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August 10 Cáel Defeats The Illuminati: Part 10
Cáel Defeats The Illuminati: Part 10
Sibeal Pays A Visit.
Book 3 in 18 parts, By FinalStand. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels.

It is selfish to believe that your family will always love you. At some point you will be asked to earn it
{Right where we left off}
It was H-hour plus four.
A Thai soldier fired another burst from his T A R 21. The other four soldiers around him did the same. They were using an overturned car as cover. He saw movement at a building across the street to his right. He fired off another few rounds. The figure fell to the ground. By hard-earned experience, he realized the enemy soldier had probably dived for cover, not been hit.
"Time to fall back. One block back," he hoped he didn't sound too shrill. "You two go first," he indicated the two townsfolk. His battalion major had drafted them minutes after the attack began. Any organized supply depot had been an open invitation for an artillery strike, so he had called for civilians to help carry the ammunition loads instead. These two had been attached to his platoon. Now they were with him.
They nodded, hefted up the crate of 5.56mm and sprinted toward the rear while his men gave them cover fire. They made it. He named off two of his other men. It was their turn to go. After their sprint to safety, it was time for him and the last two to go. They ran past some terribly close flanking fire, but all made it.
This Thai soldier wasn't the squad leader, or even the squad's second in command. He was a lowly Phon Thahan (Private, not 1st Class). Those two men were already dead. No, he was a common soldier who found other men listening to his orders so, by default, he was in command. His initial squad of ten had shrunk down to three. The fourth man had been part of the regimental staff, a driver, sent into the firefight to replace losses. He still could point and shoot, which was all that mattered at the moment.
At the next block he found the two civilians. His men dumped their empty clips on them, then positioned themselves for the next enemy rush. The leader of this ad hoc force took the driver over to the far corner of the building they sheltered behind. Too often, going inside buildings was a death trap. The enemy would corner you then call in their artillery.
"Guard this corner," he told the driver. "I'll be checking up on you." The frightened soldier nodded, then took up his post. Now he had a few seconds to consider his position. He was running out of town to retreat through. Behind him lay open fields. Just then he saw the tale-tell site of a Dragon Anti-Tank missile firing from the next raised roadway to his rear-right.
He couldn't see if it hit anything. There was no huge explosion. Still, it indicated that other elements of his battalion were in the fight. From what little briefing he had been given when the attack started, the major had placed his heavy machine guns and recoilless rifles on each flank to stop the enemy's mobile forces from getting around his command and surrounding them.
Little did the soldier understand he was involved in a textbook defense by foot-bound infantry versus armored opponents. His two townsmen were busy shoving bullets into the thirty round magazines. His men had already engaged the enemy to the front. Gone were the cries of 'got him'. No one gave a damn anymore. They were too exhausted to care. Now they counted the comrades they had left, not the possible number of enemy out there.
Six minutes later he heard the sound of death coming his way.
"Everyone down," he screamed a second before an artillery round flattened their shelter. For a few moments all he could do was gaze up at the heavens. His body hurt, his ears were ringing and the belief that he could stop now, he had given it his best shot and his part in this battle were over.
He pulled himself and examined what he had left. He wasn't hurt if you didn't count the blood coming out his ears. He couldn't say the same for his companions. One of the townsmen had the top of his head torn off, his soulless eyes gazing up to the forever. One of his men had a smoking chunk of meat where his spine should have been. A second one was nursing a bad leg wound.
The third soldier? He was already up and firing. The second townsmen was a bit dazed, yet looked like he could carry on. The soldier crouch-ran to check on the driver. He was laying on his belly. For a second he mourned for that fellow then the man got off a burst, then scooted back. He had been 'playing possum' in order to draw some enemy out. He was alive and fighting.
"We have got to get out of here," he told the man. "Get to the elevated road across the field then provide cover fire for the rest of us." The driver acknowledged the command, fired off one more burst then bolted for the field. The Thai made his way back to his other survivors. He gave them the same order, the civilian first.
The wounded man? He couldn't make it with that leg wound and if any of the others carried him they would most likely die too.
"Cover us as long as you can," he ordered. The wounded shoulder crawled to the corner to relieve the only standing soldier.
"Go," he ordered that man. Off he sprinted. The leader placed two spare clips next to the wounded man, wished him luck, then it was his turn to sprint to safety. Close to the end, a few bullets hurried him along. He found the others had made it unwounded as well. The townsman was already shoving more bullets into the empty magazines.
To his right was the remnants of the squad with the recoilless rifle and a light machine gun. To his left was a group of six Thahan Phran, paramilitary border guards. He rejoined the firing line. The enemy had overrun the buildings closest to them and were faced with the same quandary he had just overcome, the open field. When a man tapped his shoulder he nearly jumped out of his skin.
It was his company commander.
"You've been doing well. I'm placing you in command of this section. We have a Carl Gustav (another version of a recoilless rifle) in the trees over there," the Captain pointed to the right. Hold this position as long as you can. Help is on the way."
Before this fight, the soldier had dreaded this officer. He had been so pompous, so spit-and-polished and arrogant. Now he saw different qualities in the man. He was cool under fire, had his mind on the bigger picture of the fight and the discipline he had instilled in his men was paying dividends the private soldier hadn't appreciated at that time.
"You are Sip Tho (corporal) now," the officer told him. With that declaration, the common foot soldier had inherited 13 more men, the squad of seven to his right and the six Thahan Phran to his left. Combined with his two that made something more like a combat command. The Captain made his way back up the line. The Thai didn't have long to appreciate his promotion. Smoke shells began detonating between his position and the town, obscuring the place.
"Remember," he shouted. "Short, controlled bursts and only shoot at something that you know is out there!" With that, he had established his command of the situation. Several explosions detonated in the wooded position. Half a minute later, a tank appeared and pumped another H E into the position. In doing so, it exposed its side to Thai's section.
The two men manning his Dragon launcher looked his way. It was a shot at a 45 degree angle and any heavy weapons fire would bring about all kinds of hate.
1 hr 21 min
August 09 Cáel Defeats The Illuminati: Part 9
Cáel Defeats The Illuminati: Part 9
Diplomatic Hell Hole.
Book 3 in 18 parts, By FinalStand. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels.

"Are we in the right place?" the stranger worried.
"I'm afraid so. Anais, you need to leave."
"Not until you tell me what is going on here," she sizzled.
"She's not here to have sex, if that's what you worried about," I retorted. "Wait, are you here to have sex with me?"
"I barely know you."
"That rarely stops me," I muttered.
"He's a master of bedroom antics," Pamela praised me. "He's pretty much at a loss at doing anything else."
"Thanks Grandma," I griped.
"Your welcome, Grandson."
"We, are here to meet someone," the stranger hedged.
"You came to the right place," Pamela preempted me. "He's definitely someone."
"Fine,
redo. I'm Cáel Nyilas," (deep breathe), "NOHIO, HCIESI-NDI, U HAUL,
Magyarorszag es Erdely Hercege plus a bunch of other honorifics that
have yet to be confirmed. I am single-handedly bringing back medievalism
to the center of Europe and the Near East. The woman to my left is
Pamela Pale, and she really is my bodyguard. The woman to my right is
Sgt. Anais Saint-Amour, RCMP, my ex-lover and the person that needs to
leave right now."
"I'm
not sure I should leave at this moment," Anais shifted possessively. I
had to recall earlier this morning, the part where we'd broken up by
mutual consent. Yep. That had really happened. I had thought I was
whittling down my current list of paramours. Why do the Goddesses hate
me so?
"Told you, she can't give up that cock," Pamela whispered.
"As
you can see, I have limited control of my life," I told the strange
woman. "I know you are here to meet somebody who isn't me. Now you know
who I am. Who are you and your companions?"
"I'm Ms. Quincy."
"Sorry; I'm on a first name basis with everyone I meet," I interrupted.
"What's your rank, Honey?" Pamela added.
"What makes you think,?"
"She doesn't think. That's what makes her so dangerous." I explained.
"Hey now," Pamela faux-complained.
"Okay. She's a fledgling telepath, or medium," I shrugged.
"Captain, Zelda Quincy."
"In case you are mesmerized by her tits," Pamela tapped me, "she's packing some serious hardware."
"One of those personal defense gizmos?" I leaned Pamela's way.
"Close, but no cigar. She's my kind of girl, big 'bang-bang', back-up at the small of her back and knife in her boot."
"What!" Zelda gulped.
"She's his knife-fighting instructor," Anais answered drolly.
"Are you Special Forces?" Zelda regarded my mentor.
"Nah, I got kicked out for a consistent failure to observe even the loosest Rules Of Engagement. I'm a free-spirit."
"Oh, you're a sniper," Zelda nodded.
"I like this one," Pamela smiled.
"Ah,
thank you." Then, over her shoulder, "I think we are in the right
place." Zelda entered the room, followed by a Hispanic panther of a man
(kind of like a tanned, slightly shorter Chaz without the cool accent)
wearing a long coat, and a Subcontinent-cast woman who looked at
everyone as if she expected us to sprout fangs, or start quoting the
Koran any second now. She obviously was a brain seconded to this mission
very much against her will.
1 hr 20 min
August 08 Cáel Defeats The Illuminati: Part 8
Cáel Defeats The Illuminati: Part 8
Hell Rains Down.
Book 3 in 18 parts, By FinalStand. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels.

