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From the Desk of the Superintendent of Police
Nymphomania Sex Police Department* * * Official Press Release * * *
Due to commitments requiring my immediate attention, I must respectfully submit my resignation as Chief to the Mayor of Nymphomania, effective Immediately.
As my last official act as Chief, I am hereby Promoting SSgt Pafe to Acting Superintendent and Cpl Satoire to Interim Deputy Chief pending the official promotion from the Mayor's Office.
I may return from time to time to lend my expertise, but retirement is looking good when it includes spending time with Family.
Respectfully Submitted
Chief Azrielle
Superintendent of PoliceFrom The Office of the
Superintendent of Police* * * SECURE TRANSMISSION VIA DEEP SPACE 69 * * *
Reports Received and distributed to all Active and Reserve members of the N.S.P.D.
Our (naughty) thoughts are with you as you go forward.
Kapla!
Chief Azrielle
* * * TRANSMISSION END * * *
Today, Cherish Emery Clearwater was alive. Today the real battle would begin. Today I would reclaim what had been stolen from me. Today I would fight. This was to be the last time the nightmare of my reality would invade both my home, and my dreams. Today I knew what to do. The witch, in her icewater mansion, would not be claiming me but instead treat me as kin.
The sun had barely broken the horizon when I noted the subtle difference between yesterday and today. The sound of the raven pecking at the window was absent. The sound of silence took its place. The air was still outside, as the sunrise tried to push aside the fog enveloping the ground. I covered myself with a robe that barely hid anything, and less than that below mid thigh. The air outside the cabin was like a ghost, swirling mist about with the gentle sway of the breaze.
I paddled my feet outside, barefoot. I listened to the sound of nothing. The cool fog raised goose bumps on my skin and I whistled. Just like Stephan had taught me. Buck and Dollar snorted through the fog and came to me. They were as equally happy to see me, as I saw them. I grasped Dollar's mane, and whisked my ass onto her back. My robe fell open, and I didnt give a dam. I bent over her neck, and clipped my heels into her flanks. She took off at a gallop, with my open robe billowing behind me. She was fast, and Buck remained close behind her.
The robe slipped from my arms and I rode her back, completely naked. The flight of her hooves shod with steel rang out. I felt alive. The wind wipped my face as I ducked under a low branch at the last minute. I began to race against the wind, and it felt good. I slowly and gently nuzzled my face into Dollar's neck. She slowed to a trot, then a walk, then stopped. Buck was right beside us. Both mares snorted loudly with the sound of the waves gently lapping upon the shore. I dropped from Dollars back and stood between them. The heat from their flanks warmed me while my legs felt the wind whip up. I let my feet stand in the water before I stepped further in. The icewater of gichigoomie washed away the sweat on my skin before I began a slow liesurely walk back to the cabin.
I was grateful for the fog. It hid the fact I was naked, from prying eyes. I was grateful for not having explain why my hair was wet, or how it happened. When I finally stepped onto the porch of the cabin, it was only Buck and Dollar who saw me. I wrung out the water from my hair onto the planks underneath my bare feet. It was Buck who gave me a forceful push with her snout, before I stepped into the cabin, and got myself dressed.
I chose my clothes with deliberate purpose. I chose them to both hide my femininity and display it at the same time. I made sure my brassier firmly held in place the globes that protruded from my chest. I hid it all beneath a sweater that gently hinted at the curves. Below my waist, I encased myself with denim that fit loosely, yet also gave no doubt about what being a woman was about. I had hips. Upon my feet, I unrolled warm wool socks that I slipped into my boots. I had only finished tying my laces when I heard the rap of knuckles on the doorway.
“Good Morning, Cherish.” I heard Wally's voice say.
“C'mon in. I'm decent.” I remarked.
I was bent over, with one foot perched on the seat of the deacon's bench, as I released my fingers from my boot laces. There was no mistaking the bulge in Wally's jeans when I stood up and faced him. He noticed my eyes had dropped, when I finally looked back up. Neither of us said anything. We didn't need to at that point. He'd seen and liked what he saw, as I had seen and equally liked what I saw. I then reminded myself, that I was still only sixteen. The monster that stood beside me earlier, retreated back inside to find the place that was her's. It was all I could do, to keep myself from planting a big kiss on him, and not stop until we were both completely naked on my bed. The monster silently roared inside of me and fell silent.
“Uhm, breakfast?” I asked innocently.
“Erm, yea. Breakfast.” Wally replied.
I looked down again. I couldn't help myself. For that brief instant, I saw again what I liked and I looked away. I didn't dare myself to look into his eyes. I'd be so guilty of anything he wanted to playfully accuse me of.
“Chores. Wood Pile, Stove Box.” I demmanded… no, commanded.
His lips fell against mine an instant later. There was no mistaking it. I wasn't dreaming. My hands snaked to behind his neck. His hands wove around my waist.
“First, and last time, Cherish.” Wally spoke to me, as he broke away.
“Not when you kiss like that, Walter.” I whispered and kissed him right back, before he could get away.
I pushed myself away, before my clothes ended up on the floor along with his. Being this alive had begun to change me. I no longer wanted to hide. I wanted to shower his lips with kisses, until they turned blue from lack of oxygen. I wanted to run my fingers across the playground beneath his shirt. I wanted to feel his hands against my bare skin. I wanted to feel his breath against my neck while we made love. But my mind shouted at me to behave myself. It was going to be the only kiss I would ever want from him and give back to him, for a long time, and I knew it was true. My heart raced, it collided head on with reality, it shuddered to a stop, then died at the scene of the wreckage. We both looked at each other and we both knew. Not today. No, not today. Definately not today, but there was always the promise of tomorrow. Tomorrow was going to be a long time before it became today again.
“Right, Breakfast.” I noted.
“Wood, Stove Box.” Wally noted.
I noticed his bulge was bigger and I giggled silently to myself. I made a mental note to put some salt peter in his scrambled eggs, or we'd both be in a lot more trouble than I already was. The clock had ticked barely sixty seconds from when Wally had rapped his knuckes on the cabin doorframe. I gently ran my finger tips across my lips as I finished walking in a daze towards the wood stove. The sound of his boots told me he'd gone back outside. The strike of a match, the drop of the flame onto a patch of tinder in the firebox. The heat smouldering against the kindling, before it ignited into flames. Finally the roar of dry wood before my hands opened the dampers. Then I felt his breath on my neck behind me. I shuddered involountarily.
