Sultana Chapter 5 Serpents
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The woman walked up the scrub-brush and sage covered hillside, from a distance it was apparent she was having trouble walking up the loose shale and gravel that covered the modestly steep slope. She had a walking stick, a whittled cedar staff really, that she used assiduously to pick her way up through the rocks and brush that peppered the hills and bottom-lands of Montana’s Paradise Valley. For all her apparent effort, however, the woman appeared happy as she whistled old show tunes – her pace revealed that a measured, leisurely day was unfolding. She paused every now and then to stop and look out over the valley – the staggeringly majestic mountains that lined the east and west walls of this valley that led to Yellowstone National Park- and occasionally she bent down to examine a bright purple wildflower, and a gentle smile would cross her face. To anyone looking on the scene, she would have looked like a woman lost within the overwhelming beauty of a glorious summer day. The mountain air was crisp and cool, the dome of the sky bright blue – and not a single cloud crossed the sun-dappled mountains that held the women within their embrace.
The reddish rocks often gave way under the woman’s feet, and she would slide for a brief moment, then catch the drift with her staff. These capricious slides upset the woman not at all, she seemed to relish them – revel in her proximity to the dangers of nature – then she would resume her upward trek. The sage and scrub thinned as she gained elevation, taller trees loomed in the distance, perhaps another five hundred feet higher up the slope. The loose shale gave way to broad swathes of granite covered with dark grey boulders and rust colored rocks, and the vibrant wild-flowers that had covered the lower slopes grew more stunted at this altitude – if they grew at all.
The woman heard it on an instinctual level before she reacted – the unmistakable sound of a rattlesnake – and she seemed to freeze in mid-stride. The sound was difficult to locate, in fact, it seemed to come from all around her. The buzzing rattle filled the air, an occasional hiss accented the warning and filled the woman with a cold dread borne of instinct. She remained still, but turned her head slowly as she tried to locate the viper.
She saw it! there! between a rock and some brush. But no, this snake was motionless, in fact, a wad of translucent stuff was massed about halfway down the serpents body. It was molting – shedding it’s skin – and was in no position to rattle. Still the sound continued, indeed, seemed to increase. The woman looked around to her left, up the hillside, and her heart froze. Not more than a yard away she spotted a small rattlesnake coiled, looking at her, readying to strike. Even as she took in this threat she saw another to the left of the coiled viper, and watched in horror as this rattlesnake moved down the hill toward her.
The coiled rattlesnake launched through the air – striking – and the woman reacted in time to move her walking staff. The three foot long snake struck the staff, and sensing it’s mistake, fell to the ground at the woman’s feet and began to re-coil. The woman hopped down the hillside – away from the coiling snake – and the rattling grew louder still! As she came to a precarious rest, she looked down the hill to her right and saw one, no, two more rattlesnakes. Too late, the woman realized that she had walked into a nest of molting rattlesnakes. Hadn’t the woman at the inn warned her that rattlesnakes were aggressive when molting? She heard another viper join the chorus, this one she sensed was behind her, and she spotted another one right ahead of her position.
She was surrounded.
The closest snake that she could see was about five feet away and coiling, she swung around wildly now, trying to identify the nearest threat, and she kept the staff firmly in her hands to counter the next attack.
Which came from a rattlesnake right behind her – one she hadn’t seen – and the impact of the strike felt like a burning hammer-blow as the serpent’s fanged-head drove into the calf-muscle of her right leg. She screamed and swung her staff around, knocking the snake off her leg and down the hill. The woman looked down at her leg and saw a small tear in the taupe gabardine of her trousers. She saw a small red stain beneath the fabric, and she felt her heart race, the blood arcing through her veins, pounding in her temples. Presently, she became very afraid of death, of dying on the side of a mountain in Montana while on vacation, away from her beloved Manhattan. Visions of her son spending the summer with his father flashed through her mind’s eye, and she recoiled from visions of the bitter divorce and custody fight that had defined the past two years of her life. The woman lifted into airs of recent years – of her life reeling off in sepia-toned playback, the mistakes, the simple joys, hopes realized and dreams deferred . . .
. . . Another rattlesnake was readying to strike, but the woman was now almost oblivious to the threat. She seemed to sway, her staff began to falter . . .
Through visions of her son’s happy smile, the woman heard a tinkling sound – bells! she thinks. Bells?! She feels light-headed, and her right leg burns – like a muscle cramp, and she seems to remember the sensation from some other existence. She suddenly hears the warning from the nearest viper, the one off to her right, but she continues to hear bells. Little bells . . . coming for her.
