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WHUMP!
I cursed quietly to myself as my head bounced off the window, jarring me awake. I looked around and remembered that I was in the van on the way to some lame-ass choir clinic with nine other kids selected from our high school chorus. Mr Meyers, our choir director (and the shitty driver of this van) took pride in always being able to boast about the large numbers of his choir members that always got accepted to these “invite-only” events.
Like I gave a fuck!
But the old man practically begged me to take this trip on this last chance; my senior year. And I kind of owed it to him. He had never given up on me, even when I blatantly disrespected him in front of his choir. Now I was a vocal lead in my high school’s choir and musicals. I even had several scholarship offers to some various performing arts colleges. So I gave the old man what he wanted, for old time’s sake.
I had dropped into the rear-most seat in the van as soon as it pulled up. This way, I didn’t have to worry about Mr Meyer’s lectures or getting sucked into a conversation with the seat behind me. This was the best of both worlds. I was even starting to believe that I might get the seat to myself.
But no.
I had forgotten about the new girl, Tori. She was the last one to climb onto the bus and looked around briefly before coming straight to the back and asking me if the seat next to me was taken. It would’ve been pointless to lie, so I just stood up to give her room to get to her seat.
“Thanks” she said, simply.
I’m pretty sure she picked the seat with the least talkative occupant on purpose. Tori was a junior who had recently moved to this dump in the middle of Ohio from good ol’ Los Angeles County. A true Valley Girl, she didn’t know how to react when her winter clothes from Cali didn’t do a damn thing to keep her warm in this climate. She had learned this the hard way on her first day.
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She had dressed as she usually would for school. In California, nothing would’ve been wrong with her outfit. In fact, I thought it was damn sexy! It’s just that by the time she had gotten from her car to the front door, the cold had screwed her nipples up so that they looked like pencil erasers. How did I know this? Because the poor girl didn’t have a bra on. I imagine this would be pretty logical in California. I mean, I wouldn’t want to walk around all day with my tits sweating through my shirt, either. Plus, she had some beautiful breasts. Either large C’s or small D’s, they looked unbelievable on her 5’3” frame. I would bet she weighs no more than 130 pounds. However, he weight is distributed well enough to make any man drool. Her skin was still slightly sun-tanned and contrasted nicely with her naturally blonde hair.
She was gorgeous. So of course the country-ass skanks at my high-school felt threatened. The first thing they noticed about the girl was her lack of an undergarment. I could hear the whispers of “Whore” from ten feet away. I was leading Tori by about ten feet at this point. So I shrugged out of my leather jacket, turned around, and offered it to her. The look of gratitude on her face was thanks enough, and I walked her to the office to get her schedule. This way she didn’t have to be bothered by the judgmental looks and sarcastic comments. The whole school was afraid of me, and I kind of preferred it that way.
You see, I’m mixed; half black and half white. Society seems to think that any black equals all black, so who am I to argue? I showed up to my first day of school here in some baggy-assed sweats and a loose fitting red Nike hoodie. My high-top Adidas matched the color of the hoodie perfectly. I had picked up the toothpick habit from my father, so a toothpick dangled from the corner of my mouth. I’m not the biggest guy, I’m only 5’8” weighing in at 140 pounds. But, man, I terrified these poor muthafuckers!
In my second week there, the incident took place that would seal my social status at this school for the remainder of my high-school career. Ricky Clarkson, the star senior line-backer for the football team, decided that he and I had a problem.
“Why you have to act like such a nigger all the time, CJ?” He asked in that drawling accent that I can’t stand. I must have looked pissed, because he followed up his first question with “What? Did I anger you, brutha? You lookin’ to start a fi…“
That’s when I punched him. I don’t think he was expecting me to be as fast as I was, but he was out before he hit the floor. I locked eyes with everyone in the circle that had formed around us. I’ll give em’ this much, they learn fast. When the teacher came by later that day to ask what happened, no one had seen a damn thing!
That’s probably why I felt for her, since I had undergone the same process. I could already see that she was doomed to be an outsider here, too.
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Come to find out, Tori was a damn good singer! So that’s how we ended up on this van together, now you’re all caught up.
Now that I had been so violently awakened, I could tell that I wasn’t gonna get back to sleep anytime soon. I slipped my phone out of my pocket to check the time.
2:17…AM. Fuck my life. By my guess, we still have about four more hours before we get to the hotel. Just great. As my eyes became accustomed to the darkness, something moves in the seat beside me. Tori. She’s curled up into this tiny ball beneath her Hello Kitty blanket. Then I saw something that shocked me
In her attempt to stay warm, she had been tossing and turning under her thin blanket. Somehow, amidst her constant movement, her shorts had slid down to their current resting place; her toned and tanned thighs. Then I noticed something even more amazing…she wasn’t wearing any underwear! My mouth began to water. She must’ve suntanned naked back home, for there wasn’t an inch of pale skin anywhere on her. The only thing that broke up the luscious bronzed skin?
The pink of her exposed pussy.
My dick instantly began to harden. In my lust-filled 18 year old mind, all common sense instantly vanished. I had to take advantage of this opportunity. After glancing around to make sure everyone was still asleep, I moved in closer. She remained fast asleep.
I managed to move her to the outside edge of the seat with her body facing mine. Reaching down with my right hand, I gently slid her shorts off and then lifted her left leg over my waist. Lining up my dick with her opening , I gently pushed the head of my cock between her lips.
At that moment, her eyes began to flutter open. Not wanting to miss my chance, I slammed my hips forward, sinking the first three inches of my dick into her unprepared pussy. This was more than enough to wake her up. Her eyes snapped open, her moth dropping into a silent scream. I rammed into her again, fully inserting my last five inches into her snatch.
A tear began to form at the corner of her eye, but I was too turned on to care.
Realizing where she was and not wanting to draw any attention to herself while she was still impaled on my manhood, she looked at me desperately.
“Please take it out! You’re too big, you’ll split me in half! Oh God!” She whispered frantically. I did pull out…right before I plunged right back in. I began to pound into her rapidly, mercilessly ravaging her cunt. I was drunk on the power of the moment. The feeling of control over this amazingly beautiful girl quickly brought me to the point of no return. Only five or six minutes after entering her, I felt my climax coming.
“Shit…I’m gonna cum, babe!” I whispered into her ear, still rapidly fucking into her.
Her face adopted a look of terror. “Pull it out! Please, you have to pull out! What if I get pregnant?” She whispered hysterically. She began to push against my chest, but I had already anticipated her reaction. Reaching around her torso with both arms, I wrapped then tight around her slender stomach and full chest, effectively pinning her against me.
“Oh no, I wanna feel your walls around my dick when I explode. I’m cumming inside of you!” I whispered back. Then I felt myself enter her a little differently. It felt like my dickhead had entered another hole, deep inside of her. I realized I had just plunged into her cervix! The thought sent me over the edge…
She knew where my dick was, too. She tried to beg again. “No, I’m fucking begging you, just don’t…”
And then I exploded inside her. Violently.
“Ohhhhhhhhh shhhhhit!” she quietly exclaimed, feeling me fill her insides with my sticky cream.
I flexed my cock inside of her, wanting to shoot my whole load deep into her wonderfully tight cunt.
Then something happened that I hadn’t expected.
“No…oh fuck, not now. Not like this!” She said quietly. Then SHE locked her hands around MY neck, tucking her head against my shoulder in shame and embarrassment.
I didn’t understand until I felt her walls begin to spasm around my cock, milking out every last drop of jizz. I grunted quietly at this unexpected pleasure.
“You’re such a slut! You got off on having this dick forced inside you, huh? Well, unless you want everyone to know about this, you’re gonna keep what happened tonight a secret. Deal?” I asked quietly. She meekly nodded her head, still looking down out of shame.
“Good. Now pull your shorts up just under your ass… Take my dick out of your pussy, you slut… Good. Now roll over.” We were now pretty much spooning. “Cover us with your blanket… At least you can follow orders. Now put my cock back inside you!” She meekly obeyed every order, giving a cute little grunt as she obeyed my last command.
“There, that’s better,” I whispered as I shoved the rest of my semi-flaccid cock back up her dripping pussy.
“Now you better get back to sleep,” I whispered evilly. “You’re going to need it.”
She froze in my arms.
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In the Locker Room

They had just won their final game of the season and were headed to state at the end of the month. Joey and Tyler, generally called Gainer by his teammates, were still in the locker room after the game after everyone else had left. They were catching a ride together, but it was cold and snowing outside, so they had decided to wait inside. Gainer checked his phone and read the text that had just come in: “Sorry, will be late, roads are bad. –Mom”
“Well, it looks like we’ll be here a while, dude,” Gainer informed Joey.
“Ah damn. I had some homework to finish. Not that I’d be doing it until way later anyways, haha,” Joey responded.
“Well we gotta pass the time somehow. Any ideas? Want to practice a bit more before state?”
“Nah, we’ve done enough of that for the day,” Joey replied. “Is it just me or is it kind of warm in here? I think I’m going to take off a couple layers.”
“Yeah, I was thinking the same thing. I’m gonna join you then.”
As the two teens were stripping off their shirts, they began to take greater notice of each other than if they had been in the room with the rest of hockey team. Gainer observed that Joey was developing quite the nice six-pack. Joey in turn became more aware of the taller boy’s lean, muscular body.
Almost without thinking about it, Gainer reached over and laid his hand across his best friend’s slightly toned stomach. The muscle tensed under his touch, and he had to quickly jerk his hand away before it got any more awkward than it already was.
“Dude…” Joey susurrated. “You didn’t have to stop.”
“Are… Are you sure? We can just pretend like that never happened.”
“Hell no, dude. Let’s see how far we can make it before your mom gets here.”
Gainer took the cue and moved closer to Joey. He leaned over and lightly pressed his lips to the shorter boy’s. Joey, not feeling quite satisfied, grabbed Gainer by his hair and pulled him into a harder, rougher kiss.
When Gainer broke for air, Joey took the opportunity to reposition himself so that he was sitting in his friend’s lap instead of next to him. He ground down into Gainer’s crotch, moaning at the feeling of the hardening member rubbing against his ass.
“I need more, Tyler,” Joey moaned into the other boy’s mouth.
“Stand up,” Gainer grunted.
Joey sprang off of Gainer’s lap and was quickly followed by the taller boy. Gainer lowered himself to his knees and hooked his thumbs into Joey’s waistline. As he slowly pulled down his friend’s pants and boxers, he simultaneously revealed the shorter boy’s erect dick.
“Is there a reason I haven’t noticed how hot you are, Joey? I mean, dude, your dick is pretty damn hot.”
“…huh? Oh, yeah, thanks, dude. Can we, uh, just get this going, please?”
Gainer smirked to himself as he took Joey’s cock into his mouth. Joey groaned as he felt the warmth around himself. Suddenly, perhaps not accidentally, the smaller boy thrust his hips forward, forcing Gainer to deepthroat his friend’s dick. Gainer had to fight the urge to gag, but managed to overcome it, focused on pleasuring his best friend.
“Tyler, let… Let me blow you. You’ll love it,” Joey sighed.
Gainer detached himself from Joey’s cock and stood up. He shimmied out of his own pants and boxer briefs, and went over to sit down on the bench. Joey slid down to kneel in front of Gainer. He took the other boy’s dick in his hand and stopped for a moment to admire the length.
He then stuck out his tongue and swiped it over the slit of the penis in front of his face. Gainer let out a surprised groan at the feeling of Joey swallowing his dick in one thrust.
“Dude, this is awesome. We need to do this more often,” Gainer stated.
Joey pulled off of his friend’s dick and said, “Hell yeah, man. I could do this every day.”
Gainer decided to take the conversation a bit further: “Let’s fuck. No one has to know about it; it’ll be our little secret.”
Joey stood up and leaned down to Gainer’s ear. “I want to feel your dick inside of me,” he murmured. “I want to ride you.”
“You just want to do it like this? No lube, no fingering, no nothing?”
Joey shook his head and added, “I want you and just you. I don’t care about the pain, and it’s not like I can get pregnant.”
Gainer acquiesced and laid down lengthwise on the bench. He held his dick straight up so that Joey could easily mount him. The shorter boy straddled his friend and took a deep breath. He took control of Gainer’s cock and guided it to his tight hole. Joey slowly lowered himself onto the erect member and moaned as it went deeper and deeper inside of him.
As he bottomed out, Gainer groaned loudly. Joey sat there for a moment adjusting to the stretch and sudden fullness. His friend then shifted slightly underneath him and pleaded for him to start moving. Joey lifted himself up and then swiftly thrust himself back down, basking in the immense pleasure as Gainer’s dick arrowed into his prostate. Both boys gasped and shuddered at the new feelings arising from their
pleasure.
Joey kept bouncing his bubble butt up and down on Gainer’s cock, and on every occasional bottom would thrust his ass backwards and roll his hips, causing Gainer to grunt in bliss every time.
As Gainer approached his climax, he placed his hands on Joey’s chest and had him stop for a moment.
“Are you alright, dude? Did I do something wrong?”
“No, I just want to try a different position. I think you should lay down on the bench and I’ll fuck you like that.”
Joey got off of his friend’s dick and swapped positions with him. Gainer pulled Joey to the edge of the bench so that his ass was hanging off it. He propped the smaller boy’s legs up on his shoulders and, without warning, thrust into his ass to the hilt.
Gainer used his increased leverage to hammer into Joey’s tight ass and bring them both back close to their climaxes. Gainer reached out and took hold of Joey’s dick and stroked him until he came in ribbons on his near-washboard stomach. His orgasm caused his ass muscles to clench around his friend’s cock, milking the cum straight out of him. Gainer moaned as he emptied his seed into his best friend.
Gainer collapsed on top of Joey and lazily kissed him. Joey’s cum was trapped between the two boys and made both of their abdomens sticky. The two slowly made out on the bench in the middle of their hockey locker room.
They both jumped when Gainer’s phone began to ring. His mom was calling to say that she was there and where were they at. Gainer responded saying that they would be there in a couple minutes, and the two boys quickly threw on all of their scattered clothing.
As they were walking out of the locker room, Joey looked over at his friend and quietly said, “I think I love you, Tyler…”
Gainer, dumbstruck, responded, “Dude, I think I love you too. Which is why we need to keep doing this.”
“Can I at least fuck you next time?”
“Of course, Joey. I can’t wait to be filled with your cum,” Gainer smiled at his best friend.
The two boys were outside and walking towards Gainer’s mom’s car. In the dull light of the parking lot, Gainer reached over and squeezed Joey’s round ass. Joey jumped and leaned up to kiss the taller boy on the neck, just underneath his ear.
“Don’t think you’ll get away with that, Gainer,” Joey warned. “That ass is mine!”