I turned myself around and pressed my ass against the stone cold iron that began to draw heat from the flames inside the firebox. I kept my head and my eyes upon the floor, as I regained my sense of composure and modesty. I heard the wood being dropped into the stove box. I stepped away from the slowly heating stove, and I purposely averted my eyes from meeting his.
“Don't do this, Cherish.” I spoke within my head. “Don't do this.”
I blinked my eyes, and finally looked up. His eyes looked like he was a wounded puppy. I had done that to him and it wounded me too. My heart leapt into my throat and caught my voice.
“Walter?” My voice stammered.
“Don't do this, Cherish.” Wally faltered.
“How do you want your scrambled eggs?” I asked, playfully. There was a pause… a long, distinct pause.
“… Cooked, preferably.” Wally chortled.
We both laughed. It felt so good. I felt alive, and back in control of myself. The monster within me, roared once, then again, and again. With each roar, I laughed. I laughed louder, and so did Wally. It was perhaps the best medicine we could give to each other. By the time Stephan walked into the cabin, the stove was hot enough to start cooking breakfast. I was giggling happily to Wally, when Stephan gave me a good morning peck on the cheek.
“How many want Coffee?” I asked as I reached for the coffee perk.
“Better make it an urn, Cherish.”
In the roughly twenty minutes it took for the wood stove to be heated enough, the fog had lifted and showed how many to be expecting for breakfast. There were no fewer than perhaps thirty trail bikes and quads parked outside the kitchen window, at the rear of the cabin. Each of them equalled a single rider.
“Then you gents had best be organising the lads to wash up and make themselves presentable at my table.” I quipped.
“Yes, Ma'am.” Stephan quipped right back.
I got myself busy and shooed both Stephan and Wally out of the cabin. I found the biggest pot I had on hand and pumped the crank at the sink until it was just over half full. The pot sizzled when it met the hot stove iron. I dumped an entire bag of coffee grounds into the water and topped the pot with a half teaspoon of salt. I then walked outside and began directing the troops to do my bidding.
“I want the path cleared between the cabin and the kiln. You have thirty minutes, Gentlemen.” I shouted to no one in particular.
Moments later the sound of a chainsaw, and the topple of sapplings, along with small trees began to reverberate in the air. There continued to be the sounds of directions and compliance between the men as the work progressed. There was over ten years of dead fall and grass, interspaced with new growth that hid the stone path I remembered as the little girl with twin braids. But these men found it, and finally scraped the moss and lichen from atop the smooth stones I used to walk in barefeet upon. By the time they were done, I had mixed enough biscuit dough for more than six dozen biscuits and the baking trays all took alternating turns in the small oven inside the cabin.
I glanced sideways at the clock above the desk and noted almost a full hour had transpired. But it didn't matter to me. Happy memories were being made into new ones, as I ladled fresh coffee into a sieve that dripped into the coffee perk and another jug I had found in the cupboards.
I looked outside to see the lads had erected a wash station which I gratefully whispered silent thank you's that it faced away from the cabin. Thirty or more naked men outside my kitchen window might be too much entertainment for me to handle after having shared that solitary pair of kisses with Wally. The raw materials for this simple erection of wood, had been transplanted from what previously hid the path to the kiln.
“Alright Gents. Wash-up!” I shouted out the window.
By the time I got outside armed with a cooled baking pan of biscuits and the larger urn of coffee, there was a single file of the lads with canteen cups and clean hands waiting for the simple breakfast I had made. The old picnic table that had been previously overgrown within the old path, appeared as their breakfast table. I ran back inside to get the pot of scrambled eggs I had made, in addition to the second large pan of biscuits. When I came back out, I found the tray and coffee urn equally empty.
“There's more biscuits and coffee.” I giggled.
I ran back inside with the empty tray and urn to get them refilled. While I was ladeling more coffee through the sieve, I looked out the window to see Wally staring at me. I blew him a kiss, which was a fatal mistake on my part. The lads had been watching and made no bones as they transplanted Wally, with his hands behind his back, in front of the kitchen window. They demanded a kiss from the Cook. I looked at Wally for a stay of proceedings, but my eyes failed to convince the jury. With both my hands busy juggling the final load of biscuits, and the refilled urn of hot black coffee, I planted a single kiss on his lips. While my lips were busy, greedy hands absconded with my burden leaving my hands now free to fondle his neck.
“Cherish…” Wally began to say.
“You're not wearing a towel either.” I quipped and released him.
The lads carted Wally away from me and were in the process of embarracing him further when I heard Stephan behind me in the Kitchen, seated at his spot at the table, eating his breakfast.
“You'd best be taming that down a knotch, Cherish.” He noted.
I was now so busted, and I didn't care. Not one single bit.
“I may not be able to much longer.” I admitted openly.
“For your own sake, Cherish… You'd better.” He warned me.
His affectionate warning reminded me once again, that I was only sixteen. I bit my lip where Wally's lips had touched mine. I didn't feel embarraced, but I knew that there would be others who would speak lies to lawyers, who could spin it into whatever was needed, to make a judge see their point of view, and render my wishes invalid. I had seen it happen before. It had happened to me before. It wasn't going to happen again. Not now, not ever. Never again.
The sound of high powered twin outboard engines began in the distance, and signalled what today was going to be. I was now determined to make it the end of my old life, and the begining of the first day of the rest of my life.
Chapter 4 – Simple Things
POSTED! (Yes, I know I have been tardy, but I've been kind of busy, lately).
Enjoy, Mwah!
Az.I had my own fill of stew, and grabbed a biscuit from the plate. I savoured each mouthful as I watched the two hungry men polish off pretty much everything else. When they were finally both done, I started to get up from my chair to begin clearing the table.
“I'll wash, you dry.” Stephan commanded to Wally, and gave me a look that told me I'd better plant my ass back in my chair at the table.
“The cook doesn't do dishes in this house.” Stephan added.
“Noted.” Wally spoke, and began stacking dishes and cutlery.
I sat myself, with one foot on my chair, the other on the floor. I rested my head in my hands upon my knee, while both Stephan and Wally cleaned the dishes and neatly stacked them on the side board.
“… I got your message… Came as quick as I could.” I overheard Stephan speak quietly to Wally.
“… Jack knows she's here.” I heard Wally answer back.
“… That'll be a problem.” Stephan noted, and then he looked straight at me.
“While we're at the Courthouse tomorrow, Jack will probably be back.” Stephan spoke to me. “The boys will be here to keep him off the property.”
