Court Records Chapter Two
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Introduction: She needed his attention. The law took exception The events in this story are roughly related to a specific court case which is completed, and now a matter of public record. Names, places and event timing have been altered, however effort has been made to accurately portray the substance of the case background and the court findings. To that degree the story is true.
Earlier events in this story may be much more inaccurate than those as the story moves along. Timing of these earlier events and correspondingly, the age of the young woman involved is much more a product of speculation on the part of the author, but it is based loosely on later depositions and court records as much as possible.
An attempt is made in the later portion to portray events as accurately as public record allows.
For Sarah Wanewrite this day began like so many before. She awoke when the first bright shafts of light came across her room. The far wall turned into a bright array of color. No one could sleep with such a bright show. Her large oak book cases started to glow. Her first thoughts went to the many good stories she had read, reread and then filed away in these enormous book cases.
Moving slowly, she slipped to the edge of her large king sized bed, pulling the covers into place behind her and sat on the edge for a moment before dropping several inches to the floor. Her night gown hung up as she slid from the bed to the floor, revealing young legs taking the shape of early womanhood.
The ever so slight brush of her nightgown down her legs caused her to halt momentarily. She stood still enjoying the feelings that coursed through her young body. Sensual images, undefined, caused her hesitation.
In one motion she lifted the night gown over her head and tossed it on to the bed. She was standing absolutely nude in the cool morning air. Sarah turned slowly enjoying the sensations and freedom, until she gradually came back from her thoughts.
Across the room, across what seemed like a mile of marble floor, she could see her outfit for the day was laid out and ready for her. The maids last duty as she prepared the room each night was to lay out the outfit Sarah was to wear the next day. This routine had been the same day after day all her life.
For the last nine months it had been winter outfits, warm, fashionable, preppy and boring.
But, today it was going to be different. All the dull routines of tutors and lessons came to an end. Today summer started and this was the day she was going to travel. In Sarahs world it was officially summer and her outfit would be selected accordingly.
For nine long months the same routine had occupied most of the day, every day, but not today. Three months of summer break was to begin. Three months reprieve from the dull never ending succession of old women arriving and departing convinced they had taken Sarah to new heights of learning. Hours of piano lessons and practice. Hours of reading books of all types. Hours of listening to adults having drinks and dinner in the evenings, and hours alone in her rooms imagining what normal kids might be doing.
Sarah loved to read and thank goodness. She read vociferously everything she could find including several adult books stolen from her dads library upstairs.
Sarah walked slowly across the cold floor toward the pile of folded cloths on her dresser. Each step caused a conflict. The cold floor shocked her feet just enough to wake her farther and keep her in touch with reality, while the very gentle touch of her inner thighs as she walked created sensual feelings which caused her mind to wander. Her personal library was very large and filled with proper books for a young woman her age, but she had also read many of her dads books which were quite X-rated.
She considered herself very advanced for her age. She understood why and how these responses occurred as she walked. At one time some of these reactions had scared her, but no longer, now they left her with empty feelings, well aware of unfulfilled desires she now understood.
On top of the pile were her panties, proper, white, cotton and new. She stepped into them and slowly brought them up over her legs. This simple act swept her from reality. Just the touch moving up along her legs was enough to cause a disturbing shudder through her body.
During the last several inches upward she slowed her movement even more to enjoy the sensations.
With her panties finally in place, she stood gazing idly at her image in the full length mirror beside her dresser and the remaining clothes piled in front of her.
Reality had slipped away. She was in a trance. The panties were tight, too tight. They were brand new and already too small for her. It was a reminder that her real mother had been gone for over two years now. When her mother bought her things they fit. After she left, the health tutor, Myrtle, started to buy her clothes and she bought things too tight right from the beginning.
Sometimes Sarah thought it might be on purpose. It was evident from her classes Myrtle had some strange interests in Sarahs sexuality.
She slipped a beige silken camisole over her head and turned toward the mirror behind her dresser. Changes had really started at the top for Sarah. Her young breasts were now clearly defined. Her nipples firmed as this soft undergarment passed over them, another shudder.
Should I be wearing a bra, she asked herself as she turned in front of the mirror? She remembered reading a novel where a young girl described how hard it was to ask her mother that question. Well in Sarahs case it would be much harder.
Her mother had not been in contact with her since she moved down to South America over two years ago.
Her dad was always busy and hard to talk to about anything let alone a subject like this.
Then there was the obvious choice, Myrtle. She bought the clothes and tutored in health and sex education, but she just was way too kinky. She loved to talk about strange things, recommend wild books for Sarah to read, and take too much interest in Sarahs female development. Uncomfortable!
Then there was Cybil. About six months ago dad came home with a new administrative assistant/ girl friend named Cybil. This new lady had tried, off and on, to talk with Sarah, but it was hard. Sarah knew the small talk was just a ploy to bring Sarah into her life…it didnt work. Sarah did not trust Cybil and she did not like her either. No way would she talk about her developing breasts with Cybil.
A white blouse followed the camisole. It was cute, sort of a school girl look, with an artificial tie at the top. It was tailored quite snuggly but boxy enough to cover up what clearly showed through her camisole.
Next she pulled on a pleated Scottish plaid skirt. This skirt demonstrated so clearly that Sarahs recent growth spurt had not been considered when Myrtle shopped for clothing. A lot of her growth had been in her legs and the new length and shapeliness of her legs made the skirt very, very short. Fortunately, her waist had remained about the same so the skirt fit there. (A little harder to button)
Dark green knee socks and saddle shoes completed her outfit.
Sarah was ready for breakfast. As she turned in front of the mirror for a final time she was brought to a complete halt by her image. She was dressed to look like a school girl, but when she moved her hands upward to her breasts, gently touching them, her nipples responded and clearly showed through her blouse. Her legs were on display, shapely, toned and too long for this skirt&hellip,even though it was a cute Scottish plaid. This quick view in the mirror was a reminder to keep things in check when others were around, although no one ever seemed to really look at her.