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Sound Of Bounce

BBW Kylie loves to video tape herself having anal sex to watch later on for solo fun. After a night of hot group foreplay in public she takes Alfredo home to do just that.

Playing Dare with Sis

This is a fictional work and all characters are above 18 years old. Themes involve a brother blackmailing his sister into sex with him and his friend. Do not read if you are not interested in this theme.

The Concierge

This is the first part of an ongoing series i HOPE to be working on as time progresses. If you like, leave a comment. Let me know in what direction yall would like.

Molly – Chapter Six

The names have all been changed, including mine, to protect the not so innocent. If you want to read more about my history, read the prologue. Chapters 1 and 2 deal with meeting Molly and how our relationship evolved. Read Chapters 3 and 4 for more about Sanrda.
Chapter Six
Not knowing what else to do to pass the time, walked over to my computer to check my emails. Seeing hundreds of new messages forced a groan from my lips. Quickly scanning the senders and subjects, it appeared most were from parents. Scrolling all the way down, I noticed one from Jim that was marked urgent. Hesitantly, I opened it and saw that he had sent out a notice to all parents explaining the event that had taken place between a male teacher and two senior female students. He expressed regret and promised an inquiry with the full board, but reiterated that the initial findings showed that the male teacher was not to blame. While he didn’t name me, the hundreds of emails made it clear that everyone knew who he meant. Fucking great.
I was filled with trepidation as I opened the first email. Surprisingly, it and the vast majority expressed shock and dismay yet promised to speak with their child and offered their support during “this trying time”. I thanked them for not jumping to conclusions and said all I wanted was to put it behind me. A few were from fathers who felt that I was to blame and had somehow set it all up. More than one threatened to kick my ass. Awesome. Now I will have to watch my back at school. I didn’t respond, as I doubt anything I could come up with would sound like a cover up. So I forwarded them to Jim and asked him for advice before I replied. I was a bit proud of myself for my restraint. Had I been a decade younger I would have arranged a place and time to settle the matter. I was a bit of a hot head in my 20s.
Halfway through the list, I was shocked when I opened an email to find several scantily-clad pictures of an attractive woman. My email address was registered to the school district and I knew they saved a copy of all correspondence and reserved the right to read every message. I sure hoped that the IT guys overlooked this one as I didn’t need any more scandal right now. Her message was brief:
“I found the photos of you on my daughter’s phone. I have had a crush on you for a while Mr. White, and hope that you don’t think me too forward by sending you photos showing what seeing your gorgeous cock you did to me.” A photo of a bare, swollen pussy that was slick with her excitement filled my screen. Her labia was swollen with desire and her clit had emerged from hiding to announce her arousal, The thick lips were distended as if something thick and hard had just been removed from their velvety embrace. It was a very pretty pussy. “I would love to get together and discuss your situation privately.”
She included her name, address and every possible way to contact her. I couldn’t think of a way to respond, so I simply closed the message. I had not expected a reaction like hers. Nor did I expect the erection that bumped the desk when I stood to grab a drink. True, I had stared at her photo for a while. At first, I was too stunned to do anything else. Then I was captivated by her brazenness and delicious looking pussy.
Geez, I had more sex in the past twenty-four hours than I had in the previous five years! My cock should be quite content and resting comfortably, but it seems that my time with Sandra had only made him crave more attention. I chuckled and wandered to the kitchen for a drink. He had lost some vigor by the time I returned and I resumed reading and responding to most of the emails.
There were several more emails from women who offered to meet for coffee or a quiet dinner, but none of the others included nude photos. I confess, my self-esteem soared thinking of all these women lusting after me. My active imagination began displaying scenario after scenario of me allowing them to seduce me into their beds and leaving them breathless from our vigorous, repeated fuck sessions.
My daydreams were interrupted by the buzzing of my phone. I flipped it over to see Sandra was calling. Confused, I answered, “Hello?”
She giggled into the phone, “Hey you. Miss me yet?”
I smiled, “Of course!” I breathed huskily, “If you were here I would show you just how much.”
“Oh shit Jarod! I just put on a pair of dry panties. If you keep talking like that I’m going to need a fresh pair before I can walk around Alyssa.” Peals of her laughter drifted through the phone, “She kept asking what the funny smell was in the living room and when Christie went to the bathroom she asked if I had been,” Her voice dropped to a barely audible whisper, “fucking before they came over.”
Chuckling at the image of her blushing at Alyssa’s bold question, “Did you tell her that my cum was still dribbling out of your pussy?”
“JAROD! You are terrible. I told her no, that she was imagining things.” She paused, “I don’t think she bought it.”
“I don’t think she did either. You are a terrible liar.”
“Don’t I know it!” she whined bitterly. Sighing heavily, she continued brightly, “So when do I get to see you again?”
I took a deep breath to mull it over. I was getting hard thinking of all the things I would be doing to her had our day together not been interrupted. “Hmmm, I don’t know Sandra. It is far too risky to do anything at your parent’s house again. I’ll try to find a motel in the area that we can use.”
“A motel? I’m not that kind of girl Jarod. What if I came over to your place?” Her voice cracked as she asked, betraying her nervousness.
“I would normally say no. My house is my haven, my respite from the world. I have never had a lover here.” My cock was telling me to give her the address so that he could once again be buried inside her lovely, lithe body.
“Lover? Is that what we are?” Her voice was thick with emotion, but I had no idea which one. Damn it! Did I say the wrong thing?
“We’ve had sex three times Sandra and you slept with my dick in your hands, so yes I would say we are definitely lovers.”
She squealed so loudly into the phone I had to move it away from my head to prevent permanent ear damage. Seems that was the right answer. “If I was there I would be sucking that beautiful cock of yours!”
I laughed, “And I would let you!”
“Damn it Jarod, when can I come over? And where do you live? What should I wear? Do I need to bring anything?”
I chuckled at her eagerness and cut her off before more questions could spill out of her. “What if I cook dinner and you come over tonight?” I had a disturbing thought, “Do you trust the girls enough to leave them alone?”
“I would love that Jarod, but I agree leaving these two alone would be a BAD idea. Alyssa would probably talk Christie into hosting an orgy or something. Why does Alyssa’s brother have to be such a perv?”
I laughed, “He’s a guy. We are all pervs. You didn’t seem to mind my pervy nature last night. Oh, and what is up with calling me Jarod?”
“Well, I figure that since you put that magnificent cock of yours into me that I don’t have to call my LOVER by his last name.”
“When you put it that way, I am forced to agree.”
She giggled, “Why do I get the feeling that doesn’t happen very often?”
Laughing I replied, “You are far wiser than a nineteen year old ought to be. So you can’t come over tonight. What about tomorrow night?”
“Hmmm. I should be able to get Christie to stay with one of her friends. I’ll tell her I am having a guy over and that should get rid of her. So what time? What should I wear? Do I need to bring anything?”
“Sandra, relax. Come over around six and we can cook together; then spend the rest of the night relaxing together. You don’t need to bring anything, unless you want dessert. Well, maybe a change of clothes to wear home tomorrow. Wear whatever you like, but I will probably be in just a shirt and jeans. At least I will until you rip them off me and then I’ll just wander around naked.”
“Maybe I should come over at five so you can fuck me silly before dinner. It would be hot watching you cook me dinner wearing nothing but a smile.”
“Five sounds good. I am planning to pan-sear some fish, so I will be wearing at least an apron.”
Sandra laughed, “Oh that would be so cute! Please tell me you have one of those frilly aprons with a bunch of bows on it.”
I chuckled, “Heck no! I have a very manly apron. It’s camo. There is nothing manlier than camo.”
Once again, her laughter drifted through the phone. I do so enjoy making a woman laugh. “Oh, this I have to see!”
I gave her my address and then got busy straightening up once we hung up. I clean regularly, so it wasn’t too much work to have the house looking great. I may be a guy, but living like a slob bothers my OCD nature. A clean house allows me to relax completely. I checked the fridge to make sure I have everything I would need.
The sun was setting, so I slipped on some shorts and walked out onto the back deck to watch it. As I watched my thoughts turned back to the situation with Molly. I knew that I wanted her, but I wanted more than a tawdry, short-lived fling. For nearly four years she had captivated me, drawing me into her orbit. I feared drawing too close, lest I be burned by the contact. But at the same time I can’t deny how I ache to explore every inch of her body before sliding my cock into her until we both collapse from exertion.
I jumped a bit when the house phone rang. Very few people had the number, so I strolled over and lifted the cordless from its cradle without checking the caller ID.
“Hello?”
“Jarod? It’s Molly. I, um, oh gosh.” I was shocked to hear how nervous she was as she rambled. It was the first time I had ever heard her sound the least bit unsure. “This is more difficult than I thought. I, um, need you to know that what happened yesterday can’t happen again.”
I was very confused. We hadn’t done anything, “Sorry Moll, but you lost me. Did I pass out or something while you were here?”
“Don’t make this any harder on me.” I could tell by the tone of her voice that she was blushing deeply. “I nearly touched your, um, thing. I’m married for Christ’s sake!”
I fought the urge to laugh, but it was not an easy struggle. She was upset because she NEARLY touched my dick and yet had let some random guy fuck her last year. I will never understand the way women think. “Okay Molly. I promise to never let you almost touch my thing again.” I lost the battle and snickered a bit as I finished my sentence.
“I’m serious! Look, we can talk about this later I think Chris just pulled in. Promise me that we’ll behave in the future.”
The words were out of my mouth before I could process them, “Sure Moll. I’d do anything for you. You know that.” Shit! Why the fuck did I say that? I was supposed to be pissed and angry, not bowing to her every whim.
“Thanks Jarod. Got to go. I’ll try to organize a night out dancing this weekend. Bye!” So a night of grinding and humping each other on the dance floor is okay, but not stroking my thigh on my couch? That’s a great example of female “logic” for you.
I woke before sunrise and was out the door in a few minutes. I jogged the five miles since my legs were still sore from the intense workout in the gym. I barely made it to the road by the lake before the sun crested over the horizon. This was my favorite route in the morning, just for this view. I was tempted to stop and enjoy it, but doubted I would be able to convince my sore muscles back into the slow gait.
Once I was home, I stripped off the sodden clothes. It was unseasonably warm, and in Texas that means the low temperature barely dipped below seventy degrees. So I was dripping sweat despite the slow pace. I toweled off and grabbed a sports drink out of the fridge. It felt great as I gulped it down. I grabbed my Tiger Tail and started rolling it over my legs. They were less defined than normal due to not running a marathon in over a year. I had been having trouble with my right calf so had taken time off to let it rest. I still admired the way each muscle flexed and rippled beneath my skin as I changed positions during the self-massage.
I made a simple breakfast and tried to come up with ideas on how to stay busy until five pm. Somehow I managed to pass the time without going crazy. I did some yard work, getting the beds ready for planting. I shook my head when I saw my neighbors planting flowers. Texas weather is always unpredictable but we were due for at least one more cold snap before Spring set in for good. I was baking under the sun and not for the first time wished I had been able to install a pool in the backyard. Maybe next year, I told myself. Of course, I had been saying that for three years. But maybe with my new pay raise I could swing it.
When it got too hot, I grabbed a towel and headed to the park. I slipped off my shoes and laid down my towel before sprinting for the dock. The water was so cold, I felt as if it sucked the air out of my lungs through my skin. I swam for the surface and spent a few minutes gasping as my body adjusted to the drastic temperature change. I spent at least an hour splashing around and swimming.
It was two pm when I got home, so I made a light lunch and cleaned up the gardening tools before hopping in the shower. I spent extra time shaving my nether regions in anticipation of the night to come despite barely being able to feel any stubble. As I keep my hair short, grooming takes very little time. I slipped on my jeans and at the last second I pulled on a polo instead of a simple t-shirt.

