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Chapter Five: ‘Aftermath’
The doctor wants to talk to Geoffrey, but Geoffrey is flickering in and out. He can’t follow the conversation. The doc is looking down at him. Geoff looks around and finds he is in bed with Anne, and then he remembers. The doctor talks. Geoff is answering. They’ve been conversing, haven’t they? He tries to follow it, to reconstruct it. What have they said?
She’s had insults to several systems. Whatever that means. We think her liver function will improve on its own. You think? It should. She’s pretty well re-hydrated now, and we’ll get her electrolytes balanced pretty soon. That should help her heart rhythm. Should? It should. There doesn’t seem to be any permanent damage to her limbs, though an orthopedist needs to have a look at her shoulders. That’s good, I guess. And the antibiotics should clear up her pneumonia and the infections in her lesions. Lesions? Her burns and cuts. Some of them are infected. We decided against giving her a transfusion for her anemia. Why? She should improve with medication and diet. I see. Two things we have to watch are her kidney function and her heart.
‘Wait a minute! I thought you said the electrolytes would clear up her heart.’
‘Well, yes, but there may be damage. We can’t tell yet.’
‘And her kidneys?’
‘We’ll have to see how much they improve. She might be fine.’
She might be fine. Geoffrey wakes up completely and thinks about that for awhile.
* * * * *
Geoffrey has hardly left Anne’s side. He hasn’t had a choice. She held onto him through everything last night, even her x-rays. He couldn’t let go of her hand to change positions without her getting agitated. He couldn’t go to the bathroom until they gave her something to help her sleep, and when he got back she was rolling in a nightmare. He leaned down to her. ‘I’m here, Annie. It’s okay. You’re safe.’ She opened her eyes barely enough to see him, sighed ‘Geoffy,’ and faded back out.
Besides him, her room is filled with machines and charts and blinking lights, metal tubes and a glass wall to the main ICU staff area. Everyone who passes looks in at them. Staff come and go. Security sits just outside the door. During the night Geoff had tried to stay awake while waiting for all the tests. Someone would address him and he’d jerk out of a velvet sleep. He had a passing thought that he should call someone to cancel his classes, but who cares?
The doctors finished with Anne around three a.m. When they left, Geoff pushed a green vinyl chair right up against the bed, blocking one of the monitors, and held her hand through the safety bars. He woke an hour later to see her staring down at him, and for the first time he knew she was awake and aware and back in the world. She was looking at him with the saddest expression he had ever seen.
‘I hurt you and left you and you came for me.’ She couldn’t continue. She cried with gulps and sobs.
‘Annie. Annie.’
Geoffrey stood and leaned over her, and as he did the world spun and he held the bed rail. The world spun and spun, then merely rocked, then only trembled. Geoffrey put his mouth to Anne’s temple. ‘Annie, Annie, it’s okay. Please don’t be sad.’ Her hair was clean. It smelled of shampoo. When did they have time to wash her? How did he miss it? The world twirled around Anne’s temple, around the fine hair and the smell of shampoo.
‘You should have let me die!’ Her crying changed to coughs, and in a minute a nurse came in to give her something.
Anne drifted back to sleep but kept jolting awake. If Geoffrey sat completely still the room would stop floating, but Anne couldn’t stop jumping, and every time he had to stroke her and whisper and put his cheek on her. Finally he slipped off his shoes and crawled onto the bed, under her IV line, and held her. No one was going to stop him. He fell asleep. When she’d kick and twist he’d simply hold her and say something, and they’d glide back under together. Then, during the night, Victor was leaning against the far wall, holding a cigarette in a European fashion, but when Geoffrey sat up Victor transformed himself into some sort of medical apparatus covered with a gray tarp. Satan! Geoff had to check to make sure he hadn’t accidentally jerked out the IV tube.
Later he woke snuggling Anne in a spoons position, with his hand on her hip, coming out of a dream in which they were fucking. He was completely erect and moving his penis up and down against her. He stopped. He thought she couldn’t possibly ever want sex again.
