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Chapter 11 – The Beginning of the Rest of our Lives

Robert Samuel Hamelin was born very early on the morning of July 1st, Canada Day. He weighed in at 7lbs 5ozs and exhibited a dark head of hair and a healthy set of lungs. I had hoped for a son, but knew I would welcome either son or daughter. The gods had chosen to bless us with a son and the family name was now no longer in danger of dying out. I had been with Ardele through the mercifully short time after her water broke and when her contractions began near midnight.

When they brought him to us in the hospital room, I could see the look on Ardele’s face was one of both love and delight. We had a healthy son, and when they came home in a day or so, my fatherhood would formally begin.

Right after the birth, I called Mother, waking her from a sound sleep, but rejoicing with me at the birth of a new life, a new Hamelin. She arrived less than an hour later, almost as excited as I was with our new arrival.

We had deliberately not booked any charters for the first two weeks of July so that I would be able to be with Ardele when her time came. Actually, it came ten days earlier than expected. When my wife and son were released from the hospital, we would be heading to the apartment for a couple of days to make sure we were ready to travel, then the drive to Campbell River, checking into the double motel room we had reserved for the two months. Mother would be staying with us in the second room.

My introduction to fatherhood was quite a shock. Ardele was breast feeding and that meant her getting up at all hours of the night to feed little Bobby. It took a toll on our sleep, but gradually she adjusted, and as she did, so did I. I was told mothers had ears for the smallest sounds from their newborns, but I found that I must have the same myself. The slightest squeak from our son and I was awake, wondering if he was all right. Mother thought it was quite funny. Ardele just wrapped her arms around me, kissed me, and told me how much she loved me. She was convinced I was going to be a great father.

***

Summer on the B.C. coast usually begins in early-to-mid July and can last through September. Last year, it began on July 9th and lasted into early October, a summer with almost continuous sunshine and little rain. The forest fire hazard was high through August until October when the fall rains returned.

This year, summer came in little pieces in June, then broke full-on in mid-July, just after we had arrived in Campbell River. The temperatures are always moderated by the presence of the water, and there are very few places in this country that are more comfortable than our coast in summer. It looked as though we would have another long, warm, sunny period for our charters.

We had rented a crib and playpen for Bobby, although he wasn’t yet at the crawling stage. We bought the latest and greatest car seat for him, as well as a travel bassinette for the boat. We took him out as a test to see how he liked it, and within fifteen minutes he was fast asleep. It was little different in the SUV. He apparently could sleep almost anywhere, unless he was hungry. That was his mother’s job.

I learned to change diapers, including the stinky, yucky brown ones, and did so willingly. I wanted to contribute whatever I could to help Del as we adjusted to parenthood. Discovering that Bobby liked the boat was a big benefit to my wife. She could get out and enjoy the outdoors once again and we spent a fair number of days cruising between charters with just the four of us. Mother was now a constant on Del’s Choice, including the charters.

Ernie Tillman was back for a second season and dropped by shortly after we arrived. Dean and Brent had brought our boat up from Vancouver and he was over to see if I was there. Dean filled him in on the recent events since we had last seen him. He hadn’t been able to make the wedding as he was visiting some friends in California at the time. He was delighted to hear that Ardele had given us a son and that all of us would be here for the summer.

I don’t think we had been in the motel for more than a couple of hours when there was a knock on the door. Ernie stood there with a big bunch of roses and a grin as I welcomed him into the room.

‘These are for Ardele,’ he said, ‘and congratulations to both of you on your wedding and your new son. You must be very happy.’

‘Thank you, Ernie,’ Ardele said, kissing his cheek. ‘They’re lovely. Sit down and visit for a while. Bobby is asleep in his crib if you want to take a peek.’

Ernie walked quietly over to the crib and looked on the little guy, peacefully unaware of the visitor.

‘Wow, Pat, a son. How about that.’

‘Yeah,’ I agreed. ‘It’s a bonus.’

It was at that moment that there was a light knock on the adjoining door and Mother peeked in.

‘Mom, come in and meet a friend and fellow charter operator. Ernie, this is my mother, Sarah Seaton. Mom, meet Ernie Tillman.’

