new.!.!.! (mff) (20k)
(date posted: Thursday, January 10, 2019)
Revised Version; Friday, 10 January 2019. Spelling, composition and grammar hopefully improved. Billy's sisters think he's retarded. Of Course that's all right with Billy.
River of Profundities
(date posted: Thursday, November 23, 2000)
Revised version; 31 December 2018. Spelling and changes for clarity. What can horny sisters do when their brother is a dreamer?
I Need A Joint
(date posted: Saturday, December 22, 2018)
Well, the old turkey was dead at last but he left a legacy of incestuous perversion. Revised Version: Thursday PM, 7 December 2018. Hopefully grammar and punctuation was corrected and clarity was improved. Some detail was added.
(date posted: Tuesday, January 26, 2015)
Billy is leaving in a hurry with his sister and cousins comments_mrdouble: OK. Second Try. I'm pretty sure the story left my computer correctly and your thank you page said it arrived. Could my cheapskate provider be cutting files of certain sizes? This one is 77kb before compression.
(date posted: Friday, May 16, 2014)
Nookie and Cookie have Billy on the erasing the virginity anathema program.
Visiting The Ogre
(date posted: Thursday, May 01, 2014)
Lucee from the city visits an ogre with us.
The Shaman's Song
(date posted: Monday, April 21, 2014)
The witches and cheifs are on the old shaman's case
Daydreams and Daymares
(date posted: Saturday, April 05, 2014)
Billy daydreams with his little sister
(date posted: Wednesday, December 18, 2013)
That cum-sucking slut fucked my only son to an early death.
Gang of Friends
(date posted: Friday, December 13, 2013)
Bonnilu joins our gang
Working the Cruise Ships
(Complete menagerie) (53k)
(date posted: Saturday, November 30, 2013)
Sailing the seas with the son of a stuttering heathen.
Lust Versus Lust
(MFF mfff) (33k)
(date posted: Monday, November 11, 2013)
The lust for sex collides with the lust for money.
Oasis Trailer Park
(mf mff fF) (20k)
(date posted: Sunday, November 10, 2013)
(MF fffff) (47k)
(date posted: Thursday, September 19, 2013)
(edited to use brackets to indicate telepathy) Sometimes being a Hero is difficult
Springing It On Me
(mfMF Submissive Slut Mom) (34k)
(date posted: Tuesday, September 10, 2013)
Gramps gets it sprung on him when he's not ready for it
A Day In The Life
(mFff, mom slut, incest) (16k)
(date posted: Saturday, January 12, 2013)
Oh no, not again.
Oh, My Happy Home
(date posted: Monday, January 18, 2010)
My happy home was in peril. My little sister had a bestest friend
(date posted: Monday, March 23, 2009)
Billy is a year older and learning how to play the blues.
(date posted: Thursday, September 20, 2007)
William W. Williams gets reincarnated to share the body of seven-year-old Billy Lopez and his life with Aunt Nela and Cousin Mimi.
(mff, bro/sis/sis, humor) (21k)
(date posted: Sunday, August 19, 2007)
Annette and Josette transpose my life.
(m/fF demon) (22k)
(date posted: Wednesday, September 27, 2006)
Oh lord. my little sister had decided she was a witch and wanted her own demon.
(date posted: Saturday, August 06, 2005)
"Today is Tuesday, the twenty-third of July, in the year of our lord nineteen hundred and fifty-four and the time is six twenty-seven in the A of M." The radio in the kitchen reported as I came in lugging the pail of fresh milk I had just coaxed from Suzy-Q our milk cow. I heaved the pail on the countertop and mom gave it sniff. Suzy-Q evidently hadn't been eating bitter weeds because mom nodded approvingly. If mom hadn't liked the milk I would have to lug it back to the barn and slop it to the hogs. "Get your sisters out of bed," Mom smiled, "breakfast is almost ready."