They were both asleep when the chief attending physician came in to give his morning report a few minutes ago. Behind him Geoffrey can see the morning nurse, smiling like the Mona Lisa and touching a finger to her lips. Anne sleeps through the whole thing. Someone put an oxygen mask on her during the night, and Geoff slept through it. What if Satan had sneaked in?
She might be fine.
* * * * *
Anne probably doesn’t need so much time in ICU, but the mayor has made the call. ‘America’s Most Wanted’ started the ball rolling and now the case dominates the cable networks. It probably will for a few weeks, until some six-year-old shoots his father in Wyoming. For now it’s Anne the celebrity, Anne the victim, Anne of the black box. The tabloids can’t get enough of her. The mayor isn’t going to let anything happen to her. At least the media are kept away from her floor, and the city picks up the tab.
On the second day, Geoff looks up at a TV in the cafeteria and there they are, videotapes of the basement and the box, along with edited footage from the Web site archives. It’s a cable news talk show. The two hosts are supposed to represent the left and the right. Today they agree the nation needs new laws and a crackdown on Internet smut. The one from the right blames the Clinton administration for a breakdown in sexual morality.
Contributions from women’s advocacy groups pour in. Cost isn’t going to be a problem. The FBI doesn’t make a big case of it, since after all no one was killed, but at least Victor is now a Federal fugitive. Photos of Victor are plastered everywhere, with the usual information on what numbers to call.
* * * * *
The third day.
They’re edging down the hall toward the elevators. The doctors want Anne to walk but she’s awfully weak, so they go slowly, she still swaying a little on those spindly legs. Geoffrey holds the wheeled IV bag cart to one side, the tube crossing behind his back. He pulls it along while his other arm is around her waist, supporting her and holding her to him. When they pass the nurses’ station one nurse whispers to the other, ‘They’re so sweet together,’ before turning back to the mayor’s press conference on CNN.
Geoff is telling Anne something. Some little thing. ‘You promise to eat something for me, right Annie?’ She usually won’t speak, not since the first night. Maybe she’ll utter a word or two almost under her breath, in a monotone, but that’s it. She’ll talk to Geoff a little, when they’re alone. Now they murmur almost conspiratorially. Anne seems to be agreeing to try to eat. Then out of the blue she stops walking and begins to cry. She doesn’t try to hide it, just stands there with tears flowing down her face, making panting little high-pitched sobs. Geoff turns to her and she puts her face to his chest. He doesn’t know what to do. She shows no emotion to anyone else. She’s a blank slate to them. Not to Geoffrey, though. Not now. He touches his free hand to her head.
After a few minutes she’s better. She looks up at him and puts fingers to his cheek and kisses him, then they walk some more.
Before they get back to her room Anne is winded and covered in a fine, itchy sweat. Geoff helps her to the bed and looks at her, wondering about the kiss. Anne speaks a whole sentence, ‘Geoff, don’t look at me like that.’
‘What? Like what?’
‘You know.’ She looks away.
‘Annie?’
‘I’m so ashamed.’ She’s still looking away. Her eyes are watery but there are no more tears.
‘Oh. Well, should I keep my eyes closed?’ He closes his eyes and walks toward her and almost falls when he stumbles against a rack. ‘Oh, shit. Damn!’ Anne laughs the first part of a tiny laugh but catches herself and puts a hand to her mouth.
‘It’s just that…’ She sighs. ‘I wish I could undo everything.’ She’s silent for maybe ten seconds. ‘I know you have things you have to do.’ Silence again. Geoff sits down to wait her out. ‘You don’t have to stay with me anymore. My mother can take care of me.’
Geoffrey looks at her but doesn’t answer. Finally he rises and goes through the ritual of getting the room ready for her nap. He closes the curtain and shuts the door. He turns out the overhead light. He refills her drink canister with fresh juice. He pulls up her covers and kisses her on the forehead. Then, finally, ‘Would you like me to leave?’ Anne starts crying again.