I’m not sure if Ardele noticed or not, but I did. Ernie’s eyes locked onto my mother and she seemed to mesmerise him before he gathered his wits and took her hand gently in greeting.

‘Very nice to meet you, Mrs. Seaton.’

‘Please, it’s Sarah,’ she said, and I could almost swear she blushed.

Now my mother had been around Tom Thompson for several months and both Del and I had wondered if there wasn’t something happening there. However, the look that I saw on her face and what seemed to pass between Ernie and her at their first meeting was entirely different.

‘How’s business, Ernie,’ I asked after an awkward silence.

‘Great, Pat, and I owe you a lot for that. First of all, I got a couple of good deckhands for the summer just as you suggested. I had more candidates than I could handle, so I had to scramble to choose two I liked. I think I’ve made a couple of good choices.’

‘Good to hear,’ I nodded. ‘They can make you or break you if they aren’t right. I’ve been lucky so far with good guys.’

‘Yeah, well your help last summer got me some business, and that got me some more business. It seems like your name is golden around here,’ he grinned.

‘That’s always good to hear,’ Ardele said. ‘You and Pat think alike. Look after the customers and they’ll look after you. Word of mouth is always the best advertising.’

‘You got that right,’ Ernie said enthusiastically. ‘I’m not totally booked, but pretty close and if there are any last minute opportunities, I might be able to fit them in.’

‘Just the way you want it, Ernie,’ I said. ‘We booked a little light this summer because of the new baby, but Mom has signed on as our newest deckhand, so we’ve got lots of help both with the boat and the baby. Better yet, it looks like Bobby is going to be a pretty good sailor, too.’

I offered Ernie a beer and he accepted, while Mother surprised me and declined a wine and asked for a beer, as well. She chose to sit near Ernie and when Bobby began to fuss and let Del know it was time for a feeding, they struck up their own conversations while I prepared to change our baby and Del prepared to do the rest.

‘Did you see the look that passed between your mother and Ernie?’ Del whispered.

‘Yeah. What do you make of that?’

‘I don’t know. Something was going on, that’s for sure.’

I got on with the business of cleaning up Bobby’s business and walked back into the living area.

‘I’m just going down to see Ernie’s boat. I won’t be long,’ Mother announced.

‘No rush, everything’s under control here,’ I grinned.

How about that. I walked back to where Del was nursing our son and let her know the latest developments. I got a knowing smile in return. Knowing what, I wasn’t so sure.

‘Did you know tha
t Ernie has his own plane?’ Mother asked at supper that evening.

‘No,’ I said. ‘I knew he was a pilot, but I didn’t know he had a plane.’

‘He bought it last winter. It’s a float plane … a Cessna something. He’s going to take me up to show me around the area.’

Mother was trying very hard to make this sound like it was no big deal but wasn’t quite pulling it off.

‘That’s nice,’ Ardele said. ‘It’s very beautiful from the air on a clear day.’

‘I want to get some good shots with my Nikon if I can,’ my mother continued. ‘Apparently, I can open the window a bit if I need to.’

‘Don’t fall out,’ I quipped.

‘Don’t worry, I plan to have my seat belt fastened very snugly when I’m aboard.’

I looked at Ardele and waggled my eyebrows when I thought Mother wasn’t looking. That got me a barely suppressed snicker.

***

Our first charter was Friday, July 19th, a party of six made up of three couples. It was a sightseeing charter with fishing as an afterthought. I had Dean back with me as deckhand this summer while Brent Dagg replaced Peter Masters. Peter had graduated and was now working full time for an outfitter and guide up north. Brent fit in well, but then I wasn’t surprised. I had Dean interview him since they had to work closely together.

My mother was insistent that she would take Ardele’s place as spare on this charter. The ages of our clients were about the same as her’s, so she had no trouble fitting in with them. I also saw how much she enjoyed being on the boat and doing anything she could to help improve the satisfaction of our guests. At the end of the four days, she had developed a healthy glow and a perpetual smile that was contagious. Moreover, she had earned substantial tips and didn’t know what to do with them.

