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Oh My God! All their clothes vanished. What was I to do?In 25 parts, edited from the works of FinalStand.Listen and subscribe to the ► Podcast at Connected..“Living every moment like it is your last is less attractive tomorrow.”(Still Wednesday)Katrina had left for wherever she snuck off to; I suggested to Aya it was a game room, Aya suggested it was as torture chamber; only to return when the next turn of the screws came. I was informed I had a visitor coming up by the name of Libra Chalmers plus a guest. Quickly enough they appeared. The guest turned out to be Brooke Lee."Who are these two?" Aya glibly spoke as the two Vassar girls walked into the room."Hello Libra," I greeted my almost date from last night. "Hello Ms. Lee," I said to Brooke."It's Brooke," Brooke smiled at me; she was hungry and scenting around for something remarkably like me."I'm happy to see you; oh; this is my guardian and protector, Aya Ruger," I made the introductions. "No lie, Aya has been keeping up with my workload while I've been on 'light' duty. Aya, this is Libra Chalmers and Brooke Lee, both from Vassar College. Brooke is Trent's friend and Libra had mercy on me Tuesday night and kept me from being a 'fifth' wheel.""I'm actually Trent's fiancé," Brooke corrected."Fascinating," I lied. Oh fuck, that was Not good."Cool. I'm happy to see the both of you, but what brings you to my office today?" I continued."Well, I showed up to ask for Trent and Libra asked for you," Brooke gave a sly smile."The thing was," Libra picked up the tale, "they were looking up Trent, but the front desk knew exactly who and where you were; so we came here first." My mind was busily working out how to pull Aya aside to give her a friendly warning when Katrina waltzed in."Ladies, this is my boss, Katrina Love, Head of Executive Services for Havenstone," I plastered a smile on my face."Katrina, this is Brooke Lee and Libra Chalmers. I met them Tuesday night," I kept things simple. Doom was impatient."Brooke is Trent's fiancé," Aya chimed in gleefully. She wasn't being malicious. She just didn't know any better. Katrina had been in the process of giving some congenial nods.She stopped and turned on a dime. Damn it."Really?" Katrina's interest was piqued."Yes," Brooke beamed. She brandished her engagement ring in Katrina's face. Better yet, Katrina 'ooh'ed and 'aah'ed then spun on me."Cáel, I didn't know Trent was engaged," Katrina pierced me with those lethal ocular devices."Yeah, I bet you didn't," I groaned. "I only found out a moment ago." Trent had lied on his dating survey; slash application to Havenstone. They kinda/sorta made damn sure we had no external female attachments. It meant less bodies to dispose of if things went wrong.I couldn't understand how they missed it then a curious custom/lifeline reared its ugly head."Brooke, that's your 'promise' ring, right?" I probed. "I'm sure Trent would get you a bigger rock for the actual engagement.""Yes," Brooke confirmed. "We've decided to make the official engagement when our families take the Christmas Holiday at Hilton Head."How could I express to Brooke that Christmas with Trent at Hilton Head was a rapidly vanishing dream? Katrina resumed her stroll to her desk."Katrina," I started my appeal. My argument was going to be that 'promise' rings didn't really count even though I knew her omission on his survey/application was bad enough already. Brian was different. If he chose to 'follow his career', she'd shed the prerequisite 17 tears and happily get on with her life. Girls like Brooke came looking and that wouldn't do."No," Katrina didn't even turn around. When she got to her desk, the phone calls began. Brooke was starting to realize something had happened. I gained a level of importance that extended beyond my bedroom sexpertise."Cáel, is something wrong?" Libra took my hand in hers."Trent may have neglected to mention some things during his job interview," I explained."Like?" Libra was getting concerned."Like the existence of Brooke," I answered. See, if Trent had written down his acquaintance to Brooke, Havenstone would have investigated her in the same way they investigated my mentor, Dr. Kimberly Geisler. She had admitted to the length, depth and termination of our affair.The issue of her teaching me anything besides sex had never come up."What?" Brooke grew indignant. Not with Trent, but with me. See, I was still a peon in her eyes and casting dispersions on her guy, who she knew and trusted."Brooke," I sighed, "did any Havenstone personnel talk to you about Trent?""No," she admitted."Every single woman I was ever with was questioned about me and my relationship to them," I explained. "Trust me; that was a really long list." Libra had the answer to that