© 2004 by Andrew Wiggin Chapter 22: The Quick Years The Year 13 Deirdre's Story: I had to go into town to pick up something at the drugstore, so I grabbed Emma to go along for the ride. We have a rule in our house: no parent goes anywhere without being accompanied by an eKid. There have been rumblings over the years about us. We've heard them. We've re...
Maurice and Miriam Smith had it all or so it seemed. They were the epitome of the typical young upwardly mobile professional couple as known as 'yuppies.' They had been high school sweethearts and attended the same state university. While Maurice played around some in college and joined a fraternity, Miriam probably would have joined a sorority but money was...
Gemini awoke in the most pleasant manner she could think of; with her cheek resting against a firm, hard-nippled breast and her hand wrapped around a nice hard cock. Was there a better way to wake up? Yes, not having to pee so badly she was afraid of wetting the bed. Reluctantly releasing her hold on the inspiringly hard cock, Gemini gently lifted her fac...
Actually my wicked plans for dominating and oppressing Margot were actually extremely minimal. I was going to make her dress up nicely for me and then, like candy under my arms, I was going to take her about to all of the 'can't miss' places I knew of in San Francisco, and I knew hundreds just off the top of my head. In actuality, getting to even the top lay...
The prospect was just too tempting not to investigate further. When Donald Meadows was sent an exclusive invitation from Mistress Veronique to an event that was described as a private, very real, and completely voluntary interracial slave auction, he first thought it might be a party or munch where people meet and greet but he certainly couldn't believe that...
Over the next few days I repeatedly pleasured myself as I studied the lovely cursive AC brand Agatha Crush had shown me. I couldn't stop wondering about how it might look on my bottom. Fortunately there were plenty of videos on the web about how to create a temporary tattoo. By scanning the image of Professor Crush's AC monogram I was able to transfer a basi...
Please read the previous chapters before this one to understand the story up to this point. None of these chapters are stand-alone. This chapter does contain erotic scenes. Enjoy! * Pam went to the library to continue reading the book on dreams. I gave her $200 in cash to pay for lunch and for whatever else she needed; then dressed and headed down the m...
Tuesday, January 4, 1881 God save me from these post-Christmas doldrums! Everything gets so frightfully boring this time of year. Whereas one month ago all the great houses of London were festooned in their finest decorations and every night someone was only too eager to throw a soiree worthy of fond remembrance, now we are all adrift in a sea of ennui. The...
Iris had another friend—someone she had known ever since she had begun teaching at Westminster College four years ago. Marla Roberts was an elderly professor of history who had been instrumental in hiring Iris in the first place, recognizing that this graduate of Villanova and Bryn Mawr was far too good a prospect not to snap up. In fact, she had worried th...
"What is it? What's the matter, Meghan?" "That's a strange question to ask right after we've returned from Sal's funeral," I answered. "It's not Sal I'm asking about," Taylor answered. "Sal lived nearly a year longer than the doctor's gave him. He'd been reconciled with the inevitable and prepared for months." No, Taylor was right. I didn't mourn Sal Sing...