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Post by EagleR on Sept 3, 2021 5:46:13 GMT -8

No Good Deed

My remaining time is growing forever finite, which means I have to share this tale before it's too late.

    My name is EagleRob, and I'm a junior at Penn State, majoring in Business Administration. I spend my day in class, studying, and hanging out with my buds. When I'm not doing the other three, I'm at work at the computer lab, helping students like myself through their daily tech issues. On-campus, the majority of my close friends were dudes, except for my best gal-pal, BostonGirl. My and BostonGirl's friendship goes back before my freshman year, which was already her sophomore year. So our friendship goes back to before we were teens. BostonGirl and I go back to children when our parents worked together at Temple hospital.

    Back then, we were both socially awkward kids with our issues, many of whom were typical for tweenagers. Back then in BostonGirl was short, pudgy, and an introvert. I was tall, skinny, and wouldn't talk to a woman if she was the only other person in a room the size of a small closet. Fast forward nearly ten years later, and I had matured into a taller, muscular, and well-built young man. Whereas BostonGirl, well — she developed into a still short, overweight woman, with attractiveness that would barely be considered moderate.

    Nevertheless, she was my friend. Probably my best friend in life. When I was rolling with my roommate Lord Cornelius and would see her, I would immediately lovingly embrace her and ensure she was doing okay. Once I joined Penn State, it was very apparent that she wasn't as happy as she led me to believe when she nearly begged me to go to the same school. She admitted to having the time of her life. When I arrived, I slept with my first woman in under a week. I would soon learn from BostonGirl that she had yet to find love, either physically or emotionally. She even went as far as to jokingly state, "I can't even give it away."

    Because of our friendship, I always found myself going by her room, which was two dorms away almost every week. So many people knew about our friendship, nobody thought for a moment that we were a couple, despite me occasionally spending the night, which wasn't hard since she paid to have a dorm room to herself. I was cool with the nature of our relationship, but deep down inside, I knew she liked me — I've always known. Methinks her motivation for getting me to come to PennState was that we could be close to one another, strengthening a chance to be together. That being said, despite her near-continuous compliments, my looks… my body… how kind I was, she never put herself out there. I can only think she was afraid to put her true feelings truly out there for fear of rejection. Although, on occasion, I do recall her smelling extra fragrant or wearing skimpier clothes to bed than previous times.

    If there were any doubt in my suspicions, BostonGirl's best friend on campus, Dive|tch stop short of admitting it. "At the very least," DiveB|tch would just admit, "EagleRob, your buddy thinks very favoritely towards you."

    It was early May, and her birthday was coming up in a week. In the past, we've always done little things for each other's birthday. She'd get me a video game or a Philadelphia Eagles cap. I'd get her a book from one of her favorite authors or treat her to a movie on the campus' mini-theater.

    It became apparent to me that BostonGirl had been really down as of late, and I figured that for her birthday, I'd do something extra for her. I came to her room that Monday, immediately walking into her singing along to her favorite band, R.E.M.;

        "Hey now, little speedyhead."

        "The read on the speedometer says."

        "You have to go to task in the city."

    Taking a seat on her bed, I slowly shook my head, "Find A River? What a depressing song!"

    BostonGirl looked at me, shrugging her shoulders in indifference, "That's just the way I've been feeling as of late."

    "Hopefully this will make you feel better. Keep your born day open," I told her with a gentle smile just before reaching for her doorknob.

    An even larger smile came across BostonGirl's face. "What are we doing???"

    "It's a surprise!" I informed her with a slight rub of her shoulder. "Just be ready around 6."

    The days leading up to her birthday, she hounded me excessively about my plans, the majority of which I hadn't figured myself yet. But to me, just the anticipation of my plans had lifted her spirits, which in turn made me feel accomplished.

    The day finally came, and I was almost as excited as she presumingly was. I knocked on her door at 6 pm on the dot.

    From the other side of the dorm room, I could clearly hear her singing;

        "Shiny happy people holding hands."

        "Shiny happy people laughing."

    The door opened, revealing a BostonGirl I had never seen before. She was dressed to the nine, with adequately applied makeup, which I can only assume Diveb|tch had a plan in.

    Half an hour later, we were at The Red, a fancy dinner joint half a dozen miles from campus. The entire time while eating, BostonGirl looked at me like meat, more so than the steak before her. Afterward, we went out and saw the movie Friday, with Chris Tucker and Ice Cube. In between the laughs, I could occasionally feel sets of eyes on me. On the way home, BostonGirl repeatedly told me this was the most fun she'd had in a very long time. Finally, we got back outside her dorm, and instead of calling it a night, we found our way to her room as we continued to rehash the funniest parts of the movie.