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An Attitude Adjustment

I do welcoome any and all comments. Quite true, some comments are meant to be mean-spirited. Trust me. I ignore you. 🙂 This is a work of fiction. It took me a long time to write and I can only hope that there will be “some” who will appreciate the content.

Karen and Michelle’s Sad Story Part 1 Chapter 5

Karen and Michelle’s Sad Story Part 1 Chapter 5
By Redlegtiger
Please remember that this is fantasy and anyone thinking that they should do these things in real life, deserve to be locked up and have the key thrown away and play sissy slut to their cell mate for eternity. If you are not at least 18 years of age please leave.
Chapter 5, Back to the Cabin for Clean up
When Karen passed out from the pain of the piercing and cauterization, it didn’t take long before a little of the piss and shit mixture that was flowing through the tube to trickle down her wind pipe. As soon as the acid hit the sensitive lining of the bronchial tube, the burn caused her to quickly wake up in a coughing fit. This caused the shit and piss mixture to be sprayed through her nose out over her mouth, chin and tits. Because she was strapped into the chair, she could not move to help ease her coughing spasm. She continued to cough so hard that she threw up. Most of the vomit went down the big tube connected to her ass. But some sprayed all down her front through her nose. Because she was strapped into the chair, she could not move to help ease her coughing spasm. When everyone heard the coughing, they all looked over at Karen and started laughing at the sight of her.
They went back to discussing the plans for widening the rift between Karen and her parents. This would effectively smash any hope that Karen might have of help. They also wanted to humiliate her in front of her high school class mates and with the help of some key selected and trusted adults and community leaders, smash any hope she might have of getting rescued. John turned to Darrell and said, “I know that you have decided to start Karen’s training earlier than we discussed, but I think you should take it easy on her until the party Saturday so she can heal from the piercings. You don’t want her to get an infection or do anything that could threaten her health and cause her to loose the baby.”
Darrell got a big grin on his face and answered, “Don’t worry dad. I hadn’t planned on anything that would jeopardize the baby, but there is still a lot that can be done to make her a good and proper little submissive.”
John then asked Joey, “Have you gotten my special order in?”
Karen had caught some of the conversation and began to panic at what they were saying. How could they do this to her? All she ever wanted to do was to go to college and maybe meet someone she could love and marry. Now she finds herself in the hands of a perverted family who find joy in torturing young women. Oh god she wanted to go home to her mom and dad. She wondered why she didn’t listen to them in the first place. If she had, none of this would be happening. Now she had no future. No chance to even decide what to do with her own body. She couldn’t live life like this, no, there had to be a way to get away from these monsters. Tears were streaming down her cheeks and her eyes were blood shot from her crying. The taste in her mouth was awful as well. It was all she could do to keep from throwing up again.
Joey had gone to his storage room and returned with a package that he gave to John. John presented the package to Darrell and said, “Here’s a little wedding gift for you. Your mother and I thought that you might get some good use out of these.”
Darrell immediately opened the box and found 5 metal cylinders that looked like silver vibrators of varying sizes ranging from one inch to three inches wide by half inch increments and all about 8 inches in length. Darrell picked up one of them and found it to be fairly slick. He asked his dad what they were for.
John explained, “These are training dildos. They are designed so that when they get a little moisture on them, they are very slick and almost impossible to grasp. They are also pressure sensitive. The trainee must maintain a certain level of pressure on the dildo or it will send a shock into the trainee. There are 5 levels of shock that you can set by remote. Finally, there is a temperature sensitive gauge at the bottom end. If the dildo starts to slip out of her cunt, it senses the temperature change. If it drops between 3 to 5 degrees, it has some spring loaded pins that will be released and will spring out into the flesh of the cunt. Not only is this painful, but it will start shocking the trainee every 5 minutes with the highest setting shock until the slut’s master comes in and resets everything. Your mom and I thought you might need some help in getting some basic equipment, so we ordered you these to get you started with your dear little wife. We didn’t expect that you would get started training her so soon. And especially to arrange for her to be used in order to get some of tools and equipment you need. We are very proud of you for what you are doing. You are going to be a fine master some day.”
Karen heard what Darrell’s dad had said and screamed and shook her head no. Her face was a mask of fear and desperation. She tried to pull herself free of the chair and it rocked back and forth. The others looked over at her when they heard the noise and just as they looked, Karen had rocked the chair too far one way and it toppled over to the left. When the chair finally came to a stop, Karen was sobbing and crying so uncontrollably that her whole body shook in spasms.”
Darrell thanked his dad and then looked at Joey and asked, “Do you have a tarp to put in my trunk so that Karen doesn’t get crap and urine all over the inside of my car?”
Joey got the tarp for Darrell and they went outside and lined Darrell’s trunk. While they were doing that, Joey told Darrell, “You know, your little slut in there made me 35 hundred dollars. I tell you what. Your mom and dad are good friends of mine. So I’m going to give you all of the equipment you selected for free as a wedding present. Also, you now have a 35 hundred dollar credit line that you can use to purchase additional equipment.”
They finished with the car and went back in the shop. John had released Karen’s cuffs and she was getting up from the chair as they entered. Darrell asked, “Joey, do you have a heavy gold or silver chain to connect to the Nipple and clit rings. I want it with a heavy ring that I can attach the leash to?”
Joey grabbed a gold chain from the counter display case that was just what Darrell wanted. He went up to Karen, looked at Darrell and asked, “May I”. Darrell shook his head yes and Joey connected the ends to the newly installed rings. He gave each one a tug individually causing Karen to scream in pain each time.
Darrell attached the leash to the chain where they joined and gave it a stiff tug. Karen again squealed in pain, but quickly followed out to the car. She looked a sight with a dildo in her cunt, a dildo with a large tube in her ass and a smaller tube from her cunt that went to her mouth and was attached to a gag. On top of all this, her hands were cuffed behind her back, her front looked like it was covered with shit and she was being led around on a leash connected to gold chains hooked to her tits and clit. It was Quite a sight in deed. When they got to the car, Darrell opened the trunk and ordered, “Get in the trunk and lie down on the tarp. I don’t want any of that filthy shit you’re covered in to get on my car.
Karen climbed in as best as she could, all trussed up the way she was. Once in the trunk, she curled up in a fetal position and just lay there in her misery crying. Darrell then went up to his parents and asked, “Are you going to make the arrangements for Saturday as we discussed?”
They assured him that they would have everything ready. They gave each other hugs and then parted their separate ways.
When they got to the cabin, it was almost dark. Darrell opened the trunk and ordered Karen to get out. After struggling for several minutes, she finally managed to get herself out of the trunk and stood looking at Darrell with fear and loathing in her eyes. He immediately slapped her tits hard and asked, “Is that the position that I told you to assume in my presence?”
She immediately went down on her knees facing Darrell with her head bowed down. After making her wait for a few minutes, he finally undid the cuffs on her wrist and asked, “Have you learned your place now?”
All Karen could do was shake her head in acknowledgment, keeping her head turned down. He finally ordered, “Karen, go out back to the well and clean your self off. You stink to high heaven. There is no way that anyone will ever have anything to do with you looking like that. You make me sick just looking at you. Go ahead and take everything off but the nipple and clit ring chain. You better hurry too, I’m going to take you out to dinner at a restaurant and I need enough time to make sure you’re properly dressed and ready for the trip. By the way, make sure you clean your self and the equipment well inside and out or she I’ll give you 10 swats for every time I find a spot.”
Karen started to get up to go to the well pump when Darrell put the flat of his foot on the side of her rump and pushed. Karen went flying and landed on her right side getting scraped in the process. He asked, “Is that the way I told you to move around when we are here. Karen got down on all fours and began crawling on her hands and knees to the well pump. The first thing Karen did was to get up on her knees and removed the harness holding the gag. She yanked the gag out of her mouth and released the pressure from her cramping intestines and the liquefied shit sprayed all over her face as she removed the gag. She immediately fell back down to all fours and threw up the urine and shit mixture that she had been forced to swallow. She continued to wretch and dry heave for about 5 minutes before she was finally able to get control of herself.
Once she was finally able to stop throwing up, she began to carefully remove the catheter up her urethra. She grit her teeth and groaned from the pain as she pulled the catheter out. She finally grasped the dildo in her ass and removed it. She still had stomach cramps and felt like she had to shit. She looked around and saw a small building that was about a 100 feet from the cabin and thought that it was probably an out house. When she got there she found she was correct and went in, removed the dildo in her cunt and sat down on the seat to finish shitting out the gallon enema she received last night.
Just as she had a strong flow of diarrhea begin, the door opened and Darrell grabbed her by the hair and yanked her out of the out house on to the ground. The shit from her diarrhea just sprayed all over the seat and floor of the out house and on the ground in front of the out house. Darrel screamed, “You bitch. You are not good enough to use any of the facilities around here. If you have to piss or shit, you go into the woods on all fours. Then you piss or shit while you’re still on your hands and knees. Now get over to the well and get yourself cleaned up so we can go to dinner.” As he turned to go back into the house, he looked over his shoulder and in as stern a voice as possible told Karen, “When we get back from dinner, you are going to clean up the out house by licking up every bit of that shit up with your tongue.” Karen turned nauseous and almost threw up just from the thought.
Karen crawled over to the out house door and reached in and grabbed her dildo. As much as she would like to just throw it away, she knew that Darrell would punish her severely if she didn’t have it in when she went inside. It was at that moment that she realized that she had left her anal dildo in the trunk of the car. She immediately began to panic. She knew she would be punished if she didn’t have the dildo in when she went into the house. She decided that she would go ahead and get cleaned up and see if she could think of something in the mean time.
While she was cleaning, she noticed that Darrell stepped out the back door and put a plastic lined box down on the ground to the side of the door. He told Karen to put the cleaned equipment in the box when she was done. He also tossed a bar of lye soap to Karen and told her to use it to clean up with, including her ass and cunt. He reminded her that he would be checking to make sure she cleaned all of her nooks and crannies. Karen was initially very glad that he had given her soap to clean with. That is until she began to feel the burn that lye soap causes, especially if left on for very long. This soap had a very high concentration of lye and really caused her skin to burn painfully, even when left on very briefly. She knew it was going to be excruciating to use it on her tender abused vaginal lips and anus. She also knew that if she didn’t, Darrell would really punish her severely so she decided to do the best she could and just bear with the pain.
When she finished cleaning herself, her skin was a very pink glow from the harshness of the lye. Her ass and cunt were on fire as she knew they would be, but she went ahead and ignored the burn and began to clean the equipment. She began by taking everything apart and then washing each item individually. When she got an item cleaned, she would put it in her mouth and crawl over to the box and put it in. The hoses she wrapped around her neck and crawled over and put in the box. While she was doing all this, she realized that she might be able to get her ass dildo without Darrell ever finding out.
She thought back to her night at Mistress Lynn’s and how slut had made requests and she decided to try that. She crawled up to the back door and assumed a kneeling position and knocked on the door. She immediately sat back on her heels and bowed her head with her hands behind her back. Darrell opened the door and looked at Karen with a smile on his face and asked, “What is it slut?”
Karen immediately shook her head no while saying, “Master, this worthless slut has remembered that she lay on a tarp in the trunk of master’s car and got it dirty. This worthless slut can’t finish cleaning until slut goes and gets it and brings it back for cleaning. If master could please bother to spare a brief moment of his time to use his remote to open the trunk, this worthless slut will retrieve the tarp and bring it back here to clean properly.”
Karen stayed in the kneeling position praying that Darrell would not suspect that she had an ulterior motive in asking. Darrell after a long pause told slut to go ahead and get the tarp from the trunk. He would make sure it was opened for her. Karen felt a brief surge of excitement that her plan might just be working and quickly got on all fours and started crawling to the car in front of the house as Darrell closed the door.
When Karen reached the car the trunk was opened. She quickly kneeled up over the open trunk and looked for her dildo. She didn’t see it anywhere at first and began to feel a little panic set in as she searched every nook and cranny of the trunk. She finally found that it had rolled into the well for the spare tire. She tried to pick it up, but it wouldn’t come loose. No matter how hard she tried, it wouldn’t budge. She finally realized that if she loosened the spare, that it would likely come out very easily. She unscrewed the large wing nut holding the spare several turns and then tried picking up the spare with one hand while picking up the dildo with the other. She finally got the dildo loose and sighed in relief that her plan was working. She placed the dildo in the center of the tarp and grabbed the corners of the tarp and began folding them up over to the center. When she had the corners and edges folded over so that the shit wouldn’t leak onto the trunk of the car, she carefully lifted it up and out of the car. She closed the trunk and took the four corners of the tarp and put them flat side together and bit down on them and started crawling back to the well pump at the back of the house. She thoroughly cleaned the tarp and neatly folded it and took it to the box with the other equipment. She went back to the well and cleaned the dildos. She slowly reinserted them into her cunt and then her ass. Then she crawled to the door, knocked on it, and assumed the same kneeling position as before.
When Darrell opened the door and saw Karen in the proper position with her dildos in place, he smiled and said, “Very good bitch, I see you finally finished. It sure took you long enough and I see that you remembered to put your dildos back in like a good little whore. Come on in and assume the proper position in front of the fire place.” After Karen crawled in the door, Darrell picked up the box of equipment that Karen had cleaned and brought it inside with him. He took it with him to the main living area of the cabin and sat down on a recliner. He sat the box down in front of him on the floor and started going over each one carefully to ensure that each was properly cleaned. When he was done, he put the items back in the box and congratulated Karen. “Well it looks like you have avoided any additional punishment. Everything was very clean, just like it’s supposed to be.” When Karen heard him say that she hadn’t earned any additional punishment, she started to panic trying to figure out if he had caught her without the anal dildo or what other infraction she may have done other than the mess in the out house. Darrell continued, “Let’s just add up your punishment. I think it’s only fair that you receive 10 swats for each infraction, don’t you.” Looking at Karen and waiting for an answer. Karen, without raising her head and continuing to look at the floor knew that she was already in for a rough time and wanted to desperately try and get Darrell to ease off a little so she answered softly, “This worthless whore defers the determination of how much punishment this slut deserves to her Master. This slut hopes master will be merciful.” Darrell got a big grin on his face and started counting up the infractions. “Your first offense was to leave your dildo for your ass in the trunk of the car.” Karen gasped at the revelation that he knew about her leaving the dildo behind and also at that moment knew that she was in deep trouble for attempting to deceive of him.
Darrell continued, “That will earn you 10 swats. The unauthorized use of the facilities is another 10. The trip to the car to get the tarp and your missing dildo will earn you 10 for the missing dildo in your cunt and 10 for the one missing from your ass. Then it’s 10 more for each one missing on your trip back to the well pump. And finally, there are 30 for trying to deceive me about forgetting your anal dildo. Now if I am not mistaken, that is a total of 90 swats. I am going to round it up to a full 100 for taking so long getting cleaned up.”
Karen started sobbing completely out of control, but did somehow manage to stay in a kneeling position. He stood up and walked up to Karen and ordered her to open her mouth. He unzipped his jeans and pulled his cock out and inserted it in her mouth. “Drink up bitch and don’t spill a drop. When your done, start giving me a blow job and I’ll tell you how you can work off some of your swats.”
Karen struggled a little trying to drink all of his piss while still crying. But she resolved herself to listen and hoped that what Darrell wanted her to do to work off all of her swats would not be too hard. When he stopped pissing in her mouth she immediately started sucking him as if her life depended on it.
He continued telling her, “If you are a good girl tonight, and do everything I tell you without any complaints, I will take off swats as I feel are appropriate for your cooperation.”
Karen resolved at that moment that she would do whatever she had to, to avoid being spanked again. Her ass was still very sore from the first spanking that he had given her two nights previously.
Darrell stood there thinking how lucky he was to have landed such a submissive slut. He thought about all of the fun he was having with her and how much more fun he was going to have in the future.
Karen quickly got into a good rhythm and started twirling her tongue around the head of his dick and taking him in as far and as deep as she could. When she felt the head of his dick hit the back of her throat, she closed her eyes and swallowed while trying to push it farther in. She knew that this would please him and she so desperately wanted to please him. Finally after a bit of effort, her nose hit his pubic hair. She continued swallowing repeatedly until she was about out of breath. She started to pull off to get some air but Darrell was so close that he grabbed the back of her head and held her in place. She began struggling desperately to get a breath of air and the added stimulation brought Darrell off. He started pumping his come straight down her throat. When he was done, he pulled out and tucked his dick in his pants. Karen fell forward onto her hands and knees gasping to get air into her lungs. Darrell got to his chair and as he sat down told Karen that she had done a better job. When Karen finally got her breath, she resumed the correct kneeling position and waited for Darrell to tell her what to do.
Darrell told Karen, “Look at the couch.”
When Karen looked at the couch she saw that there were about a half a dozen outfits there. All of which were fairly disgusting as far as she was concerned. As she was looking at them, Darrell told her, “I want you to go over and try on each and every one of them.”
She crawled over to the couch and looked at the outfits. There was a pair of cut off Daisy Duke Shorts with a cropped off tank top, a green plaid skirt that was ridiculously short and a white opaque blouse, and a black skirt that was just as short as the plaid one with a loose fish net sweater top that covered nothing. There was also a long black skirt that was split up the side to the waist band and a white slinky Cami with thin spaghetti straps. There was a pair of tan Capri pants with an extremely low waist band with a pale yellow stretch tube top that couldn’t be more than 6 inches wide. The final outfit was a red mini dress with a deep plunge in the front and tied behind the neck leaving her back totally exposed.
She picked up the first outfit and kneeled toward Darrell and waited for him to acknowledge her. He had been watching her reaction as she looked at each outfit and when he saw her kneel submissively toward him, he asked, “Do you want to say something bitch?”
She immediately asked, “May this worthless slut stand up to change clothes please master?”
Darrell knew that he would enjoy the show of her dressing and undressing immensely so he gave her permission to try them on standing.
She stood up and picked up the shorts and pulled them on. They were very tight and she had to really struggle to get them up and fastened. The crotch of the shorts was very thin and when the shorts were all the way up, the strip pinched deep between the folds of her cunt lips. This caused them to be easily visible to any one looking. It also forced the dildo farther in to her cunt. The waist band was cut so low that you could actually see her pubic hair sticking up out of the top of the shorts. When she pulled the tank top on, the top showed a good portion of the top of her tits to just above the aureoles and hung just a couple of inches below the bottom of her tits.
When she had the outfit on, Darrell ordered, “I want you to walk back and forth so I could fully appreciate how the outfit fits you. Keep walking until I tell you to stop.”
As she walked back and forth her tits bounced and almost bounced out of the top. It also crept up the more she walked. She started to reach up to pull it down when Darrell ordered, “Don’t you dare touch that. Any clothes I give you to wear will be worn just like they are. You will not attempt to change how they ride on you no matter what. I don’t care if you’re in the middle of the town square. If your clothes fall or start to ride up you leave them alone.”
Karen continued to walk back and forth. Her cunt lips rubbed back and forth on the stiff material in the crotch of the shorts. Initially it was quite stimulating but it soon started to rub her lower lips raw. She knew that if she had to wear them too long, she would be in a lot of pain. Darrell finally told her to stop when she was in front of the couch and told her to try on the next outfit.
She took the shorts and tank top off and put the plaid skirt and see through blouse on. The skirts waist band, like the shorts was so low that the top of her pubic hair was visible. The skirt was so short that it only went a couple of inches below her cunt lips. He had her unbutton the blouse and tie it off under her tits. Again he ordered her to walk back and forth. She was the epitome of the walking wet dream. As she walked, the back of the skirt flipped up a little exposing the lower globes of her ass. Her tits were easy to see and bounced beautifully as she walked.
Darrell was getting hard again from the tantalizing view and he ordered Karen to stop and bend over. He went up behind her, flipped the skirt up, took the dildo out, rammed his dick in her ass hole and started fucking her with all of his strength. It took him a good 20 minutes until he was pumping his semen up her ass. When he was done he pulled out while giving her ass a hard slap and ordered Karen to clean him off.
Karen turned around, tears flowing down her cheeks from the coldness of it all. It was all she could do to keep from throwing up at the thought of sucking his cock which was covered in her shit. She finally closed her eyes, opened her mouth and took his deflating cock in her mouth and sucked him clean.
When Darrell felt she had done a good enough job, he told her, “You can try the other outfits on latter. It’s getting late and if we want to make it to the restaurant on time then we have to leave soon.” With that he picked up a pair of 4 inch healed pumps and through them at her and told her to put them on and put the dildos back in so they could get going.
This is end of Chapter 5.
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Missy: Day Six