‘Give them to charity, take someone to dinner, buy some clothes,’ I suggested whimsically. ‘It doesn’t matter what you do with the money except to keep track of it because it is taxable.’

That put a quick end to the conversation and later I discovered that she took Dean and Brent to dinner one night.

‘She takes to it like a duck to water,’ I told Del later that evening after our guests had left. ‘I guess it wouldn’t hurt us to have another extra deckhand on board,’ I mused.

‘Try and stop her,’ she chuckled. ‘She told me that she feels so alive when she is on the boat, especially up here. I think she’s found real happiness in the past few months, Pat, and I think you had a lot to do with that.’

‘I did?’

‘Of course. You forgave her and that changed everything. For you too, I think.’

I thought about it briefly and realized she was right. It was as big a relief to me as it was to my mother. It wasn’t just the right thing to do, it was an essential thing to do for my peace of mind.

Mother got her flight with Ernie and returned gushing with excitement about what she saw and how much she enjoyed every minute of the two-hour excursion. They spotted a pod of Orcas heading up one of the channels and Ernie dropped down to 300 feet to allow Mom to get some good close-ups.

Further north they saw a cruise ship carefully wending its way down Johnstone Straits, headed south toward Vancouver or Victoria. Mom couldn’t wait to show us the pictures when she loaded them onto her laptop. I don’t think my mother was aware of how often she referred to Ernie and how much fun he was to be with. As she wound down, she let it be known that she would be having dinner with Ernie Wednesday evening, so we were not to expect her then.

‘Well, I certainly didn’t anticipate this,’ I said when I had a private moment with Del. ‘She seems quite taken with Ernie and it’s happened pretty quickly too.’

‘That’s how it works sometimes,’ my wife smiled. ‘I was pretty taken with you almost right away. It took you a little while to notice, but eventually, you caught on.’

‘Yeah, well, you know … the rule … and all that,’ I mumbled, still wondering why I made up that stupid rule.

‘It’s probably not a bad rule in some cases, my love, but in our case, it just wasn’t going to work.’

‘When you’re right, you’re right,’ I sighed. ‘I just hate all the time we wasted because of it.’

‘It wasn’t wasted. You needed to be sure, just like I did. I didn’t want to make another mistake and you didn’t know what to expect. It was all new for you.’

My bride is a very smart woman.

Ardele would be nursing Bobby for the rest of the year before weaning him onto the bottle. As far as making love, I would have to be patient for another month. Even then, it would be a matter of how comfortable she would be. Apparently it differed for every woman. I didn’t find that surprising and having gone over six weeks already, I could hold on for another four. Ardele promised me she would be the first to let me know when the time was right.

If we were counting on my mother to baby-sit for us, we had to plan in advance. She was spending quite a bit of time with Ernie. Both Ardele and I agreed that it looked like it was getting serious between them, even though they had only met a month ago. However, Mom was available when I wanted to give Del a break and take her out to dinner. If Ernie was in town, I expected him to be at the motel when we returned.

On days when we were between tours, I would take Ardele and Bobby out on the boat if the weather was nice and they could get some fresh air away from the motel room or the marina. I could see that Ardele was getting itchy to get back on Del’s Choice as crew, but we couldn’t bring Bobby with us. We just had to bide our time until we were back in Vancouver.

It was a surprise when we learned that Ernie had sold his home in Port Hardy and bought a home on Willow Point, on the south edge of Campbell River. It made sense, since this was the area he wanted to run his charter business and the airport where he kept his plane was just up the hill from his new home.

Ernie had a housewarming party in mid-August and we were all invited to it. His new home was perched on a hillside in a good-sized wooded lot, with a view out over the north end of Georgia Strait and the entrance to Johnstone Strait. I’m sure he must have paid a handsome price for it. It was a lovely one level rancher with big picture windows facing the water.

He had a lot of acquaintances that joined the party that afternoon and evening. Some were in the airline business, some were like us, fellow charter operators, and some were old friends. It wasn’t a big surprise that he was well liked by everyone. He was that kind of guy, easy to like. Mother was at his side almost constantly and it was now obvious that there was more than just friendship going on between them.

‘How do you feel about that,’ Del asked me in a private moment.

