The Ten of Them. Chapter 26

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In our last chapter we dealt with the situation with Cindy’s Mom, Sylvia was serving the last six months of her jail term. Sylvia rushed to the emergency room and hospitalized after she nearly died in front of JJ and Kara. During her initial evaluation, her diagnosis was brain cancer requiring emergency surgery. Uncle George helped get her released early for medical treatment and her good behavior.

Storyteller’s notes: I need to warn you, this is another chapter that deals with death and more importantly the death of a loved one. I have tried not to make it to graphic, and deal more with emotional side of this story. This is a real emotional chapter, but I feel it advanced and enriched the overall story. It shows that JJ is not always the hero, and allow some of his other family members to shine. If you been waiting for some of this, you can think Demik.
Demik private messaged me several times, sometimes with a critique sometimes with encouragement and lately with some very good ideas so I included them into the storyline.
Please remember this is fiction, and the facts portrayed are not reality, any and all names were products of my imagination. Please forgive misspelling and misused words. I have done my best to edit and correct them but I am sure I missed a few in the nearly 9293 words. All thanks to Microsoft Word and its recent improvements. Please enjoy it in spite of my failings. I do appreciate the positive comments I have gotten, along with the votes. If I continue to make a mistake, kind of like Kata feel free to PM me.

The Ten of Them. Chapter 26
Composed by Hard93 and Demik.

It is an early Saturday afternoon, and we are relaxing after lunch. Crystal sets in my lap and Sam leans against me both asleep in the warm sun light that shines through the glass keeping out the cool air of late winter. We enjoy the quiet after a boisterous morning. Ms. Clark brought the girls over so they can enjoy the pool. We took the opportunity to have a makeup birthday party for Cindy; it was a surprise to Cindy and her mother Sylvia as well, Because Cindy’s sixth birthday had passed during early December nearly two months before. Sylvia imprisoned at the time, and the orphanage could not provide one for Cindy.

Sylvia had begun her cancer treatment, although she was only beginning to feel the full effects of her chemo she was weak and had very little energy. Sylvia did enjoy watching her daughter splash in the pool and enjoy yourself. I was still Cindy’s foster father, although we were letting her sleep at Sylvia’s apartment during the weekends. Daniel, Kara and Karen left to help Sylvia this afternoon.

The Coach was working on this project with his crew, I tried not to think of it because Kathryn would learn of her surprise but given her smug grin, I think it is too late. I think, do not ruin the surprise for the rest of your sisters. Kathryn sticks her tongue out at me in response to my thoughts.

Charles, Jane, Mitch and Jim walk in followed by Ron and Reese. Charles grins seeing the sleeping girls, Mitch shakes his head with a smile, Ron and Reese’s eyes spark with laughter, and I can tell Jane just wants to scoop them up.

Ron says quietly, “Major Denton call this morning he wanted to know how Sam is doing.”

I raise an eyebrow not knowing whom he refers to. Charles says quietly in a voice so smooth it would not wake the lightest sleeper, “He was our executive officer, and he just decided to retire. He was the last person to challenge you on the punch omatic.”

I smile and softly say, “The officer who gave me my coin.” Without disturbing the girls, I slide one hand in a pocket and remove the silver dollar sized coin. I roll it across my knuckles. When Ron, Mitch and Charles removes a similar coin from their pockets, I remember what they told me of unit coins. As long as you have one when someone else brings one out you do not have to pay for the next round at a bar or restaurant, if you are the person who brought it out you are the challenger. If everyone else has one and displays it, the challenger buys the next round.

Smiling I say, “I guess Bobby’s and Mary’s for dinner tonight.” Jim instantly notices that, it is not that he does not appreciate his mother’s cooking; he is just very sweet on Bobby’s youngest daughter Debs. Charles, Ron, and Mitch suppressed their laughter as Jim, even thou he works there and it is his night off, eagerly shakes his head yes.

Ron asks, “How did you get that coin?”

I reply, “Major Denton gave it to me.”

Ron and Charles look a little shocked. Ron says, “I have only seen him hand out three in the time I was in service.” Charles shakes his head in agreement knowing the Major.

Therefore, I began telling the story about how he challenged my parenthood of Sam. I explained what I told him, and what he said when he tossed me the coin. Ron, Mitch and Charles grins and shake their heads.

In her sleep Sam mumbles, “Love you Daddy.” That brings a bright smile to my face.

Charles says, “One of the only other coins he gave was to Sam’s father. I guess he knows you’re her Daddy now.”

Ron says quietly, “He asked me about you, and if you have done what you said. I related the story about Lester, the pizzeria, and then pointed out that he witnessed one time himself. I reminded him that I was Sam’s godfather and I believe she is exactly where she should be. He chuckled over the phone and he told me you are exactly like Sam’s father in spirit. Then I told him in spirit you are Sam’s father.”

Sam mumbles, “That is right Daddy you are just like Angel Daddy, my father.”

Crystal mumbles in her sleep, “My Daddy too.”

I smiled brightly filling the pride of fatherhood. It is unlike anything else, loved by a child and to love that child totally, is true happiness. Not all the money in the world can buy the feeling you get, you only have to love them that is all it requires to receive this bliss.

Mom takes a photo she is getting very good at catching these lifetime moments I really like to see them, share them with the rest of the family. Mom sets the camera down, gently takes Sam in her arms and Jane takes Crystal, and they are going to put them on their beds.

When they are out of the room Charles chuckles, “You know the more they sleep the faster they grow.”

Remembering a conversation with Alyssa and a promise I made to Joan I say, “I wish I could keep them small forever, but I know that is not possible. All I can do is enjoy the time I get with them.”

Charles looking at his son knows exactly what I am talking about the early years of a child can be the best for the parents. The frustrations come as that child begins to try to prove that they are not a child any longer. I will have to remember that when they wants more responsibility, more freedom that is part of growing up. The long road to adulthood can be very trying to the parents. I really do not know how Mom and Helen did it. They could have told us to stop trying to be an adult too soon.

Charles and Jane asks if they can use the TV room, and I remind them that they should treat this home as their home, remember your Sam’s and Crystal’s grandma and grandpa.

Charles chuckles, “It is just that Jim and Mitch are always playing Xbox or something. Jane and I never get to watch a movie.”

Reese asks, “What movie?”

Before I know it, Ron and Reese have joined Charles and Jane in watching the movie.

Mom, Helen along with Michelle and Kathryn are in the kitchen, and they bring a snack to the dining table, one of Kathryn’s cravings has me ravenous. Kathryn set the plate made for me beside hers.

Kathryn craved an Elvis sandwich that is a fried peanut butter and banana sandwich. If you are unfamiliar with it, first you take two pieces of white bread spread peanut butter on one slice add bananas slices until the next piece of bread barely sticks together. Place the sandwich in a hot skillet with melted butter, toast both sides of the sandwich until the banana is warm soft and sweet, by that time the peanut butter is nearly liquid. Serve with a large glass of milk. They can be heavenly, but very hard on the waistline.

My sister-in-law and our mothers giggle at us as we tear into the sandwiches. Kathryn glares at her sister giving her a look that says, as if you never had one.

Michelle giggles and says, “I swear if I pinched JJ, Kathryn would shout. I hope JJ can stand it when you give birth baby sister.”

That causes Kathryn to think, wanting to test it she reaches down to pinch her rib only to find my hand in the way. On impulse, Kathryn pinches the back of my hand, when she quickly lets go and says, “Ouch!” Michelle begins laughing so hard she nearly fell from her chair. Mom and Helen giggle along with Michelle’s laughter.

Looking at Kathryn I say, “You are the one wanted to test Michelle’s theory. Before you ask, I think I can filter it. So yes I can share your pain and you mine, or filter it out.”

Helen says, “I hope you can, because giving birth is not easy.” After taking a deep breath Helen says, “Speaking of hard things, how is Sylvia? She looks a lot better it has been a month since her surgery, and she seems to be recovering quickly from that.”

I begin, “Kara, Daniel, and I took Sylvia and Cindy to that new treatment center they opened downstate. It is only forty-five minutes from her apartment. The doctors there gave her a ten percent chance of recovery, the week after her surgery. A recent breakthrough and MRI done this week and the doctors has increased her chances to sixty percent.”

“Kara and Daniel are overjoyed at the news. Kara and Sylvia have really become great friends. Poor Daniel when he is in the room with the two, is usually outvoted in just gives them whatever they want. I know Sylvia will become weaker because of her treatments in the next few weeks. The effects have just really started hitting her, you saw how week she looked this morning. For the next few months, she is going to spend every weekday at the treatment center. They let her come home on the weekends. She is going to spend the weekends at her apartment with Cindy, Kara and Karen have volunteered to stay with her just in case. That means Daniel probably spent most of his weekends there too.”

“Sylvia impresses them both. Now free of her addiction Sylvia is a great mother to Cindy. Kara and Sylvia have planned out a vacation for after her recovery; together the four of them are going to see the Grand Canyon.”

Before this latest development, Sylvia was watching how Cindy got along with Daniel and Kara. Instead of being jealous of Daniel and Kara, she came to me. She asked if I could get the legal documents drawn up that if something ever occur to her, and giving her condition probably would, that she wanted custody of Cindy to go to Daniel and Kara. Sylvia also asked that I not tell Daniel or Kara. That is something Kathryn knows, but because of my promise to keep it secret, she will keep it too.

Mom states, “It has been a lot busier around here than normal, Crystal’s adoption how is it going?”

Kathryn replies with a smile, “It is going really well, another three weeks and Crystal will be ours permanently. Ms. Clark came back yesterday, we became Crystal’s executors last week, but yesterday she was checking up on Cindy and Crystal. She informed me that the judge in this case has approved Crystal’s adoption is just a matter of time before it becomes legal. Then the signing ceremony like we had with Sam.”

Helen asks, “Did you guys get an invite over to Kara and Daniels tonight for Dinner?”

I reply “Yes, I asked what Kathryn and I should bring but they said nothing just ourselves.”

Helen asks, “I understand she had some news to tell us. You have a clue to what it could be?”

I answer, “No idea could be anything, I know Daniels business has really picked up, and he has been designing everything from businesses, to new homes and doing renovations. Kara has been helping Sylvia as much as she can after school. I know she has been busy as well with school, and the martial arts classes though she does seem distracted, maybe a little depressed.”

Helen says, “You think Daniel and her are having problems already? If he is hurting my daughter so help…”

Cutting Helen off I Edirne Escort say, “No I think it is more to do with the fact she is torn over the situation with Cindy, and she is envious of Kathryn.”

Kathryn is startled; her emotions erupt as she says, “Jealous of me, why?”

Addressing Kathryn on what I have observed, “First, everyone has been fawning over you and your pregnancy, petting your belly, rubbing it telling you how special you are. Kara wants that too, she wants to be Cindy’s mother so bad, but as Sylvia improves something she wants too, she sees the situation for what it is.”

Now directing my observations to Helen, “Okay this is going to be hard to say Helen and I mean nothing mean by it, but just events I have observed. I know Kathryn is your baby, and mothers tend to be closer to the youngest. However, your older children especially your daughters still feel a little left out. Especially Kara and Karen, they love Kathryn but they still are a little jealous of the affection you and the Coach lavish on her. I know that might be just their perception and you truly do not love them any less. Occasionally you should try a little harder on giving them affection. I know you can fix the situation, it should be easy enough just tell them how proud you are and how much you love them.”

Helen startled says “Really?”

I reluctantly remind Helen at one time when her daughters received mixed messages, and could easily misunderstood her motivations. I began, “Helen remember the party three years ago, and sure your daughters got wild. Nevertheless, you dressed all them down the same except for Kathryn. I know that was because of our engagement, you saw it differently. However, I am unsure if your daughters realized that. Some people must think that they had all done the same thing; they should receive the same punishment. Maybe you should have explained it better to them then. I know you did try, it is just probably hard to think when you are standing there naked in front of your mother.”

Helen is a little shocked and says, “I was trying to motivate them to stop their wild behavior, to do like Kathryn and find someone special for them.”

Kathryn can sense where I am going, although unhappy about it she allows me to continue without her interrupting. I say, “That might not been the impression they got. They may have thought you favorite Kathryn. They did not realize that you and Michael had already accepted our engagement, and eventual marriage. That when you allowed Kathryn to move in with me, it was not them seen Kathryn as a young woman like I did, they so you letting their little sister move-in with a man.”

Helen realizing that her sisters could easily see Kathryn as the spoiled pampered little sister who always gets her way even if that was not the way she saw it. Helen says, “I had no idea, I really do want what’s best for my daughters, all of them, and I never ever meant to play favorites. How do I fix this?”

I reply, “That is up to you, but I have faith that you can. Talk to them, let them know how you feel it could be that easy.”

Michelle had been listening; although she tried to remain out of sight, I caught her out of the corner of my eye. Finally getting her courage up Michelle walks back in. She stops in front of Kathryn and gives her a hug in whispers into Kathryn’s ear, “I know you love me that is one thing that has made it easier. I was jealous of how Mom treated you. Here you are my baby sister and so young moving in with JJ.”

Tears spring up in Kathryn’s eyes as she looks at Michelle she says, “You know I would never do anything to hurt you. It is just that I have never felt that young.”

Michelle with tears of her own gives Kathryn a smile saying, “I know, and I come to realize that even though you’re younger in years, in some ways you’re my big sister. Mom is right you and JJ are the two most married people ever. You have been since you met, and I do have a right to be a little jealous, who would not be. I am also very, very happy for you.” Michelle and Kathryn wrap each other in a warm hug.

Michelle begins giggling pulling back from Kathryn. Michelle has green eyes, and says, “Look at you, our baby big sister.”

Kathryn begins giggling along; she uses Michelle’s analogy and playfully refers to her, “My big little sister.” They both stick their tongue out at each other as only sisters can tease each other.

Helen comes and hugs the two, looking into Michelle’s eyes she says, “Michelle, I am sorry if you misunderstood what I wanted to do. I love you, and I am so very proud of you. Even when I did mess up you turned out so good.”

Michelle hugging her mother tightly says, “I know Mom, I love you too.”

As the three embrace my phone rings, I wipe a tear away as I answer, “Hello.”

Karen is on the phone and she is nearly frantic as she explains, “JJ, can you get Mom and Dad…” After a deep breath she continues, “It is Kara she is in the hospital… It is really bad… They need to get here.” This is the most upset of ever-heard Karen to be. Karen hung up the phone unable to go into more detail. As I turn to them, Kathryn has gone pale and shaking, I am sure if it were not for the fact that her mother and Michelle had held her she probably would be on the floor.

Looking at them I say, “We need to go NOW. We got to head to the hospital, it is Kara, and Karen was too upset to give me any more details.”

Michelle becomes the strength of the three, now holding both her shaking mother and sister. Mom comes and helps seeing them in distress. She begins them towards the garage, and I get the intercom for the TV room, getting Charles’s attention. I quickly tell him of the situation and they volunteer to watch the girls for us.

I sprint to the garage, and help Michelle with her mother, Kathryn have nearly recovered enough to get into our SUV on her own, but Mom helps her into the back seat with her mother. As the garage door is still coming up I start the car, when I have just enough room for me to make it under I begin pulling out, I am careful of the bicycles, but fortunately there is no children riding on the driveway. The radio still adjusted to the local station, and a news bulletin comes over the air. (Escape convict shoots two local women, one dead, injures another. Police at the scene have regained control of the escape convict, more details when they become available.)

Helen screams, “Not my baby, not my Kara.” Michelle and Kathryn cries beside her mother yet trying to comfort her.

I call Uncle George; his contacts with the police may mean he knows more than anyone else does at this moment. “Uncle George, do you know anything about what happened to Kara? If not maybe, you should come to the hospital too. Karen gave me a call, she said Kara is hurt, she did not give me any other details.”

Uncle George is stunned, “JJ this is the first I have heard, of course I am on the way.”

I call my father-in-law, once he answers I say, “Dad, get to the hospital as fast as you can, Karen is there apparently Kara is hurt. I got Helen, Mom, Kathryn and Michelle with me we are on our way.” Of course, he asked if I knew what was going on, and I had to confess I did not know.

The normal twenty-minute trip took me ten; I had not even realized I was driving that quickly although it seemed like the longest ten minutes of my life so far. Arriving at the emergency room we run in, we waive the nurse away she must think Kathryn is in labor. Spotting Daniel, we run straight to him. Helen wraps him in a hug crying. Poor Cindy caught between the two and squeeze much like Sam was at the airport.

I ask as I work Cindy free, “Daniel what happened?”

Daniel begins, “We were with Cindy and Sylvia at their apartment. We were bring in Cindy’s birthday presents, just having a good time when we heard a crash at the front door. Seems Cindy’s Dad must have made bail or escaped but he broke in carrying a gun. He came in and fired right away. The bastard was aiming right at Cindy; Kara scooped her up in her arms but did not have time to get out of the way. Sylvia dived in front just as he fired. Sylvia caught most of it, which saved Kara and Cindy.

I did the only thing I could do; I grabbed a lamp ripping it out of the wall and threw it into his face. That only stunned him for a moment, I was trying to hit him, but he blocked and countered his right hook felt like a mule kicked me. It knocked me on the ground as I was rolling away. He started reloading is shotgun. Kara sprang at him giving him a kick that sent him backwards, the bastard had to be six foot four inches. Kara kicked him so hard he came off the ground. I grabbed his shotgun and the shells he had pulled from his pocket. I reloaded the shotgun and shoved it under his chin, if he had moved I was going to blow his head off.” Daniel shaking, he looks very pale, he is trying to bring himself back under control so he can continue.

When he is a little more in control, he says, “That is when I had a chance to look around, and Sylvia was dying. She told Cindy that Kara and I were going to be her parents. She loved her, and would always be looking out for her little bit of an Angel. Kara was there beside her, she and Karen were trying to stop the bleeding but it was just too much. Kara was turning white herself. That is when I noticed the bleeding that was coming from her leg. Karen noticed it at the same time, Karen was on the phone with 911, she told the operator that they were two victims, and please hurry. Karen went to work on Kara’s leg. I am sure that saved Kara’s life, it was too late for Sylvia. She died before the ambulance arrived.”

Daniel can no longer control himself and he begins to cry, Helen pushed out of the way as Cindy pushes herself back to his chest. The young girl’s arms go around Daniel and she cries with him. Helen covers Cindy not as tightly this time as she cries with the two.

After a few moments, Daniel pulls himself back and control then continues, “We got here, and they took Kara in, they were given her IV fluids in the ambulance, they began her on blood as soon as they walk through the door.”

Karen comes out she has a bandage on her arm where she gave blood for her sister. Seeing her mother she rushes to her, Helen releases Daniel and Cindy to hold Karen.

Uncle George arise shortly before Michael senior, they both look scared to death as they run to us, they both ask, “What happened?”

Daniel tells his painful story again. Fortunately, by the time he finishes a doctor emerges with an update. The doctor begins, “Kara went through surgery fine, we got to her in time and she will make a full recovery in a few weeks. She will need some physical therapy to deal with the leg wound. She is remarkably healthy, that is probably one of the things to help save her. But how in the hell did she end up with a dime in her femur.”

Daniel asks, “Doctor about the baby, did she lose it?”

The family simultaneously ask, “Baby?”

The doctor has a reassuring smile and says, “Babies, your wife will have twins. It is too early to tell what sex they are, but they came through fine too.” He leaves us alone to attend to his duties.

Daniel pulled into a bear hug by the Coach, who has tears of relief and joy streaming down his face like everyone else in the family. The Coach slaps Daniel on the back and says, “That is my son-in-law.”

Daniel once free says, “We were going to announce to the family tonight that she was expecting she is so happy.”

Karen, Kathryn and Helen take Cindy to the bathroom, I am not sure if Cindy realizes how much blood is on her.

Kathryn gives me a nudge by our bond she reminds me of the will Sylvia with my help had written. Fortunately, the will was signed and notarized earlier last week, and executable nearly immediately because I am the executor to it. I pull Daniel over to the side and say to him, “Sylvia was not lying to Cindy, you and Kara are her guardians. A will names you as such.”

Daniel looking into my face asks, “How do you know JJ?”

I inform Daniel, “Daniel, Sylvia had me help her with it. It was just in case she did not survive. However, it is still a valid will, and I am the executor to the will. We need to tell Cindy, Kara and you are who Sylvia wanted to raise Cindy if she could not.”

