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Dragons Breath Ch. 04

LEGALESE: Don't read this if you are underage, if it is illegal in your area, if it is offensive to you, or if you cannot distinguish fiction from reality. This is a work of fiction.

All sexually active characters are above the age of consent on their planet of origin.

Many thanks go to RF-Fast for editing and polishing. Any bad grammar left is wholly on me and my artistic style... and a strong reliance on spell check.

Copyright (c) 2017 by Acup


A word of warning, I write good stories, I hope, with some decent sex in them. If you're looking for a stroker look somewhere else.

The disclaimers have been moved to the end of the story for my ADD readers.

ENJOY!

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Monday - Pick on Taylor day.

It didn't start out that way. No, it started out with Cathleen crawling back into bed like a cat, grinning and with her ass in the air. Pulling the sheet aside and cradling my cock to life. Firming up quickly as she sucked me in, backing off to lick me like an ice cream cone.

I took her hand and pulled her up to lay on me, hard nipples in my chest and HOT mound against my hard cock. "You were a little wild last night," I said after breaking another tongue battling kiss.

Cathleen blushed, "Mmmmm, the way you looked at me teats in me harness... I jus' couldn' 'elp it." She slid forward a little and snaked a hand down between us to position my cock between her wet lips.

I reached back and gripped her ass as she slid down on me. I was grinning at both the exquisite feeling of being encased in her and her accent coming out when she was relaxed. "So you enjoy someone looking at you in your harness?"

Cathleen sighed and arched up, letting me see her hard nipples she had been grinding into my chest and pushing herself down to fully seat my cock in her pussy. "Never been seen like tha' before..." I could feel her pussy flutter around my cock.

"Never?" as I brought my hands up under her tits to cradle them.

Cathleen let her weight come forward on my hands forcing her chest up a bit and my fingers to push up on her nipples a little. "Naught while shaggin'" she said, rolling her hips and clamping down on me. "Yolanda and 'er friend be the only others that 'ave seen me like that, an' then only with me little bits and pieces."

"Nobody else?" I asked as I slid one hand down between us, bringing the back of my finger up against her clit and started working it over with my knuckle.

Cathleen tensed up, then her eyes flew open. "AH SHHIIIITTTTEEEE..." she screamed as she came around me, humping her clit against my finger in short, powerful, urgent strokes. Lengthening to reactive spasms as her orgasm subsided.

Cathleen collapsed on my chest, my hard cock still deep in her pussy. I grabbed her hips and began slowly fucking her from underneath. Enjoying tight wet pussy in the morning is absolutely the best way to start a day. Little gasps from her as I bottomed out. Shifting and stroking in and out of her at various angles enjoying the feeling of her rings against my cock.

I found a good angle, continuing to lightly stroking the ring under her clit on the top of my cock. It felt wonderful to me, and it got a soft moan from Cathleen. I began picking up my pace getting close when I was strangled. Cathleen wrapped her arms around my neck and was screaming into my ear.

I just grabbed her ass and pumped hard and deep, filling that lovely pussy with a hot babe clamping her body to mine...

I could feel something dribbling down my balls, and even with knowing the mess it was going to make, I grinned at Cathleen still on my chest. "Definitely going to have to buy more sheets."

Cathleen giggled then laughed rolling off me, grabbing a t-shirt to stuff between her legs. "Definitely!"

Cathleen rolled out of bed and slipped a little pair of panties on and one of my shirts as I watched her as I leaned up on one elbow.

"I'm going to run over and grab some clean things for today. Should I grab a few extras... just in case?"

"Yeah..." I smiled, "Yeah, I kinda like that idea."

She grinned and dashed out the door, coming back a few minutes later with her dresses and another bundle under her arm. Two outfits were hung in the closet, and a bundle of 'other things' was rolled up in a t-shirt and put in the corner of the bed.

Cathleen was going to make breakfast, but we were a little short on supplies, and I really had to twist her arm to get her to let me take her out to breakfast. She snickered and pointed a finger at me when we went to Waffle House on the edge of my mall's parking lot.

I got quite the picking on at Waffle house, Jeanie and Clarissa, the manager and her assistant, wanting to know all about my new girlfriend. Seems Mike and Carlos have been spreading stories. They got the basics with lots of grins between the girls. I better not let them get together unsupervised...

We got in the mall a little after opening and set up shop in the center court. I was starting another Tinkerbelle with shoulder length curly hair when I felt a hand on my shoulder, "Hi honey." I was startled to see mom there. "Can I sit or am I interrupting?"

"Please join us," Cathleen said pulling me over closer to her. The fact that she left her hand curled around my bicep did not go unnoticed by mom. They looked back and forth at each other a moment in silence.

"Oh yeah. Cathleen, this is my mom. Mom, this is Cathleen, my friend from the festival."

There were finger tips digging into my bicep and mom smiling when I said 'friend'.

Mom smiled, "Nice to meet you Cathleen."

"Likewise, I'm sure."

I should have stayed to referee, but a lady was looking at a couple of my sketches. I talked with her a bit, and sold one. Cathleen took my arm again as I sat down, snuggling in nice and close.

"Cathleen was telling me she rescued a drowning rat the first time you two met."

God I hope she didn't say anything about the drawing she saw also.

"Mmmm, scourin' around in the rain from one awning to another trying to stay dry and not succeeding. And that gawd awful kilt, where did he ever get something like that?"

I tried to stop mom, but she just grinned. "It was an old flannel sheet from a thrift store."

Mom was about to go off into some probably extremely embarrassing story from my childhood when I was saved, or rather reinforcements arrived. Cris and Rene and rug rats.

"Hey Taylor, Mrs. O'Malley." She turned back to me eyeing Cathleen on my arm. "What you been up to, haven't... seen you... in a while." Saying most of that looking at Cathleen.

I groaned inwardly, this was deteriorating FAST. "Rene, Cris, this is Cathleen, she has the shop next to me out at the festival. The one with all the pottery and stuff."

"Ah yes..." Cris responded looking Cathleen up and down.

"Mom, Cathleen, this is Rene and Cris, along with Victor and Cassandra," pointing to the stroller and the carrier. "Cassandra," pointing to the carrier, "is the one you both assumed was my daughter."

That started a snort from somebody, then giggles, then laughs, and all of them directed at me.

"Well then Daddy," Cris said as she pulled Cassandra from her carrier, "You get nominated to baby sit while we do some shopping." As she plopped Cassandra in my lap.

Cathleen giggled as they left, mom wasn't that nice, she just plain laughed. I tried to hand her off to mom.

"Oh no, this will be good practice for you." mom said chuckling as she walked away.

Abandoned by my own mother in my time of need!

Cathleen snickered and grinned at me as she took Cassandra from my outstretched arms. "Oh, what a louvely wee lassie," cradling Cassandra and making baby noises at her.

Carlos came by to say goodbye, he was transferring out tomorrow, and raised an eyebrow at Cathleen and baby beside me. I just shrugged and grinned. It wasn't a bad thought after all. She looked absolutely radiant holding Cassandra.

It was almost lunch time when Marcia came strolling by giving us the eye. "Why Mr. O'Malley, I didn't realize you were a family man." She looked at me like she had found a new weapon to use against me.

"There's a lot you don't know about me."

"Not for long," I heard her say as she was walking away.

Why do some people get off on being assholes? I mean, was their childhood THAT bad? The need to 'get even' that strong?

And then I went from the parking garage to the penthouse. Turning to see Cathleen holding Cassandra, the little smile on her face as she gave the baby her bottle. A different smile as she looked up at me.

Cathleen tried to hand her back to me as I sat down, "No, she seems to be doing just fine where she is."

She laughed, "They're not contagious Taylor. You can't get one by touching her." She slid her hand across my thigh and lightly brushed my cock, "No, the way to get one is a whole lot more fun."

I was probably bug eyed from Cathleen's grin, what I could see of it as I was coughing and hacking. I had just about recovered from that and another bomb was let off, LITERALLY!

"Ohhh, Cassandra have a stinky!" Cathleen said in her 'talk to baby' voice.

STINKY HELL! That was a death bomb! What the hell has Cris been feeing that kid?

Cathleen looked at me grinning, "Is it time for Daddy to change a nappy?"

I was looking back and forth between Cathleen and Cassandra, "A WHAT!?"

"Her nappy," I still didn't get it. "Her... her diaper."

LIKE HELL! You'd need a bio-hazard suit and a containment room for something that smells that bad!

Luckily Cris came back, the girls were having fun at my expense while I was trying not to loose what little I had in my stomach. Cathleen pulled me to her as Cris and Rene went to find a bathroom, leaving an odor trail on the way...

"So ye never changed a nappy eh?"

"NO!" making Cathleen giggle at my quick response "What the hell has she been feeding that kid anyway?"

Cathleen rolled her eyes, "Big strong he man and he runs from a dirty nappy. Tisn't to bad. Tis worse when it's cows' milk instead of her mothers."

"It gets worse?" I'm never having kids!

Cathleen turned her butt to me and began picking up the drawings laid out. "Come on tough man, take me to lunch before you have to go to work." We gathered up my stuff and went to Chili's this time.

We were waiting on our food, "So who was she?"

"She?"

"The brunette in the work out clothes."

"I didn't notice."

"Brunette, black stretchy workout clothes, nice figure. She made several passes keeping an eye on you."

"Hmm, the only one I can think of would be Donna. She was the manager at the athletic club, but she got transferred a while back."

"So you and her..."

"For a little while, a while back."

"Mmmm," was all she said as our food came. I couldn't tell if she was satisfied or if it was merely tabled for now.

We chatted a bit more about her festival schedule. She seemed a bit reluctant, but hey, it's the real world. After this one, she had two different two weekend festivals, a craft show, and then another festival that was five weekends after a few weeks break. Beyond that she'd have to check her planner.

"What about you Taylor, what are you going to do if things go to shiite around here?"

"Not sure. I could try for a transfer, but if I let it get too bad then there will be some black marks in my folder. I mean I'm banking a fair amount with almost no expenses, but that won't last forever."

"Have you ever thought about getting on the festival circuit?"

I paused a moment, "Not really, not seriously any way. I mean you said you were registered two years out at some of them. Would be kinda hard to get in and keep myself fed in the short term."

"What if," she said slowly. "What if we shared a spot? You could help me, and set up in a corner and do your sketching if they won't let you have a spot by yourself."

I looked at her, and just looked. She was suggesting... "I hadn't really thought that far ahead. Would they really let you do that?"

I got a little smile, "Well I know of a few couples on the circuit."

I smiled back, "Couples huh?"

"As opposed to friends."

I just shrugged, "I didn't want to assume... or give mom any more ammunition."

She grinned and pointed her spoon at me.

"Yes I'll consider it," and snagged a bit of her ice cream. She gasped and pulled it close to her chest for a moment, then smiled and pushed it back out to share. I did take a few tastes, but just little slivers.

We went back to the RV, me to get dressed for work, Cathleen to get ready for more shopping. First off were the essentials, a toaster, frozen pizza's, ICE CREAM. Then there was the rest of the groceries and a few extra sheets and towels.

While she was shopping, I was walking and thinking. Now that she said it, I did enjoy being out at the festival more than here. And I would hope she would be willing to continue our relationship. I might even have to learn some Irish to find out what she says when she's cumming!

By supper break at five thirty I had convinced myself to take a serious look at the possibility.

And so the next few weeks went. All ups and downs to the extreme.

UP -

Coming into the RV into a 'mess', the mess being some of Cathleen's panties and bras laying out across the top of the fridge, and a large case sitting on the little table.

Cathleen coming in shortly and grabbing her 'unmentionables' and tossing them into the corner of the bed.

"Ah, I see you noticed me jewelry case."

"Oh!" her jewelry case was more like a decent sized tool box if it had been metal instead of a nicely cloth covered case. Two drawers on the bottom, and the upper half and top lifted up to show the top compartment.

She pulled open the bottom, then upper drawer. "A few bits and pieces, bars and such," revealing drawers with little compartments holding sets of bars and rings. Gold, silver, and various plastic ones in different colors. Some of the bars having different colored end balls as well.

"But these be the ones you're probably most interested in seein'." Lifting a decent sized square box from the top compartment.

She opened the box and pulled out a large piece of jewelry. A pair of decent sized bands in the center with some heavy 'spider web' bits coming out from it. "Would you like to see how it looks on me?" she said grinning and running her finger tip across the point of her padded bra.

Thought process was being transferred to little brain, "Uh huh." Was all I could manage to get out, while nodding like a fool.

