun.”“We may try other positions at a later date but let us start off with something simple. Do you want her to give oral to begin with?”“That would be nice. I can check if she’s improved from last night.” As I spoke, I...
Hi. This shyla and here i am with my second encounter.i hope you all enjoyed ”shyla’s encounter-1” on iss, where my best friend’s husband fucked me. Now the second one- i always had an fantasy for old men, who are married and has kids. 54 years old mr. Ashrav was my dad’s business partner. He was divorced and got 3 kids, who live with their mom. Mr. Ashrav has always been a playboy and it was well known in the community. I met him several times in some parties and he came to our home several...
I followed her along the corridor and down the stairs. My mind was still buzzing with the thrill of what had just happened. My hand still tingled from the feel of the flogger sweeping through the air and hitting tender flesh and my ears were still occupied with the muffled cries and sobs. I felt alive and that I should not, and I knew it was wrong, but I was filled with new and exciting sensations. As I walked down the stairs, I was mesmerised by Eliza’s shapely figure in front of me. That...
We joined her in the lounge, and I let go of the leash as Sylvia went directly over and knelt next to Eliza’s chair. As I sat down, I wondered just how rebellious she had been to deserve being sent here. Or what she had done before I arrived to deserve her earlier beating. Unbidden, images of Eliza skilfully wielding her crop came into my head. She had looked magnificent, I could not deny it. My own feeling of power mixed into those images and I couldn’t help a smile spread across my face....
We see that familiar opening sequence – various scenes of UK life, taken from the introductions to previous episodes – a field, a beach, a pub, a motorway ... but now we are seeing medieval castles, green pastures, ancient forests, and nordic invaders. The BBC documentary title appears “The United Kingdom of Zoo” and then the logo “Celebrity Edition; The Last Kingdom” is slapped on the bottom in a dog jizz shaped font. “While this looks much like the Scottish Highlands, we are actually in...
I slept fitfully that night, battling unsettling dreams. When I woke it was only just past dawn, but I knew there would be no more sleep. With a sigh I got up and padded nakedly down to the kitchen and made a pot of coffee. I took it back to bed and climbed in. there was promise of another hot day in prospect but at this early hour there was a chill in the air. While sipping coffee I mulled over what had happened yesterday.I admit I was troubled and conflicted. I have never been violent before,...
One of the most exciting parts of my job as agent to the stars has to be visiting the sets of films/television shows. Sure, it sounds a little hokey and amateur, but it's true. Say what you want about the people in Hollywood and L.A., but when they get behind those cameras (or in front of them) something magical just happens. Today I was on my way out to the set of "Angel", the Warner Brothers network's hot spin-off from "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" to see to one of the firm's newest...
Eliza Last night, I dreamed of a black horse. Upon waking, I lookedin the dictionary of dreams I keep in my bedside table, to see if thereis any significance to this particular night time vision. It seems adream of a black horse is a dream of passion. Considering all that hashappened in the past weeks, I am not surprised. I should never have been a Good Samaritan. It's against my nature. But thewoman's screams were so - so piercing, they touched my very soul. What month was it? November?...
A sign on the side of a building reads, “Welcome to PussyKats, Nottingham’s Finest Gentlemen’s Club” ... And then we’re inside. It’s a cheesy, dark, noisy – BUSY - dive. Plenty of ‘gentlemen’ enjoying a drink whilst mostly naked woman dance (or writhe) on the stage and in a couple of cases, on the businessmen themselves. We watch one woman in particular, spinning around a pole, upside down, legs spread wide with a g-string barely covering her crotch. Under the harsh flashing lights we can...
The special Court of Inquiry convened on February 1 at the Federal Court House in Los Angeles. Vice Admiral Adams was annoyed to find that the press was present in force. This was beyond his experience because first, military courts usually convene on military posts to which civilians do not normally have access, and second, because there is usually no civilian press interest at all. After Adams called the Court to order, the letters of appointment were read and the Law Officer announced that...
Finally Jack addressed the court and said, "Gentlemen, I have here a list of seventy-three additional witnesses who are prepared to testify similarly. Admiral, you did not believe Susan Jennings could have been crucified. There are thirty-five more witnesses who will say that she was and testify that they saw her dying on that cross all day long. Of course, the testimony is highly repetitive." With a deprecating little smile he asked, "It may be presumptuous of me, but may I ask the Court...