confusion. She pulled out her phone and got a busy signal; that would be Havenstone' now-active jamming devices."What's the number?" I asked Libra. She was momentarily annoyed; then suspicion kicked in. She gave me the number. Caller ID indicated it was Marla, Libra's sister. I gave the phone up."Marla," Libra began, "did anyone from Havenstone Commercial Investments ever talk to you about Cáel?""Umm, is he in trouble because of what I said?" Marla asked."What did you say?" Libra eyed me."I said he was a total asshole who broke my heart and given the opportunity I wouldn't mind watching he die a painful death," she confessed. "Only later did I realize I missed him and felt sorry about what I said.""Do you know if they talked to any of his other former girlfriends?" Libra inquired."I am absolutely sure they talked to at least one other person," Marla mumbled. Her Aunt."Who? I need to talk to them," Libra continued."That wouldn't be wise," Marla responded. "Suffice it to say they didn't give a glowing review either." Libra hung up and gave me back my phone."Cáel, do you have a problem with women?" Brooke glowered at me."Yes, there are so many of them," I shrugged. "That seems to be my main issue.""Cáel, how many women have you been with?" Libra mused."Around 200," I acceded."200! Holy Shit!" Libra gasped. Out of the blue,"Of those, how many have dumped you for cheating only to come back to you later?" Katrina postulated."Around 40," I recalled."That's my Daddy!" Aya crowed proudly."What?" Brooke boggled."Not what you think!" I insisted. "Not what you think!""Aya is my niece," Katrina explained. "Cáel is not her biological father. He is her friend, paternal guide and guardian.""Aya and I are in negotiations about me eventually marrying her mother, but I have assured her that is years and years off," I added."Cáel is not my real Daddy," Aya clarified. "He lets me pretend that he is.""Besides Cáel, does that 200 include the past month?" Katrina diverted the conversation."Well; 200 as in closer to 200 than 300," I grinned weakly."How did you graduate?" Libra followed along."I have a lot of stamina," I pointed out. Tessa Carmichael glided into the room."Brooke Lee?" she greeted the not-here-for-me girl."Yes? Do I know you?" Brooke was getting nervous and snippy."I'm Tessa Carmichael, Director of Human Resources for Havenstone. I handled the final interview process for Trent Grant," she smiled with deceptive warmth. She was furious. I could tell, having a long history with women in such moods."Is that Lee; L-E-E?" Tessa continued."Yes, what is this about?" Brooke persisted."You and Mr. Grant are in a long term relationship?" Tessa asked next."Answer my question," Brooke snapped. Thankfully Tessa wasn't Elsa."Trent lied on both his initial application and then twice in the interview process," Tessa relayed calmly."About dating me?" Brooke was confused."We will explain in a moment," Tessa smiled and patted Brooke on the upper arm.Brooke and Libra were more poised than I believed was warranted. Suddenly, I peeled back eleven days of experience and realized they assumed that Aya's presence was some sort of armor against violence. Whoops. Olympia Shore entered the room followed by Trent. Bright yet careless, he immediately clued in on the crisis."Brooke;” Trent mumbled. Olympia shut the door once Trent was too far inside to run."Trent, what is going on? They say you didn't list me as an acquaintance and somehow that's important," Brooke grumbled."I; um; I can explain," Trent was addressing; the room?"Be at peace, Trent," Tessa took over. This was her job and her fuck-up. "We only need your assurance that your relationship with Ms. Lee was terminated before you signed your contract with Havenstone Commercial Investments." Trent was looking for the right answer that would make everyone happy, but there wasn't one.Had he warned me yesterday that Brooke was his lady, I could have warned Brooke to NEVER come here. Trent hadn't done that because it would have necessitated him explaining to Brooke that he had denied her existence in order to get a cushy job. Trent had deluded himself into thinking he could have it both ways, probably because lying had always worked before."I think there has been a misunderstanding," Trent began. The most important thing in the world to Trent was Trent and he could outfox these backwoods feminists. "I am willing to submit my resignation immediately over this unfortunate mistake." That was a feint. Sadly, the important ladies had zero faith in his words and had already decided his fate. Moron.

Cáel's tombstone: For the love of women, women put him here.In 25 parts, edited from the works of FinalStand.Listen and subscribe to the ► Podcast at Connected..