Cathleen teased me tugging her blouse out of her skirt, and continued with the way she dropped her bra. Letting the straps fall from her shoulder before reaching back to release the catch behind her. Holding the cups as she watched me staring at her almost bare chest.

Cathleen stood there grinning at me with her shoulders back just a little and a slight twist side to side probably watching my eyes track her bare chest.

"Do you have any idea how sexy that looks standing there topless like that?"

Cathleen gasped and brought her hands up to cover her tits.

I reached for her hands, and she reluctantly gave them to me. I used them to pull her to me, closing my eyes and enjoying her firm nipple as my lips closed around it. Cathleen sighed, bringing her arms around behind my head for a bit.

As I went to switch nipples she pushed me back. She grabbed what she had just showed me and a short piece of embroidery string. She made a loop around her nipple and a quick wrap around one end of the bar currently in nipple.

She slipped the end through the center of her jewelry and literally pulled her nipple and one end of the bar through the center. Grabbing the ball end with her finger tips and finished pulling it through, her nipple hardening making it all the more difficult.

My eyes were glued to her chest. Her bare chest on an otherwise clothed body was magnificent, but the other tit being 'presented' by that spider web was mesmerizing.

I slowly reached up to touch her skin through the webbing, hearing her gasp as I touched it, her nipple standing up HARD as I ran my finger lightly over the tip. "I would love to draw you with them on sometime..." I sighed.

"With me skirt on?!" she said surprised.

"Mmmmm, yes. That is sooo hot like that."

Cathleen snickered at me as she popped the bar back through the jewelry and massaged her nipples a little grinning at me. She grabbed a slightly smaller box and revealed a set of C shaped wide flat bands, the center looked to be a slightly smaller diameter than her nipple. Lifting her nipple by the bar and popping it up under with a little gasp.

A lucky horse shoe had never been filled with anything more erotic. Cathleen stepped close, but held my hands away as she stepped to within inches to show me the jewelry. The pucker of her skin behind the C showing how snug it was.

She backed away as I tried to get her nipple between my teeth. I breathed deep as she took it off. The aroma of her juicy pussy escaping her skirt sealing all control to little brain.

"Now these I think you might really enjoy." She lifted a tall square box from the top compartment, opening it and lifting out something wrapped in tissue paper. She unwrapped it, and 'it' turned out to be a pair of jeweled cones.

"They're beautiful..."

She picked one up, "Well the jewels aren't real, but they are nice."

I looked closer at them, and unlike her cage bra, there was no 'slot' or opening to bring her nipple bars up through. "So how do you..."

"Like the first one, with a string."

"Oh... that's a lot further than..."

"Yeah, would you like to see them? On I mean."

"Definitely," I said rather quickly making her giggle.

She put the string around her nipple and then the end of the bar again, leaning over to dangle it through the center of the cone. The groan and grin on her face, eyes closed, made me want to bend her over further and fuck her into next week.

Groans and gasps and sighs and other assorted noises as she put them on. I was about ready to pop. She finally stood still, her face flushed and breathing hard. Looking at me as she turned a bit side to side.

The effect was amazing. Her cage bra lifted her entire tit, this little cone was pulling almost exclusively on her nipple, the base of the cone just slightly smaller diameter than a fifty cent piece but standing about an inch tall.

I couldn't help it. Cave man took over. I lifted Cathleen and flipped her on the bed. Reaching under her skirt and almost ripping her panties off in the process. I unbuckled my pants and let them drop around my ankles, not caring I still had my shoes on.

Cathleen screeched with a grin as I fell over on top of her and drove home in her soaking wet pussy. Feeling her clamp down on me as I drove in. Both of us roaring in orgasm in just a few strokes.

Over filling her pussy as she was adding her own juices to our animal frenzy until I collapsed on her still trying to give her more and more and...

I came to still laying on Cathleen, and she was crying...

I rolled off her and held her trying to calm her, "What's wrong? What happened?"

Cathleen shook her head and clutched me tight still crying softly.

I let her cry a bit more, trying to figure out what I did to hurt her. "I didn't mean to hurt you..." I whispered softly kissing her temple.

Cathleen looked up at me smiling but still tearful. "Twasn't ye," she cupped my jaw and then kissed me lightly. "They be 'appy tears."

"Oh," I just held her tight as she settled down.

Once Cathleen had settled down, she rolled to her back smiling at me. I smiled at her and kissed her, reaching over and lightly stroking the under side of her little mounds below the cones on her nipples. "Are you okay?" I asked looking her in the eye.

She smiled and looked at me and nodded.
I ran my finger on her wet cheek, "Really?"

She nodded.

"Then what's wrong?"

"Nothing, everthin' is perfect."

"Perfect?"

Cathleen put her hand on mine and brought it up to cup her jewel surrounded nipple. "I've worn my pretties, but kept them to me self. I didn't think anyone would... that anyone would like them like I did."

Ah! The light goes on. I just smiled and leaned over to take her nipple, her jeweled cone, and as much of her tit into my mouth as I could, reaching over to cup the one I wasn't nibbling on.

Cathleen just exhaled slowly and put her hand behind my head and slowly ran her fingers through my hair. Her other hand lightly tracing mine playing with her other nipple.

I pulled back and lightly kissed her exposed nipple standing proud through the jeweled cone then looked her in the face. "Could we stay in tonight, just lounge around and watch movies. Eat popcorn and ice cream?"

Cathleen sighed and grinned, "Aye."

I began tracing circles around her tits in a figure eight, "And would you mind staying like this?"

"Like what?"

"Leave you skirt on and your top off... so I can touch and play..."

"And?" running her finger just above mine still playing with the underside of her tit to stroke the cone holding her nipple up and out.

"Oh definitely leave them on. If you don't mind that is?"

She bit the edge of her lip, "How about we take our showers and then have a nice evenin' in? I'll put them back on after me shower."

"Mmmmm, makes me wish we had a shower big enough for two."

"Mmm, me too." Cathleen slipped from the bed, kicking her shoes off as she did. She dropped her skirt and then looked down snickering and pointing a finger at me. "Right randy little bugger aren't ye!"

I just shrugged. I had ripped one leg of her panties, they were still around the other thigh. She slipped them off, then made a show of removing her jewelry, accompanied by the little gasps as she removed the cones. The little red pressure ring just outside her areola looking all the more erotic.

She took her shower, and I followed with mine as quickly as possible, ignoring the cooling water.

I came out, somehow expecting Cathleen to be dressed and waiting. Instead I found her just as naked as she was getting out of the shower, having focused her time mostly on drying her hair.

I was going to reach for my clothes when she stopped me. Cathleen picked up my boxers and kneeled to hold them for me to step through. Cathleen then picked up my shirt and held it for me to slip on, going behind me and reaching around under my arms to button it, while looking at me in the mirror over my shoulder.

Next she held my pants up, taking pure pleasure rubbing her hands across my hard cock once she had them zipped and snapped.

And then I was treated to the most wonderful show most men never really see. A beautiful woman getting ready for a night in.

First and foremost was her nipple jewelry. It was just as hot watching her put it on the second time, and twice as nerve racking knowing what was coming. The vision of watching her pull her nipple through the center and then lift the other side to pull it out proud almost calling my lips to it.

Only once she had them in place did she begin her preparations. Sliding her stockings on with the maximum of fanfare, followed by holding up her torn panties and shaking her head frowning. Jiggling and moving a bit as she hitched her skirt up.

Watching her topless as she did her hair and the minimal bit of make up. A light necklace settling in just above her cleavage to draw your eye to it, and she was the perfect picture of an elegant topless woman.

Cathleen turned to me with a questioning look on her face. I just smiled my approval and stepped to her, taking her in my arms and kissing her long and soft. Running my hands up and down her bare back, then letting one come forward to cup her tit, lightly playing with the exposed nipple tip.

"You look absolutely magnificent," giving her one last peck.

"Hamburgers and crisps?"

I released her and cupped her jaw, "Any meal with such a beauty is a gourmet meal."

So my topless cook made supper, grinning at catching me ogling her chest. Catching her breath when I went behind her and ran my hand across her rib cage just under her tits. And of course there is the delicious pucker of her exposed nipple when she was eating her ice cream.

And ending the evening kicked back in bed. Watching a movie with my arm draped over her shoulder, and nothing in the way of my reaching down and caressing her tit, giving the tip of her nipple a little flick every so often.

Or the highlight of the evening, taking one end of the bar through her nipple and lifting it and pressing it down inside her jewelry to release it. Lightly kissing the little red circle around her areola before being attacked by my leprechaun.

Unzipping my fly and pulling me out just before she bent over and flipped her skirt up over her back, her thighs and stocking tops glistening with her juices as she invited me in.

GOD SHE KNOWS HOW TO BRING OUT THE CAVE MAN IN ME!

After ogling and caressing a topless woman all night I just detonated in her screaming body. Filling her to overflowing, our mixed juices coming right back out on our last thrusts all over my slacks and the sheets.

We laid there panting, managing to pull off what little clothes we had on and push them and the wet sheets to one side. Barely able to pull the blanket over us before we both drifted off to sleep.

The ups and downs of shifting between the mall and the festival.

Down -

Sitting in the center court, just having finished a few kids drawings when Marcia walks up with a little grin. I barely got my recorder turned on before she got close.

"Mr. O'Malley, I have some bad news."

"Oh."

"Yes, there are some policy changes in process about employees freelancing on property."

"Hmm, that's news to me. Who's implementing this."

"I'm not at liberty to say."

"Well, I think I know who to ask." I pulled out my cell phone and hit the speed dial and put it on speaker. Marcia had lost some of her smile.

"Northstar Properties, how may I direct your call?"

"Hey Francesca, Taylor O'Malley, is Connie in?" Marcia's face dropped as I looked at her.

"Hey Taylor, good to hear from you. She just got back from a meeting, I'll put you through."

Marcia was beginning to simmer.

"Human resources, Constance speaking."

"Hey Connie, Taylor O'Malley.

"Hey Taylor, how's it going? You still working out at the Renaissance Festival breaking all the hearts?"

"More like they're all breaking mine. How are you and the girls doing?"

Marcia was now on low boil.

"Oh they are getting bigger and bigger. Sometimes I think they will out grow me. They can't wait for you to draw their Halloween costumes again this year."

"Well you'll have to come out to the festival if you wait until the last weekend like last year."

"No, we'll get to the mall in plenty of time this year."

"Well that's partially why I was calling," looking directly at Marcia who looked like she wanted to kill me. "I've been hearing some rumors that some policy changes are in the works that would stop me from doing my sketching in the mall."

Connie chuckled, "HA! Fat chance of that. One of Sebastian's big bragging points is having a sketch artist on our security staff and working undercover during the day."

Marcia looked like a beet.

"So I have nothing to worry about?"

"Not a thing, who ever is feeding you that line is pulling your leg."

"Okay, see you and the girls in the next few weeks."

"Take care Taylor," and she hung up.

I hit the button on my phone and slipped it in my pocket never looking away from Marcia, "So who exactly is implementing this policy and when can I see it in writing?"

She made a strangled noise and huffed off.

"And there she goes without answering me," I said for the benefit of my recorder before shutting it off.

Maybe that could be considered an Up after all.

Up -

Just being around Cathleen at the festival grounds, getting to know some of the other participants. Bumming around just doing things together when I wasn't sketching, even getting her to wear a not so padded bra that let a hint of nipple lump show even if it didn't make her tits look quite as big.

And of course sitting back in the evening watching TV or a movie with her topless in my arms, other times with both of us naked and fondling each other. We rarely finished a show on those nights.

Down -

Got a text from Mike, WATCH YOURSELF. WE GOT OFFICIAL NOTICE TO TOW ANY ABANDONED VEHICLES, INCLUDING RV'S. IF IT'S NOT BEEN MOVED OR HAD ANYONE AROUND IT FOR MORE THAN TWO HOURS CALL FOR A TOW.

Up -

BTW, SHE GOT HER SUV TOWED FROM THE TUNNEL. ONE OF VERN'S NEW DRIVERS MESSED UP THE PAPER WORK. THEY'RE HAVING TO MANUALLY WALK THE LOTS TO FIND IT! ROTF LMAO.

So I had a conversation with the manager up at the Waffle House. I told her I had a suspicion someone was hanging around my RV while I was on the clock and would she mind if I parked it on her side of the median within view of her new high definition surveillance cameras?

All it cost me was a nice drawing of her and her fiancé. VERY cheap insurance.

And just to cover my ass, I told Vern about the problems we had been having with the 'new boss' and to cover his ass with a pocket recorder.

He just chuckled, all his phone calls to the office are recorded, and he runs front and back dash cams with body mics in his trucks to cut his insurance rates.