Would you choose ephemeral beauty, or rugged determination?
Brief Segway :
Senator
Susan Collins of Maine, JIKIT's Congressional mentor, at our urging had
proposed an amendment to the Taiwan Relations Act Affirmation and Naval
Vessel Transfer Act of 2014 which would allow 'Turkey' to purchase six
'Oliver Perry class frigates for $10 million each. The same act already
proposed four such vessels to be sold to Taiwan for the same amount as
well as giving two to Thailand (and two to Mexico) free of charge.
Things
had immediately bogged down in the 113th US Congress. It was too easy
for Democrats in both Houses to take the President's position that any
additional weapons into the South China Sea area would further
destabilize the region. The pro-PRC lobby was equally opposed to the
bill. Under normal conditions, that would have been good enough to send
the measure off to the procedural graveyard.
Except
in the current contrary nature of the US's chief legislative body, this
meant Republicans found themselves drawn to the anything the White
House opposed. They could claim they found the anti-Communist,
anti-Islamic Extremists stance of the Khanate to be attractive to them
though none of them felt the need to actually talk to anyone in the
Khanate to find out what they were really all about.
We
were happy with that policy because true congressional oversight was
the last thing we needed. They might start asking uncomfortable
questions like...
'Who gave you the authority to do any of the crap you pulled?'
(No
one. We lied like big dogs, purloined resources and cloaked ourselves
in 'National Security'. Plus we let our elite personnel have a crack at
doing what they had so dedicatedly trained to do, wreck things.)
'Wasn't that, that, and that an act of war against the People's Republic of China?'
('No comment'. If that didn't work, we would try 'they will never find out'.)
'Why are 90% of all the names on these documents redacted? We are the freaking Congress! You work for us.'
(Work
for them? Not to our way of thinking. We earned our paychecks without
any slavish devotion to corporate campaign contributions. We were
working so that the lives of Americans and Brits abroad would be that
much safer, the world more orderly and for the US and UK to have an ally
they could really rely on. We couldn't tell them that. They'd throw us
in jail. We'd redacted the records because the names were for people
that did not officially exist, or existed in a capacity that didn't
imply they were elite warriors, spies and assassins.)
Besides,
('Those are private citizens not in the employ of this group, or any other government agency we are aware of'.)
'We don't care if they are private citizens. We want to know.'
('You don't want to know' followed by some major gobbledygook with the term 'deniable assets' interspersed relatively often.)
'What do you mean; you don't want to know? We asked you a question.'
(We
meant you people leak information like a sieve and the people we are
protecting aren't going to be afraid of getting revealed. They are going
to murder people to ensure they are not; basically you don't know what
is going on and we don't want to tell you, for both our safety's sake.)
So,
('Trust us. There are factors we are taking into account that you are unaware of because you don't know what's going on'.)
'Of course we don't know what's going on. That's why we are asking you.'
('You
really don't want to know.' We are your highly trained and underpaid
experts on this, we aren't raging assholes and we are telling you that
bad shit will happen if you force this, thus 'you really don't want to
know'.)
'What do you mean; you really don't want to know?? Yes, we do. We are warning you,'
(Okay. Execute Plan B. 'Excuse us for a moment, {create a plausible lie.}'.)
{Pregnant pause,}
Congressman-type: 'It is rather odd that they all had to go into another room to take that phone call.'
{Minutes pass}
'Go see what is taking them so long.'
'What do you mean they are all gone? Find them!'
'What do you mean they seem have left the building? Find them!'
'Who do I call about this? The FBI, Homeland Security, or the CIA?
1 hr 17 min
August 07 Cáel Defeats The Illuminati: Part 7
Cáel Defeats The Illuminati: Part 7
Tadifi’s legend
Book 3 in 18 parts, By FinalStand. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels.

Meanwhile,
Elsa was quietly amused. It wasn't like I could request the SD to force
my House Guard to not do something they had been told to do by someone
in my hierarchy. That would lead to chaos, and it was unfair to Juanita.
"Fine," I decided. "Get us three some water. Elsa and I will be practicing."
Now
Juanita was stuck. I wasn't asking her to leave the room, just leave me
alone. I was technically her leader, respect notwithstanding.
"It is good to see you have not become drunk with power," Elsa smirked once Juanita had left on her errand.
"Your mockery is unappreciated," I glared back. I was only kidding. "I haven't seen you around recently. It is good to see you."
"It
is good to see you too," Elsa said in a voice far softer and
compassionate than I would have preferred. After all, she had me
drugged, beaten, then beaten me up again in the not so distant past.
Of
course, I had also sexed her up, bringing her to orgasm with my fingers
alone. We had also exchanged a burning French kiss in Katrina's office
that Buffy was aware of. Then there was the Buffy-Elsa personal feud and
the Elsa-Rhada family feud. Balancing that was Elsa's super-hot body
and intriguing personality. Sex with her promised to be memorable, more
memorable than normal.
"What
have you been up to? I'd like to say I've been behaving myself, but I
don't want to advance our relationship by lying (right now, about
this)."
"You
are largely responsible for what I've been up to the past two weeks,"
she stepped back. She tossed her spear aside and entered her fighting
stance. How nice of her to warn me, and get rid of her weapon. How
erotically odd of her to give me the illusion of a chance.
"I
deny everything," I rocked back. She was blindingly fast. The fact that
I was able to block most of the blow was a testament to how much I had
learned in the past two and a half months.
"Watashi
wa nihongo o hanashimasu', 'Wo shuo putonghu ', 'Wo shuo guangdong hu '
and 'Aku isa basa jawa'," she lectured me as she maneuvered me into a
corner with a series of kicks and feints. She spoke Japanese, Mandarin,
Cantonese and Javanese. That was nice to know.
"Wait," then she kicked me off the mat.
"Amazons don't have a 'time out'," she smiled. I cautiously worked my way back onto the practice area.
"What
part did you play?" I readied myself. This time, I went on the
offensive. I used my greater strength and reach to compensate (rather
poorly) for her superior reflexes.
"Someone
had to ride herd on those disparate forces. My status was respected by
the Amazons, I had experience dealing with outsiders, plus your person
Addison nominated me, and Katrina suggested that you and I were close.
That was enough for the Khanate. Your embassy and earlier aid to the
Seven Families brought the 9 Clans along."
"And you stole the carrier?"
"It
was an once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to humiliate the Seven Pillars,"
she grinned. "Riding in a nuclear submarine was interesting, right up
there with running around, spray painting translations next to all the
markings onboard the captured vessel. Herding regular civilians wasn't
nearly as much fun."
"In
the annals of the SD, that is going to be a victory hard to surpass," I
got out right before my legs were swept out from under me. Before I
could roll over, she landed on top of me. She didn't go for a pin. Elsa
simply sat there, straddling my hips and looking down at me. We were
both breathing heavily.
"I owe you for that," she patted me on my bare chest.
"Is that a good thing, or a bad thing?"
"I'll let you figure that out during the Great Hunt," she gave a sliver of a smile.
"Not you too," I groaned.
"Who else are you worried about?"
"You
and twenty-nine other Amazons. By name, Rachel. She's pretty upbeat
about her chances and believes she has a score to settle."
"Rachel will be a tough one," Elsa acknowledged.
"Comfortable?" Juanita muttered.
"Yes,
I am," Elsa grinned her way. "Thank you for asking." Juanita gave me a
look that suggested I do something like protest, or actually try to
fight her off.
"Why are you being nice to me?" I wondered.
"I've
learned to appreciate your numerous qualities," Elsa enlightened me. "I
am also honest enough to admit I was completely wrong about you. You
make a good Amazon." That was huge praise indeed and more importantly,
it was to a public audience. I was double fortunate that no one was
close enough to see Elsa's camel toe resting against my lightly covered
hard-on.
1 hr 18 min
August 06 Cáel Defeats The Illuminati: Part 6
Cáel Defeats The Illuminati: Part 6
Hana finds a place in Cáel's Amazon Life.
Book 3 in 18 parts, By FinalStand. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels.

You never really know what you can't do until you've tried to do it and failed
I
saw Iskender at least once a week, so I didn't know this was a bad
sign. My superiors were wary to meet Iskender because intelligence types
like their routines. When assets start acting strange, strange things
happen. I knew this to be true. When your normally suspicious girlfriend
suddenly acts all lovey-dovey,, she knows; she knows.
Iskender's
face showed that he didn't much like this change to our meeting
schedule either. Introductions went around. Odette was the only one to
say 'Glad to finally meet you' and mean it.
"Cáel
Nyilas," he finally turned to me, "I bear a request from the Great Khan
himself." No beating around the bush with this crowd.
"What do you need?" I replied. Irrationally, I found myself hoping 'please say you need a second for 'beer-pong''.
"Here
is a flash drive with the particulars, but the basics are that we need
the United States and the United Kingdom to lend diplomatic support to
our efforts to obtain war material and other equipment from other
aligned nations," he said.
"Things like?" Addison asked.
"Ships
from the United States, tanks from Germany, helicopters from France and
computer components for Japan and South Korea," he replied. "This is a
list of roughly five thousand items we are attempting to procure."
"Sure, we'll help," I volunteered.
"Cáel, before someone has an aneurism, why don't you find out what your team can do," Pamela burst my bubble.
"Sir,
what exactly does your faction think we at JIKIT can do? We are a
covert interim unit with limited authority and oversight," Addison
stated.
"Wouldn't this be something you could accomplish through your own extra-ordinary resources?" Yum-Yum asked.
"We
can only get so much through back channels and shell companies," he
replied. "With the quantities the Khanate needs," he trailed off.
"You
can't make that many purchases," I nodded. Even I knew an eighteen year
old could buy a six-pack with little effort and a so-so fake ID. Buying
five kegs was a totally different matter.
There was a silence.
"Iskender,
give the team 48 hours to go over this data. We will either return it
as if we never received it, or act upon the information on your behalf,"
Yum-Yum spoke with finality.
"I understand," he bowed his head. "I will await your response."
"I'll see you out," I told Iskender. "I get the feeling you knew this would be our reply."
"I didn't, but the Great Khan did," he gave a weak smile. "Honestly, I don't know what to make of the request."
"We do and I think we can get it done," I assured him. I escorted him to the elevator then returned to the room.
I
didn't have to be told what was wrong with this. If your girl finds out
you ate fast food with another chick, you can explain it away. If you
got take-out, or breakfast at some nice nook, then you had trouble by
association. By giving us their Christmas list, Temujin had told us more
than what he needed. He was telling us what he didn't need as well.
This
gave us incredible insight into Khanate economic and military policy
over the next three years. See, you could go to Best Buy and purchase a
72" widescreen TV. It was what Best Buy did. You couldn't show up
expecting to buy 500,000 TV's though. To get them you had to tell the
manufactures they needed to build them because there was a market for
that many systems.
In
turn, they need to buy the various components they didn't build
themselves. That meant you would need to smelt more copper, produce more
plastics and mine more cadmium, because they would be needed.
Therefore, what the Khanate was ordering was stuff they expected to get
three to thirty-six months down the line. This went beyond the war with
China.
As
an example, the Khanate was ordering 265 Leopard 2A7 tanks from Germany
to be delivered within two years. Germany didn't have those tanks lying
around. They needed to build them. They had to expand the factories to
build them and therefore produce all the components you needed for a
brand new cutting edge tank at a faster rate than ever before.
This
also told us the Khanate didn't expect to build enough tanks for their
own use, much less export to allies such as Vietnam. Maybe they didn't
have the construction capacity, or maybe they were busy building
something else. We could figure that out by seeing what else they were
purchasing abroad, things like cars, trucks, tractors and locomotives.
This was an excellent and powerful gift. It was also,
"This is poison," Addison began the next phase of the meeting.
"I
disagree," Mehmet Ali Sharif (our State department analyst) countered.
"This will provide JIKIT with exceptional insight into what the
Khanate's medium term goals are."
"It is both," Yum-Yum nodded.
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August 05 Cáel Defeats The Illuminati: Part 5
Cáel Defeats The Illuminati: Part 5
Wrapping up loose ends and moving forward.
Book 3 in 18 parts, By FinalStand. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels.

