Semua Bab No Strings Attached: Bab 101 - Bab 110

I'll admit it, I had to jump in the water about every five minutes, trying to get my erection to go down. The water was so warm it didn't help. Her body was small but proportional, making her 32c cups look a lot bigger than they were. Her ass made men stop talking as she walked by. I saw one wife jab her husband in the ribs over it. We tried to kill each other with sex that night. Didn't work, but we almost went into comas. ... Six glorious months went by. I made her quit the bar so she'd be home with me. She grumbled, but did it. She was walking around with that secret smile I recognized. She was up to something. To fill in her time, she went back to school, going for a degree in hospitality and food management. I supported her fully, but didn't understand her degree choice. She called me at work, sounding panicky. "Honey, I need you to come home. Now. It's important." I left immediately. She was pacing back and forth, obviously agitated. She rushed into my arms. I was startin

The regulars were a little leery at first, but soon you could hear discussions and sometimes arguments over which farm provided the best produce, and which fresh herbs and spices complimented which dishes best. It was a riot to see two big bikers almost come to blows over which soup was better, pumpkin or butternut squash. She also added a wine list, all locals, with Jacks' getting top billing. It was funny, in our state you couldn't serve wine in a place that had pool tables, so they had to go. Helen and Sam really didn't mind because that was usually where the fights started, and they could add eight more tables in the space. Helen took the lead and worked a deal with a local brewer to feature their beers on draft. A local food critic, hearing good things, paid us a visit. We didn't even know it until the review came out. THE BEST HIDDEN JEWEL IN THE STATE was the caption, followed by an outstanding review. "Sam's Bar and Grill, located on Swan Pond Road just outside of the cit

Story Title: A New ProfessionHer new profession ended her marriage.Read and enjoy...*************I was beyond pissed when she breezed through the door three hours late. "Where the hell have you been? I had to get Chad ready and take him to school. Bobby is pissed and I need to get to work."She just shrugged. "Bill wanted us to work over, a couple of hours. Even paid us in cash so Uncle Sam doesn't get his greedy paws on it. It'll make up for any time you missed, and Bob already said you were the best one he had. He'll get over it.""Did the phones stop working? You could at least have given me a heads-up.""Sorry. Didn't think. I need to go to bed now and you need to go to work. I'll make us a good supper to make up for it."She didn't give me a chance to respond before she was headed towards the bedroom. I debated following her but I knew it would lead to a hell of a fight and I really did need to get to work.I wa

We sat down at the little greasy spoon he favored, and after we ordered he told me to spill whatever was bothering me or he was going to send me home. I really needed to talk to somebody, so I told him about the money and her general attitude. "What are you gonna do about it?" "I'm going to the motel tomorrow night and see what's happening." "And if you see something you don't like?" "Then I figure I'll go to somebody's ass." Bobby sighed. "Remember Jefferson George?" Of course I did. He was THE rich kid in school; his father had more money than half the town combined. I'd caught him with a fourteen-year-old he'd given some liquor to and he was trying to get her in his car. She was pretty drunk, but she was fighting him as best she could. He finally got tired of it and slapped the hell out of her. "Get in the car, bitch, and shut the fuck up." He didn't know anyone else was around so I tapped him on the shoulder. He looked around, told me to fuck off and started to get in his c

"Because, usually, the right thing always ends up being the hardest thing to do. You had no idea when you married Gail or when she went to work at the motel this was going to happen. Bad shit happens to good people. It's how they deal with it that shows their character. Now, I'm going to leave you alone. Cry, scream, break shit if you want to. Just try to get enough out that you can function when it's time to go home to your child. I know I don't have to say it, but I'm there for you, brother."After he left, I tried to cry. I thought about going to the package store and getting a bottle. I thought about beating the walls out of the motel room. In the end, I didn't do any of those things. I just sat there, numb, for the rest of the night. Bobby found me and didn't say a word, starting the shower and practically shoving me inside. The hot water hit me and I cried, bitter tears of betrayal and loss. I was a lot better when I got out. "Let's go. You're driving."I slept most of the way h