A hand reached out, I think it was Charles', and ripped the tank top to shreds and tossed it on the floor.A different hand worked the same magic on her satin shorts, leaving the screaming Maggie in heels only as hands took possession of tits, pussy and ass.Wanting to know the players, I whispered in' Jason's ear, "Who is who?"Whispering, too, he answered my question. "You know Charles and Johnny. The one attached to her left tit is Barry. He is paired with Carol who got ten today for dropping the plate in the dinning room. He takes care of the cars as mechanic and driver. The one standing back is Stan, my cook. He is Maggie's partner and knows her the best, as you can tell as he's taking his belt out of his pants. The other one is Thomas the butler, who is paired with Karen, an assistant cook for him along with Maggie."Getting the players straight and their relationships with others in the house, I turned my attention back to the action. It was obvious, by quick glances directed i
Tess met Josh at the most unlikely of places: a baptism.Tess had only come because Liz had begged her to. She had blown off a party that she'd much rather go to, but sometimes you just had to do family things. Liz was her cousin after all, through her father's brother Peter, and once they had been the closest of friends, and it was Liz who was getting baptized.Tess had gone searching through her clothes looking for something demure enough to wear to a baptism, and had only just succeeded. The skirt was too short, and the blouse too thin, but it would have to do. Once she wouldn't have had a problem finding the right clothes; Tess had grown up going to the church, a good little Sunday school girl, and best friends with Liz. But on the day after her sixteenth birthday, she had announced to her parents that she was no longer going to go to church, no longer interested in that boring religious crap, and she was now in charge of her own life, thank you very much. They wept, and wailed, a
Eventually the doctor came back, and sat down next to the bed."Tess, you're pregnant, about 6 weeks."Tess felt herself sliding away. There was no way she could deal with this. Pregnant? Oh no. But how? She cast her mind back four weeks, and then remembered. "Oh no, the gang bang", she whispered."It looks to me like you have an ectopic pregnancy.""What's that?" Tess asked."It means that instead of being implanted in the uterus like it's supposed to, the egg has gotten implanted in the wrong place, one of your tubes, and now that it's trying to grow into a baby, you're getting pain and probably bleeding. We have to confirm this with an ultrasound, which I'm going to go and organize now. If it is an ectopic pregnancy, it won't be viable.""Baby" and "not viable" were pretty much the only words that Tess heard in all that. Once the doctor finally left to go and organize the ultrasound, Tess burst into tears. A baby? Pregnant? And not viable? Tess had absolutely no idea how to feel. S
On the other hand, in the group class on Sunday morning, she'd been quite outspoken. He'd watched as she gave the leader a hard time. It might have been more than two years, but she'd still remembered her way around the Bible. So she was smart too. All in all, she had quite a lot going for her, but it was a real shame that she had chosen the wrong direction in her life. Now she would have to rethink her direction, and she might choose a much better direction. Josh hoped that Tess wasn't going to breach the walls he had built round his heart, but he knew that he had to let it happen some time. However if he got involved with her, he'd never know whether she chose her own direction, or was just doing what she thought he'd want.Yes, Tess was trouble.Tess had a few more visitors before she was discharged. Her parents came to visit along with her younger sister and brother, and Liz came by a couple of times, once with a group of the other guys and girls from the church. But none of her s
But things were only almost perfect. Tess knew there was something missing from her relationship with Josh, and it wasn't hard to know what it was. Josh had turned into an expert kisser. Well, perhaps it was better to say that they had figured out together exactly how to really get each other worked up. And there was the problem. Tess was just so worked up. It was lovely to spend good kissing time with Josh, trying to get their bodies to share the same space, but that was all they did, and it just wasn't enough when she looked after herself with her trusty bedside friend, a present from the oldest man she'd ever had, the one she'd never needed before.They had a rule: underwear on. That meant that underwear stayed on and hands stayed off those areas. And that rule was driving Tess nuts. She'd decided to take it slow and steady with Josh, and they had, and she wasn't sorry that she'd done that. She still felt incredibly lucky to have Josh, but she felt as though he was still holding ba
"Josh asked me to talk to her. Do you have any idea where she is?"Tess' mother burst into tears."Please, what is going on there?"Eventually, Tess' mother replied. "Tess got in really late on Friday night. Early Saturday morning, Josh charged into the house and into her room. He was in there about 30 seconds, then she screamed and he charged straight back out of the house. Since then she's been hiding under her desk wailing for two whole days. She won't speak to any one. She's a total mess.""I'm coming straight round."Liz was shocked when she entered Tess' room. It was far worse than her mother had made it sound. Tess was curled up in a fetal position under her desk looking at the wall, sobbing, wearing only panties. Her hair was all in knots, and the room stank. Liz carefully approached Tess. Her mum had said that when she had tried to move Tess, Tess had screeched like a rabid cat and scratched her. A good one on the face, Liz had seen it.Liz sat down on the floor next to Tess,
The day I met my uncle for the first time, I was seventeen years old.I felt something shift in the air.I’d never met Damien, my father’s estranged brother, before who I always heard was the black sheep of the family. Who I always heard traveled the world doing “God knows what,” as my father would say.I didn’t ask why he was suddenly at our house for a visit all those years ago. I was curious about this newfound family member and why I’d never met him before or why my father saw him as a “bad guy.”But I never asked because I didn’t think Dad would tell me anyway.I could still picture that first day Damien walked through our front door. His body was hulking and clothed in all black. And whatever flesh I could see had been covered in tattoos. I wondered if his chest and back were as tatted up as arms, hands, and neck.Is his body as defined as it seems through his shirt?Damien screamed menace.I could see him as a mob boss or maybe a crime lord. He gave off vibes he reigned the und
Or maybe it was just sinking in that I’d be left here alone when the storm would be hitting. Yes, that had to be it. There was no other explanation for it.My parents started talking again, reminding me how to turn on the gas fireplace if we lost power, then said goodbye after they each gave me a warm hug and kisses on my cheeks. A moment later, I heard the front door open and close then their car starting. I stood there and listened to their engine fade into the distance.I tipped my wine glass back and swallowed a mouthful then went back for a second glass. Then a third. I had one goal in mind tonight—finish that bottle of wine and watch a movie until I passed out. Then I wouldn’t have to think about being left alone during a snowstorm. Yes, I was an adult, and my parents shouldn’t have had to worry about their daughter like they did when I was ten and scared of thunder, but still.Couldn’t they have postponed date night until after the inclement weather? Fortheirsafety as well?I g