Too Dumb to Cum
(date posted: Friday PM, May 07, 2004)
"Listen, young lady," I said sternly, "little girls should not ask adult men questions like that, No, you cannot see my cock and play with it, and furthermore we better talk with your mama about this." "I don't see why not." Nikki returned blithely, "I'm not going to tell anyone and get you in trouble. You just told me you like little girls and I'm a little girl. Has a little girl ever, ever, played with your cock? You might like it." Jesus. What a cheeky kid, sitting across from me at my tiny kitchen table, big blue eyes teasing mine without blinking. "I might suck on it," She grinned wickedly, "How long has it been since somebody sucked you off?" "Jesus X. McNitty, Nikki!" I squawked, "Where did you learn to talk like that? Dear lord, they're not teaching things like THAT in your sex education classes at school, are they?" "Nah, but they oughta," Nikki returned offhandedly, "they really don't teach us much of anything in sex education. A kid like me has to learn it on her own and it's a pain in the butt sometimes because I'm sure not getting much help from you."
(date posted: Saturday, May 31, 2003)
My wife and daughter were handling Maribeth's condition just fine until that icy Sunday morning.
(date posted: Thursday PM, November 20, 2003)
LuAnn's fingers began moving between my face and her wet warm pussy so I took a last quick slurp and pulled my head back. Her face was screwed up in a frozen expression that she gets while she's cumming. Her trembling knees were hooked over my shoulders so I smoothed my hands on her slim thighs until her face relaxed and big blue eyes fluttered open and focused followed by some rushed breathing that ended in a toothy grin. Hands moved away from her puss and little fingers waggled invitation so I scrabbled up to rub my aching red glans between her wet plump pussylips. "You better not poke it in me." LuAnn warned quickly.
(date posted: Tuesday PM, Oct 22, 2002)
Bill goes on a sailing vacation with his children and their female cruise capitan.
(date posted: Saturday PM, Aug 10, 2002)
Supper with what was left of my family was delicious. Roast beef with rice and gravy is one of my favorites. Green and yellow squash with a little feta cheese sprinkled on it added a little gourmet touch. My daughter was a much better cook than her mother. My wife had divorced me a few days after the shit hit the fan, changed her name and fled to New Zealand to escape the notoriety and embarrassment of being married to a low-life embezzler type like me. My daughter had the same general sentiments as her mother and would just soon not be looking at me across her supper table but her husband was a pretty nice fellow, a real estate lawyer who was willing to suffer the social embarrassment of crooked in-laws just to keep track of the legal aspects of my predicament so he and his cohorts could have a few snickers. "I never thought I'd see you on television but there you were." My daughter whined accusingly, "Standing up before that senate committee and taking the fifth on every question they asked. My own daddy, I nearly died."
Schemes And Dreams
(date posted: Wednesday PM, March 27, 2002)
OK. Mom was a incestuous pedophile pervert. Elaine and I can live with that. Living with perverted schemes and dreams will probably take a little getting used to.
(M/Ff mf) (24k)
(date posted: Monday PM, February 11, 2002)
"Oh, Bill," Louise sighed, "Our baby is so hot!" Yep, I was about to cum my brains out. Maribeth's mouth was busily slurping up and down my tightly swollen cock. My little sweety sure gets into cock sucking, blonde curls flying, chuffing noisily through her nose, hot slobber dribbling down my cockshaft. It throbbed and she squealed excitedly, lips tightened around my glans and she was sucking mightily before the first wad exploded out. I squawked and my backbone arched. Maribeth squeals with hot delight when I spurt into her mouth. She shudders as she swallows each wad.
(date posted: Monday PM, December 17, 2001)
The wind blowing my daughter's perversity keeps her old daddy on his back. Thankfully he has the assistance of her daughters.
(date posted: Friday PM, November 09, 2001)
Billy and Estelle had a new foster mother and Estelle thinks she's a pervert.
(date posted: Thursday PM, October 18, 2001)
Lord, Lord, My granddaughter was fucking her brother and her mama thought her old casket selling daddy could help.
(m/ff M/FF) (11k)
(date posted: Monday PM, June 18, 2001)
I stuck my face in the exhaust from the microwave, closed my eyes and let the buttery scent of popping corn fill my head. Mom watched me out of the corner of her eye while she and Kathy filled the dishwasher. Kathy glanced at me and sniggered. I stuck one thumb in my ear with my fingers closed and slowly straightened each finger starting with the pinky. When popping started I did a little squeaky soft-shoe because of my sneakers with my elbows flapping and chuffing harsh sounds out of my nose. When the scent of popping corn became slightly harsh I rolled my eyes back in my head, pointed to the ceiling with one hand, flubbered my tongue and punched the off button on the microwave with the other. "You didn't let it run three minutes!" Mom frowned. "Please, ladies," I chided quietly, "When the maestro pops corn there must be complete silence." "But the package says at least three minutes," Mom squawked. I cast her a disdainful glance, opened the microwave and removed the hot swollen bag of popcorn and carried it over to the counter pinched between two fingers with my pinky curved artfully. "Stand back please," I cautioned politely, "Steam may escape from the bag in an explosive manner."