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Oh My God! All their clothes vanished. What was I to do?By FinalStand. Listen and subscribe to the podcast at Steamy Stories.Living every moment like it is your last is less attractive tomorrow.(Still Wednesday)Katrina had left for wherever she snuck off to - I suggested to Aya it was a game room, Aya suggested it was as torture chamber - only to return when the next turn of the screws came. I was informed I had a visitor coming up by the name of Libra Chalmers plus a guest. Quickly enough they appeared. The guest turned out to be Brooke Lee.“Who are these two?” Aya glibly spoke as the two Vassar girls walked into the room.“Hello Libra,” I greeted my almost date from last night. “Hello Ms. Lee,” I said to Brooke.“It’s Brooke,” Brooke smiled at me - she was hungry and scenting around for something remarkably like me.“I’m happy to see you - oh - this is my guardian and protector, Aya Ruger,” I made the introductions. “No lie, Aya has been keeping up with my workload while I’ve been on ‘light’ duty. Aya, this is Libra Chalmers and Brooke Lee, both from Vassar College. Brooke is Trent’s friend and Libra had mercy on me Tuesday night and kept me from being a 'fifth’ wheel.”“I’m actually Trent’s fiancé,” Brooke corrected.“Fascinating,” I lied. Oh fuck, that was NOT good.“Cool. I’m happy to see the both of you, but what brings you to my office today?” I continued.“Well, I showed up to ask for Trent and Libra asked for you,” Brooke gave a sly smile.“The thing was,” Libra picked up the tale, “they were looking up Trent, but the front desk knew exactly who and where you were - so we came here first.” My mind was busily working out how to pull Aya aside to give her a friendly warning when Katrina waltzed in.“Ladies, this is my boss, Katrina Love, Head of Executive Services for Havenstone,” I plastered a smile on my face.“Katrina, this is Brooke Lee and Libra Chalmers. I met them Tuesday night,” I kept things simple. Doom was impatient.“Brooke is Trent’s fiancé,” Aya chimed in gleefully. She wasn’t being malicious. She just didn’t know any better. Katrina had been in the process of giving some congenial nods.She stopped and turned on a dime. Damn it.“Really?” Katrina’s interest was piqued.“Yes,” Brooke beamed. She brandished her engagement ring in Katrina’s face. Better yet, Katrina 'ooh'ed and 'aah'ed then spun on me.“Cáel, I didn’t know Trent was engaged,” Katrina pierced me with those lethal ocular devices.“Yeah, I bet you didn’t,” I groaned. “I only found out a moment ago.” Trent had lied on his dating survey - slash application to Havenstone. They kinda/sorta made damn sure we had no external female attachments. It meant less bodies to dispose of if things went wrong.I couldn’t understand how they missed it then a curious custom/lifeline reared its ugly head.“Brooke, that’s your 'promise’ ring, right?” I probed. “I’m sure Trent would get you a bigger rock for the actual engagement.”“Yes,” Brooke confirmed. “We’ve decided to make the official engagement when our families take the Christmas Holiday at Hilton Head.”How could I express to Brooke that Christmas with Trent at Hilton Head was a rapidly vanishing dream? Katrina resumed her stroll to her desk.“Katrina,” I started my appeal. My argument was going to be that 'promise’ rings didn’t really count even though I knew her omission on his survey/application was bad enough already. Brian was different. If he chose to 'follow his career’, she’d shed the prerequisite 17 tears and happily get on with her life. Girls like Brooke came looking and that wouldn’t do.“No,” Katrina didn’t even turn around. When she got to her desk, the phone calls began. Brooke was starting to realize something had happened. I gained a level of importance that extended beyond my bedroom sexpertise.“Cáel, is something wrong?” Libra took my hand in hers.“Trent may have neglected to mention some things during his job interview,” I explained.“Like?” Libra was getting concerned.“Like the existence of Brooke,” I answered. See, if Trent had written down his acquaintance to Brooke, Havenstone would have investigated her in the same way they investigated my mentor, Dr. Kimberly Geisler. She had admitted to the length, depth and termination of our affair.The issue of her teaching me anything besides sex had never come up.“What?” Brooke grew indignant. Not with Trent, but with me. See, I was still a peon in her eyes and casting dispersions on her guy, who she knew and trusted.“Brooke,” I sighed, “did any Havenstone personnel talk to you about Trent?”“No,” she admitted.“Every single woman I was ever with was questioned about me and my relationship to them,” I explained. “Trust me; that was a really long list.” Libra had the answer to that confusion. She pulled out her phone and got a busy signal - that would be Havenstone’ now-active jamming devices.