At breakfast she sat alone at the long table in the dining room as usual being served by one of the new maids. The length of the table and the twelve chairs around it, only emphasized how alone Sarah felt. The woman serving breakfast was gracious but she did not know Sarahs name, kept calling her Carol.
Is my Dad coming down for breakfast?
Sarah asked.
Not this morning. You have forgotten, dear, today he left for the airport real early. He has a flight to Hong Kong around nine. He told us to make sure we said goodbye for him and remind you that he wont be back for four or five weeks.
While the maid was talking, the butler, Jayson, came into the dining room and now offered a little more information ending with,
Cybil drove your dad up to the airport.
Well that was a real change of plans. Sarah had remembered her dad was leaving on a business trip this morning, but had never been told what time he had to leave. Also no mention had been made of Cybil driving him to the airport.
How could they forget? Her dad had asked Cybil to drive Sarah to music camp this morning, and she had agreed.
Sarah had been excitedly getting ready for camp, for several days. She had been practicing some special music, trying to polish her piano skill. The help had been packing her two pull bags off and on all week. Everything was ready. She was to leave for a two month music camp at Evenrude Institute. It was the major event of her summer…in fact her entire year…and now it would appear she was without a ride.
When will Cybil be back?
The butler hesitated before responding,
I know they talked about Cybil taking you to music camp. I am sure they have not forgotten. It should take her no more than an hour to get up to the airport and back.
You are all ready. We have moved your bags out to the car park to be loaded when she returns. Why dont you go upstairs to the study and read for a bit. You may be a little late getting up to camp but that should work out alright.
As Sarah climbed the stairs she became more and more depressed. Mother was living permanently in South America&hellip,she had not heard from her in months. Dad was a full time business executive&hellip,all caught up in the international trade business and his latest lady friend Cybil. Cybil was all caught up in going over the top to get into dads check book and that required minimizing any influence Sarah might still have with him.
The morning sunlight made the wooden paneling and bookcases in her music room softly glow, what a beautiful room. Sarah settled into a large wing back chair and started idly turning the pages of a book of piano music. Within ten minutes she was seated at her beautiful Steinway grand playing Dubusse. Something about playing Clair de Lune took her out of herself.
It was sometime later when the phone rang. For some reason Jayson was not answering, maybe in the shower. Sarah picked up the phone,
Sarah this is Cybil. Listen dear, your dad and I are at the airport. After you were in bed last night we had a long talk and he decided I am going to travel with him this time. I spent most of the night packing. I am so excited. We are ready to board. I wanted to make sure you knew what was up.
See you when we get back&hellip,loves from us, dear!
Like that, Cybil hung up and Sarah was left with the hum of a disconnected phone.
It was obvious they were all checked in and boarding the flight to Minneapolis, first leg of the long journey. There had not been one word about Sarah, music camp, or anything else here at the estate.
Talk about a bummer!
Sarah returned to the piano and quietly played the last few bars of the Dubusse piece.
Finished, the room turned silent and overwhelming loneliness came over her. Her dad had not even come on the phone to say goodbye in person.
This house, this estate, all this wealth, all these expensive possessions, all this highly qualified help, it all meant nothing right now. She was a young woman whose mother lived in a strange country and was completely out of touch and her father was caught up in business and the social whirl of a much younger woman. The house was enormous and very cold leaving her the lonely life of a privileged young woman living alone in a stone castle.
Evenrude Institute and the summer music camp was her only chance for something more normal, friends, fun, and good classes.
Trying to be an optimist Sarah finally concluded all was not lost. Although, none of the help had said anything about taking her, she would just go down and have Jayson get into their schedules and find one of the house help who could make the four hour drive.
First though Sarah needed to call Evenrude Music Camp to explain that she would be late.
The phone rang at Evenrude. A very professional female voice answered quickly. Half way through Sarahs explanation that she would be late, the voice on the other end informed her that there was no reservation for Sarah Wanewrite. During several more moments of conversation, Sarah was informed that no reservation and no money had been received for this summer season, and farther, the administrators had tried several times to inform her parents that the paper work had not been received and concluded she was not coming.
With some effort we can accommodate you, Miss Wanewright. You have come here so many years it is a shame for you to miss. Please have your mother find the application paperwork and just come on up with if filled in. Have your driver bring a check or money order. We will get you in for sure!
Sarah was dumb founded,
I will see what they have to say was all she could offer before hanging up.
Slowly Sarah wandered down through the house, one floor following another. Not a sole was around, not a sole noticed as she walked quietly out the side door of the estate. Outside she walked idly back toward the car park building.
Inside she found her bags sitting behind her dads jeep waiting to be put in the Escalade when it came back from the airport. She stood there dejected thinking,
With the way things are going for me, someone will just back over the bags.
One at a time she pulled the bags out the door and around the corner to the old milk house. The milk house was a safe place to put them. Sometimes in the fall the gardeners would use it as a storage shed for small garden equipment, but that was all. Otherwise, it had not really been uses for years. The bags would be dry and safe there until one of the help could move them back to her room.
She wandered back into the car park past her dads Corvette, his classic old muscle car, his Lincoln Town Car, his restored vintage limousine. She liked the car park. It smelled good. His cars were always in perfect condition.
Sarah did not want to go back to the house just yet. She liked being outside. It had rained during the night, and it was a wonderful day. Things smelled good outside. She went to the back of the car park and started to investigate behind the cars and the many work benches. She was looking for nothing in particular, but just snooping made her feel like a detective in a good novel.