‘Annie. Annie. If you’re going to cry at everything I say, I’ll have to be mute.’ She wipes her eyes and tries to smile. ‘So here’s the deal, Annie Fanny. I’m not going to try to take over your life. You know I’m not like that. When you tell me it’s time to leave, I’m gone, and I’ll be happy because you’re better. But if you’re saying that just because you think you’re a burden, or you don’t deserve help, or whatever… well, rethink it. I’m happy doing this.’
You’ll never know how long I spent rehearsing parts of that spiel, Anne. Did I get the lighthearted tone right?
She makes herself not cry any more. ‘Thank you Geoffy. I’d like it. If you stayed with me awhile longer. Really.’
He leans to kiss her on the forehead again. A brotherly kiss, or a fatherly one. Whatever. When he leans the room shifts. Oh, no. Here comes another one, another rolling wave. So many of them. He sits down in the green vinyl chair to help it pass while she rests, and he nods off after a few minutes. He wakes with Anne’s hand moving through his hair. ‘Come on up, Geoffy. You’ll be more comfortable up here.’
On the bed, he’s on his back and she curls against him, her head on his arm, and he is sound asleep in seconds. Anne lies perfectly still, looking at him. Occasionally she touches him while he sleeps. His chest. His cheek. He snores a little, but in a minute it changes to deep, regular breathing, almost as though he were breathing in sighs.
When her mother comes in during visiting hours, Anne puts a finger to her lips to make her be quiet.
* * * * *
‘I’d like to explore your feelings when you thought you’d always be his prisoner.’
The therapist won’t let go. Anne looks at Geoffrey. ‘It’s okay, Annie. Tell her.’ She squeezes his hand harder and looks down. She won’t look directly at the therapist, who obviously wishes Anne would see her alone.
When that time finally comes, though, Anne doesn’t say two words. ‘Do you not want to talk about Victor?’ asks the therapist, and Anne shakes her head, not looking up. ‘Is there anything you’d feel comfortable talking about?’
There’s a long silence. The therapist neither fidgets nor looks away. Finally Anne says it, but in voice so quiet the therapist has to lean forward to hear her.
‘Geoffrey.’
‘Why?’ More silence. The therapist waits again.
‘I have to make him leave. But I don’t want to.’
‘Why is that?’ Anne just sits there.
The therapist gets Geoffrey alone to ask him about Anne. He asks her back, ‘What do you want to know?’
‘You’ve gone above and beyond the call of duty.’
‘Well she’s needed me.’
‘She told me about leaving you. For Mr. Bruno. So I have to wonder what your motives are?’
Oh shit. She’s no dummy, this therapist.
‘Yeah. That. Okay. I know what you’re getting at. I guess it shows. This is confidential, isn’t it? Okay. Well the fact is I never got over her. But I can’t tell her that. I know it’s over. I’m afraid she’ll feel she has to be nice to me because I’m her hero. You know. Out of gratitude. So I don’t know what to do. Do you have any suggestions?’
‘I think we three need to have a talk together.’
* * * * *
It isn’t that easy.
Saving Anne turned out to be easy. Bringing her home is easy. Nothing else is.
At home, Anne follows Geoffrey around the house. When he gets the newspaper she’s at the window watching him, as intently as do the paparazzi who seem to be camped out there. They always try to goad him into making a statement. They want photos of the sex victim, not Geoff, but he’ll have to do unless she gets too close to the window. They finally give up when the story wanes, but Anne doesn’t give up wanting Geoff to be in sight. When he mows the grass she sits in the rocking chair with a book in her lap and looks out at the lawn.
At first she has to ride to the university with him. While he lectures she sits in the back row, in a corner, eyes down so she doesn’t have to acknowledge anyone. The first day a young woman said hello and Anne looked down at her desk and made a shy smile but didn’t answer. Everyone knows she’s the girl in the box, and some of the guys look at her, but there aren’t any problems.
