Paying the Rent Pt. 03

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

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

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

[Readers will likely find this story more enjoyable if they have read the earlier chapters. This story takes place in the Women's Republic of the future where women are in charge. You can read more about it in my series, "A Very Shameful Punishment". These stories include subjects such as incest, bodily functions and sometimes severe discipline. Those who do not want to read about those topics should read no further. All characters are over 18. My thanks to Susan Greenway for graciously permitting me to use some of her characters in this series.] Jan had been released from her new punishment uniform later in the evening after she had lain behind Kate as the 19-year-old was fucking her brother Steve. Jan actually enjoyed licking her stepdaughter's tender anal rosette and then swallowing the combined fluids emanating from Kate's cunt after their fuckfest was over. Jan realized that she loved cream pies and this one mixed Steve Jr.'s powerful semen and Kate'

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