Love is like a crossbow quiver. You only have so many bolts to shoot before it runs out
There was a long pause. Pamela took another long breath then an impish grin came to her lips.
"With your luck you'll get those, then end up in the Artic," she scoffed.
"Not the Antarctic? I've got a soft spot in my dreams for penguins."
"Nope. You get to be chased by polar bears," she nudged me. I nudged her back playfully. She gave me a Charlie horse.
"Ow!"
I yipped. The two SD chicks from the front of the plane looked back our
way. I didn't care about their misconceptions. My muscles needed some
self-massages.
"I was pretty scared," I whispered to Pamela.
"Good
for you. You were also pretty lucky and I'm sure pretty pissed with
your 'Albanian' attackers," she replied quietly. "I missed you too."
I
liked the way she read my mind about that. I would have liked it some
more if I hadn't glanced to my other side, then fallen straight to
sleep.
{1 pm, Monday, August 25th; 14 Days to go}
On
Tuesday night, Aya got one of her wishes fulfilled; sorta. I slept in
Caitlyn Ruger's bed and I wasn't alone. The Sandman had dropped a
Scottish sand trap sized load of sand on me and there was more than
enough spillover to flatten little Aya too. Because I lived among
Amazons, Caitlyn woke me up at 5:45 in the A M and only so much
lollygagging was allowed.
Aya
got to sleep for fifteen whole minutes more than I did. She hugged me
and kissed my cheek (which amused her three Fatal Squirt compatriots to
no end) while I stuffed away my breakfast. Desiree showed up to take me
to work minutes later. While Aya showed off her battle scar to the
pre-caste Amazons and her Aunt D. (they had not been awake when we
showed up the previous evening), I was chided for being late for weapons
practice.
Yes.
Life and death battle successes meant nothing to the Amazons. If you
had a spare moment you had better be training, or working out your mind
and/or body. We had no 'weekends', though we did get an quarter day off
in celebration for the religious festivals based on the sacred days of
the various matron Goddesses. A full day off didn't happen.
7:00
AM saw me with the intern group, just as if nothing had happened to
change our relationship over the past two months. Oh, we were different.
They teased me about my sunburn and wanted to see my latest scars. I
couldn't work with Buffy anymore, since I was her spiritual leader. Due
to my 'high risk' status, Desiree was the only other Amazon Katrina
trusted me with, so I got to get beaten at her hands for the last three
days of the week.
To
be fair, I teased Desiree incessantly. I made her smile when she
thought I was doubled over in pain on multiple occasions. Beyond that
seven-to-five schedule, I exercised after work until six and then
managed to bike home in a manner that avoided the paparazzi.
I
was easy to track outside of the building by the members of the press
(who thought I was still somehow newsworthy) and despite my persistent
desire to not talk to any of them. Felix had 'vanished', so I was the
only man left. What had happened to him? Katrina allowed me to take a
glance. He was at an Epona Wyoming freehold training for the Great Hunt
and reveling in his 'lone man in a household of twenty-two single women'
status.
Unlike
the three other members of our 'first class', Felix got to choose his
re-location location and communicated with me daily because he wanted us
to create a battle plan for the upcoming Hunt. It was official; it was
going to be a two man vs. thirty Amazons affair and there was no rule
that we couldn't work together though only two Amazons could win by
capturing us and holding onto us until sunset on Sunday, September 14th.
No
one except Krasimira, the Keeper of Records, knew what terrain we would
be hunted on so we could expect anything from swamps to mountain
ranges. The Amazons were in the same boat. Already the House heads had
volunteered one member for the Hunt. The ancestors would be consulted
for the half who would actually participate. Krasimira had also added
her own twists.
House
Ishara couldn't compete because technically, I was already their
participant. With 52 houses halved, that equaled 26. The final four?
Runners. If a runner won, the Keeper would consult the ancestors to see
which house they would automatically be inducted into. Eight runners
were nominated by the department heads and four of those would be chosen
by the Augurs as well.
In
a normal organization it would have been thought that Krasimira was
abusing her station since there was no High Priestess to oppose her
decisions. Not in the Amazons. No. She consulted the Augurs and the
Augurs worked the will of the Ancestors and that was that. No Augur
would lie about the sacred communications imparted to them. That was
inconceivable sacrilege.
What
that did mean was that at sunset on Thursday, September 11th, Felix and
I would be inserted with a knife, map and clothing into the hunting
zone. When the sun rose on Friday morning, the thirty Amazons would be
put into the zone. No Amazon could attack another unless they, or their
targets, 'possessed' a man. They could team up but only two could win.
It was promising to be a great 'get to know your buddies at work' moment
for all of us,
What
was Felix getting out of this besides his freedom? (His freedom was no
longer in danger. House Epona would protect him.) No, for Felix, if he
survived free until the sun set on Sunday, he would become a Runner. If
he lost, he would have to spend another year as an intern. This
convinced me that Felix was totally dedicated to avoiding capture. I was
good with that.
Meanwhile
for me, it was Brooke Wednesday night, Oneida on Thursday and Timothy
and Odette going clubbing with me on Friday night. Saturday was my first
House Ishara group activity. We gathered in the early morning at
Doebridge, me with a hangover and Buffy giving me crap at every
opportunity. Fortunately the rest of my 'sisters' treated me with a
great deal more reverence.
Now
they all knew about my Summer Camp role, Romania and my kidnapping.
Even in their 'man-hating' ideology, I was the exception to the rule; I
was reliable, dedicated, smart, lethal and worthy of their trust and
respect. On the council front, Buffy hinted to me that there was a way
around the deadlock for who would be foisted onto the Regency
Triumvirate, but she refused to tell me what it was. That was a cause
for concern.
Sunday,
I worked with JIKIT, did some Amazon diplomatic stuff and discovered
Desiree was my new bodyguard. Katrina thought a full SD team would be
cumbersome and my best bet was to remain unconventional and mobile. I
agreed because it allowed me to play the field a little more. Speaking
of playing the field,
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August 04 Cáel Defeats The Illuminati: Part 4
Cáel Defeats The Illuminati: Part 4
Rescue and patchwork relationship.
Book 3 in 18 parts, By FinalStand. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels.