“What’s the number?” I asked Libra. She was momentarily annoyed - then suspicion kicked in. She gave me the number. Caller ID indicated it was Marla, Libra’s sister. I gave the phone up.“Marla,” Libra began, “did anyone from Havenstone Commercial Investments ever talk to you about Cáel?”“Ummm, is he in trouble because of what I said?” Marla asked.“What did you say?” Libra eyed me.“I said he was a total asshole who broke my heart and given the opportunity I wouldn’t mind watching he die a painful death,” she confessed. “Only later did I realize I missed him and felt sorry about what I said.”“Do you know if they talked to any of his other former girlfriends?” Libra inquired.“I am absolutely sure they talked to at least one other person,” Marla mumbled. Her Aunt.“Who? I need to talk to them,” Libra continued.“That wouldn’t be wise,” Marla responded. “Suffice it to say they didn’t give a glowing review either.” Libra hung up and gave me back my phone.“Cáel, do you have a problem with women?” Brooke glowered at me.“Yes, there are so many of them,” I shrugged. “That seems to be my main issue.”“Cáel, how many women have you been with?” Libra mused.“Around 200,” I acceded.“200! Holy Shit!” Libra gasped. Out of the blue,“Of those, how many have dumped you for cheating only to come back to you later?” Katrina postulated.“Around 40,” I recalled.“That’s my Daddy!” Aya crowed proudly.“What?” Brooke boggled.“Not what you think!” I insisted. “Not what you think!”“Aya is my niece,” Katrina explained. “Cáel is not her biological father. He is her friend, paternal guide and guardian.”“Aya and I are in negotiations about me eventually marrying her mother, but I have assured her that is years and years off,” I added.“Cáel is not my real Daddy,” Aya clarified. “He lets me pretend that he is.”“Besides Cáel, does that 200 include the past month?” Katrina diverted the conversation.“Well…200 as in closer to 200 than 300,” I grinned weakly.“How did you graduate?” Libra followed along.“I have a lot of stamina,” I pointed out. Tessa Carmichael glided into the room.“Brooke Lee?” she greeted the not-here-for-me girl.“Yes? Do I know you?” Brooke was getting nervous and snippy.“I’m Tessa Carmichael, Director of Human Resources for Havenstone. I handled the final interview process for Trent Grant,” she smiled with deceptive warmth. She was furious. I could tell, having a long history with women in such moods.“Is that Lee - L-E-E?” Tessa continued.“Yes, what is this about?” Brooke persisted.“You and Mr. Grant are in a long term relationship?” Tessa asked next.“Answer my question,” Brooke snapped. Thankfully Tessa wasn’t Elsa.“Trent lied on both his initial application and then twice in the interview process,” Tessa relayed calmly.“About dating me?” Brooke was confused.“We will explain in a moment,” Tessa smiled and patted Brooke on the upper arm.Brooke and Libra were more poised than I believed was warranted. Suddenly, I peeled back eleven days of experience and realized they assumed that Aya’s presence was some sort of armor against violence. Whoops. Olympia Shore entered the room followed by Trent. Bright yet careless, he immediately clued in on the crisis.“Brooke…” Trent mumbled. Olympia shut the door once Trent was too far inside to run.“Trent, what is going on? They say you didn’t list me as an acquaintance and somehow that’s important,” Brooke grumbled.“I - um - I can explain,” Trent was addressing…the room?“Be at peace, Trent,” Tessa took over. This was her job and her fuck-up. “We only need your assurance that your relationship with Ms. Lee was terminated before you signed your contract with Havenstone Commercial Investments.” Trent was looking for the right answer that would make everyone happy, but there wasn’t one.Had he warned me yesterday that Brooke was his lady, I could have warned Brooke to NEVER come here. Trent hadn’t done that because it would have necessitated him explaining to Brooke that he had denied her existence in order to get a cushy job. Trent had deluded himself into thinking he could have it both ways, probably because lying had always worked before.“I think there has been a misunderstanding,” Trent began. The most important thing in the world to Trent was Trent and he could outfox these backwoods feminists. “I am willing to submit my resignation immediately over this unfortunate mistake.” That was a feint. Sadly, the important ladies had zero faith in his words and had already decided his fate. Moron.“All we need is for you to verify your relationship, Trent,” Tessa remained congenial.“I said I will quit,” Trent asserted. Trent was probably curious why his concession wasn’t working the way he’d planned.