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The Blue Octopus

I took a barefoot stroll along the sandy Nai Yang beach, and watched the sun set over the sea, before I headed elsewhere. I found my way to one of the nearby restaurants, and seated myself. Since I wasn't the biggest fan of seafood, I decided for Chicken Massan Curry. It was very tasty, and not particularly spicy for a curry, something I had no objection against. After the dinner I walked around and found myself at Bangla Road; there were surprisingly a lot of people for that time of day. I...

The Blue Bra

The Blue Bra A Fairy Tale for Transvestites Copyright 1991 By Leigh De Santa Fe There was a king who had three daughters. Well, two daughters and a son, actually. But the son was the loveliest of the three. It works that way sometimes. Anyhow, three princes from a neighboring kingdom were wandering about in search of wives and they stopped by a tall cool one at the castle of our king. Now the king wasn't doing too well, cofferwise. In fact, he was flat broke. The peasants...

Blue HandChapter 20

The ancient forests to the west of the Waste were more beautiful that Porter remembered from over half a year ago. The tall trunks with their clinging vines gave him a touch of homesickness when he considered his first journey through these trees. Even the sounds of animals hunting, eating, and enjoying themselves were pleasing to his ears, much more so than the strange calls of the twisted forests to the north. Reconciling completely with Gilly took more than a few days, which was not an...

Big Blue

Ruth and I usually watch TV for an hour or so in the evening. We were sitting on our couch in front of the TV while Blue, our two-year-old Bull Terrier, lounged on the sofa with us. Bored by the TV, he went to the door and looked back at me. I went to the sliding glass door, pulled it open, and let him out. A few minutes later, he was back at the door wanting in. I got up again and opened the door for him. Blue was almost pure white with a big black patch around his left eye. He seemed...

Killing Daddy Blue

Wednesdays were always boring for Holly, and this one was worse than most. Her usual trade didn’t hit the streets until the end of the week when they got paid, or until the welfare checks came. This wasn’t the week for the welfare checks. It was cold, and there was a light mist falling that promised to turn into snow very soon. She could move up a few blocks to the ritzy section of town, but the cops paid more attention there, and Daddy Blue didn’t like having to pay off the uptown cops. They...

Detective s Blues Chapter Two

Detective's Blues Chapter Two Wednesday, June 30, 2001 I awoke with Janet's alarm clock buzzing in my ear. I rolled over onto my side to switch it off, and the feeling of my breasts shifting as I moved brought it all back to me. I was Bill Richmond, a prosperous Washington D.C. private eye. I was trapped in Janet Washington's rather voluptuous body and forced to assume her identity. She had left me a note saying she had left town, and I had no idea where she or my body...

Detective s Blues Chapter Four

Detective's Blues Chapter Four By joeshmoe547 Thursday, July 1, 2002 I awoke between Jim and James as the morning sun filtered through the abandoned warehouse's dirty windows. I was snuggled against James' broad back, my breasts crushed between us, as I pressed close against him to ward off the early morning chill. I could feel Jim behind me, his hips curled tight against mine. My head ached slightly from the beer I had drunk last night as I sat up. Groggily, I thought...

Sarah Carerra 2 06 Hospital Blues

Please email me at AngelJediGirl (at) gmail (dot) com before posting this story to any other site. Posting to a pay site is prohibited. Comments and suggestions are also welcome at the above email address. --- Sarah Carerra By AngelJedi (Released: September 6, 2010) Chapter 6 - Hospital Blues The constant hum of machinery and the intermittent beeping were the first things that I became aware of. The smell of antiseptic was next. I opened my eyes a moment later. A...

A Cinderella Spell Chapter 3 Dancing the Blues Away

A Cinderella Spell - Chapter 3, Dancing the Blues Away "Beth." "BETH!" "ELIZABETH VICTORIA BENNET!!!" shouted my Mam from downstairs. I sat up in bed and wiped the sleep from my eyes. Whatever's wrong it must be urgent for her to use my full name including a middle name I didn't realise I had. "WHAT?" I shouted back. "DON'T "WHAT" ME YOUNG LADY," she shouted back up again. "YOU'VE GOT TO BE FITTED FOR THREE DRESSES THIS MORNING BEFORE YOU TURN UP FOR PRACTICE AND YOU'RE...

Sunday Night Blues in the Middle Class

Sunday Night Blues in the Middle Class (Redux) The people around us, whores, pimps, junkies and bums, stared in disbelief; but I was too high to care. Time flowed past, slowly, like water; I looked down, into dark brown eyes, as my slave forced my hard cock into her throat. My hand, wrapped in Jessica’s dark curls, pushed her even further and I moaned in pleasure. It was late night in the worst part of town; my back was to an empty store front, the broken windows to either...

