It was supposed to be a great weekend. But then I was supposed to have the perfect wife! All I wanted was a chance to fish a little, drink some beer, and just relax. I had a good job, but it was very stressful. I had planned this little escape for a month and Nan had known about it from the beginning.
It all started on Friday night, just as I was getting all my gear together for my trip to the mountains. Nan came out to the garage and dropped her little bomb.
It had been a real rough year for my big sister Debra. In the March she had lost her job, then in June our father sadly passed away in his sleep. Then in September she split up from her husband of five years Colin. It had been a pretty rocky marriage at the best of times, I never took to him and always wondered what she saw in the waster. Still my feelings towards him paled in comparison to his family’s towards Debra – they hated her with a passion from the first!
All of the shit that Sean had ever been through was worth it just to be able to experience this moment of his life. Lisa Harrison had been a teacher in his school during his final year. He was head over heels in lust with her from the second he first saw her, but they didn’t get on. She had only been a little older than his eighteen years, but acted as if she had the right to tell him how to live his life.
She hadn’t approved of his extracurricular activities; dealing and getting
Hawaii was everything Anita had expected it would be! Beautiful white sands, the turquoise blue waters of Pearl Harbor, the beautiful lush Island with its enchanting music of Hawaiian guitars throbbing, their sounds filling the open air.
Only two weeks before, Anita had decided she would ‘treat’ herself to two weeks in Honolulu, Hawaii. Though money was short, she had sufficient funds to have a nice modest vacation for two weeks.
Besides, she had been promised a place to stay by one
Standing next to His car, He looked at the entrance of the school building where she worked. Waiting for her, He had as evil grin forming on His lips.
As she finished her last class, she yawned and stretched her muscles. Pushing her stuff into her book bag, she looked at her watch and walked down the hall toward her car. People were shouting their goodbyes for the long vacation ahead.
She reached her little sedan and didn’t even look up at the man, who was now sitting in his dark luxury car
Barbie Horton breathed out slowly and relaxed back in lounge seat, as the beautician at her feet began her pedicure. She took the opportunity to glance around the luxurious interior of the health spa; around the outside were private rooms for the sun-beds and massage benches. In the wide central area where she was reclining were a few pedicure chairs and wooden loungers arranged around the huge hot tub that dominated the room.
The clientele were exclusively wealthy and privileged, for this was
I am often in Prague on business and often stay over the weekend so I have seen most of the sex shows in town and tried several of the cosy massage parlours. On this particular day I was not looking for any whore but just strolling through town after a lunch with a former colleague. In Prague you are often approached by girls asking “Sexy” or “Want to fuck” directly in your face but when these two business looking girls approached I thought they would ask directions or
LeRoy was sitting on the porch, rocking and rubbing the head of that old hound dog of his, as Dinah walked up the stone path from the mailbox at the edge of the muddy road. She had walked slow up from the bus stop in the nearest town, at the mouth of a fold back into the Blue Ridge. The suitcase she was lugging, balanced on the other side by her guitar case, was heavy, but she wasn’t walking slow because of that weight. She was weighed down by something more serious than that.
It all started simply enough. We had met on a personals site. Each of us had placed an ad, and we eventually got into contact with each other. Though our background and situations were different, we each saw something in the other’s profile that piqued the curiosity. We made contact and began chatting.
Let me fill you in a little on the background. We’re both in our early 40’s. She’s divorced, and I’m married. My marriage is not a good one. We get along well enough
I was fortunate when I was younger, and as a result, I never had to worry about money. When my uncle died, he left me and my siblings a sizeable sum, but nothing that was suddenly life changing, for example compared to winning multi millions in a lottery.
I still have to work, but will never have to worry about money, either, as long I am sensible. I never brag that I have it. Sure, I have some nice clothes, and a new car every 3-4 years, but I’ve still developed a career in sales, a
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