Hallelujah
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CHAPTER TEN
Bennie Rich watches me with a lazy irritation. His face is almost neutral, except for a slight narrowing of the eyes that seems to go away whenever he looks at anything besides me. Well, what are you going to do? I give him my best ‘open to suggestions’ look in response. I don’t have a fucking clue what I’m doing here. It’s his show, and I’m happy to let him run the ball.
He taps his pen against the desk, then sets it down and sighs. ‘What am I going to do with you, Jake?’ he asks, a wistful tone to his voice. ‘What am I going to do?’
I grunt. He’s clearly enjoying himself…he really seems to love these little power games…but I’m not going to be the sheepish apologist this time around. ‘You could always start by telling me what the fuck is going on,’ I say flatly.
A small smile flickers across his face. ‘I could, yes. I could do that. Clear the whole mess up, set your mind at ease, etcetera etcetera. I’m not going to do that. But I could.’
I lean back, cross my arms and wait. What a jackass.
‘You really messed things up for yourself with that record, didn’t you Currie?’ he smiles sweetly.
I nod, unembarrassed. ‘Is that why I’m here? So you can gloat about it? I guess I’m okay with that.’
‘Good,’ he leans back, putting his feet up on the desk. ‘That makes me very, very happy. I’ve been looking forward to doing exactly that. Yes, the legendary Jake Currie…the man who thought he knew best…really learned otherwise. He finally discovered that he’s not actually better than everybody else. He’s not blessed. He’s not unstoppable. That’s gotta hurt a little, I imagine. Being taken down a peg, finding out just where your limits sit, always does.’
I nod again. Why lie about it? He’s going way over the top, but the basic truth is there.
‘And now,’ Bennie waves his hand and opens his eyes wide, like a minstrel telling a tale, ‘he’s as confused as can be. He’s confused, because he knows he should be finished. Washed up. Deleted. He didn’t just waste an insane amount of studio time, he didn’t just cost a label a lot of money with no return. Oh, no. That wouldn’t be enough, would it? He also managed to shout at, and insult, the fucking band. The fucking producer insulted the fucking musicians! That’s one for the ages, I tell you. What were you even thinking? Musicians are so sensitive and touchy…hell, half of them are drug addicts anyway…that it’s like walking a minefield with them until you can really win them over with bullshit compliments and praise. If you ever do. Any engineer or producer worth their weight knows to be careful about how they approach the artist. Even the dumbest ones know.’ He tilts his head and shakes it. ‘But not Currie. No, not that guy. He lit into those fucks like it was the Fourth of July. And from what I hear, he still managed to be surprised when they stormed out. Yet another legendary Currie tale that will live on and on for as long as this studio stands.’ He puts his feet down, sitting up straight, and sniffs. ‘Yet, so far as you know, the band still wants you to produce. And, so far as you know, the label will still allow it. And now here you are, sitting in the office of the studio manager who once fired you…a man who didn’t much care for you even before this little fiasco started. And you wanna know why?’
‘Why?’
He reaches over to his phone, a big and aging device with rows of buttons, and rests his finger gently on one labeled ‘Front Desk.’ He smirks at me. ‘Because, my dear boy, I enjoy your confusion.’ He pushes the button down, and the phone beeps. ‘Now, please, Jennifer.’
A second later, the door opens and Walter Russell waddles in. From where I’m sitting, the door prevents his seeing me until he’s walked fully into the room. ‘Bennie,’ he smiles, ‘you needed to see…’ he trails off as he notices me, and his smile disappears. ‘What the fuck is he doing here?’ he snaps.
Damn. He stole my line.
‘Shut up and sit down, Walter,’ Bennie waves impatiently towards the adjacent cushioned visitor chair. Russell doesn’t move an inch.
‘Bennie,’ he says slowly, uncertainly, ‘I don’t know what you think-‘
‘I said sit down.’
‘No.’ His face is getting that blotchy look, and he’s breathing harder. ‘If you’ll excuse me, I have a session.’