Bob s Blues

Bob had the blues so bad he figured if he was able to look in the mirror he'd look like Grover, Harry, or Cookie -- the fuzzy and blue monsters from Sesame Street, which he was currently watching because the remote had stopped working and he couldn't get out of bed to change the channel. He knew the batteries in the remote were okay; he'd just put them in last week or maybe it had been the week before. With the day he had had yesterday, it was kind of hard to remember things. He was...

Playing the BluesChapter 4

A little later the girls were sitting at their table having a last drink as most of the crowd were leaving. Several people had approached them, mostly to welcome Jenny and thank her for playing. Jenny was amused by the way Kate seemed to try to get between Jenny and every woman that came over but eventually she pulled the girl down into the chair beside of her to keep Kate still. “So Jenny,” Julie asked smirking at Jenny, “Is there something you forgot to tell us?” “Well not really, up...

Path of the Blue SpiritChapter 5

Kara walked into the kitchen before dawn, the smell of coffee and eggs and sizzling bacon rich in the air. Ellen walked over to her without speaking and gave her a very prolonged and fierce hug. Mark's father Tom looked slightly surprised at the intensity of the emotions his wife was showing, but otherwise just nodded his greeting at Kara and smiled. Kara caught Mark's eyes, and she realized Mark had found the time to tell his mother about the horrors in Kara's childhood. Kara felt...

Blue Taboo Part 2 of 2

Blue was my niece.----I hadn’t seen Rachel for years. From what I’d been told, several years back she’d left home right out of high school, did her own thing and had made herself scarce ever since. But I was now sure it was her, something about her eyes and her almost-smile had triggered a years-old subtle recollection.I got Rocket’s phone number from Mel and called him. I asked him about the girls from the bachelor party.“They used to be strippers down at the Hoochie Coochie Club,” he said....

The Woman In The Blue Chair

One particular evening I recall distinctly. It was a beautiful, clear summer evening. I had walked to a local bar after work to have a few drinks with the guys and shoot a little pool. On my way back home, I walked passed an apartment building adjacent to my own. As I passed, I heard the distinct sounds of sex coming through a partially open window. It was clearly a woman. Though I am no ‘peeping Tom,’ my curiosity began to get the best of me. The fact that I had a few drinks in me no...

Blue bells

I don't know why it attracted me so much; I mean I had never even thought about it before. But now, it was the only thing on my mind. Maybe it was because I was single now. The divorce from my wife had been hard, but we both knew our marriage was over and we no longer loved each other. So now I was single and available to go after as many women as I wanted. Sex would not be something that was rationed to only when she felt like it. After the divorce was final, I had vowed to try new...

The Woman In The Blue Chair

During the early seventies I was a young man still in my twenties. I was on my own again after my short-lived first marriage and living in a fairly nice apartment complex in a small city. Though a bit depressed after the break-up of my marriage, I did find a certain amount of solace in my work and I did make an effort to get back in the dating scene. A friend of mine had found me a job working for a surveying company and I enjoyed the work. The pay was fairly decent and I was always an outdoors...

The Blue Guitar

While sweeping the hallway, or emptying the trash cans, or making sure the bathrooms had paper towels and toilet paper, Orrin thought about Emily. So what if I’m the janitor and she’s a lawyer’s personal assistant, I’m just as good as anyone who works at Ainsworth and Thelin…she'll see. Orin was determined to get up the nerve to ask her out. He believed that if she got to know him, she would see that he was a lot more than a janitor. He knew that if she heard his music she would see the depth...

THE BLUE GUITAR

While sweeping the hallway, or emptying the trash cans, or making sure the bathrooms had paper towels and toilet paper, Orrin thought about Emily. So what if I’m the janitor and she’s a lawyer’s personal assistant, I’m just as good as anyone who works at Ainsworth and Thelin...she'll see. Orin was determined to get up the nerve to ask her out. He believed that if she got to know him, she would see that he was a lot more than a janitor. He wished she could hear him play his guitar and knew that...

Lesbianism in Modern Literature 7

It was a somewhat cloudy and windy day on the slopes. Sally gave Sam another ski lesson. She had already shown a great deal of improvement. Her experience at water skiing was paying off after all. Still, Sam moved slowly and fell often. Fortunately she didn't hurt anything, except her pride.Several hours later the two of them made their way back to the cabin. Before they went inside, Sam indulged Sally's desire to build a "snowman". While Sam was creating the head, Sally was working on the...

Lesbianism in Modern Literature 6

Sam lay in bed listening to the sounds of pots and pans in the kitchen as she recovered from the intensity of her orgasm. Her body was still tingling all over. In her thirty years, she had never experienced anything close to what had just happened. She never knew that sex could be that good. And, what could she say about Sally. Every time she saw her face in her mind, her heart would burn with fire and butterflies would start fluttering in her stomach. She had never felt this way about someone...

