Responsibility Ch. 29

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I'd like to give a special thanks to Razmagurk and his wonderful story, 'Girlfriend with a Testing Device', for inspiring the concept behind "the device" used in the first three chapters of this particular tale! Disclaimer: This story is purely fictitious and not suitable for anyone that is below the legal age in their country to view pornographic material. All characters involved in the story are over the age of eighteen and belong to myself. No identification with actual persons (living or deceased), places, buildings, and products is intended or should be inferred. Reader discretion is advised. * * * * * Chapter 3: Dennis Vett is the Bane of Doors. * * * * * Again. "I can't do it..." Again! "No! It's too complicated now; we're in too deep!" You're the one who didn't want this to just be a short story, and we're not leaving it unfinished. "Why not?! Let's just delete it all and start over...

Heads turned as the maître d' led Queenie through the dimly-lit dining room of La Grenoulille. The elegant midtown restaurant had opened less than a year ago in the uneventful month between Marylin Monroe's death and the Cuban missile crisis. Seated at a candle-lit table near the back, Jack rose and bowed graciously. Queenie offered him her hand and he gently kissed it. They were both delightfully old school. "May I take the lady's coat?" asked the maître d'. "No thank you," she said. "I'm more comfortable keeping it on." She graced Jack with a wide grin. He watched her matte red-colored lips speak the words, "And I think everyone else would be too." If the maître d' felt flustered, he hid it completely as he politely nodded and backed away. "But of course." "Queenie, love, you nearly made the man blush," said Jack consulting the menu. "It's what I do best," she purred, pulling the col...

Troy is hopelessly lost in a world of youthful lust for several days (and nights). He's a typical, constantly horny guy and his encounter with IYA has amped him up to a near frenzy. Fantasizing about her almost constantly he relieves himself often while feverishly yearning for next week and what could possibly happen with HER then? He's also fascinated about who SHE is; how SHE lives such a seemingly hedonistic lifestyle, and how does HER husband deal with it? Over the weekend Troy tries to talk at dinner with his parents about the neighbors in a nonchalant manner. Mentioning a few with a question or two he then brings up the Diamonds. Dad says Mr. D is in his seventies and well respected in the financial world. He says, now after a third marriage, the old codger has dropped out and apparently become a reclusive retiree. Dad continues saying, "Rumor is he bought the property next door for his new bride. Had that mansion built for her. You remember the monotonous construc...

The first chapter is not required reading to understand this story, but it certainly helps. Chapter Two For a few seconds, Rachel simply stared at me, her eyes wide and shock evident. I could tell the other students thought it was funny, the new kid screwing up with the hot new teacher, but it was much, much worse than that. I didn't know what to say and clearly neither did Rachel, but thankfully the moment passed and Rachel remembered where we were. "It's nice of you to show up, Mr. Stevens, however unexpected it might be." "I... um... yeah. Nice to, um... see you, to. I didn't mean to show up like this." The other students continued to whisper, unaware of the double meaning of our conversation. "Yes, well, I suppose we'll have to talk later about what's going to happen now, won't we?" The rest of the class did the "oooh" thing and I just nodded. Rachel went back to her lesson on the basic parts of a good argumentative ...

Irakly wanted to have a fine appearance, as many humans do. Goodness, even many insects were known for grooming. He felt no shame in spending a few moments indulging in his vanity, dressing up and such. After all, he was meant to visit his wife soon, and he wanted to have her full attention. He chose a long tunic of a pale yellow color. Black lotus flowers and little red circles between each bloom had been stitched in that fabric. His fitted sleeves, neckline, and hemline all had thick white borders with blue stars. He put on recently knitted black stockings with barely ever worn blue velvet shoes. He tied his hair back into a looped braid and put on one of his more elegant caps, a blue one with a partially upturned brim and a little white feather. Aside from a short chain of silver over his neck and a golden ring on a finger, he had no jewelry. There was little need to burden one's movement with too many of those pretty things. His Majesty spent more time plucking away unwanted h...