‘It’s postponed. Doesn’t start for an hour. I already called everybody and adjusted the books so the label can be reimbursed later.’ He leans forward, resting his elbows on the table. ‘You are an adult, Walter. You’re not a rock. You’re not an island. And you do have the time.’
Russell looks at me again, hatred clouding his face, but he walks over and has a seat anyway. ‘Fine. I have the time. What do you want?’
‘I want you to help Jacob fix his session.’
Both of our eyes widen. ‘No way,’ Russell says slowly. ‘No fucking way, Bennie. That little-‘
‘Stop, Walter. Just…stop.’ Bennie looks between us with a tired frustration. ‘This isn’t about you. It’s not about either of you. It’s not about liking each other, or being friends, or holding hands. It’s sure as shit not about puppy dogs and rainbows. This is about a recording session that is in danger of becoming a real disaster. This is about an artist who has just experienced a small commercial break-through, and has commercial potential. It’s about a label that is investing their confidence in the idea that a record is going to be made here,’ he slaps his desk top, suddenly looking just as angry as his contemporary. ‘In my studio! It’s about business! It isn’t about Jacob Currie failing! And,’ he calms down a little, breathing deep, ‘it’s about music, Walter. If nothing else, it’s about that. Help the boy.’
‘No. If you think he needs help, then you help him.’ But Walter’s voice is softer, now, and his face is clearing up.
Bennie sags a little, revealing a little of that sadness that’s lived inside him for decades. ‘You know I can’t do that, Walter,’ he says quietly. ‘I can’t help him.’
Russell has the decency to look embarrassed. He closes his eyes, maybe searching for a way to argue himself free of this whole mess, and then he rubs his temples and sits up straight. ‘What’s the problem?’ he asks.
I look at Bennie, but Bennie just looks back at me, so I answer. ‘None of Teddy’s songs sound complete, or finished, but I can’t figure out what to do to get them there. It’s like I’m freezing up out there. I don’t even know how to fake it.’
He nods silently, eyes still closed, and scratches his chest as he answers. ‘You know, kid, I’ve been working in Nashville a long time. Longer than you’re able to understand, yet. I play ball the Nashville way. It’s a good way. There are clear rules and no questions. Some people look down on it, you know, but a lot more people talk about it with wonder and respect. And well they should. Even now, after all these years, this is still a town that turns out hit records and beautiful sounding albums with a consistency that nobody else can match. Nobody. I’m part of a machine, yes. But it’s a machine that music fans will be speaking about with awe in their voices for years to come. And I do my job well.’ He stops for a minute, and I wonder if he’s done, but he continues. ‘Thing is, Teddy Fields just ain’t a Nashville singer. I don’t even know what he’s doing here. And you, kid, ain’t a Nashville producer. But that’s why you worked so well together. That’s why I couldn’t do shit with that guy. My job is always to take the song and make it fit alongside other artists’ songs as best I can. Make it something anybody can hear and just…just feel, without thought or investment. Make it ready for radio. You, though, made a song…that ballad that was on the radio…that went over for the exact opposite reason. It went over because it was different. It didn’t sound like other people’s records. One listen, and it stayed with you. Two notes in and, if you’d heard it before, you recognized it. It could never be a top ten hit.
..truth be told, I still think it’s a shit song…but it was nothing if not memorable. This question you’re asking yourself…’What do I need to do to complete this song,’…I’d wager that it ain’t the question you asked yourself when you first heard that track. First time you heard it, what did you think?’
I bite my lip, trying to think back. ‘I…don’t know. I don’t think I asked any questions.’
‘The hell you didn’t. What made you treat the drums the way you did?’
‘Well, they were already such a powerful component when they came in that-‘
‘What made you feed so much reverb and emphasize the low end the way you did?’
I blink. He really does remember the song. ‘I…uh…the feel was already swampy. I just…’ and that’s it. Just like that, I know what I asked. I stare at him. ‘I asked myself what made the song unique. And then I emphasized that.’