‘I feel good,’ I smiled. ‘I want her to be happy and if Ernie makes her happy, so be it. I guess I thought it might have been Tom, but I was wrong.’

‘I thought the same,’ Del nodded. ‘But there’s no denying how she feels about Ernie.’

‘We might lose our babysitter if she moves in with him,’ I suggested.

‘I suppose, but we’ll just have to wait and see what happens.’

‘How do you like Ernie’s new home,’ Mother asked as she came over to us.

‘Very nice, and such a wonderful view,’ Ardele said as I nodded my agreement

‘I helped him pick it out,’ she grinned, making no effort to conceal her pride.

‘Oh … I didn’t know that,’ I stammered. ‘Uhhm … you and Ernie … you seem to be … close.’

That brought about a big smile. ‘Yes, he’s a wonderful man and we get along very, very well.’

‘I’m glad, Mom. You really love this part of the world, don’t you?’

‘Yes. I’ve had my fill of the big city and world travel. I’d forgotten how much I missed the west coast and the amazing scenery. I’ll be content here for the rest of my life,’ she said with a sigh.

I hugged her to me and let her know
I was happy that she was happy. Ardele joined us and we had a little group hug. It was a nice moment.

Ernie wandered over a minute or so later.

‘I couldn’t help noticing that nice moment with you three,’ he said. ‘I wanted to get in on the action.’ He was kidding, but then again, not.

Mother moved to his side instinctively and wrapped her arm around the big man’s waist. Ernie was taller than me by a couple of inches, handsome and fit with a full head of grey hair. Bright blue eyes and a strong jaw gave him a look of authority and confidence that you couldn’t miss.

‘I guess you’ve figured out that your mother and I are good friends,’ Ernie said without hesitation.

‘We noticed,’ I chuckled. ‘I hope you two are happy together.’ I was being presumptuous, but I didn’t detect any hesitation on either his or mother’s part when I said that.

‘Pat, I hope this doesn’t sound hokey or phoney, but I think of you as the son I never had. From the first day we met, you’ve been a big help and supporter of me and my business. You’ve also been a friend. And … importantly … I like your values, not to mention your choice of bride. Your mother and I have found so much in common and I’m hoping we have a future. Time will tell. Whatever happens, I won’t forget how much you’ve done for me and made me feel welcome in your life.’ He extended his hand and shook mine firmly.

‘Thank you, Ernie. I feel the same way. We are a lot alike in our thinking, especially about our business. As for Mom, I’m happy for both of you. I didn’t know how much I needed someone like Ardele until I found her. We do so much better when we are together.’

I could see tears forming in the corner of Mother’s eyes and she came to me and hugged me, whispering ‘Thank you. I love you.’

‘I love you too, Mom.’

The smile on Ardele’s face was enough to bring us back from a solemn moment and remind us this was a party.

Epilogue

Our son, Bobby, is growing in leaps and bounds right before our eyes. He can roll over now and is showing signs of getting ready to crawl. It doesn’t matter if he is on land or on the boat, he is happy. I think we are close to when he will be sleeping through the night and I’m sure that will be a big relief to Ardele. She’s taken to motherhood the way she approaches anything she really thinks is important: full blast. If she isn’t online searching information, she’s buying books. And, there’s no doubt now that there will be another Hamelin coming along in the next two years.

Our business isn’t anywhere near as full as it was last year, but that is by design. I wanted us to have a chance to get to know and bond with our son and I’m sure it was the right decision.

We finally settled with the insurance company over the loss of Captain’s Choice. They didn’t want to pay the full amount and their reasoning was that we didn’t take adequate precautions to prevent the theft. They offered half payment and we immediately rejected it, supplying documents attesting to the potential resale value of the boat and the security measures at the marina.

I got fed up with arguing about it and called Sam Fowler, explained the situation and gave him his instructions: sic ’em. Sam was on the job immediately and within two weeks, had an agreement for settlement at the full amount.

He reminded them that there was specific wording in the insurance policy as to the value of the boat and that there was no wording to allow them to renegotiate. He suggested a court case would be costly and do them no credit when they lost. Sam was sure that their legal department advised them of the same and they were just trying us on to see if we would cave. We didn’t and we got everything including Sam’s costs. I didn’t mind that a bit.