Are they Angels? she thinks. Oh, God! Not now. . .
She watches with cold dread filling her soul as the snake strikes, and seems startled by a brown and white blur that flashes through her field of view . . . as the snake arcs through the air the blur intercepts it in mid-air, and it is gone.
A dog has the snake in it’s mouth, and she watches with curious detachment as it viciously shakes the snake in it’s mouth and tosses the broken body away. The woman is barely aware of another dog behind her, and then the beating of a horse’s hooves drumming up the rocks farther down the slope. She hears the loud report of a rifle, and bits of rock fly up from the ground by her left foot. She looks down to her left and sees the bloody mess of a dead rattler twitching and roiling as death consumes it, and the feeling of dissolution becomes overwhelming . . .
The woman feels herself falling . . .
. . . as she hits the ground she becomes aware of another rattler – on the ground – looking her in the eye . . . readying to strike. The viper seems huge, it’s body as big as a large grapefruit, and as it coils, preparing to strike the woman in the face, she has the feeling that an endless evil is looking down right through her. Within the fathomless black eyes of the snake she feels the eternal emptiness of death . . .
. . . And then the snake strikes . . .
. . . And again the woman is aware of a brown and white streaking blur – and the snake is gone. In its place she hears the howling screams of a dog in agony, and she tries to lift her head and look, but her face feels like hot asphalt melting in the sun, and she is glued to the rock and gravel that bind her to the earth, to this life. . .
. . . She sees boots on the ground, moving around, moving . . .
. . . She feels her disembodied self rising in the air, but she feels strong arms under and around her, lifting her, she smells sweat and sage, and then she is swinging through the air. There is nothing left to feel, she thinks. She senses a man, feels his shoulder against her face, and she can hear the hurried beat of the hooves as the horse makes it way down the mountain. She thinks she feels cold, but isn’t sure, and suddenly it is night.
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When her eyes open, it is dark.
She is aware of pain – pain everywhere. Her right leg seethes with pain, as does the top of her left hand. She feels as if her body is on fire – yet she is cold to the innermost core of her being. She
feels sweat running down her face as her leg boils and ripples in poisoned agony, yet on another plane she is aware that she cannot really feel her leg, that it is dead to this world. She is living in the mirror of her dreams, past and present fused in silent agony, echos of unknown futures fill her hearing, and destiny denied covers her eyes with the darkness she loathes.
A woman – a nurse – is bending over her, shining a light in her eyes. A probe in her ear, soft-warm fingers reading delicate pulses, a cool wash-cloth soothes her burning face. She tries to speak, but her throat feels like gravel. A spoon of crushed ice, then another, and the waiting darkness returns.
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Sun-dappled waves reach distant shores. Lavender air roiled in coiled memory leaps at unsuspected innocence, and pain sears the blind man. He cries ‘How could this be’ as his life washes away from his sightless eyes. So soon, too soon, was it but a dream?’
Who was the man?
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The room is full of early morning light, and she looks at her left hand. The coiled plastic viper has struck, and the serpents fang has lodged in her hand. Clear fluids flow into her, and she screams in horror, reaches for the wound, pulls at it. Searing pain, blood, and it is night again.
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The blind man is there again. He is holding her in the womb of night. He is caressing her face. She can hear him. ‘You’ll be alright. Just hang on.’ Spider’s webs of lightning dance across her mind’s eye and she smells the man, feels his strength flowing into her, feels the core of his resolve pulling her from the cold grasp of night. She has never known such peace.
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And he is there.
The room is full of light. Mountains float above pale mist as in a Chinese landscape. But the smell, disinfectant? Not sage covered hills. Beige walls, the steady hum of electrical equipment, she notices an IV bottle hanging from a metal pole. Her left hand is heavily bandaged, a new IV line dangles from her right arm, and her hands are bound to the bed. She tests the restraints, and she wonders why they are there.
The man is there in the room, he is sitting in a blue chair looking out the room’s solitary window. She watches him, studies him.
He is an older man, maybe fifty, perhaps older than that. His skin is sun-worn and rough, his face is creased from the simple cares of a hard life, and his hair dances between silver-grey and reddish-brown. The beard he wears is white, it covers a chiseled face capped by piercing blue eyes. The man is wearing an old work shirt – faded blue from years under the undiluted sun of the high Rockies, and his jeans appear faded from honest work. She sees wisdom in the man’s face, and peace.
His eyes turn toward hers, and he sees her eyes as if for the first time. A smile crosses his face.