“Do we need them all, or should we keep some of them back, in reserve?” Wally mentioned.
“Nope, all of them…” Stephan remarked. “… It'll be the only thing Jack Clearwater undertands.”
I was now a little scared. I knew my cousin was a complete asshole, but what could he do? Then the realisation set in. If there was no one here to stop him, he'd burn everything to the ground, so there'd be nothing for me to come back to. That was what Jack Clearwater did. If he couldn't have something, then he'd make it so there was nothing for anyone else to have either. He'd scorch the ground and leave nothing, making it worthless.
“The boys will be here before first light, and make themselves at home.” Stephan spoke.
While it was comforting to know I had guardian angels watching over me, Jack was like the angel of death. I knew what he'd be doing. If he wasn't in the hospital recovering from the swift kick I'd given him, then he'd be loading a quad with extra cans of gasoline, and a hunting rifle. I looked at everything within the cabin, and as if to protect it from harm, I began to collect everything I wanted to spare from an inferno.
“Whoa there, Cherish.” Stephan spoke softly as he grabbed me.
“… But…” I began to speak.
“Don't you be worrying about anything.” Stephan stated.
“You just be getting Buck and Dollar bedded down, and Sergeant Mathews and I will worry about what needs to be done.” He added.
Stephan gave me a playful swat on my ass, and I giggled. I left the two rangers inside the cabin and walked outside barefoot. Both Buck and Dollar were standing alongside each other and looked up, as I came towards them.
“Howdy, girls.” I spoke softly as I rubbed Dollar's snout.
Buck playfully pushed her neck into my back, as if to ask me to uncinch her saddle. I ran my hand across the space above her ears and she snorted with a wriggle of her neck. It took me but a few minutes to quickly stow Buck's saddle and tack across the rail of the porch, before I walked her with my hand on her bridle to the water trough. I cranked several times on the pump to begin filling it. I noted the heavy layer of sweat on her coat, and knew immediately that Stephan had rode them both hard to get here.
Dollar's burden of cargo bags, I managed to lift off, but not without some difficulty. They were heavier than they normally were. I didn't stop to look inside, but from the sound of a chink of heavy metal against the porch planks, I didn't want to know either. Dollar followed behind me, perhaps thankful I'd taken the load off her back. She followed me to where Buck was drinking deeply from the trough, and joined her sister. I cranked several more times on the pump, and completely filled the trough this time. Dollar sank her snout into the cold water, as if to thank me.
I quickly gathered a bucket, two hand brushes and a bar of soap from the tack bin next to the shed. Stephan had brought all these supplies with his first visit, with no doubt he'd be needing them for Buck and Dollar. Buck waited patiently for me to lather Dollar's coat, then took her turn in stride before both mares had an even coating of suds. With both my hands having a brush strapped on to them, the mares let me alternate between them, until the sweat from their hard ride was nothing but foam on them. The splash of cold water from the bucket dipped into the trough, then onto each other in turn, was repaid to me with them both shaking water onto me too. By the time I was done, I was as equally soaked to the skin as they both were.
The drying time took considerably longer, but both mares seemed to be enjoying the attention I gave them. I took my time brushing their coats evenly, with a wee bit of flaxseed oil on the brushes. When I was finally done, both Buck and Dollar's coats shone like wet paint. I put the soap, brushes, bucket and bottle of flaxseed oil back in the tack bin and retrieved their blankets. Both mares playfully wriggled their necks in turn, as I draped the blankets over them.
The last thing to do, which I never really liked to do, but was a task that needed to be done, was run the hook and files on their hooves. The last time I had ever done this, I was but a little girl with twin braids, and the mare had kicked me in the shin for my efforts. This time though, both Buck and Dollar were gratefull to have the mud and small pebbles from the trail cleaned from their hooves. Neither of them even flinched as I ran the hook against their steel shoes, and scraped the muck off. Buck gave me a swat with her tail accross my shoulders, when I finally finished her hind hooves.
Buck and Dollar just snorted to each other, as I stowed the hook and file where they belonged. I left them together at the water trough and walked slowly back to the cabin. From inside, there was the sound of both Stephan and Wally talking about what needed to be done, and it made me smile to myself. They had their work to do, and I had mine to do. The cargo packs still needed to be emptied, and the horses needed to be fed.
I wasted no time considering the contents of the one cargo pack that made that sound of metal inside it. The other cargo pack contained what I needed to find. A large bag of mixed barley and oats, along with Buck and Dollar's monogramed feed bags. If nothing, Stephan was a man of habit and always packed the cargo bags the same way. I also found a small jar of liquid honey that both mares would eat like it was candy. I took my time preparing their feed bags. I decided they both deserved the treat of the honey after they had both worked hard bringing Stephan here. They deserved it.
With the feed bags in my hands, each having an equal measure of the barley and oats, sprinkled with each an equal measure of honey, I found Buck and Dollar waiting for me. With their ears pulled back and their eyes on the feed bags, I giggled as they both stuck their snouts inside in turn. Like greedy little pigs, they both finished their feed at almost the same time. I took off their bags, and rinsed them in the trough before hanging them inside out, inside the shed. Both mares had their eyes on me when I returned.
“Now, you girls have a good sleep tonight. I'll seee you both tomorrow.” I spoke softly to them both.
I stopped myself barely halfway from the shed. I looked at the cabin, standing there in my barefeet. It was my home. I had made it my home. I was determined right then and there, that it was going to remain my home. I left the second cargo bag where it was, but I scooped the remaining contents of the other into my arms and went inside. I found Stephan and Wally looking at the map on the wall. My entry made them both stop talking. I really didn't want to know what it was they had been discussing.
“The other cargo bag is your's, Uncle Stephan.” I mentioned.
Stephan gave me a look, that I knew what it was inside the cargo bag. The sound of metal against the wooden planks of the porch was distinctive. It was a heavy sound, which meant what was inside that cargo bag was meant for only one purpose.
“I'm going to bed now.” I spoke.
My announcemt came as no surprise to either Rangers. They both kissed me on opposite cheeks and headed outside. The cabin was my home, not theirs. My bed was a welcome sight as the setting sun bathed it in a glow of copper and crimson. My wet clothes, I hung over the end rail of the bed before I climbed naked between the sheets. The only sound I heard when I closed my eyes, was the sound that brass made when fitted into feed pawls, and the quick snap of a breach cover being shut. Tomorrow was only going to be the beginning.
