บททั้งหมดของ Scarlet Romance : บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

Barb Clenendon was scared, more frightened than she'd ever been in her life. She sat alone in her car in a small mountain community where she was unknown - or hoped to remain that way anyway. Her eyes watched for any sign of unusual activity that might indicate evidence of someone wishing to do her harm. It was cold, and one might reasonably expect snow at any time as Barb sat in her unheated auto.She was tired; the last few hours had been taxing, and she needed sleep. Of course, she could not allow herself the pleasure or someone that might hurt her take her by surprise. She was hungry; yet, she dare not seek food in a public place lest she is recognized.She thought of the hell in which she was living as she sat. Disliked by her family and friends for a murder she didn't commit, hunted by the police for the murder of her husband, which she didn't do and sought by others who might kill her, clients of her lawyer husband, unsavory men who functioned as an organization outside the law

The day had turned out to be a cooler one than the previous thanks to the rain showers. That meant there were extra chores in the barn that didn't get done the day before, so they had to be done today.Jack went on his way, not expecting anything out of the ordinary, thinking it sure would be nice to have a change of pace just once. He only had a couple of horses, a milking cow, and chickens. Maybe one day, he'd purchase more, but right now, this was about all he could find time for since he already had another job downtown.The farm was the beginning of a dream he always had wanted, and he was well on his way into it, but not quite enough to jump in full force. As he moved toward the back of the barn, something caught his eye in the upper hayloft, but he didn't pay much attention. The neighbors' cats liked to stroll through every now and again, so he just assumed it was that. He sure didn't mind their cats in here; they kept the mice at bay and out of his house.After feeding the fir

Having sex with my fellow college student, Sarah, had been my longtime fantasy. Every day I liked her more and more, not just for her looks, but her sweet personality as she was funny and kind to all she encountered beyond being gorgeous. Being with her seemed unattainable as she was out of my league socially and far beyond reach from my awkward and introverted, academic personality. Yet, here she was, in my small apartment, intoxicated on drugs or alcohol or both, and begging to be allowed to spend the night.I had been walking home from the library when I saw her in front of my small rental apartment that was tucked in a renovated house. She could barely stand, so I let her into my place. As she'd entered my apartment, muttering something about her friends having left her, she shocked me as she brightened and asked if she could stay the night. "Please? she irresistibly begged. "My parents and they would kill me if they saw me like this."I considered what opportunities that offered,

I come home and find you in the master bathtub taking a bubble bath with your blonde hair slightly wet as you bath while sipping some white wine from a long-stemmed glass. There is a wet luster on your lips. You smile coyly and say, "Hello." Your ample breasts are wet, and your large pink nipples are hard. You've been waiting for me and thinking of our afternoon.I sit next to you and use the washcloth to rub your back and squeeze the warm soapy water out of it onto your shoulders and watch as it runs down your back. We talk a little, and I see you have your finger and toenails freshly painted a pretty red color. Then I help you out of the bath and give you a towel. You wrap the towel around you and take your wine glass and say you'll be back in a few minutes as you walk off through the house to another bedroom.There are fresh sheets turned down on our bed, and there are Liberator cushions all around. At the foot of the bed is a larger cushion/bench that is even with the top of the b

It was a great day to hunt, and I had seen tracks in the snow all morning, but there were no animals in sight. In the past, I would have had a deer bagged and tagged by now. Something was peculiar this morning, though; I smelled smoke, and the more I walked, the stronger it became.It couldn't be the old Miller cabin; no one has lived there in five years. I thought I better check to see if someone was trespassing. I knew old lady Miller and have kept in touch with her over the years since she moved two states away. As I was walking towards the cabin, I realized that it had been at least three months since I talked to her by phone. As I cleared the stand of trees surrounding the cabin, I noticed a woman making trips one after another into the log house.She was carrying boxes in, so I ruled out theft right away. When I was within earshot, the lady turned my way with a start and said-"That's close enough, mister, what are you doing on my property?"I couldn't explain fast enough as I s