He nods, opening his eyes. ‘That’s why you’re the guy to work with Teddy Fields. He ain’t no pretty voiced singer, or even some nasally songwriter who happens to write really great love songs. His gift, if you care to call it that, is that he’s so damn different. I always thought that if I could streamline him a little, he could really take off. I mean, if you took his originality and matched it to some of that good old Nashville perfection, it seems like you would have something for the ages. And that’s what I tried to do. What you did to me, on a personal level, was shit Jake. And the attitude you did it with was contemptuous. What’s more, with any other artist it would have been a catastrophe. But it wasn’t any other artist, and it wasn’t a catastrophe. I suppose you are just the producer for Teddy…and Teddy is just the artist for you. So take your fucking question, and make your fucking record, and leave me the hell alone.’ He glances over at Bennie. ‘Can I go?’
Bennie nods. ‘Thank you, Walter. From me.’
‘Yeah, well, you got a business to run, and I suppose you have to work with unsavory people from time to time.’ he stands up shakily, looking old. ‘But you’ve always got me to look out for you. As long as I’m here, you’ll be safe.’
When he’s gone, and the door is closed again, I turn back to Bennie.
‘You didn’t have to do that,’ I tell him.
‘Yes I did,’ he waves dismissively. ‘What goes on in my studio is concerning to me, and I won’t have failed sessions involving failed producers impacting my integrity. Now, if there isn’t anything else, I have work to do.’
I watch him go about the business of becoming engrossed in his computer screen. I don’t know much about what it must be like to be a teenager craving the approval of a distant, hard-to-please father, but I think I’m starting to get the idea. Part of me wishes I had something more to offer, some magic combination of words to string together, that would both let Bennie know how grateful I am and at the same time impress him somehow.
But that’s not going to happen, and soon enough it won’t matter anyway, so I quietly make my exit and head for home.
–
They’re showing some old woman Buck’s apartment when I get there, and the manager feels the need to introduce her to me. She’s overly friendly, probably lonely. She can’t be much younger than Grandpa was. I promise to help her move in, and she puts her hand on my arm.
‘You’re a very sweet young man,’ she tells me. I let her think so.
Jasmine isn’t home…even though I’m pretty sure she was only working a morning shift today…so I have a sandwich and a Diet Coke before calling Kennedy.
‘Hello?’ he answers almost immediately.
‘It’s Jake.’
‘Jake, thank god. I was beginning to think you were gonna do something stupid.’
‘I did. I called you. Why on earth is Teddy still wanting to record with me? I figured it was game over, after the blowup.’
‘Well, it was. At first, anyway. But the news about your loss came so quickly after the…disagreement….you know, that when I told the band they somehow came to the conclusion that you had been stressed out by your only remaining family member’s ill health, and that was what lead to your bad behavior.’
‘You lied to them?’
‘Oh, they drew their own conclusions. I just decided not to correct them when they drew poorly. They felt pretty bad about jumping on you like that, really, and I think they were regretting the whole thing even before they learned about your grandfather. It just gave them an easy way to save face while backing down.’
‘Why would you do that, though? You have to know that the sessions have been a disaster. Why not just let me go and get someone else to finish?’
‘I probably should. But my judgment is clouded by one hundred thousand paid downloads of ‘As Long As I’m Here.’ Say what you will, Jake, but you are clearly the best man for putting Teddy Fields over. And that means food on my plate.’
A hundred thousand? Holy shit. ‘And if I continue fuck it up?’
‘I don’t think you will, but that’s just me. And if you do, well…the label will eat the cost, and you’ll take all the blame. Teddy and I don’t stand to lose a thing.’
‘I can’t tell you how heartwarming that is.’
‘Hey, it wasn’t so long ago that you were one of the least forgiving and most finicky negotiators I’ve ever seen play the game, so don’t go feigning sensitivity now. Remember, I saw you when the kill was fresh and the blood was on your chin.’
‘Maybe, but I guess just don’t like you using my grandfathers death in such a crass way.’