.An introduction.I was in my mid-thirties before I bought my first house. I had recently got divorced after she ran off with a chicken farmer, of all people. It took me a while to recover from the trauma of it all, but I slowly got my life back on track. Once I had cheered myself up, I determined to enjoy my new freedom. I was still relatively young, and the world was out there waiting for me. I decided the first thing I needed was a base, so I bought a house.It wasn’t a new house...
The press began to arrive at the estate shortly before the appointed hour. Ginny was pleased to see that two of the network-affiliated Los Angeles television stations had sent out film crews. Moreover, in addition to the usual motion-picture industry reporters, there were a few from the regular news desks. Chairs had been set up on the pool terrace for the conference. A rostrum with a microphone was set up in front. Taking her position there, Ginny opened the session. "Good afternoon,...
just knew that she had to spend some time alone with her. Greta had developed a real passion for abusing and punishing little girls in her position as governess and Amy Jennings was now about to find out just how much. She had mentioned this to Alice a while ago, but it wasn't until now that Alice decided the time was right. Still angry that Amy had interrupted her much-needed orgasm, she arranged for Miss Foulds to spend the afternoon with the girl in one of the private...
It was mid December now, and Susan's bandages had long since disappeared. She was moving freely now that the pain from the embedded bullets was gone. Moreover, she and Ginny had continuing competitions in everything from weight lifting to tennis, to swimming, to golf. The love and mutual respect between the two beautiful young women was a delight both to them and to everyone with whom they had contact. All of Ginny's friends knew the story well and they all rejoiced in the way Susan had...
Walker: “A rabbi, a priest, and a Lutheran minister walk into a bar.” Pilar: “Is this some kind of joke?” Walker and Pilar, holding hands, bowing, “Thank you, thank you. This ends our Kansas City engagement.” xxxxxxxxxx Douglas ‘Duke’ Arlington. A new trial, his second, for the murder of Gustav Hindenburg in Ft. Payne, Alabama. Different courtroom, different judge, different jurors, different defense attorneys. New evidence. Ned Daniels and Hilary Dunne would reprise their prosecutor...
Rick Jackson was passing his secretary's desk when he heard her say, "I'm sorry, Miss Jennings. Mr. Jackson is not taking your calls..." He stopped short and screamed, "Don't let that person hang up! Is that Susan Jennings?" "Yes it is," Annette Richardson replied in a bored tone of voice. "The silly thing has been calling for weeks. All she says is that she knew you in Vietnam, but she would not tell me what she wanted to speak to you about. I told her you had no interest in...
The next morning Rick initiated a pattern that he continued for the following week. He just continued to heat more chicken soup and feed it to her. Between times she slept, often with him in the bed beside her. Although it might have been his imagination, Rick felt that Susan slept much more soundly when he was lying next to her. He came to love the feeling as Susan would almost awaken, rub her body against his, and then relax again back into a deep sleep when she found he was still beside...
St. Luke’s Hospital. I gathered myself. Too many people, helpless to do anything but wait. I went to Autumn, “Take Walker and Pilar home, I’ll call you the second there’s any news.” My sister, for once in her life, didn’t argue. I told Bear, “Thanks for coming, but it’ll be hours.” Mayor Tom Lynch said, “I’m so sorry, Winter. Senseless. Tell me what I can do.” I smiled wanly, “Go. You have a city to run. Daddy will make it or not.” Bulldog, put a hand on my shoulder, just as he had when...
The police responded in under three minutes; two ambulances right behind them. One of them said, “Gun!” and I felt, but couldn’t see, one cop grab my shoulder bag where he removed the .38. The other one cuffed me, hands behind my back. Morales and I were rushed to University hospital. I ended up on the second floor of the Critical Care Tower. Morales was in the same building, but in the burn unit. When Suzette aimed at me, I had ducked my head and squeezed my eyes shut. That helped, but my...