Loving your enemy is easy, you know precisely where both of you stand
(Right where we left off)
The
closest Marine had been waiting for me to finish my bonding moment with
Menner before speaking. He walked and talked like an officer.
"You
are certainly Mr. Cáel Nyilas," he nodded. "I'm Lt. Robeson, United
States Marine Corps. I would like to take you and your party home. What
is the situation?"
"Lieutenant,
this young lady is Aya Ruger. She was kidnapped along-side me and
managed to kill over twenty of our enemies, so be careful around her." I
was deadly serious about what I said. Aya should get proper credit for
all the people she sedated then drowned. Dead was dead, even if it was
accidental.
"These
two," I pointed to Zhen and Mu, "are L s la ninda and Amar, Taiwanese
nationals suffering some shock from the abrupt crash landing of the
aircraft. They don't seem to know why they were kidnapped, but they were
instrumental in aiding Aya and me making it to shore during the
typhoon."
"If
you say so, Sir," he nodded. He did believe me, yet a soldier was
taught to be skeptical of anything a civilian told him about a military
situation. "The bodies?"
"Those
are the corpses we found after the storm. I decided we should attempt
to place them in your custody so you can figure out who they are," I
suggested.
"Sir,
I don't think we can let civilians keep their weapons aboard the
flight," the Marine Lt. stated since I had both a pistol and submachine
gun, Aya had her pistol and Zhen had her and Mu's blades. A Marine NCO
sent a party to gather the dead.
"Marine, I am Cáel Nyilas, Irish diplomat, freebooter and Champion of the worst possible causes," I began my spiel.
"You
probably have some orders concerning bringing me in alive. I am not so
constrained and am more than willing to steal this aircraft and fly back
to Hawaii without you. My team keeps their weapons, or you give me your
best shot, right now," I met his gaze. He mulled over his options. Two
Romanians and two Marines were starting to load the ad hoc body bags
aboard the C-37B.
"Normally
I don't take that kind of crap from a civilian and I don't want you to
think I'm making an exception because of your Security Clearance. I'll
let your people keep your weapons, but if something goes wrong, I'm
shooting you first," he assured me.
"Done deal," I offered my hand and he shook it.
"Oh and Happy Tibetan Independence Day," he congratulated me.
"What?" I gasped.
Rescue and patchwork relationships
{6 pm, Sunday, August 17th; 22 Days to go}
{11 pm Sunday, Aug. 17th (Havenstone Time)}
{And just this once, 11am Monday, Aug. 18th Beijing Time}
"Oh and Happy Tibetan Independence Day;, nice work.," the Marine congratulated me.
"What?"
"How is that possible?" muttered Mu.
"Yippee!
No more burning monks," Aya fist-pumped. Personally, I think she did
that for the enjoyment of our guardians and to piss off Zhen and Mu just
a tiny bit more.
(Mandarin) "Brother," Zhen studied her brother's pained expression. "What has gone wrong?"
(Mandarin)
"The province of Tibet apparently has broken away," he groused. In
English, to the Marine Lieutenant he repeated, "How is this possible?"
"I
take it you didn't know Peace Talks had broken out?" he grinned. I
doubted the Lt. bought my 'these are my two Taiwanese cobelligerents'
story, but belief was above his pay grade, so he didn't give a shit.
"Yes," Mu mumbled, "we knew of the proposed cease-fire."
"Yes, you mean both sides actually honored it?" I added. I really had been out things for a while.
"Nearly
two days ago, noon, Peking Time, the People's Republic of China and the
Khanate put a six month cease-fire into effect which has remained
intact for forty-one," he looked at his watch, "forty-one and a half
hours." He was being a cock to the petulant Mu. No one called Beijing
'Peking' anymore. I had even ordered Beijing Duck on several menus.
Peking was the height of Western Imperialist thinking, or so it looked
to Mu.
(Mandarin)
"He is yanking your chain, Mu," I explained. "You are looking pissed
off at being rescued, which isn't doing my alibi for you much good."
"My
apology," Mu nodded to the lieutenant. "Is there any news from the
Republic of China? Are they free as well?" That was nice of Mu to call
Taiwan by it
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July 31 Minnesota Libido: Part 5
Minnesota Libido: Part 5.
Summer School Session.
Based on a post by TruthwithaTwist.
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Miss Summers calls me in for a meeting.
My wife Sherri and I had been together for nearly a
decade and half with one daughter, Jackie, who was in the summer
between 6th and 7th grade. Sherri was the assistant principal at our
daughter's small private school in an upscale area outside of the
Twin Cities and had been working there for a few years. I had left
the large corporation I had worked for and had branched out as a
private consultant to give me more flexible time with my family.

When we were first together, Sherri was a tall, thin
blonde with small perky tits, tight ass, and long lean legs. There
was an old store, "bebe", that Sherri could have been the
perfect model for at the time. Age and motherhood do change things
and over the years, she had filled out in a good way. Her tits were
now larger and fuller and were just as sensitive before which gave me
more to grab, lick and touch. Sherri's long blonde hair was gone, she
now had a close-cropped platinum cut that was in style. Her ass was
larger, too, but her workout schedule had it toned and looking full
and sitting high on her frame.

Similarly, I was in decent 'middle-aged' shape. A bit
heavier around the middle with some gray creeping into the hair at my
temples. Fortunately, a consistent schedule at the gym and moderate
runs kept me on track.

Like many couples, our sex life started off red hot
in the early years of our relationship. We had all sorts of
adventures: from pantry-less car rides, to sex in front of my
high-rise windows, to an occasional threesome with a female friend.
But ALSO like many couples, that excitement waned over time. Family,
jobs, stress, age, and routine cooled down our sex life for several
years. We tried all the tricks - from 'writing down our fantasies' to
'scheduling date nights' with few positive results. The fact of the
matter was that when you have a toddler or pre-teen constantly in the
house, plus limited free time, plus roles in the local community,
plus full-time jobs, opportunities for sexual adventures decrease.

Fortunately, by the time our daughter reached this
age, we found ourselves starting to get some of our time and
adventures back. Jackie's sleepovers with friends were more common
and an opportunity for us to reconnect. We were more comfortable
leaving her with family and friends for a weekend away which provided
more opportunities for private fun and frolicking. Sherri had
reintroduced lingerie and heels to her bedroom wardrobe, we shopped
together online for a nice collection of lubes and toys we hid in a
bedside drawer. We started watching adult movies together and Sherri
even made passing remarks about 'when we used to invite a friend' to
the bedroom.

It was a hot and humid July morning when I was
sitting in my office working on an endless spreadsheet for a client.
Our daughter, Jackie was spending the day swimming at a friend's
house and needed to be picked up after dinner. I was staring out the
window, half-wishing I could leave and sneak off for a round of golf
but knowing that the day's humidity was out of control, and it would
be miserable outside. We had already been getting warnings that late
summer storms could roll through the area.

Sherri was also at work that day. While the school
was closed and deserted for most of the summer, she would still have
to go in for a few days at a time here and there for administrative
tasks. I always felt bad for her because the school was an older
building with virtually no air conditioning. Her office, which she
shared with the principal and some admins, had a small window unit,
but with the rest of the school closed and stagnant, the heat could
get stifling.

Just as I resigned myself to sheet 17, tab 2d, my
phone pinged with a text message.

Sherri: How's it going?

Jason: Good. You.

Sherri: Fine. Sorting through tuition stuff. You have
lunch plans?

Jason: Nope. Want to grab something?

Sherri: Yes. Swing by here at noon?

Jason: Sounds good.

A few hours later, my phone's reminder went off and I
went down to my car to drive over to the school. As soon as I opened
the door to the outside world, the thick air hit me. The sun was
blazing and heating the pavement in the parking lot reflecting it
back on me as I crossed to my car. Opening the car door, a blast of
heat me, somehow hotter than the air outside. I started the car,
opened the windows, and cranked the AC hoping for some quick relief
for the drive over.

I walked up to the door and pressed the buzzer. Even
standing waiting for the door to open, I could feel the sweat
starting to bead up on my neck and back. The door buzzed loudly, and
I heard the lock click to let me in.

If the outdoor heat was bad, the inside of the school
was even worse. The air was stagnant and heavy and since the building
had been mostly closed for over a month there was a musty, almost
suffocating smell to it. As I climbed the stairs to Sherri's office,
I could see dust drifting through the rays of sunlight streaming
through the windows.

I reached the door to Sherri's office, looking
forward to the cool air that awaited me when I saw a note taped to
the outside.

"Working upstairs. Come to room 401."

I cursed out loud, knowing that the 4th grade rooms
were up yet another flight of stairs that I would have to climb in
the miserable environment. After trudging up the stairs and walking
down the hallway, I was admittedly more winded than I should have
been with the sticky, stale air feeling like it was physically
weighing me down.

There was also an oddly creepy vibe to the school.
Normally, a school is full of activity and noise yet without the
children, it was eerily quiet. The lights were off and there was only
reflected sunlight from classroom windows illuminating the hallways.
The building seemed to creak and groan in the summer heat as I
finally reached the classroom at the end of the hallway.

The door was open, and I started to complain as I
walked through.

"Could you have picked a room further away, Oh,
I'm sorry, uh."

I stopped short because where I was expecting my wife
in the room, there was someone else sitting at the teacher's desk.
Her back was to me, but I could see she had long, black hair that was
styled down to her shoulder blades. She was overdressed for the
summer day with a black pinstripe jacket and matching skirt. I could
see she had stocking-covered legs tucked under the desk with a pair
of shiny black patent heels.

The woman swiveled in her chair to face me, and it
took me a moment to realize I was staring at my wife. Her platinum
hair was covered by the long, black wig with bangs covering her
forehead. She had a pair of black glasses perched on her nose and
ruby red lips with smoky eye makeup. Under her jacket, she wore a
white blouse that was unbuttoned and plunging low on her chest.
Although not hugely endowed, her tits had grown since our daughter
was born and she was wearing a push-up bra to make them larger and
fuller. Her skirt was shorter than it first appeared, ending well
above her knees and her knees were demurely pinched together as she
turned.

"Mr. Drake. I'm Ms. Summers. Thank you for
coming in today. Please take a seat." she said gesturing to a
smaller child-sized chair by the desk.

I tentatively followed her instructions and balanced
in the red plastic chair while she continued, "As you know, your
son, Benjamin has been struggling this year. I called this meeting to
discuss his options moving forward."

Sherri was now facing me, with her stocking-clad legs
crossed as she brought a pen to her ruby-red lips.

"I, um, I'm not sure what to say." I said
still trying to catch up to what was happening. It had been a long
time since we had done any role playing and even then, it was more,
'Sherri wears a sexy costume, and we have sex' sort of thing. The
fact that we were in an empty school with letters, numbers, and kids'
posters on a wall while my wife was the embodiment of a sexy
schoolteacher? It wasn't just the stuffy heat that my head spinning.

"Well, you have a couple of options. We can hold
him back by a year or, " she paused while she uncrossed and
recrossed her legs, like Sharon Stone in Basic Instinct. Also like
the movie, she showed that her stockings ended at her thighs, and she
was uncovered under her skirt. I saw a flash of her bare pussy before
it quickly disappeared. "Or, we can work out a separate
arrangement."