‘I can only hope that when I go there’s somebody around who can turn my passing into something of worth.’
‘I believe that you mean that.’
‘You should.’
I shake my head. ‘So now what?’
‘Now you tell me when you’ll be ready to get back to it. And no matter what your conscience tells you, you don’t say shit to absolve the band of their false assumptions. Simple as that.’ He sounds pretty pleased with the whole idea. ‘Have you talked to Bennie yet?’
‘You knew about that?’
‘No. But I know Bennie, and last I heard from him he was plenty pissed off about how the sessions were going. The guy can’t hardly stand to stay out of something like that.’ He laughs.
‘Oh.’ Somehow, I’m disappointed. And I don’t like Kennedy laughing about it. ‘Yeah, he helped me out. Quite a bit, actually.’
‘Glad to know it. Don’t tell him I said this, but I almost think he kind of likes you. When do we start?’
‘What’s open on the schedule at Blackbird?’
‘I have Bennie’s assurance that he’s keeping Studio A open for whenever we’re ready to start.’
‘Wow,’ I raise my eyebrows again, ‘that’s awfully generous of him.’
‘Maybe it is,’ Kennedy sounds like he’s getting bored. ‘So, again…when?’
‘Tomorrow.’ I want to get this over with as fast as possible.
‘Tomorrow,’ he sounds pleased, probably mistaking my hurry for enthusiasm. ‘I’ll tell the band.’
We say goodbye and I look at the phone for a minute before hanging up, as if I could look through it and see John Kennedy looking back at me. Come to think of it, I’ve still never actually met the guy. He’s like my first middle school girlfriend…a phone call-only affair, no touching.
The door opens, and Jasmine slips into the living room. She’s dressed like someone going in for a job interview, her hospital scrubs suspiciously absent.
‘Hi,’ she says, a little sheepishly. ‘How was your meeting?’
‘Unpleasant, but the results were better than I would have expected. Where’ve you been?’
I immediately regret asking…it’s not really my business. And from the look in her eye, I can see that it has given her a little bit of satisfaction. ‘I asked AJ to meet with me one last time, before the divorce goes through. I guess I just wanted to know that he was moving on, you know? I wanted to see that life was looking up for him, so I wouldn’t feel so guilty about it all the time.’
I think of the
drunk comedian sitting on my deck chair, not so long ago, warning me about Jasmine who always gets her way. ‘And is he?’
She nods, but she doesn’t elaborate and she looks away as she does it.
‘Huh.’ I don’t even act like I believe her.
She looks tired. ‘Have you eaten?’
‘I had a sandwich. I’m not really hungry.’
‘Oh.’ She shuffles from one foot to the other. ‘Are you going to be…recording again soon? Is that what everything was all about?’
‘Yup. Tomorrow. I guess I’m finishing this album after all.’
She studies my face. ‘And then?’
I shrug. ‘It doesn’t change anything.’
Her shoulders fall a bit. ‘I suppose that’s good.’
‘I think it is.’
‘Well. Okay.’ Without another word, she shuffles into her bedroom and closes the door.
I fall into the couch, dropping my head back onto the cushions and sighing. The whole thing makes me exhausted. I can’t wait until it’s over.
A bottle of wine would probably do me good, but I seem to have lost my appetite for drinking lately. Just like I’m losing my appetite for a lot of things. This shifting desire has left me with a surplus I don’t know what to do with. Don’t want it, can’t hardly get rid of it. Maybe I should just drink it all down and walk away.
I yawn. Another time, perhaps.
–
The band comes in hanging low, a somber procession of floor-gazing children who know they fucked up. It’s an unpleasant sight. I remember what Kennedy said, and I know that the sympathy they feel right now is the only reason we’re even here, but I’m not about to purger myself and invoke my grandfather’s name for the sake of a fucking recording session. It’s a promise I make.
‘Go get setup,’ I tell them immediately, preempting any discussion on the matter. ‘I have a few ideas I want to try out, and we’ve only got about five days left to us.’