The final costs of transporting Del’s Choice up to our part of the world and bringing it up to the specifications we envisioned came to just under $300,000. We retired the loan we took to pay for the boat and transport and had almost $200,000 left from the insurance claim. It’s a nice contingency fund for us, gaining a modest interest in an investment account that Joel recommended.

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To all of those that make up the Hollywood establishment, in the world of music, TV, and film, the People's Choice Awards have always been a favorite of theirs. That's because, while some music awards shows will have a select few publicly-voted winners, for the most part, the biggest awards shows in town are nothing but ass-kissing contests. And while different, the People's Choice Awards had always been perceived as more of a "popularity contest" due to the fan-voted aspect of them. But once...

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THE HUNT CHAPTER 4 MY CHOICE

CHAPTER 4: MY CHOICEThe next morning I am awakened by Wolf. But this is different, this is the morning after my successful survival of The Hunt. And not just any Hunt, the first ever Hunt when the hunted has survived the full three days and nights. The concept of The Hunt is very specific, but I wonder if any of the leaders who established the criteria, rules, and rewards had any anticipation that someone might actually evade capture all three days. Was the outcome even defined for this...

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The Choice

Dan and I were high school buddies that ended up at the same university in our hometown. I played football while he played basketball. He was the taller and more slender one concentrating more on cardio and speed. I had brown hair and brown eyes while Dan was a redhead with blue eyes. I was a gym fanatic working out with weights and drinking protein shakes. We both had sports scholarships to get us through school. I was still going steady with April who I knew from my childhood...

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Life and Choices

Life and Choices COPYRIGHT 2004 There can exist at any given time in this world one mind to one body. There are exceptions to all rules though. Some folks or at least one existed of two minds in one body for a time. This person is Jay Hall. Of course, Jay has never realized this, unless you count his dreams. Although these facts should be painfully obvious to him, he fails to realize that his entire state of being is a paradox to the universe, and one that should soon be...

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The Wrong Choice

I was sitting in the railway waiting room on a cold winter night, wondering which sin of my last life had cursed my commonsense so I had to make a series of wrong choices , which had condemned me to spending the night in a deserted station 100 kilometres from the nearest town. . A tiny voice in my mind told me I was lucky too, if I hadn't been I wouldn't have gotten tickets to the next train in the morning, which would take me to the nearest outpost of civilization. And to think all this...

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Wishes Do Not Exisit but You Always Have Choices

Wishes don't exist, but you always have choices! Greetings to anyone that finds this journal/story. My name is Brandon. I will once again be a 20+ year old male living in Northern California, sorry for being cryptic but I will explain what I mean later. My wife and I have to sacrifice our memories of the events I am about to transcribe, so I am writing this letter and hoping it finds someone who believes me. I am leaving this letter to be a testament to all that has happened and a...

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F4 Tuesdays Choice

(Author’s note: This story is an entry into FAWC (Friendly Anonymous Writing Challenge), a collaborative competition among Lit authors. FAWC is not an official contest sponsored by Literotica, and there are no prizes given to the winner. This FAWC was based around the theme of music, with four songs given to choose from. The song that inspired this story was ‘Midnight Train to Georgia’ by Gladys Knight and the Pips.) * * * * The blast of a departing train’s whistle drew me to the window of...

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Editing Reality Book Three Naughty Fantasies UnleashedChapter 4 One Naughty Choice

Notes: Thanks to WRC264 for beta reading this! Steve Davies Sam looked so sexy in the shower. She let the water spray on her body as she leaned against the wall. My teenage daughter, fourteen and nubile, made my dick so hard. She grinned at me, that mischievous joy on her face. She grabbed my cock and pulled me to her. I groaned as she stroked me, teasing me. She brought me to her pussy. She rubbed me against her flesh. The shower sprayed on my back as my wicked daughter guided me right to...