Asleep, a so very restlessly asleep. Images haunted me. They were explicit in detail. The snap of a heavy belt, and the sting that immediately followed. Tears flowed. Tears like a river of endless sorrow. Tears without ending, only another beginning. Then, the tears stopped. The last beating stopped with them. This time, something else gave rise to pain. The blood flowed and I wept. What was taken, was now lost, forever. In its place, remained shame. I fled into the small closet and wept. Like snapshots from a camera, they filled my slumbering mind. I wept in silent dispair.
Then I remembered. The daisies. The water lilies, and the smell of the air after an early morning rain. I remembered the cold water washing away my shame. I remembered the single sharp stab that preceded the blood. I remembered everything. Everything I had shut away, and it all came back to me in a flood. The blood, it flowed, and my tears joined them. I shouted a silent scream.
I awoke covered in sweat. My bedding was soaked. This time I remembered. This time I didn't shut them away in the place where I had forgotten them. This time I felt the courage to shred them to pieces. To remember, a thick poker vibrating inside of me. I remembered, and the monster within me stood beside me, to breathe fire. I slumped back down, my breath struggling to find my lungs. I stared at the rafters above me as the first glimmer of the morning approached.
Chapter 4 – Simple Things
“Dinner Time!” I proclaimed to Wally.
He did not need a second invitation to sit his fine ass at the table. He'd been hovering around both me, and the stew pot, like a hound dog after a bone. The rich smell of the stew wafted through the cabin unrestrained. The fresh baking powder biscuits, still hot from the wood stove's oven, were piping hot and melting rich butter that I had pasted with a pastry brush. If there was one thing my Mother did teach me, it was how to make a simple meal into something extravagant with just a few deliberate details.
The table was set for two. While the settings were both identical, I had made sure to set my cup at what was mine. It was pleasing to know this little detail had not escaped Wally, as I ladled two full measures into what was to be his bowl. A hungry man needed to be fed, and fed well. I gingerly picked up both bowls and turned myself about from the stove, to find Wally eagerly waiting. His expression reminded me of a little boy, but his eyes spoke of more than that. There was only the slight clink of each bowl against the plate that was now beneath them. The sound of silence was deafening. I began to fuss with the knot of the wet towel I was using as an apron.
“Walter, can you help with this. I tied it, and now the knot is stuck.” I asked him while facing away.
“Cherish, if there's one thing I already know about you… deliberately tying a knot, you can't undo, is not one of them.” He mentioned.
I just grinned while looking over my shoulder to find his fingers in full compliance. The knot fell apart, in what seemed to me was an eternity. There was equally no doubt he got a close up look at the subtle curves hidden beneath the simple skirt I was wearing. I stepped forward, freeing myself from the wet towel, like I had done a striptease act. I pranced the long way around the table, as if on purpose, but was really to see his reaction more clearly. I realised once again I was flirting. Wally playfully tossed the towel at me, and I spun to avoid it. It landed gracefully, directly on top of the hand pump at the sink, as if he intended to do it on purpose.
“Kiss the cook.” I stated.
I leaned over towards Wally slightly, as I stood half sitting at my table setting. He planted a quick kiss on my exposed cheek before I sat down. I realised much too late for my own modesty, that Wally had gotten a lot more than just a peck on my cheek.
“You did that on purpose, Cherish.” Wally noted to me.
“Did what?” I lied.
“You know exactly.” Wally retorted.
“The Cook always gets a kiss.” I stated innocently.
I knew, full well, he had gotten an ample view inside the top of my shirt. It felt good to be like this. To be playful, without any expectations. My nipples however, felt like a couple of nails to hang a picture on a wall. Trying to hide them, would only draw even more attention to them.
“You haven't tried the stew, yet.” I mentioned, to desperately and quickly change the subject.
I watched Wally palm a tablespoon, then dip it into his bowl. I watched his fingers cradle the stem of the spoon, as I desperately avoided meeting his eyes. Like a stop motion photographer, my eyes captured every detail when I blinked. The roughness of his calloused hands spoke volumes to me, yet also told me they had the potential for being gentle. Only when the spoon in his hand finally raised to his lips, did I fix my own stare into his eyes. Those same eyes, that made me melt earlier, did nothing to make the pegs of taught flesh beneath my shirt do anything but strain against the thin fabric.
“Walter, you promised me…” I started to say.
“… when you were wearing a towel.” He finished.
He'd kept his promise. I wasn't wearing a towel, but it was so unfair. His gaze was doing things to me, again.
“How's the stew?” I managed to ask him.
“Delicious.” He noted.
I averted my eyes from his, just in the nick of time. The monster within me had flooded my viens with a rush of hormones. My skin felt flushed. I felt it burning me. Wetness between my legs, soaked through my already damp panties. A gentle breeze through the open window did nothing but fan the flames of desire.
“Try a biscuit too.” I almost stammered.
I was trying desperately to rein myself back. Thank fully, my mention of the biscuits diverted his eyes just long enough, for me to regain some composure. My left hand found my own spoon, and I repeated the same thing Wally had done and managed to taste the stew. It wasn't easy to accomplish with my hand shaking, but I managed it.
“Damm, that's still hot.” Wally stated, as he dropped the biscuit held by the hand not holding his spoon, into his bowl of stew.
“Dummy, they just came out of the oven.” I giggled.
It was what was needed, right at that moment. What was so desperately needed. It was what was needed, to bring everything clearly back into sharp focus. It was what I needed to remember, that I was only sixteen, and not ready for a man like him. I was not ready for a man, to make love to me. I was not ready. It was what I now wanted. While the evidence of the passing seconds remained, my mind once again took control. I had once again locked the monster within me, back into the deep recess where it belonged, but my heart pounded inside my chest.
“Cherish…” Wally spoke.
The sound of his voice made my heart skip a beat.
“… This is simply wonderful.” I heard him finish.
“I'm glad you like it.” I answered.
I met his eyes. This time, his eyes did not melt me into a bigger puddle, like the dampness of my panties. This time, we both spoke through our eyes and not our lips. This time we both sat apart, with the cutlery in each of our hands shielding us both from moving forward. This time his eyes told me “no” and I understood what it meant. This time, I had the strength not to lock myself away in my mental cage and whimper. This time I knew how to control the beast, and my heart began to slow. My pulse returned to normal, albiet agonisingly slowly.
“Where does the love of God go, when the Waves turn the minutes to Hours?” I whispered within my own mind, as I remembered an old folk song.