‘So, you’re back with us, huh. Decided to rejoin the living after all?’
She tries to speak, but nothing emerges from the sand and gravel that fill her mouth.
‘How ’bout some water? Nurse said it’s OK.’
She nods her head and he is beside her, holding a plastic cup to her mouth. He takes the curved straw and places it in her mouth and she pulls a sip of ice cold water into her mouth. Then another, this one much longer. The liquid catches, and she coughs, the water spills out of her mouth onto her pale blue hospital gown. The man pulls the glass away and has a towel under her mouth in seconds, he blots her dry.
‘Take it easy, girl. There’s plenty and I can get more.’ Without having to ask, she feels the straw at her mouth and she cautiously takes it and drinks again. She has never been thirstier in her life and somehow this man knows that. She can see worn out empathy all over his face.
‘Better?’ he asks.
She nods. ‘Dogs . . . I saw dogs.’
‘Atticus Finch and Scout,’ the man says.
‘You a lawyer?’ she asks, a little smile dancing across her face.
‘Don’t believe in ’em,’ he says, smiling.
‘I heard one scream. Was it . . . is it OK?’
‘Yeah. That was Scout. She’s still at the Docs. She knows better, but that was one helluva big snake. She knew you were a goner, so she took a chance. She had a tough two days, but she’s gonna make it.’
‘Two days?’
‘Yeah. I pulled you down the mountain Saturday morning. It’s Tuesday. Tuesday Afternoon.’
‘Where am I? Tuesday Afternoon? Isn’t that a song?’
‘Bozeman. Bozeman Methodist Hospital. You were pretty sick, girl.’
‘I think I would be pretty dead if you hadn’t come along.’
The man looked down at the floor, his face flushed a little. ‘Well, you got yourself into a pretty bad spot, Mam. Finch heard your scream, I think, before I figured out what it was. He led me to you. You’ll need to thank him, not me.’
‘I will. What’s your name?’
‘Jake. Jacob Corrigan, Mam. Nice to meet you.’ He reached out and put his hand on hers and gave it a familiar pat. ‘Just thought I’d drop by and check and see if you were doing better today. You had ’em pretty wigged-out after you yanked your IV out.’
The woman looked at her left hand. ‘That’s what that was?’
‘Hasn’t anyone talked to you yet?’ asked Corrigan.
‘Nope.’
‘Figures. Uh, is there anyone I can call for you, Mam?.’
‘My room at the inn . . .?’
‘All taken care of. When I rode in, Mrs Parker called the paramedics, and she packed your stuff up. I brought it down yesterday.’
‘When can I get out of here?’
The man shook his head. ‘No word yet.’
‘Oh, excuse me, Jake. My name is Madeleine Townsend, and I’m from New York.’
‘Well, OK, Madeleine Townsend from New York. I’m gonna go find a nurse or a doc and find out what the program is. Back in a minute . . .’
Madeleine sat there in the bed, and for the first time realized that her right leg felt very, very strange. She felt the room spinning, and darkness reached out for her . . .
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‘Madeleine, Miss Townsend, I’m Dr Payson. You awake?’
Madeleine shook herself awake, tried to focus on the woman floating above her, but she felt foggy and on fire. She nodded at the woman.
‘Madeleine, the antibiotics and anti-venoms haven’t done the trick. Gangrene is setting in. We’re going to have to operate on your leg. I don’t think we’ll have to amputate, but we’ll probably have to take some tissue. Do you understand what I’m saying, Madeleine?’
‘Yes, ah, where’s Jake?’ Jake, she’s thinking. Who is Jake?
‘I’m here, Madeleine.’ Her head moves toward the voice, and she sees the only friend she has in this strange new world. She looks across her now-tented leg, across the bed, across the infinite gulf of her little room to the face she now trusts above all others. ‘Will you be here when I come back?’
‘You betcha,’ she hears the man say, his smile warm and his eyes radiating hope.
‘When do you need to do this,’ Madeleine asks.
‘Sooner the better. Now. We’ve got an O.R. all set, all I need is your OK.’
‘This is the best option?’
‘I’m afraid it’s the only one at this point. If this stuff spreads up into your thigh . . . Well, I don’t want to think about that right now. We’re not gonna let that happen, OK?’
‘Then let’s do it.’
The physician patted her on the arm and gave her a gentle squeeze. ‘OK, I’ll see you upstairs.’
‘Jake?’
‘Yes, Madeleine, I’m here’. What is it?’
‘Jake, I, uh. Have you been able to get in touch with my son?’
‘They’re on their way. Your son and your, ah, husband.’