I’m so glad you’re all enjoying Missy and her adventures. I love hearing from you! Happy reading.

Mr Handyman

I woke up at around seven thirty in the morning and just laid there contemplating on what I would get into today.
I got up out of the bed with my usual morning wood and said to myself,
“Damn it sucks not having a girlfriend”
I walked into the bathroom and turned the shower on to get it warm, and figured what better way to start my day off than a hot shower with a bottle of baby oil.
I stepped into the shower and began wetting my hair and just as I wiped the water from my face, the doorbell rang. I stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around me and proceeded to the front door.
“I sure hope it isn’t anyone important”, I said to myself as I reached out and opened the door.
As the door swung open, there stood the most gorgeous woman I had ever laid eyes on. She stood about five and a half feet tall and she had red hair and big beautiful green eyes. From the looks of things, she had a very nice well proportioned chest and the cutest round bubble butt that sticks out just enough to give her a great shape. Not to mention that she looks as if she works out to keep her awesome figure.
“Hi there, my name is Jenn. I work for the local Friends for Animals and I am out doing check up house calls to people and families that have recently adopted animals from us”
“I am sorry ma’am, but I haven’t adopted any animals since I moved into town. I just moved into this house last week”
“I’m sorry, my name is Lee. You kind of caught me as I was getting into the shower. If there is anything I can do to help, feel free to drop by. You have my address. It was very nice meeting you Jenn”
“It was nice meeting you too Lee, hope you have a good day”
With that, she turned and made her way back to her car.
I closed the door and made my way back to the bathroom where the shower was still running and I climbed back in.
As I stood under the water I thought to myself, “This is going to be a pretty good day after all”.
As I finished my shower, I got dressed and decided to go into town to grab some lunch. I would worry about what I was going to do for the rest of the day after lunch.
As I mentioned earlier, my name is Lee. I am twenty seven years old and I recently bought a house in one of the nicer gated communities in downtown. I stand a little over six feet tall and weigh in at one hundred and eighty seven pounds. I like to think I am a good looking guy and stay in really good shape by working out and spending a ton of time in the outdoors.
I made my way into town and decided to have lunch at one of the local sub shops. As I walked in I noticed Jenn standing in line waiting to place her order.
“Funny running into you again so soon”, I said as I walked up behind her.
She turned and smiled.
“I know it, are you meeting anyone here”
“No ma’am, I am not”, I said as I smiled back.
“Would you like to join me, you are more than welcome to”
“Sure that would be nice”
We both ordered our sandwiches and found a little table in the corner of the small restraunt to allow us some privacy.
“So Lee, what brings you to this neck of the woods”
“Work, I got laid off a couple of months ago and found a job at the general hospital working in the maintenance department. I was working for a big construction company and they lost the bid on a big job and they had no choice but to lay a bunch of men off”
“Construction is not the only thing I do. I guess I am also your everyday run of the mill handyman and I can do a little bit of everything”
“Well Mr. Handyman, may I have a way of contacting you if I am ever in need of your assistance”
I pulled my wallet out and removed one of my cards and handed it to her.
“That has all my contacts on there and if you don’t get me, leave a message and I will call you back as soon as I can”
“Well, thank you for keeping me company and having lunch with me today. I hate to run, but I have a few more stops to make today. Maybe we can do lunch again sometime soon”
“Sounds great, have a great day. It was nice seeing you again”
She smiled and looked back as she waved goodbye and made her way back to her car.
After I left the sub shop I decided to go back to the house, change clothes and go for a run over to the community center to work out for a while.
I got to the gym, signed in and hit the weights. I worked out for about two hours and then took my time walking back to the house. Why hurry, I thought to myself. I have no other place to be.
As I got back to the house I walked in throwing my sweaty shirt in the dirty clothes pile and walked into the kitchen. I noticed that I had a message on my answering machine. I grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and walked over to the counter and pressed play on the machine.
“Hi Lee, its Jenn. I just got in and I was about to take a shower and noticed that there was no water pressure. Could you please swing by and take a look at my plumbing? That is if you don’t mind. Give me a call and I will give you directions to my house. Bye”
“Hell no I don’t mind”, I said to myself as I stripped my clothes off and ran down the hall to the bathroom to take a quick shower.
I hurried and got dressed. As I made my way out the front door and down to my truck, I got a call from Jenn.
“Hello”
“Hi, it’s Jenn”
“Hey there, I was just about to give you a call and see if you still needed me to drop by”
“I sure do, I really appreciate you doing this for me. I didn’t ruin and plans for you did I”
“Nope, you sure didn’t. It’s no problem at all”
She gave me the directions to her house.
“I will be there shortly”
I drove fairly quick through town following her directions and after about a ten minute drive I arrived at a really nice gated community just outside of town. I drove around for about two minutes before I came up on a nice single story brick home where she had her car parked out front.
I pulled into the drive and shut off the engine. As I stepped out of the truck and walked up the sidewalk to the front door, I noticed the door was cracked open just a small bit. I knocked as I opened the door just a bit more and called inside.
“Hello”
“Hey, I am in the kitchen. Come on in and make yourself at home”
I walked inside and closed the door behind me. As I walked down the short hall and into the living room I saw something I never expected to see.
Jenn was standing in the kitchen wearing only a small green towel that barely covered half of her lovely round ass.
“Wow, sorry Jenn. I had no clue you weren’t decent”
“No worries, I usually walk around with even less. I figured since you were coming over a towel would do. After all, I was about to get in the shower”
“Right, about that. Where do your main water lines come into the house? Do you have a basement”
“Sure do, right this way”
I could not help but to watch her adorable ass sway as she walked us to the basement door and down the stairs.
“You sure have a nice house Jenn. Do you enjoy living in this neighborhood”
“Yea I do, it is really nice and quiet here. Plus we have our own private security here which is really nice”
As we made our way to the main part of the basement I noticed water in the floor and then I saw the source of where it was coming from.
“Looks like the line going to you kitchen is leaking and that’s the reason you don’t have good pressure. I will get this fixed up fairly quick with no problems”
I turned the main water line off and got right to work.
It took me a good thirty minutes to fix the water line and as I was packing my things I heard Jenn coming back down the stairs.
“Lee, are you about done”
“I sure am, I was just cleaning up a little and packing my things up to come back up”
As I turned, I noticed she was still wearing the green towel.
“I was wondering if you would like to stay for dinner. I was going to make some spaghetti and I always end up making too much”
“Yea, that would be great”.
We made our way back up the stairs and once again, I could not keep my eyes off her bare ass as she climbed to the top.
“I will be right back Jenn. I am going to run my things to my truck”
“Ok, the door will be open”
I walked down the sidewalk and up to my truck. I put my tools and things in the bed of the truck. I opened up the driver side door and took my shirt off and took the clean shirt from the passenger side and put it on.
I made my way back to the house and as I walked inside I could already smell the sauce simmering on the stove.
“That sure does smell good Jenn. I can only image how good it’s going taste”
“I hope you’re hungry, I am making enough to feed a small army”
“Would you like a glass of wine”, she asked as she popped the cork from the bottle.
“Sure, that would be great”
She then poured two generous sized glasses and then handed one to me. As I took the glass in hand, she raised her glass.
“Here’s to you Mr. Handyman”
“Cheers”, we both announced at the same time and both took a drink from our glass.
“Thanks again for coming over and fixing my water line. It is kind of nice to have someone that I can call on to help me out when I need it”
“It was my pleasure. All you have to do is call”
“Oh good, the sauce is done. Lets eat”
We made our plates from the stove and made our way over to the table and took a seat. As we sat there eating we made small talk about what we did for the rest of the day to pass the time.
“So, why does a woman as beautiful as you not have a boyfriend”
“Well, I just recently got out of a serious long term relationship about two months ago. We were high school sweethearts. I guess he got tired of me and I caught him in bed with another girl that we went to school with”
“I am better than that and I deserve better than that, so I sent him on his way and moved on with my life”
“Good for you Jenn. I am glad to hear that you have the will power to move on and not accept anything less than what you absolutely deserve”.
Through dinner and all the small talk, we managed to kill that entire bottle of wine. We cleaned up the dishes and decided that we would be more comfortable in the living room. We sat down on the couch and she flipped on the television. We sat and talked for about five minutes and what happened next took me totally by surprise.
Jenn reached over and took my head and pulled it to her as she closed her eyes and then our lips met. I took my right hand and brought it up to her face and held her softly as we embraced in an awesome kiss.
Jenn then broke from the kiss and sat back against the soft leather couch.
“Ever since you answered the door wearing just your towel this morning, I have not stopped thinking about you. Then when I saw you again at the restraunt, it made me want you even more”
“I too have a confession to make Jenn. Ever since I received your message on my machine, I have fantasized about all the things I would love to do to you if I was ever given the chance”
“So what exactly did you have in mind Mr. Lee”
“Well, let’s start by getting you out of this towel and into something a little more comfortable”
“I think I like the sound of that you dirty little boy”
I took Jenn by the hand and had her stand and move over in front of me as I stayed seated on the edge of the couch. As she stood in front of me I moved my hands around behind her and placed them firmly on each of her ass cheeks and pulled her closer to me.
She looked down at me with those gorgeous green eyes and had a sexy little grin across her flawless face. I moved my hands to the top of her towel and pulled as it came loose and fell to the floor.
“My god, you have that sexiest fucking body I have ever had the pleasure of laying eyes on”
She had the tightest stomach and the most gorgeous breasts that sat so high and firm. Her pussy was completely shaved and not a single hair in sight.
As she stood completely naked right there in front of me I decided to move my head closer and I began to kiss her sexy firm stomach as I caressed her soft back.
As I was enjoying her lovely stomach I felt her hands move down and take hold of my shirt and began to pull to remove it. I took the hint and stood to make it a little easier on her. As I finished removing my shirt she moved down to her knees and started unbuckling my belt and undoing my jeans.
I threw my shirt in the floor over by her towel as she slowly started sliding my pants, along with my boxers to the floor. By this point, my cock was already beginning to wake up and as my boxers passed over it, it popped out and continued to grow.
“Oh my dear lord, you have the thickest cock I have ever seen. This is going to be a great night baby; I am going to make sure of that”
I stepped out of my pants and boxers and she threw them to the side and before I could say or do anything, Jenn had my growing cock in her mouth.
“So much for taking things slow huh”