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Choices

Choices, by Armond Note: this is a continuation of my story, 'Useful Information'. It helps to read that story first. 1. C-r-a-a-c-k! The wooden banister splintered on impact. All went slow motion: body slipping backward, hands grasping at air, emerald eyes, opening wide, dark red eyebrows, arching high, mouth opening to scream. She fell. Through the banister, toward the hallway floor, three stories below. "DEIRDRE!" "Una, wake up!" Ula said, giving her a sharp shake....

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Public Incestuous Passion 6 Sisters Naughty Choice

(An Incestuous Harem Story) Chapter Six: Sister's Naughty Choice By mypenname3000 Copyright 2018 Note: Thanks to wrc264 for beta reading this and to PAEUL for an idea used in this story. Melody Samuels What did I want? My Darkest Day's Porn Star Dancing thudded through Flashing Glitter, the strip club. I was on stage, my hips swaying, my tartan, schoolgirl skirt dancing about my thighs. Men whooped and hollered around me. They showered me in attention. It was an exhibitionist wet...

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THE HUNT Chapter 4 My Choice

The next morning I am awakened by Wolf. But this is different, this is the morning after my successful survival of The Hunt. And not just any Hunt, the first ever Hunt when the hunted has survived the full three days and nights. The concept of The Hunt is very specific, but I wonder if any of the leaders who established the criteria, rules, and rewards had any anticipation that someone might actually evade capture all three days. Was the outcome even defined for this condition? Would...

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Matter of Choice

Sarah and I grew up together. We were from the same country stock, hard working families that sweat together from daybreak to dark with almost no thought of weekends or vacations. Living on farms away from all of the rich kids that lived in town, with parents who had jobs and money caused us to gravitate towards each other. We were friends, the kind there is no explanation for. No matter where I was, she was somewhere nearby and vice-versa. Sometimes we would have a few hours free from work...

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Not Very Nice People Chapter 1111 Mikes Choice

NOT VERY NICE PEOPLE by Crazy Baron Chapter 11: Mike's Choice Synopsis: The moment of truth has arrived for Michael Caldwell. He must choose between two different paths, but neither is free of troubles and challenges. Perhaps destiny or higher powers just cannot be fooled, regardless of what you do. ***** I was filled with a cold horror that threatened to disable my mental faculties altogether as I witnessed how a creature out of the most outlandish nightmare I could possibly...

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I Made a Choice

A story of a man and his choice to accept their daughter as his own or choose to turn his back on everything he loved. Thanks to Angel love for her editing skills. I read the report from DNA Testing Centers without anger or suspense. I had anticipated the results in part but still had no idea of whom Penny's real father was. All this report told me was that it wasn't me. That much I had already figured out. But, I had all I needed now to find out. Penny Ann Hendricks was our baby's name....

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Choices

Choices. So many choices, so many ways things could have worked out. But we make our choices, and we try to make good ones. And we take responsibility for our choices, too. Did my choices lead me inexorably to this point? Or was there an uncontrollable, unchosen outside force that got me here? Not that it really matters, because I choose, every day -- every minute of every day -- to live like this. Wasn't it Sartre who said that every day we make the choice to go on living, so we are...

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Done by Choice

Would you believe it that what I am about to tell was done by choice. Really it was a queer find, me finding a coke bottle painted pink and having a cork plugged into the neck of it, when I removed the cork, low and behold there came a cute as sexy very feminine a Genie. Commonplace to what is thought of a Genie, she was elated to being set free from her bottle, and was willing to grant me three wishes. As asked, she suggested her fancy was for making middle-aged men like me to looking like...

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Sophies Choice

"Sophie's Choice" Chapter 1 - The Awakening It was the sudden strong pungent smell (smelling salts) that brought me back to consciousness. Was it me that was brought back to consciousness? Was it a different person? It was my brain, my thoughts, my feelings, my memories. But not my body! "Stand up next to your cot at attention" the female voice coming over the loudspeaker system said. Very feminine but not to be messed with. My head spun. I tried to bring my body up to the...

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Petronellas Choice

Petronella's Choice by Bryony Two finely-dressed women were taking tea, in an opulent sitting room. Althought both were in their late 40s, they were undeniably attractive, and of athletic build. A maid stood nearby, demonstrating a near-perfect submissive pose. The Mistress of the house fussed over the tea ritual, while her visitor regarded the maid, and not for the first time she shook her head in wonderment. "I still can't believe that's actually Lord Mandrake." "I can...