Long Strange Trip
(date posted: Thursday PM, June 07, 2001)
Lord, what did I do to deserve it. There was lushly trimmed grass between the inlaid stepping-stones down the short slope to the kidney shaped pool. On the other side of the pool even more lawn then big shade trees. On the other side of the trees was a golf course. I sat like a hairy old wart on my daughter's patio viewing this idyllic scene just as a bright ray of morning sunshine came over my shoulder. It did look nice as it sparkled the morning mist in low-lying areas. "Daddy, I'm leaving now," My daughter called through the half-closed patio door, I'll be back about three. The little show-offs aren't going anywhere. I told them not to bother you." I grunted and waved a hand. Tires on gravel sound came in a little while. Damn foreign cars are quiet, couldn't hear the motor. Three more days and I would be fishing the muddy Bayou LaGrew, outta here, by god.
Systematic Double-A Bullshit
(No Sex, Another DoubleRoast) (12k)
(date posted: Monday PM, June 04, 2001 )
The end of civilization as we know it. Ol'Double will keep the Wolf from our door.
(date posted: Friday PM, June 01, 2001)
I heard the motor straining a half-mile away, trying to get out of the mud hole where the road gets too close to Soggy Bayou. It would be another month before that stretch of dirt road dried out. Looked like I had a visitor. It was either the law or a bible salesman. I hadn't seen the law much lately. A deputy sheriff used to come by monthly. I was a suspicious character living out here all by myself. Bible salesmen evidently didn't need a reason. I poured myself another cup of coffee and went out on the porch to sit in my old wooden rocker and await the turkey, reviewing in my head all the nasty things I wanted to say to salesmen that interrupted my privacy. Pretty soon a shiny black Mercedes came out of the trees, easing along to avoid muddy spots. Interesting car, it wasn't a bible salesman, they drive Japanese imports, this was the latest in German engineering. Power window came down smoothly and a curly red head and bright green tee clad shoulders popped out. Mouth was cupped to shout across the twenty yards between the road and the porch. "Hey!" The call came clearly, "Are you the cranky turkey they told us about in the K-Mart in Boudreauville, the one that buys eighty bags of eight-two-six fertilizer at a time."
(date posted: Tuesday PM, May 29, 2001)
Statistics is sort of neat. A mixture of orderly mathematics and fantasy but if you screwed it enough you could see the future as a fantasy. I see it mostly as never-ending surprises that I'm not ready for. Anyway, statistics pretends large amounts of things follow orderly mathematical rules that allow us some indication of the future performance of those large amounts of things. Accountants love dollars as things. The dollar reality seems to follow some statistical algorithms pretty closely. Tonight I was contemplating bell curves. Statisticians first bragged everything could be fitted into bell curves because humans seemed to fit bell curves nicely. I wondered how they measured the evident human vanity in that statement. The medical records of millions of GI's after World War Two were surveyed. Sure enough, there were about the same number of short GI's as there were tall GI's. Extrapolating that to assume there were about the same number of tall and short people in the whole world follows, maybe.
(date posted: Thursday PM, May 17, 2001)
Billy finds the Assessment of Academic Acheivement test to be a true pain in the ass.
(date posted: Wednesday PM, May 09, 2001)
"Lemmie see your thing, your penis." "Good grief, Meredith," I groaned, "You don't just run up to people and asks to see their privates, besides, you've seen it before." "Not since Christmas, and you're publaseesent now, mama said so. It's supposed to be different." Meredith had one hand on the back of my chair, one on the edge of my desk and one knee on my thigh, rocking herself idly on one foot, violet eyes on my face, waiting for me to comply with her request. Jesus, I wish our parents would quit talking about me in front of her like she was numb. She was almost ten years old, for god's sake. And didn't they see that she was dangerously intelligent. They also need to work on their diction. "That's pue-bess-ense" I corrected.
Back to Normal
(date posted: Friday PM, April 27, 2001)
Billy and his mom are having a little trouble dealing with Gramps passing away but Mighty Mildred will get things back to normal.