In the very back, behind all the cars, was a storage area, and as she explored her eye caught an old rusty bicycle, leaning against the wall behind a large cabinet of tools. It caught her interest. It probably had been her dads when he was young. No one had moved it in years. It was half hanging on the wall. The wonder was&hellip,the tires still had some pressure.
With a little effort, Sarah managed to get the old bike out from behind the cabinet and down the short passageway between the cars to the front door.
It had been several years maybe five or six, since she had ridden a bike. She definitely had not been on a bike since she started school studies. But with two tries she felt like an expert as she rode down the incline and around the courtyard in front of the building. What fun!
After a few circuits of the courtyard, she rode around back of the car park where a lovely tree lined path ran out along the sheep field. It was a short ride, the field was only the length of a football field, the perfect place to test her riding skills.
She glanced down as her short skirt responded to the position of her legs as she rode. The seat of the bike, the short skirt, the motion in her young breasts with each slight bump, an unexplained shudder of excitement passed through her as she moved surely down the path along the fence line separating the sheep from the tall corn to her right. What a nice ride. This was like something out of a novel. She was free. She was on an adventure in some strange land. No one knew where she was. She rode faster.
At the back side of the sheep field was an old gate out to a gravel country road. She had never been back here before. An extension to this adventure was in order.
How many time her mother had admonished her when she was younger not to leave the property. Who would care if she left the property now? Who would even know? That same mother was now living in Brazil with a new lover and had been completely out of touch for months. It seemed like her dad travelled all the time and now he was even taking his new young girl friend.
The gate opened and closed behind her with some effort.
Freely, she rode down the country road with the wind moving her long blond hair back behind her shoulders. She was lost in the freedom, oblivious that the breeze pressed her white blouse against her young bosom in a revealing way, and her short skirt was riding up way too high. There was no one to see. There was no one on the road. It was a deserted old tree lined country lane. Maybe, two cars a day used it.
NEIGHBOR
Several miles and minutes passed as Sarah peddled strongly, caught up in the joy of her freedom and the lovely early summer morning. The air was fresh from the rain and things just smelled grand. She loved being outdoors, she always had, but living at the estate gave her very few chances to do things outside. This was great, she was an expert bike rider now. She rode faster. This old bike was a good one it seemed to just fly.
Finally, a little winded, she stopped under a large shade tree to take stock of her adventure. Clearly, it was time to head back. Someone might be missing her. Who? No one knew she was gone. No one cared. Anyone who thought about it probably thought she was on her way to music camp, but no one had made a reservation for her let alone made arrangements to take her.
Maybe she would ride on, maybe she should head back. This had been a good adventure, but it seemed sensible to return now. She had no idea where this road went and there was little to see except fields of corn, soybeans, hay and acres of big beautiful trees along the side. She had not passed a house or anything else for miles it seemed.
She decided to head back to the estate and practice the piano. The help would all be busy with their daily work. She would practice until she was bored and then read. She had a good book going. She had found it if her dads library. It was another with some very X rated parts, but her old tutor, Myrtle had told her everything about all that stuff. Now, it just made the stories more exciting.
Reluctantly, she turned and headed back, but as soon as she was moving she knew the ride back was going to be much harder. Only now, she realized that her ride coming had all been quite downhill with the wind at her back. Riding back was going to be a real slog. She stopped to catch her breath. Looking down she noticed for the first time, the old tires were practically flat. Downhill it had not been noticeable, but now it was a real problem.
Only one thing to do, turn around and continue down into the valley, find a phone and have Jayson send someone to come get her.
Sarah turned and rode downhill once again. Minutes turned into an hour as she moved on down the deserted country lane through enormous red oak trees, then open fields, then darker thicker stands of trees. She had been riding fast downhill it still was a lot of fun, but when would she come to a store or somewhere with a phone?
She was beginning to get concerned.
Finally, she saw an old farm house with several out buildings on the right side of the road setting back quite a ways under several large trees. Two very large red oaks dominated the front of the house and an older guy was setting on a lawn chair under one, reading.
Sarah stopped in the shade at the edge of the road to rest for a moment. Should she ask this fellow for help? He looked ok, sort of country farmer looking tall, trim.
As she contemplated, he got up and heading out toward the road. The house sat back a good fifty yards so it was going to take him several minutes to get out where he could talk to her. Should she jump back on the bike and head on down the road, or should she buck up and say hello.
As he got closer he really appeared quite ok, at least to an over protected young woman who knew nothing (well very little) (mostly what she had read in novels) about the ways of the world.
She could now see he was a trim, sort of middle aged guy, with a ruddy complexion. He wore jeans and a summer shirt, buttoned up the front. His hair had a wave, sort of salt and pepper like. He spoke with an interesting look in his steel gray eyes and a warm clear voice,
Have you got some troubles, young lady?
He asked as he approached.
But, before she could answer he had noticed the bike,
Wow, thats really an old bike. Good one though. It was one of the very best models back in my day.
Your tires really need air. It must be very hard to ride on tires that soft.
Let me roll this up to the garage there and put some air in your tires.
He pointed to a small old building about half way up to the house.
Just wait here I will have it back in a jiff.
With that he began to push the old bike up the drive.
Sarah thought for a moment and then walked after him,
Its more than just the tires pressure, sir. Its all uphill back the way I came and I dont think I can make it even if the tires are fixed. I really think I should call someone?
He stopped and looked back,
Sure, Ok, I have a phone up at the house.
With this assurance, she joined him as he pushed the bike up toward the garage. Once at the garage door he stopped and looked at her more closely. A strange look came into his eyes as he began to study Sarah without the bike in front of her. Now he could see the short skirt, the shapeliness of her young legs more clearly. What a beautiful young woman. He felt a nervousness building up inside.
An internal alarm went off. An innocent young gal like this could be nothing but trouble. Alarm! Alarm! Let her make the call and get rid of her as quickly as possible.
Lets go on up to the house and you can make that call.