She hears the concern in his voice. ‘Ex-husband, Jake.’
‘I’m gonna meet ’em at the airport. Five-twenty.’
‘Is it Friday?’
‘Nope, Girl. Saturday. My, you can sleep!’
‘Jake? I love you . . .’
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Madeleine is sitting up in the blue chair, talking with her son about his kayak trip around Mount Desert Island with his father. She listens as he talks about seals and eagles and the sun dancing like white diamonds on the cold black waters of Northeast Harbor. She can feel the chilly warm scene on her skin like the memories that gave birth to the smile on that boy’s face oh so many years ago and she is back there, lost to the present, drifting.
‘Mom? Did you know he was an astronaut?’
The words jerk her back into the present. ‘Who?’ she asks.
‘Jake. Man, Mom, he was a shuttle astronaut. Made three trips. He’s really cool. You didn’t know?’ Her son is talking, relating all he’s learned about the man from nurses and other locals, but she doesn’t hear him anymore.
She sits in her silence, pondering the meaning of it all. An old cowboy with two dogs saves her from a herd of rattlesnakes, and he’s some kind of national hero. She feels like she’s been falling in love the Horse Whisperer and all of a sudden she feels like a fool. She wonders where he is, she hasn’t seen him in what feels like days, and she knows in her heart she misses him, wants, no needs, to see his eyes and hear his voice. She feels like she’ll never be able to breathe again unless he’s there. And now she knows it’s all been a dream, her need for him, the intensity of what she feels in her heart for him.
She looks down at the stump that was her right leg, and she feels an emptiness like she’s never known before, and it feels as if she’s falling into a black hole, and all that lies ahead is a yawning chasm of infinite despair.
She hears her son’s voice again, and pulls out of the dive that threatens to consume her. ‘Really? An astronaut?’ she says. She feels a hand take hers and looks up at Jake. But . . . she was listening to her son, where is he?
‘How you doing today?’ she hears him say, and she looks down at the stump of her leg with that consumptive emptiness spinning in the air all around her, and she feels herself falling.
‘Where’s Toby?’ she hears her voice, so thinks she must have asked a question.
‘Where are you, darlin’? That’s the question I’d like to know the answer to. Where are you?’
She is looking at Jake the cowboy and trying to do the calculus that says the man in front of her is an astronaut, a hero, and it doesn’t compute. She feels a sudden fullness in her face, and her skin begins to burn. A tear forms in her eye, and falls, a silent sentinel guarding the walls of her resolve, but the wall crumbles, and she is aware of nothing but shame. She covers her face with her hands and falls into the darkness that hovers in the air around her like a vulture.
She feels old, time-worn hands on her hands, then wind-chapped lips brushing her forehead.
‘Madeleine, I’m here. You need to talk to me . . .’
But she is gone, drifting in silence. He holds her face, kisses her forehead again. He looks into her eyes, watches as the blackness of her depression envelopes her, watches as she withdrawals from the world of the living.
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She is sitting in a wheelchair on a small concrete patio, a nurse at her side. The air is much cooler now, the sun lower in the sky. She looks around at the mauve colored brick walls of the hospital, it feels like a prison to her now, but it feels like home, too. She shifts in the wheelchair, her stump lifts the blue blanket covering her lap and it begins to slide from her lap. She reaches for it, but too slowly, and it falls to the ground. She tries to reach for it, but can’t, and feels angry at her inability to do even simple things anymore. She can feel the depression beating in the air around her, and resolves not to give in to it.
She sees Jake walking toward her, and her heart soars. And there is a dog. Brown and white, curly hair, a short tail. It looks like a Springer Spaniel, she thinks, and she is instantly focused on the animal, watching it as it comes closer, feeling an infinite love for the deep brown eyes and proud demeanor. The dog walks beside Jake, seems fused to him, but there is not deference in the animal, he walks not beside a master, but a friend. She watches as Jake leans down and points toward her, and the dog trots ahead and comes right up to her chair. The dog looks at her face, then her legs, and noticing the stump of her leg he moves his head there and sniffs.
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Hello friends, en peyar Ashok ippozhuthu thaan vayathu 20 aagugirathu, naan diploma padithu varugiren. Naan padikum kalluriyil enaku nerungiya nanban oruvan irunthaan avan peyar arun, en vayathu thaan aagugirathu. Avan thangaiyudan eppadi kama thodarbu eer patathu enbathai indru tamil kama kathaiyil pagirugiren, vaarungal kathaikul selalam. Oru naal engal kalluriyil stirck seithu irunthaargal, appozhuthu enaku engu selvathu endru theriya villai. Athanaal en nanban veetirku andru sendru...
