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Boyfriend
Terence Ogleby said bye to her son as he headed out to drive to
Hearthville. There was a part of her that wanted to invite
herself to go with him but she didn't. She simply closed the
door behind him and looked around the large entrance room to her
mansion. "This place is going to be so lonely." She
walked to the kitchen; her extra large kitchen. Her extra
lonely kitchen.
Terence fixed herself a bowl of cereal. Then she reached
down inside her red pocketbook for her cellphone. "Should I
call my x-husband or should I not call my x-husband.
Probably not. I doubt Lawrence even wants to talk to
me." Then she looked more closely at the cellphone.
She remembered when she and Roger had gone swimming and left their
cellphones on the patio table. Somehow they had managed to
swap phones. She didn't know how because his phone was a
good bit different from her phone but there his phone was.
She clicked a button and pulled up the address book. She
glanced down the list for her number. Her number was
third down the list after Jossette and Lawrence, her
x-husband. "He still has Jossette's old number on his
phone."
It was sudden how her emotions over came her. Terence
trembled. Her lips quivered. She reached for a kleenex to
fight back her tears. "Jossette. I miss you so
much. I guess so does your brother. I wonder if he
still has any pictures of you on his phone." She looked over
the menu guide. "God, this is so confusing. It is not
like anything on my phone." She clicked a menu that took her
to an online image storage locker. It appeared empty but she
guessed there was a protected level if she knew the
password. Then she hit another button that was for more
recent pictures. "What? Oh my God. That is the biggest
cock I have ever seen." Then she flipped back to the picture
of Selby James. "He is handsome. I wonder if that is
his cock."
With a smile Lawrence turned. Clyde sometimes liked to
mention some item he'd found at a yard sale since Clyde knew he
was in the antique business. Lawrence had bought a few nice
items from Clyde. Lawrence asked, "Do you have anything good
to sell to me?"
Clyde shook his head. "The last yard sales I've gone to have
just had junk or thought their good items were gold.
No. I wanted to ask you about Steed. He normally comes
here on the days I am on duty and I haven't seen him. I
asked the nurses and they said he hasn't been to see his mom in
over a couple of weeks. Is he okay?"
Lawrence felt ashamed. He had not checked on his nephew or
asked him out for lunch in over a month. "I guess.
I've been busy with moving and all and I have not talked to him
lately."
Clyde said, "Well, I am not sure how to tell you this. Some
people consider these subjects kind of peculiar."
"What?"
"Well, one night I was working kind of late. This place gets
kind of spooky at night and so it could have been my
imagination." Clyde hesitated. "Ah hell, I don't need
to tell you this. Just make a point to check on your nephew
and make sure that he is okay."
"What were you going to say?"
"I was sitting at my desk in the lobby and I was reading some
things on my e-tablet." Clyde pulled out his e-tablet. "I
love these electronic devices."
Lawrence nodded. "Yeah, I love playing games on mine when I
am bored. Please continue with what you want to tell me."
Clyde cleared his throat as he put his e-tablet back away. "Like I
said, I was sitting at my desk and reading. Suddenly I felt
a hand on my shoulder. It was just for a second and I saw
the image of Steed fade into nothing. There was nothing
there. Chills ran up my spine."
Excerpt From Billy Bingo: Sexual Blackmail, The Videotape Murder
Chapter Seven
18 year old Billy Bingo had been planning on going out to Stone
Mountain to camp with Steve Webster. The trip got called off
because of a decorating job that was behind schedule. Steve’s
mother was pitching a fit to get it finished.
Before the trip was called off Billy had put his tent up on the
green in front of his family’s Apartment and at the parking lot
across from the pool. He had put the tent up to check the poles
and to make sure the tent is still water proofed.
After the trip was called off Billy had decided to sleep in the
tent and camp right there at the Apartment. He knew it was
rather odd but he figured from the tent he could keep an eye on
the pool. Once vacant and darkened for the night, Billy
thought he might slip inside the pool area to go for a midnight
skinny dip. He understood in the minds of some people that
wanting to skinny dip alone is also odd, but he enjoys the
feeling, the sense of freedom, from swimming nude.