He offered as he opened the garage door and pushed the old bike inside. He shut the door and turned to lead the way on up the drive.
By the time he got to the house his nerves had quieted down a bit and his curiosity had started to get the best of him. He wanted to know more about this attractive young stranger that had ridden into his driveway. Maybe she would talk a bit before going. No harm in that.
At the house he led the way around back to a picnic table just outside the back door under a big old maple tree.
Sarah dropped down onto the bench exhausted. The ride seemed to catch up with her all at once. It seemed good to sit down. She leaned forward with her elbows resting on the table.
Clem returned with a cold glass of lemonade.
What is your name young lady?
He asked, sliding onto the bench opposite her with his drink.
Sarah Wanewrite
She offered with our hesitation.
Leaning forward as she was, Sarah was quite close to Clem once he was seated. Clem was surprised she did not sit up and get a little further away.
Her glass of lemonade was quickly empty.
Could I have another glass? I guess my bike ride was more work than I thought.
Clem brought out a second glass of lemonade and sat down again.
They sat quietly for a moment. Sarah looked across at him. He was actually cute, in an old way. He seemed nice. No reason to suspect a thing she thought.
Hey Sarah Wanewrite, wait here a moment, I need to run upstairs. Ill be right back.
Sure.
She replied.
Bathroom break she thought with a laugh as he headed into the house.
VISITOR
Clem walked back through the kitchen and straight up the steps to the telephone on the second floor.
Three rings later he was in an animated conversation with a guy he had know for a long time, named Harry. Clem was excited. Harry was actually more an acquaintance than a friend, but things like this never happen when you live by yourself out in the country, he had to tell someone and Harry was really the only guy he could talk to. Harry ran the gas station in town and about once a week they would do something together, dinner, cards etc. Both were bachelors and of course, distorted stories about female conquests occasionally came into their conversations. He was certain Harry would not believe this one.
Harry you are not going to believe what just happened out here at the farm. I was sitting out front in the shade when the cutest little gal rode down the hill on an old rusty bike&hellip,yah, she is sitting outside drinking lemonade&hellip,cute as a button, what the hell.
He was just rattling.
Years later Harry would be required to give a deposition to the court regarding his memory of this event. In the deposition he stated that he could tell Clem was shocked by what was going on. Sarahs visit had been absolutely accidental. Nothing had been preplanned, no trap had been set for the young lady.
Clems excitement was infectious. It was a major unexpected event for him.
Harry began to ask one question after another, Clems answers were lacking in detail,
Have no idea&hellip,maybe fourteen could be older &hellip,no&hellip,yah&hellip, I will find out&hellip,.probably over a hundred pounds&hellip,Ill get back to you when I know more.
Right now, I am going to try to get her on her way back where she came from as quick as I can.
Phone call finished, Clem returned out to the picnic table.
As he walked out of the back door he found Sarah asleep sitting on the bench resting her head in her arms on the table. Even the slam of the screen door had not awakened her.
Asleep she looked even cuter, light blonde hair, high cheek bones, slim, with the promise of being a raving beauty in a few years.
Clem was all of a sudden filled with the conviction to do what was right,
Hey young lady, how are you feeling?
He asked loudly.
She did not move.
It was like he had put something in her drink, as he lifted her free hand from the table and let it fall gently back in place.
She did not stir. Her breathing was heavy, she was fully asleep.
It was easy to lift her from the bench and carry her into the house toward the living room. She was light, but his excitement distorted his judgment for sure. He looked down across her as he moved toward the daybed by the window.
The shapeliness of her young legs captivated his attention and frightened him, her short skirt and the position of her legs over his right arm as he carried her, accented her beauty. He sensed arousal and made and immediate effort to caution himself. She was young. He had to do what was right.
He laid her on the daybed and propped her head up with a pillow. She sighed and rolled slightly toward him while her right arm came up over her head. What an enticing position. Her movement had drawn the white blouse tightly across her and for the first time he could see the outline of her breasts. She clearly wasnt as young as he thought.
What a conflict. One voice, the voice of reason, was shouting, wake her up&hellip, get her to the phone&hellip, get her out of here&hellip, she is trouble. The other voice, the voice of desire, said quietly, you can handle this&hellip,you are old enough to be her father&hellip,you have handled female temptation many times before.
A third voice clearly said you are an old fart, dont embarrass yourself.
What the hell he thought as he reached over and touched her arm. She responded by rolling over toward him even more and moving her other arm over her head to the pillow.
Holy shit, somehow the top button of her blouse had come undone. He stepped back. She was sound asleep. He had not seen anything this enticing in a long time. The small buttons on her blouse seem to come loose so easily. She moved once more ant two more buttons came undone and a gold locket fell out. Two more buttons and the blouse would be completely open. Well she came stumbling into his place, he didnt invite her. He would just enjoy the fish that jumped into his boat. With one little tug her blouse was completely open.
The button at side of her skirt did not offer much resistance either, nor did upper part of the zipper. Her blouse came out of her skirt so easily and opened completely to reveal a beige camisole.
Everything made the picture more enticing. As she had turned toward him her skirt had moved up slightly. The skirt now covered only about five inches below her waist. It revealed the remarkable shapeliness of her upper legs and a startling little white cotton triangle of panties at the top.
This was it. This was all he was going to do. His conscious had taken control. He had to be mature, caring and responsible. She was certainly attractive, but she was still just another young lady that deserved nothing but respect.
Clem moved across the room and sat down in the old easy chair. He was momentarily exhausted from all the excitement.
This was his normal position each evening, starting with the evening news and ending with a late night comedy show. He would snap on and see what his three good channels had to offer. But, right now he had this special entertainment just eight feet away sleeping on his couch. He really needed to relax, be responsible, get his composure back and watch TV until she awoke, but his excitement only grew as he looked at her from a distance. What a gorgeous picture.