Lesbianism in Modern Literature 5

The smell of coffee brewing and bacon cooking awoke Sam. She opened her eyes and stretched. A feeling of great euphoria rushed over her and she smiled. All of her upbringing told her that what had happened last night was wrong. However, every other part told her it was so right. It was like she had an angel on one shoulder and a devil on the other. They were arguing right and wrong. But, she couldn't tell which position the angel or the devil was taking.Sam got out of bed and put her robe on...

Lesbianism in Modern Literature 2

It took Sam a long time to fall asleep. When she finally did, she began to have erotic dreams. She was in a sea of large breasts. They were everywhere. She was sucking on one and playing with two others. Then, there were other women all around her, waiting for her to suck on their breasts. She was surrounded with flesh. Suddenly, Sam's eyes opened and she was in a cold sweat and very sexually aroused. She tried to put the dream out of her mind, however, each time she went back to sleep, she had...

The Miniature Blue Lady

The Miniature Blue Lady By Hoopla Nervously Jim read the reviews "very erotic" said one "great characters too much sex." "So good it makes Tabor read like a sack of shit" Claimed another. It was done, he had finally written and submitted his first story, 'The Big Titty latex BDSM TransGender Cola.' Jim leaned back in his chair gloating, rereading each review meticulously hoping another one would magically pop up. "You did well, Jim." A sensuous female voice spoke. Jim bolted...

The Barbie Lez Fantasies Week 89 BlueBEARry Picking

Author’s Note 2: Although this fantasy can be read independently, it was written as part of a series. For full enjoyment, please read “The Barbie Lez Fantasies: Week 1-88”. *** Have you ever had one of those fantasies? You know, the ones that feel so real you begin to wonder if you are actually imagining them. Well, I do… because I have them all the time! Sometimes, they turn into a story, but mostly they remain trapped inside my brain. That is, until now… I was visiting my father. I...

Bluebells

It’s the little things I love: the warmth of your hand on the small of my back, your thigh gently bumping mine as we walk, the twinkle in your eyes when you look at me. I adore your laugh and the way your smile creases your entire face. If I nuzzle against you, your enticing scent fills my nostrils, and I love the way I quiver when your hand clasps mine.We entwine fingers now, linked together as we walk side-by-side through sunlight dappled by the dense beech canopy. Stooping, you pluck a...

Sugarblue Beach

The sea has always fascinated me. The way the waves flow over the water. The amazing colours help focus your mind and bring a sense of calmness, inner peace and clarity. I have always loved just sitting on the beach in the same place watching the sea for hours on end. It’s the closest thing to paradise or heaven. I suppose that’s why I enjoyed helping Chris, before the fire that is. My name is Simone. I am eighteen, 5’11, slim, have long brown hair and brown eyes with slightly larger than...

Bluey Toohey Makes it Happen

= CHAPTER 1 Advertising creative director Katrina Cole was on the cusp of a meltdown. Her department was under notice it was in danger of losing a $3.3 million account because the client was alleging the branding campaign was not working. The agency counter-claimed that the Genuine Cowboy Belts Corporation (GCBC) was at fault, it’s sales and marketing arms were responsible for sluggish sales. That finger pointing was rejected by the client as ‘standing too close to the wall while...

The Barbie Lez Fantasies Week 89 BlueBEARry Picking

Introduction: A quick and kinky bestiality fantasy! Authors Note 1: These short fantasies started off as weekly mini-stories for my readers, but the newsletter was shut down because autoresponders do not accept adult content. I thus decided to publish these fantasies for free for my readers to enjoy. It is meant to entertain, so please do not leave hateful comments if everything is not perfect. I am only human after all. Authors Note 2: Although this fantasy can be read independently, it was...

Bluebirds Sing

I guess I was a little slow in becoming sexually active, at least that is the way it felt listening to almost all my friends describe all the encounters they had had with the much discussed ‘Penis’. It seemed like every time I got together with my friends, who were sixteen or seventeen too, the subject always turned to boys and everyone seemed like they had a new experience with a boy to share. Not me. With rather strict parents, I had only been allowed to start dating after I had turned 16....

My Day in TheBluebell Woods

My Day in TheBluebell Woods I had known Dave for some years, but only cyberly on an internet forum, both of us being from different parts of the US, although originally from different parts of the world and though he was nearly double my age I felt we always had a special affinity from day one. We had talked on every subject over the years but the one thing that had stuck in my mind was what he called The Treatment … His description had me wanting it when we discussed it. And still did....