“It is not that simple,” Tessa sighed. “You see, when you submitted your final work contract, numerous people co-signed your accounting of events. These people will now be subject to severe criminal, financial and civil penalties.”“What?” Trent gulped. “What do you mean?”“Trent, we gave you a substantial signing bonus plus benefits and salary. Those people who verified your application are liable for fraud. That would be two of your professors, the Dean of the School of Economics at Carnegie-Mellon, your father, uncle, both the current and previous fraternity presidents and a State Senator.”“You can’t…that won’t fly. My family and those organizations have lawyers and they’ll fight this in the courts for years,” Trent rallied.“Because they all want fraud cases hanging over their heads,” Tessa looked at Trent as if he was an unruly schoolboy. “You, of all people, should appreciate how aggressive our Financial Investigative department can be.”“They are going to crawl over all the finances of everyone who we bring suit against. It will be a very public fight that we will gladly bring to the press. Professors will lose their jobs, election campaigns opened to public scrutiny and your personal banking - and everyone they have financial ties to - will be equally targeted.”“If you want, your termination papers are on the way. We have already contacted Legal, who are preparing briefs to file with the District, State and Federal Courts,” Katrina simmered.“Trent,” Tessa closed in for the kill, “if you state to us here and now that you are not now in, or plan to pursue a relationship with Ms. Brooke Lee, we can keep this indiscretion in-house.”That was the crux of the matter. At this point Felix and I would have fallen on our swords, admitted to the lie and stood by the lady. Felix was an asshole, but he was a 'face the world on his own terms’ asshole. I admired that about him. Brian and Khalid would have evaded, leaving Brooke to swing in the breeze, because that was the kind of men they were - they had a Life Plan and no silly emotional attachment was going to slow them down.Trent proved to be the latter type of 'man’.“I decided to not continue a romantic entanglement with Brooke some time ago,” he blatantly lied. The sharks in the room nodded politely. Brooke’s mouth opened in outrage. Libra was rallying to Brooke and I was rallying to them both.“Look, it is a 'promise ring’, not an engagement ring,” Trent created excuses. My arm wrapped around Brooke constricted painfully enough to distract her from Trent’s cowardice so she focused on me.“Wait,” I whispered. “Please wait.” My eyes must have projected my warning of caution.“So,” Tessa nodded sagely. “Your romantic relationship with Ms. Lee ended some time ago - say a year - and you were so past the relationship you forgot to include it on your list critically important people to be interviewed; the list you created and your sponsors signed off on.” Run, Trent! Sense the trap and make a break for the door. Go down swinging like a man!“Yes,” Trent gratefully agreed. Chicken-shit. What mattered here was Trent, followed distantly by Trent’s family name, buddies and academic mentors. I was willing to bet it was facing his family’s disappointment was the deciding factor for Khalid. Sure, he had an ego. We all did, but Khalid was equally proud of his parentage and racial background.He’d even had an ancestor in the 54th Massachusetts regiment in the Civil War. His ego had gotten him in trouble and he’d taken responsibility. Poor bastard. The girl was irrelevant. He’d have gladly bought his way out of the trouble if he could. Havenstone knew his weaknesses and dialed up the pressure until he acquiesced.“Trent!” Brooke squawked. Trent got points for hutzpah.“Brooke,” he patiently regarded his discarded baggage, “it has been over for some time. College is over and I let you know we had to move on. Please, it is time for you to let go.” Brooke’s mouth fell open and a tear streaked down her eye.“So Trent, Ms. Brooke Lee’s absence was more a matter of a well-established emotional detachment, not a personal oversight. We believe you,” Olympia agreed.“That would be correct,” Trent jumped on the life preserver offered by his boss.“I disagree,” Katrina stood up angrily. Nice acting. I would have believed it if I hadn’t already figured out the script.“Katrina, Trent is an indispensable member of MY team and his progression is something I am paying close attention to,” Olympia protected her body-shaped sperm dispenser.“No,” Tessa joined the attack.“I’ll take responsibility for this,” Olympia challenged her associates. “I’ll have Trent relocated to our East Asian section so he’ll no longer be a worry for you two.”They even used the word 'relocate’ and Trent was still grinning like a Christmas Elf on the 26th of December. Idiot.