She sucked my cock to its full length and the proceeded to let me know that before this night was over, I will have had my gorgeous fat cock in every single hole her body has to offer.
I pulled my cock out of her mouth and she made a loud popping sound as it left her grasp. I took her by the top of her head and slapped the side of her face with my cock. I then took a hold of my cock and raised it up.
“Suck on my big balls you little slut. Roll them around in your mouth and get them good and wet”
After she sucked my balls for about five minutes she let them fall from her mouth and I proceeded sit her down on the couch pulling her hips to the edge. I then moved between her silky smooth legs and slowly spread them apart allowing me an uninterrupted view of her beautiful hairless pussy.
I inched my head forward closer to her snatch and I could smell her lovely aroma. In just a matter of seconds I had my hungry mouth surrounding her shaved pussy and wasted no time sinking my tongue as deep as I could, savoring the great taste of her sweet juices.
“Oh my god Jenn, you taste so good. It looks like it good and wet and ready to be fucked”
I moved my right hand up to her hot, wet pussy and slowly stroked a couple fingers up and down her slit. As I got her a little worked up I decided to go ahead and slowly insert two of my fingers and gently caress the inside of her sweet cunt.
“Are you enjoying this Jenn? I love eating me some sweet, young pussy”
“Oh my god Lee, your fingers feel so good inside of me”
“Please Lee; I want that big cock in me. I want to feel you deep in my tight pink cunt”
“All in good time babe. Lay there and enjoy yourself. You will get plenty of this cock through out the night”
With that, I continued slipping my slippery wet fingers in and out of her dripping wet pussy as I sucked and licked on her rock hard clit.
I withdrew my fingers from her lovely cunt and took a firm hold on her tiny hips and pulled her closer to the edge and placed her feet on the edge also, exposing her pink puckered asshole.
“Good thing you are good and limber babe, otherwise this position would not be working out so well. This is what I have been wanting and craving since I had the pleasure of meeting you this morning. I am going to lick and suck on this pretty pink asshole, getting it good and ready so I can pound that ass like there is no tomorrow”
She took a hold of her legs and held them up as I let my hands free and moved them down to her lovely ass cheeks and spread them apart, giving me a better view of her little hole. I held her cheeks wide and then dove in, sinking my tongue as deep into her tight little asshole as I possibly could. I licked, sucked, and probed her yummy asshole with my tongue for a good ten minutes before easing my assault and raising up to speak.
“You ready for some cock babe”
“Hell yea I am big boy. Give it to me good and hard”
“I have an idea Jenn; let’s go to your bedroom so we can have a little more room”
“Follow me sexy”, she said with a naughty little grin.
As we got just outside her bedroom, I picked her up in my arms and carried her inside and over to the bed and laid her down softly. I then walked around to the other side of the bed and climbed up next to her. As I got up closer to her I leaned down and gave her a long forceful kiss. Our tongues were entangled and we were both rubbing one another.
Pulling back, I slowly made my way down the bed to her knees, kissing a line down her body as I go, moving from her throat, down between her breasts and over her stomach to just above her perfectly shaved pussy.
I moved my hands around behind her and under the small of her back letting my hands slide over the soft skin of her beautiful ass cheeks until I am cupping each one in my hands with a firm grip.
I moved my hands slowly around her hips toward her beautiful cunt and reaching down; I cupped her pussy in my hand and applied slight pressure with a couple fingers which caused her to stir. Moving further down the bed caused her legs to open wider, allowing access to my wanting fingers. My fingers were now resting on her protruding wet pussy lips that covered her clit. I pressed and massaged them all while reaching down below her cunt with my free hand and took a hold of my cock. I could feel the heat radiating from her insides as I adjusted myself and placed my cock between her legs and let it go. It fell and slapped lightly between her legs, the head was touching her slippery wet lips. My fingers continue massaging her wet pussy lips and mound. Not penetrating yet, only stimulating her more with my skillful touch.
I moved my other hand back up to her breast and pinched her nipple gently as I continued teasing her sexy wet pussy. My massaging and teasing had her squirming now; she wanted more, but not yet. I slowly pulled my cock from between her legs, and away from her dripping pussy. I then positioned my cock at the top of her slit and let it slide down and through the crack of her ass until it was lying flat against her.
“Please Lee”, she begged. “Please stop this terrible torture and give me that beautiful thick cock, I need it so bad”
I slowly moved her legs up so that they were raised up and spread apart resting on my shoulders. Watching her expressions, I moved my hips forward until the tip of my cock was touching the lips of her wet cunt. I stopped and help my position until she began moving her hips, trying her best to get it inside her. I gave her a wicked grin and let her legs slide down off my shoulders, to rest on my thighs. Reaching down with one hand, I move the head of my throbbing cock up and down her slit. Sliding it from her tight little asshole to her clit and back again, stopping at her eager pussy to tease it. I gave slight push forward spreading her lips just part of the way open, but never slipping inside.
I finally decided to give in as I placed the tip of my cock at the opening of her dripping wet cunt and leaned forward over her and placed my hands next to her shoulders. I looked down at her and noticed that her eyes were almost closed and she was biting her lower lip in anticipation. I pushed my cock forward and moved slowly inside her wet pussy; watching the best I could as my cock stretched her tight little pussy lips. I paused for just a second with only my head inside her. I moved it in and out a little before I gave a push forward and slipped a little further into her wet hole. She wiggled her hips letting me know that she wanted more; I withdrew it slowly until my cockhead was once again resting against her pussy lips.
“Someone getting a little anxious here I see”, I announced
My god she looked so sexy lying there practically begging for my cock.
So I pushed slowly until just the head plus an inch of my throbbing hard cock was inside her dripping wet cunt. I then proceeded to pull out before moving back inside her completely covering my cock with her sweet pussy juices. I began to hear her moans and her pelvis and hips began jerking and straining as she was trying to get more of my hard cock inside her.
“Oh my god Lee, that feels so good. Please don’t stop”
I leaned my head down and gave her a long passionate kiss, allowing her the chance to taste her lovely juices from my lips. I noticed the moans deep in her throat. Then, with one long, slow, thrust, I sunk my hard throbbing cock deep into the tight wet cunt. I pulled back out so that just the head was inside her and then drove right back into her depths. Sometimes, I would pull all the way out teasing her for a second, before I would drive it right back into the depths of her cunt with powerful strokes; on occasion I would stop for a moment and hold my cock deep inside her.
After a second or so, I started grinding my hips in small circles. I buried my cock deep into her cunt, allowing my pubic bone to rub up against her protruding clit that was swollen and extended because of the height of her arousal.
“Oh my god Lee, I am about to cum! Please don’t stop, please don’t stop, please don’t stop. OHHHHH FFFFUUUUCCCKKKK YYYEEESSS, OH MY GOD THAT IS AMAZING”
I buried my cock once again as deep inside her as I possibly could and massaged her rock hard clit with my thumb sending wave after wave of powerful orgasms through her tiny framed body. She was jerking and arching her back as each powerful wave passed over her. I felt her tight pussy clamp down on my cock and I thought I was going to loose myself deep inside her amazing pussy.
As I removed my still hard cock from her swollen pussy I instructed her to catch her breath and to get up onto her knees. I noticed that she was still extremely weak from the wave of orgasms so I gave her a hand in repositioning.
“Oh yea, that’s what I’m talking about”
I took my hands and spread apart her firm round ass cheeks to expose her tight little asshole. As I held her cheeks apart, I moved my head down and began to lick and suck on her yummy little rosebud. She tasted so amazing and I thought to myself, this is only going to get better.
“Eat my little ass you dirty man whore; I want to feel your big wet tongue deep in my tight little asshole”
What got into Jenn, I thought to myself. Then on second thought; why do I care?
I moved my index finger of my right hand over to her puckered asshole and proceeded to slowly apply pressure. As I got my finger into her ass up to my first knuckle, I felt her tighten up so I stopped long enough for her to get acquainted to the size of my finger. Once I felt her relax, I proceeded to slowly push the rest of my finger deep into her bowels. As she got used to my finger I slowly started stroking my finger in and out of her lovely ass very slowly to get her as ready as I can. I then inserted two fingers and started stroking slowly at first and then started picking up the pace, moving my fingers around inside stretching her bowl to assist in getting it ready for my thick cock.
“Hey Lee, I think I am ready for that cock of yours to stretch my tight little rosebud”
“I sure hope you are ready, because I am about to give you what you want”
“Bring it on big boy”, she said as she looked back over her shoulder with a wicked little grin across her adorable round face.
So I removed my fingers from her little asshole and made my way over to her bedside cabinet and retrieved a bottle of lube from the top drawer. I gave her little asshole one last lick and then applied a generous amount of lube on her slightly gapping hole to help with getting my hard dick in there with no problems. I straightened up my back and lined my still hard cock up with her pussy. I then buried it up to the hilt and then pulled out with it covered with her slick pussy juices. Then I aimed my fat mushroom head at the entrance of her tight hole and slowly pushed just the head inside her. I heard a small cry escape from between her lips, so I stopped and let her get used to my size. I took the bottle of lube and squirt some right onto my cock and spread it around, with what was left on my hand I rubbed around her stretched out asshole.
“Lee, I have never had such a big dick in my ass before, thank you for taking things slow and being so considerate”
After hearing her say that to me, I resumed slowly easing myself deeper into her lovely bowels; stopping every little bit to give her the chance to get used to my size again. The magnificent sight of my cock buried in her ass is a sight that cannot be described with words. The way it stretches to accommodate for my size.
“Holy shit Lee that feels amazing, burry the rest of that fat cock deep inside me”
I love it when she encourages me and pushes me until she gets what she wants. I had a massive grin all the way across my face just before I shoved the remaining four or five inches of my cock deep in her tight round ass.
“HOLY SHIT THAT FEELS SO FUCKING GOOD”, Pound my ass baby, I want you to pound my ass long and hard. I want to feel you explode deep in my bowels”
I took a firm grip on her tiny hips and began thrusting my hard cock vigorously deep into her tight little bubble ass with long hard strokes. As my cock was completely engulfed in her ass my balls would swing forward slapping her still sensitive pussy and clit.
“Oh fuck Lee, I am about to cum, don’t let up, fuck me harder, please. Harder, harder, harder. OH FFFFUUUUCCCCKKKK YYYYEEEESSSS! OH OH OH OOOOOH FFFUUUCCCKKK YYYEEESSS”
Just as her second orgasm hit, so did mine and I buried my cock as deep in her ass as I possibly could and exploded as stream after stream of hot thick cum emptied deep inside her abused bowels.
I pulled my semi hard cock out of her ass and as soon as it was out, she was turned around and had it deep in her throat sucking the remaining cum off and savoring the flavor of her ass.
“Hey Lee, you wanna know something”
“Sure gorgeous, what is it?”
“I used to be a guy”, she announced with a grin and gave me a little wink.