BlazBlue Sexy Intervention

You certainly don't need to know about the BlazBlue universe to read this story. It'll definitely help, though! It's simply an anime set in the future. There's magic, and science, and they use it in unison to survive in what is essentially a post-apocalyptic world. It isn't barren, however, but a good portion of the population did die almost a hundred years ago. All you need to know while reading this is that there's people, and you're going to mess with them. Feel free to "like" your favourite...

My First Story by blueslipman illustrated

I should start by saying that I don’t have a panty fetish, I have a nylon fetish. I love all things made of nylon, panties, slips, nightgowns and all other items made of that wonderfully soft fabric. I am however not a cross dresser. I have tried women’s clothing on once or twice in the privacy of my home but I have never had the desire to go out and it really didn’t do anything for me. I have also never put on makeup or wigs. I just enjoy the feeling of nylon on against my body. I do sometimes...

My Third Story by blueslipman

I know you're waiting for me. Even as I come through the door, I can feel you. I don't make you wait. I'm as excited as you are. So I drop the stuff I am carrying in the living room, quickly undress down to my underwear and hurry up to the bedroom, pausing only to remove a scrap of material from the pocket of my pants.Once I cross the threshold, I pause. You're sitting on the edge of bed. You've closed the blinds and you're waiting, waiting for me. And I smile, knowing that you planned this. I...

My Second Story by blueslipman

As I mentioned in my last story, I have a nylon fetish. I love panties, slips, nightgowns and other items made from that wonderfully soft and sensuous fabric. I use them to masturbate because of how the fabric feels sliding up and down my penis, it is very intense. Sometimes when I am going at it I will put on a nightgown, slip, panties or some combination of these silky items for added stimulation. However, I am not a cross-dresser I just enjoy these items for sexual pleasure not for some need...

crackwhoreblues 42

Transmission # 97 Standing at the edge of the cliff, gazing thoughtlessly down into the septic tank of our soul... High heels and lip-stick, cocaine enemas, we beg the Whore-Goddess to fuck us with her fifteen inch throbbing cock, to be her slave....Bouncing up and down, playing pogo on your cock, tightening my sphincter, milking, teasing, squeezing your throbbing shaft so deep inside. You pull my legs back, speeding my asshole, gape-r****g me, making me scream as I lose control over my...

crackwhoreblues 42

Transmission # 97 Standing at the edge of the cliff, gazing thoughtlessly down into the septic tank of our soul... High heels and lip-stick, cocaine enemas, we beg the Whore-Goddess to fuck us with her fifteen inch throbbing cock, to be her slave....Bouncing up and down, playing pogo on your cock, tightening my sphincter, milking, teasing, squeezing your throbbing shaft so deep inside. You pull my legs back, speeding my asshole, gape-r****g me, making me scream as I lose control over my...

Taking Mom Down to the Woods by blueheatt

Fiction, Blowjob, Cheating, Consensual Sex, Cum Swallowing, First Time, i****t, Oral Sex, Reluctance, Teen Male / Female, YoungTaking Mom Down to the Woods__I was so proud of the fort I had made down at the woods. It was hidden in a bank by the creek. I told my mom how cool it was and how no one could see or find it. She smiled and said how her dad had built her one when she was young. A private place where dad and her could go to talk private. Talk private? I wondered what they would have to...

The sweet Bluebird s spiked whip

Noenoe was slapping me. From right, from left. Then from right, from left again. After each couple of slaps i kissed her punishing hands. I was kneeling on sharp gravel, naked, with my wrists tied together behind my back. My cheeks and lips started swelling. My knees were hurting badly. So were my tied wrists. And my mouth, too, colliding continually with my teeth. And so was my tongue, which i was biting sharp in my effort not to wail with pain. "Well, filthy bitch", Noenoe said after a very...

The Bluebell girl

Have you ever seen a mountain meadow? There are well-manteined lawns where the grass is cut and collected with great effort by men and women accustomed to hard work, and wild meadows where the growing grasses interrupt the view. A green and yellow wall that conceals, protects. Who sits between this herb is isolated, the sounds muffled. You can lie and watch the clouds that cover the blue sky sea, as crazy boats. Breathing the fresh and pure air. Smiling at insects flying through your space in...

Bluebell Hill

Bluebell Hill By Paul1954 Prologue Rochester University, Kent, England : October 27th, 2000 Elizabeth Geddes watched the backs of the three young men as they departed from her office and then closed her eyes tightly. Despite the hard facade she had just had to show to them she knew, more than they could ever be aware of, just exactly how they had felt. She heard a muffled curse as the door slammed shut behind them, and experienced what she might have thought of as a feeling of...

