Paying the Rent Pt. 03

February Sucks What if she didn't... leave that night Sorry this is yet another follow on of "February Sucks" by George Anderson. I found the original story to be compelling, it felt like a punch in the guts, but I couldn't quite rationalise the behaviour of either Jim or Linda. I've seen other authors address this in some of the follows ups. This this version attempts to look at how they might have responded differently starting from Jim preventing his wife leaving with the 'villain of the peace' on the night in question. Hope you enjoy it. The first section is from George's original, some of the following text borrows from the original as well. A few minutes later, the band took a break. In the relative quiet, we could hear loud laughter from another table, and turned to look. "Hey, isn't that Marc LaValliere?" Phil was craning around me to see. "It is, it is!" Dee squealed excitedly. Marc LaValliere was the star tight end

Author's Note: MatchApp is a pretend idea created to frame this story, But if something like this actually exists, I want a cut in the profits : ). * A legal escort business in Nevada was boasting about their new app that aligned their clients with their perfect sexual match. For $1000 an hour - tip not included - your experience could be considerably enhanced with the $500 surcharge for customers who fill out a preference survey prior to your hook up on the premises by using their mobile application called "MatchApp". MatchApp is a play on the words match up. The program collects information through a complex image analysis from a survey where customers place values on models physical features they prefer to see and have in their sex partner. The company's website showcased examples of satisfied clients. "MatchApp found me the girl of my dreams." "I always wanted a woman with huge breasts, MatchApp hooked me up." I was so in. I am finally going

The newspapers of Berlin screamed a single word, at the top of their silent lungs. KRIEG!!! Underneath the bold text was the best illustration that the newspapers could manage of the terrible enemy that had, in a single month, reduced the single most powerful empire that the human race had ever seen into a cascade of human wreckage and desperate refugees. That wreckage was, even now, clogging the streets, despite the brutal efficiency of the blue clad Imperial Army. Carts, horses, men, women, children, all of them crashed together. But one could recognize the refugees at a glance. They were the ones who looked as if they could still not quite believe what had happened. But among the stunned, shambling, seemingly already dead masses...there were some sparks. People who looked as if they had a plan beyond simply walking forward in an uncertain future. An idea about what they were to do with themselves. One such spark had settled inside of a small pawnbroker, and was haltingly using wha

It's a beautiful, warm English summer afternoon. We are strolling through the woods, just Donny and I. We have had a pub lunch and a couple of drinks and everything is slightly fuzzy and sparkly, but we aren't drunk. We're holding hands and just enjoying nature, I lead Donny off the main track and suggest we do a little exploring. "I'm sure there is a stream down here that would be pretty and not full of ramblers." I suggest. We meander further along the path and as soon as we get away from the more populated areas I see a look in Donny's eyes that I recognise with glee! Donny spies a big Oak tree and directs me around to the side furthest from the path. The second we are out of full sight he tenderly pushes me against the wide trunk of the tree, bends down and starts kissing me. He begins gently, then doesn't take long to show his intent. I join in, kissing him back and running my hands all over him, inside his shirt and shorts. He starts to undo th

Penny and Leonard were staring at the laptop. "That slut!" Penny shrieked. She had stumbled across Bernadette's porn website. Leonard's thick eyebrows furrowed and he squirmed in his seat. "Yeah-h-h-h, that slut! She's such a slut!" he stuttered. Penny pointed at him. "How long have you known about this?! Don't you fucking lie! I know you knew about it!" Leonard recoiled in preparation for the beating he thought he was about to take. "Well, uh, um, not, uh, not long." "Liar! When were you planning on telling me about it!" "Well, uh, yeah, you know, soon." "Balls!" She turned her focus back to the screen. Leonard gingerly reached out to the laptop and began to close it. "You know, you probably shouldn't dwell on it. So let's just put it away..." "I will break your fingers if you don't let that go!" Leonard's arm snapped back to his chest. "Hey! Is that...is th

Dear Reader, If you've read chapters 1-4 and are now ready to read chapter 5 of my story - a huge thank you! If you are starting at chapter 5, I strongly encourage you to start at chapter 1 so the story will make a lot more sense to you. This story features women being called sluts and sexually objectified. Just know all sexual acts are consensual and enjoyed by all participating parties. As a warning - this story features the piercing of nipples and the labia. As a woman who very much loves her very private piercings, and would love a few more, I also know piercings are not for everyone. This story works to convey my love of piercings. If you think this will bother you, I suggest skipping over the part about Amanda and Sabina getting their girly bits and bobbles pierced. However, I also request, especially if you have enjoyed this story so far, that you not skip over this entire chapter. I promise not every part of this story will be about Amanda and Sabina's piercings. Fina