(date posted: Sunday PM, April 01, 2001)
My big sweety wanted to fulfill her life's desires.
Hear Ye, Hear Ye
(date posted: Thursday PM, January 04, 2001)
Billy and the Department of Human Services go to court.
(date posted: Thursday PM, November 16, 2000)
The old man felt the urge to go down the mountain and see the little girls. It was a long trip that he did not take very often and he was a practical man so he reviewed his simple needs to find other reasons to make the trip. There was still half a bag of salt and he did not like sugar, preferring honey he found in beehives in the jungle. There was little else in the way of foodstuffs he needed beside salt. His garden provided everything he wanted. He raised a few chickens that he shared with a great eagle that visited sometimes. If he felt a need to change his diet he set a snare for a wild pig. He did like to sip Tequila occasionally but the bottle he had was nearly full.
(date posted: Thursday PM, November 16, 2000)
Kathy becomes the guardian of Mike and Molly
(date posted: Thursday PM, November 09, 2000)
"Kathy," I groaned, "This is crazy and could blow everything." "Fooey," Kathy dismissed my protest, "You're too big to fuck me and you gotta fuck somebody. Who is that blonde over there?" It was back to school night. The cafeteria at my junior high was filled with faculty, students and families. Mom was jabbering with my math teacher. Dad had copped out and was home watching the American League playoffs. My little sister had decided that I needed to expand my horizons. I searched the crowd. There were too many blondes. "Which one?" I queried. "The one with boobs, ninny." Kathy hissed.
(date posted: Thursday PM, November 09, 2000)
Good Kids and Saturday morning cartoons
(date posted: Monday PM, October 23, 2000)
Our intrepid hero in the wilds of Brazil.
Grope My Tits
(date posted: Friday PM, September 22, 2000)
Camping with Jo and Kim.
(date posted: Thursday PM, September 14, 2000)
"Good grief, Louise!" Dad exploded, "Are you outta your tree?" Hot dog. Here we go again, my sexy mom had just proposed that Dad should fuck my fourteen-year-old big sister. Suppertime at my house is always a blast. "Oh Daddy," Merrie pleaded, "I'm so horny all the time, just once a day, please, please, please." Dad's red face turned white. He's a pretty good dad, but he can be such a doofus sometimes. "Yeah, Dad," Mercy piped, "give her a break. Billy charges twenty-five cents a minute and he doesn't even squirt." That's me. I'm twelve. Mercy is ten. The little snitch had just blown one of my secondary sources of income after my meager allowance of five bucks a week. Computers are expensive and the market was still down. Merrie gets twenty bucks. She paid me about fifteen bucks a week to poke my cock in her hot puss. It was not bad, kinda greasy, but I never charged her if she was broke and really hard up.
(date posted: Wednesday PM, September 06, 2000)
My frozen faced sister and mom are not what they seem.
(date posted: Friday PM, August 18, 2000)
The Gospel Angeles learn an new tune.
(date posted: Friday PM, August 11, 2000)
Those reflective patches on running sneakers were marvelous. They pick up the faintest light and seem to magnify it somewhat. The dancing patches were visible several blocks away in my headlights. I let up on the pedal to avoid adding this late night jogger to the casualty lists. "Wow, Grampa, she's nekkid." Penny squeaked. Growing old is a double-edged sword, the pleasure of experience and understanding is offset by failing organs. I squinted. My ten-year-old granddaughter was right. Moons of clenching buns were definitely female. I guess nighttime streaking had become the thing for shyer exhibitionists. As we drew closer it became evident that sneakered streaker was not exercising to shed pounds. She also looked pretty young. "Sweety, roll down your window and ask that young lady if she's running from somebody when I slow down." I instructed my granddaughter.
(date posted: Tuesday PM, August 08, 2000)
The preacher's exhortations for the faithful to give their hearts and souls to god rang in the church auditorium. Now is the time, come forward and confess your faith while Jesus is tenderly calling. My mother's look of expectation toward me turned to a frown. My sister sitting next to me sighed as she squirmed slightly closer to me in reassurance. I did as he had suggested and searched my thirteen-year-old heart and soul and the answer was still fuck off. The preacher at the doorway as we exited the auditorium took my hand and expressed his disappointment that I had not come forward. I did not respond. My mother's cheeks pinked in embarrassment and barely controlled rage flared in her eyes. It was still there when we arrived home. She followed me into my bedroom. I sat on my bed as she began her tirade. I was the source of her embarrassment before god and the community. She would not loose favor in the sight of god by having an errant son. My recalcitrance was evidence of the devil in her home, a situation she would not tolerate.