A Edirne Escort Bayan tearful Cindy can no longer stay away from Daniel, and comes tugging on him needing held and comforted. Daniel takes her into his arms holding her, Cindy cries softly against his chest. Daniel says, “I know Cindy, it really hurts. I am going to miss your Mom too. She is my hero, what she did saved you and Kara, for that I will always be grateful.”

Cindy through her tears says, “She is my Angel Mommy now. I wish I did not want to be like Sam.”

Daniel does not give her a second before he says, “Cindy what happened in no way is your fault. What you wanted did not cause this. What your mother did was because of her love for you. She protected you, the one thing in the world she loved more than life itself, and you are right what she did made her an Angel.” Cindy gives him a sad smile that does not last long before she goes back to crying against his chest.

At this stage, I know it is best just to let her cry, more tears she sheds now the easier her recovery will be. She is with the parents I guess destiny chose for her. I cannot help but think, this could have been different if we had not saved Sylvia, and then she would not been there today to save Cindy and Kara. Cindy’s father intention was to murder Cindy, no matter where Cindy was he was bound to come for her. Like Daniel, I too will be forever grateful to Sylvia.

I go to Karen giving her a hug and saying to her, “You did great sister. Thank you for being a hero.”

Karen hugs me back and cries on my shoulder for a moment bringing herself under control she looks into my face she asks, “Do you really think I am a hero? All I did was call for the police, and a little first aid.”

Holding her gaze I say, “Yes, you acted in a bad situation, a lesser person could have just lost it. What you did saved Kara. You did your best to save Sylvia but her injuries were just too much for anyone.”

My phone rings it is from home. Charles says, “Sam woke up having a nightmare, she wants to know where you are at.”

I answer, “First tell Sam, Kara is hurt but she and her babies are going to be fine. We are at the hospital now with her. They may let us see her in a little while they just moved her to recovery. We should be home shortly.”

Charles asks, “What happened? Is there anything we can do for her?”

I relate Daniel story to Charles, then what the doctor had informed us. I ask, “The doctor mentioned Kara had a dime in her femur, how could that happen?”

Charles says, “That bastard reloaded the shotgun shells with dimes. He definitely wanted to kill somebody. They do a lot more damage than normal shot.”

A nurse comes out and announces, “The doctor is going to allow two family members to see Kara at a time. She still little druggie from the medications, but she will recover quickly.”

Helen says, “Cindy we need to get you some clean clothes before you get to see her, with all that blood on you. You will scare her to death.”

The nurse says, “Daniel we can give you some scrubs, but we do not have anything to fit Cindy.” Most of the blood that is on Daniel came from Cindy’s clothing. Although uninjured Cindy did hold to her mother for a long time after she had passed.

Kathryn and I, asks Cindy, “Cindy you can come back with us and have a shower then will bring you right back, so you can see Kara.”

Cindy says, “I do not want to leave Daddy Daniel.”

Daniel says, “Cindy, it will be okay. I will be right here, and you can come back when you are clean. No one in our family will lie to you Cindy, your Aunt Kathryn and Uncle JJ will bring you right back.”

Cindy gives a sniffle, “Can Sam come back with me I need to talk with her.”

I tell Cindy, “I do not think I could keep Sam away, she loves Kara too. I am sure Sam loves you too, and she would do anything for you.” Cindy gives a shake of her head and I open my arms as she reluctantly leaves Daniel’s embrace. Kathryn and I take her back home, Kathryn pull Cindy into her bedroom, and I go change my shirt.

In the family room, I find my daughters with Charles, Jane, and the rest of my adoptive family. I begin, “The good news is that Kara will be fine. Unfortunately, she was injured. Sadly, we lost Sylvia. Sylvia gave her life to protect Kara and Cindy. Once we all get through this everybody’s going to be fine, Cindy will be going to Daniel and Kara, once Kara is back on her feet.”

Sam and Crystal come to me; I pull the two sad little girls into my arms. Sam asked, “Is there anything I can do?”

Crystal says, “Me too Daddy, I want to help.”

I say to them, “Cindy is grieving, let her know that it is okay. She did not do anything wrong, and we love her.”

Jane, Reese and Misty inform me that they will be going back with me. They need to bring Kara new clothes, and help with anything they can. Charles, Ron, and Marshall volunteer to drive for us, and they will run any errant needed.

Alyssa, Joan, Johnny, Jim and MC will remain here, Alyssa along with Charles and Jane will coordinate everyone, Joan, Johnny and Jim will also watch the children, Alyssa and Misty will prepare meals along with coordinate any additional support needed.

I smile realizing that my adoptive family is pulling together to do whatever they can to see that Kara is made comfortable, protected and that everyone has the time and ability to help. No one person will be responsible for everything, and everything will be coordinated to give Daniel, Kara and Cindy time to heal.

Charles catches me saying, “JJ, I just found out, that it was Cindy’s father who attacked them. The kick that Kara used was a little more powerful than what you believed. He is dead. The DA is investigating the possibility that she intended to kill him. That she had the means, and knowledge not to use deadly force to subdue him.”

Shaking my head I say, “That man is a fool, this was easily a case of self-defense. She just did as I had instructed her several times in a situation like that you cannot hold back. When facing the adversary bent on the death of another or yourself, you cannot take the chance of not using all your strength.”

Charles says, “I agree with you, it is only when you try to be gentle with your adversary that you are vulnerable.”

I state, “When someone is trying to kill you, vulnerable is the last thing you want to be.”

Charles replies, “I totally understand Kara’s actions, even if she tried only to knock him out, the amount of adrenaline that must have been surging to her system was probably higher than any time in her life. It is no wonder that kick killed him.”

That should make an adequate defense. She was more frightened than any time in her life, she was holding Cindy in her arms when the shotgun fired, and Cindy was the intended target. Her mother jumped between Cindy and her Ex-husband with perfect timing.

I tell Charles, “That would be true, the only time anything occurred like that was when the bear attacked, she was brave enough to come back for Michelle, and what I thought was Michelle trying to get back to her feet was Kara pulling her up. I know at that time also when I kicked the bear, I had no idea I was going to kick it that hard. The amount adrenaline in my system easily doubled my strength.”

Charles adds, “I have seen men do things nearly what you would call super human during times of great stress. I saw men react so quickly your eyes could not follow what they did, I saw one man do what three men should not been able to do. Adrenaline is amazing. It can make you so strong and so fast for a few minutes.”

I say, “It is not something that Kara deals with often, fortunately. Kara would have no idea what adrenaline would do in her system, she had not even started training with me until her sophomore year, three and half years ago. Although she is very skilled, she lacks any practical experience using her martial arts, we do not use barriers for the class to break. For safety reasons no one spars at full strength, even though skilled Kara truly had no idea of how much damage she would do.”

Charles states, “That would be your second line of your defense, if that stupid DA presses charges.”

Asking Charles’s advice feels natural and I know the man has a lot to teach me. I ask, “You think I should get a lawyer to start coordinating a defense for Kara?”

Charles is reflective before he says, “The DA may take that as a sign of guilt or a challenge. As I understand it there is not a lot of work for him in this county.”

Ms. Clark clears her throat, “I am sorry to interrupt you JJ, I am not here as a social worker right now. Is there anything I can do for Cindy or Kara?”

Thinking of how Crystal reacted, I asked Ms. Clark, “Sylvia had a will written, it named me the executor and transfers custody to Kara and Daniel. I know you are not here as a social worker, but as our friend. Could you help me explain that to Cindy? I do not want her to be fearful of her future.”

Ms. Clark smiles, “I have noticed how they react to each other, and I think Sylvia had chosen wisely.”

Smiling my agreement I say, “I do love Cindy, and wish what is best for her. Daniel and Kara seemed to fit her. The best part is I get to still be her uncle.”

Kathryn comes in with Cindy, fresh and clean from her shower, seeing Ms. Clark she nearly panics but Kathryn says reassuringly, “Miss Clark is not here as a social worker, she is here to find out if there is anything she can do to help you.”

Cindy is still somewhat hesitant as she comes forward, I say, “Cindy there is a few things that Ms. Clark and I need to discuss with you. Do not worry nothing is going to change overnight. You have a say when and how it changes.”

Kathryn brings Cindy to the couch, and I sat beside Cindy holding her hand, Kathryn holds to her other hand. Ms. Clark sets opposite us, looking at Cindy and seeing how fearful she is Ms. Clark says, “First Cindy, I believe no one will take you away from this family. I would not recommend it, and I believe none of my coworkers would also. So you do not need to worry about that, although you may see me a little more often in the near future, it is not to take you away.” Cindy relaxes, and her whole body stop shaking.

I tell Cindy, “They will be some changes, but you will tell me when you are ready for them.” Seeing the look of curiosity on her face I ask, “Cindy do you know what a will is?”

Cindy’s eyes go wide thinking that the lack of that knowledge may affect her future now fearful again. She shakes her head no. I smile to reassure her and say, “Cindy a will is not a bad thing, and it is what we write when we want others to know what we want carried out if we die. Your mother had one written, she put me in charge of making sure what she wanted would occur. When you are ready and Kara is back on her feet, you can live with Daniel and Kara. Your mother knew that Daniel and Kara loved you. She thought it would be best for them to be your new Mom and Dad. She knew she was sick and there was a possibility that she did not survive, that is why she wrote the will. Because your mother loves you, she wanted to see you happy. Nothing you did caused this, it is just that bad things happen that is why we write wills.”

Cindy asks fearfully, “Are you sure uncle JJ? Before Mommy got out of jail, I did not want her back. I did not want anyone to be my Mommy and Daddy but Kara and Daniel.”

Answering Cindy’s fearful question I say, “I am certain, you did not know how much your mother had changed. I do not blame you for not wanting her back if she had not changed. Your mother was able to show you her true self, not what the drugs made her. She proved she loves you more than her life itself, she knew if you survived you would be with parents and family who love you.”

Cindy again tearful says, “I was just getting my Mommy back, when that bastard took her away. Mommy told me he was not even my real Daddy. Uncle JJ, why did he have to do that? Mama Kara and Angel Mommy was both hurt, when Mama Kara grabbed me I heard her saying “Oh God no.” I know she was trying to jump out of the way, but there was no time. She jumped just as I heard the boom, I felt something heavy bump into us and push us backwards. That was my Mommy just Escort Edirne before she became an Angel.”

I answer Cindy truthfully, “I do not know why he would do something like that. I do not understand people who allow hatred to destroy their own life. What he did, no one else could control. You did not cause him to do what he did.”

Ms. Clark says, “Cindy your uncle is right, no one can control what someone will do because of anger or hatred. What he did, he had decided to do. Your Mom decided to protect you. Sylvia used the only thing she had to do that.” Miss Clark begins crying and through her tears she says, “Sylvia proved she was a good mother, she proved she loved you.”

Cindy through tears she says, “I knew Mommy loved me, she never had to prove it. I knew she loved me when she got off the drugs, when she used the drugs she loved them and could not love me.”

Doing my best I still cannot hold tears back. I tell Cindy, “That is what love can do for you Cindy. It can make you stronger when you need it. Love for you is what brought her back to us. She almost died a month ago, her love pull her through that. She wanted to show you who she really was. Not the woman on drugs, she wanted to be your mother to make up for what was lost.”

Cindy is trying to wipe the tears away that seemed only to come faster. Through those tears she says, “I know what I lost now, that is what makes it hurt so bad.” She comes into my lap and puts her head on my shoulder, Kathryn and I do what we can to comfort her.

After a few more moments Cindy asks, “Uncle JJ can we go back now? I want to see Moma.”

Ms. Clark says, “I can come, I am a grief counselor. I know Cindy is grieving and that is good, Daniel and Kara will need to grieve for their friend. They will need some counseling; they may have what is called survivor’s guilt.”

Charles from the doorway says, “I will drive you. That way you can be in the back seat with Sam and Cindy.”

Through my tears, I can barely make him out, and Kathryn is worse. Charles driving would definitely be a good idea. Ms. Clark says, “I will follow you Charles.”

Twenty-five minutes later, we pull into the hospital parking lot. Charles drops us off by the door, saying he will be in shortly. Jane had driven Misty, Joan and Reese. Reese had sent Ron out for things like tissues, a soft blanket and a dozen other items. I think it was just to keep him busy.

Reese says, “I love him, but sometimes Ron is a bull in a china shop. I just did not want him upsetting Kara tonight. When he found out about the DA wanting to investigate, he said he is going to shove his prosthetic foot up the DA’s ass and leave it there.”

I cannot help but chuckle at the mental image that invoked, Sam and Crystal both have their hands over their mouths trying to hold back their giggles. Giggling Cindy says, “That is really funny Aunt Reese.”

Reese scoops Cindy up into her arms, she smiles at Cindy and says, “Cindy, we love you and that makes us family just as much as blood.”

I smile and hug the two, then we head on into the waiting room. Once inside, I noticed Daniel and Helen is not there, the Coach catches us. Pulling us over to one side, he says, “We are letting Daniel stay with Kara, and were taking turns replacing the other person. Helen just went back in, were going to let Cindy go next. Cindy you can stay as long as you want.”

Cindy says, “I did not get to speak to Sam yet.”

The Coach looking at Cindy says, “Cindy you can call me grandpa from now on. You have a few more minutes to speak to Sam.”

Cindy and Sam with Crystal tagging along goes to a corner still in sight, the two are talking quietly as Crystal shakes her head. I am not sure what Cindy asked Sam, but both girls began to hug her immediately. Sam says quietly but I still managed over hear, “Cindy you did not do anything wrong.” The three girls hold onto each other and I can tell that all three are crying.

Ms. Clark puts a hand on my shoulder keeping me from going to the girls. Ms. Clark says, “Sometimes they need peers support more than parental support. Give them a little while.”

I follow Mrs. Clark’s counsel and give the girls time. I guess Cindy had asked Sam the same question she asked me earlier. Cindy knew Sam lived through something similar. I guess that is why she wanted her advice.

I almost regret having Cindy’s birthday party, I would hate for this happened on her birthday. I am afraid, that might affect Cindy’s future. Every year Cindy would dread her birthday, it bringing up the bad memories. I hope that we can separate the two events in her mind. I know I will try to separate Crystal’s memories of Christmas from those of her parents’ death. It would be terrible to associate events that are supposed to be happy and cheerful with tragic events.

There is a commotion at the front desk that draws my attention. That ass of the District Attorney, along with what seems to be every reporter from this end of the state is there. The District Attorney is demanding to see Kara. He got my attention, also the attention of the Coach and Uncle George.

Kara’s Doctor steps forward he says, “Mrs. Akins is in no condition to be questioned by the District Attorney at this moment. When she arrived here, she was in critical condition. She underwent surgery to remove a foreign object from her leg that severed her artery. The young woman is extremely lucky that she received first aid nearly immediately after her gunshot wound.”

Surprisingly that seems to change the attitude of the press, and they began asking him questions immediately. He had limited the information that they received an effort to slant public opinion against Kara. The press realize this quickly, and like everyone else, the press does not like being a tool.

Uncle George had been making phone calls, his gotten a hold of the sheriff earlier this evening. He wanted to know the circumstances of the escape. What he now knows, when Sylvia’s ex-husband made his escape he was in custody of the District Attorney. Uncle George strolls into the media frenzy, taps the deputy on the shoulder. The deputy immediately turns and says, “May I help you your honor.”

Uncle George looking at him says, “Could you please arrest the District Attorney. I believe he may have actually assisted in the fugitive’s escape.”

Many of the reporters are actually red-faced, not accustomed to anger generated by the misuse of the media. Their shock does not last long as they begin firing questions at both the District Attorney and Uncle George. The deputy makes a call on his radio that remains unanswered by the sheriff.

Two FBI agents stroll into the hospital. The District Attorney is shocked as they display their badges. When they place him in handcuffs, the press begins firing more questions. Anger flashes on the District Attorney’s face as the two FBI agents escort him out of the hospital.

Uncle George explained what he could. “What the District Attorney is unaware of that I had surveillance placed in his office. The FBI placed the surveillance, after several cases were lost because of errors done by the District Attorney’s Office. Several drug dealers are dismiss because of procedural mishandling by the District Attorney. I suspected he mishandled these cases purposely either because of blackmail or pay off.” He did not know what was on the tapes for the day, and he would not be able to tell me if he did.

Sylvia’s ex-husband charged with intent to distribute of a controlled substance, making him a drug dealer by trade. That explains several things about Sylvia. Her ex-husband had gotten her addicted to drugs, using them as a method of controlling her. Perhaps Sylvia knew too much about his business, possibly even a connection between the District Attorney and her ex-husband. I am sure the FBI will get to the root of the situation.

I hope that the new District Attorney, will see that Kara’s actions were self-defense. Although the law does differ on the use of deadly force, it is a technicality the previous District Attorney was going to use to defer interest away from himself.

I mean that if Kara had a handgun and shot him, what would be the difference. You shoot the perpetrator to make them stop. Most people taught to aim center of mass. Kara did that with a single kick, the kick that I instructed on its use. That kick normally will not kill someone. Some other contributing factor must be involved.

I get to see Kara, shortly before the end of visitation. Daniel and Cindy had been in with her, and then both leave. Kathryn and I get to see Kara then. Kathryn runs in the door, Kara gives her sister a smile, a very sad smile from her hospital bed. Kara’s eyes are red and puffy. Kathryn steps up to the bed unsure of what to do, I know she wants to crawl onto the bed and cuddle with Kara.

Through our bond I warn, be careful of her leg. Kathryn says, “Like I would forget.”

Kara is a little confused looking at the two of us she says, “Your kids are going to hate the fact that you too can communicate telepathically. Remember how many times we got Dad to let us do something.”

Kathryn smiles at her sister saying, “That was you and Karen, they learn better by the time I tried it.”

Kara pointed out, “All you had to do was pout and Daddy gave you everything you wanted.”

With love in her eyes Kathryn says, “And do not forget half the time it was the stuff you sent me after.”

Kara giggles little and says, “Well I was only the baby for year, then Karen for two, by that time I already figured out Mom and Dad doted on the baby. You cannot blame a girl for using it.”

Kathryn says, “I never minded, getting stuff for you. Speaking of which is there anything I can get for you?”

Kara asks, “JJ, Kathryn is it true, am I going to be Cindy’s mother?”

I tell my sister-in-law, “That depends on two things, is that something you want and is that something Cindy wants. I have it in my power to make you her guardian. That is what Sylvia wanted. I am in charge of making sure Sylvia’s wishes become reality. To become her mother you will still have to adopt her.”

Kara closes her eyes, through her tears she says, “I never wanted Sylvia to lose her life. I do love Cindy. I did not want to become her mother like this.”

Not wanting to see my sister-in-law in the state of mental anguish I tell her, “It took both you and Sylvia to save Cindy do not forget that. Kara, you did not do anything wrong. Loving Cindy is not wrong. Sylvia knew that you and Daniel both love Cindy that is why Sylvia had me help her with a will. No one expected that her ex-husband would escape. You prove you are worthy of being Cindy’s mother, Sylvia knew that when she protected Cindy and you. Sylvia was your friend too, a true friend just like you were to her. Do not stop loving Cindy because you feel guilty about still being alive and Sylvia is not. Give her daughter a good life. Sylvia wanted that for you and Cindy.”

Looking at Kara I could tell my words hit home. I also know there is still more I can say so I continue, “If it was not for us Sylvia would have died a month ago. She never would have the opportunity to show her daughter her true self. You afforded her that. The state was not going to release her without the medical care that you provided. You gave her the chance to say goodbye to the daughter you share. I know she is grateful for that. She knew that still was a chance she would not survive her medical problems, she made her life count for something. Do not throw that away. You have a guardian angel now in Sylvia, she was too weak to move like she did if not.”

Kara shakes her head yes, but my words did not stop her tears. Kara through her tears she says, “I know I am just going to miss my friend. Sylvia is so much like Cindy. I could not help but fall in love with her like my sister. It feels like I lost a sister, you know what I mean.”

My friends come to mind, Ron and Reese, MC, Charles and Jane, Mitch and every single one of the Edwards, and Thurgoods. I would feel the same way if I lost any of them. Sylvia was in my heart as well, I know I will feel her loss for the rest of my life. I tell my sister, “I know exactly what you mean, I will miss her too.”

Kathryn despite Kara’s injury crawls onto the bed with her, holding her sister she says, “Kara I love you. You scared me to death today. Please do not ever do that to me again. I do not want to be without you.”

Kara says, “I have been hearing that a lot today.”

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Andrea and Pauline were in the back seat of the car with there husbands in the front The two wives were asked to go bow hunting with their husbands and the long ride was getting to them when they pulled in to a rest stop so everyone could use the bathroom.