Bluebirds Sing

I guess I was a little slow in becoming sexually active, at least that is the way it felt listening to almost all my friends describe all the encounters they had had with the much discussed 'Penis'. It seemed like every time I got together with my friends, who were sixteen or seventeen too, the subject always turned to boys and everyone seemed like they had a new experience with a boy to share. Not me. With rather strict parents, I had only been allowed to start dating after I had turned 16....

The New You GeneBlue Version

The New You - GeneBlue Version By Celeste Ann Taylor How long is it since you knew? Absolutely knew? You couldn't tell anyone, they wouldn't understand, they'd think you were a loser, a freak, a tomboy. They didn't know or want to know the torment, the pain, the misery you endured every single second of every minute of every hour of every day of every week of every month of every year of your life. They didn't realise the loneliness and solitude that you felt, that you...

A New Lease Chapter 1 Never Seen a Bluer Sky

It had been a day like any other. The four of us, Liz, my wife, Adam, her brother, and Christine, Adam's girlfriend, as well as myself, Nick, were piled in Liz's car. We were going to visit her Grandma, who lived a few hours away, so it made sense to take one car. It was Liz's car, so she drove, like always. It was a trip we'd made exactly like this, several times a year, for the past 5 years or so. That's why the events of that day came as such a surprise. There was a new song on...

My Day in TheBluebell Woods

My Day in TheBluebell Woods I had known Dave for some years, but only cyberly on an internet forum, both of us being from different parts of the US, although originally from different parts of the world and though he was nearly double my age I felt we always had a special affinity from day one. We had talked on every subject over the years but the one thing that had stuck in my mind was what he called The Treatment … His description had me wanting it when we discussed it. And still did. And...

Sex after bluefilm

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Bluebonnets in Her Golden Hair

... years ago, I rode these prairies, with my bride so sweet and fair, I remember, how it thrilled her, Pretty bluebonnets blooming everywhere... * The evening shadows were falling fast by the time Amos and Abigail finished their supper and made their way out to the cool of their veranda to enjoy the evening twilight. "How many nights we've sit out here wondering where Emmett is, and what he's doing?" Abigail said, touching her husband's hand, as if to seek comfort and reassurance. "I...

Waiting at the BluebirdChapter 2

They had just dropped Cal at the Dew Drop Inn on the far side of town. Junior bounced the pickup over the railroad tracks without slowing down, which caused Roxie to be jarred in her seat. It was hot already on the Sunday morning in early June and no rain in sight again for the fourteenth straight day. Through the rolled-down window Roxie could hear the gravel under the tires as they sped along. The house was just a hundred yards ahead on the stub of the County Road where she lived with her...

Waiting at the BluebirdChapter 3

Roxie sank into the bucket seat of Cal’s new Mustang. It occurred to her that it was more comfortable than any chair in her aunt’s house. The air conditioning was such a welcome relief from the summer heat. “I could sure get used to this” “You’re so nice to come pick me up, Cal,” she said aloud in her sweetest voice. “I love your new car.” “No problem,” Cal grunted. “I wasn’t busy. I don’t know why I bought this car. It’s a lot more car than what I need.” “I like it a lot,” she...

Waiting at the BluebirdChapter 4

Roxie had to work the six-to-eleven shift the following morning. The breakfast trade was always the best for tips and Monday morning was the busiest weekday. Since her car was on the sick list, she found herself walking the two miles at five in the morning. The sun was just beginning to burnish the horizon. She took that on faith, since in the center of town there was no horizon. If she’d had her car it would have been a quick drive to make it to the diner just at the last minute. There’d be...

Waiting at the BluebirdChapter 5

Homer Barlow was the Mayor of Appleton, a lifelong resident. He was much older than Cal—pushing seventy. He’d once owned the hardware store in town and got into local politics about twenty years before when he ran for City Council. It all started when he couldn’t get a zoning easement. He and Cal sat in a booth in the back area of the diner. It was easier to discuss business over lunch than in the Mayor’s office. “I called the meeting, so I guess lunch is me this time,” Cal said as they...

Waiting at the BluebirdChapter 7

Cal had just skipped lunch. He was impatient and full of questions as he sat in his law office. Edwin and Roxie—what could they want from him? Why did Edwin want the three of them to meet together? Why was Edwin so polite when he called for the appointment? Why did Cal care one way or the other? Should he put them on the clock? He answered ‘no’ to the last one. What would be the point? Edwin hadn’t yet repaid the money Cal advanced to Herb for the damages at the Dew Drop Inn. That had been...

Waiting at the BluebirdChapter 8

Cal arrived early; he knew it. He thought that he’d drive out to the Annex and have a look around before anyone else got there. Of course, he’d had a number of ‘look-arounds’ since the factory had gone vacant. It didn’t matter; Cal hated surprises. When he was elected to the County Legislature he’d asked for his assignment on the Economic Development Committee. He had recently become Chairman. Until then, he’d been forced to settle for little victories and some big defeats. Maybe he still...