Up -

Sitting back with a topless Cathleen. Her watching a movie, me watching her eating popcorn and caressing the soft underside of her tit.

"So how serious were you about me getting on the festival circuit?"

Cathleen was suddenly sitting astride my thighs pointing the remote over her shoulder to pause the movie. "Very." She looked me in the eyes a moment, then continued. "Did something 'appen you 'aven't told me about?"

"No, just all the bull from that Bitch is beginning to sink in." I took a breath to gather my thoughts. "I draw because I like to. I lived in my truck because I wanted to. I USED to like going to work. But all this covering my ass and looking over my shoulder is starting to get to me."

"Well I won't say it's an easy life all sunshine and roses. You remember when I said I had enough set back to make the trip home next spring?"

"Uh huh."

"Well I had it saved two years back, when me old truck went to 'ell and I had to use that to buy the one I 'ave now."

"Oh."

"And there 'ave been slim times, where I had to choose between puttin' petro in the truck and eatin'. I've taken to keepin' a few packs of noodles an' cans o' soup on hand just in case."

"Are you trying to talk me out of it?"

"No, I just don't want ye to walk into it blind. Having said that, tis much easier with two incomes. And ye can do your sketching almost anywhere if you 'ave to, not just at the festivals. It'd be making the goin' a whole lot easier."

I got a soft kiss before she continued with a grin, I just grinned at the topless woman in front of me with her accent coming out. "On a personal side, we work well together. I like bein' with you and would like to see if we can make it work. The thought o' going back to camping out with me truck is naught the best, but I could do it if I had to."

"And then there is the ice cream," I said pulling her to me for another soft kiss.

"Damn Yank," I heard her sigh as she pulled me over on top of her. "Yes there is the ice cream. But it's not just that."

We cuddled and kissed a bit stripping each other before sitting back up and cuddling some more. But just when I expected her to start the movie back up, she shut the TV off.

"I've been thinking about what you said about Monty."

"Who?"

Cathleen giggled, "Me husband, the one that couldn't get it up."

"Oh him, you never said his name."

"Well I was thinking about what ye said about 'im bluffing. What if I call 'is bluff?"

"How so?"

"Well what if we write a letter back to 'im, saying how I'm disappointed in 'im filing, but tis a relief it wasn't my fault he couldn't get it up. Ask if it should be a divorce or an annulment or somethin' and send a copy of the letter to his family attorney and his sister."

"Hmmm, it would be interesting, but you'd need some kind of cover to protect you from deportation. I mean you'd have to get a work visa or get married again or something."

"Well if ye went on the circuit I could get one to work with you."

"Even though it would really be the other way around."

"We could trade off being on top!" she said with a giggle.

"Or you might try contacting just his sister. You did say she was next in line if he didn't marry. Wonder how she would take it knowing he did a paper marriage to get control of the company?"

"Mmm, but I still need to cover me bum before I get things started."

I reached back and cupped her ass, "and such a lovely one it is too."

"Damn Yank," she sighed. We rolled over, the conversation and the TV no longer the priority, not even an interest. Bringing each other to orgasm was certainly a much better use of our time.

Down -

I was sketching in the center court when I got a text from Vern. GOT A CALL TO TOW AN RV PARKED OUTSIDE THE EMPLOYEE AREA.

CAN'T BE MINE, I'M PARKED IN THE WAFFLE HOUSE LOT WITH THE PERMISSION OF THE MANAGER. LET ME KNOW IF SHE TRIES ANYTHING.

WILL DO.

I got a call about half an hour later, "It was you kiddo. She's pissed you weren't on mall controlled parking."

"Why does that not surprise me? Did you by chance record it?"

"Of course."

"Can I get a copy?"

"No problem, I'm thinking about submitting it to America's Funniest Home Videos. She was jumping up and down and dancing and cussing like an old sailor."

Up and down like a yo-yo -

I headed back out to the RV to get something to drink, and stopped short. My tail light was busted out. Well not busted out completely, but cracked pretty good and a few pieces on the ground.

I didn't get within fifteen feet of the RV, I went straight to the Waffle house.

We watched the security feed, and yes Marcia was all grins until Vern pulled up on the other side of the island. There wasn't any sound, but from all the arm waiving and the animated expression she was not happy. He just stood there arms crossed smiling right up until he left.

Shortly after he left, she was on the phone, then she kicked the bumper of the RV pretty hard, but only succeeded in hurting her foot. That further enraged her and she took a swing at it busting the tail light, and maybe cutting her hand from the way she was holding it.

I called nine-one-one to report vandalism as Georgia was making me a copy of the video. They were sending a car to file a report.

I got out side and there was a familiar brown tow truck backing up to my RV.

"What do you think you're doing?"

"Got orders to tow it. It's not parked in the employee area."

"From who?"

"Mall security," as he lowered the lift bar.

"You can stop right there. I'm mall security, and this isn't mall property. Wrong side of the island."

"Not my problem mister," as he slid the pickle forks back to my front tires.

"It is now," as the cops rolled in.

He tried to get the pickle forks pulled back in, but I stood in front of them blocking them. He would have to injure me to retract them.

"What seems to be the problem here?' the cop said, his partner hanging back a bit.

"Nothing officer," the guy blurted out.

"Actually quite a bit officer, I'm Taylor O'Malley. Off duty mall security and owner of this RV. I have a vandalism complaint and attempted theft to add to that," pointing to the tow truck driver as I said the last part.

That started all sorts of denials from the driver while I gave my side of the story to the other officer.

In short order they called for Marcia to come out. I grinned momentarily at her bandaged hand.

First she denied everything, then the driver said they had her on tape making the tow call. He was definitely covering his ass.

"So you've got me on a mix up of the property lines, that's all," she spouted off nice and smug. "There are no working security cameras out here in our lot."

I smiled, "No, but the first tow company you called has full video and audio on his trucks, and the Waffle House has a new HD surveillance system and I have a copy of the video of you vandalizing my RV."

"Bull shit!"

I just held up the thumb drive. "You can have this one for evidence officer. The Waffle house has the original and I have another copy for my records."

And then a light bulb went on, she was in uniform! "I want to press charges against her and include the mall management. She vandalized my RV while on the clock and in uniform."

Marcia started yelling and cussing as the officers put her in handcuffs and put her in the squad car. I just grinned as he picked up a few pieces of the broken tail light, the ones with BLOOD on them.

The other officer turned to our silent tow truck driver, "And the attempted theft of your RV?"

I turned to the driver who had a pleading look in his eyes. "Well I guess that all depends on him. If he's an innocent victim and gives a complete testimony then I have no grudge against him. If he's an accomplice of some sort and clams up then I guess I'll have to file charges against him as well."

He was singing like the proverbial canary. Turns out his boss was a boss lady. Wanna bet she was a buddy of some sort to Marcia?

Once all the reports were done and I had my copies, smiling at Marcia still handcuffed in the back of the squad car and still berating every male ever born, I got on the road back out to the festival grounds with a quick stop for a new tail light lens.

I drove in silence, not bothering to turn the radio on, contemplating my future.

The last couple hours had pretty much sealed my fate with the mall security job. It wouldn't be immediate, but things would never be the same. I could milk it out a few months while I tried to find something else or...

I smiled, I could make a go of it with Cathleen.

I had just went past Vern's main office, so I made a U-turn and went in to say hi and get a copy of this afternoons fiasco. Vern was out on a call and would download it and email it to me tonight.

Up -

I pulled into a bright sunny afternoon on the festival grounds. Almost feeling like I was walking into a new life, it made me smile.

I found Cathleen in her shop putting up the last of her delivery, the reason she didn't go with me today. I came up behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist letting my hands come up under her tits momentarily.

Cathleen turned in my arms and put hers around my neck to give me a nice kiss while I groped her ass. "You're back early."

"Mmmmm, I missed my little Leprechaun."

"Damn Yank," she grinned coming back for another kiss. "And ye showed up just as I was finishin', typical bloke!"

I smiled and pecked the tip of her nose, "It's in our DNA." We hugged a bit more, and Cathleen was going to let me go, but I held on. "So I have a question."

"Uh huh."

"So how will this work with me tagging along on your next few stops?"

"Well it would be pretty eas... WAIT! What did ye say?!"

I just grinned and kissed her again. She finally pushed back looking me in the eye, "Really?!"

"Yeah, things really went to shit today and I wasn't even on the clock. It's just a matter of time. The only question is if I do it on my schedule or theirs."

"What happened?"

So I spent the next hour or so relating what happened, accompanied by her gasps and grins. "So now what 'appens?" she asked.

I just shrugged, "Not sure. I mean I didn't actually see anything, the cameras caught it all. Other than it being my vehicle I'm pretty much out of it."
"What about the mall management? Aren't they going to raise a fuss?"

"Don't know. Carlos said she had a protector somewhere in the company, but video evidence should negate that. At least in the real world any way. But like I said, it's just a matter of time for me there."

Cathleen pulled me tight for a nice kiss, "Well for as much as I'd like to haul ye back to the RV and shag your bum all night, me Aunt Flo has come to visit."

"Okayyy, so where is she going to sleep? I mean we only have the one bed. The only other place would be to sleep on the floor."

Cathleen snickered, "Damn Yank. No, me Aunt Flo..." I just looked at her. "Me monthly..." looking down at her belly.

It took it a minute to register, Aunt Flo... HER PERIOD! I just groaned and hung my head. Then looked at her smiling, "So that might be a part of my wild woman last night?"

She gasped and grinned, "Per'aps a wee bit."

And I did the rough math, "And maybe why you jumped to conclusions that first weekend when you saw my Tinkerbelle drawings?"

She didn't answer, well not really. All I got was, "Damn Yank," and a really, REALLY good kiss.

We indulged that night, we went out to Texas Road House. One for a good steak, and two for free wifi. We had some research to do.

So it turns out Cathleen had some options... maybe. New York had a five year limitation on annulment, but the grounds of impotency was iffy. He wasn't impotent with men, only women, would be her argument.

The next part for Cathleen was even more tenuous. Contacting the sister without getting herself in more hot water.

Cathleen's hands were trembling as she dialed.

"Wattney Enterprises, how may I direct your call?"

"Veronica Wattney please."

"One moment."

"Veronica Wattney's office, may I help you?"

"I'd like to speak to Veronica please."

"She's not available right now, is there something I can do for you?"

"It's a personal matter, I need to speak with her directly."

"I'm sorry miss, but Mrs. Wattney is a very busy woman. Unless you can give me something more I'm afraid there's nothing I can do for you."

"Can you give her my name and number?"

"I'll put it on her desk, but unless you can tell me more..."

Cathleen looked at me, and I nodded in agreement. We had discussed this possibility. "Tell her Cathleen Fitzpatrick called and give her my number and... and ask her what happens if her brother is not legally married."

"I'm sorry, what do you mean by that?" Her PA had her curiosity up now.

"This is a very sensitive family matter. If you value your job give her the message. She will understand its meaning."

"Are you sure you can't tell me more?"

Cathleen looked at me again and sighed, this was part of the bluff. "Please just give her the message. I'd rather tell her personally now than for her to read it in a few weeks on the front page of the Times."

The PA suddenly had an urgency in her voice. "She's in a meeting right now. It will be a half an hour or better before she gets out."

"That will do. I should be available for most for the evening." Cathleen hung up and slumped against me. "God I hope we didn't just make a bloody cock up of this."

"One way or another we'll make this work," I said as I reached around and slid my hand inside her blouse and bra, catching her nipple between my fingertips, using the bar in the base to give it a nice tweak.

Cathleen cupped her tit outside her top and tried to hold my hand still inside. "Ye gods, I'm on the edge now and ye want to play more?"

"Mmmm, well after she calls back I'll see what I can do about that. You know back before I was actually shagging I was pretty good at getting a woman off with out actually doing it."

Cathleen snickered at my using some of her slang. Hands on her hips while grinning, "Don' you think you're the dog's bollocks."

Going to have to look that one up, but in the mean time I had my hand down her top and her neck available to nibble on. I cupped and played with her chest, one hand in and one out while I nibbled and lightly bit her neck and ears.

I had gotten her close a few times when her phone rang. I snickered as she jumped and pulled my hand from her dress like who ever was on the other end could see through the phone.

"Hello," she answered and put it on speaker as I was trying to put my hand down her top again. I was swatted and scowled at.

"Hello, Cathleen? This is Veronica Wattney. I'm calling in regards to the message you left me earlier."

"Ah yes, thank you for calling me back so promptly."