This was followed by some fast food and the journey continued for hours into the mountains with trees and the road was now dirt taking them deeper into forest to a small lake finally stopping. It was much cooler now so they pitched a tent and it was warm in the goose down sleeping bags where they all spent the night

In the morning there was campfire to keep warm but the weather became much warmer. After breakfast the following Donald’s suggestion the two women skinny-dipped in cool lake for few minutes while their husbands got out the bow and arrows.

As Andrea and Pauline were toweling off Charles and Don tossed them the tennis shoes and asked to put them on. They both were still naked with only there shoes when Charles said; “We are going to play a game today.” “Don and me are going hunting.” “There are a few deer out there so Andrea and Pauline you play the roll of the pray animals today.” Don took some insect repellent spray on both women spraying them all over and said, “That will keep the bugs away. Both the women looked at their husbands holding bows. Charles said, “The game goes like this:” “We will give you girls 30 minute head start before we take out after you.” “If you are able to get away from us you will freeze to death tonight.” “If we are lucky to find you, you will die sooner but quicker and the bears and wolves will have something to eat after we can fuck your freshly dead bodies.”

Pauline said, “I don’t want to die today.” “Why are you doing this?” Donald aid, “We don’t need you anymore.” Charles pointed in the trees and said, “Girls the clock starts now.”

Pauline and Andrea took off into the trees ducking under branches that scratched their naked bodies if they didn’t go under them or break them off. They were unable to make much speed this way and having to watch for rocks on the ground took their eyes off the tree branches would sometime hit them in the abdomen and come up under their breasts. They were both breathing hard and after 20 minutes made the decision to split up and try to get back to camp if they could but decided no to because they were naked and neither had a key to the car. Pauline had her diver’s watch and said, “Our time is up and they will be coming after us now. They decided to climb a tree and they each went up two different trees close to each other.

This was very hard to do naked because the their bare legs, arms and bodies had to Andrea made good time up the tree getting a place where she could see down. But her bare white body would be easy to see. Pauline climbed down to see if anyone was coming before going back up.

Charles and Donald were having an easy time just looking at the broken branches and where they shuffled through the pine needles as they were going up the hill. They were making better time than the naked wives and it was easy to follow where they walked.
The plodded along for fifteen more minutes and the trail went dead. They looked around thinking they split up or changed direction when Andrea jumped out of the tree hoping to cum down on Charles before he saw her but he heard the branches braking as he looked up baked up and saw his wife coming down freefall landing in front of him. She stood against the tree she was in looking at her husband. Charles said, “Donald, would you like the honors of killing my wife.” Donald came over to see Andrea standing next the tree and mounted and arrow and pulled back on his bow as Andrea closed her eyes expecting die now. The arrow came out and went through Andreas’ neck with the arrow firmly planted in the tree trunk behind her Charles looked at her eyes staring distance and assumed she was dead. He leaned over and grabbed one of her feet and held it up and said, “Donald you can give her a final fuck.” Donald put down his bow and quiver and dropped his pants and began fucking her as Charles backed up to watch his wife.

Pauline saw him under her and jumped to and came down on his head causing him to drop his bow. Pauline picked up the bow and grabbed a hand full of arrows, mounting one and hitting Charles as he opened his mouth to yell but the arrow went in his mouth through his brain killing him instantly. The arrow penetrated his scull coming out the other side. Pauline took another arrow and turned an pulled back bow and launched an arrow that went between his ribs through his heart killing her husband who fell down with pants pulled down holding the bow before he could release the arrow. Again the arrow came out the other side landing in the forest behind him. She found a knife and cut off his penis and balls before stuffing it in his mouth.

The arrow in Andrea’s neck did not hit her spine or any blood vessels but she was firmly nailed to the tree behind her. Pauline broke off her arrow at the feather side and pulled her back a little She took the knife from her dead husband and cut through the arrow on the tree side freeing Andrea with a piece of quarter inch wood cylinder in her neck. They found the car keys and went down the mountain where they able to dress before driving down the mountain until reaching paved road and taking that to a ranger station and parking. Andrea and Pauline walked in to find a ranger sitting at a desk where Andrea said, “I want to report Edirne Escort two men dead in the mountains north of here.” “ I have an arrow in my neck that was shot at me by my husband’s friend.” “We were naked and given a 30 minute head start before our husbands said they would be the hunters and we would be the pray.” “When I asked my husband why they wanted to kill us he just said he didn’t need me anymore.” “He just said the clock just started.” “We both were naked having to run through forest until we were exhausted and climbed some trees to rest and hide.”

“My husband was under me and I tried to jump on him to dislodge the bow he was holding but he heard me coming down and could only stand there expecting to die.” The ranger got up and walked around Andrea seeing the other end of the arrow sticking out the back of her neck and went to his desk to call for medical aid for her with the arrow that went through her neck that missed her spine and major blood vessels. Andrea said, “This arrow in my neck nailed me to the tree making it impossible to run or move.” Pauline said, “I jumped out of the tree while my husband was watching Andrea being fucked by his friend.” “I landed on him dislodging the bow he had and picked it up mounted an arrow and shot him dead.”
“I used one more arrow and shot my husband who was fucking her just as he was picking up his bow to shoot me he keeled over and died from arrow I shot at him and killed him.” I was so angry at my husband I used his knife to cut off his penis that was out and put it in his mouth.” “I went to Andrea and I broke off the arrow holding Andrea to the tree cut it from the tree and got the car keys from the pockets and walked down the hill still naked.” When we got to the car we found our clothes and dressed.” “I had the key in my shoe and used it to unlock the car we used to come here.”

The ambulance arrived for Andrea and paramedic went into the Ranger station and was surprised to see her standing and talking the arrow shaft still in her neck. She walked to the ambulance and sit in the patent area while she was undressed and put in gown that buttoned in the back when she got to the hospital Andrea walked in under her own power and she was put in wheel chair where the she was taken to MRI machine to get an image of where the arrow was. The doctor there was surprised to see the arrow went in just missing her spine and other nerve and blood vessels. He said, “Andrea this arrow missed hitting everything.” “The arrowhead spun as it entered missing the spine by the smallest margin cutting nothing along the way.”

Pauline guided the ranger up the hill where they were parked at the lake and she went with him up the hill until they came upon the dead bodies of two men one with his pants still down just ass it was described to him. Pauline killed both of them just as she told them one of the men had a quiver on his him that was empty of arrows many on the ground next to his body with bow in his hand.

The ranger called in for help getting the bodies out of mountain forest and he was assured they would be there in 30 minutes to transport the bodies out

At the hospital it was noticed that Andrea had huge scratches up her body from running through the trees and bushes naked with no protection from this because of her nudity on the trying to escape those that wanted her dead and being hunted like animals with no protection from anything on her naked body. Some of the cuts and scratches were deep enough to need antibiotics like what was used in her neck where the arrow came in passing through her neck. They also extracted semen from her vagina that she said came from her husbands friend who was killed by Pauline as he was picking up his bow to defend himself. He never got to pull up his pants when the arrow the ended his life came through his chest.

The police that showed up to help remove the bodies of the dead men needed to hear the explanation Andrea and Pauline gave to the ranger had to be explained to police who helped remove the dead men who were the hunters that became the hunted by 2 naked women who were given 30 minute head start and armed men going after them and it ended like this when the girls came out of the tree they climbed.

Andrea and Pauline drove home together not knowing what would be Charles’s or Donald’s home. Andrea and Pauline were next-door neighbors for 12 years. Was there some 19-year-old sex kitten? or what because it was clear they would not be the one’s expected to be coming home now. They were close friends after knowing each other for that long. Donald and Charles were close but they were dead.
When Andrea and Pauline were running naked in an unfamiliar place in the mountains with Donald and Charles coming after them intending to kill them or if they could not they would freeze to death over night or end up animal food and somehow they were alive and the Donald and Charles were dead. Under different circumstance if Donald and Charles were found dead in a traffic accident they would be missed and given funerals but this was different and they did all they tried to kill their wives and ended up dead and would not be missed.

It was a long drive home but when they got there their was another car in each driveway and when they went to the front door it was unlocked and they both walked in to find Alice there who was more surprised to see them than they were to see her. Alice said, “My name is Alice Bonner and I live here and I am expecting Donald to come home.” Edirne Escort Bayan Who are you? “My name is Pauline Cummings and I live here.” “Donald was my husband but now he is dead.” Alice said, “How did he die?” Pauline said, “I killed him.” “I also killed Charles who lives next door.” Alice said, “Did you murder them?”
Pauline said, “Andrea and Me were asked by Charles and Donald to come with them hunting north of here.” “When we got there we were naked with only shoes and they had bows and arrows and we were to be the hunted and Donald and Charles the hunters who gave us 30 minutes head start to try to get away.” “We were told if we could get away and they could not find us we would freeze to death at night and the animal, bear and wolves would eat our bodies.” “You have to imagine what it is like to run in the forest naked.” “We both climbed trees to try to fool them so we could get back to camp but we had no keys to the car being naked and all.” “Andrea jumped out of the tree to try to knock the bow and arrows form Donald” “”She missed and had her stand in front of a tree and shot her in the neck with an arrow that nailed her to the tree.” “Donald asked Charles to fuck her and lifted her leg.” “I jumped out of the tree and came down on Donald took his bow picked up his arrows and took one and killed him with it.” “I went to Charles who still had his pants down but was picking up his bow and I shot an arrow at him killing him.” Andrea had an arrow through her neck but it missed any thing important and broke off he arrow and cut if off behind her and we grabbed some keys to the car and came down to the car and put on some shoes and drove it the ranger station down he hill.”

“He called for help for Andrea who had that arrow in her neck “ Pauline pointed at Andre who still had that arrow in her neck but now had two stitches in the front and back where the arrow used to be.” Pauline said, ”They took Andrea to the hospital and I went with ranger up the hill where Donald and Charles were dead.” “I walked back down to the car and drove to pick up Andrea and we came home and you were here.”

“Alice, what is your story for being here?” Alice said, “I have had an affair with Donald for a month or so and he left a key under mat and I came here to wait for him but that is not going to happen.” “Donald never told me he was married but I found a lot of women’s clothing here and I had doubts about his story about not being married.” “I never thought he would take you hunting to hunt you and kill you but that is what he did.” “Bonnie Kelly is next door and she is there for same reason I am here.”

Pauline said, “Alice I want you to do me a favor and go next door and tell bonnie what I told you.” “Alice this is a three bedroom house with only me here now and I would like you to move in here if you want.” Alice said, “Thank you I would love to live here.”

Alice went next door to tell Bonnie everything she now knew and Andrea went with her to make certain the story was correct and meet Bonnie to see if her story matched what Alice said.

Pauline took off her clothes to look in the mirror and was surprised with the scratches all down the front of her. Her small breasts were also scratched across her nipple and making it clear that running hanging branches and smaller bushes all left their mark. Climbing tree naked also left scratches on her legs. She held another mirror to see her back and notice where she was sitting on branches naked and the wood slivers in her butt cheeks.
When Andrea got back they could pull the slivers from each other because she would have some in her too. Pauline thought Andrea was climbing trees naked just like her and they were both them were running through bushes naked like her.

While waiting Pauline put her hand between her legs to rub her clitoris and found it pleasant finally giving her an orgasm. . Pauline had not masturbated since college and she felt guilt then but now she was still angry with her husband for trying to kill her and Andrea so they could come home to the these younger women younger than their children. Donald was not honest with Alice saying he was not married and doing what they did to attempt to kill both Pauline and Andrea. If anyone deserved to die, Donald and Charles for conspiring to kill there wives and leave them to be eaten by bears would be at the top of anyone’s list.

Pauline went to her computer and began to type the details of the men hunting their naked wives. She started with loss of desire for sex but she went out of her way to make her vagina available to her husband without complaint. Pauline’s marriage to Donald was not without problems but she did not dream of him ever wanting to kill her and leave her body in the mountains for the bears to eat. They had been married for 26 years and one son and one daughter both married and living thousands of miles away. Pauline always made a point of staying out of the sun and she looked very good for a 45-year old woman. She had light brown hair without one white hair and her breast did not hang down too much and she had good complexion. Now she had scratches from head to toe from her desire for self-preservation that made her ignore the pain of her ordeal.

Donald never gave any clue that he would on one day make her a hunted animal but she continued to type about her love for her husband that lasted until she was released naked on a 30minute head start with Andrea. Pauline expected to be dead in hour or Escort Edirne so at that time. She would never forget Andrea with an arrow through her neck with her body against that tree being fucked by Donald. She wrote about her feelings about being hunted like an animal and watching Andrea standing and expecting her life to be over in seconds but Donald was aiming for her neck to kill her but be attached to the tree.

Donald possibly thought she was dead when he was fucking her while holding her leg up to get in and fuck the dead woman who was the neighbor’s wife while Charles was under her making him a target for Pauline to gamble and try to dislodge his bow and take his arrows before he could kill her. Pauline realized she was lucky to land on Charles so she could pick up his bow and arrows so she could kill him before he killed her. Pauline was only three feet from Charles when she shot him in his mouth. She was 30 feet from Donald when she aimed at his chest as he was standing with his pants down holding the bow but he did not have any arrows to shoot at her because he was standing on them. She wrote of her anger and cutting off his penis and putting in the mouth of her dead husband

Pauline had everything in detail including her feeling at the time. She doubted if she would be arrested for killing Charles and Donald but she did not rule that out they were doing some kind of investigation of the men hunting their wives and having it come out backwards

Alice and Andrea came back with Bonnie and Pauline let them in forgetting that she was naked. Alice said, “Wow did you get all cut up like that.” Pauline said, “Alice imagine having to run though bushes and trees running as fast as you can and then climbing a tree and doing all this naked.” Andrea took off her clothes and looked similar to Pauline with scratches and cuts on her abdomen breasts and legs. Pauline looked under her cheeks and she had more cuts and slivers there. Pauline found some tweezers and carefully pulled out the slivers from Andrea and Pauline gave Andrea the tweezers and she used them to pull out the slivers from Pauline Bonnie and Alice took off their clothes to show off young bodies without any cuts or scratches. Alice and Bonnie our bodies look more like yours but we had to run for our lives naked and climbing trees naked.

Bonnie went to Andrea and spread her legs and using her tongue and two fingers Andrea gasped from the pleasure. Alice did the same for Pauline Gently spreading Pauline’s legs and putting her face there to use her tongue and fingers to give her pleasure that soon exploded into an orgasm. Andrea lasted longer but could not help from having an orgasm the two women paid back the favor to the younger women.
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Bonnie was 23 years old and had nearly black hair and brown eyes. Her breasts were classic with her nipple pointing up at an angle. Alice was 22 and was tall at 5’10 and slim with natural blond hair and blue eyes. She had long tapered legs and small breasts
Pauline was 44 years old and 5’8” with blond hair and blue eyes. She always was slim. Andrea was a redhead with blue eyes and 5’8” Andrea was 43 and was 5’7” and at 133 lbs she was never concerned with loosing weight. Her small breasts still painfully flopped around when she had to run for her life. Bonnie and Alice shaved there pubic hair but Pauline and Audrey shaved their legs and underarms but now would expand that to shaving their pubic hair after looking at the two younger girls. Alice had a razor and shaving cream with some scissors to cut the hair short before using the shaving cream and razor to rid Pauline of any hair down there.

Andrea told Pauline that Bonnie had the same story Alice did. Before they came here they never met but became fast friends after meeting only today.

Alice and Pauline became friendly with Alice only here for three days with Alice preferring to be naked most of the time. Alice had agreed to be Pauline’s sex slave and Alice did all the housework and would mow the lawn and keep thing watered outside wearing clothes only in the front yard.

Pauline was notified that her dead husband was now at the nearby funeral parlor and she was asked what she wished to do and she chose cremation because she looked forward to flushing her husband’s ashes down the toilet. The good news was from an insurance agent calling to make an appointment for life insurance policy her husband that would pay Pauline $500,000. Pauline chose a settlement offer to pay her over 20 years because interest would be paid on the balance and give her $42,000 every year She learned that her husband had no idea she would be collecting his life insurance. He had token out an insurance police of $400,000 on her life. She wondered if he could collect anything if she was simply missing having been eaten by some bear. Perhaps they would leave some bones behind that would have her DNA. Pauline could not imagine her Donald and Charles getting away with killing her and her friend Andrea. They deserved to be dead.

Andrea got a settlement from life insurance that she didn’t expect. When contacted about what to do with Charles’s body she made the same decisions to get him cremated and flush his ashes down the toilet. Bonnie was still there and after talking to Pauline Andrea had her doing housework naked and providing Andrea with sexual favors when ever she wanted. Bonnie seemed to enjoy doing this because Andrea would pay back the favor.

The article Pauline wrote was published in the local paper and got a lot of reaction from readers. Most thought the men should be dead but some thought Pauline committed murder and should be jailed. Alice and Bonnie were happy to serve their new masters.

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Continued from Chapter Fifteen

Well you girls ready we got to go it is an hour and a half trip your all welcome to come camping sometime we may thank you .
We hug sue whispers into my ear your my sud I want more you know I will be back you can count on it baby love you .
The get in the car and head out all waving good bye Mary left yesterday April’s still in school Jan or the bus bring her home .

The Neighbors
Chapter Sixteen The Final chapter
or is it ?

It is time for graduation it is June twelfth it is a Friday I have not been avoiding April have not collected rent .
She went to school and I went over to check the broken down ac unit in the window she told me it needed fixing .
I think I will install central ac later on like I have in my house the days are getting hotter I put in a ceiling fan for now .

I am up in the attic finishing up I just finished wiring the over head hidden cam in ceiling vent when all of a sudden .
April and a guy comes in the house I hear hear them dam it’s hot in here yeah hasn’t he fixed the ac yet dam him .
I have installed a ceiling fan it is wired and ready to go she has to flip the switch no central yet too expensive .

I have a good strong floor that I installed for extra storage space and a drop down latter special for the attic.
Hey Please come in here Jake we can fuck in here I don’t see tony around any where wonderful maybe a quickie .
One second let me double check Hello tony you around I know better than to answer he did install a ceiling fan .

Looks like a vent to too suck out the heat cool much better maybe I will finally get central ac unit gosh I hop so.
There’s a tiny chip out of the ceiling near the fan so I can see right over her bed I also installed a hidden cam .
In the vent tiny not visible and it is wireless directly to my PC always recording dam this is going to be hot .
They both get undressed well tonight we graduate Jake yeah I cant wait sorry your moving I’ll miss you April .

Yes me too your a good fuck for a jock Jake shall I put a condom on I’m on the pill I have been for a few weeks .
I’m going to any way alright well let me suck you off first then you can fuck me in the pussy bent over yeah .

He lays on the bed she takes his rod in her hands strokes him slowly and puts the head in her mouth going down .
Slowly stroking and sucking starts sucking him off ooh April your as good now as when you were last year oh god .
Edirne Escort That is it baby yeah suck it oh yeah suck that hard cock of mine then ride me like you use to aah feels good .
I finally figured out whom her ex boyfriend was and I was getting a free show I was recording too wow .

Your nice and hard now here bend over doggie alright stick your cock in my hot pussy do it now fuck me hard .
Yes baby I feel it going in me Jake aah fuck me ooh Gawd ooh aah fuck me with your hard cock .
Dam she screams as loud as she does when shes with me aah Gawd Jake fuck me harder oh baby yes ooh yes yes . Yes that’s it aah fuck me that’s the spot you got it now aah hit it baby Yes baby ooh yes fuck me ooh … me ! Yeah .

Fuck my pussy aah! Yes your hard cock feels so good aah yes Fuck Me Hard Baby ! Made Me Cum please .
That’s feels so good, Ooh oh yes go deeper yeah baby deeper aah bay I’m cumming aah fuck I’m cumming .
That’s it yes Oh God baby, yes cum are you gonna cum now Oh My God! Yes harder Deeper, Harder! .
I ‘m Cumming, Don’t Stop Please, I Feel So Good fuck me baby aah yes ooh Gawd .

Yes baby I’m going to cum inside you again”Oh!! OHH!! Ooh fuck! I’m cumming inside you again April
I know I feel it I think the condom broke ooh fuck Unghh!! ! I’m cumming again!! Oh, baby!! Yes!! YES .
“Yeah, that’s it… There you go Pull out so he does dam it is break shit hope I do not get my pregnant now .
You better go before I kill you oh shit I see you tomorrow at graduation dam you by April and thanks alright .