    I should have called it a night.

    I should have left after about ten minutes.

    Instead —

    I wanted to give her a birthday she'd never forget. I placed my hands on both sides of her round face, and we kissed. Less than a minute later, I was on her desk chair, and she was on top of me. Seeing her naked did not give me the motivation to 'stand to attention,' so to speak. I was seconds from an embarrassing moment when I started remembering a more recent encounter. By the time we were ready to 'start,' I was good. I would love to say she was good at it, but that would be a full-out lie. Because of her presumed inexperience, she was horrible. She didn't ride in rhythm. Her moaning sounded almost feral, and she stared into my eyes the ENTIRE time.

    "I love you! I love you so f#^$##@q much!" she'd whisper in my ear repeatedly.

    Seeing I was seconds from ruining a moment, I bit down on my lower lip before lowly uttering, "I love you too."

    It was over, and she got back in bed. Once again, I should have left. But I didn't, which lead to her jumping me first thing in the morning when the sun rose.

    I knew if I didn't get out of there soon, she's going to jump me again. So I told her I had to work at the computer lab, which was meant for objection since she knew I didn't work Saturday. But I informed her that I had to cover for someone. So I went back to my room, quickly informing Lord Cornelius, who just turned around and laughed.

    "You know you f-d up real bad, right?" Lord Cornelius said. "You ain't never going to get rid of her now. She's probably hearing wedding bells and planning you guys' honeymoon as we speak."

    Despite Lord Cornelius's comedic words, I knew he was partially correct. But, unfortunately, she is going to take last night as being more than that it was.

    I took a much-deserved nap, only to be shortly awakened by a tap on my forehead. I quickly awoke, thinking that BostonGirl would be over top of me. But instead, it was Lord Cornelius, with the room's phone receiver in his hand, smiling ear to ear.

    "It's for you," he said, barely holding in a giggle.

    "I came by the lab. But, unfortunately, I couldn't find you." was the first thing I heard after I said hello.

    "I had to go," I lied. "Something's got my stomach all jacked. Came back here to rest."

    "Well, I'm sorry for waking you then," she replied.

    There was a long pause on the line, which gave me hope that there wouldn't be a long, drawn-out conversation.

    I was wrong.

    "Are you coming by tonight?"

    "I… I'll see. I've got to go home for a second. Depending on what my mom wants, I might not make it back till tomorrow."

    "Awe, that's a shame. I guess I'll have to wait and see you on Sunday."

    My face contorted at her words, which didn't go unnoticed by Lord Cornelius, who had begun gesturing hip-thrusts as he began mimicking sex movements.

    I considered ducking her and staying in my room, but with my luck, she'd sit outside my door room till I returned. So I went home, arriving back in Philly in just over an hour. Soon as my mother came downstairs, smiling the same devilish grin as Lord Cornelius.

    "I just heard some news just now that has maaaaaaaaaaaaaaddddeee my day!"

    I rolled my eyes, thinking loudly to myself, "You've got to be kidding me!"

    My mom clapped her hands together in excitement, "Krista called... excited beyond belief when she said you and BostonGirl were seeing each other. I can't believe it. I didn't think you were interested in her like that."

    "That's the problem, mom," I said, throwing myself down on the sofa. "I'm not interested in her like that."

    "Well, Krista made it seem like-"

    "Mon, we slept together!"

    My mom's face got serious before she sat alongside me on the sofa. "You've got to fix this, honey, and I mean right away. Krista makes it sound like BostonGirl is already making wedding plans. You've got to fix this and fix this right. Krista and I have been friends for years, and if this goes bad, it could affect our friendship."

    The next day I returned to campus, immediately going to BostonGIrl's room. The minute she opened the door, she rushed in and kissed me before dragging me into her room. She began removing her top when I stopped her, "BostonGirl… we've got to talk. What happened two nights ago..."

    "...was the best day of my night!" she completed." Then, finally, having you inside of me, hearing you admit to loving me. It's what I've been waiting for my entire life."

    I took a step back and looked out her dorm window at the courtyard below before returning to face her, "What happened the other night I wanted to do it because you seemed to be in a bad place. I didn't think it was going to go this far."

    "This far?" she said, her face morphing into a frown. "You said you loved me. You came at me! How are you now going to say you didn't mean it. What did I do wrong? Please tell me what I can do to fix this. Tell me what to do so we can be back together."