"Not a problem, you message definitely has my curiosity. Can you explain."

"Well yes and no."

"That isn't saying much."

"This is a rather sensitive matter. Did you understand the meaning of the message I left?"

"I think so, I've been thinking about it for half an hour now. I'd like you to elaborate a bit though."

"And there lies the rub. I need to have a conversation with someone, but anything I say to you isn't a privileged conversation."

There was a bit of silence, "So why contact me? You two have been separated for quite some time now."

"Not legally."

"Oh really!"

"Mrs. Wattney, let me be blunt. I have a situation that I believe if handled properly could be resolved with great benefit to both of us. But in order to do that I have a feeling I'm going to need a good solicitor, and I can't even afford a doggy one."

We heard a bit of a chuckle, "If you ask me I think they are all a bit dodgy, but I understand what you mean. So you would like my assistance in this matter?"

"Please."

"Is there anything you can give me to go on?"

"One word, annulment."

There as a bit of silence, then a soft 'oh.' "I'll be in touch. Take care of your self." And the conversation was over.

Cathleen slumped against me, so I went back to molesting her making her snicker. "I'm gonna take me shower, you're next mister."

She got undressed on the other side of the open door, like I didn't know what it meant to be on the rag. Grinning at me when she came back out and pushed me to the shower. I stroked out a good one remembering her damp naked body as she toweled off.

UP! -

When I got out Cathleen was laying there... in her panties. but not her skimpy panties with just the string across her hips, but almost full blown granny panties. I had tried to convince her she could still wear the others, but while 'Aunt Flo' was visiting it was full panties.

Mmmm, but that didn't preclude me from nipping on those delicious firm nubs and slipping my fingers in so I could strum her clit like I was in a dueling banjo contest.

"Ah!"

Nip a little harder, even tugged with my teeth a little.

"AHHH!"

Rolling over enough to inhale that nipple and bring the hand I was leaning on up to pinch her other nipple. Use two fingers on her clit.

"AAIIIII!!"

And pinch her clit and bite her nipple, then an EXPLOSION!

"AH SHIITTTTEEEEEE!!"

Oh she makes the most sweetest sound when she orgasms. That lovely scream followed by a whole string of Irish in one long sound.

Down -

I was walking my beat Thursday. Making my rounds ogling the teen agers, grinning at the 'look' they try to put on. Stopping across from the jewelry store and grinning remembering me and Robert standing there leaning against the rail admiring Angela's 'form', watching it move and undulate trying to fight gravity inside her silky tops.

I had just turned away from admiring Angela's total lack of desire to fight gravity today with her bouncing chest and texture of fancy lace to make my way up around the North end when a nice woman in her business suit came up to me. "Taylor O'Malley?"

I bristled, only my last name was on my uniform, and very few called me by both first and last. I had no idea who she was, but I had serious doubts she was in the 'friend' category.

"Can I help you?"

She smiled that all too plastic smile made to win the cooperation of most men. "Kelli Hathaway, Northstar Properties. Could I trouble you for a few minutes of your time?"

"I need to check in at the north end. I can meet you in the lounge next to the escalators."

She merely nodded smiling.

I didn't really need to check in, but I did need to turn on my recorder, and I wanted her under one of the best cameras in the mall.

I flipped the recorder on as I came around the escalator. "So Miss Kelli Hathaway of Northstar Properties, what can I help you with today?"

"I'd like to talk to you about the recent incident with Ms. Mack."

"Well that's a fairly long list, what incident in particular are you referring to?"

"I seriously doubt that. The only one I'm aware of is what you started a few days ago."

"Mmmm," I said cradling my chin in my fingers. "A few days ago. Well let's see. Are you referring to the two times she tried to have my RV towed, or the time she vandalized my RV and punched out my tail light in rage?"

She crossed her arms and tipped her head back to look down her nose at me, "Are you sure that's the attitude you want to take on this?"

"It's not an attitude, it's a fact. As are all the other things she tried to pull around here."

She snorted, "Say's the lowly security guard. You really expect that to hold water?"

"There's always all the recordings," pointing to the overhead camera bubble.

She stood up and leaned toward me with venom in her eyes, her back to the camera. "You listen you little shit, and you listen good. You don't even want to cross me. You will have a miserable life if you do. Your payroll will get screwed up seven ways from Sunday, your direct deposits will go off into never-never land and take months to straighten out."

She stood back up with a shit eating grin. "You think about that before you go down that rabbit hole." She turned and stalked off, never giving me a chance to respond.

I just smiled, looked up at the camera and made a bit of a production of pulling the recorder from my pocket and hitting the stop button. Shouldn't have any problem syncing up the audio to the video.

Up -

"Boy, you really know how to screw up a good heart attack!"

"Man, I didn't think they'd let you out of your cage so soon." I took Roberts hand pulling him to me. "So what are you doing back so soon?"

"Oh not much. You know, some young whipper snapper goes and gets my stand in arrested. Minor things like that."

"Hey, don't look at me. She started shit the day she got here, I just got fed up with it."

He kicked his head back eyeing me, "First I've heard of that."

I pulled the recorder from my pocket, "Got it all on tape."

"Doesn't mean anything with out her knowledge."

"Does with her new agreement."

"What new agreement."

"Look in my file."

Robert got up slowly and pulled my file. He looked at the new agreement, then back at me. And then he smiled.

So I laid it all out for him. What Carlos had told us, all the guys using the recorders after signing the new agreements. What she tried to pull with the new tow company. Everything from soup to nuts.

Well I started to. I was about three quarters of the way through, just getting up to the good part of Vern pissing her off the other day when the phone rang.

He answered it, then his eyebrows went up, "He's right here, hang on." And he put it on speaker.

"Hello Mr. O'Malley."

"Constance."

"You've created quite the stir Mr. O'Malley."

"That might not be entirely accurate Connie," Robert said.

"I'm sorry Robert, but Ms. Mack has some pretty damaging information."

"Just her word, no audio or video to back it up?"

"No," she said cautiously.

"Well Taylor has been playing me some audio tapes that totally contradict what she's been telling us."

"Tapes of her and Kelly both," I added.

"Kelly Hathaway... from accounting? What's she got to do with this?" she asked.

"She just threatened my job yesterday."

There was a bit of a pregnant pause, "Taylor, I think you need to stop by the office. What's your schedule like?"

"Last I knew I was on three to eleven tomorrow, then off for the weekend."

Robert just nodded to me to confirm.

"Could you stop by the office tomorrow before you clock in? You'll be compensated of course."

"Will do." I didn't tell them that putting this whole mess behind me would be compensation enough.

Up -

Coming back to the Festival grounds, almost midnight, chuckling at Cathleen doing her tent from the bottom side of her lift gate so she didn't have to pound in the poles.

I barely pulled in and the side door came open. I was being accosted by my little Leprechaun. Seems Veronica's lawyer called her, and they had a plan.

Monty would start having health problems and Veronica would begin taking over the company. He and Cathleen would stay married until she had either her citizenship or resident alien papers, then divorce some time after.

"That kinda lets Monty off easy doesn't it?"

She snickered at me, "Well with his ego, going from CEO to a glorified consultant should be punishment enough. And Veronica isn't going to let him forget it. According to her solicitor, Monty will either grow a conscience or lose his balls."

"Ouch!"

Of course all this was being said as Cathleen was relieving me of my clothes.

"Now take your shower and come to bed." It was almost one in the morning.

A quick shower, crawling under the cool sheets to snuggle up behind a warm soft woman that pulls your hand to her chest. Definitely UP!

Friday morning - UP IN THE CLOUDS!

I woke hearing the shower, kicking back wondering what I was going to run into when I went in to see Connie.

That thought process was cut short when Cathleen came out of the shower, just taking a quick rinse, as swift as she was.

My grinning Leprechaun crawling back onto bed on hands and knees. Dry hair, hard nipples, and damp landing strip. I was expecting her to curl up beside me, but was pleasantly surprised when she dipped her head and took me in her mouth.

"Mmmmm," watching her take me in, smiling around my cock as it hardened between her lips. A second stroke bumping against the back of her mouth before she released me with a pop and leaned down to drag her nipples across my belly as she slid up my body.

Cathleen coming to a stop on my chest for a nice kiss, her hot mound moving slightly against the cock she just had between her lips. "Mornin'," she said with a grin before resuming a nice long kiss. A little moan slipped out as I gripped her ass in the process.

Cathleen rolled up and snaked a hand between us to grip my hard cock. What I didn't expect was for her to shift her hips and sink her soaking pussy down on me.

"Fuuuccckkkkk."

Watching her sit up and shift around to get me as deep as she could. Bringing her hand to my chest, and I expected her to begin rocking on me.

I have GOT to quit expecting anything from my Leprechaun!

Cathleen was still sitting astride me, but she wasn't 'fucking' me. Her pussy was doing all sorts of wonderful things to my cock. I could feel her clamp and release. Her muscles working up and down my cock, but more like her hand for the grip she was getting on me.

I must have had quite the expression on my face for the grin she had on hers, biting the edge of her lip.

Running my hands up to her little tits in an effort to get some semblance of control.

Cathleen hissed as my fingers touched her nipples, her eyes flashed wide, and she grabbed my shoulders to roll us over to her on her back. Her heels hooking my ass to keep me deep in her pussy.

"Bang me fanny!" she growled. A 'nudge' of her heel in my ass just to make sure I knew what she meant. Now I know what a horse felt like when the rider uses his spurs. Giddy up indeed.

I pushed up, my hands still covering her tits and just roared pulling back and driving in deep. Again and again as we both turned to animals. Me gripping her tits and nipples to drive in, Cathleen with her heels in my ass and her hands on my waist to pull me in deep.

This was short but oh so sweet not having been in her lovely pussy in several days. Falling forward on her hard nipples as I gripped her shoulders, I exploded forward to drive my cum as deep in her pussy as I could.

Panting in each others ears and her legs flopped out, her heels dropping to my knees. "Damn... Yank..."

I just managed to turn my head enough to nibble on her ear lobe. I really didn't want to go to work this afternoon. I wanted to just lay here buried in Cathleen's pussy. But as much as I would like that, it was physically impossible.

"Nuuuuuuu..." Cathleen moaned as I lifted from her.

I pulled the shower out looking at her sprawled legs and dribbling pussy, then had to push it back in momentarily to lift the pan cover I forgot to remove before pulling out the shower walls. I heard Cathleen snicker.

I snickered as I wetted down, just a hint of pink in the water. Seems 'Aunt Flo' wasn't quite out the door yet. I had barely pushed the shower back when Cathleen pushed me out of the way and pulled it right back out to start her quick rinse down.

I really wish there was a way to install a bigger shower!

Putting on my uniform, wondering just how long I was going to be doing this. Well actually I knew how long I was going to be doing this. I had made the commitment to Cathleen. So I had three more weekends here and then we would be on the road. Two weeks of making the rounds and then it was the big change.

Mmmmmm, waking up like this every morning. Spending the days with Cathleen one way or another was a heavenly prospect.

I had hands coming around from behind as I felt Cathleen's nipples in my back. "What ye thinkin' about?"

"You... me... the future..."

She laid her head on my shoulder, "I like the sound of that."

I put my hand over hers on my chest, "Me too."

"Two more weeks," I said softly.

"Ye really goin' to do it...?" she breathed into my neck.

"Right after the meeting, I'll give them notice."

"Damn Yank," I barely heard. More like felt her breath against my neck than heard the words.

I pulled her hands from my chest and turned to her. One hand behind her head, the other in the small of her back heading for her naked ass. "Damn Leprechaun," I whispered just before our lips met for a long soft kiss.

"Are you coming in with me today?" still holding her close.

"Mmm Hmmmm, have to stock up on ice cream."

I just kicked my head back laughing. Dropping my other hand to her ass and leaning back to pick her up. "Before or after you get dressed?"

"ACH!"

I stepped out to make a quick round on the RV to make sure everything was buttoned up, checking the generator cover that liked to work loose and flap in the wind driving down the road.

I came back in to see my lovely Leprechaun, curly red hair just so across the shoulders of a light top, the outline of one of her more 'prominent' bras nicely hinting her visible bits, but not blatantly so. A pleated skirt, well above her knees, but not quite mid thigh. Her toned legs just drawing your eyes.

Cathleen dropped me at the office, she had grocery shopping to do. Seems my giving notice was cause for celebration. Steak and potatoes made with her 'special marinade'.

I stepped up to the desk, "Hey Francesca, Connie is expecting me."

She had a concerned look on her face. "She mentioned you were coming in. Everything okay?"

I just smiled and shrugged, "Everything's good on my end. Just here to clear a few things up."