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Time Manipulation Mind Control Chapter 18 Cheerleader Slaves Naughty Choice

Chapter Eighteen: Cheerleader Slave's Naughty Choice By mypenname3000 Copyright 2018 Justin Sampson The rings thrummed as I passed between them. I hurtled head-first towards the machine. I thrust my arms out before me. My skin crawled. My toes tingled. I felt the next arm spinning down at me, trailing a wake of particles that made my entire body feel like it wanted to fly apart. I hit a metal shelf around the base of the machine, hovering with the arms. I grunted, rolled, and crashed...

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The Choice

Deena’s Story Tears ran down my face as I walked up the garden path towards our new house. Blinded by the sadness, I couldn’t find the keyhole as the key scraped over the brass lock. My shoulders shuddered while I let out another cry for help. “Toby!” The door opened and I fell into the arms of my love. “Fuckin hell... what’s up with you, Rainy Face?” I didn’t know how to tell him. So I just spilled the words from my mouth. “I lost it. I don’t know what to do. I’m scared.” “Lost what?” “My...

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Angies Choice

Angie's Choice By Angela Renee Rineheart I had just turned 22, and felt as confused as when my Father passed away at age 13. I had no more of an idea what to do with my life now, as I did then. My relationship with my girlfriend of five years had arrived at a decision that needed to be made. Her family was constantly asking the question of "when are you two getting married?" It was almost Springtime, and the questioning was heating up again for a Spring...

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I had no choice

I had no choice. By Sissy Melanie 1 - In the beginning. My wife, Susan and I used to have a fairly normal life. We had been married for about five years, I felt that things were good between us. We both had reasonable jobs, we had a nice house and kept to ourselves for the most part. We were not party goers but we did like to socialize on occasion, by this, I mean going out for drinks a few times a year. We did not have a circle of friends so to speak. I met Susan while she was...

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His Birthday Her Choice

His Birthday, Her Choice by A. P. Damien Note: I've used the name "Anita" for the bottom in this scene. The producer can substitute the usual stage name of the model who enacts the part.Scene 1: Interior, a corridor, evening. Anita is walking toward the camera. She is wearing "hot" clothes, the sort of thing a college girl might wear on a date when she has decided it's time to bring her boyfriend home for the night. Her midriff is bare. She walks past the camera.Shift to a view over her...

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The Choice

The Choice Mistress looked down at me, I could see the pleasure in Her eyes as I knelt there by Her side. I was wearing hosiery, panties and a lacy bra stuffed to give the illusion that I had something worth keeping inside it. And, of course, the collar. My heels sat next to me, today I managed to wear the 5 inch heels all day without complaint, and Mistress was pleased with my progress and allowed me this small respite. She spoke, "Ah, my little Sapphic toy. Today is going to be a...

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Her Final Choice

I was tied down to a table, very tightly, my arms and legs spread out as wide as they would go. ?The man of my dreams stood above me, looking into my eyes. ??"Do you want to be my slave?"?We had spent the weekend together and it had been bliss for my masochistic heart. ?He had beaten me and fucked me with equal passion. ?I was humiliated and pushed to the edge of any limit I ever thought I had. ?I had cried more in that weekend than I had for years, but I'd also never been so excited. ?All of...

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Metamorphosis of a slave Mikahs Choice

This is book two of the Metamorphosis series. This entire series has been completed years ago, but the most boring thing on earth is editing and re-editing a book. The entire series has been a collaboration between my husband/slave and myself. We figure that it should take us anywhere from six weeks - fifty years to edit each chapter...I suppose that our emphasis on Mikah's almost minute by minute emotional state can be quite boring for most readers. But this was the aspect that most fascinated...

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Career Choice

Career choice Career choiceby JensenDenmark1. A childhood lost ?Rick. You have to come with me. Your father has been taken to the hospital? I am Rick and I am 17 years old. I live in Filmore just north of L.A, where I have lived since I was born. 2 year ago I lost my beloved mother. My father broke down and I very much got to live my own life because he shut me off and concentrated on his job. I was mourning also and my grade slipped because clothes, food etc. became a struggle when...