Teddy studies my face. ‘Yeah. Sure. Listen, Jake-‘
‘Just go, Teddy. I need for us to move fast. I haven’t had my head in the game for a while now. But it wasn’t about family, or dying, or any of that. Truth is, I wanted to think it was about you, for a while there. But it wasn’t. It’s about me. And right now I’m feeling ready to fix all that, so I need you to get the fuck into the studio and play some fucking music.’
He smiles through the sad eyes. ‘Yeah. Sure, Jake.’ I don’t think he believes me, but who the fuck cares? I didn’t lie. That’s all I can give him.
Brian hasn’t said much since I arrived, but he gives me that half-smile now. ‘Sounds like we’re in for it, today. You look pretty confident.’
‘Well, I’m not,’ I admit, going over to watch the band through the Plexiglas. ‘But at least now I’m asking the right question.’
In the reflection, I see him give me a sideways look as he turns back towards the console. Whatever. Flipping the talkback, I tell the band to start with ‘Open it Up.’
‘Sure thing,’ Teddy says. ‘Are we recording straight up?’
‘Absolutely. But I want to try something. Just humor me, okay?’
‘Okay,’ he doesn’t look like he likes where this is going. ‘What?’
‘See that supply closet to your left? On the north side of that is a row of electric guitars. Fish out something that looks like 1959. Underneath me on the wall your facing is a row of little practice amps. Do you see the one that says Rivera across the front? It’s a maroon color.’
‘Yeah. I see it.’
‘Plug the guitar you use directly into that. Don’t change the settings on the amp…I set them up this morning.’
Teddy looks over at the closet, then at his band, and then up at the control room window. I know what he’s thinking: ‘Oh, shit, the kid’s still trying to change us.’
‘Can I ask why?’
‘You said you’d humor me. Just one run through like this…I want to hear how it sounds.’
‘We have time for that?’
‘Your manager pointed out to me just yesterday that if we go over budget, it’s my ass and not yours. Let me do with my ass as I will.’
He snorts a laugh. ‘Well, when you put it like that.’
While he’s fishing out a guitar, I turn back to Brian. ‘You know what I hear when I listen to this song?’
‘What?’ he asks.
‘I hear ‘I Saw Her Standing There,’ mixed with ‘Houndog,’ stirred together with The Stones doing ‘Route 66.’ You know what I’m saying?’
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Growing up without a father figure and being raised by a woman, i was always more feminine and girly than boyish. i chose barbie dolls and dress up over gi joes and power rangers. i never really had any friends, pretty much bullies saw me as an open target to pick on. i didnt enjoy school until i got older and Junior Highschool started, thats when things started changing. I started to go into puberty and I was maturing. My body was changing to what i thought at the time (being young and...
I am a widower and my sister, Audrey, is a widow. She lives in a bungalow not far from mine. Earlier this year I took my caravan to a campsite in the south of France by the Mediterranean. When there I went to a nudist beach and became brown all over. When I returned home I went to Audrey's bungalow and she commented on my sunburnt face… She said that the weather on the campsite must have been very good. I told her that it was and I was brown all over because I'd been to a nudist beach. At that...
Incest“So, Annbrith, you used to be a concubine? What happened?” Roger now inquired as they headed to Jeffrey’s for lunch. “Oh, yes ... Well, it’s not very pleasant, but it needs to be said. I was ... a whore. A prostitute. Call girl. A hooker. I was turned out by my sponsor and made to turn tricks for anyone and everyone that he had in mind. I didn’t get a choice as to my johns or clients or whatever. I was required to service them all. Regardless of ages. Regardless of hygiene. Regardless of...
Yakhir swallowed his nervousness and squared his shoulders in the barren hallway before he knocked on his father's door, before he knocked on Master Atto's door he corrected himself. A gruff voice on the other side barked an order to enter. "Master Atto, I have completed a full month's mourning and desire to take up my apprentice duties again," Yakhir spoke to the floor with flattering, false humility. A brief survey of the office left no doubt that this man meant to sweep away any...