"What do you suggest?" I asked as I felt my
cock instantly swell inside my summer shorts.

"Well, Benjamin is a great kid, but he tends not
to listen to my instructions. So, I wonder if that's coming from
someone else , like you." Sherri lifted her hips off her seat
and pulled her short skirt up higher. As she pulled it, she revealed
the lacy tops of her stockings and an expanse of her toned and
summer-tanned thighs. She was able to slither it up over her hips,
revealing her bare, trimmed pussy.

She often varied the style of her pubic hair, at
times keeping it fully shaved, other times letting her bush grow in.
Because it was summer, she had it mostly shaved with a small, tightly
trimmed landing strip (probably to accommodate her summer swimsuits.)
While most of her body was covered in a light bronze summer tan,
there was a pale 'v' of skin that started at her hips, went across
her pelvis and down to her crotch.

I have always been attracted to a woman's tan lines,
so it was a dual fantasy laid out in front of me. A sexy
schoolteacher in stockings, showing me her exposed pussy with obvious
tan lines caused my cock to swell even more. As she settled back into
the seat, she shifted forward so her ass was at the edge of the chair
and she spread her legs as wide as the chair would allow.

"So, Mr. Drake. Let's test your ability to
follow directions. I need you to get over here, and lick my pussy
until I cum. Is that clear?" To accentuate her instructions, she
used her thumb and middle finger to spread her lips and flicked her
clit with her index finger.

As I stood up, my shirt stuck to my back having
sweated up against the hard plastic. I dropped to my knees in front
of Sherri and for the first time, I felt the cool, industrial tile
floor on my bare legs. I looped my arms under her thighs and gripped
her quads. Her skin was wet and slippery with sweat, remnants of her
tight skirt against it.

I licked up her inner thigh, following her tan lines,
purposely avoiding her wet slit. I could taste the salty sweat on her
as I moved my tongue up and over her pussy and back down the other
leg. Her scent was musky, another indication of her arousal and the
temperature. Heat was emanating from her womanhood, and I felt it as
my face passed by. A low moan escaped her as she groaned, "I
don't recall telling you tease me, Mr. Drake. Are you going to follow
directions or not?"

She gripped the back of my head with her hands and
pulled me into her. My tongue found her dripping opening and I licked
up and down the length. Her fingers gripped my scalp as I pushed my
tongue into her, licking up her flowing nectar. I took long, slow
licks up her outer lip flicked over her clit, and moved back down the
other side. I continued that pattern, causing her get wetter under my
motions. Her labia seemed to swell and moisten with each passing
stroke of my tongue while her clit grew and poked out from Its fleshy
hood.

She crossed her legs behind my neck and the points of
her heels started to subtly dig into my back, trying to pull me in
closer. I changed my focus to using the tip of my tongue on her
swollen button. Alternating between rapidly flicking and circling it,
I heard a low hiss escape her gritted teeth.

"That's it, baby. Lick my pussy. Lick my clit.
I'm getting close." Sherri's raised voice echoed off the walls
of the empty classroom. Her legs felt heavy on my shoulders, her
muscles tightening and her breaths coming faster and deeper. Using a
tried-and-true technique, I pursed my lips, surrounded her clit, and
formed a vacuum by sucking gently. Then, inspired by the decorations
around me in the clammy classroom, I started to trace the letters of
the alphabet on her clit.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." She repeated as she
rolled her hips against my face. I was breathing heavily through my
nose as I continued through the alphabet. I had just hit the letter
"m" when she went over the edge.

I felt her entire body shudder and her legs locked
into my back. Her hips were thrusting into my face as her fluids
flowed into my mouth, her hands gripped my head, forcing me to
continue to feast on her pussy. Sherri moaned and gyrated as she
pushed her pussy into my face for a second orgasm in a matter of
seconds.

"Yes! Yes! Fucking hell, yes, .I'm coming again!

With her legs locked around my neck and her hands
pulling my head in, I felt like I would suffocate in her pussy.
Fortunately, just as she rode out the wave of her climax, she pushed
my head away. My head and face were covered in sweat from the heat of
the room combined with having her legs keeping me trapped. I shifted
slightly and felt long sweaty strips on my back where she had been
resting her legs. When I finally looked up at my wife, her face was
beet red, and sweat was pouring down her forehead. Her chest was
dotted with beads of sweat and her white shirt was visibly damp
against her skin.

"So, Miss Summers, did I pass?" I asked.

"Um, not a bad start. But that was just a pop
quiz. There's still a test for you to pass."

Sherri slithered out of the chair and rolled it off
to the side. She didn't bother to pull her skirt down, allowing me to
stare at her exposed pussy and ass as she turned and sat on the
teacher's desk. She kicked off her heels and slid her ass back, which
allowed her to put her heels on the desk and spread her knees wide.
Her pussy spread open before me, and I could see her lips were
swollen and wet.

I lifted myself off the floor, quickly unbuckled my
belt, and dropped my shorts and boxers to the floor. I stepped out of
them and approached her with my rigid cock leading the way. Just as I
was about to slide into her, a stocking foot pressed against my
chest.

"Stop" she said. "Patience is a
virtue, you know."

I watched as she leaned back on the desk and shifted
slightly. Her stocking-covered feet wrapped around my cock and
started rubbing up and down the length. Her feet were moist and
sweaty as they stroked my cock. Ms. Summers jerked me off with her
feet while simultaneously untucking and unbuttoning her shirt. I
watched as she unclasped her push up bra in the front and let her
tits fall free.

For the second time, I was treated to a view of the
contrast of her tanned skin. While her chest was flushed and sweaty
from the heat, it was also a darker bronze than her legs. That made
the pale triangles on her tits stand out even more. Her pink nipples
sat stiff on her tits and they jiggled slightly as she moved her feet
around my cock.

Somehow, her glasses were still on her face, and she
stared through them at me, never losing eye contact. With one hand,
she started playing with one of her nipples, while the other moved
toward her spread pussy. I tried to focus on the sensations of the
damp nylons stroking my cock, but I was distracted when she plunged
two of her fingers deep into her cunt.

"It's , uh, been a while, Mr. Drake. Let me make
sure my pussy is ready to take that cock."

Her index and middle finger were buried in her cunt,
and she was squeezing her tit. Her feet were no longer moving on my
cock as she focused on her own body. Just as she seemed about to
orgasm again, she pulled out her fingers with a low groan. Her feet
fell away and back onto the desk as she tried to prop herself up on
her elbows. Her tits fell down a bit and I saw her nipples were perky
and swollen.

I stepped forward and gripped my cock to line up with
her opening. Because of our positions, I watched as my cock split her
lips and slid inside her. I pushed slowly, savoring the view of my
shaft slowly sliding into her, as her lips parted to grant me entry.
I finally stopped when flesh met flesh and my groin was pressed
against her spread legs.

I pulled back slowly, allowing her juices to fully
coat my cock before I repeated the action, a bit faster this time.

"Yes, that's it, I love the way you feel sliding
in and out of me. Keep doing that."

Knowing that I was required to follow the teacher's
directions, I kept up the pace, resisting every urge to slam harder
into her. We continued like this for what seemed like forever. The
sensations were amazing, but because I was still slowly thrusting, it
allowed me to focus on not coming too quickly. I had my eyes glued to
the way her pussy lips would slightly roll open and closed around my
shaft as I pushed and pulled back forth.

After a few minutes, Sherri's elbows and arms seemed
to give out and she slipped back onto the desk. Because the desk
wasn't very wide, her head slipped over the far end, putting her in
an awkward position. Seeing this, I grabbed her hips and pulled her
toward me while I tried to step back. My timing was slightly off, and
the result was I slammed my cock into her with more force than I
intended. For a split second, I thought I had hurt her, but my
worries were quickly calmed.

"Oh Shit! Yes! That's It! Fuck Me Hard!"

With my hands on her hips, she wrapped her legs
around my waist as I picked up the pace and began to fuck her hard
and fast. I felt her ass and thighs ripple with every thrust as the
sound of our skin slapping against each other filled the classroom.

Because of the increased action, I suddenly had to
make a stronger effort to keep from coming. I tore my eyes away from
her pussy and saw that her glasses had fallen to the ground. Her face
was covered in sweat and the wig looked to be both slipping off and
sticking to her forehead at the same time. I watched her tits bounce
with every thrust as her red lips parted, gasping and groaning.

The sheer eroticism was all a stark contrast to the
area around us. As my wanton wife was spread open like a slut on the
desktop, cartoon images and childish poster
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July 30 Minnesota Libido: Part 4
Minnesota Libido: Part 4.
Jason & Sherri are joined by a MILF friend
after another Halloween Party.
Based on a post by TruthwithaTwist.
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Without going into a ton of detail, the event was a
great success. Everyone ate, drank, and bid in the auction. The
Princesses all took a picture together, with the evil Maleficent in
the middle of them all. The magician they hired was amazing and just
cheeky enough to entertain the adult audience. Of course, with that
many adults being out without their kids, we all took advantage of
the bar. As the night started to end, we were all pretty tipsy,
including Grace who was laughing and giggling with some of the other
moms.

I checked out at the auction table and quickly found
out that in my buzzed efforts to support the cause, I had purchased
more than my share of prizes and baskets in the auction. I had to run
to the lobby and ask one of the bellmen to bring a cart and transport
it all up to the room for me. After close to 30 minutes, I stumbled
(allegedly just in character) back into the ballroom to find that
most of the guests were filtering out.

Sherri and Grace were sitting with some of the other
parents as I sauntered over, taking a seat at the table.

"Avast wenches! Be there any room for Captain
Jack Sparrow?"

"Only if he's going to get us all a round of
drinks"

"Aye. My lady." I went to the bar where I
got one last round and brought them on a tray back to the table.
After handing them out we all toasted a successful night.