Waiting at the BluebirdChapter 9

As soon as Roxie picked up her new car she sped to the diner to show everyone. It was late in the afternoon. Millie and Bonnie were just getting ready for the dinner crowd. She burst through the front door. “They even filled the gas tank,” she gushed. She realized, deep down, that the full tank wasn’t a big deal, but it impressed her enough when the salesman showed her, and she had to say something other than ‘come out here and look at my new car’. There were a few customers in the diner,...

Waiting at the BluebirdChapter 10

Cal sat alone in his office after business hours were over. Delores had gone home; he didn’t care but he was hungry as he hadn’t eaten all day. There was a full pot of fresh coffee his secretary made just before she left for the day. That would be enough. His hunger did make him think for a moment about the Bluebird Diner, and then about Roxie’s bank note that he’d cosigned that afternoon and the used car she’d just picked at the dealer’s lot that went with it. He was sure that she was...

Waiting at the BluebirdChapter 11

Delores was Cal’s secretary. When it was time for lunch she offered to bring something back for him, but Cal declined. “I’ll just have a soft drink out of the refrigerator,” he told her. “That’s no kind of lunch,” she scolded. “What you need is a wife who’ll make sure you eat properly.” Cal laughed. “I’ve got to find a woman who’s willing to go out with me first.” Delores stood in front of Cal’s desk with hands on hips. “We’ve been through that,” she said. Indeed, they had. Delores’...

Waiting at the BluebirdChapter 12

On holidays, like Memorial Day and Fourth of July, the Bluebird Diner closed early. It opened for the breakfast shift and the lunch crowd and any late stragglers. Then they would call it a day. It wasn’t just a way to give the help a day off to enjoy the town festivities. There was little business to do. Most people had other plans with picnics or backyard grilling. It was a lot easier to make one long shift for the truncated work day instead of two short ones. Bonnie asked for the day off,...

Waiting at the BluebirdChapter 13

A blast of morning sunlight danced through the window onto Roxie’s eyelids. Although she didn’t open her eyes, she was awake. It was the day after the Fourth, she remembered. She was at the Dew Drop the night before. She reached over to find Junior, but found an empty half of the bed. It was time for that nagging morning headache to start reminding her of that extra drink and cigarette that she hadn’t really wanted. She reasoned that Junior must have stolen out of the bed at five to do the...

Waiting at the BluebirdChapter 14

After Cal left the meeting at the Bluebird with Ross and Barlow he walked the short distance to his office. It was turning out to be a nice summer’s day in Appleton. Cal didn’t notice. “I really burned my bridges,” he confessed to himself. He recalled how he was sitting in George Lambe’s office less than two hours ago. He felt pretty nifty then, getting approval and encouragement from the County Manager. He wondered how a person could transform from mover-and-shaker to junior-wheel...

Waiting at the BluebirdChapter 15

Cal was out of the house early the next morning. It was going to be a nice day again, so he decided to walk. It shouldn’t have been any different from a normal summer’s morning. Cal didn’t get very far before he realized that a lot was changed. Usually, he would encounter a number of people on the way. Most of them he saw day after day. He would give a polite nod or ‘good morning’. Those whom he met would do the same and then both parties would proceed on their way minding their own...

Waiting at the BluebirdChapter 16

The sun was just struggling up over the horizon as Cal drove past the corn fields of the farms outside of town. The stalks were waist high, which meant right on schedule. “Knee-high by the Fourth of July,” Cal recited the adage to himself as he drove. It was just past the Fourth, so the corn was where it ought to have been—possibly a little higher, owing to the hot weather in late June. They had taken an inch of rain two nights before, so that was better yet. “Things are sure a lot simpler...

Waiting at the BluebirdChapter 17

Roxie had never been treated to front-row seats. That is, unless one counted Junior’s numerous episodes, but they seemed to count for less as time went by. That was the extent up until she’d been treated to an up-close view as Cal sparred with Jack Ross and Homer Barlow looked on as the second in Jack’s corner. Here she was again, and so was Cal and this time he was a having a go with a man whom Roxie didn’t know. It caught her interest for a couple of reasons. For one thing, she’d always...

Waiting at the BluebirdChapter 18

It was a rainy morning. Cal was up early and ate breakfast in his house. He was eager to tackle the day ahead and that was a relief. The night before he had driven his brother to his cabin after the calling hours for Roxie’s aunt. Edwin offered him a beer when they arrived and that one led to another. “At least we’re on speaking terms again,” he thought as he cleaned up the breakfast dishes. It seemed like Edwin’s discussion topic of choice was Roxie. Cal was surprised when he found out...