Billy fixes a cooler similar to if he was going camping for
real. He takes a sleeping bag to put in his tent. He
places a lawn lounge chair next to the tent. He ignores the
odd looks from people walking in the parking lot as he sits in the
lounge chair to eat his ham and tomato sandwich. Watching
the people walking here and there as he sits eating the sandwich,
Billy considers the Apartment complex seems extra lively this hot,
summer, Friday evening.
When Billy finishes his sandwich he walks over to where Lilly,
Beth, Joan, and Judy, are playing dodgeball. Ralph has just
finished putting a new toilet in the Carson Apartment and is
sitting on the hill watching the girls.
Billy sits down next Ralph. He isn’t sure what to say to
Ralph. Billy clears his throat. “Lilly and Beth are
sexy.”
Ralph glances at Billy’s crotch and then looks into his blue
eyes. He wants to reach over and brush Billy’s long, blonde
bangs out of his eyes but he doesn’t. Ralph announces as he
stands up, “Off to change some electric outlets.” He
glances down at Billy. “Now don’t be having a three-way with
Lilly and Beth.”
Billy raises his eyebrows with a grin but doesn’t say anything as
Ralph walks off. Ralph vanishes through the door of the
Apartment building when suddenly Billy feels a ball bounce off his
forehead. He runs to get the ball to hand to Joan. As
Billy bends over to pick the ball up Joan pinches him on the
behind. Billy ignores the pinch and hands the ball to Joan.
Joan takes the ball. “Bad your camping trip with Steve
Webster was called off.”
Billy shrugs. “Work comes first. Or so I hear.”
Joan nods. She shrugs. “You want to play dodgeball with us.”
“Sure.”
25 year old Lilly and 25 year old Beth look at 18 year old Billy
and giggle as he walks up to stand with them between Joan and
Judy. Beth has wanted to fuck Billy ever since she and Bobby
peeped in Billy’s window and saw him masturbating. Billy gives a
flirtatious look but can’t think of anything to say. Billy
knows that Steve has wanted him to get to know Beth better.
Joan waste no time in hitting Billy with the ball and they swap
places. Billy aims at Joan but doesn’t hit anyone.
Judy explains as she grabs up the ball, “You lose 1 point.
Lose 9 more and you are out.” Judy hits Beth with the ball
and they swap places.
Billy is getting ready to throw the ball when he sees someone
walking from having bought some ice cream cones for herself and
Joan. Joan screams, “Oh yeah,” as she runs to get her cone.
Joan notices how Billy is staring at the woman with the ice cream
cone. “This is Rachel. Rachel Aghar.
Pretty. Isn’t she?”
Billy nods and Rachel blushes. Billy straightens his posture
and takes his hand to push his hair away from his face so that
Rachel might see what his face looks like. Rachel thinks he
is beautiful. Billy doesn’t consider Rachel beautiful but he
feels an attraction.
Billy remembers the times that his mother and sister Bess thought
he was off playing with friends but he was spying on them.
At times he would watch with binoculars from an old deer stand in
the back of the Apartment Complex that they then lived in. Other
times he would creep closer. He would sneak in and out of
the Apartment without them even knowing it. He would crawl
beneath the Apartment and listened to the muffled conversations.
Though she is older, Billy recognizes Rachel.
Rachel pulls change from her pocketbook and hands the money to
Joan. “Here is your change.” Joan takes the two
quarters and slips the money in her blue jeans.
Suddenly Dirk and Bobby drive up in Dirk’s red convertible
mustang.
“Come here Rachel,” Dirk calls to Rachel from the driver side of
the mustang. Rachel hands Billy the melting ice cream cone
which he quickly finishes eating as she walks reluctantly to the
car. Steve has told Billy some about Dirk and Rachel.