The seconds, with each tick of his wrist watch, sounded off like the burst of a cannonade in my ears. The clink of his spoon against his bowl brought me back, to normal. We ate our dinner, together. It was only now, did I have myself in focus and perspective. I could now be myself with him. I could now be a young woman with no expectations of anything further happening, whether by design or by accident. I now knew I had a gentleman sitting with me.
“Walter… what is going to happen tomorrow?” I asked him, as I managed another spoonful of stew.
“That is best left to be answered tomorrow.” He responded.
“Sergeant Boudry will keep you safe. He's made that very clear.” Wally added.
“I miss him.” I mentioned.
I took another spoonful of stew and helped myself to a slightly cooler biscuit than the one Wally had dropped into his bowl, but a minute before.
“He's done a fine job, keeping you safe from your relatives.” Wally noted, as I watched him enjoy another spoonful of stew.
“… But somone noticed the supplies he'd been hoarding, were more than just what one person needed to live on.” Wally finished when he'd taken his spoon from his mouth.
“… Jack…” I concluded.
“.. Yea.” Wally confirmed. “We'd been keeping a close eye on him.”
“He's not to be trusted.” I stated honestly. “He'd steal the spoon out of your mouth, if you're not watching.”
“Noted.” Wally spoke.
“Tomorrow, you'll be meeting your court appointed legal counsel, and the people representing Family Services.” Wally stated openly.
“… Just keep your temper, Cherish, and everything will work out for the best.” I heard Stphan's voice from the cabin's doorway.
I dropped my spoon into my stew, and almost tripped over my own feet getting my ass into his open arms.
“… Nice to see you too, Cherish.” Stephan spoke softly to me as I sunk my face into his duster. The rich smell of the aged leather filled my nostrils as I gulped in my breath. I stood on my toes to give him a huge hug before I remembered once again he wasn't big on hugs, and that I'd maybe held my arms around him too tightly.
“Sergeant Mathews.” Stephan spoke to Wally in greeting, as I sunk my face deeper into the duster.
“Sergeant Boudry.” I heard Wally return his greeting in kind. There was an air of respect these two men held. A resect that only came from being both Rangers, though one was in active service, and the other, long ago retired.
“… How about some of that stew I've been smelling for the last mile, Cherish?” Stephan asked in his usual manner.
“Get your butt to the table, Sergeant.” I giggled, and let him go.
I was sure the smile on my face was wider than the doorway he stood in. He remembered his manners and removed his duster and his boots. He hung his pistol belt where it belonged, and stowed an unloaded colt next to the one that hadn't been chambered a single bullet in over ten years. In the time it took Stephan to mind his manners, I'd set another place at the table, and ladled another double portion of stew into a bowl. It finally felt like the little girl with twin braids was back, with two Rangers, having their dinner at the table I'd set. Happy memories became new ones.
“I am so amiss with my own manners. My apologies to the Mistress.” Wally stated.
Without so much as even a backwards glance, Wally got up from the table. He picked up the 9mm automatic, that sat on the seat of the deacon's bench in a shoulder holster. The sound of the magazine being released, followed with a sharp slide of the bolt to confirm the chamber was empty, followed. He stowed the much more modern Browning Service Pistol, alongside the pair of antique colts, within the storage cubby. Only then, did he return to his seat at the table.
“Good thing you remembered, or there'd be no desert for you, Sergeant.” Stephan quipped, as he shoveled both a spoonful of stew and took a large bite out of a still warm biscuit.
“Sir, yes sir.” Wally responded, as I gave him a gentle kick with my foot under the table.
“… and don't you be forgeting again.” I spoke sternly, with a grin, and a wink.
“Yes Ma'am… I mean no, Ma'am.” Wally corrected himself.
“The stew is as good as always, Cherish.” Stephan complimented.
“There's more in the pot.” I noted, knowing he'd have at least one more bowl, and probably at least two more biscuits, before he'd want a bowl of tobacco.
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that's quite the welcoming comittee we have… I'll jusy have to do the same and jump in to give you huggles until you explode!
Now everyone be nice to hettie and give her some room to breathe.… and you better write a story for the contest – or else! hehehehehhehehhehehhe
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Az.Heya Neighbor!
Glad you found the place… I guess I'm your Fairy God Mother… roflmao
ok, remember… NSPD Uniforms are mandatory when ON DUTY… but when you're off duty, anything goes!
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Az.Well, as they say… “Let the Buyer Beware”… Perhaps you'd be wiser to be keeping your A's to yourself.
Giving gifts to the WHORES, just perpetuates their existence.
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Superintendent of Police
Nymphomania Sex Police Department.Chapter 3 – Dirty Laundry
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Az.Like a gentleman, he did not even glance sideways at my ass, as I bent over the tub to draw myself a bath, while he exited the cabin. I could hear his boots step down the porch as I opened the window over the bathtub. From my vantage point, I could just barely see the top of his crew cut mane. My jeans hit the floor, along with my panties, shirt, undershirt and socks. I gave up trying to unhook my bra and just slid the straps off my shoulders then spun the garment around so I could see what I was doing. Now naked, I plunged myself into the bath to what felt like a thousand knives trying to cut me. Thankfully, the water did wonders to help me rein in the monster that was still trying to get the hell out. Armed with a bar of soap, I finally spoke.
“Walter, did you have any reservations for dinner?” I quipped.
I swathed the soap across my body and began pealing the dirt and sweat from my trek throught the woods off myself. To me it seemed perfectly normal to have a conversation with a man probably more than fifteen years older than me, though doing it naked did seem a little weird. Hell, I even started shaving my legs before wally spoke.
“Sorry, no idea. Did you have anything planned?” Wally asked in return.
I finished my legs and began lathering my hair in a thick layer of suds, and deliberately took my time making it clean. My bathwater turned not only cloudy, but also a tinge of grey as well. I stood up in the tub, soaked a fresh wash cloth in one gush from the pump and flopped the soaked cloth on the window sill with the bar of soap. I draped a bath towel across my front and let it hang, to at least offer myself some modesty.
“Wash my back for me, please?” I asked politely
I stood facing away from the window, clutching the towel in front of me and bare assed to the window. A quick flutter of wind through the window, reminded me of my semi-private towel and I flipped the corner of the loose end of the towel to cover my backside. I didn't look over my shoulder, but I knew from the slosh of the wet wash cloth, he had picked it up and was lathering some soap into it. The stone cold cloth was like an icicle melting against my back with the warmness of his hand meeting my bare skin from time to time. He started at the top and worked his way down, and I didn't mind at all. My arms just did not contort to those hard to reach places. When his hands were dangerously close to my ass, and turned myself around.