It’s the same inside the house. If Geoff steps out of the den to go on-line while Anne is watching something on TV, in a moment she’ll have drifted to the doorway. He won’t even hear her, but when he looks up she’ll be standing patiently, hovering at a spot where she can see him. He rises and walks over to envelope her in his arms and kiss her. ‘Do you want me to come back to the den?’ He nuzzles her hair.
She plays with the top button on his shirt, looking at it instead of at his face. ‘Mm-hmm.’ She says it in a little girl tone. He teases, ‘You’ll let me go to the bathroom alone, won’t you?’ and she answers ‘I guess,’ still playing with the button. But she sounds serious.
Nothing is easy. Anne needs a night light. She has to touch Geoff while she’s going to sleep, and he practices lying still so it’ll be easier for her. She stirs when he gets up during the night. She wakes two, sometimes three times a night and sits up in bed, trying not to yell, her heart thundering. Geoffrey holds her and talks to her. ‘I’m here Annie. I’ll always be here. Nothing will ever hurt you.’
He’s careful not to be sexual. He pulls her back down and kisses her, her ear, her neck, her mouth, murmuring in between, running his mouth over her temple, always going back to that fine hair that flies away. ‘There, there, Annie. My girl.’ They kiss while he holds and caresses and comforts her. Somehow they shift from lips to tongues, sucking and caressing each other’s tongue. They always do, though he doesn’t plan it. Geoffrey twists his body away so she won’t notice his erection. He wants her. Oh Jesu, joy of man’s desiring! Oh Jesus! Oh Yeshua Ben David! Oh God, I want to fuck her! He stops using his tongue and rubs a cheek over hers and murmurs something again, and then she nests against him and goes back to sleep while he waits for his penis to shrink.
If I were Victor I could make her want it. I’d just turn her on. It would be easy. I’d snap my fingers or tie her to the bed and she’d beg for it. Oh shut the fuck up. You aren’t Victor and you don’t want to be. Yes I do, in that one way.
He rises and walks to the guest bedroom to turn on the computer, where he goes to the files he wants, hidden in a folder within another folder inside a main folder. He plays the orgasm video that shows her flower opening and closing and he caresses his penis through his underwear. He pulls them down and runs his thumb up, down, around the head of his penis, letting it get slippery, petting himself while he watches orgasm videos. When he’s about to come he pulls up his shirt, panting and straining to subdue his voice, while he spurts onto his chest and belly.
Afterward he duck-walks into the bathroom, holding his pants out and his shirt up, to clean
himself off. Before he gets back to bed Anne is tossing again.
‘Annie. Annie. It’s okay. I’m here. You’re safe.’
* * * * *
When they first go outside to walk, she’s afraid the whole time. It’s early autumn, breezy and clear. The first leaves run along the street. It’s beautiful and she can’t wait to finish and get back inside the house. When they go out by car she has to be in by sunset. She can’t stand dark places like theaters. She sees Victor everywhere.
It is a long time before Anne can bring herself to see any of her friends. The whole time Jane is visiting, she and Anne clutch each others’ hands and cry together. At one point Jane says, ‘You know, it could just as easily have been Maureen or me.’ Geoff wonders if Jane has watched any of the orgasm videos, and if she’s a little jealous. He regrets it almost instantly, though Anne is more available on the Web than Pamela Anderson. Anyone with a credit card can see her.
In bed, before they’re asleep, Anne twitches and whispers, ‘Did you hear that?’ Geoffrey goes through the house once again. Every night he checks the security devices several times before coming to bed, and he does it again before going to work in the morning.
‘Have you done it, Geoff?’ When he says yes she asks, ‘Could you do it again?’ Motion detectors, window and door alarms, supplementary power, dead bolts, steel doors, barred windows. Cell phones preprogrammed with emergency numbers. Fortress Geoffy. He’s even got micro-cams hidden around, all tied to recording devices. The donations are used up.