Eliza Eliza by Carmenica Diaz
In order to come up with the down to buy BaBoomz, (hey, up with the down!) Vanessa and I have to divest ourselves of our shares in four American solar panel distributors. In sub-Saharan Africa. But it had become time to sell anyway. Gertie explained the evolving situation to us over drinks at BEAR’s on Broadway, “The fucking Chinese are everywhere. They finally started manufacturing their panels in Africa. So it was just a natural extension for them to move into distribution.” Louie-Louie...
Robert ‘Bobsy’ Atwater, as part of his three-patent sale to Hayes-Harris, the venture capital company, became an employee there. He wasn’t a partner, but he was one of seven on the Executive Evaluation team. He sat in on presentations from individuals and companies looking for investment capital. Hayes-Harris took small fliers and big risks, tiny positions and majority ownership. They provided money when they were interested. And money, expertise, guidance, even personnel, when they were...
On a hunch, Clint asked his Vanguard counterpart in Boise to go through the old surveillance videos before the raid on the Gunther compound in northern Idaho. A raid clandestinely approved and funded by Senator Harper Wainwright. And orchestrated by his chief of staff, Constance Grayson. And field-directed by Matt Striker. Boise called back the next day. Winner-winner, chicken dinner! Martin Folsom again. That tied him to two American Nazi compounds. And also made me start reconsidering...
Damien Hirsch had a good little racket going for himself. Not that little either. Contractually, he was to be paid 15% for every tour, expert, auction, he booked. Thanks to my superior investigative skills, well, the Sullivans’ tip-toeing through the digital backwaters, we learned he was enjoying close to a 40% baksheesh. His guides, lecturers, auctioneers, received one set of invoices and receipts, The Globe another. The right hand didn’t know what the left foot was doing. Hirsch, fairly...
“You’re so vain You probably think this song is about you You’re so vain, I’ll bet you think this song is about you Don’t you? Don’t you?” One sunny Saturday morning, out of the blue, Vanessa reached across the kitchen table, took my hands, and recited her rendition of Mr. W. H. “You’re my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and my Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; I know that love will last, we’re forever strong.” Walker beamed with pleasure. Pilar...
Once Fowler started babbling, it became almost anticlimactic. Bear started the video recorder and even Fowler’s voice seemed to have lost its resonance. He confessed without emotion. He answered every question — no longer defiant, no longer any vitality in his voice, his posture. Mr. November was resigned, had given up. The last call he’d made, to Ryder and Mologna — “It’s her. Do it.” — turned out to be an order for them to go back to Richmond. To tear the Barbara Reynolds apartment to...
I was driving my red F-150. Gertie in the middle, Harold, shotgun. We were braving suburban Raytown without Columbo, naked without Harold’s bodyguard. Gertie wasn’t complaining about the less-than-comfortable middle seat. She was strapped in and going over today’s lesson with Harold. Again. “This isn’t a whore building, Harold. You’re playing it straight today.” “I know, Gertrude. Market diversification.” Harold, seat belt diagonally across his dark blue blazer, white shirt, Trumpian red...
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Premium Lesbian Porn SitesThat evening Mike and Ginny drove Susan to the hospital where the CAT scan was scheduled. When they arrived, Mike was joined by a friend, John Roberts, a top general surgeon. The two doctors met the radiologist-CAT operator in the control booth and Mike told him where to start looking. Almost instantly the CAT revealed three imbedded bullets in Susan's right side and shoulder. Roberts did not believe his eyes. "Mike, I was wondering what you had been smoking when you called me," he said....
I was spending hours with the diminutive, scarlet-haired Sullivan twins, bleary-eyed from the grainy security tapes. Duplicating what more competent investigators with the KCPD were doing. At home, at dinner, I tried to wear a game face for Walker. He had lost Mindy to California, to Stanford, to a more age-appropriate life. I had lost my friend, Mary Packer, but I was determined not to let the gloom prevail. After working all day on her dream restaurant, Euforia, Vanessa was overseeing the...
Vanessa took one sip of the claret that bore The Globe’s label. She sniffed first, then swished and swallowed. “It’s not plonk, Winter. Decent. About like you’d expect in a mail order wine club.” “Price?” “Around $15 or $20. Certainly under $30.” “Is it a Bordeaux?” “No, it’s definitely California. Over-oaked. Maybe Central Valley. That’s just a guess, I can’t really narrow the location that much.” All house wines were to be a minimum of a $200 value. It says so right on the menus. And...