    "BostonGirl!" I said harshly, but not meanly. "We are NOT a couple! We were NEVER a couple. We are friends that had a brief moment."

    BostonGirl slowly sat down on the edge of her bed, her palms flat on thighs, her head heavy as she looked to the ground before her. "I just don't understand. Taking me out was your idea. Making love was your idea. I thought you loved me."

    "I do love you, as friend… a sister. It's just I went too far and got over my head. It was never meant to get out of control. I'm sorry if my actions hurt you.

    BostonGirl rushed over and shoved me in the chest. "Actions? Actions? Your actions made me feel like my life actually meant something for the first time! I've loved you since we were little kids, and the better looking you got as you got older, and the more I stayed the same, I saw the handwriting on the wall! You are handsome, intelligent and just an overall great guy. You are going to marry some blond bimbo or some thick black girl that you brag about being into so much. As for me, I'm never going to marry. Never going to find true happiness and will end up living with five cats in a small house with newspapers to the ceiling."

    "BostonGirl, stop. There's somebody special out there for everybody."

    BostonGirl sat on the edge of her bed, her face frozen into a look of shock. "You are the ONLY one special out there for me."

    I stood up and made my way to the door, pausing as I reached for the doorknob, "I've got to go. We'll talk tomorrow. Again, I'm sorry if I hurt you in any way."

    As I left her room, I was confident that I'd hear from her before the night was out.

    I was wrong.

    The next day I received a slight knock on the door. I knew who it was before Lord Cornelius opened the door. Lord Cornelius excused himself upon seeing her, but not before again giving the mocking, thrusting motion behind BostonGirl's back as he closed the door behind her.

    The woman who stood before me was a poor and pathetic version of the woman I had just seen just two days ago. BostonGirl's short curly hair was unkept. She had bags under her eyes like she hadn't slept in years.

    "Your words hurt me yesterday. I've dreamed about making love to you more times than I can remember. I've masturbated to you countless times. But, that all being said, it paled into comparison to what it was really like. Two days ago, you went from being the best thing that ever happened to me… to the worst."

    I lowered my face into my open hands. "I understand your point. I'd understand if you never want to talk to me after that."

    "I don't want that, cause in the end, you are still my best friend. But, that being said, could you do one more thing? Make love to me one last time. Consider it a parting gift, and I swear I will be totally over you. That was the biggest takeaway from yesterday. I knew the minute you left that door that I'd never be with you again."

    "BostonGirl, I can't!

    "Yes, you can! You OWE me at least that!"

    She was right, of course. I considered myself responsible for her current state. If she felt this last 'hurrah,' who was I to deny her.

    She threw the bookbag she brought with her into my bed as I left to go freshen up. When I came back, the room was near dark. She had not only closed my blinds but pulled in the curtains. She had opened up the bag and came out with what she described as a strobe light. After things got "started," she adjusted the flash duration so I'd only see her body once every few seconds, which was fine by me. I could have ended our session within the first few minutes, but that would have been bad. Next, she asked to switch positions which I granted. Once on top, she grabbed a bottle of baby oil and squirted it all over her naked body, which did nothing for me, but whatever. She reached in her bag the second time. I didn't see what it was till the strobe's flashing light reflected off the long, slender metallic object that was in her hand. Part of my mind immediately told me what it was, while the other part refused to accept the full reality.

    "BostonGirll! No!"

    But it was too late.

    My hands went to block what I perceived as BostonGirl's attempt to slash or stab herself, only to watch in slow horror as her near seven-inch blade would briefly disappear when the strobe light flickered off, only to reappear under the strobe flash closer to my body. When the blade entered my chest, I barely felt it at first. I knew it hadn't found my heart cause I was able to backhand BostonGirl not only off of me but also from the bed itself. The knife dislodged from my chest, revealing a silvery crimson top half.

I leaped from the bed, not even wasting my strength to ask her why. I ripped open the blinds and curtains and reached for the phone. So soon as I lifted it and it didn't light up, I knew BostonGirl had seriously thought this through, cutting the line while I was out of the room.

    As the pain in my chest increased a thousand-fold, I began screaming for help as I put on my shorts. I stepped around BostonGirl, who rocked back and forth silently on the floor and tried to open the door, but the latch wouldn't budge. Its when I started hammering on the door did my strength finally started to wane. By the time I began hearing Lord Cornelius and other dormmates on the other side of the door, trying and failing to open it, I was already lying against the side of the door, struggling to move, struggling to breathe. With what remained of my quickly fading vision, I turned back to BostonGirl, expecting to see her reacquiring the knife so to finish me off. Instead, she sat there where she landed, facing me as she softly sang;

        "Don't let yourself go."