That asshole Jake he knocked up sue and now me maybe what am I going to tell tony fuck! well I better shower .
She goes to the shower I figured it’s best if I wait until she leaves the house then I can get done and go next door .
I hear the water turn off I see her come back in her room she just tosses on her sun dress nothing else dam it’s hot .
Then the door opens and closes I hear her go into my house through the roof vents I get down in a hurry .

I go next door to my garage I enter by the side stairs for the spare apartment Is pretend to be taking a nap.
Tony you in here Yes up here can I come up please sure Just napping come on up hey there wanna fuck ?
Maybe later I hurt my groin I was lifting I should not have been oh baby I’m so sorry what was hurt my pride .

I seen you installed ceiling fan and a vent that was awesome hank you tony baby Thank you she hops up .
She Edirne Escort Bayan begins grinding her self on me I reach down lift off her sun dress ooh your naked honey yes and horny too .
I guess you want o make love yes but do me doggie alright hell cum in me if you want to I want to feel it deep .
Don’t bother licking my pussy just stick your cock in well I’m hard now I know lets fuck now here enter me.

She takes my cock in her hand and I enter her knowing another guy was already in her I hoped to catch her .
How you readers may ask Maybe she will moan out Jake the guy whom I saw her fucking about an hour ago .
Yes it’s in do it fuck me ooh yeah baby fuck my horny pussy ooh Gawd do it fuck me deep aah yeah that’s it .

Yes baby aah yeah! fuck my tight pussy aah yes ooh aah I feel it now that’s go it’s going deeper yes .
Yeah fuck my horny cunt Ooh, yeah, baby, satisfy my pussy she grunted as I fucked her with deep full strokes . “Fuck me, baby, … “Oh, yes, honey! Fuck me! Oh, God, yes. Yes! Oh, yeah I’m gonna cum baby aah fuck .

Yes aah fuck me. Fuck me hard, honey! … grind on it baby”shove it deep in my pussy aah fuck yeah baby .
Your going to make me cum soon I feel it “Oh yes, oh yes, fuck me harder! I’m gonna cum Jake What!! .
April what the fuck !! I pulled out with out finishing her Dam You who is Jake!! I’m sorry Tony .

I will ask once more “ Who’s Jake ? “ ,“Aright Alright!!! “ He’s my ex boyfriend! There that’s who he is .She runs out naked with dress in hand crying ash she running she says I been fucking him for the past few weeks . You happy There I told you I’ll move out and please don’t bother to call me either dam shes pissed I better let her cool down .

This is our first fight and were not even married yet I go into my house I forgot I had the hidden cam in her room .
I flip on my TV to see what’s on I also forgot I hooked the hidden cam to my TV and my laptop The it happened .
I see her on open her door she flops down on her bed crying she calls some one I cant see who Jake it’s April .
My husband pissed she put’s him on speaker phone good thing the wireless cam has a built in mic for listening .

You heard me My husband Hey you wanted to if I get pregnant he’s coming after you why me never mind .
Shall I come over are you OK I will be just stay away see you tomorrow will he be there ? Yes he will oh shit .
Hey April how come you did not have an engagement ring on Escort Edirne your finger I don’t wear it to school .

I don’t want it stolen Oh OK that’s a good idea yes she starts to calm down I gotta go Jake bye OK bye April .
Dam you girl what Have you done she’s talking out loud to her self well I’ll have to finish my self off I guess .
I probably ruined my relation ship with tony I better go explain but first I got to orgasm good then I will go over .

I need have creative romantic dinner for her better still its about five now I will call for dinner reservations .
I call up and were all set great now see what she’s up to their she is naked still dress on floor legs spread wide .

Daddy…I want you to fuck me I am gonna cum all over your hard cock baby cum in side me please ooh daddy.
I’m cumming!”oh god baby go deep pound my pussy I’m so sorry aah I’m cumming ooh I’d better stop this .
I better go see him now But how do I explain how sorry I really am I messed up big time bring Jake home .
Well here goes nothing Ill put on my bra and panties and my same dress I quickly turn off the wireless cam .

I sit and watch TV door bell rings be right there Dang it’s almost supper time whom could it be now .
Why hello April she looks at me with tears in her eyes frowns and say ooh baby I’m so sorry I have ruined us .
Ruined what honey our relationship between us I messed up really bad may I come in please yes honey please .

Anthony honey I mean Tony I really messed things up by fucking Jake at home hes leaving to join the army .
Well I thought one last good fuck would not hurt honey I got good news and bad news she starts to tremble .
Tears are still streaming down what bad news first you hate me right you never want to see me you want me out .

That is not it at all I was trying to say Bad news I don’t know your ring size the good news if we hurry down town.
We can pick out you and engagement ring then get to dinner by seven Hugh what did you say please repeat that .
Alright April honey I repeat it as simple as possible will you marry me there is that simple enough for you?

Hello Honey wake up did you just ask me to marry you baby Yes I did sweetie “ Oh My God!! “ I can’t believe it .
I was thinking a simple yes or no because we have dinner reservations for seven pm Yes of course I will marry you .
How about July forth sweetie great it’s six pm now lets go a half hour into town get the engagement ring.

We go to dinner come home relax she spends the night tomorrows graduation her mom & step dad will be there .
If you want me to continue this story just message me I have a few more parts I can ad Thank you

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The first thought into her mind as she was was the pain in her rear. It hadn’t gotten any better, if anything it hurt more now. Then she was aware of her position. Her face was pushed up underneath Raven’s breast and she was pinned against her by Harold’s great frame as he hugged raven. She was almost bent double and could only just manage to breath but she didn’t dare move and risk waking them. She thought over the night before and what she had seen, what they did to that poor girl and how it could have been her if she hadn’t done as she was told. She thought about how much it had hurt when Sir had forced his way into her rear and how much worse it must have been for that girl. About the twins she had seen in the basement and how they had been cooked alive, treated worse than animals. About the girls she had seen in the crowd, how they were tossed aside when spent and left on the floor like rubbish. Left for staff to pick up and cart away. And for what? Their entertainment? They saw their suffering and it was funny to them. They weren’t just not bothered by it, they liked to see it, they wanted it worse. And this was her world now. She knew what was expected of her as a toy, it wasn’t that bad. She had done it all now. There would be more things she had to do sure but she could handle that. It wouldn’t be that hard, and she was good at being a sex toy. They kept telling her she was good. She had always been good at doing what she was told. She would be the best sex toy ever. That way she wouldn’t end up on that stage.

Harold began to stir and she felt him roll off of her and onto his back.

“Twenty-Three! I need to piss. Come get your last drink.”

The redhead crawled from the bottom of the bed and took his flaccid member in her mouth. Putting his hands behind his head he let out a great sigh and Brooklyn watched as the girl drank down all he gave her. With a practised smile she wiped her mouth and said meekly, “Thank you Sir”. Brooklyn could still see the fear and sadness on her face. This girl who had seemed so used to this life. Who hadn’t seemed fazed by the show last night. But sending her to the farm? That was somehow worse. Of course she knew what the farm was from the name and everything that was said but she didn’t want to know. But she wouldn’t get uppity, she knew what she was.

“Come and suck it Twenty-Eight.”

As she tried to pull her arm free she felt Raven shift and free her. Then she rolled over and shifted down laying against his legs, she took him in her hands and started to work his shaft. As it hardened she readied herself for the task this was her now. This is what she was for. As she took him into her mouth and he groaned, Raven rolled over and gave him a deep passionate kiss.

“Good morning my love.”

Then patting him on the chest she looked down at Brooklyn.

“I don’t know how you have anything left in you after last night.”With a smile he replied, “A blow job from your newest fuck Düzce Escort toy is the best way to start the day”. Then he reached down and pushed her head all the way down, making her gag.

“Well I’m going to have a shower and get Twenty-Three ready for shipping.”With that she gave him a quick peck on the cheek and rolled off of the bed. As she walked over to the bathroom she beckoned to the redhead for her to follow. Getting off the bed and following you could see her sadness in the way she held herself. Gone was the graceful confident glide and now her body just sort of hung there as her legs propelled her to her fate.

Brooklyn busied herself with her task, trying her best to coordinate her mouth and hand movements listening to Sir’s moans So she could get better at her job. She wanted to be his new favourite, that seemed like the safest spot.Raven came out of the bathroom wearing a silk robe with the redhead following and walked over to the wall with the stage and toys. Picking up a lead she attached it to Twenty-Three’s collar and made for the door, she turned round to say, “I’ll get this one boxed up and then see you down at breakfast”. As the door closed his body tensed and grabbing her by the head he forced her down as he filled her throat. She tried her best to swallow it all and not gag but it still sprayed from her lips. As he let her go she sat up and thinking back to Twenty-Three she wiped her mouth and gave a, “Thank you Sir”, and forced a smile.”Good little fuck toy, you need to keep trying and you’ll do ok.”Rolling off of the bed and walking to the bathroom he clicked his fingers and pointed behind him for her to follow. She moved quickly at his command and sprang off the bed to catch up to him. It was the same perfect white open space from the lodge that first night, only a little bigger maybe. It followed the same routine as her first morning, him sitting down and emptying himself. Her washing him after and being left to clean herself while he dressed. These moments alone in the shower were the only times she even began to feel normal again. Like the water was washing her mind of what had happened the night before. Like it all might have been a terrible dream and she’d step out and be back home. This time she put the towel back on the rack rather than cover her body, and with a deep breath walked back into his room and her new hell.

He was sitting on the bed fully dressed, putting on his watch and fiddling with his cuffs. She stood in front of him and waited. He stood and picked up the lead sitting next to him, walked over to Brooklyn and attached the lead to her collar. Then pulling her over to one of the bed posts with the new girls bound to it he pushed her against the girl and tied off the lead.

“Now wait here and one of the staff will come and put you away in a bit. Oh and while you’re here I want you to play with this girl. Rub her body and masturbate her. Imagine I’m in bed and you’re putting on Düzce Escort Bayan a show for me. I’ll look over the cameras later so I’ll know if you did.”And with that he left her there tied to another girl in his bedroom. She looked at the lead and how it wasn’t even in a knot she could just undo it and run. But she pushed the idea from her mind. He didn’t need to tie here, where would she run? She looked down at the girl she was tied to and over to the other post and girl. She looked back to the bed where he would have been laid and then looked around for any cameras. She couldn’t see any but he didn’t look like the sort that would cheap out on big bulky ones. Looking back at the girl it was obvious she was crying inside her hood, from the way her body was shaking. Although she could barely make out any sound through the gag and leather encasing her head.

She whispered, “I’m sorry I have to do this you’ll understand later. It’s not so bad when you get used to it here.”She reached out and started to rub the girl’s breasts. Thinking about how it would look for him, she turned so she was showing herself to the space where he would have been. She ran her hands over the girl’s body like she was displaying a prize on an old game show. The girl started to sob even harder.

“Shhh it’s ok I’m going to be gentle and it’ll feel good I promise.”She desperately wanted to make this poor girl feel better. She moved her hand down to her mound and started to rub it while playing with one of her nipples. As she rubbed her mound first her middle finger slipped between the moistening lips. Then another, soon she had three fingers running up and down this crying girl’s slit as she played with her nipple. Eventually as she worked on her she felt the girl starting to rock in to meet her hand.

“That’s it, you’re a good girl. If you’re a good girl you’ll be safe.”Brooklyn was starting to get a bit breathless herself and was rubbing against the girl to try and get some pleasure herself.

It didn’t take much more of them grinding together before the girl shuddered and went limp. Brooklyn pulled her hand out and looked around for somewhere to clean it, before realising she couldn’t move to anything even if she saw it. She lifted her sime covered hand to her mouth and licked it clean.

She stood there next to the girl she had forced to orgasm for what felt like hours before someone came to collect her. It was the older of the Miss’ in the red collar. She didn’t say a word, just walked over, put a hood over Brooklyn’s head and took her out by the lead. She could hear the bustle of the house as the guests and their slaves were leaving. As she was blindly led down another set of stairs she recognised the feeling and smell of the gun room and heard the safe door being opened. She could feel the oppressive quiet as she was led deeper under the house. Once the final door was closed and locked Miss pulled off Brooklyn’s hood and lead. She Escort Düzce was in the corridor between the lounge and gym.

“Sir said you were a good fuck toy last night and he wants you to have some lounge time as a treat. There’s an Xbox, TV with movies, lots of toys, and a snack bar. I suggest you limit yourself with the snack bar, getting fat is the quickest way to end up under Cooks knife. Do you understand?”

“Yes Miss.”And with that she opened the door and gestured for Brooklyn to enter. Compared to the industrial feeling of the rest of the dungeon this room felt light, airy, and modern. It was filled with large comfy sofas and beanbags, all different colours.

“I’ll knock to give you a 10 minute warning before I come and get you.”

And she closed the door.Brooklyn explored the room. It could have been any common room at a nice school or workplace, except for the wall of dildos and vibrators. She walked over to the table of snacks. There was a cereal dispenser and a whole rack of chocolate bars and a fridge filled with drinks. She made herself a bowl of cereal and sat down. Turning on the TV she saw a list of different media they had, TV shows, movies, the game console, porn. She looked around and her curiosity getting the better of her she ***********ed porn. This brought up a listing of numbers and faces. Some of the numbers were repeated but with different faces. When she got down to Twenty-Eight, she saw her own face. I was from one of the swimsuit photo’s ‘Zack’ had taken. She opened it. There were three files, First night, First Bath, and Party Night. She opened the first and saw the same camera angle of the lodge that had been in the girl from last night’s video, but it was her. She watched as she knelt when told, as she stripped for him. She watched as he led her to the bedroom and it cut to a new view. She watched as she came with his touch. She felt shame. That was all it took for her to become his whore, a few words. She was worthless.

She exited out from the video and opened the second one. It was of all the girls in the bath after exercise yesterday. He had cameras in there too. He probably had cameras in here.

As she exited that video she saw a new file had been added, The morning After. She opened it and it was a video of her pleasuring the new girl. It was shot from above the bed looking down at her. She started to cry. She was a monster. She had molested that poor girl. He had used her to hurt her and she had done it willingly. It didn’t matter if she was trying to be a good toy or not she was his to use and there was nothing she could do about it.

Closing out of the porn category she opened the TV shows and clicked The Simpsons. She laid there as the familiar sound of her now lost childhood played in her head and cried for what she had become.

Some time later she heard a knock on the door and knew that it was time to go back in her cage and start it all over again the next day, and everyday until she ended up in the kitchen or on the farm.

That’s all she was now.

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The Chair

By PABLO DIABLO

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As I woke this morning, I was hoping things in my life had changed. I turned my head, wiping the sand from my eyes. I begin to stretch. I pull myself up in my bed. I look to my left and there it is, my wheelchair.

My prison.

My life.

It sits there mocking me, knowing that I will never escape its hold on me. I hate this chair with all my being. I can feel my soul growing darker with each day’s passing.

My mind rages on. Why did life have to be so cruel? Why can’t I find the happiness that others seem to have? Why do I have to be stuck in this permanent hell?

“Why does God hate me?” I say out loud.

As I struggle to move my legs from the warmth of my bed, I swing them in unison over the edge. Using my cane, I pull on the wheelchair’s arm to bring my jailer closer to me.

I hate everything about it. The shiny mocking chrome of its frame. The blue of the seat and arm rests. The blackness of the rubber tires. The squeak of my body being plunked down into my cage, my jail.

I think to myself how people either treat me as someone to be ignored or someone who can just ‘figure it out for myself’. However, the ones that give me the horrified look when I do open my mouth and must ask for help really set my brain to raging.

After Düzce Escort all, I didn’t ask for the body to betray me and be so fragile. If I had a time machine, I never would have allowed myself to be in that place when the accident occurred.

I hate my prison.

I hate my life.

I work my way through my apartment. I bang my hand on that sharp turn into the kitchen. I still curse that the counter tops are too high for me. I hate that I must use that grabber device to reach anything.

Today is more of what I dread. Another physical therapy appointment.

Maybe I will see D’andre. He seems to be the only one who is nice to me, truly nice not that fake nice that the receptionist shows you.

D’andre, D’andre please be there today.

As I make myself coffee, I dial the physical therapy place to check if D’Andre is there. He is scheduled to arrive just a few minutes before my appointment.

I call the ‘Dial a Ride’ service to schedule them to come get me about 10am.

After my coffee, I head to the bathroom to do my morning ritual. I hate trying to fight the shower to get my chair either into the shower or to get my body to move from the chair onto the step-bench that rests inside the shower.

I decide to take a ‘whore’s bath’ as my Grandmother would call it. Some also call it a Düzce Escort Bayan ‘cowboy bath’. This goes back to the wild west days when using the water in the horse troughs was used to clean up the cowboys coming off the trail.

I brush my teeth. I comb my hair. I put on make-up. I want to look good for D’andre, he is my imaginary boyfriend.

As time progresses, I see it’s almost 10. The handicap ride service is due here within minutes. I hurry myself to the front porch to wait for them.

They arrive on time. They are nice enough, but not very chatty. I like chatty.

We arrive at the physical therapy place. I am delighted to see D’andre waiting outside for me to arrive. I smile. He always makes me feel good.

He helps the ride service person unload me and he takes position behind my chair pushing me to the therapy room.

“How are you today, Sunshine?” D’andre asks.

“Better now that I see your smiling face.”

“Wonderful! Let’s get you through the therapy today, then I was going to push you through the back gardens afterwards if you would like.”

“Um, yes. I think I would really like that. Thank you D’andre.” I reply.

I am put through my normal exercises. I don’t believe that any of this is helping, not one damn bit. Yet, I do them anyways. Why? Because I don’t Escort Düzce want D’andre to see me not try.

As we come to the end of my therapy, I’m happy to see D’andre waiting for me.

He hands me a towel, so I may wipe my face from the sweat that has formed from all the hard work.

He takes control of my chair, moving me outside of the therapy building into their flower garden.

“D’andre, may I ask you a personal question?”

“Of course.”

“Why are you always here, helping me?”

“Well, I see someone whom you don’t see. I see a beautiful, powerful, opinionated woman that just needs to change her view.”

“Change my view? I hate this chair. This is a prison I will never get out of. You really don’t understand at all.” I bark back.

“OK, let me try it this way then. When I was in my senior year of high school, my Granny had a massive stroke. She lost the ability to walk, most of her speech, the entire use of her whole right side. I felt it an honor to be allowed to push my Granny’s wheelchair around. I would argue with my parents, my brothers, anyone who tried to step in front of me to push Granny in her chair. And do you know what she called her chair?……….Her Chair-riot…. because of her stroke, she viewed being in a wheelchair as being a Roman Princess in her Chariot. She didn’t want pity. She took what happened to her and made the best out of it. That is what you need, to find your positive.” D’andre said.

I reached up and pulled him down to me, kissing his cheek and whispering “Thank you”.