"Drink up, me hearties, Yo Ho!"

The group started to break up when Sherri leaned over
to me, "I don't think Grace can drive."

"Is she that gone?" I asked.

"Yeah. She's been drinking quite a bit all
night. What should we do?"

"Tell you what. Take her upstairs, since her
stuff is up there, anyway. Let me talk to the desk and see if they
have any rooms."

"Babe. I'm not sure she can afford one."

"Don't worry about it. With what I spent
tonight, one hotel room won't break me." I stood up and headed
to the lobby.

"Wait! What do you mean 'with what you spent'?'"
she called after me.

15 minutes later, I was in the elevator feeling
defeated. The hotel was completely sold out because of the events
being hosted. I quickly realized that my night with an uber-sexy
witch wasn't happening with a guest sleeping in our room.

When I entered our room, I saw the pile of baskets
and packages stacked against the far wall. Somehow, in my inebriated
state, I had collected quite the array of prizes. Sherri and Grace
were looking through my treasures with amused looks on their faces.

"What in the hell did you buy?" Sherri
asked. "And did we really need a kids' gardening basket?"
Both women giggled as I joined them in looking though the pile of
cellophane and tissue paper. As I opened one, my face lit up.

"Yo ho ho, and a bottle of rum!" I
exclaimed as I pulled a bottle of expensive rum from one of the
baskets. "Anyone want a nightcap?"

I poured us three glasses of the amber liquid over
ice, then excused myself to the bathroom where I used some makeup
remover to take off my fake beard and makeup. I removed the heavy
accessories to my costume and went back out into the living room in
just my baggy pirate pants and shirt.

Sherri and Grace had similarly removed some of their
costumes. Sherri was sitting on the coach, still in the black and
purple gown. Her boots were on the floor, and I could see her
nylon-covered feet tucked under her. Grace was in a chair and had
taken off her shoes, quiver and belt and was sitting with her big
green dress tucked around her. I settled in next to Sherri on the
couch and she leaned back to rest against me.

We all toasted and chatted about the event, the
various people and all the gossip that came with an event like that.
At some point, I refilled all our drinks and we continued to chat and
relax. As expected, the conversation turned to Grace and her
situation. She got emotional talking about what Andy had done and how
much her son missed having his dad around. Sherri and I were very
careful not to criticize nor comment and basically just listened.
Whether it was the liquor or emotion or a combination of both, Grace
eventually had a stream of tears streaking her cheeks as she talked
about how lonely she was.

"I'm sorry." she whimpered. "I didn't
mean to bring you guys down. I'll be right back." With that, she
stood up, staggered a bit, and walked to the bathroom in the other
part of the suite. Once the door closed, Sherri rolled slightly to
her side so we could talk quietly.

"I feel so badly for her" she started.
"Andy really fucked her over."

"No shit. I had No idea how much money he blew
and how much he left her in the lurch." As I spoke, I looked
down to see that when she shifted, Sherri's Maleficent gown had
opened slightly up her extended leg. I could see the top of her black
thigh highs and some of her exposed skin. I could see the curve of
her thigh and her bare ass cheek peeking through the open slit of the
dress.

Sherri must have felt me slightly harden at the sight
of her because she slumped her head against my shoulder and
half-whispered, "I'm so sorry babe. This isn't what I had
planned for tonight. But she has nowhere else to go and I feel so
sorry for her."

"I get it." I replied. "It definitely
sucks, but maybe you can save this outfit for when my birthday rolls
around." I shifted my hand slightly and ran my palm up and down
her skin, opening her dress a little more.

Sherri nipped and nibbled at my neck, sensing my
building arousal. "Up to you. I was going to go with sexy
cheerleader for your birthday, but I can do evil witch instead."
She then leaned up and planted a kiss on me. Just as she started to
pull away, we heard a sound from the door.

"Shit! Shit! Shit! I'm such an idiot."
Grace cried out. She had washed off her makeup, but her eyes were
still red and puffy from crying. She was staring down at us and had a
clear line of sight to my wife's exposed thigh and ass and her long
nylon-covered leg. Our body positions gave away our actions and there
was awkward silence for a few seconds before she continued.

"You guys had a whole romantic thing planned and
I ruined it because I got drunk and can't drive! I'm so sorry."
Tears were now running down her face again. "I'll get out of
here and give you some privacy. I'm so sorry. Shit."

Sherri stood up and moved toward Grace, "Grace,
honey, it's Okay. You're not going anywhere. You can't drive and
Jason checked already, there are no other rooms."

"Fuck. It doesn't matter. I couldn't afford a
room anyway. And if I go home, I'm sure my mother will give me
lecture." A humorless laugh left her mouth. "Fucking
perfect. 36 years old, separated, single mother, and somehow still
going to get scolded by my mommy."

Sherri wrapped her up in her arms a bit tighter as
she started to sob even more. "Bad enough I've fucked up my
life, now I'm messing up yours. I'm so fucking cursed that even
though I haven't had sex in close to a year, now I'm taking it away
from others. I'm like a black hole of romance."

My wife continued to hug and stroke her friend's back
in their embrace, "Honey, it's not your fault. Stop blaming
yourself. You've been stronger than 90% of the women I know.
Supporting yourself, digging out of debt, taking care of your son.
You're an amazing, strong woman."

Grace's breath started to calm down as Sherri rubbed
her back and started to stroke her long, red hair. I saw my wife
glance over at me for a brief second before she continued with, "But
not having sex? That's unacceptable. Turn around."

Grace pulled away with a confused look on her face,
"What? Why?"

"Because the way I see it, you have two options.
Lay out here and cry yourself to sleep on a pull-out sofa bed, or, "
She turned her friend around and reached under her hair to the top of
her zipper, "Let us show you just how attractive and sexy you
are."
Now, to interrupt my own story, Sherri and I had been
together for close to 15 years at that point in time. Over that time
span, we had dabbled in a handful of threesomes. The first time was
with her friend Linda after a party early in our relationship,
another time was with a former female neighbor of mine. There was a
professional escort in Las Vegas on my 30th birthday, a drunken fling
with my ex, Tara, and finally a second romp with Linda when Sherri
was pregnant a decade before. Until that moment in the hotel room, I
thought those days were long gone. But as I watched Sherri slowly
start to pull the zipper down, revealing Grace's nearly alabaster
skin, my hopes and arousal were renewed.

"Sherri, I don't know. This isn't right."
Grace was almost whispering as more of her ivory skin was revealed.

"Please. You and I both know how much you and
Jay have flirted over the years. I know for a fact he thinks you're
hot. And I also know that you would bang him in a heartbeat if you
had the chance. So, I'm using my powers to grant your evil wish of
having sex with my husband."

Sherri continued to unzip the dress to the base of
Grace's spine before reaching back up and pushing the collar and
sleeves down her body. I watched as the dress fell to her hips and I
got my first look at Grace's small tits encased in a basic beige bra.
Her waist was tiny, and I could see a pair of matching panties just
showing above the deep green dress sitting at her hips.

"No. We can't. It's not right. You're married
and a woman. I can't. It's like a sin or evil or bad or something."

Sherri then spun her back around by her shoulders, so
the women were facing each other once again. Her red lips curled into
a smile as she stared into the ginger's eyes. "Evil? Well, if
it's evil, you can blame me, then. After all, I am the evil sorceress
giving a princess to a pirate."

With those words, she pushed the dress down over
Grace's full ass and let it puddle at her feet. Grace had on a pair
of unappealing "granny panties" that matched her
nondescript bra. Her body language showed her nervousness as she
seemingly squirmed in shame.

"Sherri, I'm not sure. Should we?"

"That's enough! Jay, get your ass in the
bedroom. And you, " SMACK, my wife gave her friend a slap on the
ass, "will do as the evil queen commands."

I nearly leaped off the couch, stunned at what was
happening but doing everything I could, not to fuck it up (especially
mentioning to my wife that she was starting to mix up her evil Disney
characters.) I went to the bathroom, quickly brushed my teeth and got
a little blue pill out of my valise. I would sometimes use a "boost"
when Sherri and I were away like this and thought this was the
perfect situation to use one.

I went back into the bedroom to see my wife standing
by the bed with Grace standing by her. "Unzip me, princess."
She directed.

Our friend did as she was told and unzipped my wife's
long black gown. The sound of the zipper seemed loud in the silence
of the hotel room. Sherri shrugged the dress off her shoulders and
arms to reveal a black push-up bra that showcased her tits. Grace
continued to pull the tight garment down Sherri's body until she had
to pull it over her hips. The lace of the garter belt appeared for
the second time that night and the dress fell to the ground to show
the strip of purple and long black stockings.

I was stunned looking at the difference between the
two women as they stood so closely together. Sherri stood tall with
her sorceress makeup and black lingerie standing out against her
skin. Her legs looked long and sultry in the stockings and her shaved
pussy was evident in her minuscule panties. Her chest was pushed up
in her lacy bra and her lips shone with glossy red lipstick.

Grace, alternatively, was less confident. She seemed
to be slumping, attempting to hide her exposed body. Her underwear
was beige, nondescript and almost blended into her skin tone. Her
hair was long and curly but was now partially covering her face.
Sherri turned to face her friend, then gently and caringly brushed
the loose hairs from her face.

"Honey, it's Okay. We don't have to do this. I
don't want you to do anything you don't want to do. But, if anyone
deserves a guilt-free night, it's you. And, " she added with a
smirk, "You can always say I put an evil spell on you. After
all, you were the one who said you were cursed. Isn't this how you
break an evil witch's curse?"

I watched Grace absorb what my wife had said, before
she looked up with a spark in her eye. "Fuck it. It's been a
shit year. Literally can't get any worse. So, why the fuck not? If
nothing else I'll know that for once, I'm having more fun than that
dickhead Andy."