“Thank you.” I simply stated.
I must have been a frightful sight, as he instantly averted his gaze from me. The gentle wind coming off the lake gave me a face full of musky male scent, and it almost loosed the monster within me, but I somehow managed to control it. With one of my arms clutching the bath towel in front of me,all I could muster from myself was to notice the still dripping wash cloth and the bar of soap in his hand. I somehow managed to keep my only modesty from dropping into the cold bath water.
“Ok, Walter. Since you're already armed, you get the lake shore.” I spoke clearly as I stared into his eyes that returned to mine.
“…How about some rabbit stew? It won't take long to make.” I offered for dinner.
“Sounds good.” Wally answered, but he seemed a little confused.
With my towel hanging precariously close to exposing my chest and my rock hard nipples nailing the towel to my left forearm, I twirled my right hand in a gesture to have him turn about-face. I was so gratefull when he did and quickly wrapped the bath towel around myself then cinched it tight. Facing away from me, it was only now that I could appreciate the long-tall-drink-of-water he was. Even though his clothes hid most of his physique I could tell he had an esquisitely sculpted back and equally inpressive backside. The monster within me, dam near got out that time.
“Ok, I'm decent.” I muttered, yet almost stammered.
Outwardly, I was calm, cool and collected. But inside of me, my heart was pounding in my chest and my pulse was racing like a thoroughbred. The beast was flooding my veins with hormones at an alarming rate and I didn't know if I had the strength to resist. Though I didn't truely know what was happening, my mind managed to flash an image of a bitch in heat, before I gave the monster one last push, back into the dark recess, where it belonged.
Wally turned himself around once again, and his steel blue eyes melted me into a puddle. I felt the fabric of the bath towel become tight across my chest and threatened to come loose from the cinch I had made. My subconscious body language was screaming to him as I arched my back. My heart fluttered and released the beast. Prickling sensasions danced across my skin beneath the bath towel as I realised I was getting horny. I could feel the heat flush my face and felt it flow like rain across a rooftop down to my belly.
“Cherish?” Walter spoke. “Sorry, if I embarraced you.”
His voice brought me back from the precipice I was about to topple from. To have fallen into that abyss would have been the worst possible thing for me at that moment. To my sweet surprise, blushing felt good. Also being able to disqinguish the different heightened sensations I felt. The monster was still trying to break out, and I wasn't letting it.
“Nope, don't be sorry, Walter. I'm pretty sure you already know the effect, that thousand meter stare you have, has on a girl.” I giggled openly.
“Uhm, yea. Sorry about that. I'll be mindful not to be doing that, when you're wearing a towel.” He quipped back at me.
As if it was what was needed for me to control the monster, I continued to giggle and Wally broke into a hearty laugh. I could feel my blush starting to quickly subside, and along with it the wave of hormones the monster released during its attempted prison break. Being honest about that moment made all the difference this time. I was still horny, but able to control myself, instead of becoming the monster I despised.
“Alright. I am going to start dinner, and you get your ass down to the water and scrub up.” I chortled because I was still giggling.
“… And you may as well just drop your clothes into the bath here and I'll start scrubbing them down too.” I added.
“Yes, Ma'am.” Wally laughed.
It was a good thing I had gone to the kitchen for the next several minutes, but I did hear the barely audible sounds of clothes being dropped into my still full bath. It took me all of five, maybe six whole minutes to grab the stew pot from the dish rack, fill it half full of water, add a little salt, slice several wild turnips into even size pieces, and dice two handfuls of potatoes into the pot. I crushed in two small cloves of garlic, one teaspoon of sugar and a handfull of dried dill weed, before I dropped in the already skinned rabbit I had hanging in the pantry. I slammed the lid down over the pot to make sure it sealed and shot several more pieces of wood into the firebox. Dinner would take about an hour to cook.
My rushing about let me focus, and to not even think of the naked man I had lurking about. When I came to my senses and checked the bath tub, I was so relieved to see his clothes did not include a pair of boxers or briefs. Unfortunately, I didn't know he wasn't wearing any. When I looked up throught the open window, I saw everything I really didn't need to see, in addition to everything else. He was buck naked and his body shouted that he was definately male.
“Oh… yea… Now that's what I'm talking about.” I whispered to myself.
I didn't suppress my giggle at all and it felt good as I ducked out of sight before Wally noticed if I had been peeking.
“Excuse me Sergeant. Need a towel?” I offered.
The one I was wearing was off in a flash, and I draped it onto the open window sill. I didn't wait to find out when he got it, but I was fairly certain that if he peeked, he'd have seen me pulling a pair of plain white panties over my ass and dropping an equally plain tee-shirt over my head. Something completely naughty in me, had me half facing the open window. Had Wally been looking, he'd have gotten a completely unobstructed view of my left side profile, as I stepped into a simple jean skirt, before I pranced to grab some thing for him to wear.
“Stephan keeps a change of clothes here, and you look about the same size as him.” I lied.
Wally had a much nicer ass and from the frontal view suprise I got, just a moment before… Elephants must be jealous. Playfully, I scopped the pair of jeans and tee shirt from the shelf and walked outside to hand the clothes to him. I even diverted my eyes and made myself a blind fold with one hand. My heart was no longer pounding in my chest, and my pulse had slowed to normal. It felt good when I realised I was flirting. I stood there with the clothes held out in front of me.
“Thanks, Cherish.” Wally spoke. “… and no peeking this time.”
“Damm, he had seen me at the window.” I thought to myself.
I quickly turned myself around to face away from him. I absent mindedly crossed my arms over my chest while I waited. The sound, of a zipper moving and stopping, told me he had pants on.
“Alright, I'm decent now.” He noted.
Still in a slightly playful mood, I raised my hand over my eyes and looked over my shoulder to see close up and personal, a sculpted sign that read PLAYGROUND. My hands dropped in front of me into a shy demeanor, and it was too late to reverse my actions, as his eyes became glued to my chest and the knobs straining against the fabric.
“Walter… my eyes are up here.” I noted.
I lifted his chin, as the tee shirt hid the playground from my immediate view. When his eyes met mine again, it was as if he'd taken a mental picture that included my other hand with my index finger pointing up to my face. We both broke out in husterical laughter right there.
“Chores before dinner, Walter.” I mused.
“God, you're worse than a den mother.” Wally returned.