* * * * *
The third day that Anne stays home alone, the house is empty when Geoff gets back.
‘Annie?’ No sound.
The house looks normal. Nothing is disturbed. They talked half an hour ago.
‘Annie?’
The door was locked when he got to it. The kitchen counter has things Anne had taken out for dinner, thawed chicken breasts, Parmesan cheese, sherry, butter. There’s a paperback book, face down on the dining table. There’s just no Anne.
He thinks why didn’t I take the gun? If he’s here I can’t get to it.
He grabs a knife. From a drawer in den he finds a taser. It’s something.
‘Annie!’
He hears her voice, muffled, as though far away. ‘I’m here, Geoff.’ It’s from the bedroom. She sounds desperate. He runs down the hall, into the bedroom. ‘Annie?’
She’s in the closet. She’s standing with her back to the wall, beside the closet door, and she’s holding a steak knife in both hands. She’s trembling and crying.
‘I heard him, Geoff! I heard him!’
‘Where?’
‘It wasn’t him. I thought I heard him. It was something on TV. I was so afraid!’ Too afraid to call, to do the rational things.
Geoff takes the knife from her carefully. He has to pry her fingers away. He lets her tremble against him until finally she’s calm. He puts his cheek on her head and kisses her and brushes her with his hands.
‘Next time call me right away, okay honey? I’d die before I’d let him get to you.’
At the word ‘die’ Anne’s eyes snap open. She pulls her hands up and slaps them on his chest, hard.
‘No! Don’t say that!’
‘What?’
‘You’re not allowed to die. You can’t! You can’t! Tell me you won’t ever die! Say it!’
And he says it of course. Then Anne turns away. She demands something different.
‘Let me die, Geoff. I want to die. Please let me.’
‘No! Stop it, Anne.’
‘Please. I want to die. I can’t stand it anymore.’
Geoff picks her up. He swoops her. She still isn’t very heavy. He carries her to the bed while she begs him, ‘I want to die,’ where he lays her down and pulls a quilt over her. He lies down right beside her, under the quilt, puts pillows behind her, puts one lightly over her head so they’re completely nested. He holds her closely and strokes her hair and her back, stroking her. She continues to beg. ‘Let me die, Geoff. I love you but I can’t stand it.’
‘Shh. It’ll be all right. You’ll see.’ He strokes her again, but she won’t stop. She’s not loud. She doesn’t even seem to be paying attention. She might be half asleep, her face burrowed up against him, and she asks quietly to die. It’s a mantra, a half whisper, a murmur, on and on. ‘I want to die.’
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TeenPrologue You had used spells to get several strands of hair from Alexis' bedroom, and now sat in the room you had decorated as a place to practice stronger and more potent spells such as the immortality one you casted two centuries ago. It kept you looking like a 23 year old. You had done it after the town murdered your lesbian lover for taking the fall for you. You promised to find her again and make sure nobody kills her again. You are positive that the raven haired girl was her. But what...
BDSMSam kept her in the play room naked. She was there for sex and fun. He was a freak and loved wild kinky sex. He had married her mom when she was just a c***d and sexually abused the mom till she ran away with another man. She left her daughter and now he abused her. Men paid to fuck her and use her body any way they wanted. They could also take videos and pictures with her. She had huge tits like her mom and a great bubble ass. He had pierced her nipples and pussy. The play room had was filled...
Jack ruled his family and what he said was not questioned. He decided what they ate and what they wore and everything that went on in the house. He made the rule that no clothes were worn by the wife and his three daughters. He also fucked his wife any where and any time. The girls were used to dad bending mom over an fucking her right there in front of them. He also finger fucked the mom constantly. The girls were beginning to grow nice big tits like their mom. Dad had always been the one to...