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The Mummy

“Death doesn’t exist. It never did, it never will. All it is, is a stopped watch, a loss, an end, a darkness. Everything that happens before Death is what counts.”
-Ray Bradbury, “Something Wicked This Way Comes”
***
It was late, and everyone else had gone home. There was no one to keep Sharon company. No one but the dead.
Sometimes, when she was alone in the museum like this, she thought of the collection as something she could hear. Most of the artifacts were made to be vessels for some ancient god or spirit, after all, so the building should be crawling with the sounds of old ghosts and gods. If she listened carefully enough, would she hear the ancient pharaohs and priests touching the possessions they were buried with, or caressing the outlines of their own mummified bodies? Would she hear them ask what became of their sacred tombs? Would she hear their prayers?
She took her glasses off and pinched the brow of her nose. God, I’ve been working here too long, she thought. She drank her cold coffee and looked around the cluttered office. I should go home. It’s too late to be here. Too late to be surrounded by all these dead people and their dead things.
It wasn’t that she didn’t love the collection. Bigger museums had offered her jobs with better money and more prestige, but she always turned them down. She stayed at the Rosicrucian because she wanted to be with the collection. The collection was what her life was all about. But on nights like this, alone, in the dark, it was too easy to think of the building as her own tomb, too. She felt like one of the slaves buried with the old kings, tending the dead forever.
Someone knocked on her office door. She jumped. “Dr. Hiller?” said a voice on the other side. She groaned; Marcus. She’d forgotten he was still in the building.
“Come in,” she said. He looked slightly sheepish standing in her doorway. He always did.
“I finished in D-Gallery like you asked.” He looked at the floor rather than at her, idly clicking the box cutter he used to remove the wire from the shipping crates open and closed. She always told him he’d lose a finger if he kept doing that.
“Good,” she said, moving papers around her desk in a meaningless way.
“Is there anything else?” he said.
She thought. “Inventory the new artifacts for A-Gallery one more time. Then you can go. Make sure everything is in the right place. But don’t touch anything this time.” She still hadn’t looked at him. Maybe if she didn’t look at him he wouldn’t ask. He made it as far as the door before turning around. Damn, she thought.
“Dr. Hiller, I was wondering—”
“No,” she said.
He blinked. “I didn’t even finish?”
“Would I like to join you for a drink after work? That’s what you were going to ask, right?”
“Well, my friend is opening a new bar in San Francisco tonight and I thought we could drive up.”
“It’s late.”
“We can still make the after-party.”
She sighed. “You’re my assistant, and it’s not appropriate for us to date.”
“One drink?”
“Is one too many. Go do inventory. Now.”
He shut the door very quietly behind him. Sharon pinched the bridge of her nose again. A headache was coming on. Where was the rest of that coffee?
She was in the middle of pouring and wondering whether falling asleep at your desk this many times per week was a warning sign of something or other when she heard Marcus screaming. She took the time to place the full coffee cup on her desk without spilling a drop before running out.
She took the stairs to A-Gallery two at a time and, out of habit, inventoried the room with a sweep of her eyes as she entered: the sarcophagus of Lady Mesehti straight ahead, the entrance to the replica tomb to the right, the collection of canopic jars and mummified animals against the near wall, and against the back wall the new relics from the tomb of Usermontu, vizier to Horemheb. Marcus was standing next to Usermontu’s sarcophagus; the display case was open, and was the lid off. “Marcus! What the fuck are you doing?” she said.
He looked up. “There’s something in here! There’s something in—oh my God, did you just swear? I’ve never heard you—”
She grabbed him by the wrist and pulled him away from the display. He nearly fell over.
“WHAT are you doing? Did you open the sarcophagus? After I specifically told you not to touch anything you just go and put your hands on our brand-new, incredibly old, incredibly valuable, INCREDIBLY fragile—”
“I thought I heard something moving in there. I was afraid a rat might have gotten in and damaged it, so I peeked.”
“You should have gotten me,” said Sharon. She felt her face go red and realized she was clenching her hands into fists. “Marcus, you have really crossed the line this time. I can’t continue to allow you to—”
“There’s a mummy,” he said.
She stopped. “What?”
“In the coffin. There’s a mummy in there.”
She blinked, then shook her head. “No there’s not.”
He nodded. “Yes, there is, I just saw it, I was looking right at it. Hell, it was looking right at me. See for yourself.”
Sharon went to the display. “This is just Usermontu’s sarcophagus, Marcus, Usermontu isn’t in it. There were no remains when—”
She looked inside and screamed. She put a hand to her chest and stepped back.
“I told you,” said Marcus.
“Shut up,” said Sharon.
She stepped up to the display again. The mummy lay with its arms folded over its chest, held tilted up and chin angled down. Its skin was black with bitumen, and there were no wrappings on it except for a few stray scraps of linen. Sharon exhaled in a rush.
“Well?” said Marcus.
“Well what?”
“Is it real?”
“I don’t know. Go to my office and find the number for the seller.”
“Why?”
“Oh, no reason, I just thought that the man who sold us this artifact would want to know that he mislaid a three-thousand-year-old dead body. Nothing major.”
Marcus checked his watch. “It’s a three-hour time difference?”
“People wake up for this kind of thing.”
She examined the mummy while Marcus was gone. It was in excellent condition, especially considering it had been unwrapped; it still had fingernails, and eyelids, and what looked like a few hairs on its scalp. The mouth was slightly open and the dried, flat stump of a tongue peeked out. One of its kneecaps was gone, but other than that it looked intact. It was an incredible find; but where the hell had it come from?
There was no answer when she called the seller. She left a message saying that there was an urgent problem with the artifact and to please call back. She and Marcus stood over the mummy, staring at it, neither of them sure what to say. Marcus brought a heavy flashlight from her office and she shone it over the body. “For the record,” she said after a moment, “I haven’t forgotten that you touched the display.”
“Got it,” said Marcus.
“I may still get you fired. I haven’t decided yet.”
“Got it,” he said again. “So what’s the deal? Did the other museum seriously not know they had a mummy in this thing?”
“This didn’t come from a museum, it was a private collection. And yes, I would guess that they never knew. Very likely they never opened it. But that still doesn’t explain how it got in there.”
Marcus circled it. “Maybe it’s Usermontu?”
“Couldn’t be,” said Sharon, “they’d have checked when they recovered the coffin. Someone that prominent doesn’t just sit in a box for all these years without anyone finding him. Someone must have had a stray mummy to stash at some point and just…stuck it in here. And this style looks all wrong for a Rammeside-era embalming anyway. I mean, that’s just a preliminary guess, but look at the quality of the—”
Marcus jumped back. “Jesus!”
Sharon looked up. “What?”
“It moved!”
She frowned. “Don’t be silly.”
“I just saw its hand move, look!” Marcus pointed. He’d gone pale and his voice was trembling.
“It was a trick of the light,” said Sharon.
“But I heard something move in the sarcophagus before I opened it, and now it just did it again. I’m telling you, I know what I saw!”
Sharon sighed and looked up. “Look, ignoring the very obvious fact that he’s dead, his body would crumble to dust if there was so much as the slightest — ”
She stopped. Something was touching her wrist. It felt leathery and dry. She tried to talk but her voice cracked. She swallowed hard and tried again. “Marcus?” she said.
He whimpered.
“Marcus, tell me what’s touching my hand.”
“Why don’t you look?” His eyes were wide as two hard-boiled eggs.
“Because I don’t want to look,” Sharon said. Her voice shook. Whatever it was, it squeezed her wrist harder. Marcus was hyperventilating. Sharon’s blood froze. I don’t want to look, she thought. I don’t want to look.
But she looked anyway.
***
When she woke up, Sharon was lying at the feet of Osiris.
He wore the feathered crown, and he held the crook and the flail as he looked down at her with a blank, inscrutable expression. The walls were rough stone, and the light was dim and yellow. I’m in the tomb replica, she realized. Look, there are the pillars, and there’s the spirit door, and there’s where three of the lights are burnt out and make a tripping hazard on the stairs.
She rolled over and felt two hands support her under her arms, pulling her to her feet. When she turned Marcus was there, smiling with just the corners of his mouth. Sharon put a hand to her head. She had the mother of all migraines. She tried to blink away the grogginess. “What happened?” she said.
“You fainted,” said Marcus. He had not taken his hands off of her yet, and she did not think to tell him to.
“Where are—? Why are we in here?”
“We’re hiding,” said Marcus. He smirked more, as if trying very hard not to laugh at a private joke.
“From what?” said Sharon, though she already knew the answer.
“It got up,” said Marcus. “It’s out there walking around right now. It looks lost, actually.”
“That’s insane,” said Sharon. She took a half step back, out of his arms.
“Maybe,” said Marcus. “But it still happened. You saw it. Well, you saw it move, anyway, just like I said, and then it touched you, and then—”
“Shut up,” said Sharon, her voice loud in the confines of the plaster tomb. Marcus stared at her, eyes blank. “It didn’t happen,” she said, quieter. “It didn’t.”
“Then why did you faint?”
“Stress. Lack of sleep. Overwork. Sexual frustration.” She frowned. She hadn’t meant to say that last part out loud.
“If you say so,” said Marcus.
Sharon put a hand to her head. “Marcus, why would we come in here to hide anyway?”
“I thought maybe it would be afraid, you know, to come into a tomb that isn’t its own.” He shrugged. “Sounds crazy, but it’s that kind of night. It didn’t follow us, anyway.” His voice sounded strange, like he didn’t know what emphasis to put on each word.
“How long was I out?” said Sharon.
“Just a few minutes.”
She shifted against him, realizing that he had closed the distance between them and once more had his arms around her waist. “Let me go please,” she said.
“Why?”
She looked at him. “Because I asked you to.”
“But that’s not what you want.”
He backed her against the wall. The uneven plaster rubbed through her blouse.
“What the hell are you doing?” she said.
“What you want me to.” He reached for the buttons on her blouse. “I know you’ll never make a move on your own, so just let me do the hard part. Pretend you said no, if it makes you feel better.”
“That kind of talk can land you in prison,” she said.
“But will it?” he said, popping a button. Sharon slapped him so hard that it hurt her wrist. He backed away, pressing a hand to his face.
“Jesus!” he said. “Okay, fine, you don’t have to take it that far. I was just playing around.”
She balled up a fist to hit him, but then checked herself. “Playing around?”
He shrugged. “I thought you liked it that way,” he said, affecting casualness.
She began hyperventilating. “You…arrogant, selfish, presumptuous, stupid, unfeeling—!”
He burst into laughter. She’d never heard him laugh that way. He sounded like he’d lost his mind. Maybe he has, she realized. He did tell her that the mummy got up and walked away, after all.
The mummy!
“Come on,” she said, “quit fooling around, we need to go check on the condition of that artifact and—”
“Sharon, don’t go out there,” said Marcus, giggling under his breath but more or less regaining his composure. “I really think it’s dangerous.”
She paused at the entrance. The gallery outside was dark, but she could see that the mummy was no longer in its sarcophagus. Had Marcus moved it? He came up behind her, whispering in her ear. “Come on Sharon. Forget that dead thing for a second. I’m alive, and I’m right here.”
“You must be drunk. Or insane. I’ve never heard you talk like this.” She didn’t turn around.
“Not even in your dreams?”
“Stop it.” He was massaging her shoulders. It felt good.
“I’m sorry about a second ago,” he said. “I really thought that was how you liked it, but you know I wouldn’t try to hurt you. I was an ass. Let me make it up to you.”