Judy walks closer to Billy. She doesn’t know that Billy has
met Dirk Jenkins. “Dirk is money. Dirk is around my age,
25. Rachel’s mother used to be the Jenkins’ family maid.
Dirk and Rachel pretty much grew up together. Don’t they
make a cute couple?”
Billy slumps down and doesn’t know why he feels so odd in seeing
Rachel answer to Dirk’s call. It is not like he even knows
Rachel. He tells himself she isn’t that pretty. Billy
doesn’t mean to speak out loud, “Why do I care? The
attraction I felt doesn’t even make sense.”
Joan grabs Judy and laughs with a huge smile on her face.
“Does attraction ever make sense?”
Billy softly chuckles. He feels a natural fondness for
Joan. She is on the heavy side and leaves her hair appearing
uncombed. Still there is a brightness in her expression and
a cheer in her voice. Judy seems to be just the opposite to
Joan in many ways. Judy is skinny, prissy, well groomed,
more reserved and with something of a sadness about her at
times. Billy thinks that Joan and Judy are probably
the most improbable of couples but he can’t imagine what either
would be like if they weren’t a couple.
Billy walks closer to where Rachel is leaning into the window of
the mustang. Dirk notices that Billy is trying to eavesdrop
and screams at Billy. “This is between Rachel and me!” Dirk
grabs an unopened beer from the cooler between he and Bobby and
throws it at Billy.
Billy manages to catch the can of beer and looking cool he pops
the lid and takes a drink without missing a beat. In a deep
voice Billy acknowledge the gift. "Thanks man.”
Rachel backs away from the mustang. She is crying.
Dirk opens the door to his car and somberly goes after
Rachel. “I am sorry for the things just said but you don’t
love me. I want my ring back.”
“Why?” Rachel screams. “I don’t understand. I do
love you. Why would you think I only want your family’s
money? We don’t have to get married. Just
please. Please. Stay my friend.”
Dirk shakes his head. “I want my ring back.”
Dropping her pocketbook to the ground, Rachel pulls the large
golden diamond ring from her finger. With her hands trembling she
returns the ring to Dirk as he publicly ends their
engagement. She wonders if everyone watching can see how
much she feels her world is ending. “You’ve been my friend
since we were children.”
Like with the senses of a wild animal, Billy feels as though a
predator is watching. Billy turns toward a window and sees
the smiling pose of Ralph Shath observing Rachel’s pain.
Rachel watches in disbelief as Dirk returns to his mustang and
drives off. Screaming in tears Rachel drops to the ground
and trying to distract her thoughts pulls up a hand of dirt.
Through her tears she watches the dirt filter through her pale
fingers and shower to the ground. Naturally and not really
considering her actions, she pulls her pocketbook from the ground
and to her lap.
Lilly and Beth look at one another and Lilly tells Beth, “Someone
needs to go to her and tell her that she is better off without
him.”
Joan and Judy hug one another. Joan tells Judy, “If you ever
hurt me that way I will kill you. You do understand.
Don’t ever hurt me that way.”
Judy and Beth both start toward Rachel at the same time.
Judy questions Beth, “What are we going to say.” Beth shrugs
her shoulders, acknowledging she is equally clueless in these type
of situations.
Billy sits down next to Rachel. “I am sorry. I
didn’t realize, understand.”
“He and I have been friends forever. I don’t care about the
marriage plans.” Rachel continues crying. “My mom
cared about the marriage plans. I don’t care.”
“You will be friends again. I am sure your mother only cares
about you being happy.” Billy isn’t sure what else to
say. He looks over his shoulder back to Joan who quickly
responds to Billy’s silent call and she rushes to sit down on the
other side of Rachel.
“Girl, you look a mess.” Joan picks up Rachel’s small
pocketbook from Rachel’s lap. She removes a small pack of
Kleenex and opens the pack to hand Rachel a tissue. “Wipe
those ugly tears off your face. Your mascara is running.”