O god! Her hand was creeping up towards my groin and I couldn't do a thing about it! I mean our parents were there for gods sake, what did she think she was doing!? I stifled a groan as her fingers started tracing the outline of my cock. We are sitting (my girlfriend and I) at a table for six in one of the classiest restaurants in town. You see, it's my parents wedding anniversary and so both our parents and us are out having a meal to celebrate. Our mothers are at either end of the...
*Be warned this part is optional for a reason, it involves pegging which for the uninitiated is when a girl uses a strapon on a guy, it's not for everyone.* I then when I recovered got Adam to clean up and dress. One of the nicest things about hypnosis was ordering someone to clean up things. She couldn't wait for tomorrow but she had to set things up. ‘Ok Adam in your room in the top drawer I have placed a butt plug and a tube of lube you are to insert the plug and wear it for the rest of...
Tonight Lynn finally has some time to herself, she is going out without her husband for a night with the girls or so Lynn tells him. In fact, Lynn has arranged to meet her Boss from work, the tall dark handsome bastard her husband hates so much. For the occasion Lynn has bought a new very short black skirt which only just covers the tops of her stockings, other than her skirt, stockings, and high heeled shoes Lynn wares only a black leotard which fastens at the crotch. Lynn comes downstairs...
Fanfic 100 prompt "home" This was his ritual and because the work schedule had been so crazy, he could do it at his leisure instead of a hurried stop before work. He wasn't due back to work until Thursday morning. At oh five hundred he slipped out of bed, showering, then put his dress uniform on. All the while his lover slept, one long leg peeping out from under the mounded blankets. He supposed he could have asked Tony to come along, but he wouldn't know what to say, how to phrase...
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A Wife's Revenge By J. "What the hell is this!" Michael Landers turned slowly toward his wife. She had been changing the sheets on their bed when she came across an unexpected surprise. When the couple finally stood face to face, Michael noticed his wife of three years staring back, her left arm pointing straight at him with a purple bra dangling off her index finger. "Well, um, it looks like a bra," Michael answered. "Ya think? Gee Michael, I never would have guessed if it...
A New Semester and Eve ? by: r. gold The first day of class is always interesting for me. I'm Henry Brewster and I teach history at Stoney Brooke University in upstate New York. Our student population here is generally mid to upper class preppy kids whose parents can definitely afford to send little Billy or Mary away for four years of liberal education. The first day is always exciting. New, fresh faces; smiling, eager, excited. My classes are always full; I guess they provoke...
Logan and Beauty sat cross-legged around the fire, as Logan ate the animal she had caught and presented to him. It was, in his humble opinion, a great improvement from rat meat. He took a sip of flat, bitter-tasting, beer, and offered the water skin to his new companion. She declined with a smile and a shake of her snow-white hair, just as she had at the offer of meat. By contrast, her hunger for his own brand of protein shake seemed insatiable. Not that he was complaining, but that seemed a...
So newly not a virgin anymore me was in Vegas to visit family. I was hornier than ever and in the city of sin I was ready to have fun. The type of fun I encountered turned out to be extremely different than what I expected, but I'll remember it forever.My whole family except me and my adopted cousin went out to drink for the night. Being in Vegas a couple a days I was starting to get board so I sat on the coach and started to watch tv. That's when I saw my cousin walk from her bedroom towards...
My Sweet Greg By Pamela ([email protected]) In freshman physics lab today, Greg asked me out on a date. We were doing an experiment on magnetism and we had to hold a heavy magnet together and he suddenly said, "Jill, would you like to go ice skating with me?" His face was red and he was sweating and his voice was kind of weird and shaking. The abrupt way he just asked me as fast as he could get the words out made me laugh and I could see he was terribly embarrassed. But I...
or Marie's Hospitality "Louis," she breathed, her voice trembling, "his hand is on my thigh." Louis looked across the table at the flushed face of his wife, sitting on the soldier's lap. "Yes, I thought as much," he replied flatly, raising his glass. Smiling thinly, he tipped it momentarily toward the stranger, then proceeded to drain it. As he lowered the glass from his lips, he saw that the soldier's glass was empty again. Louis refilled it, then filled his own. He poured the last...