"That's the spirit" said Sherri, "Now,
let's see what you have under there. Turn around." When her
friend turned, Sherri unclasped the redhead's bra and let it slide
off. Grace turned back around to show her small, bare tits, pert
nipples and areola so pale and pink that they almost faded into her
natural skin color. Without prompting, she reached down to her hips
and slid her underwear down revealing a patch of red pubic hair that
matched the flaming color on her head. Her bush was trimmed at the
edges, but full and I found myself staring at my first view of a
natural redhead. She saw me staring and moved to cover herself.

"I'm sorry , I haven't exactly worried about ,
down there. Nobody really gets to see lately."

"Oh, stop that crap." Sherri said, pushing
her hands aside. "He's staring because he thinks it's hot. Right
babe?"

"Definitely. Holy fuck, Grace. Your body is
amazing. Andy's a moron. Just saying'."

I watched as my wife started to run her fingers
through her friend's lush pubic hair while her other hand started to
caress one of her tits. I heard Grace gasp when she felt fingers
slide up and down her pussy lips as she shifted her hips to the
sensations. Sherri's hand continued to stroke her friend and she used
her other one to turn Grace's head toward her. She licked her
friend's pale lips with her tongue before giving her a gentle kiss.
She continued to stroke and gently kiss her until finally her tongue
was met with Grace's. The two women kissed slowly and romantically,
while Sherri's fingers continued their dance. Grace was slowly
spreading her legs giving my wife better access to her pussy. Her
free hand seemed to be moving up and down Sherri's body attempting to
keep her balance. As her hand reached Sherri's lace covered tit, she
worked it into the cup attempting to release it. Sherri pulled back
for moment, reached behind her back, and unsnapped her bra, wriggling
out and letting it fall to the floor. Her tits fell out with a bounce
showing us that her nipples were erect with arousal. Grace grabbed
and lifted her friend's tit feeling its heft and weight in her palm.

They pulled each other closer and I watched as their
naked tits pressed against each other while they continued to kiss.
Sherri worked her fingers back down to Grace's ginger pussy and began
to strum along her slit. Grace gyrated her pelvis against the
fluttering fingers that were flicking her clit. My cock swelled as
the two friends kissed harder and deeper and Sherri's fingers pressed
into her friend's pussy. It didn't take long before Grace's head
rolled back and she was gasping for air. She gripped Sherri's wrist
and held it in place against her pussy as an orgasm rolled over her.
Her gasps and moans filled the quiet room as she bucked against the
invading fingers.

When she finally stopped moving, I could see that her
pale skin had flushed pink and beads of sweat had formed on her
forehead. My wife pulled her fingers away and dipped one between her
lips, licking Grace's juices off.

"Now, let me grant you your next wish, and get
you into bed so you and Jay can have some fun."

As Grace gingerly climbed onto the bed, I stripped
off my remaining clothes and settled my head on the pillows, while
Sherri pulled down her panties and crawled in next to Grace. She was
still clad in her black stockings and garter belt with her own pussy
now exposed.

"He looks ready, but I'm thinking one of us
should make sure. Do you want to get him even harder or should I?"
my wife asked.

"You do it. I want to watch first."

Sherri smiled up at us both and turned her body on
the bed so that her head was level with my crotch. I watched in awe
as her red lips slid over the head of my cock. She kept only my head
sealed between her lips as her tongue swirled around the sensitive
skin. She pulled up and licked around rim again before taking me back
in her mouth. She started to suck this time while she coated my cock
with saliva. As my cock swelled and pulsed in my wife's mouth, I
opened my eyes to see Grace's eyes glued to the scene while she
stroked up and down Sherri's nylon covered legs.

Sherri opened her eyes and looked up at me with her
mouth still full of my cock. I watched her give me a sensual wink and
open her legs wider, inviting Grace to increase her motions. Her
friend took the hint and shifted her body so that she could run her
hands further up to Sherri's bare thighs. I watched as she moved her
hands higher and just as she made contact my wife's shaved pussy,
Sherri plunged her mouth down taking my entire cock into her mouth
and throat. Her head bobbed up and down faster, sucking and licking
me as her friend fingered her pussy. I felt my cock start to swell
and I reached down to grip her short hair. Just when I thought I was
going to explode, Sherri pulled off my cock with a wet "Pop".

"Hmm. I think you're ready, but I don't want you
to come yet. I think Grace needs some of that, but not in her mouth."
Sherri shifted again on the bed giving Grace and me room to get
closer to each other. "What's your favorite po
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Minnesota Libido: Part 3.
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The light coming in from the city lights made the sky
glow in an orange-yellow hue. The snow was falling harder now and the
effect was mesmerizing. When the wind would blow, snow would spiral
in front of the windows, then dissipate into a swirling cloud. We sat
and watched the storm for about 10 minutes, with Sherri occasionally
taking a sip of her drink, and sometimes rubbing her naked ass
against me. I continued to fondle her tits and kiss the back of her
neck as we watched the storm fill the sky. We'd just had some amazing
blizzard sex after a Christmas party. Our drapes were wide open in
the high-rise condo's living room. The Twin Cities skyline was
reduced to a snowy white glow, but the other towers in the
development were only 50 yards from us. About the width between
sidelines of a football field. Most of the windows were glowing from
Christmas trees all lit up. In the other living rooms Lamps added to
the ambiance.

Out of nowhere, Sherri suddenly exclaimed, "We
have naked people!"

"Where?"

"First building, 2 floors up, one, two, three,
four windows from the left."

I propped myself up to get a better look and sure
enough, a middle-aged woman was in her bedroom getting undressed. She
looked like she had been at a similar event as we had been, as she
was in the process of taking off a red cocktail dress and staring out
her window with her lights on. This gave us a clear view of her
bra-clad torso and eventually her matching red panties. She reached
around and undid her bra, releasing her large tits from their
containment. She was either oblivious or apathetic to the fact that
she could be seen, because she stood in her window, staring out,
while gently rubbing her tits.

"That's something you men will never understand.
Just how amazing it feels to release your tits from a bra at the end
of the day."

Before I could respond, we saw that something behind
the other woman got her attention, as she suddenly turned away,
giving us a view of her thong-covered ass. Further back in the room,
we saw a bare-chested, silver-haired man take her into an embrace. As
they passionately kissed, we could see that they were both exploring
the other with their hands. After a few minutes, they broke their
embrace and started walking toward the bed. Just as the woman bent
over to remove her thong, the lights clicked off enveloping them in
darkness.

"Well! Show's over!" I joked as I slumped
back into the chair.

Sherri got a glint in her eye and said, "Maybe
we can give a little show of our own if anyone else is out there."

She slid off the chair to her knees and reached up to
start pulling off my boxers. I lifted my hips to let her slide them
over my pelvis and down my legs.

"But first, let me get you ready." Sherri
reached over for her glass and took a large sip of champagne. I saw
her swish it around in her mouth and swallow, just as she took my
entire length into her mouth.

The combination of the chilled champagne, tiny
bubbles and the heat of her mouth was an incredible feeling. As she
swirled her tongue around my shaft, I could steel feel the slight
carbonation from the liquid giving a tingling effect all over my
cock. Sherri worked her mouth up and down alternating between using
her lips to suck on just the head, to taking me all the way to the
entrance to her throat. As I watched her head bob up and down, I took
some of her long blonde hair into my hands to increase her speed.

I could feel my arousal building and Sherri could
too, because she pushed herself up and said, "Nope. You're not
cumming yet. I have a better idea. Hand me that pillow from the
couch."
I handed her one of the throw pillows and she put in
on the 3 foot ledge that was against the base of the windows. She
reached over and turned on the lamp on the end table by the chair.
This meant that for the first time, anyone who looked our way would
be able to see into our condo. Once the light was on, she leaned over
onto the ledge , placing her forearms on the pillow. That left her
bent over, with her heels planted and her ass stuck out behind her.

I came up behind her and gripped her hip with my left
hand. I used my right hand to start rubbing my cock-head up against
the entrance of her sopping wet pussy. As I did that, she began to
push back against me, attempting to get me inside her. The mutual
teasing went back and forth for only a minute or two, until I
couldn't take it anymore.

With a grunt, I said, "I need to be inside you"
and thrusted forward. After all the teasing, touching, licking and
sucking, I didn't have the strength to ease myself into her. I
entered her pussy in one big thrust. She was wet enough that she was
able to take me in fully. I shifted so that I had both my hands on
her hips, and with her heels still on we were lined up to give me
perfect alignment with her. I started thrusting harder and was able
to look up and see her reflection in our windows. Her small tits were
bouncing with each thrust. Her long hair had fallen over her face
obscuring my view, but I could hear her gasping and moaning with each
thrust.

I could feel her wetness flowing down my cock and
balls as we continued our thrusting. Her pussy was an amazing velvety
glove that wrapped around me as moved in and out. I kept changing the
tempo from rapidly pounding in and out to slowly pulling all the back
to her entrance before slowly sliding back in. Because of our angle,
I would occasionally brush against her g-spot, soliciting a larger
moan from her. After a few minutes, I knew I wouldn't last much
longer, so I slowed down for a moment. As I did that, I reached down
and grabbed a fistful of Sherri's hair, pulling her head up to see
our reflection in the window as well.

"Babe, you look so hot right now. Look at you,
bent over, with your ass up in the air, your tits bouncing as I fuck
you. Look. Tell me, do you like watching yourself getting fucked?"

Sherri was staring at our reflection in the darkened
windows. "Yes, it's so hot. Fuck me, baby. Fuck me."

I renewed my grip on her hair and her hip and began
thrusting harder into her. The sounds of me slapping up against her
ass filled the room as we picked up our speed and force. At this
point, I could feel the pressure building in my balls and knew I
wasn't going to last much longer.

