It was really great when the company went to a flex hours schedule. Not only did the noon to eight schedule fit my life style better; it gave me the opportunity to meet our cleaning lady. Terry, a young freckled blond with huge tits certainly wasn't your typical cleaning lady. At first a person would think that she was a bit hefty, but as I watched her work,...
WEEK ONE – THE ORIENTATION Sometimes...rarely but sometimes...there is a moment where life is perfect. As I sat in the windowless basement buried snugly in the bowels of Tribeca, I reflected that this was one of those moments. For in the next ten minutes, Mr C would walk into my life and all would be right for the world. For the sake of privacy, I sh...
Tuesday, August 4th, 2020 Parent-teacher nights at Sofia Vergara's Summer School for Girls were always a sight to behold. Such evenings at more traditional schools generally made for a rather drab affair, and while crowning moments of such events might include a balding, divorcee English teacher questioning a dumpy housewife about their daughter's choice of...
When you leave school in Britain everyone tells you how important it is to go to university and get a degree. What they don't tell you is that these days just about every school leaver with half a brain cell is doing the same thing. As a result, unless you study at one of the great institutions, you qualify in some very specialised field, or you're an academ...
Chapter 32 – Sisters, Friends and Lovers Pre-wedding games and massages, the ceremony We checked into our rooms after our arrival at the resort. Again, thanks to Ivy's perseverance, we had a suite and the large bedroom had been refurnished to have four king size beds and one queen in it. Thus we could easily accommodate the fourteen of us in the core wed...
The small but sturdy steel cart almost turned on it's side as Raspberry made the sharpest turn on the trail. Nick, like always, breathed an almost invisible sigh of relief, thankful that he wasn't thrown out. Raspberry was the absolute best pony girl he could have hoped for. Her powerful strides and devotion when under the reins, left him constantly in awe....
Here is some stuff that I wrote that made me laugh. Hope it does you, too [what the fuck does that mean?]. * I have a great-grandmother, still alive at 92 years old... but we're not close... I owe her money. My attorney wants me to "wait her out." I was a victim of identity theft not too long ago. But the guy turned himself in... He was afraid I'd ruin HI...
Dominis came into the control compartment and scanned the console before making his relief and saw that the cybernetics were switched off and the feed to the internal intelligence was bypassed. "What happened, Petruk, did the ship malfunction?" he asked. "You're on deck early," Petruk said. "Trouble sleeping?" "According to my chron it's past my watch," D...
At eighty-two years old, I thought all I had left to do was wait to die. When I got real sick, the agency sent over a girl to take care of me for a few hours a day. Ginger was one of those real brainy girls who graduated from high school when she was fourteen, got a degree in pre-med by the time she turned eighteen. She was working for the agency to help pay...
The following is a completely fictional account based on true events. Any resemblance between the characters in this story and the real-life people they depict is purely coincidental. May 25, 1972 Fritz Peterson stood on a hill of dirt, amid a field of green, surrounded by a wall of blue fringed along the top with a distinctive gleaming-white façade. He wo...