Waiting at the BluebirdChapter 19

Nearly a week passed after Roxie buried Flora. People were very nice. So many claimed they knew Flora at one time or another, in some capacity or other. Roxie wondered why she hadn’t seen them at calling hours. It wasn’t as if the funeral parlor was so packed with callers that she might have missed them. She started to ask a few if they had known about Flora’s calling hours, but then she stopped bringing it up. It only forced them to make some kind of excuse. Roxie realized that the...

Waiting at the BluebirdChapter 21

Cal was in George Lambe’s office, sitting across the desk from the empty, leather, executive office chair. George had been called away for a few minutes, just as Cal’s meeting with him was getting under way. It gave Cal a chance to think about his visit to his brother’s cabin the night before as he sipped his coffee. As he drove home Cal cast aside Edwin’s bellows and taunts. It was always Edwin who tried to make Cal feel smaller than he was. His brother had always been wrong and Cal learned...

Waiting at the BluebirdChapter 22

Cal was up before the sun the next morning, even though he hadn’t slept very well. It looked overcast as he stole a glance out the window, but the forecast had nothing about rain. He had become part of an inner circle composed of George Lambe, Fred Sherman and himself and that was exciting. Their confidence meant a lot to him. It wasn’t easy, however, to contemplate the crumbling of the old order. Cal didn’t know how many years Appleton and the County surrounding it had been in the hands of...

Waiting at the BluebirdChapter 23

Cal looked at his watch as the private jet touched down at LaGuardia Airport. It was almost one in the afternoon. They taxied for a few minutes and then veered into a private hangar that was far from the main terminal building. There was a large, black livery car waiting for them. As the engines on the jet wound down, Cal found himself sliding into the back seat of the car with Kondo by his side. The driver shut Cal’s passenger door and then got into the driver’s seatand they were headed for...

Waiting at the BluebirdChapter 24

Roxie was wearing her nicest white, silk blouse, even though it was summertime, and her ‘almost-too-tight’ black pants. She was sitting in the front room of her aunt’s house, waiting for Cal to show up. She looked at her watch: seven-fifteen. “My perfume is going to wear off soon if he doesn’t hurry up and get here,” she said out loud. It had been a long, hard day. She worked the morning shift at the diner, actually traded with Bonnie so she would have time to get ready. She had endured...

Waiting at the BluebirdChapter 25

Cal was driving along the County Road. The sun was climbing over the horizon of waist-high corn in the fields, but his attention wasn’t on the sunrise or the corn. His family’s farmhouse and barn weren’t too far in the distance. The call from Edwin had awakened him twenty minutes before. “Hey, Cal, I think you better get out here,” his brother had told him over the phone. “I think Dad’s havin’ a heart attack.” “Heart attack—are you sure?” Cal asked. “Well, I don’t know,” Edwin had said....

Waiting at the BluebirdChapter 26

Cal woke up the next morning feeling like he hadn’t been to sleep at all. He stretched and then propped himself up on his elbow and then realized that, in fact, he had only slept a few hours. Yes, he’d gone to bed early, but that didn’t mean anything about being asleep. He glanced at the lighted dial on the clock. It wasn’t even five in the morning. Ed would be waiting for him soon in the barn with a herd of Holsteins to milk, “I think that cheeseburger last night at the Bluebird gave me a...

Waiting at the BluebirdChapter 27

The meeting with Homer in the diner was over a lot sooner than Cal had expected. He walked out of the front door of the diner and took notice of the pleasant summer weather, as the days were slipping toward August. Cal decided to walk the long way around back to his office and that would put him there right on time for the afternoon appointment with his client. “It was a good idea to call Mildred Watkins before meeting with Homer,” he told himself. Indeed, it was, for Cal knew that Tanaka’s...

Waiting at the BluebirdChapter 28

Cal was out of bed before sunrise the next morning. He was looking forward to a day in which he could get himself caught up with his legal work because all the Annex tasks were done for the moment. After his meeting in George’s office the prior afternoon he doubled back to his office to put the finishing touches on the package that he was planning to send to Mr. Tanaka. Delores had it finished and waiting for him. She’d done a good job and there weren’t many changes to make. After that, it...

Waiting at the BluebirdChapter 29

Homer Barlow was buried on the day after the calling hours following a private, family service at the Presbyterian Church. Cal spent that Saturday and Sunday helping out on the farm. He and Junior brought in a cutting of hay from the North Forty section of the farm between milkings. On Sunday night, after his mother had made him a big dinner, Cal’s father told him that he was ready to take over again and that Cal should stay home from then on—and, by the way, ‘thanks for helping out’. Cal...