        "'cause everybody cries..."

        "Everybody hurts sometimes."

The End.

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What Is Love Sept 3, 2021 6:09:50 GMT -8

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Post by EagleR on Sept 3, 2021 6:09:50 GMT -8

Too Far

The red Chevy Camaro was driving in and out of lanes on the interstate leading to the Poconos. The driver was going as far as to run along the shoulder, its left wheels uncomfortably vibrating the vehicle as the shoulder's rumble strip is seconds from altering the Camero's suspension.

    "Vikes!" the passenger, who was also the driver's wife, screamed out.

    "I'm sorry, Jerry! I just want to get there as soon as possible! "

'There' was Caeser's Pocono Palace, which was an exclusive romantic resort for lovers, especially newlyweds. Vikes and Jerry weren't newlyweds, but the couple didn't go away for their honeymoon because of a family emergency. This summer, Vikes promised to make up for what they didn't get to do last year.

    It took the couple another half hour to drive through the elegant entrance of the romantic location that they'd be spending the next four nights.

    After checking in at the clubhouse, both Vikes and Jerry's heads swivel from side to side. The Camaro's engine revved up a steady incline, "Champagne Towers! Where are you, baby???

"I just saw the cafeteria/dining hall, which is great and all, but I need to find our suite."

    A firm hand grabbed Vikes at the top of his head, fisting till his eyes locked in a quartet of similarly shaped buildings. Inside the suite, the couple was treated to a wide-open living room, with a sofa and love seat before a large tv. Their eyes immediately became affixed to the giant whirlpool bath in the shape of a champagne glass. Despite being on the second floor, it hung out over part of the first. Winding steps led to that second floor that leads to the bedroom and bath above. The bedroom included a heart-shaped bed and mirrored ceiling.

    The young couple wasn't in their suite for a full minute before Vikes broke out as an entire package of prophylactics, waving it back and forth before Jerry's face, "We are going to use ALL of these! You know that, right?"

    Jerry carefully measures out 4 of the 12 condoms, discarding the other eight over her shoulder.

    "Babe?!?"

    "Listen, boy. This vacation isn't going to be about us boinking every second. There are some trails nearby. A park. Some clothing outlets. I don't want to spend the entire trip in the bed."

    Jerry tears one of the four condoms away from the other and frisbies it over in Vikes' face. "Now get yourself together and wrap up! If you behave yourself,     I might let you tap into the condoms I discarded."

    After their romp was over, Vikes stared blankly at the ceiling.

    Jerry runs her fingers through his chest hair. "You going to say something, or ya just going to stare at yourself all day? "

    "Jerry, I really wanted to have a great time with you this weekend!"

    "Did we not just have a good time just now? "

    "We did. But we are on vacation. that means couples are supposed to take their sex life to another level."

    "W...wow," Jerry says hurtfully before turning her back to her husband.

    Vikes quickly turns to console his wife, "Awe babe, I didn't mean it that way. I just figured of all places, this is where we could really push our boundaries."

    "I am what I am, Jerry admitted as a matter of fact. "You knew this when you married me. So if you want a woman to hang from the chandelier, you better find someone else."

    Jerry's words cut deep, but as profoundly as her words go, Vikes knows she's not lying. He'd know his wife for ten years before them actually dating. He knew he had a great woman who was incredibly kind, graceful and brought out the best in everyone. For the most part, they enjoyed a healthy sex life.

    "It's that darn Instagram!" Vikes told himself.

    The popular social media site filled Vikes' head with all sorts of fantasies and unrealistic expectations.

    "Those women aren't real!" Jerry would repeatedly tell him when she'd find him spending too much time on the site. "I mean, they are real people, but they aren't living real lives like you and me. What would you do right now if one of those girls walked through the door? You'd trip all over yourself. If you had a chance to sleep with one, you wouldn't last 30 seconds."

    "Bullsh-t!" Vikes would say every time. "I'd give them girls the best 45 seconds of their life!"

    During the day, the young couple took advantage of the resort's on-site amenities. They play several rounds of miniature golf, played video games, and even hit the gym. At night, Jerry stuck to her plan. Even when Vikes brought out the baby oil, a disjointed Jerry blasted his idea, "Vikes, it'll ruin the sheets. "

    It's at that point where Vikes concludes with just two days remaining, nothing special will come of this vacation. At least not in the bedroom anyway. That following day Vikes was feeling pretty frisky and was about to tap Jerry on the should for some early-morning action. But at the last second, he stopped himself for fear of rejection. He had promised Jerry they'd finally head up the outlets. If he tried to get lucky today, she might feel like he was trying to balance out one good deed that deserves another.