“Trent, how about we get you out of this poisonous atmosphere for a year, or two, and move you to a place where you can shine?” Olympia asked her victim.“That would be great, Olympia,” Trent’s relief came through. Cowardly, selfish shmuck.“Well, this meeting is over,” Olympia declared. She took Trent by the arm and led him out of Katrina’s office. I resisted the impulse to request Trent tell Khalid 'hello’ for me. Brooke turned to Libra, leaned into her and started sobbing.Why all the drama? Now Brooke and Libra, outsiders and long term associates of the vanished, could testify that Trent WILLINGLY threw himself off the face of the Earth. Khalid’s relocation might someday be a problem. No one would come looking for Trent after Brooke and Libra got done with him socially - and it was all self-inflicted, the ignoramus.It was all about loyalty here at Havenstone. My steadfast loyalty to Katrina, paid for in blood, was why I was still running around with the knowledge I possessed. For all my numerous, obvious flaws, there was a sliver of my personality they could identify with. Stepping in front of Leona wasn’t solely a matter of bravery.They acknowledged I was brave for doing it, yet the factor that mattered to them was that my bravery’s source was my loyalty to Katrina and her house. No one assumed I was suicidal - there was confidence that Tessa and Katrina would have screened for that, even though the majority of the Amazons didn’t like what they were doing.Khalid had let his balls outweigh his reason. Trent hadn’t shown physical cowardice; he was probably martially proficient. His flaw was a weakness of character. He saw every organization as nothing more than a vehicle for his personal advancement. In the rest of corporate civilization, that wasn’t so bad, but he wasn’t in the sane, morally-compromising, big business world.He was in Havenstone. They tossed a truckload of money his way, lured him away from other promising offers to reel him - all of us - in. They expected honesty (from us lowly males), loyalty to their company and devotion to their cause even though they had no intention of telling us what it was for some time. Fair - it wasn’t.“Katrina?” I got my boss’s attention.“Take the rest of the day off, Cáel,” Katrina responded. “Aya, you will be staying with me tonight. Cáel you need to be at Medical 11:00 pm.”“Thanks Katrina,” I nodded her way. I retrieved my crutches, gave Aya a kiss on the top of her head, another on her forehead, sealed with her hug.By the time we reached the elevator, Brooke was transforming from shell-shocked to righteously pissed. HE (whose name it wasn’t safe to mention) had the temerity to dump HER. She was going to socially BBQ his ass with the hidden benefit that ole Trent was about to be incommunicado for the next few months.“Cáel, what just happened?” Libra asked softly. “Who do you really work for?” Suddenly that little 'corporate confidentiality’ discussion I had with Trent had a new, sinister implication.“That bastard dumped me in front of a bunch of strangers!” Brooke seethed. If there was any doubt, I am a bastard too.“It was worse than that,” I consoled Brooke. “He lied about your intimacy so he could get this job.” I didn’t bring up the crap I went through because I didn’t matter in her world.“Did you lie about anything?” Libra asked.“I didn’t describe any of my relationships, but I did list everyone I had contact with,” I answered.“Why would they do something so bizarre?” Libra hugged Brooke.“I haven’t seen inside the minds of Human Resources, yet I get the feeling that Havenstone is a very closed system. Personal loyalty, honesty and accountability all rate highly with them. Havenstone doesn’t worry about personal embarrassment. The only people who are going to know are their staff and they don’t use such things in inter-office politics,” I explained.“How did you get a job here anyway?” Brooke snapped. She meant was, how did a knuckle-dragger like me get the same business opportunity as Brian, Felix, Khalid and Trent? She was lashing out in anger at the closest male - my background and name were irrelevant. I had nailed girls like this all the time. Anger leads to poor decision making which leads to her hectic hunt for her clothes in my domicile sometime after us having sex.“I proved to be just as good, if not better, than every other candidate,” I glared right back. Brooke didn’t want me apologetic, joking, or silent. She wanted me to be a strong, solid and unyielding. Why? Trent had just shattered the bedrock of her future and she was desperately seeking any foundation to set down on. It could be temporary, but had to be quick.“I don’t see how that is possible,” Brooke glared. Brooke was used to being pampered and catered to. It was her birthright.“That’s the difference between you and me, Brooke,” I met her stare. By Brooke, I meant Trent and we both knew it.