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THE FIFTEENTH DAY

Rarely would the day following correction offer fresh signs of misbehavior. There were none upon this one, but as strict as ever in the article of permission to shit in the morning, Messieurs granted this favor to no one but Hercule, Michette, Sophie, and Desgranges, and Curval came perilously near to discharging while watching the storyteller at work. Not overmuch was accomplished at coffee, the friends were content to fondle buttocks and to suck one or two assholes; the hour sounded, everyone went promptly to establish himself in the amphitheater. Duclos faced her audience once again and addressed the company in this wise:

There had lately come to Fournier’s a little girl of twelve or thirteen, the age preferred by that singular gentleman I mentioned to you; but I truly doubt whether in a very long time he had debauched anything so cunning, so innocent, or so pretty. She had fair hair, was tall for her years and fit to be painted, her physiognomy was tender and voluptuous, her eyes the loveliest one could hope to see, and in all her charming person there was something sweet and intriguing which turned her into a very enchantress. But what was the degradation to which the such a host of attractions was about to be subjected! and how shameful was the debut being prepared for them! She was the daughter of a tradesman in lingerie, purveyor to the Palace and a man of comfortable means, and his daughter surely had been destined for a happier fate than this of playing the whore; but the more the man of whom it is a question was able, by means of his perfidious seductions, to beguile his victims to their ruin, and the more thorough the depravation into which he guided them, the greater his pleasure, the fiercer his ecstasy. Little Lucile, directly after her arrival, was scheduled to satisfy the disgusting and unclean caprices of a man who, not merely content to have the most crapulous tastes, wished, still better, to inflict them upon a maid.
He arrives at the house; he proves to be an old notary stuffed with gold and who, together with his wealth, has all the brutality that avarice and luxury excite when combined in a seasoned spirit. The child is exhibited to him; pretty as she may be, his first reaction is disdain; he grumbles, he grits his teeth, mutters and swears, and says that it damned well seems as if one can no longer find a pretty girl in Paris; he demands, at last, whether there is proof positive she is a virgin, he is assured that, yes, the article is mint, Fournier offers to show it to him.
“What? look at a cunt, I? Madame Fournier! I, look at a cunt! I certainly hope you propose the thing in jest; have you noticed me spending much time considering those objects since I have been coming to you? I use them, to be sure, but in a manner which, I believe, attests no great fondness for them.”
“Very well, Monsieur,” Fournier said, “you will have to take the house’s word for it: I declare that she is as much a maid as a child born five minutes ago.”
They go upstairs together and, as you may well conceive, curious about the forthcoming tête-à-tête, I go and establish myself at the hole. Poor little Lucile was overcome by a shame only to be described by superlative expressions, hence not to be described at all, for those expressions are needed to represent the impudence, the brutality, and the ill-humor of her sixty-year-old lover.
“Well, what the devil are you doing there, are you a stone?” says he in a harsh voice. “Do I have to tell you to get your skirts up? I should have been looking at your ass two hours ago. . . . Don’t stand there like an idiot, move.”
“But, Monsieur, what am I to do?”
“Why, Jesus Christ, are such questions still asked? What are you to do? Pick up your skirts and show me that damned ass I’m paying to see.”
Lucile obeys, trembling like a leaf, and discloses a little white ass just as darling and sweet as would be that of Venus herself.
“Hum . . . looks all right,” mutters the brute, “bring it nearer. . . .”
Then, getting a firm grip upon the two buttocks and separating them forcefully:
“You’re damned certain no one’s ever done anything to you here?”
“Oh, Monsieur, no one has ever touched me. . . .”
“Very well. Now fart.”
“But, Monsieur, I can’t.”
“Well, try, for Christ’s sake, make yourself fart.”
She struggles, frowns, squints, a little breath of aromatic wind does escape and produces a little echo upon entering the infected mouth of the old libertine, who seems delighted.
“Do you want to shit?” he asks.
“No, Monsieur.”
“Well, I do, I’ve something copious to get rid of, if you’re interested in the pertinent facts; so prepare yourself to satisfy this particular need of mine . . . take off your skirts.”
They are removed.
“Lie down upon that sofa. Raise your thighs.”
Lucile settles herself, the old notary arranges and poses her so that her wide–flung legs display her cunt to the fullest advantage, in which open and prominent position it may be readily employed as a chamber pot. So to use it was his heavenly intention; in order that the container respond more perfectly to what is to be demanded of it, he begins by widening it as much as possible, devoting both hands and all his strength to the task. He takes his place, pushes, a turd lands in the sanctuary Cupid himself would not have disdained having for a temple. He turns around, eyes his work, and with his fingers presses and thrusts the filthy excrement into the vagina and largely out of sight; he establishes himself astride Lucile once again, and ejects a second, then a third stool, and each is succeeded by the same ceremony of burial. Finally, having deposited his last turd, he inserts and tamps it down with such brutal zeal that the little one utters a cry, and by means of this disagreeable operation perhaps loses the precious flower, Nature’s ornament, offered the child as a gift to Hymen. This was the moment at which our libertine’s pleasure attained its crisis: to have filled the young and pretty cunt to overflowing with shit, to crowd it with shit and stuff it with yet more, that was his supreme delight: all the while in action, he opens his fly and draws out a species of prick, very flaccid it is, and he shakes it, and as he toils away in his disgusting manner, he manages to spatter upon the floor a few drops of thin, discolored sperm, whose loss may be credited solely to the infamies he has been performing. Having concluded his business, he takes himself off, Lucile washes, and that is that.
Some time later, I found myself with another individual whose mania struck me as no less unpleasant: he was an elderly magistrate at the high court. One was obliged not only to watch him shit, no, there was more to it than that: I had to help him, with my fingers, facilitate the matter’s emergence by pressing, opening, agitating, compressing his anus, and when once he had been freed of his burden, I had with utmost care to clean the soiled area with my tongue.
Düzce Escort “Well, by God! there’s a bit of taxing drudgery, I own,” said the Bishop. “The four ladies you see here, and they are our wives, or our daughters, or our nieces, these ladies nevertheless have to perform that same chore every day, you know. And what the devil, I ask you, what the devil is a woman’s tongue good for if not to wipe assholes? I frankly cannot think of any other use to put it to. Constance,” the Bishop pursued, turning to the Duc’s lovely wife, who happened to be upon his couch, “give Duclos a little demonstration of your proficiency in the thing; here you are, I’ll offer you a very untidy ass, it hasn’t been cleaned since this morning, I’ve been keeping it this way for you. Off you go, display your abilities.”
And the poor creature, only too well accustomed to these horrors, executed them as a dutiful, a thoughtful wife should; ah, great God! what will not dread and thralldom produce!
“Oh, by Jesus,” said Curval, presenting his ugly, beslimed asshole to the charming Aline, “she’ll not be the only one to give examples of excellence. Get to work, little whore,” said he to that beautiful and virtuous girl, “outdo your companion.”
And the thing was accomplished.
“Why, Duclos,” said the Bishop, “I think we might proceed now; we only wished to point out that your man’s request had nothing of the unusual about it, and that a woman’s tongue is fit to nothing if to wipe an ass.”
The amiable Duclos fell to laughing and continued:

You will permit me, Messieurs, said she, to interrupt the catalogue of passions for an instant that I may apprise you of an event which has no bearing upon them; it has only to do with me, but as you have ordered me to recount the interesting episodes in my life, even when they are not related to the anthology of tastes we are compiling, I think that the following ought not be passed by in silence.
I had been a great while at Madame Fournier’s, had long since become the first ranked according to seniority, and in her entire entourage was the girl in whom she had the greatest confidence. It was I who most often arranged the parties and received the funds. Fournier had gradually taken the place of the mother I had lost, she had aided me in time of trouble, watched over my welfare, had written faithfully to me when I had been abroad in England, upon my return had as a friend opened her house to me when, in difficult circumstances, I desired to take asylum with her once again. Twenty times over she had lent me money, and often had never asked for it back. The opportunity arrived to show my gratitude and to respond to her limitless faith in me, and you shall judge, Messieurs, with what eagerness my soul opened itself to virtue’s entrance and what an easy access it had thereinto: Fournier fell ill, and her first thought was to call me to her bedside.
“Duclos, my child, I love you,” said she, “well you know it, and I am going to prove it by the absolute trust I am about to place in you. Despite your mind, which is not a good one, I believe in you incapable of wronging a friend; I am very ill, I am old, I do not know what is to become of me. But I may die soon; I have relatives who will of course be my heirs. I can at least leave them something, and want to: I have a hundred thousand francs in gold in this little coffer; take it, my child,” said she, “here, I give it to you, but upon condition you dispose of this money in keeping with my instructions.”
“Oh, my dear mother,” said I, stretching forth my arms to her, “I beseech you, these precautions distress me; they shall surely prove needless, but if unhappily they were to prove necessary, I take oath and swear exactly to carry out your intentions.”
“I believe you, my child,” said she, “and that is why my eyes have settled upon you; that little coffer, then, contains one hundred thousand francs in gold; I have scruples, a few scruples, my dear friend, I feel remorseful for the life I have led, the quantity of girls I have cast into crime and snatched away from God. And so I wish to do two things by means of which it is my hope the divinity will be led to deal less severely with me: I think of charity now, and of prayer. You shall take fifteen thousand francs of this money, and you shall give it to the Capuchins on the rue Saint-Honoré, so that those good fathers will say a perpetual mass for the salvation of my soul; another sum, also of fifteen thousand francs, shall be set aside, and when I have closed my eyes, you shall surrender it to the curé of the parish and beg him to distribute it amongst the poor dwelling in this quarter of the city. Charity is a very excellent thing, my child; nothing better repairs in the eyes of God the sins we have committed in this world. The poor are His children, and beloved of Him is he who gives them succor and comfort; never is God more to be pleased than by alms distributed to the needy. There lies the true way of gaining Heaven, my child! As for the remainder, immediately I am dead you shall take sixty thousand francs to one Petignon, a shoemaker’s apprentice in the rue du Bouloir: this poor lad is my son, he knows nothing of his origins: he is the bastard issue of adultery. Upon dying, I want the unhappy orphan to benefit from those marks of tenderness I have never shown him while alive. Ten thousand francs are left; I beg you to keep them, my dear Duclos, keep them as a feeble token of my fondness for you, may they be some kind of recompense for the trouble you shall have to take in seeing to the distribution of the rest of my fortune. And may this little sum aid you to resolve to abandon the dreadful trade we follow, a calling wherein there is no salvation, nor any hope. For one is not a whore forever.”
Innerly delighted to be entrusted with such a handsome sum, and thoroughly determined, for fear of becoming confused by Fournier’s intricate instructions upon sharing it, to keep her fortune intact and for myself alone, I produced a flood of very artificial tears and cast myself into the old matron’s arms, reiterated many oaths of fidelity, and turned all my thoughts thenceforth to devising means to prevent the cruel disappointments certain to occur were a return to sound health to bring about a change in her resolutions. The means presented itself the very next day: the doctor prescribed and emetic, and as I was in charge of nursing her, it was to me he handed the medicine, drawing my attention to the fact the package contained two doses, and warning me to be sure to administer only one at a time because, were both given her, death would be the result; were the first to have no effect, or an insufficient one, the second could be employed later, if need be. I promised the doctor to take the greatest possible care, and immediately he had turned his back, banishing from my heart all those futile sentiments which would have stopped a timorous spirit, putting to rout all remorse and all frailty, and thinking exclusively of my gold, of the sweet charm of making Düzce Escort Bayan it mine, and of the delicious titillation one experiences every time one concerts an evil deed, the certain prognostic of the pleasure it will give, dwelling, I say, upon all that and upon nothing else, I straightway dropped both doses into a glass of water and offered the brew to my dear friend’s lips; she swallowed it down without a moment’s delay and thereby, just as rapidly, found the death I had sought to procure her.
I cannot describe to you what feelings possessed me when I saw my scheme had succeeded; each of the retchings wherewith she exhaled her life produced a truly delicious sensation throughout my entire being; thrilled, I listened to her, I watched her, I was perfectly intoxicated with joy. She stretched her arms toward me, addressed me a last farewell, I was overwhelmed with pleasurable sensations, I was already forming a thousand plans for spending the gold. I had not long to wait; Fournier expired that same afternoon; the prize belonged to me.
“Duclos,” said the Duc, “be truthful: did you frig yourself? did crime’s piercingly voluptuous sensation attain your organs of pleasure?”
“Yes, my Lord, I confess it did; thanks to my prank I discharged five times before nightfall.”
“It is then true,” the Duc intoned in a loud and authoritative voice, “it is then true that crime has of itself such a compelling attractiveness that, unattended by any accessory activity, it may be itself suffice to inflame every passion and to hurl one into the same delirium occasioned by lubricious acts. Well, what say you?”
“Why, my Lord,” Duclos answered, “I say I had my employer honorably buried, appropriated the bastard Petignon’s inheritance, wasted not a penny on perpetual masses, nor did I bother to make a single charitable distribution, for, as a matter of fact, I have always beheld charity with the most authentic horror, regardless of the speeches, such as Fournier’s, that I have heard pronounced in its favor. I maintain that there must be poor in this world, that Nature wishes that such there be, that she requires it, and that it is to fly in the face of her decrees to pretend to restore equilibrium, if it is disorder she wants.”
“What’s this!” said Durcet. “Do you then have principles, Duclos? I am very pleased to observe this in you; for, as you appear to realize, any relief given to misfortune, any gesture that lightens the load of the distressed, is a real crime against the natural order. The inequality she has created in our persons proves that this discordance pleases Nature, since ’twas she established it, and since she wishes that it exists in fortunes as well as in bodies. And as the weak may always redress matters by means of theft, the strong are equally allowed to restore inequality, or protect it, by refusing to give aid to the wretched. The universe would cease on the spot to subsist were there to be an exact similarity amongst all beings; ’tis of this disparity there is born the order which preserves, contains, directs everything. One must therefore take great care not to disturb it; moreover, in believing that it is a good thing I do for this miserable class of men, I do much ill to another, for indigence is the nursery to which the wealthy and powerful repair in quest of the objects their lust or cruelty needs; I deprive the rich man of that branch of pleasure when, by raising up the downtrodden, I inhibit this class from yielding to him. And thus my charities have done nothing but put one part of humankind very modestly in my debt and done prodigious harm to the other. Hence, I regard charity not only as something evil in itself, but, what is more, I consider it a crime against Nature who, having first made differences apparent to our eyes, has certainly never intended ideas of eliminating them to occupy our heads. And so, far from giving alms to the poor, consoling the widow, succoring the orphan, if it is according to Nature’s true intentions I wish to act, not only do I leave these wretches in the state Nature put them into, but I even lend Nature a strong right arm and aid her by prolonging this state and vigorously opposing any efforts they make to change it, and to this end I believe any means may be allowed.”
“What!” cried the Duc, “even stealing from and ruining them?”
“Oh my, yes,” the financier replied, “even augmenting their number, since this class serves another, and since, by increasing the size of the one, though I may do it a modicum of harm, I shall perform a great service for the other.”
“That, my friends, is a very harsh system indeed,” said Curval. “Haven’t you heard tell of the sweet pleasures of doing good unto others?”
“Abusive pleasures!” Durcet answered at once. “That delight you allude to is nothing like the one I recommend; the first is illusory, a fiction; the second is authentic, real; the first is founded upon vile prejudices, the second upon reason; the first, through the agency of pride, the most false of all our sensations, may provide the heart with a brief instant’s titillation; the other is a veritable mental pleasure-taking, and it inflames every other passion by the very fact it runs counter to common opinions. In a word, one of them gets this prick of mine stiff,” Durcet concluded, “and I feel practically nothing from the other.”
“But must the one criterion for judging everything be our feelings?” asked the Bishop.
“The only one, my friend,” said Durcet; “our senses, nothing else, must guide all our actions in life, because only their voice is truly imperious.”
“But God knows how many thousand crimes may be the result of such a doctrine,” the Bishop observed.
“God knows, yes, and do you suppose that matters?” Durcet demanded; “for it is enjoyable, isn’t it? Crime is a natural mode, a manner whereby Nature stirs man, makes him to move. Why would you not have me let myself be moved by Nature in this direction as well as in the direction of virtue? Nature needs virtuous acts, and vicious ones too; I serve Nature as well by performing the one as when I commit the other. But we have entered into a discussion which could lead us far; suppertime is approaching, and Duclos has still ground to cover before completing her task. Go on, charming girl, pursue your way, and believe me when I say you have just acknowledged an act and a doctrine which make you deserving of our eternal esteem and of that of every philosopher.”

My first idea when once my good patron had been inhumed was to assume the direction of her house and to maintain it on the same footing she had found so profitable. I announced this project to my colleagues, and they all, Eugénie above the rest, for she was my best beloved, I say, promised to regard me as their new mother. I was not too young to pretend to the title, being then nearly thirty and possessed of all the intelligence and good sense one must have to govern a convent. And so it is, Messieurs, that I shall conclude the story of my adventures not as a public whore, Escort Düzce but as an abbess, pretty enough and still youthful enough sometimes, indeed often, to treat directly with our clients; and treat with them I did: I shall in the sequel take care to notify you each time I took personal charge of the problem at hand. All Fournier’s customers remained to me, I knew the secret of acquiring additional ones: my apartments were kept very neat and clean, and an excessive submissiveness inculcated in my girls, whom I selected with discrimination, hugely flattered my libertines’ caprices.
The first purchaser to arrive was an old treasurer of the Exchequer, a former friend of the departed Fournier; I gave him little Lucile, over whom he waxed very enhusiastic. His habitual mania, quite as filthy as disagreeable for his partner, consisted in shitting upon his Dulcinea’s face, of smearing his excrement over all her features, and then of kissing her in this state, and of sucking her. Out of friendship for me, Lucile allowed the old satyr to have his way very completely with her, and he discharged upon her belly as he lay kissing and licking his disgusting performance.
Not long afterward, we had another; Eugénie was also assigned to cope with him. He had a barrel full of shit trundled in, plunged the naked girl into it, and licked every inch of her body, swallowing what he removed, and not finishing until he had rendered her as clean as she had been prior to her immersion. That one was a celebrated lawyer, a rich man and a very well-known one; he possessed, for the enjoyment of women, none but the most modest qualities, which lack he remedied by this species of libertinage he had lovingly cultivated all his life.
The Marquis de R***, one of Fournier’s oldest clients, came shortly after her death to express his sorrow upon learning that she was no more; he also assured me he would patronize the house just as faithfully as before and, to convince me of his devotion, wanted to see Eugénie that same evening. This old rake’s passion consisted in first bestowing prodigious kisses upon the girl’s mouth; he swallowed all the saliva it were possible to drain from her, then kissed her buttocks for a quarter of an hour, called for farts, and finally demanded the major thing. After it had been done, he kept the turd in his mouth and, making the girl bend down over him, he had her embrace him with one hand and frig him with the other; and while he was tasting the pleasure of this masturbation and tickling her beshitted asshole, the girl had to eat the turd she had deposited in his mouth. Although he was prepared to pay very well, he used to find exceedingly few girls who were willing to cooperate in this little abomination, and that is why the Marquis would come regularly to me: he was as eager to remain one of my clients as I was to have him make frequent visits to my establishment. . . .
At this point the Duc, very hot indeed, said that as the supper hour was hard upon them, he would like, before going to table, to execute the last-cited fantasy. And this is how he went about it: he had Sophie come to him, received her turd in his mouth, then obliged Zélamir to run up and eat Sophie’s creation. This idiosyncrasy might perhaps have been a delight for anyone else but a child like Zélamir; as yet insufficiently mature, hence unable to appreciate the delicious, he manifested disgust only, and seemed about to misbehave. But the Duc threatened him with everything his anger might produce were the boy to hesitate another instant; the boy obeyed. The stunt struck the others as so engaging that each of them imitated it, more or less, for Durcet held that favors had to be parceled out fairly; was it just, he asked, for the little boys to eat the girls’ shit while the girls went hungry? no, surely not, and consequently he had Zéphyr shit in his mouth and ordered up Augustine to eat the marmalade, which that lovely and interesting girl promptly did, her repast being as promptly succeeded by the racking vomitings.
Curval imitated this variation and received his dear Adonis’ turd, which Michette consumed, not without a duplication of Augustine’s histrionics; as for the Bishop, he was content to emulate his brother, and had the delicate Zelmire excrete a confiture Céladon was induced to gobble up. Accompanying all this were certain unmistakable signs of repugnance which, of course, were of the greatest interest to libertines in whose view the torments they inflict are unexcelled for inspiring satisfaction. The Bishop and the Duc discharged, the two others either could not, or would not, and all four went in to supper, where Duclos’ action was the object of the loftiest encomiums.
“A very intelligent creature,” observed the Duc, whose regard for the storyteller could not have been more profound. “Intelligent, I say, to have sensed that gratitude is nonsense, an hallucination, and that ties of fondness or of any other sort ought never either to make us pause or even to suspend the effects of crime, because the object which has served us can claim no right to our heart’s generosity; that object employs itself only in our behalf, its mere presence humiliates a stout soul, and one must either hate of be rid of it.”
“Very true,” said Durcet, “so true that you’ll never see a man of any wit seek to make others grateful to him. Fully certain that benevolence creates nothing but enemies, he practices only the arts his wisdom approves for his safety.”
“One moment,” interrupted the Bishop. “It is not at giving you pleasure he who serves you is laboring, but he is rather striving simply to gain an ascendancy over you by putting you in his debt. Well, I ask, what does such a scheme deserve? He does not say, as he serves you: I serve you because I wish to do good for you. No, he simply says: I put you under obligation in order to lower you and to raise myself above you.”
“These reflections seem to me,” said Durcet, “abundantly to prove how abusive are the services usually rendered, and how absurd is the practice of good. But, they will tell you, one does good for its own sake and for one’s own; ’tis all very well for them whose weakness of spirit permits them to enjoy such little delights, but they who are revolted by them, as are we, great God! would be great fools to bother over such tepid stuff.”
This doctrine having fired their imaginations, Messieurs drank a great deal, and the orgies were celebrated with vivacity and brio. Our like-thinking libertines sent the children off to bed, chose to spend a part of the night tippling with no one but the four elders and the four storytellers, and in their company to vie with one another in infamies and atrocities. As amongst these twelve individuals there was not one who was not worthy of the noose, the rack, and probably the wheel, I leave it to the reader to picture what was said and done. For from words they passed to deeds, the Duc got hot again, and I don’t know just why it happened or how, but they say Thérèse bore the marks of his affection for weeks. However all that may be, let us allow our actors to move from these bacchanals to the chaste bed of the wife that had been prepared for each of the four, and let us see what transpired at the castle on the morrow.