“… and don't you forget it.” I stated back quickly with a sly smile.
“Wood pile, stove box.” I added, indicating the need for the box next to stove to be filled.
I got myself down on my knees with a wash board at the bathtub, and started to scrub the clothes. I had absolutely no idea the effect that would have on Wally, and quite honestly I never even paid it any attention until I heard him drop an armful of split wood on the floor instead of into the stove box. I was pretty sure he was staring at my ass, when I looked behind me to see him looking back.
“Walter, stop staring at my butt.” I mentioned, then returned to scrubbing the laundry.
“I wasn't staring…” He returned.
“Yes… you were.” I interupted.
“More wood, less staring.” I added.
“Yes, Ma'am.” Wally mentioned and when he stood I noticed the front of the jeans he had on were strained from beneath.
“More scrubbing, less staring.” Wally added.
“Dammit! Caught!” I noted to myself.
“Yes, sir!” I retorted, and got back to scrubbing.
When wally came back in with the second load of wood, I made sure I was bent over the tub to give him a perfect view. I did it on purpose. This time it felt good knowing the monster was safely locked away. It felt fantastic to know the man I had watching me from across the room was watching. It felt fabulous to know I could flirt and be playful. I felt more like a woman than I ever had before, knowing he must be liking what he saw. It felt soothing to know I was safe. When I had finished scrubbing the last piece, I pulled the plug on the tub and let it empty. With the laundry in a basket, I headed outside to hang it all on the clothes line. I passed Wally on the way out as his eyes followed me.
“Tub, soap ring, Scrub.” I mentioned.
“Yes, Ma'am.” Wally sighed loudly and got busy.
I took my time at the clothes line. Something seemed to make me want to continue flirting with Wally. My body seemed to be doing things of its own volition. A slight sway as I stretched my leg and pointed my toes as I reached to peg one end, then the other of his pants, his shirt, his socks, my socks, my panties, my bra, my undershirt, my shirt and finally my jeans on the clothes line. I stood back with the sun in my face, to see our clothes seeming to mimick what my body was wanting, but my mind was saying not to be doing.
I turned around to see Wally staring at me through the bath window.
“All done?” I asked.
“All done, Ma'am.” Wally answered me back.
“Smoke 'em, if ya got 'em.” I stammered slightly.
I watched as he stretched as if for my benefit and teased me right back. Our eyes locked and he knew I was watching. It felt good to feel the way I did. I felt happy. It made me feel that I had made the right decision to leave on that tenth morning. It made all the bad things I had done, to enslave my Father's mind to my weapon, were but a shard of broken glass. I felt like that same shattered bottle was whole once again. I felt freedom at last.
Chapter 3 – Dirty Laundry
My entry into the Cabin seemed to not only announce my presence, but alert the uninvited men that were waiting, that the cabin's occupant had returned.
“Ah, Good Evening Miss Clearwater.” One man spoke. “I hope we didn't startle you.”
“Just who the hell do you think you are, trespassing on private property?” I accused the man who spoke.
“Oh, shut ye festering cookie hole, Cherish.” My cousin Jack spoke. “I have every right to be here as you do.”
“Not in Grandfather's lifetime, and most certainly not now.” I spat back with venom in my voice.
“Cherish, that's not a very nice way to speak to anyone.” Jack Clearwater spoke.
I knew from experience that when Jack Clearwater wanted something, he would lie and cheat and manipulate and bribe anyone he needed to, until he got it. But that never worked with Grandfather, and it wasn't going to work on me neither.
“Grandad's old will was pretty specific about a lot of things, and with your Mom locked in the loonie bin for knocking off your dad, the family had to fingure out what needed to go to who and so on.” Jack spoke calmly and rationally.
“Go fuck yourself, Jack. Now get the hell out.” I cussed.
“Now, Miss Clearwater. we're just trying to be polite, is all.” The man, sitting in my Grandfather's chair, sipping from my cup, and carrying a gun under his arm, spoke.
“And who the hell are you anyway? Take my cousin and get the fuck out.” I demanded.
“Told you she'd be unreasonable.” Jack remarked.
“I'm with Special Services. Sergeant Mathews, Canadian Rangers.” He introduced himself.
“Well, ok. A Ranger is welcome under this roof.” I spoke and shook his hand politely.
“But the piece of dog shit that trailed in here with you is not welcome, and never has been welcome under this roof, since he stole a pouch of tobacco and half of Grandfather's traps before he passed.” I spat with narrowed eyes.
Jack did nothing to indicate he was either interested in moving or even inclined to follow my wishes. He was always like that, always had been for as long as I could remember him. The tobacco and traps in question had turned up for sale at the local flea market and someone had bought the whole lot of them. Surprisingly, they all showed up back at the cabin, oiled and ready to be used without even a note to say who or why. My Grandfather was a man who was respected and everyone knew what was his, would remain his, always. But as far as Jack was concerned, just his presence was an insult to my grandfather's memory if I did nothing.
“Thirty seconds, Jack.” I stated and waited.
“Twenty Seconds, Jack.” I mentioned as I knocked an arrow into the bow in my hand.
“Ten Seconds, Jack.” I spoke clearly and calmly.
In the remaining ten seconds, I never in my life ever saw one Jonathan William Clearwater get off his ass and dive out an open window, complete with a look of terror on his face, as I slowly raised my arm and drew back the bow until the raven's feathers tickled my cheek. The last thing I saw was his fat ass and flailing feet.
“Times up, Jack.” I calmy spoke.
I slowly let the bowstring return to rest, replaced the arrow in the quiver and dropped my Bow into the rack on the wall, that at one time had been used for the enfield rifles issued to every Ranger. I hung the quiver next to it.
“Now that the trash has been taken out, we can talk.” I spoke sofly, as one would to an old friend, to Sergeant Mathews.
“Please, Miss Clearwater, call me Wally, or if you prefer a little more formal, Walter. May I call you by your given name?” He spoke like Stephan did, with manners.
“Cherish, is fine. Wash my cup please and I'll put the kettle on.” I spoke with a warm welcome to the second ranger to be welcomed into what was now my home.
From outside, there was cussing and swearing that spewd from Jack. It only further reminded me of the dire situtation I was now in, now that I had been found.
“As your cousin so politely mentioned, your Grandfather's last Will and Testament was pretty clear and he named you as the sole benificiary in the event of your Father's death.” Wally spoke to me.