Rachel takes the tissue and then pulls a small mirror from her
pocketbook. She glances at herself and wipes the wet mascara
away from her eyes. She pulls some makeup from her
pocketbook as Joan stands up and turns around to look at Lilly,
Beth, and Judy. “God. If I am ever a mess I think I’d
rather Billy be my friend.” They continue standing, looking
clueless when Joan screams, “Come on, let us help the girl.”
Rachel stands as she slips the makeup back into her pocketbook and
they all rush to be by Rachel’s side. Rachel looks down at
Billy, “Thanks.” They then all walk to the Apartment
Building and leaving Billy sitting on the ground.
Billy looks over at his tent and sees a kid pulling a drink from
his cooler. Billy screams at the kid as he rushes to catch
the kid but the kid is gone in a heart beat. Billy
laughs. “Little thief.”
Back at his campsite Billy tosses the beer can he is still holding
into a garbage bag next to his cooler. Billy glances over at
the pool that is still busy with people.
Excerpt From Bare Detectives: Judy's Missing Boyfriend
Victor watched his brother walking toward his class. He then
quickly raced to his brother's car and got a towel from his gym
bag. As Victor was closing the boot to his brother's car,
there stood Sarah Kelly. She was pretty enough. Nice
breast. Slim waist. A fairly pretty face. Blonde
hair. But then Victor looked down at her legs. She
really had ugly legs. "And also she is not a very nice
person," Victor thought as he touched the slime she had put in his
hair. In a harsh voice Victor asked, "What do you want?"
"I want to fuck you."
Victor protested, "Liar. Leave me alone."
"Say, where are your books?"
"I left them at home by accident."
Sarah touched her lips in a soft kiss behind Victor's ear. "You
are an idiot. But you are kind of cute. I do want to
fuck you. I want to feel your hard cock in my tight
pussy." She touched Victor under the chin. "You would
like that, wouldn't you."
"I don't think so."
Sarah touched her finger down to the zipper of Victor's pants. "Oh
come on. If there is anything better than friends with
benefits, it is enemies with benefits. With enemies there is
no danger of falling in love."
"You don't want to have sex with me. You are just trying to
set me up and somehow cause me problems."
Harry walked up. He looked at Victor and then looked at
Sarah. He told Sarah, "Leave him alone. Stop being
mean."
Victor quickly walked away from them and toward the old gym.
Harry screamed to Victor. "I am sorry about earlier."
Sarah screamed, "I am no..." but before she could get
all the words out Harry stopped her with a kiss.
Victor glanced back over his shoulder at Harry and Sarah. He
hollered back to the kissing duo, "No problem." He grinned as he
thought about Sarah pretending that she would like to fuck
him. Victor figured that she was up to something but still
the thought of him having sex with her amused him. "I wonder what
having sex with a woman, who is like a dangerous alley cat, would
be like."
With a towel in hand Victor reached the old gym. The place
was kind of creepy. There were scattered beer cans in the
overgrown, tall, green grass. There was a frog jumping from
beer can to beer can like he was playing a game. The
concrete steps leading up to the old breezeway were
crumbling. As Victor walked around the breezeway to the side
gym door, it felt odd that no one was around. Victor opened
the door and a ladder was right there at the doorway.
A female painter was standing on the ladder and as she reached to
paint she was dangling above Victor's head. Paint dripped
from her paintbrush and fell right into Victor's hair. "Oh,
my fucking damn." Victor felt the wet paint in his hair.
The sexy painter quickly climbed down the ladder and
apologized. "I am so sorry. It is a water based paint.
It will wash out." Her apologetic voice suddenly changed to a
somewhat sexual tone. "The gym and locker room are closed
today while we are working on them." She raised her eyebrows and
she puckered a grin, "But you can use the shower."
"Thanks." Victor said as he bashfully looked down toward his own
crotch.