    Vikes figured he could use his extra energy to hit the gym for a few minutes. But, unfortunately, he had been growing a little bit of a gut pryer to his vacation; he could only imagine how he's doing now since he'd been eating everything he could get his hands on in the cafeteria.

    Minutes later, he arrived at the gym, looking up at the clock upon his entrance. "Empty! Of course, it's empty at 9 am. Most people are either asleep, hungover, or having sex right now. Lucky them!"

    Five minutes into his bench press on the universal rack machine, the front door slowly whined open. Vikes' head whipped around, hoping he'd see Jerry standing in the doorway, possibly asking him if he'd like to relieve his energy in a more pleasurable way.

    Who walked into the gym immediately caught Vikes' eye.

    It wasn't his loving wife.

    It wasn't some muscle-bound, former college running back.

    What grabbed Vikes' attention was a tall, adorably attractive woman of Asian descent. The woman sported a long ponytail that went halfway down her back.     The leggings she wore were so tight, in Vikes' mind, he could probably make out a pimple on her thigh. The left legging stopped right beneath the knee, exposing a calf muscle that was so defined, it looked like she could cave in the door of a civic with just one kick. Like what one would find with a collegiate swimmer, she had broad shoulders, but her body lacked the overall anorexic look of someone who stuck to nothing but cardio. Instead, she was a physical specimen in every sense of the world, and now she was heading in Vikes' direction.

    As she got close, her eyes met with Vikes, as she released a smile that could light up an already brightened room, "Hello."

    Immediately Vikes sucked in his gut, straightened his back, and released a far less than inspiring, "Hi."

    Vikes immediately kicked himself for being so pathetic, as Jerry's earlier warnings became prothetic, "What would you do right now if one of those girls walked through the door? You'd trip all over yourself."

    Vikes watched as the woman went into the far end of the not-so-big gym. Vikes continued his routine, trying his hardest to focus on the woman who was easily squatting several hundred pounds by his estimate. What made it worse for Vikes is that he'd occasionally catch the woman staring back at him, smiling the entire time. This little game he was playing with this total stranger was getting dangerous as Vikes started to desire to approach the woman. Finally, he decided the best thing to do was to leave before he embarrassed himself. He stood up, gave a half-hearted wave in the woman's direction, and left.

    After returning to his room, Vikes wisely choose not to volunteer the part about the gym that included the woman. As kind of a woman Jerry was, Vikes knew she had a dark side he dared never to cross after seeing it action the first time. Years ago, the host of a restaurant that seated them began to flirt with Vikes openly. Jerry immediately lost it, grabbing the girl by the back of her head and dumping it into a lobster tank.

    Instead, Vikes promised Jerry she could get whatever she wanted from the outlet. Part of his generosity is from the guilt of eying up the woman from the gym, and the other part was he knew Jerry deserved it. So the young couple hit up every high-end store they could find. They walked so much, even Vikes' feet began to hurt.

    When they arrived back to the room, Vikes just knew that "relations" were going to go down the minute they stepped in the room. Unfortunately for Vikes, the minute Jerry's body hit the pillow, she was out like a light. At wit's end, all Vikes could do was take a nap beside his wife, as his erotic thoughts of the afternoon switched from his wife to the woman at the gym.

    Vikes awoke several hours later, finding Jerry dressed for dinner and dancing at the cafeteria that doubled as a lounge in the later hours. Vikes dressed accordingly, adorning himself with his best attire, including casual brown shoes, a pair of khakis, and a never-worn white dress shirt.

    When they arrived late to the cafeteria, Vikes and Jerry saw the same couples who were also guests of the resort as they have seen on the previous days, with one exception. The woman from the gym was seated in the cafeteria corner near where the servers enter and exit. She wasn't alone, though. Sharing the same table was another man of similar age, similar athletic build through his tight-collared polo shirt. Vikes and Jerry were seated five tables away but angled in such a way that all Vikes had to do glance slightly to his right, which he did several times, hoping to catch eyes with the woman who faced him. In contrast, her maile companion faced her direction only. Vikes thought his momentary glances were subtle, so subtle that Jerry wouldn't notice.