November 25, 1986, Chicago, Illinois “The board approved the budget with consulting, rather than full-time staff,” Dave said as soon as I’d said ‘hello’ when I answered the phone. “Excellent!” I said. “Did the budget request cover both programmers for the whole year?” “It did. They did approve an additional position, but that’s for supervising the computer operators and managing the Prime Computers, not for programmers. That’s exactly what Mr. Forster had in his original budget...
Yeh bilkul sach story hai jab main sal ka tha aek din main bus main ja raha tha aek pathan mery peechy aakar kar khara ho gaya bus main kafi rash tha aksar bus ko jhatka lagta wo pathan ka lund seedha meri gand par aa lagtakafi der pathan rash ka faeda authaty hooy apna lund meri gand par pherta raha kuh der baad pathan nay mujs say poocha tum kahan jati hai main nay main sadar watch khareedny ja raha hun pathan kaha hamra watch ka dukan hai hum tum free mai watch day ga tum hamary saath chalo...
‘Hi’ my name is June. My dream has and will always be to become the best teacher the world has ever seen. When I finished school I decided to first gain some hands on experience as a private tutor at a school in my neighborhood. I was excited that day. I really wanted to make an impression on my students. So, I wore my favorite black dress with pink straps and with a pink bow under my boobies. My friends always say I look young and cute in that dress. Hopefully, this way the students would feel...
Its true story , around 8 years ago I met this boi name Gazzi….at that time he was 18 years, very cute handsome , slim , very fair white complexion . He is about 5’8″ and 115lbs very sexy looking and very girlish boi. He is Pathan from Peshawer and newly migrated to Canada. His family is rich and business people. Let me introduced myself ….I was 25 years of age at the time of this story (now my age is 33 years) , and I was a university student, doing my masters degree in sciences. I am 6’2″...
Gay MaleIts true story around 8 years ago and I met this boy name Gazz at that time he was 18 years, very cute handsome slim very fair white complexion. He is about 5’8 and 115 lbs very sexy looking and very girlish boy. He is Pathan from Peshawer and newly migrated to Canada. His family is rich and business people. Let me introduced myself and I was 25 years of age at the time of this story now my age is 33 years and I was a university student doing my masters degree in sciences. I am 6’2 tall and...
Gay MaleHowie was up at dawn. He ran and worked out. Then he drew in his garage studio for an hour. At ten he was at the FIJI house helping the other pledges as they cleaned the house. "Chief, what have you got that Dorothy sees in you?" a pledge asks. "A dynamic personality, I guess," he said. One pledge said, "I hear that Dave is pissed." Another pledge asked, "What is the Dunger pissed about now?" Another one said, "Cause he is getting any, not less any that looks like her." They...
The Friday after football was over, Becky totally avoided him. Wanda said, "Three pounds and I feel good." Howie squeezed her butt and said, "You do feel good." Wanda looked good. Now she looked more muscular than overweight. "You look really good. I am very proud of you. I know it wasn't easy," he said. The next Friday, the school gave out athletic letters. The coach called out, "Howie Randolph, a letter and the conference champion patch. In addition, Howie was All Conference...
Howie waited patiently for the plane from Ireland. The television monitor listed their flight as one hour late. Howie sat totally relaxed and focused on the door. Howie thought he was patient before he met Black Eagle, now he knew how to be patient and vigilant. If he had to, he knew that he could sit and wait for as long as it took for his parents to come though the Customs terminal door. He waited, relaxed but focused. Howie's parents were very surprised when they cleared customs at BWI....
"It seems that I end up in the hospital with something major a lot. I get forced to think about things," he said. "There are better ways to do that. Hopefully, you won't keep this up or your mother is going to be old before her time," she said. "Nobody loves you like your mother. I never thought that I worried you. I feel much safer in Oklahoma than Baltimore," he said. "I feel much safer when you are home with me in Pennsylvania," she said. "Mom, I think I am going to law...
Howie decided to go the southern route. He liked the drive through the Virginia mountains. And he wanted to show Brooke where the Cherokee lived before they were marched to Oklahoma. Howie put a cover over the truck bed. With a cover over the bed, he didn't worry about a place to sleep. The cover was level with the top of the truck cab. Brooke had never been to the University of Virginia or been through the Roanoke Valley. And she wanted to see Charlottesville, where Dorothy was going to...