Sarah stirred and turned on to her back, placing both of her arms over her head on the pillow. Her blouse fell open and her legs parted slightly as she relaxed.
That was all it took, Clem was raging inside. If he moved a little to the right he could clearly see her breasts. What a beautiful young body. With her blouse completely open, the swell of her young breast raised the thin top enough to show her two very enticing soft mounds which were moving with each breath.
If Clem moved a little to his left her white panties were in view&hellip,what an amazingly short skirt for a young woman to be wearing on a bike ride. His imagination was running wild. Why in the world would she be wearing things so enticing on a bike ride in the country?
Was he being set up? Was there some sinister evil being that wanted to tempt him beyond his control.
His mind was racing, his body was responding. He quietly stood and moved the short distance over to the daybed. He could hear his heart beating in his ears.
He did not want to wake her, but his curiosity was running wild. He had to know more. What did she feel like? Was she as soft and wonderful as she appeared?
Clems right hand gently touched her just above the knee. He was shaking. She did not respond. Gently he pulled her leg toward him slightly. Her hips moved a little and then her leg willing came toward him. His hand responded automatically, moving upward, caressing her inner thigh.
Sarah murmured and her legs slowly opened in response.
Clem could feel his heart beat in the palm of his hand where it touched her. Her flesh was so young, so supple, so warm, how in the hell did she end up here in his house. Was she awake, partially awake, did she know what he was doing? What a raving young beauty.
Wild questions abound.
Clems hand moved the last three inches and came to rest at the very top of her legs, at the edge of her panties. Sarah murmured and her legs tightened, holding his hand. He was about to explode. Was this sleeping beauty giving him some kind of permission to proceed further? His hand moved upward under her skirt and his thumb hooked under the thin waist band. He was going wild. Would she respond if he started moving downward?
Suddenly, there was a quiet ringing of the phone at the top of the stairs. Freeing himself, Clem moved out and up the steps quickly to catch the call before it could disturb this young beauty and end this wonderful adventure.
He knew who he caller was.
Harry started right out,
Ok, guy, I got a break here, tell me more about this little prize that arrived in your lyre.
Clem was slow to answer,
Harry, all I can tell you is about noon I was sitting out front under the shade trees when she came riding down the road on the oldest bike you have ever seen. I think she was the only thing to come down the road today. She was worn out and the bike had a flat tire. I brought her up to the house, gave her a drink of lemonade and she has been sleeping ever since. She is way young, way cute, and completely worn out.
With that quick introduction, Harry started into a series of questions that Clem could not answer but it was clear Harry was curious and excited.
Harry told Clem he would come over after he got off work and he could tell him all about it.
Maybe the young chick would still be there and he could meet her.
Clem was quick to tell him that his goal was to get her on the road home a quickly as possible. She had him worried shitless.
Minutes later the phone conversation ended.
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Introduction: Things grow more complicated. EVENING Thirty minutes later the two of them were walking up the back steps of the house, hand in hand. Well, thank you for all the hard work, little lady. I know I am biased, but youre a good worker. It was fun, thanks for letting me help, Scotty. She responded with a big grin. What are we going to eat? I am starved! I was thinking Hamburgers and corn on the cob, on the grill. Good, great, I am really hungry and you did promise room and board. ...
Introduction: Life on the farm take strange twists. WORK DAY Every day was like magic even a work day. Forty five minutes later they had finished breakfast and were in the barn getting the tractor hooked to the trim wagon. Sarah was wearing her work clothes, dark grey shorts, white T-shirt, and tennis shoes. The new thing today was the cute addition of a red bandana she tied around her head from under her pony tail. It was cute but it made her look older and a little more like a farm girl,...
Genderwave: Records ? By: Danielle J This story is dedicated to Patti B who also prepared it for publication. Thank you Patti! ***** It was 8:26 a.m. and Cindy Sims was pulling up outside the front door of a small professional building in Lake Grove, New York. Putting the car in park, the bookkeeper looked at the sign next to her workplace?s front entrance. Isabella Sinclair M.D. Obstetrics and Gynecology ?The Genderwave really changed everything,? Cindy said to herself...
Within a sealed cavern, encompassed by blackness, sitting crossed legs, Zax prepared himself to tackle the fifth bottleneck of insight. Smell, touch, taste, sight ... These were the four bottlenecks of insight Zax already perceived and proceeded to comprehend. Zax was not oblivious. By now he could tell that the bottlenecks of insight have something to do with the five senses. The issue was with him unable to figure out if the remaining sense, sense of hearing, which will probably make him...
WHEN PERSEPHONE RELEASED ME SHE turned her face up for a kiss, her lips soft, warm and inviting. She didn't move away, and after our second kiss I was breathing hard and I'm sure she could feel my heart pumping, even through her leathers. She certainly could after she put her hand on my shirt. "Hey, sweetie, what's up?" I opened my mouth to reply, but no words came out. I must have looked like a stranded fish. She laughed. "Cat got your tongue tonight, Sam?" My lips moved once...
Chapter Thirty-Four – Harry Gets Hermione Disclaimer: This story does not reflect the attitudes or characters in the Harry Potter series, nor does it have any affiliation with its author. Story Codes: mf, mf, exhib, grope, magic, mc, reluc, spank, unif Since acquiring the fabled Spellbook of Desires from the strange and frankly disturbing salesman at the Quidditch World Cup, Harry had not once used it to seduce Hermione Granger into having some hot teenage sex with him. Ron and half...
THE TRILL CAME TOO LATE for me to save Persephone. Early that morning I'd opened my eyes to see Hebe, her face inches away, her smile an open invitation. In answer I rolled onto her and settled myself in the cradle of her hips and entered her with a single stroke. She grunted and locked her legs around my butt. "Don't wait for me, Sam," she whispered. "I'm right on the edge." She was. After I finished I slid down and used my tongue to give her a little vibrato of my own. She shoved...