Well, I now knew what Reginald (call me Reggie) Angstrom was up to. Smuggling a deadly, lethally potent, drug called Ghost from Mexico into the States. And maybe other countries. The Globe is headed for Buenos Aires, so maybe Argentina too. Shit, maybe Europe, maybe Asia. What I also didn’t know was what to do about it. I owed Phillip Montgomery a full explanation. He had brought me into this square dance in the first place. And his hedge fund owned 30% of The Globe. I can imagine how...
I read somewhere that morals are personal; ethics are societal. I had a vague sense of unease that both morals and ethics might be compromised by some of the principals in my Atwater investigation. I’ve been saving for a surprise Christmas present for Vanessa. For our loft, our kitchen. I saw her looking at a French stove, La Cornue, that is gorgeous. And, I assume, does the job. We can’t afford it, but ... Vanessa. She didn’t ask for it, didn’t even hint at it, she wouldn’t. But if she...
Walker and Pilar are a fixture around town, a constant couple. And a fixture in the Wrigley as well. They both solemnly do the bidding of the Grand Duchess, Anastasia Nikolaevna, one of two permanent hotel residents. Anastasia and Wally Maypole had checked in a few years ago and simply never left. They pay a few bucks from time to time out of some dimly remembered sense of obligation. The Duchess regards the hotel staff, plus Walker and Pilar, as lieges put on earth to do her bidding. The...
2019 That was then; this was now, four years later. A lot had changed in my life since I told Carol Sue Parker goodbye at O’Hare. Of course, a lot would change in any four-year period; it’s just that I ended up measuring that particular span in terms of a young woman I had thought I’d never see again. Life goes on. Walker was now 15; I was 33. I was married, deliciously so, to Vanessa Henderson. Walker had a live-in girlfriend, his second, named Pilar Paloma. I was still doing a daily...
Is everything up to date in Kansas City? No, of course not. But progress is being made. Although the voters recently took a sort-of step backwards. But this created the possibility of an ironic, and symbolic, positive statement. The City Council voted, unanimously I think, to rename a historically significant boulevard — The Paseo. It’s around ten miles long, running north and south between two other major thoroughfares — Troost and Prospect. The city’s decision to change ‘The Paseo’ to...
Saturday morning breakfast, Walker and Gregory in charge of provisioning. Vanessa smiled at Pilar, “Is Walker still servicing himself?” Sucking his own cock. “Sometimes. Depends on what I’m in the mood for.” Gregory turned to Vanessa, not one whit of embarrassment, “I can’t suck it yet, but I can lick the very tip. Pilar thinks I’ll be able to if I keep practicing.” Vanessa gave him her glorious smile, ‘How often do you practice, honey?” “Every night when I’m home.” Pilar said, “I have...
Vanessa came home, chatted with Gloria. In English. She took a quick shower and joined us for dinner. Slipped a Mendocinas to Hobo. The Proper Villain was on the prowl. Pilar poured him some dry food, added a little empanada juice from the cast iron pan. Gloria watched with interest. She had a grown daughter, but, so far as I knew, lived alone in LA and New York. Maybe being around a family was refreshing. Gloria reached over, patted my hand, “So, how are you?” “Pretty good, considering....
I awoke entwined in Jane's arms and legs; oh, God, what a feeling! The radio alarm had come on, so I tormented Jane by giving her little kisses all over her face. "Come on, lover boy; let's get in the shower!" she told me. We got in the shower, having fun soaping each other. After we got out, and dried off, I looked at Jane and started laughing. "What's so funny?" she asked. I said, "Want to have some fun? How about going to school just like this?" She laughed too, thinking it was a...
Clint called, “Any New York plans yet?” “Remember Vanessa? Tall, good looking. Married.” “I’ll throw in a set of steak knives.” Click. Hey! I’m the one supposed to be hanging up. We invited Cathal Conway and family for Sunday brunch. Riles went with Walker and Pilar back to their room. She may be only 10, but the kids treat her as an equal. Jorge and Javier immediately started roughhousing with Hobo. The Proper Villain jumped up on Juanita’s lap. Cathal accepted his glass of Jamison —...