"Oh," sounding like she wasn't quite buying it. "I'll see if she is available." She was on the phone to Connie's secretary from the sounds of it. "She'll be with you in a few minutes," she said hanging up the phone.

I just sat in one of the chairs and fired up my tablet. Making a new folder and putting a copy of all my recordings in it, adding the copies of Vern's video and the one from the Waffle House. I didn't have the video from the mall of the last recording, but they can get that internally and sync it with my recording.
I had just gotten them organized when she came down the hall, "Mr. O'Malley." And then turned to walk back to her office. And since she called me 'Mr. O'Malley' I reached into my pocket and flipped the recorder on.

Pretty bad when I now put it in my pocket out of habit.

When we got to her office, there was an older gentleman sitting to one side.

"Taylor," she said as she sat down gesturing me to the chair in front of her desk. "This is Tanner, he will be observing our meeting."

"From what department?" I asked.

"Tanner is with our legal department," she said a bit hesitantly.

I grinned to myself, glad I had turned the recorder on. I reached into my pocket and put the recorder on the edge of Connie's desk.

Her eyes went wide seeing me pull it from my pocket, Tanner on the other hand. "I'm afraid we can't allow any recording Mr. O'Malley."

"Well then I guess this meeting is over. Do you have any particular preference as to what TV station I contact to release this to the press?"

He bristled at my comment, "There's no need for that Mr. O'Malley. I'm sure we can come to some kind of understanding."

I looked at him a moment, then, "Here's what I know Tanner. For several weeks I have been harassed by MS. Mack, and the other day Kelli Hathaway threatened my job."

"I highly doubt that."

"You can doubt all you want. I have over two hours of audio and video to back it up."

"How can we trust it hasn't been altered?"

"You can't, but as far as that goes I don't trust you either. I trust Connie to a point," I turned to look at her hurt expression. "Connie, you have two lovely kids. I trust you right up to the point they do something that puts the future of your kids at stake, then I'd throw me under the bus too."

She seemed a bit relieved, but not much. I turned back to Tanner, "So do we continue this meeting or do I leave and find a TV station?"

He just raised his hands in surrender. "Is that a yes?" he nodded. "I need to hear it Tanner. Please state that you agree to this meeting being recorded."

He glared at me, "I agree to the meeting being recorded," he practically spat out. I saw a fleeting grin from Connie.

"So Taylor," Connie asked, "When did all this begin?"

"That's easy, the day I sent you the email on my schedule."

There was a noise from Tanner, but I just ignored it.

Connie turned to her computer and scanned back through her emails.

"The one where my days off Robert authorized mysteriously disappeared from my file."

"Ah yes, the one you Bcc'd me."

"And what about these recordings?"

I pulled out my tablet and began playing them. On the second one Tanner interrupted. "These sound like casual conversations. Did Ms. Mack give her permission to record them?"

"Yes and no."

He leaned forward and almost glared at me, "Did she give explicit agreement to be recorded, yes or no?"

"No."

"Then these recordings are irrelevant," he said with a smug grin.

"She signed a blanket agreement to them with every staff member."

"I doubt that."

"Tanner, try and get it through your head, everything I'm telling you I have something to back it up. She created new agreements that allowed either party to be recorded without the others permission, and then went and counter signed it in front of each of us."

He slumped back in his chair.

"Robert has seen the originals in our files, and we each have scans of them taken at the time of signing."

No response.

"So now can we continue? I'm sure Robert would appreciate me being on time to clock in today."

Connie barely covered her snicker.

For the next hour I skimmed over the incidents and recordings, with Tanner looking paler and paler as we went along. When we got to the point of Vern's and the Waffle House recordings he gave up. "So what do you want Mr. O'Malley?"

"With?"

"This whole situation. You obviously have an agenda having recorded all this."

"Tanner, the only agenda, as you put it, I had was coving my ass. We were warned about what she did at other properties and we as a group took action to prevent it from happening to us."

He looked like someone had shoved a corn cob up his ass.

"I actually haven't given it much thought, but here's an idea. You drop her and her protector like a hot potato. No corporate back up, no references, no legal help, don't even validate her parking and I'll let it go on the company side."

"I don't know..."

"On the other hand, you feel the need to protect her and Kelli and this all goes to open court. And who knows, if there's enough other people she's done this to at other properties, there might even be enough people for a class action case."

Oh man that was a HUGE corn cob!

"I think you need to leave your evidence with us to evaluate."

The hairs on the back of my neck were standing up. "I don't think I'll leave you anything, I'll email you a copy just to make sure you get it. Connie, could you drop me an email and include Tanner in the CC so I can reply to both of you?"

"I most certainly can," turning to her computer, her fingers flying across the keyboard.

"Thank you, I've got to be heading in to work. I'll send you the files later on my break."

"Okay, it's not like we're going to get much accomplished this late on a Friday. We'll be in touch," she said standing and reaching over her desk. I saw that fleeting grin on her face as she turned me to the door. She really was a mother hen at heart.

Cathleen was waiting for me as I stepped out of the office. I no more sat down in the passenger seat and we were off. "So how'd it go?"

I shrugged, "Who knows. I'm going to email them the recordings later."

"Them?"

I gave her the quick run down on the way over as I changed into my uniform.

So I got to walk my laps and Cathleen went shopping... AGAIN! She has been in this mall several times the last few weeks, and she can still go shopping!

She bought a few things, and showed me some. Bought a few more things, and only showed me the Victoria's Secret bag and grinned.

I got even with her, we hit the A&W stall in the food court on my supper break and I introduced her to Root Beer Floats. She's been in this country for what, five or six years, and she never had a Root Beer Float. She wasn't too sure about mixing a 'fizzy drink' and ice cream. But the wide eyed grin told me she liked it.

Is there going to be any room in the fridge for my food?

Later, around my late break, I got a kiss and a smile. She had a new DVD 'that's not for blokes'. She was headed up to the theater to get a big bucket of 'real popcorn' and kick back with her 'film'.

I chuckled when I came out after clocking out and leaving my notice on Robert's desk. Cathleen asleep on her side, the remote in her hand, curled up with my pillow. The flickers of the screen saver lighting her face.

But it was what was in the sink that made me chuckle. A jumbo Root Beer Float, empty. The giant bucket of popcorn, not much more than old maids in the bottom. And an empty container of ice cream so empty that if it hadn't been so small I would have thought she licked it clean.

I started the RV, and pulled out gently so as not to wake her. A gentle drive out to the festival, only the pot holed festival driveway waking her, and then just barely.

Seeing her little smile as I undressed. Taking the remote from her hand as I climbed in, her releasing my pillow and curling up behind me. I shut the TV off and tossed the remote on the floor.

No more downs -

Waking up to Cathleen half on my chest. Seeing her nipple RINGS in the morning sun instead of bars. Something similar to what she has in her pussy. Well the last time I checked anyway. Just big enough to slip your thumb in, bright shiny gold just glistening in the sun.

Taking in her face in the sun. The slight little bump in her nose, her tiny moles or 'beauty marks' on her upper lip and the side of her nose. The little diamond pierced earrings, then again they could be a nice crystal.

Brushing her hair out of her face, watching her smile and sigh without waking. Reaching down and lightly stroking the upper slope of her tit enthralled at the sight of her nipple hardening in the sun, her areola crinkling up enough to make the ridges cast shadows.

Evidentially I had been enjoying her tit and nipple a little too much and wasn't paying attention on to her. "Damn Yank," I heard her whisper.

I smiled to myself and rolled Cathleen to her back, scooting down in the process to put me next to those delicious mounds. Opening wide and leaning over to take as much of her tit in as I could, and then sucking much more of it in.

Cathleen groaned and arched trying to force more tit into my mouth. I rotated my arm under her back to keep her arched up into me as I played with her nipple and ring.

I released my suction, but put the tip of my tongue into her new ring. I had arms wrapped around my head as I enjoyed not only her hard nipple, but flicking that ring back and forth alternating with trying to lift her tit by that ring with my tongue.

And then I made the mistake of breathing deep...

Her scent took control of my body, my hand that was previously fondling the tit I wasn't suckling was drawn like a magnet to its source. Fingers delving between her wet lips, entering her velvet tunnel as my thumb sought her clit.

Her wetness on my fingers, and the sounds of my fingers playing in her juicy pussy sealed the transfer of control. My body turned to feast on her body. Diving between her legs and lifting them to give me better access. Driving my fingers in deeper, but replacing my thumb with my tongue and lips.

Mmmm, but the close proximity to nirvana had even more side effects. Getting my elbows behind her knees to give me even more access to her. Licking and slurping and gorging on her flowing juices. Total tunnel vision taking over my senses. Everything concentrating on her spread pussy.

I know there were sound effects, I think she was thrashing under me. Hints of hands either pushing or pulling me to or from her, but I was wired for one purpose at that point, her orgasm.

And so my fingers got involved again. Thumb in one ring holding that lip over. Other thumb in her other ring, but fingers hunting for her g-spot while my pinkie fingernail was grazing her taint as I nibbled and nipped at her clit.

As I was rewarded with her orgasm I just planted my face in her thrashing pussy, sucking and slurping her offering like a starved man. Holding on as best I could to keep my lips planted on hers...

I rolled over breathing deep, Cathleen's juices all over my face and beginning to dribble down to my neck as I rolled over.

"Damn... Yank..." she panted as her fingers found my hard cock. She lifted me enough to wrap her fingers around me and give me the barest stroke.

She did get even with me though. The first thing she put on that morning was her C clip nipple jewelry. And the little side notches that held her bars now forced her rings to stand straight out just begging for me to reach out and give them a tug.

Doing her best to tease me while doing up her hair and light makeup. Slipping her gauzy top on and then grinning at me while she ran her fingertips across the edge of the rings standing out and kicking her head back groaning.

Leaning over to slip her crotchless baggy gauzy shorts on and letting me look down her loose top. Kicking her knee out to let me look at her shaved pussy and gold rings through the split crotch was torture.

Tying up this little roll thing around her waist just resting on her hips. Slipping her dress on, the one with the large built in cups making her look like a small C cup. Snickering at my hard on making it difficult to get my pants on properly as she got her cincher situated above that roll and below those hard cups giving the impression of an even trimmer waist below a nice pair of tits.

I was groped as I tried to put my lose shirt on, "You are pure evil sometimes woman."

"And that's bad how?" she asked with a little snicker and a BIG grin.

We walked arm in arm to Maybel's kitchen. Cathleen had been too busy this week molesting me to make up stuff ahead for us. There was some nice conversation as we ate, some in English between all of us, and a few 'interesting' comments from Maybel in Irish from the blush and looks Cathleen gave in return.

I took Cathleen's hand as we left, enjoying the intertwinement of our fingers, another Irish comment from Maybel and Cathleen kicking her head back groaning and rolling her eyes made me grin.

We opened her shop and I set up under the shade tree next door leaving the platform for pecan man. I had just gotten the last of my drawing clipped to the little rope when Cathleen came up behind me and pressed her body against me.

"You know," she whispered in my ear. "It's been a while since I've worn these. The way they tug when I step I'm going to be a dripping horny little bint by supper time."

I groaned, another word I was going to have to look up. But from the way she was grinding her mound into my ass I had a good idea what it meant. Only the steady stream of properly costumed guests today even came close to keeping my mind from her body hidden under that dress.

You see, as the festival progressed through the weekends, the locals costumes got closer and closer to ours. Especially the ladies. Neck lines got closer and closer to nipples, bras became thinner and thinner and eventually disappearing almost completely. Skirts became shorter and flimsier, flipping this way and that in a breeze showing plenty of leg.

I had a lovely morning of drawing ladies who were enjoying displaying themselves. Leaning forward to show maximum cleavage to the point of almost spilling out of their tops. Intersperse that with those that enjoyed leaning back to let the dark circle, and sometimes a nice dark lump of nipple, show through their thin cotton tops.

I heard Cathleen clearing her throat behind me as I was finishing up a drawing of two young ladies that were leaning back, turned a bit to the sun letting their nipples stand out nicely.

I crooked my finger to get Cathleen close as they left. "So which pose are you going to do first for me?"

She pulled back and looked at me with raised eyebrow.

I leaned close to her ear and speaking softly. "Leaning forward so I can look down your top, or leaning back to let your nipples stand out."

Cathleen's eyes went wide.

"Or better yet, topless with some of your jewelry showing off those delicious... chewy... nipples," I continued just before kissing the side of her neck.

"Damn Yank," she said almost under her breath as she went back into the shop.