"Timmy, please try to be sensitive to his feelings when he first sees you?" Suzi said as she rung the doorbell. "Don't just walk in and say Hi, Eric." "Hi, Eric," Suzi said when he answered the door. "Hi Suz," Eric said surprised. "I would have... " Suzi stepped out of the way so he could see who was standing behind her, and after a brief moment of not recognizing me, Eric's face became chalky white before he rolled his eyes up and promptly fainted. "Eric!" Suzi said...
Author’s note: Sorry for the delay, and there will likely be one with the next chapter. I caught up to myself. Thanks to estragon for help with copy editing. ================================== © 2011 All Rights Reserved The night after meeting Ryan’s parents, Brody was playing pool with Drew, Bax, and Tolya at an Arlington sports bar. He took his shot, missed, and stepped back for Drew, and told them about the dinner. ‘Her dad asks me if I ever played football, because obviously he thinks...
I'd heard Liz Larimer sing a couple dozen times before she became a star. I had seen her first public appearance when she was 14 years old on the stage at the high school. I had seen all or parts of her performances in two productions at the amusement park near the township where we both grew up. I thought I knew what to expect when she took the stage. I stood with my friends in the dugout as we waited for her to make her way through the door that led from the team's clubhouse. The noise...
I say thanks, you were great too, and I will, giving her a big smile. So there i was, in their house alone, ( which was a first,)so i lock the door after Jodie leaves, i go to the bathroom, have a quick wash, and clean myself of Jodies smells, and then go and sit on the lounge watching TV. It was 4pm and helen was due to be home, I doze or on the lounge Because next thing I feel is Helen had easd my pants down, and was grinding her pussy on my dick getting me hard and waking me...
Note: This is a novel, not a short story. It is designed to be long. Chapter 22 Home at Last It is certainly nice to be back home. Humbly had the dining room all warm and cozy. ‘Glass of sherry, Sir?’ ‘Yes, Humbly. Thank you.’ ‘Dinner will be out soon.’ ‘That sounds lovely. Please join me.’ ‘Yes, Sir.’ I wonder if Gracie is still upset with me. This will not be an easy talk when we see one another again. I dread the thought of making her upset, but this is not about upsetting her. It...
"You little fucking fuck-monkeys I'm gonna fuck you so hard you'll think its fucking christmas you little horny fucking stud-midgets-" rambled Sarah in rampant sexual rapture. She wanted to be fucked so badly by every pygmy cock in the village, as if she needed to consume the defensless little black folk with her aching vagina, she felt ravenous, predatory, slutty with extreme prejudice, she wanted their cum, was desperate for it. "It's a white fucking christmas for you hot little fucking human...
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I had never had sex before that fearful day I decided to skip a class and hang out in the wooded area behind the track field. Bruce, Charlie and Daniel came charging down the path claiming that the Principle was chasing them. Believing what they said I started to run with them till we found ourselves out side one of their home. Assaulted a undressed I was pulled across the floor and hung over an ottoman naked from my waist down and forced to endue the most vile thing my mind could imagine at...
She returned ten minutes later. She said, “We have a firm price on the two you drove. We will hold that price as long as both vehicles are here.” She showed us the paper with the offer. They were seven hundred dollars higher than Karen’s number which made it a very good deal according to what we had found. Karen said, “We need to talk for a moment. Brad, let’s go outside where we can look at the cars. Brenda, wait for us a moment. We’ll come back inside no matter what.” Brenda nodded. We...
This is a story i found on a page that's been inactive for a few years. This is such a hot story and it needs to posted again for people to view and enjoy. I am only copy pasting this story. Please read and enjoy. Have any problem tell me and it shall be removed. Thank you.Storeroom with Father-in-lawMy name is Suganya, a house-wife aged 30. I reside with my husband and our four c***dren, at Chennai in India. We are a middle-class South Indian family. My husband is a nice man and takes good...