The next morning I was up early and got Paul off to work and the kids to school. Pop had not made an appearance yet. I knew he wasn't asleep since I had heard noises from his room. Probably trying to avoid Paul, I thought. I returned to my room and showered and started to dress. Then ignoring what my head told me I put on my wispiest bra, my briefest sheer panties, tight shorts and a loose blouse. I told myself Pop and I had to test him seeing my body... just to understand if we could live...
My cock's been in a few holes in its' life, and was needing something new to get into. My 'sex-only' friend Lyn and I were cruising the internet when we saw this advert for a swingers' group meeting in our area. Both partners in the couple had to be bisexual, and I was looking forward to sucking cock for the first time, while Lyn had been with a couple of women before, so we replied to the advert.Soon, a couple contacted us , inviting us to their flat a couple of miles away, and we looked...
I got a phone call as I was getting dressed for work on Monday morning and as my wife, Janie could tell I was not very happy about it."I have to go to Detroit next weekend," I said. "The guy who was supposed to be repping us at the trade show is out sick. The boss thinks he won't have time to prepare after he gets back to work and might not even be healthy enough to go to the show at all. So it's me.""Oh, that's too bad, honey. I'll miss you. When do you leave and when can I pick you...
CheatingBe Careful What You Wish By Joseph A. Falls Be careful with your wishes. I had read it somewhere, just than I can't recall where, but for my own experience I know now, that's true. I was a secret crossdresser for years, been discovered many times by my sisters and mother through all my childhood, and growing up to be a grumpy thirty year old man. I remember once, been fourteen and been discovered by my sister in a leotard and black tights, of course she told my mother. The...
Roy never really thought he would ever meet the Eternal Warrior, the man Uncle Sam respected so much, and now he was sitting across from the legendary man and was questioned. Stahl appeared to be a normal human being but Roy’s back hair stood on end whenever he looked into the eyes of that man. It was just as if staring into deep space. The legendary Admiral wasn’t exactly friendly and his voice had a razor sharp edge. Cara had left to talk with the Wurgus delegates. Ship crew was starting...
I was cutting vegetables for that evening's stew when an overwhelming urge crept up on me. I was alone at home, the kids were in school and my husband was at work. It was hot outside, but not hot enough to turn on the air conditioning. "Why not?" I thought. I peeled off my faded black skinny jeans, the ones with a cute red flower print on the thighs. I always received pointed glances of longing while wearing them, and that was often the prelude to my urges. My sensible undies came with...
1. Globally, lovers are having sex 139 times a year. The French are the lovemaking pacesetters, according to the Durex Global Sex Survey 2002, coming in at 167 times each 365 days. 2. Condoms are biodegradable — some of them. Lambskin and latex condoms are biodegradable, but polyurethane condoms aren't. 3. Sex-enhancing CDs are being sold for setting the mood. Try some classical options to rock your world: Shacking Up to Chopin, Making Out to Mozart and Bedroom Bliss with Beethoven are...
The Plan Debbie stuck around for most of the day and indeed blagged an invite to dinner that night, I knew what she was thinking and as much as I thought it was a daft idea I was willing to give it a go. George arrived just before six and after explaining Debbie was staying for dinner he went and took a shower to wash away the days toils. We all sat down to mixed salad and cold meat as the sun began to drop in the sky. Debbie prodding me under the table and gesturing with her eyes I...
I noticed her just as her face turned sad and she began to walk away from me with her head down. I understood immediately what she was thinking and called out to her. When she turned back to me I ran up and gave her a quick hug and a kiss on the side of the head, and asked her how she was doing, whether she'd slept all right, and so forth. She brightened immediately, and we walked into the building with our arms around each other's waists. We sat together and ate and talked, but made no...