I loved the way that ring around her waist below that cincher gave her hips and ass a wonderful wiggle as she waked away. Even more so when she was a bit agitated!

Just before afternoon parade one of the royal court messengers made a delivery to Cathleen's shop. As he left there was a strangled scream from Cathleen.

I entered the shop to see her staring at the ceiling, a rolled up scroll clenched in her hand.

"What's wrong?" I feared some kind of trickery from Monty.

"Damn Maybel's gone barmy. She got the Queen to invite us to the Harvest Festival dinner.

"So."

"As a couple!"

"Ohhh," I grinned.

"Aaaaand, she volunteered us to help fill out the scenery at the big weddin' on Sunday."

"The what?"

Cathleen rolled her eyes at me. "Saturday evening is the Harvest Festival dinner, like the Queens Supper we went to a few weeks back for the locals. Late Sunday afternoon is the mass wedding. Couples gettin' married or renewin' their vows. They need a few of us in proper costume to fill it out enough to look good."

I grinned looking at her exasperated expression, "Well personally I think you look better out of your dresses than in them."

"I... you... ARGHHH!" and I was being strangled like that first weekend, but this time with her tongue trying to ravage mine. I won the battle when I got a good grip on her ass and lifted her mound even with my hard on. She just groaned as she pivoted against my hard cock.

About an hour later I was kidnapped. Seems Cathleen was not going to another formal dinner with me 'wearing a bed sheet'. She had the blacksmiths daughter watching her shop, and I was hauled up to a few of the clothing shops.

Damn these women don't play fair! Cathleen and the shop keeper were both holding various kilts up in front of me, and groping me when ever they could. I think I got groped more that hour than the whole weekend with Cris and Rene!

Eventually I was properly 'fitted' for my kilt and jacket, but not allowed to wear it until Saturday evening. 'In case I got it dirty'. Like I was a little kid or something. Just because I wanted to sneak around back of the clothiers shop and bend Cathleen over, I mean hey fair is fair...

I did finally get her back, when we closed up her shop, I dragged her back in and lifted her to the table.

"And what do ye think ye are doing'?

"Finishing what you started kilt shopping," I said as I put my hands under her thighs to shift her dress up behind her butt.

"Oh really!" she grinned as I dropped my pants and stepped to her. "Bloody Damn Yank," she hissed as I sunk balls deep in her wet pussy in one stroke.

My hands under her dress on her hips driving into her pussy, making her legs wobble and flop. Little grunts and groans but trying to be quiet knowing there were still people walking along the path on the other side of that closed door to get to the participants gate. The lovely little screech as I lightly nipped at the upper slope of her tit and doubled my pace.

Being glad I had left my shirt on when Cathleen tried to bite my shoulder and just got my shirt when she came and needed to muffle her scream. Her heels started trembling and still trying to hold me deep in her pussy as I came just seconds behind her.

Pulling back a bit and slowing sliding in and out of her dribbling pussy. Not hard, but not going completely soft. Still firm enough to enjoy being deep in her pussy.

Stepping back and pulling up my pants when I could no longer stay hard enough to remain in her pussy. Cathleen's little squeak when she hopped from the table. "Well so much for wearin' these another day," she grinned.

For as much of a wild woman she had been this morning, and even this afternoon, she was a bit subdued when we got back to the RV. Merely wiping off before I took my quick shower while she grilled our steaks. Idle chit chat with plenty of quiet time during the meal.

I came up behind her as she was drying her hair after her shower and wrapped my arms around her belly letting my hands creep towards her tits. "You okay?"

"Yeah... why?" she replied softly, making no attempt to impede my hands sliding up under her tits. Unable to stop myself from giving them a light squeeze.

"You're a bit quiet."

"Mmmm... thinkin'..."

"About?" as I let one hand settle toward her landing strip, watching the reflection of her face in the glass of the microwave.

"How much things 'ave changed in the last five weeks." She drew a deep breath, "I've been on my own for a few years. I mean I've had lots of friends on the circuit, but it's been pretty much just me."

"Friends?" running my finger up and down the edge of her landing strip.

Cathleen snickered, "Aye, a few special friends, but nothing serious." She pulled my hands from her body and turned to wrap her arms around my neck. "But this feels different... more... comfortable... more... right... Does that make sense?"

I held her close, skin to skin. "Yeah it does. I've always been drawing to one extent or another. And even when I was living out of the Navigator I was still hunting for something, I just didn't realize it."

"And now?"
I chuckled remembering the drive out. Lifting my hands to cup the underside of her tits again. "And now the pieces are falling into place. I've been coming out here for several years, but the drive out after leaving my notice on Robert's desk was different. A page turning or maybe a new chapter starting, I don't know. But a good feeling."

"Yeah..." she sighed as she leaned close closing her eyes and tilting her head back to look in my eyes. I matched her moves and joined her in a long soft kiss.

This was a kiss like no other I had ever experienced. One of those perfect moments that seems to last forever. Holding each other closely, and yet not tight. Feeling her heart beat through her chest as I lightly caressed her back.

We broke our kiss, and yet we were still connected somehow, just a little smile on her face. I shut all the lights down except the little one over the sink while Cathleen turned the comforter down. Turning to slip a music DVD in the player, adjusting it down to just a nice background.

Sliding into bed beside her melding back to that kiss, free hands just barely caressing each other.

That night I did something I had never done but thought I had, we made love. Touching and caressing, back and forth each drawing the other to the pinnacle of love. Neither one on top or bottom, but side by side, fingertips just barely touching but transmitting volumes.

I was going to start kissing down her neck to nibble on those delicious nipples, but Cathleen beat me to it, sliding and turning to take me between her lips. Cradling my cock while she licked and nibbled. Opening her lips and sinking down slowly, the lightest of hum as I hit the back of her throat.

Cradling my balls as she slowly took me in, pulling back off until she barely had me between her lips. Slowly increasing her speed, but never getting close to 'fucking' me with her mouth.

Now I hadn't been just laying there, I had my fingers playing with her pussy rings. Slipping between her lips and bumping her pussy rings as well as giving her clit ring a few flicks. Slipping a finger in her pussy letting my thumb take over the clit duties making her gasp just a little around my cock.

Cathleen had more than she could take, as she rolled back and pulled me on top of her between her legs. Her heels assumed their cowgirl position in the back of my thighs to prevent me from slipping down to nibble on her pussy.

That little smile on her face as I positioned myself to slip into her pussy went straight to my heart. Time slowed to a crawl as my cock began to spread her lips, prolonging the sensation of her lips sliding around the head of my cock for as long as I could, and not speeding up once past them taking in the slick feeling of her velvet tunnel.

Watching her eyes flutter and close as I bottomed out in her, lowering my body to hers, feeling her nipples in my chest, lips responding just as I touch them with mine. The little gasp as I pulled back out a little and the corresponding grunt as I bottom out again making sure I was as deep in her as I could get.

Picking up some speed but not in a big hurry, sliding in and out of her as I rocked back and forth on those nipples. Cathleen urging me faster with her arms wrapped around me tight and heels in my ass.

Breathing getting faster and faster for both of us. The ripples of Cathleen's pussy beginning to have its effect, "Close," I hissed in her ear.

Cathleen's heels got a death grip on my ass as she kicked her head back. "AAAIIIIEEEEEEE..." she screamed cumming around my cock setting me off. Hooking my hands on her shoulders and driving in deep before planting my cum as deep in her pussy as possible. Cumming so hard I thought it might come out her nose.

We were each trying to prolong it, me trying to keep driving in and Cathleen clamping down as much as she could. Laying there, knowing I should roll off of her but not wanting to. Softening to the point I couldn't stay in her and rolled off beside Cathleen, both of us groaning as we separated.

I smiled at the sudden coolness of fresh air on sweaty skin previously plastered to Cathleen. I looked over when she sighed, pulling the towel up between her legs to stem the tide, chuckling at our remembering to put a towel on the bed when we made it this morning.

Cathleen rolling over enough to get the towel out from under her as I got up to get a bottle of cold water. Downing half before handing it to Cathleen. Shutting off the little kitchen light before crawling in beside her. Reaching up to shut the generator off as she snuggled in under my arm. Hearing her say "Night luv," as she got comfortable, asleep only a few breaths later and me not too far behind her

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I think I had some wonderful dreams. I wasn't really sure, but I know I woke with that warm fuzzy feeling. Well that and a hard nipple in my palm and my firm cock in the crack of Cathleen's ass.

I lifted my head and turned just enough to softly kiss her exposed neck.

"Mmmmm, mornin' luv," she said softly.

I let my hand drop enough to take her nipple between my fingers as my cock was firming between her cheeks. "I like the sound of that," I said just before I kissed her neck again.

"I gathered that," as she was rocking her ass back and forth against my cock as she turned her upper body to give me a proper morning kiss. "Question is what are ye goin' to do about it?" lifting her top leg to expose her pussy to me.

"Mmmm, something like this..." I moved up to my knees straddling her other leg, slipping forward into her in one long stroke.

"Damn Yank..."

I silenced her with a kiss, moving in and out of her in no big hurry. Well not initially that is. Cathleen was a bit wound up this morning. Wrapping her arms around me pulling me as deep as possible into her pussy while trying to press her nipples past my chest heading for my backbone.

But fucking bent over doesn't work long even if it feels wonderful to have her hard points in my chest. Getting back up to my knees and barely keeping my pace. Grabbing her thigh with one hand and her ass with the other I drove in hard and deep just made her eyes flutter, go wide and kick her head back.

And then I felt it, that lovely little quiver. But this one just kept going and going until her whole body was shaking and her mouth open in a silent scream. Getting a better grip on her ass as I began unloading in her spasming pussy turned that silent scream into a loud one as her head came up and we locked eyes just before she kicked her head back once more.

Seeing Cathleen with her head rolled back, that little shudder running up and down her body while feeling her pussy doing the same around my cock. The shudders slowing to a little tremble before she melted back into the mattress, her nipples softening from the diamond hard points to her lovely firm points.

I barely had the strength to admire her lovely body before collapsing beside her. I did manage to reach over and cup her tit, catching her nipple between my fingers.

"Damn... Yank..."

We eventually managed to crawl out, and Cathleen took every opportunity to tease me. A naked cook turning to grope me when she could, sliding her firm nipples across my cheek, pivoting her hips forward and kicking her knee out when she caught me looking at her pussy.

And it seemed that putting on her cage bra that morning went a lot better with sound effects. Groans as she pulled her nipple forward to catch the bar in the tip. Gasps and sighs when she released it.

And it was pure torture watching her do her hair, getting dressed and hiding her body from me. Mmmm, but slipping my arm around her waist as we walked in, Cathleen resting her head on my shoulder as we walked.

I think it was the most perfect day I could remember. Bright and sunny, a little warm, but a nice breeze to balance it out. The sound of that breeze through the trees a nice backdrop.

And the day just continued, a nice steady stream of customers for both me and Cathleen. I stepped into her shop from time to time to help out, she stepped out and just put her hand on my shoulder while I was sketching.

Running up to Maybel's kitchen for lunch. Cathleen shaking her finger at Maybel, who just smiled and cackled at Cathleen. Taking turns feeding each other getting another comment from Maybel in Irish making Cathleen blush.

Sunday afternoon was just as smooth, like everything was going according to some mysterious plan. Cathleen had a steady stream of paying customers vs. the usual 'browsers'. I had a nice pace of people sitting for sketches and buying my cartoon and caricatures.

We drove back to park at the mall that night, cuddling up with my naked Leprechaun, wiggling her ass back against my firm cock as I cupped and played with her soft tit and firm nipple...

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I woke to my Leprechaun sliding up on me, her firm nipples dragging on my chest as her lips came to mine. My hands just happened to gravitate to her lovely, firm, ass.

"Mmmmmm, mornin' luv," I said in my best English accent.

Cathleen just grinned and giggled at my foreign accent attempt and resumed our kiss with the wonderful addition of grinding her pussy against my hard cock. Rocking her hips to get me situated between her wet lips. Lifting enough to snake her hand down between us to position me at her entrance. Groaning into our kiss as she settled part way on to me.

Watching the joy on her face as she peeled her body up off of me to sink completely down on to me, rotating and shifting to completely envelope me as her eyes closed.

Sliding my hands up her belly to under her tits, seeing her hands come up and bring mine to cover her tits, being encouraged to squeeze and play as she ground back and forth on my cock.

Watching Cathleen barely moving on my cock, but her pussy grip gave a feeling like I was in a wild woman fuck. Lifting and pulling on my cock, grasping and stroking while buried in her.