Dorothy called Howie. "We were afraid you weren't going to make it back. How is Brooke?" "I imagine Brooke is fine. We broke up," Howie said. "Are you serious?" "Yes." "Howie. I'm sorry. Mike's family rented Professor Trevale's house. You know, the big house just down from the dorm. Come over." Howie said, "I know where Amy lives. I am an art major remember. You are too busy to bother with this now." Dorothy said, "Howie, get your butt over here, now." "Yes maam. Who...
His mother said, "Howie, I am worried about you. You are getting mixed up with too many older women. I am sorry that Wanda moved and you had problems with Becky. You are juggling to many things for a boy your age." "My luck with women for the long term is not good," he said. When Howie started back to school and the new semester, he noticed that Becky wasn't in any of his classes. There usually was only one section of Advanced Placement in a subject area, so Howie was surprised that...
It was called the Pledge Leadout. At the first of the dance, the room was darkened. Each pledge came to the spotlight. The girl and her escort were introduced. "Howie, this is the A group. I wouldn't have been asked to join any group before I worked out with you and lost weight. It helps that mom has a high level job at this college too." Howie responded, "You dieted and you exercised. You did it and you deserve the credit. And we are going to have a good time tonight." "Thank you...
Howie was given two years of science credits for his paramedic license. He entered as a freshman. When he signed up for the fourth course, his status changed from special to full time student. Wednesday, he went to the Phi Gamma Delta house for his pledging ceremony. His father was invited and pinned Howie's pledge star on him. Howie listened to the words of the pledge ceremony. Dad was right. It is very much like the Kiowa. Of course, the Kiowa never spoke of Robert E. Lee or the southern...
Howie was up at daybreak and out running on the road. By seven he was in the Fitness Center. Brooke joined him everyday there. She used the Nordic track. Brooke studied after she exercised. Howie only had one final, and that was in Investments. He had an A average as did Dorothy. They both didn't need to study. Howie was so interested, because of the Kiowa trust, that he went way beyond what was required. Dorothy hung on for the ride. Dorothy was one of the few women in the business major...
Howie got home about four a.m. on New Year's Day. He slept until nine then ate breakfast with his parents and children. After they ate, Howie washed dishes with his mother. She asked, "How was the dance?" "Very fancy, but I wasn't able to dance much. It is a high society club. Did you have a good time on the cruise and at the country club?" he asked. "The cruise was wonderful and very romantic. I recommend it for any old married couple. Actually the country club was very nice. They...
Hi guys! I’m back with the continuation of my story, KEERTHANA – A HOMELY TAMIL GIRL-3. To understand the story, please read the first part, having the same title. I’m working in an IT company and living in chennai city. Any girls, aunts, widow aunts or divorced or secret relationship girls aunts contact me for chat, fun, etc… at: Part-II completes here…. I went to hall and took my lap. i took my pen that was in my packet. I REMOVED THE PEN COVER. I INSERTED IN THE USB DRIVE. YES, THAT IS A...
IncestBethany's Sins (Pride and Greed in too great a measure) Bethany knew beyond doubt that she was the best. Today, she had waltzed outof her low-paid job with the DeMoeira Investments Company with a cool halfa billion dollars to her name (or rather, names, for she used several to claimit all), and to really prove how good she was, she even managed to carry tenmillion in notes right past the security men. Not all the hundreds of millionshad come from this one operation, of course: she had pulled...
Hello friends, en nanbanin thangaiyai eppadi usar seithu iruvarum mater seithom enbathai intha tamil kama kathaiyil ungalidam solugiren. Vaarungal kama ulagathirkul selalam, en nanbanin peyar muthu avan ippozhuthu thaan veli naatil irunthu uuruku vanthu irukiraan, aanal naangal ethirchiyaaga santhithu kondom. Naangal chennaiyil vasithu vanthu irunthom, naan finix maalil aadai eduthu kondu irunthen. Andru en nanbanuku pirantha naal enbathaal call seithu pirantha naal vaazhthukal sollinen, pinbu...
This story contains explicit descriptions of sexual scenes and is meant for adults only. Stop reading now if you are below 18. This story takes place ten years after the events of Project Phoenix. It's not a direct continuation, but readers unfamiliar with Project Phoenix, may want to read it first to get a better grasp of what's going on. Finally, I'd like to thank for the encouraging comments on my first story. Thanks a lot gals & guys :) Nathan's Birthday Present By...