    "She'd break you," Jerry said in a monotone voice before casually scooping up half a dozen peas from her plate. "So would her man after he found out."

    Vikes didn't even deny looking at her because he knew it would have been even more demeaning to insult his wife's intelligence.

    As the cafeteria started to break down in its convergence to the lounge, half the dozen or so remaining couples departed, leaving behind a mix of young and middle-aged couples behind. One of those couples was the woman from the gym. She and her companion appeared to be laughing it up with one of the middle-aged couples.

    When the lights lowered and the music started playing, Vikes allowed himself to release his fixation on the woman and properly attach it to Jerry. The two hadn't gone dancing in a mouth, and Vikes forgot how much fun he was having. The couple was so into each other nothing else in the world seemed to matter.      Vikes and Jerry finally take a moment to sit down, and before Jerry can bring up the fact that her feet hurt, she looks up to see a couple approach their table.

    "Can we join you?" the woman says with a bright smile, already pulling up a chair.

    Vikes' heart nearly leaps from his chest as he realizes it's the woman from the gym.

    A step behind her is her male companion mirroring her same smile, chair in hand.

    The woman turns towards Vikes, "Good to see you again?"

    Jerry's eyes become dinner plates as she turns to Vikes, "Again?"

    Vikes looks at Jerry then at the woman, "I… uh… yesterday I went to the gym and-"

    The woman's male companion, noticing that Vikes needed a rescue breaks the awkward tension. "My name's Smash. My girlfriend's name is Cleared Hot.     She indeed ran into your boyfriend-"

    "Husband!" Jerry immediately corrects as she begins digging her fork's handle into the wood table.

    Smash, raising his hands to placate defense, "Husband - sorry. Cleared Hot ran into your husband at the gym, and they exchanged pleasantries. Nothing more… nothing less."

    The tension building up in Jerry immediately released. However, she still occasionally glowered at Vikes as now Cleared Hot told how they discovered the resort.

    Smash leans forward away from the back of his chair, showing all teeth, "Seeing how we interrupted you guys, good night. How about I get you guys some drinks?"

    "That's okay," Jerry shakes her head. "We aren't heavy drinkers."

    "Then it'll be Long-Island Ice Teas," Smash says before disappearing away.

    Minutes later, Smash returns with three glasses, placing one before each person except Cleared Hot.

    "You won't be joining us?" Jerry asks.

    "Found out a few weeks back that we are expecting," Cleared Hot beamed back.

    "Congrats!" Jerry and Vikes regale the couple in unison.

    Less than a half-hour later, both Vikes and Jerry start feeling the night overwhelming them, and they let their new friends know it's time for them to turn in.

    Upon exiting, Smash and Cleared Hot too decide to call it a night. Once outside, Smash and Cleared Hot to begin to follow them. So which place did you guys get?

    "Champagne Towers," Vikes responds.

    "Lucky Bast-rds," Cleared Hot replies. "We wanted one of those rooms, but they were already booked."

    "We could show you what the room looks like," Vikes says, his suggesting annoying Jerry.

    "Hun, don't you think it's too late to be having company," Jerry says with a poke to the ribcage. "Besides, that Long Island Ice Tea is really hitting me."

    "We've imposed too much on you guys already!" Cleared Hot says.

    "Nonsense!" Vikes says. "It'll only take a quick minute."

    The two couples make their way up the hill to where Vikes and Jerry are staying. So soon as Cleared Hot and Smash to the two-story, condo-like room, they are blown away by its elegance.  Cleared Hot's head swivels back and forth before playfully backhanding Vikes in the chest, "With a place this nice, you guys must be $@#%# in every room. I mean, if we were in this room, we would have shattered that champagne whirlpool up there."

    Vikes finds himself once again on the spot, but when Smash comes to rescue him this time, it doesn't make it for the better. "How about a tour?"

    Feeling woozy, Vikes sits down on the large sofa and begins fumbling for the remote control. The last thing he clearly remembers is Jerry escorting Smash and Cleared Hot away, presumingly finishing the tour of their suite. After that, everything got hazy. First, Vikes slightly remembers the room darkening, with only the tv' providing the only source of illumination to the room. Next, Vikes remembers someone suddenly strangling him, blocking the light from the tv, their entire body a silhouette. Vikes automatically assumed it was Jerry. But something was different. The way he was touched was other. The body fragrance he inhaled so profoundly on that he could almost taste was different. The natural curve to her back, all the way down to her hips, was different. The moans, purrs, and screams in his ear were all different. Finally, he was inside of someone, and during that instance, he knew it wasn't Jerry, but he didn't care.