Co-written by Jaymal and Black Velvet Brandon’s cock pressed like a rising drawbridge to the crack of Janice’s plump ass, as he carried her down the hallway. He was robust of build and could carry his voluptuous burden with ease. She was wrapped around him tight, clinging to his shoulders, panting out wariness and arousal. He had shocked her, the effect lingering in her eyes. The high-school student had a sudden strange affinity with the porn-stud who kept showing up in scenes he downloaded – a...
First TimeI was about 14 and there was a girl in the apartment complex that was 12. She used to hang out with us and one Summer day she was with me and two of my buddies in my apartment. It was the early 70s when no one watched where their kids hung out. GREAT time. One buddy said we should play strip poker (he read about it in Playboy). We were all for it but when he explained how it worked to the girl she said no way. But then she said she didn't mind if we played. So we all played poker until...
Eating Italianby Jim Robert Bader "Hello," my girlfriend smiled at me with a winsome expression as she answered me at the door, looking good enough to eat, and with very good reason. "Hi yourself," I said as I took her in with a long and thorough study, seeing the cute little dress she had on that was so short that it showed off her legs from crotch level on down to her beautifully well-shaped feet, currently adorned by a pair of lacy thong sandals. "Come inside," she said with her breathy...
Naked, Drunk, And Passed Out In My Backyard I heard a car take off with its tires screeching all the way down the block. For some reason I looked out my bedroom window into the backyard. It looked as if someone was sleeping in one of my lawn chairs. So I put on my sweat pants and went down to check it out. Sure enough it was Tommie from next door. She was drunk off her ass and she was only sixteen years old. I could tell that she had had sex with more than one boy too. She had dried...
“All this time,” I yelled at the top of my lungs. “All these years and it had been you all along. Janet considered you a friend! Her worst enemy and her ultimate target was hiding in plain sight the whole time.” He laughed, “Hiding in plain sight is the best way to do it, boy. I made sure after I killed my cousin to ensure I was in the shadows. Then I appointed that fool to act in my stead, using a link to send messages through. I would be able to relay information and orders for Feror to...
I decided to see Jake again for another sex session. I wore my sexy number from last time as he really liked it. I wore purple lipgloss this time instead of red and no knickers I met Jake at his house as it was empty. He opened the door and dragged me in. He got hold of me and dragged me up the stairs. However halfway up we just started snogged hard and fast. We could not resist and we went at it on the stairs. I was sat on the stairs halfway up and him on top of me. He snogged me and his hand...
I went down to the gym to work off some of the weight from the turkey leftovers. I also wanted some time to think. That idea was really out of place; I should wait until all my family was here so we could have a family chat. We needed to have an open discussion about the building. I just wanted all my thoughts together. Would the building fit our needs, was it too big? Would it be in our price range? Susan indicated that the estate wanted to dump so they could get closure. But sometimes that...
Chapter 1 – The Training Session ‘Not another training session! I can’t afford the time away from the office. You know I’m behind on the Thompson’s quarterly tax payment calculations and we need to get the rest of the partnership bookkeeping done to finalize that’. My plea fell on deaf ears. I had to go. I couldn’t argue against the entire accounting profession. It wasn’t even like it was training in some place exotic. OK, I could put up with training in Las Vegas or San Francisco – but Kansas...
Jane and I walked back through the house and we found a lot of the guests were now eating and drinking in the dining room, including Julia who was standing there chatting with a disconsolate Tina standing beside her on her silver chain. I walked up to my wife and stroked her red bum, which was still showing the marks where Kathy had spanked her during the sex session, and said, “Glad you enjoyed my session with Jane – we will definitely have to invite Kathy and her to stay with us, don’t you...
Alan and Allison were newcomers to the small northern sea side town; they had decided to move north after selling their small business in the south. Tired of the long cold winters they had moved up the coast in search of a warm tropical climate. Travelling in a caravan, stopping at different resorts until quite by chance, decided to take a small road off the highway, ending up at a caravan park close to the beach. It was perfect, not too far north where the summers would be too hot, but far...