Nathaniel Janet Stickney [email protected] Nathaniel is 15, a frustrated teenager who is unable to find any solace to his dilemma. He was average in everything. 5' 6" tall, 130 pounds wet, brown hair, green eyes, an average student that did not like sports and did not join any clubs in school. Nondescript and unassuming, he had managed to hide himself from the world, yet stay in plain sight. As his mother, I am worried about him because I could not figure out why he was so shy....
I apologize BIG-TIME THIS IS MY OFFICIAL WARNINGThis is a **** story... bad stuff happens.I deeply apologize for not warning you guys the first time, If you don't like this please don't read. I have not made any alterations to this chapter as a side note.Okay my first attempt at lemonyness... be nice please no trolls or flames constructive criticism please. Also I don't own Httyd... the mistakes I do.An eighteen year old Astrid Haddock cuts her way through the forest behind her home heading for...
"Hey Bethany, how are you doing?" Tasha asked Bethany over the phone. "I'm doing all right. I am pretty bored right now." Bethany responded. "I had a hard day at work today. I am taking a bath to help me loosen up." Tasha said. Tasha worked at a local pizza joint in Foot City. So did Bethany. They had worked there for a year. They also went to school together. They were pretty close friends. "Hey, would you like to bathe with me?" Tasha asked Bethany. After a brief pause, Bethany's answer came....
FetishHi guys! I’m back with the continuation of my story, KEERTHANA – A HOMELY TAMIL GIRL-II. To understand the story, please read the first part, having the same title. I’m working in an IT company and living in chennai city. Any girls, aunts, widow aunts contact me for chat, fun, etc… at: Part-I completes here…. “So,… I told her “use my wifi” it will be very speed and reliable. You can download whatever you want. Don’t waste money on data cards. I said this and smiled. She reciprocated with a...
IncestEnaku ore nerungiya thozhi irunthaal aval peyar Sangeetha, naangal iruvarum nerungiya nanbargal. Oru naal avalai parka aval veetirku sendru iruntha pozhuthu avalin uravinargal vanthu irunthaargal. Iruvarum thirumanam aagi irunthathu, pinbu kuzhanthaigalum irunthaargal naan ulle sendrathum ivargal yaar endru paarthen. Naan avargalai paarpathu pol akka thangaigal ennai oru vithamaaga paarthu, thambi nee yar endru ketargal. Appozhuthu naan sangeethavin thozhan endru solli arimugam aanen, avargal...
Robert Carter, better known as fat Bob, is the owner of the butcher shop, that Ethan frequently visits. He stands 5'11", weighing 425 lbs., with jet black hair and green eyes. Ethan walked up to the counter, grinning wide, "hey Bob, I'm doing pretty good." Fat Bob chuckled, "looks like it, what's with the shit-eating grin?" Ethan's grin faded a little, "well let's just say I had a good day at work." Robert looked down at the meat he was cutting, "uh huh, looks more like a...
“Her name was Kelly Simpson. She was a producer for a TV series that was shown on three different cable networks,” the tiny redhead informed Sally Howe. “Maze, how did you make the ID?” I asked. “Her ID card,” Sally said pointing to it hanging from her jacket. “I’m surprised you missed your chance to say ‘elementary, my dear Watson’,” I said. You do that at least once every shift. “The Shift has just started Marion,” Sally said. “She is such a smart ass,” I said to Maze the forensic lab...
SIDESHOW BOB'S REVENGE Bart Simpson screamed. He was tied to a table, and the baleful figure of Sideshow Bob loomed over him, wielding a surgeon's scalpel. How had it come to this? At 23 Bart thought he had finally escaped from Bob, but no, here he was, kidnapped and about to die. "Don't worry, Bart, I'm not going to kill you. Death would be too easy. My revenge will be much longer lasting. Something humorous, and lingering. I believe you know Dr Nick?" "Hi, Bart." Dr Nick waved...
HumorHello I am Tasha as it is my sissy name.I am 18 and fair color with big kinda butts and a kind of breasts when I lie sideways. Will tell the story in Desi language. Ye kahani h meri m school m thi(tha) un dono. Main yhan apni maa aur baba k sath rehta tha and humaray yhan aik pathan kaam kartay thay kafii salon se. Aikdin papa mulk se bahar chalay gayeee job k liye 5 ssaaal k lite. Meri Ammi Koi Bari sexy hain unki Bari ass hai aur boobs b.tight saari phnnay ki shoqeen kafii.khair pathan uncle...