Old Man And His Dog
(date posted: Sunday PM, July 30, 2000)
"Dad, you've got to help." My daughter pleaded. "Jesus, sweety," I groaned. Suzy, my fifteen year old granddaughter, squirmed on her chair at the kitchen table. "Oh please Daddy," My daughter begged now, "Just for the summer. Just to let things cool down." I eyeballed my crestfallen granddaughter. Little sweety looked too much like her grandmother, my dear departed wife. She and another cheerleader had been caught celebrating a victory with her high school basketball team in their locker room. One lad had been plugging her puss while she sucked another. The rest of the team had been recuperating or waiting their turn.
Two Percent Of Net
(b/r (by reference)) (12k)
(date posted: Friday PM, June 16, 2000)
The joker had learned how to deal with me. I checked the account we had set up for dollar transactions, my sweety had a yen for an antique tea table, and found I was ten thousand dollars richer. Woo, woo. The deposit was dated yesterday. I better check my mail. My, My, My. It was a plea to come to California again, at my convenience, but soon. Deep, deep, deep pockets had been found. New projects were under consideration. I immediately returned a missive bewailing the trials and tribulations inherent in a trip to California with insufficient funds. Reply came back in hours. Joker's language is as colorful as the clothing he wears. Looked like he had an anal fixation of some sort. He had multiple suggestions regarding what to put in my asshole.
(date posted: Thursday PM, June 15, 2000)
You got to be careful when you set your chickens free. They might be voyeur perverts.
Gang Of Six
(M/F m/ff m/ff) (33k)
(date posted: Thursday PM, June 08, 2000)
The adventures of Sissy's gang.
(date posted: Friday PM, June 02, 2000)
Ahhh, summertime. Watching my cork bob in the water was becoming a chore. I was sort of lying face down on a tree trunk that had fallen over the creek. Tomorrow, maybe, I would cut a cane pole. On this tree trunk I was far enough over the water I needed only to tie my line to a convenient branch. Cutting a cane pole tomorrow was serious. A kid with an entire summer before him making rash decisions could clutter up his future with things to do. Better take it easy. Day after tomorrow might be soon enough. My carefully negotiated thirteenth summer was began today. No summer camps, no week with grandma in the city. no dutiful two week vacation with family. God, I am brilliant. My dad had been conferring with us at the supper table about where and when to take the vacation. His company had given him a opportunity to select his vacation days any time during the year. "Why don't you schedule two weeks in the wintertime," I suggested, "then you and mom could take a two week vacation from us." I love my eleven year old sister, LuAnn. Silver tongued devil, doesn't miss a thing.
(date posted: Saturday PM, May 27, 2000)
The Bear meets the lioness and the monkey.
(Comics, MrD roasting) (11k)
(date posted: Wednesday PM, May 24, 2000)
MrD blows his chance to meet Fifi La Toots
(date posted: Wednesday PM, March 29, 2000)
Sometimes keeping your mouth shut gets you more than words.
Class Of Genius
(date posted: Friday PM, March 10, 2000)
Billy and Kathy get a little help from their sisters and create panic for the standardized testing service.
(date posted: Friday PM, February 25, 2000)
Jesus, dad was home and I had just finished fucking my little sister.
Dirty Old Man
(date posted: Saturday PM, February 12, 2000)
She needed the services provided by dirty old men.
Sex, Dope And Rock And Roll
(date posted: Friday PM, January 28, 2000)
"Wake up, sleepyhead," Vikki perked happily, "Mom's gone to the grocery store." My ten, almost eleven year old sister bounded through my bedroom door trailing paper towels from the kitchen in her hand. "Good God, Vikki," I groaned, barely awake, "Mom's gonna catch us and then she'll can my ass." "Poot," Vikki dismissed my protest as she peeled off her nightgown, "She'll be gone at least two hours, there's plenty of time." "Come on," She giggled, throwing back the covers and tugging on my arm, "You gotta pee."