Our neighbours, Steve and Candy are a fit and attractive couple in their late 30’s. We’ve known each other for about four years and socialised as part of a larger group fairly regularly. Candy and my wife, Renee, are part of the same book club. It all started about a year ago at a fund raising function, Candy who was working behind the bar, would lean over the bar and kiss Renee on the lips each time she came up to order a drink. Renee is a tall and very sexy 45 year old, apparently in her...
BisexualUnspoken Love Janet L. Stickney [email protected] I suppose I should have known better when I left the house, but after waiting so long, I just couldn't help myself. I spent almost two hours getting ready for my first debut outside the house, then, drawing in a deep breath, I casually walked outside, got in the car, and left. I never looked better, or felt more afraid in my entire life, yet the exhilaration I felt when the cooler air hit my legs was enough to help me deny the...
Today, the spectacular Lisi Kitty comes to Private Specials, A Private Massage With… as our next horny masseuse, and this busty blonde is ready to take care of Potro in true Private style! A deepthroat blowjob serves as the perfect warm-up for this oily sex debut as Lisi gets a mouthful of cock under the massage table through the glory hole. Then watch the rest of the action on www.private.com as she treats her lucky client to a titjob and a slippery anal fuck that has big natural tits bouncing...
xmoviesforyou‘I know. For the n’th time, I know.’ ‘Well come ON then. I want to be in the car park when they arrive.’ ‘Okay, okay.’ ‘Is everything ready for them, toys “hidden” where they can’t avoid finding them. The gear, the baccy and skins, and a few pre-skinned joints.’ ‘Look, Jennifer, you’ve already checked everything is in place half-a-dozen times.’ What about the way I’m dressed? Will he like it?’ ‘We’ve already been through this.’ ‘I know, I’m just nervous, that’s all.’ ‘Sit down, skin one...
I was surrounded by darkness. It was thick and oppressive, weighing down on me as if it were a physical thing. I tried to call out for someone, but the darkness stole the sound of my voice. The silence around me was deafening. I saw movement in the darkness. As I watched, a figure began to approach me. I could see him as clear as if he were in daylight. He was the same man who had appeared to me in my dreams once before. He was clad in black flowing robes with scarlet trim. The symbol of an...
I liked my sister, Connie, even if I didn’t really know her. I was the “surprise” of the family, born twelve years after her. When I was starting elementary, she was off to college; as I was entering my teen years, she was married. I dare say I wouldn’t have known her at all if she and her husband had not decided to stay at the Beach. Of course, she married up, so they lived at the North End. But we still got together for the holidays and she came by to visit with Mom and Dad several times a...
MasturbationB.Narakash is a close friend of mine. His family consists of his dad, mom, and 2 fleshy sisters. Mom’s name is Thamiram – a wonderful tamil name. Elder sister – Anbu. Younger sister – Thabavathy (everybody calls her Thabu). Lets cut the boring usual preample and cut to the fuck.Anbu Akka is holding the counter top in her kitchen and bending her entire torso to give me access to her cunt…..I’m fucking her doggy style, with saree & petticoat bunched in her hip, holding her ass buns with both...
IncestI had had no luck with the ladies, and mom hadn’t dated since she divorced dad, so we had both decided to go to a dating agency. We had to do tests to profile your personality, likes, dislikes preferences etc. A few days later I got a phone call giving me the opportunity for a date with a lady called Sandy, she was an older woman, which has always been my preference, blonde with a medium to slim build. We had similar interests and dislikes and our love rating was 95%!Later on Mom came in from...
I was a late bloomer I got married had k**s bought a home had all the things to make a happy home but I was restless i needed something else. I was going out with other women about once a week and it was fun and sometimes very hot i even had a few three somes but I always felt I needed something more. One night when I was driving home there was this girl standing a crosswalk waitting for a taxi she was very hot so I put down the passanger window and offered her a lift she got into my car, the...