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Editing Reality Book Three Naughty Fantasies UnleashedChapter 15 One Choice

Steve Davies “A god,” I said. The word rippled through my soul. I had set things up to be hero-worshiped, for the entire world to see me as something more than them, but to hear my wife say it was intoxicating I glanced down at my phone, at the power it held. So many edits left... We used to be good Christians, but then we learned about all of this truth. How the Most High operated. Things changed. And now ... Now we were flirting with crossing the line into blasphemy. It was a heady...

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Choices

Choices Joss Whedon portrayed it right. High school really is hell. At least mine was. A genuine monster came to my school, and I was one of those who lived to tell the story. Sometimes I envy those who didn't survive.... It started on a very nice day at the end of October of my grade eleven year. I had hoped that the worst of the bullying I had suffered in grade ten was behind me, and for the most part it was. I still got the name-calling, mostly variations on "fag", but I could...

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Hard Choices

Rose Gallagher gathered the bibles and stacked them neatly on a bookstand. She had finished another long day at the church helping her Uncle, Daniel, who was a priest. Rose had just turned 18 at the time and had volunteered to help her uncle at the church. It was past eight at night and the sky was dark. The night was chilly forcing Rose to put on a soft cotton pink sweater. ‘Uncle Dan, I already finished picking up the bibles and song books,’ Rose said poking her head in her uncle’s office. ...

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Bikini Beach Choices

Bikini Beach: Choices By JDG Brad Damien was not a happy man, but then, he hadn't been really happy for some time. It wasn't really anything he could readily identify. He was content in his work, being a construction supervisor was rewarding. You got to see the physical manifestation of your effort come together bit by bit. It wasn't his kids. His daughter, Jan, was the prettiest 16 year old at Arcadia High School, and the best behaved too. His younger daughter, Patricia, was a...

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Bad Choices

Sammy and Kyle, two slacker dudes who spent most of their time looking for trouble, and usually finding it, were cruising slowly down Fourth Street on a Friday night in Sammy's Camaro. They were supposed to be celebrating Kyle's release from county lockup after serving nine months for assault, but the night was getting off to a slow start. "Damn, I need some pussy," Kyle moaned. "You wanna go over to Highland and find a hooker?" "Nah, I don't want some skank ho tonight. I want...

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Choices

If reading this story offends you or the law, do what I do, don't. Choices by Vickie Tern I was so miserable I felt like crying. A single sob escaped, but I stifled it, couldn't allow it. I was terribly worried yet there was nothing to do but wait. There never was. Sit in the living room, turn on the tube, turn pages in some magazine, wait. Ignore all sorts of hysterical fears. Finally realize I'd been dozing in my chair,...

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Choices

??????????? Choices.??????????? Part One.??????????? The Nipple Cull.  Page 1. ??????????? I'd called a meeting.??????????? Their attendance was compulsory.??????????? They were eating me out of house and home and I just knew my cock would get plumb worn out if I was to bang them all as much as I knew I wanted to. I'd never really intended to capture five of them at one time but now it was a done deal and the real problem was I didn't know which two of the five I liked the least. I...

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Choices

Choices By Vickie Tern "I'm sorry! You humiliated me, Keith! Now it's my turn!" She spoke precisely, with authority, and though she no longer sounded vindictive her voice could still etch glass. She'd made up her mind, and when Cynthia's mind is made up there's nothing more to say. Now I had to make up my mind. "That's how it is, Keith! My sweet disloyal husband! Your decision! You want this marriage to continue, we can get past this ... this thing you've done to me. To us....

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Sophies Choice

I’m not entirely sure when my interest in my step daughter Sophie changed from fatherly to sexual; somewhere between her sixteenth and eighteenth birthdays I suspect.It probably happened gradually, without my knowing it rather than striking me one day like a bolt from the blue, but however it happened, by the time she was eighteen I found myself with a serious crush on my wife’s pretty daughter.My name is Simon; Doctor Thompson in my professional life. I live with my wife and stepdaughter in a...

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