He kissed the side of her neck. She shivered. “We have to call the owners,” she said. “And try to call the buyer again, and—”
“Later,” he said. “It’ll keep. The damn thing will still be dead when we’re done.” His arms wrapped around her, and his hands glanced the underside of her breasts. He kissed her neck again, and something inside of her snapped. He cupped her breasts through her blouse and she turned, looking up at him. And then she grabbed him by the hair, pulling his mouth to hers. Hell with it, she thought, odds are we’re both going to lose our jobs tomorrow anyway. Why not make a move while I still can?
She kissed him hard while pushing on his chest, backing him against the wall. She pinned his shoulders and kissed him again, their tongues tangling as she ground into him, feeling the line of their bodies mesh.
He seemed flustered and out of breath. His touch was insistent, but clumsy, and his kiss uncertain; it reminded her of middle school make-out sessions. Was Marcus really this inexperienced? Sharon took his wrists, guiding them, showing him how to take his time. His hands ran up and down her back as she pulled open the buttons of her blouse and threw it down. She tore his shirt off, and their naked skin touched, sending an electric current through her.
Marcus came up for air and looked at her with a strange expression. “Where’d that come from?” he said.
“What do you mean?” She was nibbling his neck.
“You’re pretty aggressive for someone who was saying no a few minutes ago.”
“Shut up,” she said again, taking hold of his wrists and pulling him down with her as she lay on her back. The plaster floor of the tomb was uneven and her bare back chafed. She spent a few clumsy seconds unhooking her bra, then pressed Marcus’ face to her bare breasts; he seemed tentative at first, but after a moment he sucked one of her nipples into his mouth, catching it between his teeth so that she cried out in sudden pain, then soothing it with the flicking of his tongue.
Sharon looked up at the low ceiling tinged yellow by the dim emergency lights, putting her hands over her head to give Marcus free range. What the hell am I doing, she thought? Well, really, she knew perfectly well what she was doing, and knew that really it had only been a matter of time, but why now? And why like this? The tomb felt tight and claustrophobic. She imagined being buried alive in here, trapped forever, and then pushed the thought away.
She loosened her belt and wriggled out of her pants, pushing them down her hips and wincing a little as the floor scraped the backs of her thighs. Her panties came down easily, and she put Marcus’ hand between her legs. He had a far-off look, but now the reluctance and confusion he’d shown just a few minutes before melted away. He stroked the length of her with two fingertips, teasing her outer lips and the delicate flesh that parted them. She sucked a breath between her teeth.
He leaned in and bit the side of her neck, once, as the tip of one finger pushed into her for a just a second before retreating. She moaned, squirming, and ran her fingernails down his bare shoulders. “More,” she said.
He smirked. “What’s the magic word?”
She dug her nails into his back harder, and he cried out. “Now,” she said.
He pushed one finger all the way in and she parted for him, growing wet and hot at the invasion. She groaned deep, clawing him again to signal that she wanted more. A second finger joined the first, and they began to move inside of her, pumping in and out with a quick, driving motion. Her body lit up. Sharon let her head loll to one side, eyes rolled back as Marcus’ other fingers glanced against her clit. Now she couldn’t think, and she preferred it that way; don’t think about your job, don’t think about your future, don’t even think about the man you’re with, just feel what’s happening right this moment and that’s it.
Marcus turned his wrist over halfway and Sharon bit her lip, held it for a second, and then gave in, screaming, “Ohhh my God, you fucking bastard!” Marcus stopped, as if unsure, so she wrapped her legs around him and kicked the back of his calves with her heels, spurring him. He turned his wrist back the other way, twisting his fingers inside of her, and she felt herself drench him.
The inside of her grew tighter and hotter. She put her hands over her mouth, groaning through her fingers “That’s it you fucking bastard, fuck me.” He looked startled. She pulled his head in again.
“Come on Marcus,” she said, “don’t you want to talk dirty to me?”
“I…don’t know—” he said.
“Don’t you want to call me a filthy tramp?” she said.
He licked his lips. “Yes,” he said, though he sounded uncertain.
“What about a dirty whore?” she said. He had not stopped pushing his fingers up inside of her.
“Yes,” he said, more assured. She whimpered.
“Do you want to call me a cock-hungry slut?”
“Yes,” he said, and bit her lip.
“Then fuck me,” Sharon said. “Fuck me like a little slut. Fuck me. Fuck me.”
Marcus took some time getting his pants down, and when he finally did he just stared at his cock, seemingly dumbfounded. What is wrong with him, she thought? He was acting like a man with a concussion, and it occurred to her that he really might not be in his right mind, that she might somehow be taking advantage of him. But before she could have any more second thoughts, he gripped himself by the base and pushed between her legs, finding the slippery wet entrance to her sex and slipping inside.
His entry was clumsy and she winced, briefly pained. His eyes widened and his face flushed, and he looked like a schoolboy seeing his first pair of breasts. This is getting embarrassing, she thought. But after a few more awkward minutes, Marcus eased into a hard, persistent rhythm that rocked her back and forth against the floor. She felt her shoulders bruise and knew her back would be killing her the next day, but she encouraged him anyway, continuing to give him little kicks with her heels to indicate when he should speed up. She had him going faster and faster, gradually increasing his pace. In the soft yellow light she saw beads of sweat standing out on his naked skin.
Sharon felt the pulsing length sliding in and out. She felt it pushing the ache inside of her up and out, rising and rising until it spilled out of her mouth in a stream of moans and obscenities: “That’s it you fucking little shit, fuck me like the nasty little cunt whore that I am.” Marcus looked shocked again, but she didn’t stop talking: “Put me down on the ground and spread my legs and treat me like I deserve. Keep doing it just like that; make me your filthy little fuck slave, Marcus.”
Marcus tensed and she watched his body quaver. It seemed the dirty talk was too much stimulation for him, as she felt a hot squirt inside of her. “That’s it,” she said, whispering, her mouth right next to his, “fill me up. Fill me all up, Marcus.” Marcus shuddered and writhed, and she bucked with her hips, pushing up against him, drawing him close, holding him while his muscled flexed and contorted and he pumped into her again and again. She felt burning hot inside, and then a sudden, cold empty feeling as he finished, sliding out, sitting back and appearing stunned. She laid there, waiting for her heart to stop racing. She rolled over to look at the wall. A blush spread over her cheeks. Marcus said nothing. When her voice came to her she said, “I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me. I…wasn’t myself.”
“You weren’t yourself?” said Marcus. Then, his voice rising: “You weren’t yourself?” And he began to laugh hysterically again. Sharon’s face burned. She stood, turning her back to him, collecting her clothes. She dressed in silence while he laughed. She wanted to hit him again. Instead she took several deep breaths and sorted out what to say next.
“Marcus—” she said.
He interrupted “That wasn’t at all what I expected,” he said.
She stopped, took another deep breath, and began again: “Marcus, what just happened was a mistake. In fact, a lot of things that happened tonight were mistakes.”
He leaned against the tomb wall, eyes half closed. It was hard to say if he was listening. She plowed on.
“Since it’s at least partly my fault, I won’t cause any trouble for you, but I don’t think it’s appropriate that we work together anymore. I’ll have you moved to someone else’s project tomorrow. For tonight, let’s just get all of this mess sorted out.”
She crossed her arms and waited. He didn’t say anything. Eventually she said:
“Well?”
“Well what?”
“Where is the mummy? How did you move it?”
He grinned. “I told you, it went for a walk all on its own.”
She sighed. “We don’t have time for this.”
He shrugged. “If you don’t believe me, just turn around.”
“Marcus, this is not funny.”
“No,” he said, “it’s not.” And he turned her around. It standing at the tomb entrance, staring with empty eyes, reluctant to cross the threshold. There was a sound like dry leaves rustling and old timbers creaking as the mummy swayed, obviously pained to hold itself up. But it stood. And it moved.
“There we are,” said Marcus. His voice sounded strange again, as though he were faking some kind of accent. “Satisfied? No, don’t faint again, we don’t have time. You,” he pointed at the mummy, “go back out to the gallery please, and wait for us. Sharon and I have a few things to discuss.”
The dead thing moved slowly but eventually it teetered out toward the gallery proper. The rustling of its dried flesh was audible the entire time.
Sharon swooned and Marcus caught her. She buried her face against his chest and sobbed once or twice.”There now, it’s okay,” he said.
“It’s — it’s alive!” she said.
“Not really,” said Marcus.
Sharon shuddered all over. “But it moved! It got up and, and—” she fumbled for words.
“It’s animated by what they call the akh, something like a ghost. A ritually preserved body is a vessel that the akh can hide in. That’s how the old priests used to explain it, anyway.
“Of course, the akh can leave too. The akh hidden in a mummy can, for example, enter the body of a living person instead. Yes, it can do that, if it’s had thousands of years to plan such things.”
His voice became brittle. Sharon froze in place, her heart beating faster and faster. “What are you talking about?” she said.
“Just some fascinating tidbits for your research,” he said, holding her tighter, constricting her so that she couldn’t move.
“Marcus,” she said, “what the hell are you doing?”
“Marcus?” he said, eyes lighting up. “No. I have rather enjoyed being Marcus for a few hours though. I suspect I got more out of it than he ever dd.”
Sharon pulled away, but Marcus (not Marcus, she realized, panicking) had too firm a grip. She was stronger than him, she knew, but he had leverage, height, and surprise in his favor. She tried to slap him again but her arms were pinned.
“Now, now,” he said, talking as though to a child, “there’s no point in trying to hurt me. This isn’t even my body, so I don’t care what happens to it, but Marcus probably does. If you want to help him, then the first thing you’ll have to do is behave.” He raised an eyebrow. She stopped struggling. “If I let you go,” he said, “do you promise not to run?”
Sharon gritted her teeth, but nodded. He let go. She backed away. He took two steps forward, arms out, but she held up a finger. “Stay right there,” she said. “Don’t come near me.”
“Well, it’s a little late for that; I’ve been very near you already. But as you will.” He sat on the plaster sarcophagus. Minutes passed in silence. Sharon wrestled panic. Every time she was about to say something she looked at him and felt sick. He remained silent, and waited.
Sharon took a deep breath and, without looking directly at him, said, “Who are you?”
“My name is Ta’Awa. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” He actually went as if to shake her hand.
She hesitated before the next question. “Are you…the mummy?”
He shrugged. “Well, that’s not strictly accurate; a mummy is not a person, it’s just a vessel for a soul. But yes, the mummy was made from my body, and I was in it for a long time. And now I’m out.” He put his hands out to the side. “Ta-da.”
Sharon shook her head. “How do you speak English?”
“The last owner of that mummy was an Englishman; I’ve listened to the language for decades. In fact, I know a lot of languages. You pick up on things, listening to people.”
“But what about Marcus? What did you do to Marcus?” Her voice went up an octave.
“Oh, not much, just traded places with him. Until I let him out. Which I will, shortly. I’m sorry about the pretense of hiding in this room, by the way; I thought a scare would help put you in the mood.”
“In the mood? Wait a minute!” said Sharon, standing up straighter. “If you’re not Marcus, then why did you—I mean we—we—!” She bit her lip.