It was too much, I got the best grip I could on her tits and her nipple rings between thumb and finger and unloaded, "CUUUMMMMIIINNNGGGGGGG!!"

Cathleen screeching on top of me, my hands going from hard nipples to her waist to blast over and over into her wondrous pussy, holding her down tight on my cock as if she might come shooting off...

"Damn... Yank..." I heard in the fog as a weight descended on my chest.

"Damn... Leprechaun..." feeling her nipples in my chest and her hair ticking my nose.

I woke, again. This time to a huge wet spot forming under my ass, as my cock and balls were soaked, and what felt like quite the dribble across my thigh as I heard the shower start.

Crawling to my feet, I rolled up the sheet and mattress pad before it got to the mattress. Shaking my head at the towel. We had taken to spreading a large towel on the bed under the comforter, but sleeping on it, it had bunched off to one side. It was still nice and dry so the sheet and pad could take the brunt of the morning activities.

Cathleen coming out of the shower and pushing the wall back with the towel over her head. Drying her hair and giving her chest the nicest jiggle knowing I couldn't keep my eyes off of her.

Taking my shower, I could feel the dip in water pressure knowing she was filling the coffee pot. Coming out to dry off, I very much enjoyed watching my ornery Leprechaun adding to her jewelry. The dangling crystals from her nipple rings was bad enough, but when she hiked her leg up and clipped one onto the little ring under her clit I was just about ready to bend her over on the spot! The shoulder shake with her Cheshire cat grin just piled it on.

I made a move toward her and Cathleen just grinned and held my shirt and slacks out to me... DAMN LEPRECHAUN!

A padded bra, skimpy panties, skirt and top while I was distracted trying to pull my slacks on watching her twist and turn and bend doing all that.

"I'm ready, where are we going for breakfast?" she asked holding my shirt up for me to put on.

"ARGH!"

She grinned and giggled, lifting her skirt to almost show her panties while I somehow managed to put my shoes on the correct feet and we were off to the Waffle House.

We talked about anything and everything through breakfast, I even survived Jeanie stopping by our table and giving me a bad time about 'picking on my poor boss' with the cops.

We made it into the mall a little after eleven, getting set up just in time for a little bit of a lunch rush. Lots of people were coming and going today, but not much interest in my drawings so we just sat there. Well I did, Cathleen was snuggled up beside me with her feet tucked under her in the way us guys just can't do.

Around two Robert came by, holding an envelope. "Hey Taylor."

"Hey Robert, how you doing?"

He shrugged, "A little better each day." He held up the envelope, "Found this on my desk this morning."

"Yeah."

"Did the meeting with Connie go that badly?"

I grinned and took Cathleen's hand in mine intertwining our fingers and brought the back of her hand to my lips. "Nah, I just had a better offer."

Robert just grinned and chuckled.

"And despite the lies your wife tells you, Cathleen had much better legs than you do."

He just kicked his head back laughing, Cathleen gasped and then grabbed my face for a nice kiss.

He slapped my knee as he got up, "You going to work out the two weeks?"

"Sure, unless you need to start someone. It would be just terrible to have to spend more time with Cathleen."

He just shook his head grinning with a side glance at Cathleen, "Yeah, I could see how that would be just an extreme hardship on your part." He waived the envelope at me, "I have a few people coming in for interviews, I'll let you know. You take care if I don't see you before then."

"Will do," I managed to get out before I was accosted again.

While I was dealing with women, I remembered to call mom and leave her a message I was going to stop by tomorrow to pick up a few things. She was generally home, but I had been gone for almost a year so just dropping by unannounced was not in the cards as far as I was concerned.

"Does your mum know you're going on the road with me?"

"Not yet, I figure to get that out of the way tomorrow and then see how it goes."

We gathered up my drawings and stuff, only having sold two, and headed back to the RV for me to change into my uniform. Cathleen started teasing me by slowly lifting her skirt to almost show her panties... again!

Following me on my rounds the first hour and a half, she stopped with a grin at the Redbox kiosk.

"Two DVD's?" I asked her.

She just grinned, "Well it's either that or go shopping."

I just hung my head and groaned.

She gave me a quick kiss on the cheek, "Call me when ye get ready to take your supper break." She giggled and headed toward the North end, on a popcorn run I would imagine.

I made the rounds, ogling a few lovely ladies. Swinging by the club and seeing that Donna was indeed back. I think she saw me, but if she did it was only a quick glance and then she didn't look back again so I let it lay. The only thing I could think about was her embarrassment over what happened with the three of us that weekend.

I sent Cathleen a text, and we met up for supper at Applebee's. We planned the next two weekend festivals and her plans for me to set up on one corner of her booth. She was itching to get back out to the RV to finish her 'film'.

I just wandered the rest of the night, not much happening on a Monday. I did about fall down laughing coming into the RV. Now Cathleen laid back on the bed propped up with the remote in her hand and the sheet slipped down enough to let her lovely little tits and nipples show was wonderful.

But the carnage of the evening of 'films' was hilarious. TWO jumbo root beer floats, TWO jumbo buckets of popcorn, and THREE, count them THREE, boxes of ice cream. How does she stay so slim eating like that??

"What?"

I just pointed to the evidence and she blushed and grinned. I just got undressed and crawled in beside her.

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Mmmmmm, now this I like! I was on my stomach, left hand curled up to hold my pillow under me and right arm down my side. But in my right hand...

Cathleen had rolled partially on top of me. Firm nipple in my shoulder blade and leg across my butt. That put that lovely shaved mound in the palm of my hand. My finger coming up between her legs to discover slightly moist lips. Working it slowly back and forth, around and around increased her moisture.

"Damn Yank," Cathleen sighed as she rotated her hips to give me better access. The hand on my shoulders sliding down under her leg to grab my ass. Grinding her tit into my back a bit as she got closer.

"Aaawwww ssshhhiiiitttttteeeeeeeeee..." she gasped as she got a death grip on my ass and came on my finger.

I let her come down a bit, the little trembles subsiding before I rolled us both over to kiss her good morning, then began kissing my way down her body.

Stopping to nibble on her nipples, and catching the rings in her nipples with my tongue and lifting and twisting them a bit before continuing lower to my breakfast.

Sinking down between her legs, her aroma already filling my nose, as my ears delighted in the sound of her sticky pussy opening for me to taste.

Oh and that taste! Somehow she had gotten even sweeter in the last few days. Such creamy delights, savoring her on my tongue and yet wanting to suck down as much as I could. Diving back in for seconds, and thirds, and fourths, and...

And for as much as I didn't want to quit, the hands in my hair dragging me up her body told me I had other duties to perform. Oh the pure torture of it all. Sliding up her delicious body, I made certain Cathleen's firm nipples rubbed across my chest to tease her. Stopping with the tip of my cock just barely between her lips. Looking her in the eye I hesitated for a moment before watching her trying not to close her eyes as I sunk in completely in one long slow stroke.

Cathleen pulled me down on top of her as her pussy rippled up and down my cock without me moving. Slowly she was beginning to rock her pelvis under me for a bit more action. Having to get up onto my elbows to grip her shoulders and get better leverage to begin loving her like she deserved.

Reveling in being encased in her pussy, I slowly pulled back out until I could almost drop from her. Picking up the pace and yet not wanting to, the lust for her overtaking me until we were a pair of panting screaming bodies yelling out our release as we came. Cathleen coming hard and her clenching pussy bringing me off right behind her. I wonder if the Waffle House customers will miss hearing us when we are on the road?

Rolling on my back and taking Cathleen with me, holding her tight as I tried to stay in her, her funny little groan as I slipped from her drenched pussy.

No words, just looks and touches and caresses as we got up. Me scooting behind her, letting my wet cock slide across her ass made her jump and snicker.

Watching her little tits move and jiggle slightly as she bent over to lift the shower pan cover. Cathleen sticking her tongue out at me and wiggling her ass at me when she caught me ogling her tits. Giving me a quick peck on the lips and a grope of my cock before jumping in the shower. It was my turn to get the coffee pot started. Only a light breakfast as mom would be cooking for an army knowing I was coming over.

WOW! Cathleen got out one of her Victoria's Secret bags and held up a bra and panty set grinning at me. A nice lacy bra and panty set. While it was still a padded and formed cup, it wasn't as heavily padded as most of her others. A nice wide strip of sheer lace on the edges and a few pink threads running through them for decoration.

Her new bra still hid her nipples and made her chest appear a bit bigger, but the panties cupping her pussy much better than anything I had seen her in yet. And since summer was still hanging on by its fingernails, a light sleeveless dress let a hint of lace and pink show if I was to look and plenty of leg since it was barely mid-thigh.
A nice soft hug with plenty of ass groping and we were off to mom's.

We pulled up front and I sighed, this was going to be a WHOLE lot of fun telling mom I was going on the road. Well I better at least get my stuff before the shit hit the fan.

I knocked, then opened the door, "ANYBODY HOME?"

"I'm in the kitchen," as if I couldn't have guessed that from the aroma of cooking food. We came around the corner as mom was turning to the door. "Hey honey, what's..." she locked eyes with Cathleen. "High."

Cathleen smiled that million watt smile, "High Mrs. O'Malley."

Mom's laser like gaze locked on me.

"I was going to grab a few things from my room. Maybe we could chat a bit after I've gathered things up."

Mom's eyebrow went up when I said 'chat'. I'm not exactly known for my social skills.

"I'll just grab a few things. You want to give me a hand Cathleen?"

"She's just fine right here Taylor." Mom turned to Cathleen with 'that grin', "Aren't you my dear?"

I looked at Cathleen, she gave me an odd grin and a wink, so I guess she was okay.

I headed up and began gathering things up. A few extra jackets, my heavy boots, things like that. I had taken one trip to the RV and was headed back up the stairs for the rest...

"TAYLOR REGINALD O'MALLEY!"

OH FUCK! That mom voice that is guaranteed to turn any man's spine to jelly.

I slowly backed down the two steps and cautiously made my way to the kitchen hoping I was going to come out of this reasonably intact.

I came through the doorway to see mom in full attack mode, hands on hips and wings out. Cathleen was off to one side a bit with a wide eyed expression. She shrugged her shoulders and made an 'I'm sorry' face.

"And just when were you going to tell me you were going on the road?" the hands were still on the hips.

"Well uh... that's what... what I wanted to talk to you about."

"Really..."

"Really, it's all come to a head in the last few days."

"Uh huh..."

"Really mom. Let me grab a few things and then I'll lay it all out for you."

"Okay..." the look was still there, but the wings had folded in.

I grabbed the last arm load for the RV and then returned to the kitchen. Mom must have had a premonition of some sort or she had an agenda I didn't know about. She made apple crisp heavy on the oatmeal topping. Firm but not crunchy and a fresh jumbo container of Cool Whip.

Mom pushed a huge serving and the Cool Whip to me. Cathleen grinned and then snickered a little. Mom ignored her and just stared at me.

I had a few bites and then began to relay the story. Robert's heart attack, Marcia taking over and the warning from Carlos. All of us having to carry the recorders. The last incident with my RV and the meeting at the main office.

Through the telling of the story mom's mood changed from fury at me to the fury of what happened. "Oh honey, why didn't you say something?"

I shrugged, "Not much to say. We just dealt with it. It was the luck of the draw who was going to take the brunt of it. And I really do like my drawings. I've been making a decent living weekends at the festival. And Cathleen has shown me I can do it more than just a few weekends a year."

"So your mind is made up..." she said slowly.

"I gave them my notice Friday. We have two weekends left here, then on to the next festival."

Mom's lip was trembling, "Are you able to spend some time before you go?"

Cathleen jumped in before I could respond. "Of course we can. Taylor has to work this evening, but he has Wednesday off. And it's still just evenings when he does have to work at the mall."

Mom seemed relieved. The conversation was a bit stilted at first, but eventually mom relaxed and we just chatted about this and that.

"Well it's two o'clock. We need to get going if I'm going to get to work on time."

Mom turned to Cathleen, "Well you could stay for a while my dear. We could chat a bit more, just us girls."

I looked at Cathleen over mom's shoulder and shook my head.

"I'd love to but the main reason I came with Taylor today, was to pick up supplies while he's working. But we have all day tomorrow, right Taylor."

I gulped, "Most of the day anyway. I have to run the RV in for service in the morning before the upcoming road trip. But as soon as that is done we could stop over. Probably sometime after lunch if their past history is any example."

Mom was relieved, "Anything in particular I should make for lunch?"

I smiled and chuckled, "No mom, you know what I like. Surprise me."

"Okay," she walked with us to the door, and I got a big hug like she was never going to see me again.