Hi friends, meri first story ko pasand kerke mujhe dher sare mails bhehne ke liye aap sab ko thanks a lot. Ahmedabad ki kisi bhi bhabhi ya ladki ko real afghani pathan ka lund test kerna ho to mail me at Now ab story per aata hu. Ye baat he un dino ki jab me apne finance k buissness me bahot buzy tha buissnes acha chal raha tha ek din me apni office me betha tha aur mere ek agent ka call aaya ki bhai aap kaha ho mene kaha me office per hu to usne bataya ek costomer he jo aap se milna cahta...
Ye meri pehli story he aur ye sirf Ahmadabad ki un bhabhiyo aur ladkiyo k liye he jinhe asli pathan ka lund apni bhose me lene ki khwaish ho or jo koi ladki ya bhabhi ye cahti ho wo mujhe mail ker sakti he per Now coming to the story Ye takriban 4 sal pehle ki baat he me ek muslim area me rehta hu city me so waha sare ghar kafi pas pas hote he aur mere pados me ek ladki nayi nayi rehne aayi thi usdin me 12 baje utha tha aur apni maid ko nashta banane k liye bola aur me apni balcany me khada...
The whole thing had gotten completely out of hand. Nathaniel sighed and tried to object for what had to be the fiftieth time since this plan had been suggested. “It’s simply too dangerous, Leliana. I won’t allow you – or anyone else – to be hurt in my stead. This is my problem—” “And this is how you’re going to solve it, yes? You’re going to get help from others who have more specific experience in this area.” He turned to the King, hoping for some support. “Your Majesty, surely you don’t...
Hello dosto kese ha app .Me mahi hu punjab se hu meri hight 6 feet ha me ak simple ladka hu mera lun ka size 6′ ha 3′ mota ha meri email id ha .. ha ager koi ladki aunty bhabi mujse chudwana chahe to muje mail kare . Ye stori ki gatna jo me apko share karrne ja raha hu mere or chachi ke bich ki ha meri chachi ka name rani ha wo ak simple lady ha wo hw ha or chacha govt. Job karte ha iss lie sara kam chachi karti ha ghar ka khet kaka b ab sida story pe ata hu hu . Ye un dino ki bat ha jab meri...
The call came from Big Mac the next morning. “Watson, how about you and Howe meeting me in Queen City. Come down tomorrow and be prepared to stay a week at least.” “That’s a long time to stay if we don’t know what we will be doing,” I said. “You can always leave, if you don’t like what you hear,” Mac said. “I’ll talk to Sally and call you back,” I suggested. “Watson, I’ll just hold for you,” He said. “Did you hear?” I asked Howe. “Yes, what have we got to lose?” she asked. “You still...
Ethan, like a lot of teenagers was subconscious about his body, although he did have more reasons than most boys as he suffered from a form of gynecomastia, a condition that gave him perfectly formed, feminine breasts. He also secretly wishes to wear skirts and dresses, which would be a perfect combination if he wasn't too embarrassed by both his body and his desire to follow through with this idea. So instead he bandages his chest flat each morning and desperately tries to hide all of...
I met Ethan when he was working at the check-out at a Speedway gas station and convenience store. He looked young, but since he was allowed to sell cigarettes, I figured he had to have been eighteen. I was immediately attracted. Ethan had short brown hair, smooth-shaven, if he even had to shave at all, he was tall and skinny, and had a perfect little butt, which showed so nicely in his cargo pants, which had pockets all over each leg. I made a point to stop at that station frequently, and...
Office SexEthan took the drill downstairs to the garage, feeling a bit dazed. The image of his sister, naked, with the drill jammed between her legs, was burned into his mind. His erection strained against the front of his jeans and hurt like hell. He tried to force the image of Pam out of his mind, but his desire for her was far too strong. He wished she hadn’t told him to go away like that. He desperately wanted to lie on top of her and put his dick inside her, in place of that stupid drill. In...
Beth and Ethanby pr_squaredBoys competed eagerly for places in the Cady Stanton Riding Program. Freshmen and sophomores, called bugs, wore drab gray uniforms and worked under the supervision of the Bug Mother and her assistants. At the end of their sophomore year, the bugs were assessed for size and conditioning by the Program Director, Bug Mother, and the senior jockeys. Most were rejected. Each year a eight or ten are found large and strong enough to serve as possible mounts. They...
Hello friends, this is Sunil here, age 29, staying in Thane West, Godbunder Road… This is a real thing that happened to me in my life which I intend to share. You can keep in touch with me at To introduce myself, I am working in an MNC, post completion of my MBA from Mumbai University. I got married 3 years back. I enjoy a nice sex life with my wife but always wanted a bit more when it comes to sex. I think if a married person is involved in relationship with someone then its fine, as long as...