(date posted: Friday PM, January 14, 2000)
"I believe you three are next." The receptionist was forcing her smiled. Nina, Nikki and me, I'm Nat, rose and followed the receptionist through a doorway and down a short hall. And, no, I don't know what our parents were smoking when they named us, our parents were Hank and Thelma. There were three padded chairs with arms arranged in front of a standard desk. No photographs, no scattered papers on the desk, just a phone with lots of buttons and a yellow pad. No other furniture. Rest of office was equally bland, green walls, dull brown carpet. Two prints on opposite walls, seashore and mountain scenes, a mirror on the back wall and a door in the wall we just came through. Nina went over to the mirror while Nikki and I sat. It was attached firmly to the wall. Nina mugged for the mirror for a moment, fluffing her hair, then stuck her thumbs in her ears and waggled her fingers while sticking out her tongue and rolling her eyes. In a very short minute a very professionally attired and very attractive young woman bustled through the door way with a thick file folder and stood behind the desk. She was trying, but she didn't look much older than me. Cheeks were slightly pink. Nina got a dirty look.
Kelly Blushed All Over
(date posted: Friday PM, January 07, 2000)
Charlie, his sisters and his girlfriend entertain themselves.
Without A Paddle
(date posted: Friday PM, December 31, 1999)
"Gollie, Josh, we are still up shit creek." My little brother Sam antagonized forlornly. We were truly up shit creek without a paddle. I was still trying to comprehend it all. My mother had come home early from work yesterday, ready to surprise us with having a mom before dinnertime. My barely fourteen year old sister had been half sitting in my twelve year old lap with her arm draped over my shoulder and her head thrown back gurgling in rhythm to my fat busy finger in her hot puss between her widespread thighs. My ten year old brother in the bunk bed above me had been standing with his hands busy in his pockets playing pocket pool and watching very interestedly. Our mom just bustled in the door with a smile and there we were, full frontal. "What are you doing." Mom had screeched. My sister just grinned at her like she was a ninny.
(date posted: Friday PM, December 24, 1999)
On the way back from delivering Mr. Purdy's cultivator I decided to stop by mama's and check up on how she was doing and see what my sister and the kids were up too. The sale of the used multi-row cultivator amounted to almost ten thousand dollars. The high prices of farm machinery still takes my breath away. A used combine goes for over a hundred thousand. That's the way I make my living. Hustling farm machinery. Computers are remaking the agribusiness like they are remaking the rest of the world. I couldn't operate without the web. That's how I had found and purchased the cultivator in Iowa for six thousand, and hauled it back to Arkansas for almost four thousand profit. Mr. Purdy had paid in carefully counted cash. Like a lot of old farmers, he didn't really trust banks or bankers. He had been robbed with a fountain pen many times. He had never been robbed with a gun. Some things computers haven't changed yet.
Ready, Ready Mama
(date posted: Friday PM, December 17, 1999)
What do you call a musician who does not have a girlfriend? Answer, Homeless. But I wasn't homeless anymore. I had a girlfriend. What does a musician lucky enough to have a girlfriend do? He cooks supper. The kids were quiet, until a sudden burst of screeches, then another interlude of quiet. The computer system the bar owner offered as payment for the night's gig was a hit with the kids. The option was to join his creditors in bankruptcy court. I had secured the interests held by the other musicians in the band mostly with promises. Somehow we had all walked away satisfied. Willie, my girlfriend's twelve year old son was a sharp kid. We have the same first name, William. I remained Bill, he got to be Willie, he won, we flipped for it.
(date posted: Friday PM, December 10, 1999)
Bill the Woodcarver meets two angels, their nanny and her four sisters.
(date posted: Friday PM, December 03, 1999)
"Bill, Won't you please come calling sometimes." LuAnn drawled quietly beside me. Southern women. Soft invitation in her voice. Hundreds of years of gentility. Not many of them left that could talk like LuAnn. Not many southern men left that would recognize the invitation either. We had just buried another one. My dead wife's uncle. LuAnn's father-in-law. We were walking together, heading back toward the parking lot on a manicured path through the graveyard the funeral parlor called a memorial park. Moss draped live oaks sheltered us from the noon summer sun. My wife's uncle had outlived his son and his niece. LuAnn's husband had been crunched between a semi truck and a bridge abutment three years ago. My wife had been eaten alive by the cancer five years ago. "Why Miz LuAnn, you gonna get tongues a'waggin again with a wanton invitation like that." I replied, my drawl is just as thick as hers. "I am wanton," She chuckled, "I'm wanton a male in my life again."