Waiting at the BluebirdChapter 31

Roxie stood in the parking space that Bubba’s truck had just vacated. She stared down the road at his taillights until she couldn’t see them anymore. She knew it was pointless to do it but couldn’t help herself. A small breeze came up and she could feel Bubba’s money flapping like a flag as she held the bills in her fingers. She stuffed the money in her jeans pocket, picked up her bag with her belongings and turned back toward the restaurant in the distance. Well, there was only one thing...

Waiting at the BluebirdChapter 32

It wasn’t the first time that Roxie had the suspicious eye of law enforcement cast her way. It didn’t bother her those other times. Then, it had been because she’d been raising hell. As far as she knew, no one really got into a lot of trouble for raising hell. In fact, she liked it when people thought of her as a hell-raiser. Besides, it was always Junior who was being hauled in. She was just the side-kick. It hadn’t been too long ago when she’d thought that she’d turned over a new leaf...

Waiting at the BluebirdChapter 34

Roxie finished sweeping out her cell. She pushed the dust and small amount of debris into a dustpan and emptied it into a large trash container on wheels. Her cell was the last little area of the small jail that she had to do. “I’m all done in here,” she yelled out to the sergeant, who was out in the front room. “I mopped the showers and rest rooms, too.” “Okay,” he replied. “You can take a break. Watch TV, if you want to.” Since Roxie was the only detainee in the jail at the moment, Sgt....

Waiting at the BluebirdChapter 35

Roxie relaxed in an upholstered chair at the foot of the bed in the motel room. She was watching Cal while he slept. They had only planned to stay three or four hours, but six hours had gone by and Cal didn’t show any signs of waking up. Roxie dozed off next to Cal for a while after their love making, which commenced right after Cal had checked them in and they found their room. Sometime later she slipped out of bed to use the bathroom. Cal didn’t move a muscle. Roxie decided to get dressed...

Waiting at the BluebirdChapter 36

It was about eight in the evening when Cal pulled into Roxie’s driveway. A gloomy afternoon had turned into a light evening rain. “There’s my beautiful car,” Roxie said. “I haven’t seen her in so long.” “You might want to start it and let her run a while before you drive it,” Cal said. “I can take a look at it if you want.” He shut off the motor of the Mustang and was about to jump out of the car to do just that. Roxie caught him by the arm before he had a chance to get all the way...

Waiting at the BluebirdChapter 37

Cal pulled his car into the parking lot of the Dew Drop Inn. It was nearly ten at night. The city streetlights afforded just enough light to enable customers to maneuver into the parking spaces. Since it was Monday night, there were only a few cars in the lot. Roxie’s car was among them but it was too dark to see if anyone was in it. He presumed that she was waiting for him inside. He knew that he was late—the Elk’s presentation had gone overtime. He hoped that she hadn’t been waiting for...

Waiting at the BluebirdChapter 39

“The Annex project is just the beginning. There’s a lot more we can do to bring good jobs into our county. I’d appreciate your vote.” Cal handed the lady a campaign brochure. He was standing on the steps to the front door of her trailer; she was in the doorway propping the door open. Two children of kindergarten age—a boy on the left a girl on the right—stood at either side of her, half-hiding behind her as they peered at Cal. “Hey! How about some ‘Tucker Buttons’ for the kids?” he asked...

Waiting at the BluebirdChapter 40

Cal was early. He was sitting in the front row of the City Council chambers going over his notes. The last time he had been there his presentation was halted by Wes Ingram and his army of college student volunteers. There was a raised platform on which sat a long table underneath a green felt cloth. The seven chairs behind it were for Kyle Stevens, as Mayor, and one for each of the council members. Cal wondered if a couple of them were asleep as the meeting formalities were getting under...

Waiting at the BluebirdChapter 42

Cal stood in the open doorway of the Community Room, watching a light rain fall on the gravel lane. It was eight-thirty at night and dark already. The dampness put an added chill in the air. Cal and Roxie were indoors, but the chill had invaded the unheated room, as well. Cal poured himself another cup of apple cider. He almost picked up a donut to go with it but forced himself to pass at the last moment. Roxie sat on a chair next to the long table, beside handfuls of Tucker Buttons piled on...

Waiting at the BluebirdChapter 43

Cal leaned closer to the mirror in his bedroom in the meager light of early morning as he struggled with the knot in his tie. He thought that the light in the hallway would be bright enough for him to attend to the uncooperative tie. He left the light in the bedroom turned off because Roxie was still sleeping and hadn’t yet shown any signs of waking. It seemed that every time he tried to create a perfect knot for his tie, it fought back when the tie appeared to be on the verge of a perfect...

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