"What do you want to do first?" Phil smiled fondly down at Luana as they emerged from the World Traders building in WashingtonDC. "As if I couldn't guess." "The first thing I want is to do something about these clothes!" Luana plucked at the collar of her blouse and smoothed down one leg of her slacks where they showed wrinkles from far too many months hung in a closet. "Okay, then." Phil chuckled at her intent expression. "Let's go. We can pick up a rental car on the way." He...
Growing up in a small town you know everyone and everyone knows you. I started a summer job at the local diner as a waitress to earn a little extra money between school terms. The local Sheriff, John Stone and my good friend Judge Bob Mahoney eat breakfast every morning at the diner and were pleased to see me serving them. Mrs. Martins that owns the restaurant supplies us girls with a simple uniform dress. The dress fits me real tight around my hips since my measurements are 35-22-37, a fact...
I’d like to thank michchick98 for her help in editing my story. Any grammatical errors found in the story are purely mine. Present day Anna and Ramone were eating ice cream in her apartment whilst reminiscing of their time together. They’d been friends for 20 years now and although life had pushed them into different directions, they remained the best of friends. It was November and they were discussing their plans for Christmas. They’d both turned 30 in the course of the year and were...
Linda introduced Gen. Matilda MacArthur from intelligence to Jason’s group. “Matilda is the brains of our Intelligence outfit. She has already met with Major Connie Ross. They have been hard at work together, which is why you didn’t meet her at lunch. She will update you on what we know and have been thinking.” Matilda stood up to speak, “We have returned your senior intelligence assets back to the planet together with some of our people. “We are attempting to assess if there are other...
“Court is dismissed” the deputy sheriff called out. The judge stood and left as the crowd of onlookers slowly exited too. The younger woman sat and watched him leave as the people walked out. She did not move. She had a “thing” for the slightly older statesman. In truth, she’d had a thing for him for a long, long time. No, she wasn’t warped in any way. She has known the man for a long while now. At one time, he was a partner with her daddy. The judge was a number of years younger then her daddy...
First TimeDeep under the earth, in the realm of gloom, and death Hades sat contemplating his predicament. There on his thrown, sitting next to his three-headed dog Cerberus, was Hades clothed in dark robes, waves of silk black hair to his shoulders, a beard like most Greeks which showed his intelligence that was achieved over the many centuries, weaved with the muscles of a true male god, and the face of a warrior who has had to live an existence in the darkness far too long....
And yet, Boris always believed he was in control. How fool of him, and to that he could only agree, bound and sweating as he was, on the floor in the men’s bathroom of the night club, eyes closed so he could pretend he was not anticipating the moment he’d be finally pimped out in real life by a woman he had never met in the flesh before tonight. *** It all began with a simple click, as it always does, doesn’t it? Your usual ?Follow? button on twitter, one of hundreds accounts of dominant women...
Almost three weeks had passed since Kristy gave me a blow job in her car – the ‘car job.’ It was a very pleasurable experience, and the good news was, aside from a smirk and wink the next time Kristy saw me, things weren’t awkward between us. That night in her car, she had expressed interest in wanting to repeat what we had done. However, Kristy never said anything else about it.On Tuesday morning, roughly three weeks after our first encounter, Kristy texted me in the morning as she arrived at...
Oral SexRoban thought about yesterday’s events after the girls had left but that got him horny, so he stood up to relieve his bladder and wash. He was hungry but before he went out to search for food there was knocking on the door. After he called out, “Come in”, the door opened and a woman he hadn’t seen before entered. The woman was of regal beauty somewhere in between twenty-five and thirty. High cheek bones, a thin straight nose, intelligent sparkling blue eyes and a rather small mouth with thin...
Introduction: Things constantly change for Sarah TRAGEDY Sarah returned to her room and moved out to a big dormer area with a lovely window adjoining her bedroom. It had been designed and outfitted as a reading area. This was a favorite spot. She brought book after book here and spent hours lost in their tales, big soft chair, good music, wonderful natural light by day and very good reading lamp at night. Because of the design of the old estate her windows were really on the fourth floor as...
Introduction: She had stumbled into his life and now it had gone where neither of them anticipated. MORNING Early light and early sounds of the woods started to make their way into the bedroom. Sarah and Clem were still tightly together, covered by just the sheet. It would seem during the night she had gotten too warm and moved the blanket down to the foot of the bed. Clem looked down at the sleeping young girl cradled beside him. She was remarkably pretty. Her head shared his pillow, her...
To Break a Wishbone By Robyn Thanksgiving. Not my favorite time of year certainly. For most it is the time each year one gets to share the company of friends while eating a grand meal. For me too, Thanksgiving is the one day when all my family gets together from all over the country to celebrate together. Aside from being a time of turkey and talk, though, it is also the time of criticism and comparison. You see, I was born a twin. The "older one" as I'm constantly reminded of....
I pulled off the freeway at the next reststop, to allow Eliza to put on her chaps- as much for protection from the hot muffler and potential road rash as for warmth. Good leathers are as an important safety feature as a helmet. Thick palmed gloves are also good to have. While Eliza was in the lady's room getting suited up, Trouble arrived. I heard the multiple rumble of an approaching pack, and started to center myself. reaching down for my conflict resolution skills. I made sure that my...
I fell in love at an early age. Really early. I remember it clear as day, seven years old, like a bolt of lightning. Her name was Stephanie Mahoney, and she was a sixteen year old goddess assigned to babysit my precocious little self. I told her within minutes of her walking through the door that I planned on marrying her, and bless her, she didn’t laugh, just smiled and said she liked younger men, but she expected to be kept in a certain fashion when we did get married. My parents were in a...