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Brie had a habit of pressing her face against my neck during some point usually towards the end of our sessions. But there were also times when she clutched the back of my neck and suddenly I felt her nose bearing down on my Adam’s apple only about two minutes in, so maybe she was just nervous and didn’t know what to do. There was this one time in my dorm room, during a bout of midday horniness that needed some relief. And this time was sexy as shit because she was sitting on top of me and I bounced her up and down and felt my thumb digging in to her belly button and watched her moan up at the low hanging light that she could have bonked her head against if she leaned much closer. As if she were practicing modern dance choreography (and she had been a dancer, which she’d given up for studying painting and banging me), she curled her head down so she was looking straight down at my lower belly. And she turned up the volume of her moans as if the hairier part of my stomach made it so much sexier.

She dipped downward and buried her face in my neck, while at the same time, amazingly, reaching back with one hand and grasping my cock to make sure it stayed inside her. This time I was being responsible and wearing a condom. It felt very awkward, but for the next minute or so, I got an inch-away view of her thin, stringy black hair with even a single gray hair near the top of her head where it parted. She’d worn her hair in a ponytail when we first met, but that had gone the way of all bad ideas. Her breath felt hot on my neck and her moans vibrated off my pillow like a surround sound museum piece. I felt her hand that wasn’t on my cock slither around in to my hair. I felt her eyelashes fluttering against my neck. I peered up over her head to see what the action was like south of the great hill. Her ass bobbed in the air and my dick felt like it could fling out of her at any second. So I scooted down and, in a feat of gymnastics, curled my legs up so they forked between her legs and spread them out on either side and got my old pal more firmly situated in her pussy. I thrusted with more authority and her hand jerked away from my cock. It writhed across her ass and rested at the edge of her crack. I could see my nuts flailing above her ass like two fat kids trying to jump over a wall, but then I started coming and shut my eyes and put both of my hands around her cheeks. I raised her face so she looked in to mine and at the moment our eyes met she stopped her staccato moans. Her face was flushed and her lips were parted and her eyes were squinted, like they had been shut for duration of their acquaintance with my neck. The fat of her cheeks was balled up between my thumbs and forefingers. I finished and let my legs fall flat. I didn’t kiss her. I just held her face and we stared at each other, breathing. She bent down and kissed me for a long time.

She sat on the bed, dabbing at her groin with a tissue and got back in to her slip. I rolled off the condom and wrapped it in a couple tissues and threw it away. When we were both fully dressed, we looked at each other again, smiling and she raised her arms in a partial shrug. Düzce Escort We really didn’t know what to say. What can you say? “I guess I’ll see you soon?” she said. “Yeah,” I said. “Call me or something.” “Why don’t you give me a call?” A pause. “If I feel like it.” “Bye Dennis.” She walked out the door with her handbag swinging from her shoulder loosely enough that it could have spilled all over the floor.

I wanted to be something like an art gangster that past semester (Spring). I hung out with a few other dudes who knew spray painting and we went around campus at night with spray cans, spraying designs on the sides of buildings and in classrooms holding classes we hated. Then a campus cop, this total fatty, saw us walking around and one guy, I think Jim (dumbshit), was holding his spray can in plain view. The cop said, “Hey! What are you kids up to?” And I remember saying, “Fuck, let’s run.” And we did and the fat cop hardly bothered to chase us. He yelled some shit and I heard him running, but then he stopped and I heard the crackle of his radio. He said something about these five kids, holding a can of something, etcetera. Nobody came after us, and we all dispersed at the top of Crest Hill and ran back to our dorms. From that point on, we A) tooled on Jim a lot and B) stuck to spraying places downtown, like at the abandoned train tracks under the Orono bridge, and the vacant lot at Sidberry Street. What a name, Sidberry. I picture a sleazy guy named Sid with tattoos and sunglasses smoking a cigarette and dropping trow, but the sleaziest people down there were us, and we smoked joints.

I got laid the most of any of us. The other guys were either virgins or had gotten it maybe a couple times. Stevie was once bragging about getting head the previous week, and I whipped out the picture of Janis and he stopped bragging. Nate once asked me if Brie had any hot friends. I was surprised, because I didn’t even remember telling them about Brie. Brie and I would smoke weed and talk about painting and music. Things that we actually had in common. I think she mostly stayed with me because of the sex, which was the same reason I stayed with her (who woulda thunk it?). But sometimes she behaved like an actual girlfriend. Like one evening when we sat on the bench outside the library, after checking out a couple books on Rembrandt that she needed to help her study. She sat on one of my legs and nestled her head against mine. Her other leg hung loosely down the side of the bench and I noticed a tear in her jeans. I put my hand on it and rubbed that spot. I looked out over the campus and saw a number of other girls walking around. Most of them I could probably fuck if I really wanted to. But I didn’t care at that moment. I was glad to be with this artsy, intellectual, slim, dark-haired young woman in my lap.

We were fucking in her room. It was very dark and the shades were down. I was on top of her, doing my technique where I moved slowly and caressed her body up and down with each rhythm and, while she lay there thinking how romantic this was, gradually speeding up until it turned in to raw, visceral, panting, Düzce Escort Bayan thwapping, bed-squeaking sex. We were getting towards that latter part. She was in a breathy mood this evening; her lips curled up showing her teeth, which were parted and made her expression turn from almost angry to disbelieving, to giving in. She arrived at this last expression as my balls starting slapping against her and she craned her neck back and shut her eyes. She made a noise that was a fast paced version of the noise a woman makes when she’s beginning to laugh at the inappropriate joke you made. I grunted long, guttural grunts. I heard the bed scrape against the floor. It was actually moving forward. I was fucking Brie, and her bed. I wonder if the bed liked it. It scraped again, louder, and further forward. She balled a chunk of my hair up in her hand and said, between broken breaths, “Dennis. Dennis. I’m coming.” She did a full body jerk to her right and the bed groaned against the floor again. It bumped against the wall. She grabbed at the edge of the mattress, missing her target the first time, then latching on to it. I pressed one hand down on her mattress and propped my body above hers like I was doing a one armed push-up. This allowed my groin to sort of flex so my cock could move about ten times faster. It was an idea I’d gotten at the gym while doing actual push-ups. She started yelping.
I cupped one of her legs in my hand and pushed it forward to give myself more room. I trembled from holding myself in this position.
I felt like if I got an aneurysm from fucking a girl this hard it would be totally worth it.
She said, “Oh my God.” She took several rapid breaths.
An orchestra of bedsprings going squeak squeak squeak squeak and rapid female breathing.
“Fuck,” she said.
The bed scraped against the wall again.
She ripped the bed sheet off the mattress and her arm careened through the air; her hand swiped my chest.
Her eyes were shut and she vocalizing the entire pentatonic scale, though favoring the “do” note.
My hand swept down her leg in a mutual muscle spasm; her leg jerking forward and my arm surrendering. I collapsed on top of her. My head touched down on her pillow. My orgasm felt like it took two minutes. I could feel the condom getting squeezed off my cock half-inch by half-inch. Brie’s exhales were long and loud and sounded like she said ‘Ga’ over and over. She squeezed me twice with her arms and legs and I didn’t give a fuck if the rubber broke if it felt this good. I didn’t want this to end.

When I got back to my room, I found a note on the door:

MEET US AT THE BACK OF STORM AT 5:30. WE KNOW YOU DON’T HAVE CLASS THEN. WE KNOW YOU WON’T REGRET IT.

There I was, at the back of Storm Hall. I didn’t see anybody. I don’t usually smoke, but I was smoking a cigarette then, because I was nervous. I don’t usually get nervous. Only in my dreams. I try (and succeed) to not give a shit about the slightest thing on the outside, and as a catch 22 I have nightmares. This felt like a dream. Two dudes came up to me from the path behind the dumpster. They were carrying Escort Düzce textbooks and wearing preppy sweaters, but I felt like I’d seen them both before. One of the guys—the dark haired one—nodded at me, and kept ignoring me. For another few seconds. “Dennis,” said the light haired dude. “What’s up,” I said and dropped my cigarette and stepped on it. “Trey,” he said. I shook his hand. “Brent,” said the dark haired guy. I shook his hand. There was a pause. “Let’s cut to the chase,” said Brent. “We’ve heard stories about you.” “The whole campus has heard stories about you,” said Trey. “Now let’s get real. Some people think you’re disgusting, a weirdo, a horrible person,” Brent said. “But we think you’re just one of us.” “We want to induct you in to Alpha Alpha Sig Fi,” Trey said. “The what?” I said it loudly. “We’re a secret frat,” said Brent.

Over the next couple weeks, I started going back and forth between my dorm and this rented house off campus, which served as the base of Alpha Alpha Sig Fi. The house was almost impossible to find and I needed to mention a password before I was even given the address. At first, I thought I was being inducted in to something that was basically the ultimate inside-joke: a parody of actual frats. But I came to understand that there was a specific mission of the frat. It was for college age bachelors. Players. Womanizers. Whatever you wanted to call yourself. Every dude in this house—and there were only fifteen—was in constant competition with the other to fuck more girls than the other, and so far, Brent held the record; thirty-two girls in one college year. This was why he was the leader of the frat.

I was the youngest dude there. Everybody treated me with half-admiration and half-backhandedness. They let me drink their beers and come to certain events but they called me The Basic-Virgin sometimes. We had to compile our conquests in some way shape or form. Some dudes made porn movies with their girls. Others took pictures. Some did audio recordings. Most—including me—wrote them up in stories. We had our own secret website where we posted everything and all the stories were judged each week. So far, Trey held the record for the best stories; his work spanned all mediums. This made him second in command. Of course, there were rules, all of which I had no problem with. We used pseudonyms for all the female figures—real names would get us forced out (apparently, the frat had almost been exposed a couple years back, when one of the girls found out about the video he had posted, sued him, and won). Underage sex was an absolute disgrace, and Brent even said he would go to the police if he heard about it. No otherwise freaky, kinky, or illegal stuff (I don’t need to go in to specifics). Summer conquests didn’t count. If anybody slept with an escort or a prostitute—expulsion. And I was repeatedly told not to talk to anybody about this frat. Don’t even mention other member’s names. “There are rumors that go around about us, but nobody believes them,” Trey assured me.

Before I was officially inducted, I would have to bang this one girl in the sister house—Jesus, we have a sister house? That’s what I said as soon as I heard. Yes, we did. They were even smaller; only nine of them. But we were having a Schmooze– that was what they called a party—on Friday night, and I had better be there.