"Babe. I'm gonna cum. Where do you want it?"

"Cum inside me. Fill me up. Fill my pussy with
your cum."

Hearing her tell me where she wanted me to cum sent
me over the edge. I thrusted forward one final time and exploded into
her pussy. We both panted and grunted as wave after wave of my cum
filled her up. I could feel our combined juices leak out of her as we
slowed our pace.

Sherri collapsed her arms and laid down on the
pillow, panting and gasping for air. I was still inside her, working
to get my own pulse rate down to normal. I was still holding on to
her hips, losing some of my hardness, but not going completely soft.
Every few seconds, Sherri would move or rotate her hips, keeping me
stimulated inside her. I could feel our combined juices flowing out
of her, and on to my crotch and pelvis. I knew I was getting to the
point of getting hard again, but figured that her legs must be
getting tired of standing and bracing her up.

Just as I started to pull out, I stopped when
something caught my eye. "Babe. Someone's watching us."

Sherri lifted her head and tried to look through the
windows and the storm toward the other buildings, "Where?"

"Across the way, down a few floors. There's a
guy in the window and someone is jerking him off."

Sure enough, after searching for a few seconds, she
was able to make out the figure of a man across the way. He had on a
bathrobe that was open, showing that he was naked underneath.
Although the shadows prevented us from seeing many details, it was
obvious that there was a woman behind him who was jerking him off as
he looked up toward us. The sight of the mystery couple combined with
the excitement of being watched had me hardening again. As I started
to move back inside her, Sherri spoke up.

"Wait, stop. We're not going to let him watch!
That's just weird." She started to stand up, but I pushed her
shoulders back down and began to slide in and out of her again.

"You were the one who turned the lights on. I'm
officially calling your bluff." I started to move faster while
straining to see our observers through the snow.

"Oh, that's so hot. I can't believe we're going
to do this. But, please babe, my legs are dying. Let's switch things
up a bit."

I pulled out and backed away, letting Sherri stand
up. She arched her back and stretched, which I'm sure was an
intentional bonus view for our audience.

"I've got it" said Sherri. "You sit on
the window ledge. Perfect. Now, put your feet on the ottoman."

As I followed her directions, I had my back to the
windows as Sherri finally kicked off her heels, then straddled me and
lowered her dripping pussy back on to my cock. She was facing out and
started narrating for me.

"Babe. They are definitely watching us. He has a
set of binoculars and he's looking right as us. He's watching me ride
you, baby."

As she spoke, I pulled her closer to me and took her
left tit into my mouth. I took her small nipple and danced my tongue
over it, feeling it stiffen. I switched over to her other tit and did
the same. As I sucked and licked on her tits, Sherri began to ride me
harder. Because of her angle, she was rubbing her clit right along my
pubic bone and I could feel her starting to peak again.

"I can see her hand. She's stroking his cock
right now. I think he's telling her what we're doing. Oh, she's gonna
make him cum just from watching us."

Knowing they were watching, I decided to turn it up a
notch. I took my hand and gave Sherri a solid smack on her ass.

"Fuck!" she screamed as an orgasm ripped
through her. I smacked her other cheek as she bucked on me, rolling
into another level of her orgasm. I could feel my own orgasm coming
on quickly, as she started to gasp for air and slow her own motions.

In a quick movement, I pulled out of her pussy,
picked her up, and laid her back onto the ottoman under her. I
glanced over my shoulder to see our audience and began to jerk my own
cock off. After only a few strokes, I let loose with a huge moan and
exploded on to Sherri's prone form.

Cum shot from my cock and began to cover Sherri's
tits and stomach in a flood of creamy fluid. As my body jerked, a few
errant streams hit her chin and hair. I looked over my shoulder to
see that the woman had dropped to her knees and had taken our
observer into her mouth as he exploded into it.

I stepped away from the window, and clicked of the
light, collapsing into the armchair where the night had started.
Sherri crawled in next to me, still covered in my cum. She licked
some off of her lips and took a sip of champagne.

She nuzzled into my neck and gave me kiss, "Happy
Holidays, babe. I'd say we got the season off to a good start."

I reached down and rolled her stockings down her
legs. Her head fell into the soft back of the chair and I grabbed a
large blanket from the nearby sofa. I slid back into the chair with
her, both of us covered in our juices. Sherri snuggled back into me,
the alcohol and activities sending her off into a deep sleep. I tried
to keep my eyes open, watching the storm, but soon e both dozed off,
as the holiday snow continued to fall over the city.
Exchanging Valentine's Gifts
My pregnant wife & I have a special
Valentines date
When my wife, Sherri and I got married, we knew we
wanted to have kids quickly. I was 31 at the time and she was a few
years older. So the window, as they say, was closing. We didn't
expect her to get pregnant That quickly, though! Sherri announced the
news in mid-October that she was expecting our first child.

The whole time we were dating and at our wedding,
Sherri was a rail-thin blonde with hair halfway down her back. She
had small b-cup tits, tiny waist, wider hips and ass, and long legs.
Back in the early 2000, she was a perfect model for the women's
clothing store "bebe". As her pregnancy progressed, she
started to fill out more. Her tits got larger and fuller, her ass got
bigger and her stomach began to grow. Because she was almost 5 months
pregnant, she had a growing baby bump that she mostly hid with her
clothes. Bulky sweaters and loose fitting dresses hadn't yet given
way to full maternity-wear.

Still, she tended to hide herself from me as her body
changed. When I did see her naked, I noticed even more differences.
Her areolae were larger and darker than usual, almost absorbing her
small nipples on her swollen tits. She had also been letting her
pubic hair grow in more. Usually, Sherri kept herself closely trimmed
but at that point, she had a thicker brown bush that was in a messy
triangle.

The most unfortunate part of her early pregnancy?
Morning sickness. Actually, to call it that is inaccurate. Sherri
suffered from morning, afternoon, evening and night sickness. The
poor woman was constantly nauseous with heartburn and after 4-5
months of pregnancy, it was starting to wear on her. She had less
energy but was also losing her zest for life in general. Just the
aspect of being constantly sick to her stomach made doing everything
more difficult and less enjoyable for her.

As a result, we spent most of that winter at home,
watching TV, renting movies, and playing games. Oh, and no sex. That
one was a joint effort, however. Given her overall condition, she
didn't have much interest in getting bounced around in bed. At the
same time, I wasn't exactly pushing her. Truth be told, I was
terrified. I was one of those guys that thought her having sex while
she was pregnant would somehow hurt Sherri or our unborn child. No, I
didn't think my cock would be poking the baby in the head , I should
be so lucky to be that big, but I was just nervous about the whole
idea of sex.

In mid-January as Valentine's Day approached, I asked
Sherri what she wanted to do for the holiday.

"I'll be honest" she said, "The nausea
has been better lately. Heartburn too. But I just don't feel like
going out, is that Okay?"

"Whatever you want. But do you just want to make
a reservation at the Lakeside Café around the corner? It's
casual with great food, they know us there and if you start to feel
sick, we're close to home."

Sherri's eyes started to tear up. "No. Can't we
just stay in? I mean look at me. I have dark circles under my eyes,
my hair seems to have these weird curls now" she was now
progressing from tears to full crying and sobbing. "Less and
less of my clothes fit, my skin is breaking out, I can't wear high
heels because my feet hurt, I'm tired all the time and none of my
clothes even fit me!"

I wrapped my arms around Sherri and let her cry into
my shoulder. As she started to slowly calm down, I said, "You
said your clothes don't fit twice." Sherri stifled a small
chuckle as she sniffled on my shoulder.

"Shut up. Don't make me laugh. This sucks."

"Look Babe, if you don't want to do anything
that night, it's fine. But you can't let all this build up! You're
gonna make yourself sick." I pulled her away from me and looked
her in the eye. "Let me look into some options and then we can
decide. But if what you want to do is stay in, that's fine with me,
too."

The next day, I went into my office on a mission. I
asked my assistant, Grace, to follow me into my office. I "inherited"
Grace from my predecessor and she was a veteran of the company. Grace
was in her late-fifties and I was convinced she was more in charge
than I was on any given day.

"What's up?" she asked.

"I need your help. Sherri is in a tough place
right now. She was in tears for an hour last night."

"What did you do?"

"Nothing! I asked her what she wanted to do for
Valentine's Day!"

"So, what upset her?"

"Everything. Valentine's Day, her hair, her
feet, her skin. Literally everything."

"Yeah, you men will never understand, but
pregnancy is miserable. I mean the kids are wonderful and motherhood
is great; but everything else pretty much sucks. So, what are we
doing?"

I gave Grace a sarcastic look, "I don't know.
That's why I have you, to tell me what to do."

"Useless. You men are all the same. Fucking
useless. Do you have any ideas?"

My latest blank stare seemed to frustrate Grace even
more. If we hoped to progress at all, she knew she'd have to take
control of all of this.

"Okay" she started. "Valentine's Day
is on a Saturday this year. Is there a little restaurant close to you
that she likes? Nothing too fancy?"

"There's the Lakeside Bistro. We know the owner
and go there all the time."

"Great" she continued, "I need you to
call him and get a reservation. But warn him that you may end up
doing takeout at the last minute if Sherri wants to stay in."

"Got it" I said as she scribbled in her
pad, never looking down, keeping eye contact with me.

"You're going to treat her to a whole day of
pampering to make her feel like her old self for a day. Who's her
best friend?"

"Linda"

"Call Linda. Tell her to block off that day to
spend with Sherri." Grace was in full order-giving mode, now.
"I'll find a salon to get her hair done, plus a facial and
massage for her and her friend. I'll find the most upscale maternit
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