    The moment he finished, he blacked out, not waking up till the rising sun of the next day warmed his face. Any chance of last night's episode being some sort of imaginative dream quickly vanished when Vikes realized he was completely unclothed. "Had I really been with Cleared Hot?" he thought to himself, feeling both a sense of boastful pride mixed with a sense of numbing shame.

    After partially clothing himself and making a bathroom run, it had finally hit him that he hadn't heard from Jerry. "Jerry? Jerry? You up there?" Vikes called to the second floor of their suite before hitting the stairs. "If I was with Cleared Hot last night, that can only mean that Smash was with…." Vikes tried in desperation to remove that thought, that very visual, from his mind. "No way would Jerry allow that. But if she was in the same fugue, susceptible state as he was, it's possible she wasn't aware of what she was doing either." Vikes thought.

    Vikes slowed as he got to the top of steps, afraid that he would see Jerry in the same level of undress that he found himself in, confirming his worst fear occurred. But to his initial happiness, the bed was not only empty, but it looked as perfectly made as it was the day before. So Vikes concluded that Jerry must have gotten up early and gotten breakfast without him.

    It's not till Vikes showered and dressed, did it hit him that no way Jerry would have walked past him in the condition he had found himself. Jerry would have beaten him out of his stupor. He would call her but then realized that her phone was sitting on the nightstand. Next to her phone was a condom wrapper.

    "That means nothing!" Vikes repeated told himself. "All that means is Smash, and Cleared Hot decided to get their swerve on in our bed." But soon as he said it, Cleared Hot's words echoed in his mind, "Found out a few weeks back that we are expecting." So there would be no reason for him to wear one with her.

    Vikes exploded from his suite and immediately began calling out aloud, "Jerry? Where are you, babe!"

    First, he checked the cafeteria - nothing.

    Then he checked the gym - nothing.

    He even checked the front desk to see if they had seen her. Finally, after thirty minutes of frantically running around, Vikes was left with no other option but to call the police.

    When the police arrived, they helped search the different on-site facilities, trails, and walkways. But, it wasn't till Detective 610, a former Philly cop approached did his world turn upside down.

    "Mr. Vikes," Detective 610 said after checking over his notes. "You called us about your missing wife. We've checked this entire complex, sir, and we can't seem to find her."

    "How about the other guests?" Vikes asked pleadingly. "How about Cleared Hot and Smash? They were in our suite last night. I actually slep-" Vikes cut himself off before he steered this investigation down a different path.

    This sudden interruption was not missed by Detective 610, who jotted it down in his notes before continuing. "That's the thing, Mr. Vikes. I checked the resort's guest books. There are no guests named Smash and Cleared Hot. And before you ask, no… there aren't any guests that fit that description either. But, on the other hand, I'm pretty sure a tall, pregnant Asian woman would stick out to the desk staff."

    "She wasn't showing, at least not to what I saw."

    Detective 610's ears perked up, jotting something else down in his notes. "You know what I think, Mr. Vikes?"

    "Please, Detective, enlighten me!"

    "I think you guys had some sort of alcohol-fueled love twist last night with this other couple. I mean, I know this other couple exists. I've seen the tapes. But they only seem to come here to eat and work out, in which they paid cash every time. So I'm thinking you were dealing with some swingers from another nearby resort, and more than likely, the Mrs. will return tonight with an incredible story to tell."

    "MY WIFE WOULD NOT LEAVE OFF WITH A BUNCH OF STRANGERS! WE AREN'T LIKE THAT! WE DON'T LIVE LIKE THAT"

    Detective 610 now regarded Vikes wearingly, before raising his right eyebrow, "You apparently lived like that last night. NOW, technically she's not really missing till tomorrow morning. If she's not here by manana, call us back, and we can begin an official missing person's case.

    A disgruntled and disappointed Vikes returned to his suite, sitting down on the corner of the sofa so he could watch a front door that would never open for the remainder of the night. Finally, morning came that followed a night where Vikes slept only brief, twenty minutes segments, as any sound, including the suite's HVAC system engaging, would awaken him in the hopes that it was Jerry returning through the door.

    When Detective 610 returned the next day, he indeed made the investigation official, notifying the FBI. In the meantime, local authorities checked the local resorts, but no one had seen the couple or Jerry. Eventually Vikes had to perform the painful job of packing Jerry's things, wondering if these clothes would ever touch his wonderful wife's skin again. Wondering also if he would ever get to touch his wife's wonderful skin again.