"We are finishing up from the night shift. I am the only one
of the crew left." She didn't mention she owned the
business. "Will I creep you out if I join you in the shower
to clean up before getting out of here?" Her words were soft as
she obviously was trying not to frighten Victor.
Victor wondered silently, "Should I be frightened of this cute
painter; this older woman?" Then Victor quickly interrupted what
he feared was a rather peculiar silence on his part and boldly
said, "No. I won't be creeped out. It is a
public shower."
So wondering if the painter lady was planning something sexual,
Victor walked into the locker room. He undressed and he put
his clothes in a locker. With the towel around his neck he
walked into the shower area. He stepped clumsily over a bench and
he put the towel on a rack opposite to the shower.
The painter lady, now naked, was grinning as she came into
the shower area. She put her bag down on the bench and then
watched Victor, nude, step back over the bench. She pulled
out a soap bar on a rope which she hung loosely around her
neck. The bar of soap bounced against her beautiful
breast. She then removed some shampoo and a washrag from her
bag. Watching her, Victor saw that that the lady was muscular
looking. She obviously liked to exercise. Though skinny, Victor
considered that he probably looked totally out of shape to her.
As the painter lady began to shower she asked, "So what is your
major?"
"Oh, nothing major. I like working on cars and plan to be a
mechanic."
"That is cool. My husband and I are also into cars. We
sometimes do mud racing over at that track over on Hollice and
Highland. He is more of the mechanic than I am but we do
okay together."
Victor began trying to work the slime out of his hair. "That is
cool. Do you know Sally Smith and her brother Sam.
They and their father own the Gravedig Junkyard. They also
race."
"Hell yeah. You know what they say. Six degrees. By
the way my name is Sandy Stowe."
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable taking a shower with a woman who he
now gathered was not interested in sex, Victor said, "Sandy, nice
to know you. My name is Victor Duddley."
Sandy said, "When we first started racing, Sally gave me and my
husband Dirk a lot of pointers. Lately she and Sam have been
losing and I think she wishes she had given me fewer pointers."
Victor started jumping trying to get his head closer to the spew
of water coming out of the shower. With each jump his dick
flopped. "Sally is probably glad to see you win, though she
is competitive."
"What on earth are you doing? That paint is water
based. It should not be that difficult to get out."
"Earlier, a girl put slime in my hair. That is the reason I
was coming to shower when you added a bit of paint to the mix."
Sandy moaned, "Oh hell." Sandy got her washrag and shampoo
firmly in hand. Her walk was sexy as Victor noticed her
approaching him. In a nervous panic he swallowed a gulp of
air. He wasn't sure what was about to happen. Her
breast touched his shoulder as she bent him down to look at his
hair. "Oh hell, this is a mess," she said. Sandy
poured her shampoo on his head and took her washrag to begin
working the slime out. "It is coming out. There it is
out. That shampoo did the trick."
"Thanks." Shyly Victor turned and looked into her
face. There was a moment he thought she might have been
waiting for a kiss but then he figured thinking such a thing was
silly.
"No problem." With a slightly disappointed look on her face, Sandy
walked back to her shower.
Victor looked down at his pecker. He wasn't sure whether he
should be proud or embarrassed that Sandy had not caused his cock
to become erect. Victor said, "Well, I guess I better try to get
out of here and see if I can attend at least some of my classes
today."
Sandy said, "Hope we see each other at the race track."
"Yeah, that will be cool. Of course you know I have to root
for Sally."
"Hey, when I am not racing, I always do."
Victor turned the shower off but it continued to drip. He
hated when shower heads do that. He felt walking away from a
dripping shower is like walking away from something
unfinished. "Like stop dripping already." Still Victor
was in a hurry and so he didn't fiddle with the shower knobs but
for a moment. Victor took a last longing look at Sandy with
water flowing over her nude body and then quickly exited the
shower. He went to the locker, got dressed, and rushed to
his class. He did not realize that he had dropped his
brother's keys inside of the locker room when he was getting
dressed.