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Raising Little Tabby Jack

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Tabitha Jackie Moore’s eyes stared fearfully at the policewoman who had escorted her as the paramedics transported her to the hospital for rape tests and treatment for shock and dehydration. The woman didn’t seem particularly sympathetic, and Tabby Jack, as she often insisted on being called, desperately needed someone to comfort her!
She’d been catatonic from screaming and crying for hours when the SWAT unit had charged into her home and rescued her from the three home invaders who had brutally murdered her father and mother. It came out as they were interrogated they had particularly enjoyed raping the pretty thirteen-year old as her mother was forced to watch. Both she and her mother had been strangled and raped repeatedly. A concerned neighbor with acute hearing had thankfully detected Tabby’s shrill screams of terror and reported them. Unfortunately, her mother had died from the horrible treatment before the police arrived
That’s where I come into the story. I’m Jack Wilson. The police had found the papers in my best friend’s desk assigning me power of attorney over the couple’s concerns and called me. I’d been shocked and enraged to hear of the murders, and dropped everything and somehow managed to avoid being arrested for speeding as I rushed to my Goddaughter’s side!
The hospital room door opened and a nurse showed me in. The policewoman had to physically restrain Tabby from leaping from the bed and running to me! “Tabitha,” the woman spoke,”be careful, you’ll rip out your I.V.” I quickly walked to the other side of the hospital bed and picked Tabby up, she clung tightly to me and sobbed.
Tears of rage, loss, and sorrow for her streamed down my own face and fell on her gown as I held the young teen, all that remained of my two best friends. The nurse told me, “We’ve put her on enough sedatives to knock out a horse, but she’s refused to give in to it. She must have incredible willpower!”
“She’s been in survival mode. She’ll rest with me here, she trusts me to protect her,” I told the nurse. Rest she did for the next two days, as I sat in a chair and held her in my arms. I spent most of those long hours adoring her beautiful face and stroking her long auburn hair as she so loved for me to do. One of the cutest tricks she’d learned as a toddler was to climb into my lap, meow, and beg me, “Pet the Tabby, Jack!” Thinking of the torture she’d gone through and the bruises on her slender neck made my eyes stream bitter tears. I so wished I’d been beside her dad in his final fight for their lives as I’d been with him in so many fights!
I only put her back in her bed when I went to the restroom or showered, and when the doctors and nurses examined her or bathed her. The nurses were very kind in bringing meals to me. They knew the whole story now, and I suppose they knew I couldn’t bear to leave her side to go to the cafeteria. The murders had made the front pages of the papers and the news channels all over the country, “Police Officer and Wife brutally slain!” The doctors and nurses seemed to accept my presence as part of her therapy treatment.
I left her room only once in those first two days to go to my truck for the fresh clothes and my shaving kit I had there. I made one of the nurses promise to stay by her side while I rushed to and from the truck. Tabby was just waking up when I walked back into the room and she desperately reached for me. I put my bag down, cradled her in my arms, and sat back down in my chair beside her bed. She kissed my cheek, hugged me, and went back to sleep, feeling safe in my arms.
On the third day they reduced her sedation. I talked reassuringly to her as she awoke. I asked her if she had any relatives or other friends she was close to she wanted to see, or might want to visit or stay with, and she told me there was only me. She cried for a long while then as I held her close. She needed this time to grieve her terrible losses, as did I.
Her father, Bob Moore, had been my best friend since boot camp years ago. We’d helped liberate Kuwait in the same unit and did one H.A.L.O. (High Altitude Low Open) night jump behind the lines on a mission into Iraq. We were closer than most brothers. After I’d been blown damned near to hell by a land mine another troop had been killed by stepping on, he had his wife visit me in the hospital stateside until he got home and could take over most of the bedside vigils. He had picked up on his civilian job as a police officer when he returned, and often visited me in uniform before or after a shift.
They’d insisted I move in with them when I was discharged from the military hospital, so I’d have a home to go to, then each had assisted me to and from my rehabilitation appointments until I could drive again. When the baby came along the proud couple had done me the great honor of naming me her Godfather, and giving her the middle name Jackie.
I had been given a full disability retirement from the military, due to various permanent problems, both physical and mental. I bought my own place so Bob and his wife would have their privacy again and a nursery room for the baby, but we’d visited at least weekly ever since. I was invited to every poker game, fishing trip, vacation, birthday, and anniversary party.
Tabby Jack had become my best buddy too, to the point of her insisting I was the only person she would allow to babysit her whenever it was needed. Have I mentioned she was a strong willed child? She would beg her mom and dad to let her spend nights or weekends playing at my house. We played ball, went swimming, camped out (usually in my yard) and went fishing. I always insisted she put the icky bait on my hook and hers, but it never seemed to work out that way. She had been the darling daughter I would never have, and now it appeared she was mine to finish raising for the worst possible reasons.
She told me she was hungry and I buzzed for a nurse to see if she was allowed anything to eat yet. I spoon-fed her some broth for her first meal of her Elazığ Escort hospital stay. They’d been feeding her intravenuously. She didn’t say much as I fed her. Tabby seemed to enjoy the warm broth, and the familiar closeness of my feeding it to her as I’d often done when she was younger. It did my own low spirits a world of good being able to give the sweet child some nourishment. Her doctors sent a psychiatrist in to examine her. He introduced himself to us as Dr. Stevens and shook my hand. He extended his hand toward Tabby. She shrieked and threw her arms around my neck, clinging tightly to me and shivering from fear as I comforted her!
The doctor shook his head in sympathy, then pulled up a chair. I could tell from the resigned look on his face, her recovery would take a long, long time. Dr. Stevens spoke calmly and gently to Tabby, but she refused to respond to him. “Will she talk to you, Mr. Wilson?” He asked. “Call me Jack, Doctor,” I told him, “Yes, she’ll talk to me, won’t you, Tabby Jack?”
“Yes,” came her barely audible reply. “You need to talk to the doctor, Sweetheart,” I told her in a soothing voice, “he’s here to help you learn to deal with this tragedy.” She whispered and sobbed, “I’m too scared to, Jack! Please don’t let him hurt me!” Tears were running from my own eyes again and mixed with hers as I kissed her tears away. I promised her, “Nobody is ever going to hurt you again, Tabby Jack, I won’t let them!”
Dr. Stevens stood up and spoke to me. “I’ll refer her case to one of my women colleagues, Jack, she’ll be in either later today or early tomorrow. Perhaps that will help. You both have my sincere sympathy. I’ll send in her medical doctor. He needs to speak with you, too.”
Dr. Williams came in then, and Tabby’s reaction to him was very much the same as her reaction to Dr. Stevens had been. She was terrified of him! Dr. Williams had examined her several times while she was heavily sedated, but she didn’t want to be in the same room with him now! I told her, “Sweetheart, let me put you on your bed, then I’ll talk to the doctor.” She made it plain in no uncertain terms; she didn’t like that idea either!
“This is all very irregular, Mr. Wilson,” the doctor said, “but to me my patient’s welfare comes first, and it seems you’re the only person, or at least the only man, who doesn’t frighten her. The police officers left a copy of your power of attorney signed by her parents and notarized, so we can consider you her legal guardian. I spoke to Dr. Stevens and any further medical treatment I tried to give her at this point would likely only increase her mental trauma. She suffered no permanent physical damage, she is not and won’t be pregnant, and the court ordered tests on the suspects are in, they had nothing infectious. I’ve put her on a solid diet, and prescribed something for anxiety to help ease her pain. As soon as she’s had a solid bowel movement you will be free to take her home and begin her rehabilitation.”
I was relieved my worries about her being pregnant, or contracting a serious disease were over. Now I had to deal with a heart broken orphaned child who’d watched her father killed, her mother raped and snuffed, while she was raped and strangled herself. She was also deathly and justifiably terrified of at least half the human race! I knew I was buying into a hell of a fight. I vowed to myself I’d care for my namesake. “Thank you, Doctor. I’ll be at her side for the rest of my days or as long as she needs me, whichever comes first.”
“You really mean that, Jack?” Tabby stirred enough to ask me. I truthfully told her, “Yes, Darling, I do, and you know I’ve never lied to you. I adore you, you are the most important person in my life.” This seemed to reassure her and she drifted off to sleep again. I would never even hope to fill that enormous void in her life her loving mom and dad had left, but at least she still had her buddy Jack who had always been there for her.
I knew I would have to maintain a delicate balance between protecting Tabby and over protecting her, but I figured it was way too soon to worry about that. She was barely out of survival mode and needed all the reassurance and love I could give her.
Our next visitor was John Kelly, the President of Bob’s police union. He sat several feet away after he realized his presence frightened Tabby. “She doesn’t remember me,” he told me, “but her dad was my patrol partner for a number of years, including when she was born, and I remember him talking about you and the war.”
“Yes, thank you. He was a great guy, and the best friend I’ve ever had. I’m sure you know he was one hella good backup in a firefight. His wife was every bit my friend as he was.” Tabby whimpered at mention of her parents, but this needed to be said.
John pulled a check and a business card from his wallet. “Here’s a check from our union for $50,000 for Tabby’s immediate expenses made out to you and my card. I know Bob and his wife chose you to represent their family, and it’s obvious to everyone you have the child’s best interests at heart. There will be other funds raised soon for her education expenses and benefits from our retirement fund. Should you ever decide to look further into this case yourself, or if she needs something give me a call.”
My eyes must have shown this savvy veteran police officer I’d picked up on his hint about my intentions of looking into the murders because he winked at me before leaving. He knew I’d be calling him soon! Could this have been a contract killing instead of a random home invasion? I silently made a vow to my dear friend’s memories I’d know one way or another before I let the matter rest!
Tabby’s next meal was delivered, and I noticed the kind nurses had ordered one for me too. I asked her whether she could manage to feed herself this time, and she pouted for a moment, then broke down in deep wracking sobs. “I want to be a little girl again, Jack,” she cried, “being a grown up hurts too much!” If Elazığ Escort Bayan you don’t think her words hit me where it hurts, you’re mistaken. I held her to me for several minutes to calm us both, then told her, “l’ll feed the Tabby Jack, then, before her dinner gets cold.” The dear child rewarded me with a tentative smile I wouldn’t have traded for millions!
The cafeteria had sent up grilled chicken breast, mashed potatoes with gravy, and green beans. Tabby approved of and gladly ate everything I fed her until I offered her a couple of the green beans. Her full lips stayed tightly shut until I had a flashback to feeding her liver and spinach in her junior baby foods. I did the airplane thing with the fork. I made the engine noises, and zoomed the fork around. “The airplane’s coming in for a landing, right into baby Tabby’s mouth!” She laughed in delight, and I poked the beans in!
She hugged me as she chewed the beans.“Nobody but you would have remembered that, Jack, thank you!” Hell, I was so thankful I could still amuse her. Another few minutes of my feeding her and she told me she was stuffed. I was satisfied she’d eaten enough for the present. After the previous two days of IV feeding her stomach had probably begun to shrink. Tabby decided then, it was time for her to return the favor and feed me. She got more food on my face and shirt than in my mouth, but I sure wasn’t going to deny her a few moments of play!
I told her then, “Sweetheart, how about if I put you down to rest in your bed while I clean myself up?” That idea went over like a lead baloon! She cried, she wailed, she made gagging sounds and I thought she’d lose her dinner. “Jack, please hold me! They’ll kill me if you don’t protect me!” How could I argue with that? She had seen her protector, the strongest man she’d ever known, her dad, the man with the badge and gun, murdered in front of her. How could I ever convince this sweet child she was safe again?
My own paranoia I had been fighting for years kicked in. Did I really know there wasn’t somebody out there paid to finish the job those other three had started? Added to that, it had just ocurred to me she was the only live witness to some hideous crimes.
This child was dearer to me than my own life. One mistake on my part might see her murdered. I thought rationally for a moment. I should call Bob’s union president John Kelly and tell him Tabby needed to be with someone who could protect her. My mind reeled, John Kelly was rational and sane, just like Tabby’s dad Bob had been. There had been nothing either rational or sane about this tragedy. Bob had been killed by those crazy bastards, and left his wife and precious child to amuse the insane!
People all over the country knew where Tabby was. I decided at that moment to make a move. “Tabby, we’re leaving here now. You and I are going to take it on the lam and hide until we have a chance to sort things out.” Her eyes brightened up at that! She gave me her best Faye Dunaway look. I only recognized it because I’d seen it so many times before. Tabby loved all the old movies and we had sat and watched “Bonnie and Clyde” every time she came to my house since she was an infant because she loves it. Have I mentioned I spoil her? She put her hand on one little hip, and gave me her saucy look. “Let’s do it, Clyde!”
“Okay, Bonnie, I’ll get you unhooked from that IV.” I got a roll of tissue from the restroom and rolled up a couple of feet of it. “This may pinch a little, Bonnie,”I told her, “but you got some moxie.” I was looking into her eyes, and she didn’t even wince when I held the tissue to her arm and slid the IV needle out. I held pressure on her arm for a few minutes, then told her, “Try not to scratch the itch on that spot for a little while, Bonnie.”
I rummaged in my bag I’d brought from the truck and found an XXL tie dyed T-shirt I thought might be long enough to conceal her little bare butt. You know how those hospital gowns are, and the little darling had been carried to the hospital naked under a blanket with three sadistic rapists cum running out of her body. “Stick ‘em up!” I ordered her. The shirt slid down over her upraised arms and head, and yes, it reached well below her butt. “Okay, Bonnie, all you need is a cigar, a beret, and a Tommy Gun, and you’ll be perfectly disguised!” That brought a beautiful smile to my gun moll’s face!
We almost made it off the floor unseen. One nurse was just coming back from a room, and asked me, “Sir, has she been checked out?” I told her, “No, she hasn’t, but the doctor said the only thing stopping him from discharging her was a solid bowel movement, and we decided we could owe him one or mail it in and she could go home and sleep in her own bed at my house. I’ll buy her a stool softener if she needs it.” “Bonnie” giggled at that! The nurse consulted her chart, then said, “You’re right, sir, sign here, please.” I scribbled the name “Clyde Barrow” on the dotted line, stuck a copy in my jeans, and we continued our escape!
I was doing my best to find a side exit, but we must have gotten turned around, because the hospital exit we took had three television satellite transmission vans very close to it. The reporters came alive as we exited the hospital. I was holding Tabby’s hand, and I held her behind me. I will admit I was feeling very protective of her, very frustrated I had not been there to save her from the rape and torture she’d endured, and very pissed off!
I must have growled at the reporters, unless they added that to the tapes later. I put a big hand out and pointed it in the face of each reporter. I growled, “This baby girl has been hurt enough, and she’s with me now. I’m not a nice guy like my Brother was, stay out of her face!” They must have gotten the message I was upset, because they began retreating!
I picked Tabby up in my arms, and headed towards my truck. The little imp had only one comment to make. “King Kong carrying Faye Raye! Are we going to climb a skyscraper, Escort Elazığ Jack?” Tabby sure knows how to crack me up, as well as push my buttons! I laughed as I asked her, “I’m sorry, darling, did you have anything to say to the networks?” She said, “Maybe.” I put her down, turned around, and we walked back to the network vans, hand in hand.
She led me up to the reporters. Thankfully they were all women. “You will have to excuse Jack,” she told them,“ or not.” Her shoulders shrugged. “He is very protective of me. Both our worlds have been destroyed and our love for each other is all we have left. We appreciate everyone’s concern.” The tears started then and she turned around and reached up to me, and I picked her up. I carried her to our escape truck with her arms clenched tightly around my neck.
I put her in the truck seat and she cuddled up to me. I kissed her cheek, hugged her, and told her, “That was a very mature statement you made, Darling. Much more so than mine.” She laughed, and said, “That wasn’t me talking, Jack, that was Bonnie!”
We got a pleasant surprise when we pulled up to the parking lot booth. I handed the man the ticket I’d grabbed on the way in three days before. He said, “I saw your disabled veteran tags, and I just saw you both on my television. You two have paid your way already.” He tore the ticket in two. Tabby and I both thanked him, he raised the barrier, and I drove out.
My next stop was a stash I’d made several years ago of some weapons and ammo. No, I won’t describe the location or the weapons, it suffices to say the stash was still intact and the weather hadn’t affected anything. I have mentioned I am paranoid, haven’t I? I felt much more at ease with the weapons in my possession. I also changed the plates on my truck there. I had been maintaining the registration on a title I’d bought from a junk dealer several years before, so they were perfectly legal, except for not belonging to this particular truck.
Tabby had remained mostly silent and still, except for being right at my side during my retrieval of the weapons. I asked her, “Sweetheart, do you need us to find a restroom for you? Are you hungry or thirsty?” She just snuggled a little closer to me. Okay, I figured I’d find us a place to stay for the night. When I got out at the motel Tabby was right behind me. I turned to her and pulled the collar of the shirt she was wearing up to cover the bruises on her neck. She snapped to what I was doing and held it up. I registered and paid with John Hancock’s driver’s license and credit card. I paid for double occupancy and asked fot two beds, though I didn’t expect Tabby would be that far away from me.
She wasn’t. I carried enough firearms into the room to start a small war and cautioned her, “Don’t touch the firearms, Love, your training on them begins tomorrow.” She had been raised around her dad’s weapons, but she’d been told strictly hands off. I’d asked Bob every few months for permission to train her to shoot. He’d always refused saying she was still a baby.
She was still a baby, but now she was a baby who had been repeatedly raped in every body orifice by three men and strangled within an inch of her life. She was my responsibility now and I’d teach her how to shoot and provide her with weapons to protect herself from the crazies. I kicked my shoes off, shucked my shirt and went under the covers. Tabby snuggled up to me and laid her head on my bare shoulder. “Sleep well, Sugars,” I told her, and kissed her forehead. I saw a wisp of a smile at the corners of her mouth, then we both nodded off.
I hadn’t realized how exhausted I’d been from sitting in that hospital chair holding Tabby for days until I woke up to see sunlight streaming into the window of the motel. I turned to her and saw she was awake and looking at me. I hugged her to me, kissed her forehead and asked her, “How are you feeling today, Miss Moore?”
She stretched, yawned, and told me, “I’m happy to be alive and in your arms, Jack, but I am hungry!” That sounded like something I could relate to after three days of hospital food. I went to my bag and took out some clothes. “Give me a few minutes to shower, Sweetheart, and we’ll find you something to eat, then buy you some clothes.” I headed for the shower, taking a pistol with me..
I was dropping my britches when Tabby came into the bathroom. “Fine guard you are, Clyde,” she told me, “Something could get me out there.” I stepped into the shower and was adjusting the water and anticipating her next argument when she stepped in beside me. I greeted her warmly, “Hello Miss Moore. Yes, I remember I used to wash your little butt, but you were three or four years old the last time.” I decided to show her I had will power, too. I lathered up a wash cloth and began scrubbing her from head to toe, front and back. I held tight to a mental picture of her the last time I had bathed her. I scrubbed the little darling all over, shampooed her, and rinsed her thoroughly. I kissed her cheek, and patted her pretty butt, then I moved her out of the shower, “Dry off, my Love,” I told her, “I’ll be out in a minute.”
I’m proud to say I maintained my dignity the entire time, but I knew she wouldn’t let me off the hook that easily! She demanded, “How did you do that, Jack?” I thought for a moment how to answer her, then I had it.
“This is the Soldier’s Creed:” I chanted,
“I am an American Soldier.
I am a Warrior and a member of a team.
I serve the people of the United States and live the Army Values.

I will always place the mission first.
I will never accept defeat.
I will never quit.
I will never leave a fallen comrade.

