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This is a sequel to Protected by Lentz Trucking and the other stories about Holly Sykes. This is taking place in the summer of 1976. The narrator is twenty-one and Holly is thirty-seven and divorced. They met when she was a passenger in the car / limo service he was
I was working late at the office when the phone rang. It was Lynn, an ex-employee of mine. She had been outside on her cell phone, had seen the light on, and wanted to ask me a question. I said that would be fine without even a thought of what
It is the morning after the Saturday wine tasting. Carol and I made love the evening before. She was still sleeping but I was restless. I was up early despite the cold front that moved through overnight I made my half-hour walk around my neighborhood. I had coded lock on
Tired, Scott leaned back into the soft cushions of the deck chair. It had been a long day, hustling with orders and customers at a small, upscale restaurant in town. The orders had come fast and furious, and the customers were certainly not helping things out, asking every two minutes
The morning after the threesome I was awoken by the sound of the shower in the bathroom. I wondered if it was Sean, Sara, or both of them. A minute or so after the water shut off, Sean stuck his head in my room and said, “You taking a shower
Chapter 2: What The Doctor Ordered I lay on my bed in the cool light of the rising sun, absent-mindedly playing with my dick. I started at the base, hands completely inadequate for the task of encircling its insane thickness. Then I slowly ran my hand up the length of
You remember the other day; I was sitting in the lazy boy chair reading a newspaper. I heard you turn on the bath, but I didn’t think anything of it. Then you came over, called my name softly, and as you got my attention I could see a naught glint
Chapter One – American Cousin Sitting there at the kitchen table in the fading afternoon light, she found that the pain was still there as she re-read the tattered, edge-worn note written in that familiar feminine hand-writing: “Oh Gerald, I know I shouldn’t write this but I really want you
I was at a neigbhours’ fancy dress party – gangsters and mols. Enjoying myself chatting, admiring other people’s costumes and generally having a good time. As I was talking to a buxom blonde in long red sequin dress a hand tapped me on my shoulder. “Hey Dave, are you still
It was an incredible weekend… an astounding two days. An ad in the paper at the Waffle House about a room for rent had peaked my interest, I don’t know why. The woman on the phone (Claire Moore) had an incredibly sexy voice that compelled me to meet her. And