Hermione Granger clutched the old tome she had found closely to her chest as she moved through the halls of Hogwarts back towards the entrance to the Room of Requirements. 5 weeks into the school break, several members of the so-called Dumbledore's Army had returned to school for a little over a week (with their respective parent's permission, of course, or in Harry's case, cowed acceptance from his uncle, who was really more than happy to have him out of the house.) With Dumbledore's...
I had just mowed my lawn and was dragging a plastic trash can half-filled with grass clippings to the curb when I saw her. She was walking breezily on the sidewalk, approaching my yard, and looking every which way. I stood there and stared at her without really meaning to. I think it was just unusual to see a young woman dressed like she was in the middle of a weekday afternoon. I, on the other hand, was wearing an old pair of shorts and a torn sleeveless shirt. I had taken the day off from...
A week ago my wife had non-consensual sex with six black guys and one of their sluts. We had been recovering OK from that incident and even getting turned on by parts of it. She would tease me about how could my one white dick possibly compare to six black ones. And wouldn't I like to see how that black meat looked sliding between her pale pussy lips. Abruptly the hot talk stopped. She still fucked when I instigated it but didn't seem as excited. What was going on? My questions went...
Shift Happens: Lionel by Kaitlyn Autofield It had been such a long Friday, and Lionel was eager to get home to his apartment and rest for once. ?He walked up the two flights of stairs just as Silvia was on her way down. ?She flashed a smile at Lionel which sent tingles down his spine. Silvia was obviously dressed for a night out with her friends, making her quite a lovely sight for Lionel. ?Secretly, he wished he would sum up the courage to ask her out, but living...
Aubrey James Phillips sat quietly in the municipal courtroom as he waited for his destiny to be decided. He had hired a lawyer to help get him off the charges he was facing. Court was slated to begin at 2:00 p.m. so he made sure he was in place at 1:15 p.m. Twenty minutes after he arrived wearing black slacks, a light blue button down shirt, a red tie, and black Stacy Adams, in walked an extremely attractive light-skinned woman. He stared at her, but not too hard. Typically, he liked...
After all the noise and smoke and killings of 1881, Tombstone, Arizona began attracting scribes the way a buffalo corpse attracts vultures and flies. It seemed as if every newspaper back East had to have an eyewitness account of the big shootout between the Earps and the Clantons. These overly romantic seekers of Truth and Beauty inevitably ended up sitting across from Big Minnie, buying her drink after drink at the Bird Cage Theater and scribbling furiously in their journals. Minnie had a way...
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He looked something like the Shane Walsh character from The Walking Dead, except a little thinner and little younger looking. He had dark curly hair and was handsome like the cable TV. character. It was about one o'clock in the afternoon and there weren't too many people in the restaurant. As he stepped up to the counter he saw a young girl standing with her back to him, she had shoulder length dark brown hair. Wes looked at her sharply, the girl was about five seven and she had a...
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Ring ... Ring ... Ring ... Ring... >click< "umm, ... h-Hello? Her warm clear deep contralto voice didn't sound groggy, but more breathless- had I interupted anything? I mentaly slapped myself- She was a Nun, for Christ's Sake! "Yes, this is Samual the Dishwasher, we grokked today, and you dropped your hankerchief." I said, saying the first thing that popped into my head- well, the second or third thing, actualy- my internal editor wasn't totaly out of commission. "Oh! Sam is...
DD4 I led the way to the grassy area, making certain that there were no trashcans, picnic tables, or trees behind me for thirty feet or so. I wasn't putting it past the man mountain to be able to knock me flying that far. Each of his thighs was as thick as my waist, he put all of professional wrestlers to shame, with one exception- and he didn't have the sweet temperment of Andre the Giant. I swear I must have been insane, I looked like a seven year old child next to him. However, I had...
I sat up, and looked behind me to see Eliza standing there, in chaps, leather jacket and purple hot pants, hands on her hips, glaring angrly at the grovling minions of Satan. I was certainly glad her anger wasn't directed at me, as she tore into LongArms with a razor sharp tongue lashing. "Andreloch Mutu Sabrultoz, just what in the hell are you doing messing with what is mine? You are not even suposed to be in this plane! The rules are very clear, and this one is not one of yours! I have...
I sat holding my cup of coffee in the otherwise deserted cafe, waiting for Eliza to get back from the restroom, and thought about this and that. It was taking a little getting used to, to get used to Andre's Monster Bike- The extended front fork, and dual backrest, and swept handlebar invited, nay, insisted on a reclined, and very comfortable posture. I could stay in the saddle in this position for hours! The one drawback, was due to Andre's longer arms- I was actualy unable to ride the...
Somewhere in Heaven "Did you hear what she said!? if anything happens to that Sam Stocker, we get such a coup! But this has to remain a secret, from Him, of course, but expecialy from Her, and her Daddy! This could all backfire, and blow up in our faces, if we don't use the utmost caution. Only work through deniable cut-outs, with plausable motives! The Gains are worth the Risk, this is too big to pass up! It is unfortunate that our Plan requires Mr. Stocker to become martyred, but we will...
It was early morning as we rumbled into the small coastal town. We pulled into a workingman's cafe, and were there before most of the Regulars. I kept a close look at the waitresses face, and managed to choose a booth that didn't make her feel uncomfortable, trying to not claim anyones usual spot. We ordered coffee, and when she returned with the refill and to take our order, we decided to split an omlette and extra side of toast. I had sourcream on my half, and she used the rest of the...
I woke up later, I guess I was tired after all... wink. Eliza was snuggled to my side, tracing gentle patterns in my chest hair languidly with one fingertip. Of course, she knew exactly when I was awake... "Yes, I can see your dreams, but I prefer not to. Dreams are like hallucinations, they don't make much sense. I prefer just to gather the emotional content of the sleeping thoughts. Would you like me to wake you up if you start to have a nightmare?" I pondered the question a moment, and...