This is my wife Beth’sstory. She only just recently told me about this event. When you read it, you will know why. I am Beth. First let me describe myself and set the background for what happened. Rick and I had been married only about two years. Rick had started acting funny toward me, things like ignoring me when I was clearly sending signals I wanted to have sex! I knew something was wrong. It took several weeks to determine that he had developed an interest in a co-worker; a young...
Reluctance"You want me to do what?" Carl said with shock into the phone and he couldn't believe what his son Adam had just asked him to do. "Come on Dad. You need to get back into things and start living again." Adam said, hoping his Dad would come through. "And, I couldn't think of a better way to do it," he added as he crossed his fingers, praying he would. "You'll get me sent to jail, boy and then I'll have to kill your ass!" Adam just laughed and he knew dear, ol' Dad was really out...
Heather (Olive Glass) is minding her own business in a cafe when she spots a stranger, Dawn (Alexis Tae), getting unwanted attention from a male patron (Mo Reese). Dawn tries to get the patron to go away but isn’t confident enough, so Heather steps in and pretends to be Dawn’s girlfriend. Dawn quickly plays along and the male patron begrudgingly backs off. Dawn is thankful for Heather’s help and they have a friendly bonding moment while complaining about men. There’s a...
xmoviesforyouHi ftiends, neha here I am from punjab age 22 yrs tall figgure 34-29-30 hai mai single hu mai apnye bhai bhabi kaye sath rehti hu mom dad apnye puranye city maye rehty hai mai study or bhai job kartey hai bhabi housewife hai Yeh baat last month ki hai bhai ki shaadi ko 2 month ho chukey hai mai ghar aayi us din saturday tha ghar ka door lgaa tha door bell off thi mainye apnye purse saye key nikali door open kiya bhabi khi nhi dikhaai di mai apnye room maye gyi bag rakha bhahar aayi kitchen ki...
Hi my name is billy and I'm 21 and I'm newly found gay but I hadn't told any one yet I'm still in the closet. Lewis is already out gay but before I knew he was gay I use to fantasize about us to kissing and falling on the bed then stripping and sucking each others dicks till we both came in each others mouths. and now that I know his gay I had to find out how to make a move on him (because we are close friends). So I thought to my self how could I seduce him.......I got it I'll just stay round...
GaySAGN: Chapter 17- The Kiss of an Angry Girl Gatehouse of the Grove, Phar' Naqua: Day 445, 0056 hours Five words. They were only five words, but in those words were packed both her salvation and her damnation. Five words that she expected to hear at some point and yet when she did hear them they still seemed unreal to her. Singh's words exploded in Darcy's consciousness and hung in the air like a parachute flare blazing into incandescent light without warning. They were so heavy...
The Home DepotI was in the middle of a woodworking project in my workshop and found myself in need of some lumber and a few other items. I didn’t have much time as I was trying desperately to finish my project to keep my customer happy. I jumped into my pickup and sped over to Home Depot to purchase my supplies.Pulling into the parking lot I noticed a shapely woman about my age obviously having car trouble. She was wearing a pink, sleeveless, silk blouse, tight black shorts, and high heels. ...
I moved into a house in a quiet town after a long soul sucking marriage and a bitter divorce, and now I was looking to start fresh.Late in the afternoon I saw my new neighbour for the first time, she was fairly tall, slim, pale as snow with bright red hair hanging down her shoulders and a bosom that was trying to fight it's way out of a very tight t-shirt."Hi!" I said smiling as she pulled her car up a few meters away."Hi to you too!" she replied back with a smile."I'm Joe" I said staring at...
“Come on push harder!” Susan yelled at me as I tried to match with her pace on the cross-trainer.She was so demanding that I hated her; I hated that she was fitter than me; I hated thatshe had a better body than me; and more than anything I hated that she made me feel sexuallyinferior.Susan always wore the tightest short skirts and low cut blouses that showed off her greatlegs, tight arse and full pert breasts. She know she was attractive and she knew everyoneelse thought it too. She had...