I had come home for Christmas break during my second year of college and decided to get together with a longtime buddy, a guy I’d known since I was ten. He’d elected to go to a local college and was still living at home so we decided to meet up at his place, about five blocks from where I grew up.
On the walk over, via a route I’d taken hundreds of times before, I was visited by a series of mental images that first took shape during my post-puberty years. That time when I
I have known Kristen for approximately four and half years and Diane for a year. The three of us work in a local office of Verizon communications. I am their immediate supervisor and responsible for their training when they first arrived there. They both started working at Verizon straight out of High School. Kristen is a brunette and twenty-one. Diane is blonde and the youngest at nineteen.
I am 39 years old and quite their senior. We have gotten to know each other well and my being young at
It was payday going into a rare weekend off for me, so I hit the town to have a good time. I work long, hard hours in the oilfield, and when I get every third weekend off, I am usually ready to blow off steam. The crew I work with are a bunch of great guys that love to party on the weekends and days off together, but I choose to spend my time off away from my coworkers.
I usually drive 80 miles to the next decent sized town to get away, so meeting new people depends on what the crowds are like.
Chapter 1
It seemed like the thousandth time that I’d taken that trip to San Jose, but this time it was different. I was going for good this time.
After years of talking to people out there, it seemed that just moving out was the smart thing for my career. It’d certainly make a difference in my wallet.
My flight had been canceled the night before, so I was on an early flight to San Francisco out of Atlanta. I’d been shoehorned into the center of the second to last row.
Her name was Allegra. She was a dancer and the most beautiful nineteen year old you could ever imagine. Sleek as a cat, her rich, strawberry blonde hair piled up in a bun revealing her long, graceful neck, she smiled the most radiant of smiles, her big green eyes sparkling with curiosity and excitement. And that face! Perfection! Her body, befitting a dancer’s, was slender and lithe but firm and agile, petite and feminine, more girlish than womanly.
And I’d never felt or seen
What made her pause in front of the lipstick in the first place? LIDL was not famous for its make-up but for cut-price Continental brands that her children usually refused to eat. Although she always wore lipstick, she favoured a soft pink that enhanced her natural lip colour, not this flamboyant scarlet. You never did know what you’d find in LIDL from week to week. It was part of the fun.
One week it was baby buggies and plastic sunbeds, the next week cheapo computers and shooting-sticks
You look out the window as the plane takes off, leaving home and your fiance behind. In a few hours you’ll be where I am, at the conference on the west coast. You first really big conference. Your first time giving a panel paper before such an influential crowd. And your first weekend away with me.
Of course, there will be the panels, the networking, the papers, the debate, but that’s not what’s on your mind the most as the plane gains altitude and the pilot goes through the
I had begged and begged Margarite for the anniversary present I wanted most, and finally she agreed. She’d know I had a fetish for watching women puke, but she had never agreed to do it herself. But finally after weeks of begging, she decided it might be interesting to see what it was like.
She had watched some of my videos- all
The next morning after our encounter with my Mum, I rang her from the office. “Oh hallo Diana dear.” She said when she heard my voice.
“Hi Mum.” I said, “I’m ringing from the office.” I let that information sink in so that she would know that I’d have to be careful what I said to her. “I’m ringing to see how you are this morning.”
“I’m fine dear.” She said, “In fact I’m more than fine I’m
Three PM at the coffee shop last week, I saw someone I had not seen for nine years. Monet was a woman I had hired years ago to work in the shop I ran at the time. I was not the owner, but managed a gift shop on Sutter Street at Stockton in San Francisco. She and I ran the shop nights and weekends, and she was always nice to be around. At the time, we were both in our twenties, and things were good. No cares, lots of free time, and we both got to sleep late every morning.
Except Saturday and
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