Heart Is Where the Home Is Ch. 02

"My, you look gloomy," Sara said when she came into the kitchen and found Jennifer sitting sulking at the table. "Aww, it's my boyfriend. He is hopeless. One week he is all tentative and then the next he is just gone and ignores me." Jennifer sounded angry. "I never know where I have him!" Sara was a bit taken aback by the emotional storm coming from her daughter. "Don't worry, honey, I am sure he cares for you," "It is so frustrating!" "Take it easy, honey, he will come back again." Sara tried to sound reassuring. She really did not know what to say. She was completely inexperienced with teenager's relationship problems. "He is young and has a lot of things to think about. Sooner or later, he will realize what is important and pay better attention." Jennifer looked pleased. Apparently, it made sense to her what Sara said. "Thanks, mom, it feels good to have your support." "Any time, hone...

Your comments inspired me to continue exploring these characters. Finding time to write, especially when it has to be in secret, is challenging. At some point I will move on to other story lines and personalities. But first I must finish what I started in "Group Project," and continued with "Group Discount." I am curious to see how far I get with this edition. Chapter One Sex with Claire had been amazing. Experiencing her charms, having her long legs wrapped around his body, had been amazing. At nearly six-feet tall, she was like a blonde goddess. There was the added excitement that night of Bethany, who was not only involved, but directing the action. Grant was enthralled with both women, as well as with Jennifer, the other member of their group. And he enjoyed the benefits that came with the friendship they shared. Grant had experienced those benefits at various levels. Jennifer had been first. The dark-haired beauty was basically the same age and height as Clai...

Author's Note: This is a longer story with a slower build-up. Hopefully you find the wait worth it :). I raised him. He's mine. He belongs to me. Words gouged on a sheet of paper. Folded up and locked away somewhere in her mind. But not forgotten. ----- 'Your brother is downstairs, shall I buzz him up?' 'Yes, and ask everyone to kindly sit down and get some fucking work done.' Paula watched through the glass window of her office as the reproach was delivered by her secretary. They had been friends once, but heavy is the head that wears the crown and all that. Out on the floor, a few employees threw Paula dirty looks, but before long they had drifted back to their desks. The open plan area was large - over fifty employees working away, presided over by Paula's irritable gaze. Most of the time they were well behaved, but late on a Thursday afternoon attention was liable to drift, eyes to wander, and tongues to loosen. The dwindling sun probed Paula's roo...

The scent hits me first. Then it writhes down to Amaru, with Annette being spared the brunt of it for the next few hours. But it gets to her. It gets to all of us. And we still march forward. My hand is on my hammer and the other one clamors for a shield. Once again, I wish I had one. But I don't. The calculation at the start of all this said no and even now, the equation would come back with the same answer. It would make me feel better, though. It would make me feel a lot better. I am acutely aware of Amaru and his increasingly awkward gait, Annette's attempts to hide her chest and keep her thighs from rubbing together to much. Not to mention my own little needs and hungers coming to the forefront of my mind. I grip the hammer tighter and tighter, the wood under the leather protests and threatens to shatter. Flowers, every flower, all the petals and fresh grass, open woods and clean air and clear water, all of it pours from the grass, now waist high. The ground has taken mo...

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Chapter 10- Liege and Vassal "Brother!" Gunngrul hollered as he charged into the dining room to find Hayden leaning over one of the female staff. She was bent over the table with her dress torn down the rear bearing her ebony buttocks while he held her wrists in the small of her back and forced himself on her. "What!" Shouted Hayden as his thrusting halted and he stared murderously at Gunngrul before continuing in a hiss, "Could...you possibly want at this most inopportune time." Gunngrul wheezed as he caught his breath before declaring, "She's escaped! I need you brother. You must come with me, and we must rally the House Guard!" "Svyn'dahl Goddess! And, the damned women who worship her!" Hayden cursed as she released the maid and pushed himself back and withdrew leaving her crying and too afraid to reach back and gather her skirt together in case he wasn't finished, fearing the only thing worse than being raped and poss...