“Ah, yes,” said Ta’Awa, looking sheepish for a moment. “I can explain that.”
Sharon waited. Ta’Awa said nothing. “So?” she said.
“Hmm?”
“Explain!”
Ta’Awa shrugged. “Look, it’s been thousands of years and I saw an opportunity, what did you want me to do?” He examined his nails. “Besides, I thought this might be my only chance to see what it was like…as a man.”
He looked up. Sharon frowned, and then his meaning dawned on her. She gaped.
“Do you mean—?”
“Surely you realized that ‘Ta’Awa’ is a feminine name?” he said.
“Oh. My. God.” Sharon had to sit down.
“God? Yes, you have a strange notion of gods these days. I was a priestess of Sekhmet for most of my life.”
“This can’t be happening.”
“I’ll admit the circumstances are a bit odd,” said Ta’Awa, “but there’s really nothing wrong with—”
Sharon turned and walked away. She heard Ta’Awa calling after her, but she ignored it, focusing on the entry to the gallery as though it were the only thing in the world. She was almost there when the skeletal figure blocked her path. At first she panicked but after thinking for a moment she stopped and said, “Marcus! Marcus, are you okay?”
The mummy’s leathery face was blank, incapable of expression. She wanted to touch him but was afraid of how fragile the body must be.
“Marcus?” she said. “Can you hear me? Marcus!”
“He can hear you,” said Ta’Awa, emerging from the tomb behind them. “But he probably has no idea what’s going on.”
Sharon backed away. Ta’Awa pointed to the mummy and said, “Go. Rest.” The mummy turned and walked back to the sarcophagus, lying down inside and becoming still. Ta’Awa stood over the case, looking at the shrunken, skeletal thing. “Strange,” she said, “to look at it and think that it was once me.”
“Look, are you going to help him or not?” said Sharon.
“Of course,” said Ta’Awa. “It was fun to try, but I have no desire to remain in Marcus’ body forever.”
“What then? What do you want?” said Sharon.
“Can’t you guess?” said Ta’Awa. “I don’t want Marcus’ body, Sharon. I want yours.”
Sharon was stunned. Half a minute passed before she managed to gasp out, “What?”
Now Ta’Awa looked surprised. “You mean you didn’t realize? There are only two bodies here, after all, and I don’t want this one.”
“But why do you need any body at all? You’re dead; you’re ancient for crying out loud, why are you doing this?” They stood on opposite sides of the display now, the mummy stretched between them.
“Because I’m awake, in a way that I haven’t been for centuries,” said Ta’Awa. “I’ve been asleep for so long. I’m tired of eternal life; I just want to live.” Her voice became thick. “You understand, don’t you? You can’t deny me that? You wouldn’t be that cruel?”
“But what will happen to me?” said Sharon.
Ta’Awa smiled, and leaned in. “Something wonderful will happen to you,” she said. “You’ll sleep for ages, but you’ll have the most divine dreams, and in your dreams you’ll learn everything that goes on around you. You’ll awaken some day, maybe in a hundred years, maybe in five hundred, maybe in thousands, and find a new world waiting for you. Doesn’t that sound incredible?”
Sharon said nothing. Ta’Awa leaned in a little more.
“Don’t you want the promise of eternity? You can have it; I don’t want it anymore. It’s yours now, Sharon, so take it. And what are you even giving up? How happy are you here? How happy have you ever been?”
Sharon’s head was spinning. She was certain that she was not in any condition to be making a decision like this. But then, when was she ever going to really be ready for a decision like this? And a chance like this, she knew, was never going to come again…
Ta’Awa slid around to the other side of the display. “I know all about you,” she said. “I know all of Marcus’ thoughts. You’re just like me, in a way; I spent my entire life tending to these same artifacts, to the bodies of the priests, to the images of the gods. It’s emptying, isn’t it? I never believed in the next world or the power of the spirits any more than you do. We just live for icons, you and I, placeholders of things that never existed.”
Sharon was afraid that if she talked she might cry, so she said nothing. Ta’Awa took her hand.
“So you have a choice, now. You can take my offer, and live the life of a goddess reborn. Or you can decide to stay here, in your office, with your dead people, with no one but naïve little Marcus to keep you—”
Marcus!
“No,” Sharon said, backing away. Ta’Awa frowned.
“Sharon—”
“I don’t trust you,” Sharon said. “And I don’t want what you’re offering me. Forget it. I just want you to…go away. However it is you do that. Bring Marcus back, and then go away. Now.”
Ta’Awa stepped forward, silhouetted under the dim late-night lights. “Then I’ll just take your body by force, the way I did Marcus.”
“But then what will you do about him?” said Sharon. “He’ll know what happened and he won’t give you any peace. You’ll have to kill him to shut him up, and so much for a clean slate in a new world if you start out as a murderer.”
“I—” said Ta’Awa, but then stopped, perplexed.
“Didn’t think this through very well, did you?” Sharon said.
Ta’Awa glared at her. Then, moving so fast that Sharon didn’t have time to react, she hit her, the back of Ta’Awa’s hand grazing Sharon’s jaw. Sharon lost her balance and fell, and before she could stand Ta’Awa was on her, leaning all of the weight of Marcus’ body on top of her. Sharon felt something press to the side of her neck and realized that it was Marcus’ box cutter. She became very still. Ta’Awa leaned on her even more, and she struggled to breathe.
“Are you going to think your way out of this?” said Ta’Awa. Sharon spit in her face. Ta’Awa pushed the blade a little closer. “You’re right, I don’t know enough about the world yet to get away with murder, but I don’t have to kill you. I can just make you wish I had. I know how to do things that won’t even leave a mark but will have you screaming until you forget your own name. You think you’re so—”
Sharon waited until Ta’Awa moved her leg just a little, and then she brought her knee right up into (Marcus’) crotch. Ta’Awa’s eyes bulged, and Sharon grabbed her by the shoulders, rolling them both until Ta’Awa was on the bottom, pinned. The box cutter slipped out of Ta’Awa’s hand and Sharon grabbed it. She pushed the point against Ta’Awa’s throat. Ta’Awa exhaled hard and groaned. “Wow,” she said, “that really does hurt…”
She looked at the blade pointed at her. “What are you planning to do with that? You know you can’t hurt me; just Marcus.”
Sharon gritted her teeth and cut the side of Ta’Awa’s neck. Ta’Awa flinched and gasped. “What the hell are you doing?” she said. “If you kill me, Marcus will be trapped forever!”
“Won’t he be anyway? Or me instead? You’re not going to let us both walk out of here, so what difference does it make? You might as well be dead if one of us is going to end up stuck no matter what.” Sharon pushed the blade in again; the wound was shallow, but it bled heavily. Ta’Awa tried to push her off, but this invited another cut, so she stopped.
“But you can’t kill anyone; you won’t get away with it!”
“I’ll take my chances. I think I can get people to sympathize a lot with how I fought off my attacker after he cornered me at work, late at night, alone, when everyone knows how many times I’ve fended off his advances. I think my odds are at least fair. What about yours?”
They froze, glaring at each other, Sharon holding her body taut, waiting for Ta’Awa to retaliate. “You wouldn’t,” said Ta’Awa. “You’re bluffing.”
“Maybe.”
“You’re not this insane.”
“Hard to say. I’m willing to take my chances; are you?”
They stayed that way for a long time. Finally, the features of Marcus’ face settled into a smirk, and Ta’Awa said, “Fine. Then I’ll just put things back as they were.”
Sharon blinked. “What?”
“You heard me. I’ll put everything back the way it was and let you both go.”
Sharon tried to talk, but she was panting hard all of a sudden, and it took a moment for her to calm down. “That’s it?” she said. “You’re just giving up?”
“What choice do I have?” said Ta’Awa.
Sharon shook her head. “I don’t believe you.”
Ta’Awa shrugged again. “Why not? What difference does it make? That’s the problem with you, Sharon: For someone who spent her whole life studying history and eternity, you don’t have much perspective. I can go back because I can afford to wait. I’ll still be waiting when you and lover boy are dust in the ground. I don’t want to wait another century, but I can. Maybe two. Maybe three. Some day I’ll find a way out. But you? You’ll be trapped here until you die, and unlike me you really will die. Don’t feel too sorry for me, Sharon. I’ll be dreaming about you while I sleep.”
And then she left. Nothing spectacular happened to mark the change; there was not even any alteration in Marcus’ posture or demeanor, but rather just the barest flickering of expression, from Ta’Awa’s resigned anger to Marcus’ pained bewilderment. He looked up with glazed eyes and Sharon realized, with embarrassment, that she was still straddling his body. She rolled off and he sat up, wincing, wiping the blood from his neck. “What the hell?” he said.
Sharon put her hands on his shoulders, shaking him. “Marcus,” she said, “is it you?”
He blinked. “Yes?”
“But is it really you, is it really, really you?” She shook him again.
“Yes, Sharon, it’s me, it’s really me;” he said, untangling himself from her. “Want me to prove it? You drink six cups of coffee a day; you always wear your red pumps on Tuesdays; you read cheesy romance novels on your break and think no one notices when you tear up over them; we first met on a bus coming from Daly City without realizing we worked together; your middle name is Ginsburg because your father wanted to be a Beat; your favorite song is 867—”
She put her hand over his mouth. “Shut up,” she said. They stared at each other for a while. Then she added: “I do not tear up reading those books.”
Marcus was about to laugh, but at all at once he seemed to notice the mummy again. Looking panicked, he grabbed the heavy flashlight, raising it up and preparing to dash the mummy’s skull into fragments, but Sharon stopped him. “Wait,” she said.
“Why?” said Marcus. “She’s dangerous.”
“Yes. But what if what you’re about to do doesn’t kill her?”
Marcus frowned, then put the flashlight down. “Do you think?”
“She said that a mummy is just a vessel for a soul. I don’t want her soul out wandering around on its own. I don’t even know what she’d do then.”
Marcus frowned. “So what are we doing to do about her?”
Sharon looked at the mummy, considering. Then she said, “Nothing.”
“Nothing?” said Marcus. “But what are we going to tell everyone about what happened tonight?”
“What happened tonight?” said Sharon. “Why, tonight we both took off early to have a drink at your friend’s bar in San Francisco. We just made the after-party.”
Marcus blinked dumbly. “That party was over hours ago,” he said.
“Really?” said Sharon. “I don’t even remember. I guess we had a really good time.”
She shut the coffin lid and turned the lights off, and she and Marcus left, hand-in-hand. In the gallery, in the dark, something stirred inside the sarcophagus, just a little, and then went silent. Everything was dark and still again. Still as the grave.
***
The Usermontu mummy (as it was dubbed for lack any more definite identification) still resides at the Rosicrucian museum. Sharon Hiller and Marcus Greene abruptly resigned their positions shortly after its arrival. They had one meeting with the museum owners, but no one except those present knows what was said there.
When the sarcophagus’ previous owner was contacted he said that he knew all about the mummy, and in fact he’d put it in there on purpose. He said that it should be considered a gift, and that he was “Tired of dealing with it.” He would elaborate no further.
It is perhaps not surprising, given its mysterious arrival, that the mummy became the focus of various superstitions, some facetious and some not, on the part of museum staff. Many employees and patrons profess a marked fascination with it, and more than one person has been caught staring at it, rapt, for minutes on end, unmoving and unresponsive. More than one staff member has quit the museum following such an episode, though few volunteer any explanation as to why.
Those who have seen the mummy comment that it is so remarkably well-preserved, and its face so expressive, that at times it seems not to be dead at all, but only sleeping. Most are unnerved by this thought, since it stands to reason that anything that is sleeping will some day awaken. But if the mummy knows how long the sleep of the dead may last, it keeps the knowledge to itself; it is silent as the grave, always. If it knows secrets, then they are its own to keep, for eternity, or for longer.

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