I had barely pulled onto the street and Cathleen couldn't hold it in. "So why didn't you want me to stay?"

"Dad will be home in a few hours. You would be the one encouraging 'the doodler' not to get a real job." I took a deep breath before continuing.

"You remember the Christmas incident I told you about?" she nodded. "Well that was just telling him I was looking at architecture, designing the outsides of buildings. Imagine what his reaction will be when I go 'doodling' full time?"

"Shiite..." she said soft and low.

"Uh huh..."

I was 'assisted' in putting on my uniform, and Cathleen put her arm in mine and walked in with me.

"More shopping?"

"Mmmm, I'm about out of ice cream."

I just shook my head. "Would you pick me up some chocolate chip this time?"

She grinned at me, "Well if I do I'll just have to eat one of mine right away to make room for it."

I grinned giving her a quick kiss and groped her ass. "Oh that sounds just terrible."

"Mmmmm, I might even have to eat two of them if I have to make room for one of your frozen pizzas."

I ran my finger up and down the crack of her ass. "You know, I can remember when that freezer held several pizzas and at least three pints of chocolate chip."

"Mmmm, and now we eat real food."

I just smiled and decided to quit while I was ahead. I went to clock in and Cathleen went shopping.

I made a few rounds before she caught up with me. We walked and talked, while giving her a brief run down on my siblings Pam and Curt and their families. She peeled off to order our supper, and I joined her two rounds later just as our food was coming out. I got a quick kiss and a grin, she had another 'film' for the evening, only one this time.

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Wednesday morning I had planned on taking the RV to the dealership for a once over to make sure I wasn't going to have any problems when I got on the road.

That was all derailed when my Leprechaun decided I needed my spell refilled. Curled up against my side stroking my firm cock to wake me. Turning around to inhale my cock as she planted her dripping pussy on my face.

I was trapped, I couldn't go anywhere. I was forced to dive into that dripping pussy and attempt to drain it. But it kept refilling and I was licking and nibbling and licking and... Damn Leprechaun!

And just when I thought I was going to get a reprieve, she began her second assault. I was wrapped up in her arms and rolled over, forced to service her body. Arms and legs wrapped around me as I entered her.

She pulled me down on top of her, mashing my chest into those hard pointed nipples. Heels in my ass driving me hard and deep into her until there was a deafening scream in my ear forcing me to imitate her as she drained my very essence.

I was finally released to roll over and lay beside her, looking back at her firm nipples still standing up proud, the sweaty sheen glowing on her tits and belly. God it sure is terrible to be used and abused like this. It must be that spell she cast on me making me want to roll over and do it all over again and again.

I gathered enough strength to turn and look at the clock, she had been torturing me for over an hour, and yet Cathleen had the strength to hop up and practically skip the few steps to the bathroom.

"Anything special you want for breakfast Luv?" she asked standing in the morning sun, the sin glinting off the golden rings in her nipples and pussy lips.

I just kicked my head back and groaned. Cathleen giggled and I heard pans on the stove. I found the strength to roll out of bed, but had to lean against the door frame to stay upright while taking a piss.

Fresh made biscuits and gravy... by a naked cook. Who needs a spell!

I did my best to prepare Cathleen for the day. Everything would be fine during the day, but come evening when dad got home it could go to hell at any time. We would stick it out as best we could, but cutting bait and leaving was well within the realm of possibilities.

"Cutting bait?" she asked.

I grinned, "An American term. Means to cut your loses, comes from a fisherman cutting his line when it was hopelessly snagged."

Cathleen grinned putting her arms around my neck, "And what about you, are you hopelessly snagged?"

I slid my hand around to her ass and got a good grip, "God I hope so."

Cathleen leaned down and renewed my spell for a bit before we got dressed, and again just before we went into the house, "Just in case."

DAMN! Mom is NOT playing fair. CINNAMON ROLLS! While these were not homemade, mom didn't do that, but long ago I had discovered an excellent brand of 'heat-n-eat'. Cathleen just rolled her eyes and mom shrugged.

I had to admit the interrogation wasn't going too badly until reinforcements arrived.

"Anybody home?" I heard after the door opened. Pam had arrived, imagine the coincidence... NOT.

I stayed in the kitchen as long as I could, but the 'hen fest' as Cathleen put it was in full force and I was forced to evacuate when Pam began regaling Cathleen of my sixth grade graduation party... and my trying to kiss Corey Livingston.

I kicked back on the couch, taking things in, noticing little things that I never really paid attention to. I saw the edges of my torn Christmas drawing behind mom's rocker.

I tried to look around the room at other things, but I kept coming back to it. WELL HELL... I went out to the RV and got out one of the extra heavy sheets of drawing paper.

I took the drawing out and set the two halves on mom's rocker and sat back on the couch to draw. I did a quick light pencil drawing to get the outline, then got the color pencils out and began filling and adding details.

I was just sketching away, I had the faces pretty much done and was starting on the hair when Pam came in to find me.

"Hey Taylor... Oh my..."

Pam stood behind me as I kept drawing. A few minutes later Cathleen came in and sat beside me, putting her arm in the one of mine that was holding the paper and putting her head on my shoulder.

"I 'aven't seen ye do color drawings before," Cathleen said.

I paused and looked at her shrugging. "They take a bit longer. Most people can't sit still long enough to get one done." I smiled and almost leaned in for a kiss and just leaned close and spoke a little softer like I was telling her a secret. "It helps this is the second time around for this one," nodding to the torn one in mom's rocker.

I was finishing up as mom came out to see why the girls had abandoned her. She looked at the drawing getting a bit misty eyed. "Oh Honey..."

I handed her the drawing, "I don't have any of the mounting matte with me, but you can get that at any craft store."

Mom handed the drawing to Pam and I was being hugged to death. She pushed me back still gripping my shoulders, and was going to go for another one when more reinforcements arrived. Logan and my nieces.

Of course that necessitated me drawing them since they saw my stuff spread out. A pair of caricatures with exaggerated eyes and ears seemed to satisfy them.

And through it all was Cathleen snuggled up beside me, her hand curled up on my bicep. That got lots of looks from Pam and just as many questions from my nieces. Cathleen grinned and 'let' a bit more of her accent out making them giggle at her.

And then the reprieve was over. Almost as if coordinated first Curt came through the door, followed a few minutes later by dad. They both started to say something as they came around the corner from the entryway, but came up short seeing Cathleen curled up with me.

I made introductions, but the conversation was a bit stilted. I could tell they both wanted to speak their mind about me going on the road 'doodling' instead of listening to more stories from Cathleen to my nieces. And somehow the conversation was steered to the dresses worn at the festival. Mom making a bit of a comment on the exposure some of the outfits had.

"Well part of it is the attention to detail of the participants," Cathleen said.

Mom's mouth dropped open, "But to leave yourself so... so... so exposed."

I caught the barest hint of a grin from Cathleen. "Well to be true to the time period, yes. Remember the corset and such wasn't around until the mid-sixteenth century, and the modern bra didn't come into being until the early twentieth."

Mom actually gasped, I almost chuckled. Like I said before, she really did think the first thing Eve did was find a bra and panty.

Of course that lead to all sorts of questions from my nieces about the renaissance festival, and before you knew it they had talked Cathleen into modeling her dress. And getting to check out Uncle Taylor's RV was just an added bonus.

Cathleen and the girls had barely closed the door behind him and dad turned to me. "Really Taylor? Going gallivanting around the country doodling."

"I..."

"And how long do you think it will last? How long before you have to settle down and get back to a real job?"

"People make a living at it all the time."

"Living like a gypsy?"

I just shrugged, "Cathleen has been doing it for several years now, and I'm making decent money, so yeah."

"Doodling..."

I shrugged again, "Some people think I have some talent."

Dad just made a noise.

And then I got some reinforcement from and unexpected source.

"Dad," I heard Pam say. We turned to her and she was holding up the drawing I had just redone.

"So he took a few days to re-do it."

"No dad, I watched Taylor do it while he was sitting here. Probably half an hour at most."

Dad just grunted and was going to say more when the girls came back in. Cathleen looked absolutely beautiful in that dress, she knew it was my favorite of all the ones she had.

I got up to take her hand, kissing her palm and then giving her a quick peck before turning and putting my arm around her waist as we faced the group.

Pam's mouth was open and she was wide eyed. Mom was teary eyed, Curt and dad were stone faced. Cathleen had made bonus points with my nieces by doing a bit of makeup and hair on them while they were out there.

Mom chose this time to herd us all to the kitchen, she and Cathleen had set up a bit of a buffet for everyone to nibble on. Mom, Pam, and by extension my nieces, were all digging into the salad. They tried to get Cathleen have some, but she looked at me quickly before responding as she took some ham to put on her dinner roll. "No thank you, I'm not into rabbit food."

I had to take a bite of my roll to keep a straight face. We went back out to the living room and sat around nibbling. Dad couldn't take it and turned the TV on catching the last bit of the news.

A few local stories, the weather report saying we were going to have another nice weekend. Switching to a bit of national news and a blurb of Barry on one of his worldwide apology tours, rambling on that we weren't anything special, that citizens of all countries thought they were exceptional. What a dick.

Curt just nodding and grinning, "Really, everyone should be just as good as everyone else."

I just looked at him. "Really Curt? All those years of education and you don't have a clue what 'American Exceptionalism' really means."

He just glared at me.

"I mean even Cathleen knows what that means and she's not even from this country."

I felt her grip tighten on my arm as Curt continued to glare at me. "And just what does it mean smarty pants?"

"Does 'a charter of negative liberties' give you a clue?"

I felt Cathleen's grip loosen. Curt still hadn't said anything. "It's our constitution. I may not have liked history, but I did pay attention."

"Every country has a constitution of some sort. What's that got to do with it?"

"Everything. Most countries back in the times of kings and monarchs were set up so that the government tells the people what they can and cannot do. The government has free reign."

"So?"

"Our founding fathers didn't want that to happen to us again after King George. No more dictatorship. Our constitution was the first written the other way around. The people have the power to tell the government what it can and cannot do. The government can only do what they are specifically allowed to do, not prevented from doing specific things and having free reign in everything else. That's what makes America Exceptional."

Curt got his dander up and gave a highly sophisticated response, "Bullshit."

"Watch your language Curt," Pam scolded him. Dad just grinned at him.

Mom tried to sooth the feathers serving dessert, but Curt was just being an ass. We finished our pie and I got up and began gathering my supplies.

Mom came up beside us as I handed Cathleen some of my things, "You're not going to stay a while?"

"I would love to mom," I turned to make sure that my nieces were glued to the TV. "But since Curt has his head up his ass we're going to take off before this blows up like Christmas did," I continued a bit quieter.

Mom's lip was trembling, "I love you honey." She turned to look at Cathleen. "It was nice seeing you again Cathleen. You two take care now, okay?"

Cathleen was going to say something, but mom surprised us both by giving her a big hug as well. Cathleen nodded her head toward me, "Well somebody has to keep him from running around in old bed sheets."

There was a little snicker between them and we headed out. I drove out of habit back to the mall, not saying much as Cathleen changed back into her street clothes.

It was still early so we strolled the mall a bit, Cathleen letting me think for a bit. She finally couldn't hold it in. "Your dad really doesn't appreciate your talent does he?"

I chuckled, "Dad thinks it's not a real job. Working for a big company or sitting in a cubicle for several years before making any real money is a real job."

"But ye don' 'ave to do that to be successful."

"Mmmmm, part of it is family history. My great grandfather worked the assembly line. My grandfather was a line supervisor and then a section supervisor after a few college classes. Dad was the first to get an actual college degree and get into management. If I had to guess he views me doing my drawings as a step back."

"Wanker," I heard her mutter.

I chuckled and slid my hand down to grab and squeeze her ass making her squeak and jump.

We decided to have an evening in. We hit RedBox for a Harry Potter DVD and the theaters for a big tub of popcorn. Kicked back watching the movie with Cathleen sitting between my spread legs leaned back into my chest. My hand across her chest.

She snickered when I slid my hand inside her dress and bra strap letting my hand come to a rest on the top slope of her tit. She sighed when I pulled it back out to undo a couple of buttons so I could slide my hand directly into her bra cup and cup her tit and hard nipple. "Damn Yank."

"Damn Leprechaun," I whispered in her ear before I kissed her neck and gave her nipple a slight squeeze.

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And now for my disclaimers which were inspired by JimBob44, thanks for the inspiration.

Yes, I never met a comma or ellipse I didn't like.

Yes, it jumps around too much.

Yes, it's in the wrong category.

Yes, it's too long.

Yes, it's too short.
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