“There was also a clause that if you were still a young, that as benificiary, you can name any person to be appointed your legal guardian until you turn eighteen.” He added. “That is where I come in.”
“Walter, under this roof, it is proper manners to say what you mean and mean what you say.” I spoke my Grandmother's words, and blew the ignited tinder onto the kindling after having lit it with a single match. With practiced hands I added some more wood to the firebox, then set the lid over and opened the dampers.
Yes, yes of course.” Wally replied and withdrew from his pocket an aged envelope, afixed with the monogram of the Canadian Rangers, and handed it to me, as I set the full kettle onto boil.
“This has been in our Commanding Officer's safe and since it is adressed to you, it is time for you to have it.” Wally spoke as I caressed the envelope in my hand. My Grandfather's scrawl printed my full name upon the outside of it as I continued to fondle the envelope.
I walked the few paces to the desk, as another stream of verbal diarrhea wafted into the kitchen via the open window. I ignored the verbal abuse and sliced the envelope open with the ornate letter opener, also with the Ranger Monogram on it. I gently sat myself at the desk and began unfolding the letter inside. It was adressed to me, and dated three weeks before my Grandfather had passed, ten years ago.
“Miss Clearwater;” I began reading to myself.
“In accordance with the wishes of one of our members, We the Rangers, do herby swear to safeguard the properties and possesions of Sergeant-Major Franklin Richard Clearwater CD, Retired, until his hiers and successors have reached the age of majority, and as the laws apply to the lands and treaties of our Government, do hereby remain entrusted to your well being.” I read quickly.
The letter was signed by a man I did not know, had never met, but knew what the words of their motto meant – Vigilans. Jack Clearwater took this exact moment to re-enter the cabin uninvited. I said nothing, rose from the chair at the desk, with complete hatred for him. I kicked him in the berries, like I was launching a soccer ball. He staggerd backwards outside, when his feet once again touched the floor. I witnessed him bouncing not once, but twice like an over inflated innertube, until he crumpled onto the ground and whimpered like a wounded dog.
“And stay the fuck out, asshole!” I spat out the doorway.
“No love lost between you two, is there?” Wally commented.
“None at all.” I quipped back. “Only two ways for him to leave here. In the boat you came in, which I think you could do well by dredging him behind you in a net, or he leaves on foot and I get some sport to decorate him like a pin cushion.” I spoke with a serious tone while the kettle began to gurgle with the sound of the heat doing what it needed to do.
“I kinda like the second idea as it reminds me of pin-the-tail-on-the-jack-ass.” I quipped, this time loud enough for even the sailor at the boat to have heard me.
Wally snorted and laughed while Jack moaned and whimpered. I just giggled quietly as the kettle began to boil. I bussied myself putting out the sugar bowl and a second small bowl filled with powdered creamer. Wally washed my cup and slid it across the table to me while I fetched a second cup labelled Visitor on it and set it in front of him. I dropped four tea bags into the pot and set it on the warming side of the wood stove. I filled the teapot with boiling water from the kettle and sat at the table to speak with the handsome Ranger Sergeant while the tea steeped.
“Now Walter, what do you have in mind?” I asked ardently.
“The paperwork has already been filed with the courts for you to be legaly assessed to manage your own affairs and since you're sixteen, attending school is no longer obligatory. Though we do recommend you continue your schooling. I've seen your school marks from when you did attend.” Wally spoke clearly.
This was truth, and the law. All it would take is my signature upon some fancy document and what was mine would be legally mine, and as far as school went, I had no dilusions of graduating highschool. The whole idea seemed pointless to me.
“The only possible stumbling block in this would be if your cousin decides to file assault charges.” Wally mentioned.
“Yea. I kinda figured my bad temper might get the best of me with him.” I noted as I rose from the table and poured tea for us both. “My gold digging relatives can kiss my ass, if they think I'll even consider letting them get their hands on this land… and the house.”
“It's already too late on that one, as they sold the house to pay for your Mother's legal fees, and her on going evaluations at the Center.” Wally informed me.
“Well if they didn't have her consent, it's not a legal sale… and since I own it and not my Mother, it was never their's to sell in the first place.” I concurred out loud.
“… well, a bit of bad news on that, it got stripped of anything that wasn't nailed down, then it was buldozed to make room for several new houses that the Band built.” Wally spoke.
“Gee, by default of an illegal sale, I'm now a landlord… How quaint.” I said sarcasticly.
“I like how you think, Cherish.” Wally remarked. “How about we pour your cousin into the boat and have the sailor return him. I can make arrangements to pick me up in the morning.”
“I guess I can go with you and let the leaches all know they fucked up.” I gloated. “Then be back before they can even ponder what they might do next.”
“Well, give me a hand to get rid of the trash.” Wally spoke, clearly indicating my cousin who still remained whimpering outside.
Feeling not at all sorry for what I had done, but his whimpering was becoming annoying… I rose from the table and accompanied the Sergeant, with the dam fine ass, out the door of the cabin. My Cousin remained in the exact same spot where he had bounced onto the ground. Together we picked up Jack by his belt loops and had him scuttle like a dancing cockroach to the shore, then into the boat.
“Remember Sailor, to file your incident report, that the victim was injured when a wave crashed against the boat as he was egressing.” Walter spoke clearly, probably for my benefit.
“Aye-Aye, Sergeant.” The sailor with an even more impressive ass, and pects, and a whole lot more muscles, answered.
“He's going to be a problem for me.” I mentioned.
“Yea, your cousin is a bit of a protagonist.” Wally confirmed.
“I wasn't talking about Jack.” I added to my last statement. The monster within me wanted out.
Sergeant Mathews and the sailor with the increadibly fine ass, pushed the zodiac out from the shore. Watching the sailor climb like a monkey into the boat was making me want to do more than just monkey around. Then and only then did I catch myself.
“Get a hold of yourself, Cherish.” I silently whispered to myself. “He's not for eating or drinking or anything.”
I stood on the shore with the water lapping at my boots, my arms across my chest, and just staring at a fantastic backside, pilot the boat away from me. I slowly and deliberately reeled the monster back inside me, and locked her away, before I turned back towards the cabin. Standing in the lake did not do my boots any good, and I took them off before I even stepped into the cabin. I wasted not a moment to drape my boots over the shoe horns, and hang up my Grandfather's old hunting jacket. I made sure to leave the camera, and book inside the jacket.
“Pour yourself another cup of tea and give me at least thirty minutes to myself.” I asked politely.
“Oh, yes… of course.” Wally answered me.
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