(date posted: Saturday PM, November 27, 1999)
The letter was on thick creamy bond paper. The header listed five names, the legend "Attorneys at Law", a short address, and a phone number. It was short and to the point. Dear Mr. Williams, I have been retained by Mrs. Katherine Anne Polk to arrange a personal relationship with you of a nature to be negotiated if you are so disposed to acknowledge this request. Mrs. Polk wishes to express her sincerest hope that you will accept and reply favorably. Sincerely, Marsha Friedman Friedman was the last of the five names on the header. I called my secretary in to dictate a reply. Dear Ms Friedman, Please inform Mrs. Polk that I am certainly open to negotiation and am fully aware of the consequences of her request. Also, please convey my warmest regards and appreciation for her desire to negotiate.
(M/FF,m/ff,good music) (32k)
(date posted: Friday PM, November 19, 1999)
I had noticed the bright red head the minute I entered the room. I don't think I have a weakness or fixation on redheads or any thing like that. Neither of my ex-wives were redheads. There were several other stunning women in the room I also noticed. Just a wispy memory from when I was seven years old every time I see a redhead with the bright curly locks like this one had. My dad worked for an oil company. Shortly before world war two started there arose a general concern over oil that was transported by ship from southern ports to eastern refineries. Enemy submarines loved to torpedo tankers. They burned so gloriously in the night. An emergency pipeline was built from the East Texas oil field network across Northwestern Louisiana and Southeastern Arkansas to the Mississippi River. Crude and refined products from the Texas refineries were routed to river barges and distributed safely to Midwestern States so they could get an uninterrupted supply of rationed gasoline all during the war.
(M/F,m/f,F/mf, good eating) (34k)
(date posted: Saturday PM, November 13, 1999)
Ahhh suppertime. My sweet darling of fourteen years had done it again. Tender breaded pork chops, crisp green string beans, cornbread and iced tea. Tim, my twelve year old son and a chow hound like his dad, sat in his chair with his eyes closed and nose quivering as he drew in those delicious aromas. Only kid on the block that was never late for supper. Louise, my sweet darling, called out to Jenny, our fourteen year old daughter, the only kid on the block that was always late for supper. There was no patter of feet on the stairs. Louise contemplated the obvious hunger showing on mine and Tim's faces, sighed in resignation, and sat. Tim and I speared the same pork chop on the platter with our forks simultaneously, froze and glared at each other. "I was first and I'm the oldest." I declared. Sometimes overbearing paternalism worked. "Nobody as old as you is as quick as me." He rejoined coolly. "Good Grief." Louise interjected frowning, "you two are insufferable. Timothy, you are acting just like your father and he is acting like a child. Dear God, You two deserve one another."
(date posted: Monday PM, November 08, 1999)
I heard my grandfather chuckle as the elevator door opened. He thought that I would be confused and mistake the mechanism of the elevator for his voice. He had always accused me of not paying proper attention as a shaman should. Knowing he was there, I stepped into the lobby of the hotel headed for the revolving front door like I had heard nothing, trying to appear relaxed. I walked like a ta'kawani, a white man, toes out, heels digging into the thick carpet, because he hated that. When I felt witch presence, I stumbled, nearly falling on my face. Had I been walking like a true man of the desert that would not have happened. His chuckle was faint, and fading, I had led myself astray. He knew that I would.
How Do You Know That?
(date posted: Friday PM, November 05, 1999)
Eddie had a problem. His ten year old sister is a genius. Then she gets horny.
When Fish Don't Bite
(date posted: Friday PM, November 05, 1999)
The warm hand touched mine as I reached for a nice looking tomato. Lightly, but the long fingers curled enough to catch. The thumb rested along the palm. The nails were unfashionably short but neatly trimmed with a clear polish. I knew who the hand belonged to. She had been standing in front of the downtown supermarket's vegetable display when I had turned into that aisle. Our eyes had met immediately. There was instant recognition in her eyes of something in my eyes. Hers were that nice blue-green that changes with emotions and sometimes comes with auburn hair and smooth pale skin. She was much younger than I, certainly not out of her thirties. I had been the first to turn away.
Mr Double's Palisade
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MrDouble Wednesday, September 27, 2006