I didn't answer her out loud, but instead stopped her relieved babbling with kisses. Luckly she didn't take offence. We managed to get out on the road again before the checkout deadline, and it was much nicer to travel knowing that someone wasn't trying to kill us, or me, rather! Suddenly Eliza gripped my arm, and indicated I should pull over. What Now? I thought. "I felt something, picked up some thoughts- Someone needs our help! Are you up to playing Hero, again?" For my Eliza, I was...
I had found a shop who could put just enough bend in the yoke of the handlebars that I could sit comfortably, my feet in the right place for easy shifting, and it was quite comfortable to fly down the road, with two lovely ladys at my back. Eliza gave me a thankful squeeze at the thought, and Marygold4, or Mary Goldfour, as she had taken to pronouncing it, purred into my wireless earpiece. It had taken very little work to arrange her laptop home so that she was always on even with the top...
Come Tax-time, Eliza unbent enough to accept help from the Devil's Accountant in filing with the IRS. She acknowledged that they both fell under the same umbrella organization anyway, so fighting fire with fire only made sense. Mary Goldfour was incorporated as Lustease, and started trading on the stock market, opening at a prestigious $44. a share. Her classy and seamless customized "live" interactive video encounters, tens of thousands per day, had garnered Name Recognition as well as...
When Mary said "Sailing Yacht" emphasis was on "Sailing". While Eliza and I were furnishing the Mansion, Mary somehow found a ship for sale. It was a schooner of just under two hundred feet in length, with a narrow beam in the Bermuda Sloop configuration, with raked masts, three of them. Triangular sails adorned them, with a for'ard staysail in front of the foremast, and a spinnaker ballooning out ahead of that as well, when all sail was set. The Bermuda Sloop is arguably the precursor...
Sometimes I loved being a professor. Most of the time, really. My class is such that usually students don't take it if they aren't serious about it. Classical Mythology is not on the general education list so there are no general education credits for taking it. Teaching a specialized subject typically meant mature and dedicated students.This semester, however, my Thursday evening class had a handful of miscreants in it, one miscreant more troubling than the others. It seemed Blake...
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Hi. I'm Mike. Courtney is my wife of 24 years. Until recently she's been a one man woman. That line recently got crossed on a vacation trip but this story is about something that happened not long after. We are in our early forties and married with three boys. I'm 6'4,250 lbs. brown hair, pretty average sized dick. Courtney is just over five foot with a nicely curvy shape. Her buns and boobs are well filled out and her crowning glory is long red hair. Full and red down below...
Our three boys were at various camps so we could take a vacation where WE wanted to go. I's always wanted to try "caravanning", which is what traveling in an RV is called in Britain, so I rented a nice sized rig. Not a monster but big enough to be comfortable and yet easy to handle in traffic. Courtney wouldn't help drive it and our destination was fairly far away so I asked the eighteen-year-old son of my older sister to come along. I did warn him that there would be times he'd have to...
He called the next day, however. After thanking her for the company at lunch, he asked her to out again in two weeks. The second lunch was like the first. He called on Monday and asked her out in two weeks’ time. He attended the next Sunday, and she went to the Petersons for dinner. Nobody in the congregation invited her for the next week. Without consulting her, maybe without discussing it with each other, Blake and the congregation had divided her Sunday afternoons neatly. The third week,...
It was hot. Dust-eating, butt numbing hot as I rode the trail from California into the Arizona territory. Tombstone was planning a big Independence Day shindig that year since eighteen hundred and eighty two was a territorial anniversary. Even though I was still more than a hundred and fifty miles away I'd met up with slower moving groups heading in that direction. The trail was crowded with buckboards carrying weary families, with children whining about the heat. Big, clanking wagons loaded...
Hermione: Just think of Emma Watson or google her or something Hagrid: Big guy, like 9 feet tall, kinda fat, long bristly beard and hair. Harry: Skinny, untidy black hair, glasses, scar on his forehead Ron: tall, red hair, freckles “Where are you going?” Ron asked. Hermione, one foot out the portrait hole looked back at Ron and Harry, who were playing a game of Wizard’s Chess in front of the fire in the Gryffindor common room. “I’m just going down to see Hagrid. I need...
Hermione walked towards the libary to meet up with Ginny - who had asked Hermione if she could help her with studying for the OWLS. The mere thought of studying sent Hermione into a frenzy of delight! What would she teach the young Ginny? Transfiguration? Defense Against The Dark Arts? Oh! Hermione did not care which subject, for she loved them all. She walked into the libary and proceeded to look for Ginny - she overheard several people talking, "man, I never knew she could be that hot -...
We took an Uber down to the museum, and we were having a great time socializing on the way. The Monet exhibit had been sold out for weeks and as we preceded toward the exhibit hall where the Monet exhibit was housed, we were all very excited as we waited in the museum lobby for our scheduled time. We were soon allowed to go in and as soon as we started to walk around the Monet exhibit, it was apparent just how packed it was. The museum kept the lighting low, probably so it wouldn’t damage...
297 PT1 The last atonement! This in pt1and 2 is a 100% true story as given to me by the lady concerned, some features of it some will find distasteful and normally I would not deal with in my normal course of writing, but because its true I have included the whole sorry story in her own very precise wordsThe last atonement! I was going through a bad patch emotionally, things were very difficult at home and I was in a rather dark place, I knew I needed some release from the mental struggle of my...
Harry Potter, "The Boy Who Lived", was beyond mad. He was seethingly angry. He had just been out on a date with Cho Chang, the girl he had had a crush on since his 3rd year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry. Thing had looked up over the past few months. Cho actually seemed to be liking him! It had taken him ages to screw up the courage to ask her our, but he couldn't have wished for a better response. She had accepted immediately. However, once out on the date, Harry found...