I am disciplined, physically and mentally tough, trained and proficient in my warrior tasks and drills.
I always maintain my arms, my equipment and myself.
I am an expert and I am a professional.
I stand ready to deploy, engage, and destroy the enemies of the
United States of America in close combat.
I am a guardian of freedom and the American way of life.
I am an American Soldier.”
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My name is Gary Asher, I’m a professional photographer. I have a small, but profitable, studio in down town Chicago. Because of the nature of my business, I, sometimes, work with the most beautiful women in the city and, not once, in ten years of marriage, have I ever considered cheating on my wife, Judy. I was the luckiest guy in the world and I knew it. My wife, who still looks and good as ever, is the loving mother of our seven year old daughter, Tammy, and the most loving, devoted, and caring wife a man could ever want. Not to mention, after being together for twelve years, the sex is just as exciting as it was the first time we made love. I’ve heard about other couple’s sex life and how it would get stale and deteriorate after a little while, but ours was spontaneous and fresh. Sometimes we would make love twice a week, other times, twice a day. Sometimes we would use toys or some exotic locations, but we always seemed to be in sync with each other and, in all our years together, one had never denied the other. Not once.
When I first met Judy, she was a top model herself, probably the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, at least I thought so. We met on my first, major, shoot. Prior to that I was doing model composites, some small advertising photography and, I’m not too proud to admit it, but I even took a few weddings to keep my head above water. This was my big break, it was the big time, a 3 day shoot for a major client, and I was all puffed up like a peacock. I would have never had the balls to even ask Judy out under any other circumstances. We dated for two years, then, in a city where everyone was living together, we decided to make it legal. We exchanged vows in front of our friends, family, and God. You might say, for me, life was picture perfect………until the other night.
It started out as a normal evening. After dinner Judy was helping Tammy with a project for school so I went to my home office to go over some shots for an upcoming ad campaign. I didn’t even realize how late it was getting when Judy poked her head in the door way and said she had put Tammy to bed, but my little girl wanted a good night kiss from her daddy. I jumped up, a little embarrassed that I had spent most of my family time working, and said I would give her an extra big kiss tonight. As I bent over my angel and gave her a great big smooch on the cheek, Judy walked passed the room and said she was tired and going to bed herself. I looked at my watch. It was still pretty early, but I thought, what the hell, I think I’ll hit the sack too and make passionate love to my gorgeous wife.
I hit the washroom on the way and was a little surprised when Judy was under the sheets already. I crawled in beside her and gently kissed her forehead. She knew, instantly, what was on my mind. She made a little sigh then said something that shocked me to my socks. “Honey, I’m just too tired tonight.” I couldn’t believe my ears, as I said earlier, never had we ever denied one another. I thought I would just lightly sneak my hand between her long, beautiful, legs and stimulate her clit a little. I was sure she would change her mind, but she had her legs tightly pressed together with her left hand wedged in between, completely covering her pussy. “Honey, please, really, I’m just too tired tonight,” she repeated. I said it was okay and rolled over on my back, but my mind was going two-forty. We didn’t speak anymore that night, but I couldn’t sleep. I couldn’t help but wonder if something was wrong. She was completely silent, but I knew she wasn’t sleeping either. Judy always has the cutest, little snore when she is in dream land. I was, finally, started to nod off. I was in that twilight state just before sleep when I felt Judy get up. In my semi-conscience state, I figured she was going to the washroom, but after a little while I realized she hadn’t come back to bed. I put on my robe and wandered downstairs and into the kitchen. Judy was sitting at the breakfast table sipping a cup of coffee and, kind of, gazing into space. It startled her a little when I walked in. “Oh, what are you doing up?”
“I could ask you the same thing,” I said. “What’s wrong, honey? I know you have something on your mind, what is it?” She looked as if she was about to reveal some deep, dark secret, but then decided not to.
“Really, honey, nothing is wrong. I just had a hard day yesterday…..honest.”
“Okay,” I said, “but you know, of course, you can talk to me about anything…anything at all…….right?” She smiled that smile that made men weak in the knees.
“I know, dear. Really, nothing is wrong. Why don’t you go back to bed and try to get some sleep. I’ll join you in a few minutes.” I was exhausted from a long night of brain overload and fell asleep, this time, as soon as my head hit the pillow. I woke up a couple of minutes before the alarm went off and looked over to see my lovely bride laying next to me. I just couldn’t stop worrying that something was wrong. As the alarm went off, she stirred and stretched, then looked into my eyes. Her face was beaming as she said, “Good morning my wonderful man.” She crawled on top of me with a passionate kiss. Unfortunately, we both knew there was no time for hanky panky. Tammy had to get to school and I had an early appointment with a client.
On the way out the door Judy informed me she had some shopping to do today so not to worry if I called the house and got no answer. I said okay as I got into my black, Z3 convertible and flicked the switch so the top would go down. It was a gorgeous, summer day in Chicago, and I was looking forward to driving in on Lake Shore Drive rather than use the expressway. I met my client, but had a hard time focusing. Judy was bright and cheery this morning, but I couldn’t help but think that something was really bothering her last night. For one split second I thought, could she be having an affair? That was ridiculous and I knew it. Out of all the people we knew, I didn’t know anyone who’s marriage was as solid as ours. No, something was bothering her, but it wouldn’t be that. What ever it was, she seemed to have taken care of it by morning. As the day progressed and I got busy and thought less and less about the night before.
By the time I got home I was hoping Judy was as horny as I was. Once again, however, she seemed to be a little pensive during the evening. I wasn’t going to make the same mistake I made the other night so I joined in helping with my daughter’s school project and spent the whole night with my family. After putting Tammy to bed, I took Judy’s hand and lead her to the bedroom. She knew, from the twinkle in my eye, exactly what I wanted and this time she gave me no arguments. I was going to be extra sensual and romantic. I teased her body with my soft touch as I slowly undress her. She laid her head back and sighed as I kissed her neck. I took her in my arms and lowered her body to the bed. I gently worked her nipples with my tongue as I messaged her, perfect, 34-C breasts. She moaned as I worked my tongue down her flat stomach where I paused slightly before separating the folds of her pussy. I teased, flicked, and worked my tongue around, sometimes sucking her clit until it was hard, almost like my cock. I was not, what you would call, hung like a horse, but I was bigger than average and I could stay hard for a couple of hours, which I did. Judy climaxed three times, each time, trying to be quiet so we wouldn’t wake Tammy. The last time we both came together and we were totally spent. Again though, during the whole time, I had the feeling that Judy just wasn’t into it quite as much as she normally would be and, for the second time, the suspicion of an affair crept into my brain and, this time, it stayed there.
During the drive into work I kept telling myself my suspicions were foolish, but I had to find out for sure. One thing was obvious, I could not let Judy know I didn’t trust her so, what ever I came up with, had to be covert. When I got into the studio I checked my shooting schedule. There was a two hour gap around noon so I called an old friend of mine, Sammy. Sammy was a procurer of things. I don’t know how he did it, but I got half of the equipment in my studio from Sammy and, all the time, at lower than wholesale prices. The equipment was all top quality, it wasn’t gray market, all the equipment came with the manufacturer’s warranties, and I knew it was not hot. I had an idea, but I need to talk to Sammy over lunch about some special equipment I would need. When we met at a, down town, restaurant a couple blocks from my studio, I asked him if he had access to small spy cameras. He was a little surprised at my request and asked what the hell I was going to do with spy cameras. Sammy was a good friend. He had been to our house many times over the years and knew, both Judy and Tammy. “Sammy, you have to promise that what I’m going to tell you goes no further than the two of us,” I said.
“Of course, pal, what the hell is going on, this is starting to sound serous?”
“I think Judy is having an affair.” I could hardly bring myself to say the words. I thought Sammy was going to choke on a piece of the hamburger he had just bitten into.
“No way,” he mumbled before even swallowing. He took a big gulp and continued. “I have never seen a, more perfect, Elazığ Escort couple than you and Judy. Are you sure she’s having an affair?”
“No. That’s why you can’t say anything to anyone. If I’m wrong and Judy somehow got wind that I wrongly suspected her, I think it would have a devastating effect on our marriage. And if I am wrong, I sure as hell don’t want to jeopardize what I’ve got.”
Sammy sipped his glass of beer, “so what makes you think she’s having an affair. I know you, you’re not paranoid, something put the thought in your head.”
“It’s just the way she’s been acting lately. If it’s not an affair, then something else is bothering her for sure. Hopefully, if I can get those cameras, I’ll find out it’s not an affair, but something else. Something is wrong, Sammy, and I’ve got to find out what it is.”
“Okay,” Sammy leaned forward so he could lower his voice a little, “digital spy cameras are very sophisticated these days. They’re HD with unbelievable resolution, and they’re capable of shooting in extreme low light conditions. Most of them come disguised in something, a clock, a smoke alarm, something like that. How many do you want?”
This was sounding pretty good, I was already concocting a story for replacing our alarm clock and putting a smoke detector in our bedroom. “Well, I want one for her car. She has a blue tooth and talks in the car a lot. I want, at least, one for the living room, and, at least three for our bedroom. I doubt if she would bring a guy into our bed, but if she did, I’d want as many different angles as I could get to make sure I see the guy’s face.”
“Okay, I’ll have the stuff for you this afternoon. I’ll get you a small video for her car so you can see and hear her talking to anyone. I’ll get you an alarm clock, a smoke detector, and a wrist watch that you can put on the dresser. They also have one that looks like a charging unit for something. You can pretend you’re charging a camera or a phone or something. That makes four for the bedroom, that should be plenty. There’s a nice desk clock you can put on top of the TV for the living room. That should do it. I’ll set them all up so they are sound activated so they don’t go on unless someone is in the room.”
“How much is all this going to cost me?” I asked.
“Not as much as it would if you bought from anyone else,” he said with a smile. True to his word, Sammy stopped by the studio later that afternoon with all the stuff. He explained how to use everything and I was set to try and find out what was bothering my wife. When I came home I didn’t try to hide anything. I had several boxes in my arms and told Judy that one of the appliance stores had a, one day, sale on a bunch of things so I got a new alarm clock for the bedroom, and a smoke detector as well since we didn’t have one in our bedroom. I also showed her the pretty clock for over the TV. Before coming into the house, I quietly had snuck into the garage and installed the small video camera under the dash of her SUV. You’d have to be looking for it and know just where it was to find it. She seemed to be her normal self again, but neither of us approached the other in bed.
The video camera in her car was wireless and I could monitor it from the computer in the studio office. It didn’t take long before my worst fears were realized. About 10 o’clock in the morning I heard a voice on my computer. I had an hour yet before any clients so I hurried into the office and sat down to watch. There was my lovely wife driving her car and talking on the phone, as usual. The conversation, however, was anything but usual.
“I just feel so damn guilty all the time. I should have broken it off with you the other day when I went to your office. I didn’t get a wink of sleep all night, the night before, thinking about what a fool I was. For the first time in our marriage I denied my husband sex. I couldn’t take the chance of him seeing how puffy I was from you. I had decided that was it for us, I went to your office to tell you we were through, then, of course, you had to seduce me one more time. I got fricken rug burns from that damn carpeting in your office. I know I didn’t resist, I don’t seem to be able to resist you. You’ve made me your love slave and I can’t seem to break free. Damn you!……….I’m going over to my girlfriends. I need someone to talk to…… No, I’m not coming over there this afternoon. I need to settle down, I can trust Bev I know she won’t say anything to anyone. I can cry on her shoulder and that’s what I’m going to do. What?…….Not today. Friday Gary has to leave town until Sunday. He has a shoot somewhere down state, you can come over then, but wait until I call you just incase something falls through and he doesn’t go. Okay, yeah, I can’t wait either. Bye.”
I just sat in front of my computer, my mind trying to absorb what I just heard. I kept telling myself over and over, it can’t be true, it just can’t. I knew I was about to break out bawling any minute so I called my client and told him I had a family emergency and couldn’t do the shoot this afternoon. I told him I would reschedule as soon as I could. As I closed my phone the tears came like a typhoon. I cried for the next three hours straight. I cried until there were no more tears to cry. After a while my sorrow started to turn to, “what next?” What will I do? A million different scenarios started running through my head. Should I pretend I don’t know, let her have her fling and hope she comes to her senses? Should I confront her? The more I thought the more angry I became. I knew I could not let her go on having an affair and pretend everything was alright. Hell, I’d lose all respect for myself and if she ever found out I knew and didn’t do anything about it, I’m sure she would lose respect for me as well. No, my marriage was over and I knew it. I started thinking about the consequences of a divorce, her folks, my folks, how devastated they’ll be when they hear the news, and Tammy. For a moment I tried to tell myself to keep the marriage together for her sake, but what kind of a household would it be? No, I didn’t want her raised in an atmosphere like that either. No, divorce was the only solution, it was clear to me now.
I got out a pen and some paper and started to divide the assets, but as I did that, I started to get more angry. Why should I give her half of my business, she’s the one having the affair, not me. Why should she keep the house? BULLSHIT! Now I was pissed. I wondered if I could hold it together long enough to find out who this ass hole is and get some evidence that I can use in court. With my concerns for her over the past few days, I had forgotten all about that shoot in Paris, Illinois. I have to cancel that, but I’m not going to tell her, I’ll let her think I’m going, Remembering what I heard on the computer, did she actually say he could come over, …..to our house….probably even in our bed!!!!! GOD! I can’t believe this is happening, and I found I still had some tears left.
I didn’t see any way possible to go home and face Judy. As time to start heading home approached, I called the house, by that time she was home, and told her I had a late shooting schedule and I was going to stay at the studio tonight. She sounded extremely concerned. I had never done that before. “Honey,” she said, “is everything alright?” Her voice was starting to break up, I could tell she had tears in her eyes, even over the phone.
“Of course, honey, it’s just that I’m already tired and I don’t want to take a chance at falling asleep at the wheel.” I was not good at lying, but I had no choice. As I hung up I could hear the concern and emotion in her voice. I was hoping I didn’t tip my hand. I really wanted to find out who this jackass, lover boy, was.
Again I didn’t sleep. At 8:00 am sharp I heard my wife’s voice on the computer again. It didn’t look like she slept any better than I did. She was using her cell phone from our living room. Those cameras are really paying off, I thought. I heard her say to the, unknown person on the other end, “I think we should call it quits.” It sounded more like panic in her voice now. “No, really, I think Gary suspects something……because he spent the night at the studio last night. He’s never done that before………never!……..He said he had a late shooting schedule and he was tired and didn’t want to take a chance at falling asleep at the wheel. Oh bull, Pete, we have never spent a night apart if he is in town. Listen, I have to go. Tammy will be down any minute and I have to get her off to school. No, I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to come over Friday……I don’t know, okay, I guess, but I think this is the last time, Pete. I mean it…….no, I really do. Yeah, I know I’ve said that before. Okay, I’ll call you Friday morning if the coast is clear. Yeah, me too. Bye.”
Okay, I now had a first name, Pete. Yeah, I said to myself, you take, mother fucker, Pete in our bed Friday and see what happens, bitch. I just realized, that was the first time since meeting her, that I referred to my wife in anyway, but in terms of endearment. I had to face the fact that our marriage was really over now, there was no going back.
This was Thursday, one more night before I find out who Pete is. Tomorrow morning I’ll pretend to leave town, but I’ll be Elazığ Escort Bayan parked down the block waiting for a glimpse of Pete. Tonight is going to be rough. I have to make everything seem normal or she’ll call it off for tomorrow for sure. I don’t know how I’m going to act like everything is okay. I had rehearsed and rehearsed for going home tonight. When I drove into the drive I took a deep breath, forced a smile on my face and said to myself, you can do this, Gary. It’s just one night.
When I walked through the door my wife was already approaching me with a very worried look on her face. She through her arms around my neck and kissed me passionately. She looked into my eyes as if she was studying them, trying to see some clue of suspicion. “What the hell was that all about, last night?” she asked.
“I told you, honey, I was tired and didn’t want to take a chance at the wheel.”
“Bull, that time of night you can make it in fifteen minutes. You would never spend a night away from me for a lousy fifteen minutes. Please honey, something is wrong, I know it, I can feel it. Please tell me what it is.” This was not going as I had planned. A rage was building inside me that I had never felt before, but I had to suppress it, I had to convince her nothing was wrong.
“Honey, honest, there is nothing wrong. I had a bad day and I was grumpy. Coupled with the long hours I felt I would be better if I spent the night there, that’s all.” I wondered if she thought that I was cheating. It would have been a logical conclusion, but she didn’t even seem to entertain the motion. She had her suspicions, but she could not know for sure if I knew anything about her and Pete. After my favorite for dinner, I played with Tammy for a while, then told Judy I was going up stairs to pack for tomorrow.
“Are you still going?” she asked. “You haven’t mentioned anything about it and was wondering if it had been cancelled.”
“No, no,” I said, “nothing has been cancelled. I’ll be in Paris, Illinois. I have to leave here around 6am. I still have to go into the studio. I have everything packed, but I have to throw it all in the SUV. I’ll be leaving from there about 8am and it’s about an eight hour drive so, by the time I get checked in at the motel down there, I’m guessing it’ll be a good, 4:30 or 5 o’clock before you hear from me, okay honey.”
“I’m going to miss you,” she sounded like she meant it. Oh well.
“I’m going to miss you too, honey. I’ll be back Sunday night and we’ll go out and celebrate, how’s that?” Her eyes lit up. I believe I eased her mind. She got all excited over the thought of going out for a night on the town. That night I thought I deserved a damn academy award for my perforce of a loving husband making love to his sweet wife. In the morning she got up with me and had a quick breakfast ready for me before I left. I’m going to miss this, I thought. I going to miss everything. I began to second guess myself again, but not for long though, as soon as I thought of some ass hole making love to my wife in my bed I knew this had to be done. I went into Tammy’s room and gently kissed her cheek. I looked at Judy who had the most wonderful smile on her face, “Take good care of the Z3,” I said, “don’t wrap it around any light poles while I’m gone.”
“I won’t, honey,” she said chuckling, “you be careful driving and call me as soon as you can.”
“I will, honey.” I could see I did a great job of acting. I was sure I squashed her suspicions of me knowing about her and Pete. I drove to the studio and set up in front of my computer. It was too early for her to call Pete before, but I’m guessing she’ll call him at his office again as soon as he gets in. That was 8am. I was hoping she would call from the living room since I was driving the car with the other, hidden, video camera. Sure enough, at 8 o’clock sharp I heard her on the phone from the living room. “Yeah, it’s me. He’s gone. He said he wouldn’t be able to call me until about 4:30, but Tammy will be home by three so you’ll have to be out of here by then…..no, no, I still have to take Tammy to school and I want to get dolled up for you, make it 10 o’clock……Well you’ll just have to wait.” I had a front row seat, I could see her smile a little as she said that. “No, I don’t know what that was all about, but I don’t think he suspects anything anymore. We had a great night of sex so you’re going to have to perform there, lover boy, if you want to compete.” Again she smiled. What a tramp, I thought. How could I have been married to her all these years and not realized it. I took a pair of binoculars from the self in my prop room and took off for home again. I parked down the street where I knew I would not be seen and waited. At 9:45 a blue Pontiac drove in our drive. The pussy hound couldn’t even wait for 10 o’clock. I got out the binocs and watched him get out of the car. He had his back to me as he walked up to the door and I really didn’t think I was going to get a good look at him until he rung the bell, then turned around to look out to the street. Pete Jeffers! I knew the son-of-a-bitch! He was an account executive for one of the smaller ad agencies down town. We had worked together on two shoots over the past few months. The bastard is married and has two kids of his own. I wondered if he was banging my wife while we worked together. I had to calm down or, I thought, I might have a stroke here. I wished I had my lap top, I never thought of that. I could watch what they say to each other in the living room. Oh well, it’s being recorded at the studio. I’ll watch it later. Just then I saw my wife open the door. She wasn’t kidding about getting dolled up. Gad, she was beautiful. She immediately put her arms around his neck in the same way she did me just last night. They held each other and kissed passionately. Then she pulled him by his tie and they walked into the house.
I didn’t know how long I should wait, every minute seemed like an eternity. I looked at my watch. It’s been an hour, that should be enough time, even if they sat and talked over a drink before, they should be in bed by now, I thought. I quietly walked around the back of the house and peeked in the window. There was nobody in the kitchen or the living room so I felt safe in assuming they were in my bed. I, very quietly, unlocked the back door and snuck in. I pulled the plug on the first video camera in the living room then tip toed up the stairs. As I neared the top of the landing I could hear my lovely wife screaming YES, YES, OH GOD, FUCK ME, HARDER, HARDER. I could hear the bed squeaking and a male voice grunting. I approached the door with out them seeing me until I was ready. In mid thrust I nonchalantly walked through the bedroom doorway. “Don’t let me bother you,” I said calmly, “I just have to pick up a few things.” A shrill scream filled the room as my wife saw me. I was sure the whole neighborhood heard it. Pete actually fell off the bed and onto the floor, head first, while trying to scramble out from my wife’s pussy. I walked over to the wrist watch I left on the dresser and stuck it in my pocket. Then I unplugged the alarm clock and the fake charging unit. With one good yank I dislodge the smoke detector. I now had all the evidence I needed. I looked at my wife who seemed to be in shock for the moment. I turned and walked out the room and down the stairs. Judy started screaming, WAIT, WAIT, OH GOD, PLEASE WAIT. DON’T LEAVE! She came running, her naked body smelling of sex.
“Gary, Gary, what are you going to do? Please, don’t go, let me explain, please, I love you.” She tried to put her arms around my neck, but I pushed her away.
“Don’t get that bastards cum on my clothes,” I said. “What am I going to do? Well divorce you, of course. What else can I do?” I never saw so much horror in a person’s face as when I mentioned the word, “divorce.”
“No, you can’t do that. Gary, this was just a physical thing, he means nothing to me, nothing at all, I love you, only you. What about Tammy, what would she do with out her father, please you have to listen to me, please.” I couldn’t take any more. I had to get out of there before I buckled under. I heard Pete asking me to stay as I turned toward the door. Judy was literally hanging on me and I had to push her off. I walked down the street to the SUV. Judy was actually on the porch, stark naked, yelling for me to please stop. I didn’t see anyone, but I was sure she gave more than one neighbor a hell-of-a show. I drove back to the studio to view the pictures and the video. I thought I could watch, but 5 minutes into it, I turned it back off. I had the evidence, I just wasn’t sure what I was going to do with yet. I sure didn’t want Tammy seeing her mother sucking ass hole’s dick. Well, I thought, I’ll see how she acts at the divorce. I can file for irreconcilable differences at first and see if she goes along with everything okay. If she makes trouble I’ll change it adultery and show the judge all my pics.
I didn’t know what to do with myself now. It was only 1pm. I’ll wait until Monday to file the papers. Was that a mistake, I wondered. Will I actually have the guts to go through with it. I have to. I could never look at her again as my loving wife. In my eyes now she’s nothing but a whore. Yes, come Monday morning Escort Elazığ and I’ll be at the Cook County courthouse to file for divorce proceedings. So, what do I do in the mean time. I got it, get drunk! Just then my cell phone rang. I looked, sure enough, it was her. I shut it off. A second later the phone in the studio started ringing. I walked over and unplugged it.
I also saw I had 25 e-mails in the last hour. I bet I know who they’re from, I thought. Yup. I turned my cell phone back on just long enough to call Sammy. He asked me if I found out if Judy was really cheating on me or not. I said I sure did. He said how sorry he was. I could hear real remorse in his voice. He was a true friend. What are you doing the rest of the day old pal of mine, I said. We met soon after that at a bar down the block and got pleasantly drunk as I told him my whole, sorted tail. It was 1am by the time I stumbled back to the studio. Saturday I panicked. I had forgotten to transfer funds from our bank account and was scared that she may have, already, wiped me out, but that was not the case. I transferred half of our personal funds into my business account. That gave me a little relief. I walked a little ways to a restaurant where I, sometimes, had breakfast. There was a cute, little waitress that worked there by the name of Vicki. I ordered breakfast then picked up a paper and started looking for apartments. The studio had a full, working kitchen, bathroom, and a small room with a bed so, I could just stay there for a little while. The day dragged on, but, eventually, I got through it. About 10pm, with nothing else to do, I decided to hit the sack. I didn’t get much sleep the night before, as you can imagine. I stripped down to my Jockey shorts and drifted off. Suddenly I woke up. I thought I heard a noise. I sat up and listened very closely. There it was again. Someone was in the studio. I got on my feet and approached the shooting room. There, in front of me, were five figures. I knew they were men by their size. I had no idea who they were, but I didn’t think they were up to any good. I kicked out at the first guy and caught him right in the knee. He hollered out in pain. “Gary, take it easy, nobody’s out to hurt you,” a voice said. It was pretty dark in there, but I recognized the voice right away. It was Pete! I swung as hard as I could and caught him on his ear. “Damn,” he said as he almost went down to the floor. With that I felt a sharp pain from a kidney punch one of them landed. Before I could react to that another blow landed in my stomach and I doubled over. Someone pulled my face up by my hair and another one of them punched me on the side of my eye. I was fighting to remain conscience when the lights went on and I heard the unmistakable voice of my, soon to be ex, wife.
“Stop!” she said, “You’re not supposed to hurt him. Damn it. Don’t touch him.”
“Tell him that,” I knew it was Pete’s voice. “He just about broke Jim’s knee and my ear is still ringing.”
I could feel her gentle touch on my eye. “I’m so sorry, honey, nobody wants to hurt you my dear. Please, just relax. I know you hate me now, but, in time you’ll forgive me, I know you will. You love me as much as I love you, you can’t just turn that off. Now just relax, please. These men are going to have sex with you. I’m going to take some pictures. I know I’m not the photographer you are, but, believe me, these will be good enough that you won’t want them shown around. So, as long as you come back to me, nothing will happen. Believe me, honey, this is the best for all of us. I could feel the guys trying to position me on my hands and knees. I got in one more shot to someone’s rib cage. “Mother fucker,” I heard him yell. Just then someone hit me in the back, hard and I went down.
I could hear Judy crying. “Please, please, Gary, please stop fighting.” With some trouble they finally had me in position. One guy stood in front of me and pulled out his dick.
“Okay now, you’re going to suck my cock while your wife takes some nice pictures and I don’t want any more trouble from you, hear me?” I still had some fight left in me.
“You stick that thing in my mouth, go ahead, I dare you. I’ll bite it right in half, mother fucker.”
“No you wont’, because if I feel any teeth on my cock I’ll knock out every one of your teeth.” I didn’t know who this was, all I knew is that it wasn’t Pete.
“That’s okay,” I said refusing to yield, “it’ll be worth it because I’ll swallow your fucking cock before you do it.”
“This guy’s nuts, Pete, no way I’m sticking my dick in this guy’s mouth.”
“Okay, okay,” now that was Pete’s voice, “just fuck him then, he can’t bite it off from back there.” With that I felt my ass being lubricated, then I felt the head of someone’s cock at my ass hole. With out any foreplay, he shoved it in. I could see the flash of my wife’s compact digital going off. The pain was intense, but I was not about to yell. I did, however, allow my face to show the pain from the intrusion. More and more the guy behind me forced his cock into me. Judy’s flash was going off from all directions. I was hoping the guy would ejaculate inside of me so, I actually started moving my hips a little, trying to get him to cum. Once of the guys saw me and said hey look, he’s getting into it. That brought a few laughs at my expense, but I didn’t care. These guys would soon regret this. Finally it was over. I guess my wife felt that she had enough pictures to blackmail me into coming back home and acting as if all was forgiven. I couldn’t believe, that in her twisted mind, she thought that would be possible after what just happened. All I could think of was that she had gone over the top some how after being caught. They handcuffed my hands behind my back before leaving. My wife gave Pete the camera for safe keeping and was staying behind, I guess to talk. She also had the key to the cuffs. Pete asked if she really thought it was a good idea for her to stay behind. The man is a lunatic, he said, are you sure you’ll be alright. Of course she said, she was confident I still loved her and would never hurt her.
“Oh honey,” she said as she touch my, now swelling eye again, “why did you have to fight so much. Don’t you know how much I love you?” I was pulling on the cuffs behind my back. I wanted deep marks left behind.
“If you love me you’ll take these cuffs off, they hurt,” I said.
She looked into my eyes, “Can I trust you? You won’t try to hurt me will you honey?”
“You know I could never physically hurt you.” She bent over me and removed the cuffs. She flinched a little as I quickly got up and went for my cell phone.
“What are you doing?” she asked, “it’s 3 o’clock in the morning, who are you calling at this hour?”
“The police of course.” There was that same look of horror I saw on her face the day before.
“The police, why?”
“Why, you were just complicit in a rape, that’s a felony. Did you really think,” just then the police answered the phone. “Yes, I’d like to report a rape……me. Yes, I don’t know everyone involved, but I know Pete Jeffers was one of them and my wife set it up. Pete Jeffers drives a blue Pontiac and has a camera with him in the car with evidence of the rape if you can get him before he gets home, he’s probably on the Kennedy by now…No, my wife is still here with me….yes, one of them ejaculated in me so I’ll need a rape kit. I also have several bruises and my eye is almost swollen shut from them punching me. Okay, I’m at Asher’s photographic studio….you know where that’s at…..okay, I’ll wait here. Thanks.” I looked at my wife as I hung up. She sat there in stunned silence. “As I see it, Judy, you can sit there and try to explain to the police that you had me raped by five guys because you love me so much, or you might want to take off and try to run. The choice is yours.” Just then I saw flashing lights at my front door. “Oops,” I said, “too late, they’re already here.”

Epilog;
The police arrested Judy for conspiracy to commit rape. They caught Pete with the camera in the car which also had the faces of the other rapists. They did a rape kit on me in the hospital and that was used to further charge the guy who stuck his cock in ass. He was charged with first degree rape and aggravated assault. He got five years in Joliet prison. Pete and Judy, along with the other guys, got shorter sentences and was able to serve their time in Cook County Jail.
Of course Pete’s marriage was over when they arrested him. His wife sued him for everything he had, liquidated everything and moved out of state with his two kids. I divorced Judy, of course, and, due to the rape conviction, I got everything, including Tammy. She doesn’t know everything that happened, but she knows her mother got sick and needed help. I got a great job offer from a former client who moved his business to California. He would supply me with studio space and I would do all his advertising photography. I could also do jobs on the side as long as it didn’t affect what I did for him.
Tammy is now twelve, has lots of great friends, and never asks about her mother anymore. Sammy still calls me from time to time from Chicago. He told me he thought he saw Judy in a bar, but she looks so bad he wasn’t positive it was really her. He said it looked like she was on drugs and probably hooking to feed her habit if it was her.
I sincerely hope it wasn’t her. With everything she did, I’ll always have a place in my heart for her. I guess it’s true, what they say, true love never dies.

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