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Saturday was overcast with a threat of rain. I hoped Anders and his partner Geoffrey had contingency plans. The wedding ceremony and reception were scheduled to start at 4, I planned on picking up Zoë at 3:15. I wore a white dress shirt with a little blue pinstripe in it with a matching tie. White pleated Dockers, penny loafers, and a blue sports coat completed my ensemble.
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She settled lower so that her breasts were pressing into my chest. I moved my hands to her ass. She ran her fingers through my thinning hair, slicking it down with my sweat. "You are a sweaty boy." She kissed me again, probing my mouth, then gently licking my lips. "Okay, I'm ready." She dismounted and easily stood.
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We started walking toward the house. Chrissy took my hand. I held the door when we got to the house, and she led me in. I moved to the sink and started running the water.
"Here move over." She nudged me with her hip.
I added some cold to lower the temperature. I squirted some dish detergent on my brush then hers.
"You just rub out the paint and keep rinsing a lot. Add detergent as necessary. Rub, rinse, rub, rinse. Not exactly compelling work."
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Zoë drove us to the state forest, about a 45-minute drive. She talked the entire time about several things, but never mentioned Chrissy I just listened and nodded a lot. As we pulled into the parking lot, she asked, "What's the temperature?"
She pushed a button on the wheel and reported, "Sixty-six. A little chilly to start. I don't think we need jackets, should we bring them in the knapsacks?"
I said, "I don't think so. It's only going to get warmer. The weather lady on channel seven said mid-eighties."
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Two years ago, my wife passed away. Processing the grief has been difficult because it has forced me to reconcile with my new identity as a widower. Supportive friends, neighbors, and colleagues have tried to help get me out of the house and away from the memories. Asking me to join their social events like fundraisers, parties, and cookouts have been great gestures, but I have yet to accept. I don't feel that I am quite ready for that much socializing, so I stay home and curl up with a good book.
It couldn't happen but it did. Now, we have to survive.
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I'd learned how to field dress an animal from Dad, but not how to cut it into steaks and roasts. As far back as I could remember, Dad had always taken his deer and the steer he killed every fall to a locker plant in town to be cut up and packaged. Mom said when they were starting out, they did that all themselves to save money and Christy said she'd watched her grandpa butcher several steers and thought she remembered what to do. Between them cutting and me carrying, it took us a whole day to get the steer cut up into manageable pieces and down in my freezer room.
Loading Up for Mayhem.
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One thing that nagged at me was what I'd do in a medical emergency, like if I cut myself chopping firewood or fell down and broke my arm or leg. The first aid kit in my bug-out bag wouldn't do anything for either of those situations. I did a lot of reading and finally bought what would probably be in any combat medic's kit. I couldn't do surgery, but I had enough to splint a broken limb, stop severe bleeding, and sew up a bad cut.
It couldn't happen but it did. Now, we have to survive.
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I thought I was ready when the time to be ready arrived. I wasn't. I was more ready than most people, but still not ready for what happened.
To this day, I don't know why it happened and apparently there's nobody left to explain it. It doesn't matter anymore anyway. What was is probably gone for a long, long time, and people like us have to pick up the pieces and get on with trying to live. I'm writing all this down in hopes that if and when things do get back to normal a lot of people will read it and do what all people should have done before.
A lonely damsel gets a chance at neighbor’s Christmas ‘Yule, Log’.
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On Christmas Eve, I should have been out spending time with family or friends, but instead, I was in my sparsely-filled apartment, with a wine glass in my hand; all dressed up but nowhere to go. I put on my gold sequin mini dress thinking that I could maybe go out to a club.
But when the time came, I wasn't really feeling it. I had just moved to a new city; far from my family and friends; and although I had enjoyed the freedom of walking around in the nude whenever I wanted, it was getting a bit lonely. I never pictured myself in my early twenties and still single. All of my friends were either married, engaged, or dating. I was totally lagging behind. I was hornier than I had ever been in my life.
Ariella; lethal and lovely.
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She was maybe twenty-five, and even in the battle dress she was wearing, she looked slender. I couldn't tell much else about her except she looked a little the Arabic women I'd seen in Afghanistan. I was sure about two things though; the rifle was an Israeli M 89 SR sniper rifle, and she sounded very serious when she spoke.
"What are you doing here?" she demanded.
I was hired to find lost Nazi gold. I found Ariella instead.
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The shiny, black, Mercedes X-Class pickup slowly worked its way down the road about a hundred meters from where I was crouched behind a rock. The fact the pickup was alone and had an M 60 machine gun on a pintle mount in the bed told me this wasn't some unit of the Argentine Army. The Argentine Army might have been driving a Mercedes pickup, but it would have been OD green and the machine gun would have been an FN Mag.
The woman nudged me then.
Christmas Gifts
A Christmas Miracle brings them together.
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“Come home with me tonight,” he murmured. “Or let me stay here. I’ll sleep on the floor, or the chair. Just; Just don’t ask me to leave you for the wolves. Because I can’t do that.”
She pulled away. “I don’t expect you to take care of me,” she said. “I can’t ask it from you.”
His face blanched. “Is it because of my leg?” he asked. “I know I’m not; what I used to be, but I assure you, I’m still able to protect you from;”
“It’s not your leg,” she said and put a hand over his heart. “I can’t risk getting you involved in the clusterfuck that is my life at this stage.”
A Christmas Miracle brings them together.
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Carter has been in love with Mia for years, but it takes a Christmas miracle to throw them together.
Carter stood by his window, one eye on the watch on his wrist. It was just after eleven, that magical hour when most of the traffic died down and the neighborhood in the old downtown area settled in for the night, the quiet creeping through the air with the mist from the small stream to the west of his apartment. Across the road he could see some early Christmas decorations, but he knew that the real lighting up would start in about two weeks.
In 2 parts, Based on the post from Tx Tall Tales. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.
Neighborhood Party
Cathy and John were holding a Christmas Eve open-house next door; and expecting half of the neighborhood over that evening. They were a high standard in generosity, for the rest of us neighbors to try to emulate.
I made my appearance, around 8:30 , and stoically accepted the offered condolences which were definitely putting me in the wrong state of mind. After only half-an-hour I knew I had to get out of there, even if it did piss off Cathy.
In 2 parts, Based on the post from Tx Tall Tales. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.
Christmas has always been my favorite time of year. I married young, and had two perfect daughters, but my marriage was far from perfect. We had been young and in love. I was entering the community college and Denise was starting her senior year when we decided to tie the knot. Her family’s ready acceptance of me was a huge factor - the family I’d never had, making me feel like a real member of theirs. I can admit it now; I probably loved being a part of the family as much as I loved Denise.