Pilar: “A gorilla walks into a bar and says, ‘A scotch on the rocks, please.’ He hands the bartender a twenty.” Walker: “The bartender thinks to himself, ‘This gorilla doesn’t know the price of drinks,’ and gives him fifteen cents change.” Pilar frowns. Walker: “You know, we don’t get too many gorillas in here.” Pilar: “Well, at nineteen eighty-five a fucking drink, I ain’t coming back, either.” The boarding process was surprisingly smooth. I guess when your ship loads up three...
Okay, Duke Arlington. Head Scout for the Royals. Age 43. Southern California — born and raised. Had played right field with the LA Dodgers. I read several Dodgers blogs and columns and recaps. Arlington had been what insiders called a journeyman player. Astonishingly good to make it to the majors; but merely average once he got there. I went back to my Fount of Sports Knowledge, Pat Hodges. She glanced at her watch — I was back on the $100-per-hour clock. She sipped Henrietta’s Own, chewed...
Pilar: “Guy walks into a bar and is shocked to see a horse behind the bar.” Walker: “Horse says, ‘What’s the matter? You can’t believe that a horse can tend bar?’” Pilar: “No. I just can’t believe the ferret sold the place.” Alicia Collins called me from New York. “Bear told you.” “Yes. Have to admit it shocked me. Vanessa too. And the kids.” “I’m sorry I didn’t say anything. But I felt it was Bear’s news to share.” “No, I understand. And he would have wanted to be the one to tell...
Walker: “We don’t serve time travelers in here.” Pilar: “A time traveler walks into a bar.” Saturday morning breakfast, sun streaming in our Main Street windows. Pilar glanced at Walker’s face, looked under the kitchen table, sighed. “Vanessa, what would our family be like if Papi were ... like, normal?” Vanessa laughed, “Well, we’ll never know, will we?” I shook my head, “A mother’s burden...” Pilar held out her hand, “Come on, Papi, I’ll take care of it. Again.” Gregory stood, “No,...
Richard Hyder was apoplectic, “Your Honor! This is outrageous! Trial by ambush! I’ve never seen anything so ... underhanded, so deceitful, in my forty-one years before the bar.” “Is there an objection in there?” Judge Graves seemed more amused than annoyed. “Yes! Yes there is. The Defense hasn’t even begun to present its case and this ... this ... private eye miraculously points the way ... I object! This ... these items cannot be entered into evidence.” “Grounds?” “Illegal search and...
My mother called me. At work. First Autumn, now ... Flora Jennings. “Winter, can you come by?” Mom knew I worked, had my own office. But since I was no longer with the KCPD, nor employed by a real company, she simply hadn’t accepted that I do anything worthwhile. In fact, after Reggie left me, and before Vanessa married me, my mother regarded me as ... sad. A loser. Couldn’t keep a man, couldn’t find a real job. So it didn’t surprise me that she would expect me to drop whatever...
I was building frequent flyer miles like crazy. For the first time in my life. The FBI policy was to let contract consultants like Daddy and me keep our miles. Fair enough since we didn’t qualify for the standard benefits package. But now that I was working, however indirectly, for the US Senate, I wondered what the policy would be. I was spending time thinking about trivia like that because it was a break from thinking about ... no progress. My brilliant serial number breakthrough hadn’t...
Two parallel investigations — sometimes intersecting, sometimes intertwined. The FBI, supervised by Ash Collins, was focused primarily on illegal weapons — manufacturing and sales. And chasing the gun money, possibly diamonds, around the world. Matt Striker, reporting to Constance Grayson, was all things Meriwether. Their PAC, their possible connections to Wexler and Hoffstatter. And, just maybe their connections to diamonds. I was, for now, relegated to the sidelines. Impatiently so. Ash...
The Whittaker Fund, the ammunition gambit, was bringing us into intermittent contact with Karl Hoffstatter. Well, with his gopher, Roger ‘Hoppy’ Cransdale. The FBI had decided to let Cransdale roam free for now. The bet was that he’d lead them to higher-ups in the American Nazi movement. The further bet was that the low-priced ammo that the Aryan was buying wouldn’t be used for anything but training purposes. It wasn’t a long-term wager; once Cransdale started repeating his route stops,...