    On the three-hour drive home, Vikes was numb to the world around him, as scenery and vehicles around him zipped by in a blur. As much as he wanted to blame Smash and Cleared Hot, deep down inside, he knew there was only one reason why no one else was in his Camero to see him weep uncontrollably.

    Vikes wanted to push the boundaries, and in doing so, broke through into a harsh world that was far less forgiving than the one who he held the most dear was.

The end

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Sept 3, 2021 5:46:13 GMT -8 EagleR said:

My name is EagleRob, and I'm a junior at PEEN State, majoring in Business Administration.

Missed opportunity to include @peen in the story, as the College itself. Also missed opportunity to consistently talk about entering Peen in a story.

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Sept 3, 2021 7:08:31 GMT -8 Saska said:

Sept 3, 2021 5:46:13 GMT -8 EagleR said:

My name is EagleRob, and I'm a junior at PEEN State, majoring in Business Administration.

Missed opportunity to include @peen in the story, as the College itself. Also missed opportunity to consistently talk about entering Peen in a story.

I don't think he reads this section of the boards. I try to only include folks who come here.
Of course I just opened myself up to Peen coming here and saying he's here all the time.

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Sept 3, 2021 7:14:04 GMT -8 EagleR said:

Sept 3, 2021 7:08:31 GMT -8 Saska said:

Missed opportunity to include @peen in the story, as the College itself. Also missed opportunity to consistently talk about entering Peen in a story.

I don't think he reads this section of the boards. I try to only include folks who come here.
Of course I just opened myself up to Peen coming here and saying he's here all the time.

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Sept 3, 2021 7:14:04 GMT -8 EagleR said:

Sept 3, 2021 7:08:31 GMT -8 Saska said:

Missed opportunity to include @peen in the story, as the College itself. Also missed opportunity to consistently talk about entering Peen in a story.

I don't think he reads this section of the boards. I try to only include folks who come here.
Of course I just opened myself up to Peen coming here and saying he's here all the time.

I rarely come here either. Frankly a bit insulted at having such a bit part in the first story. BostonGirl's make-up artist friend? And Dive would never use a word like favoritely. Are you the nut that wrote a story about someone attacking me in my home, that I said would give me nightmares? lol

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Sept 7, 2021 13:24:14 GMT -8 Ron said:

Boston Girl. Who was Boston Girl? Fleet maybe? Peen?

She / he was made up by somebody. All I can remember is that hideous avy. I can't picture any female poster here being unattractive, so its easier just to use a fictitious female poster as such.

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Sept 7, 2021 19:58:13 GMT -8 @divebitch said:

Sept 3, 2021 7:14:04 GMT -8 EagleR said:

I don't think he reads this section of the boards. I try to only include folks who come here.
Of course I just opened myself up to Peen coming here and saying he's here all the time.

I rarely come here either. Frankly a bit insulted at having such a bit part in the first story. BostonGirl's make-up artist friend? And Dive would never use a word like favoritely. Are you the nut that wrote a story about someone attacking me in my home, that I said would give me nightmares? lol

now you know the rule of thumb here. I get called out, in turn I give the person a much larger part in the next one.

The future one you won't be attacked at home.

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Sept 8, 2021 9:45:48 GMT -8 EagleR said:

Sept 7, 2021 13:24:14 GMT -8 Ron said:

Boston Girl. Who was Boston Girl? Fleet maybe? Peen?

She / he was made up by somebody. All I can remember is that hideous avy. I can't picture any female poster here being unattractive, so its easier just to use a fictitious female poster as such.

Somebody on PSR did a great impersonation of BostonGirl. I forget. I think the source posts here.

At one time, I think it was IMGUR had a photo library. You could search for images. Type in "Ugly" and Boston Girl's avy came up!

One of my other favorites from the same source was a guy named "Mack Down" Here is the photo, was right next to Boston Girl in the gallaery

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Sept 8, 2021 9:47:35 GMT -8 EagleR said:

Sept 7, 2021 19:58:13 GMT -8 @divebitch said:

I rarely come here either. Frankly a bit insulted at having such a bit part in the first story. BostonGirl's make-up Artist

friend? And Dive would never use a word like favoritely. Are you the nut that wrote a story about someone attacking me in my home, that I said would give me nightmares? lol

now you know the rule of thumb here. I get called out, in turn I give the person a much larger part in the next one.

The future one you won't be attacked at home.

I was actually not aware of that. But thanks on the last part. Can you make that 'attacked anywhere', in any way, shape, or form? lol

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