“I have fought for everything I’ve earned and if I’ve learned anything it is to appreciate my good fortune.” Meaning women. The supposition was that I would never have undervalued, or abandoned, a woman as wonderful and complete as Brooke. I could see the mathematical calculations going on behind Brooke’s eyes.She was working out how many drinks she’d have to take before she could justify to the rest of the world she was drunk when I fucked her…while she got to full enjoy the experience. Oh…was I with Libra? Not only can guys not trust me with their girlfriends, girlfriends can’t trust their girl friends around me either.I’ve had girlfriend’s roommates invite me over to rendezvous with my girl only to discover my girl was busy…but the roommate wasn’t. Maybe I’m not a pig. Maybe I’m an amoeba - thoughtless and all-devouring.“Let’s go out for some drinks,” Libra suggested. Oh, I was having a three-way. Wait!“Maybe you could call Marla?” I looked to Libra. “Honestly, I don’t know either of you that well and she could help fill in some of the gaps?” Translation: Can we please make this a four-way?“Good idea,” Libra blushed slightly. Yay me! It turned out that Marla could be with us in an hour.The bar scene was dead - it wasn’t even five pm yet - so Libra put in an order for some liquor from a delivery service - huh? Libra asked me what I wanted to drink. I said I only drank moonshine, or, if that wasn’t available, turpentine. She promised me some aged Scotch. Libra and I sat patiently in the taxi ride to Libra’s place as Brooke bitched endlessly.I think what impressed Libra the most was my ability to engage Brooke successfully while she spat venom over the entire spectrum of all things 'Trent’. Men, college, Carnegie-Mellon, fraternities…Brooke heatedly ask if I was a frat-boy. I inquired if Beer Drinking Clubs counted and she chuckled. She jumped right back to the 'bitchy’, but we’d crested the wave.We three were working through the uncertain status of who would/should do what to who as we sat around Libra’s apartment. Added to that was Libra and Brooke using every tentacle of social media to castrate and castigate Trent. Trent made some half-assed counterattacks (he was on his way to the airport), his 'bros’ rallied to his cause, Brooke’s sorority rallied to hers, and billions of electrons died for no real purpose except to feed two people’s impassioned egos.“Cáel, could you get the door?” Libra requested. Since the two ladies were going full-blown agro on their phones and I was merely crippled, I hobbled to the door of Libra’s posh crib. It was Marla. I opened the door and her eyes rounded in surprise.“Cáel,” she mumbled. Her eyes flicked down, took in my bulge, my limp then followed me inside.“Is the leg - okay?” Marla asked. Libra waved while she kept talking. Brooke didn’t even do that much. I doubted Marla wanted an in-depth medical report.“It’s strong enough,” I grinned hungrily. That’s what she wanted to know.“Good,” she exhaled happily. She dropped her bag, leapt on me, her legs wrapping around my waist, her arms linked behind my head and her tongue darted into my mouth to play with mine.I staggered back while my hands cupped each of Marla’s jean-clad ass cheeks and began to knead them. Her crotch throbbed against my hard-on. Marla was quickly making these precious little throttled moaning noises heralding her sexual need. I was peripherally aware of the conversation in the room dying down.“I want to fuck,” Marla panted. Misinterpreting that was nearly impossible. Cleverly, I had done an earlier reconnaissance, spotted the bedroom while pretending to look for the bathroom. There was also a nice sofa in the entertainment room, just in case, plus the kitchen counter was at a fuckable level. I turned and limped to Libra’s bedroom carrying an encircling Marla.Since I wanted to fuck all three, I didn’t bother kicking the door shut. Erotic sound effects were fine. Leaving the door open was a magnet to their voyeuristic carnality. Soaking up Marla undressing was a cornucopia of information too. She wanted aggressive coitus, was soaking wet from masturbating on the drive down, and was expecting my ultimate effort.This was a combination of 'I’m lonely and it is your fault’ sex and 'make-up’ sex. I stole a glance at Libra’s bedside clock. Marla jumped backwards onto the middle of the king-sized bed. I pursued her as rapidly as my wound would allow. This didn’t even take a Year One effort from me. I pushed her down, she kissed the hell out of me, hands grasping my ears, and I sent my fingers after her pussy.My two fingers had trouble in their penetration - she’d been abstaining from sex for a while. I managed to scoop out some juices and rub them all over her clitoris. I really do have a gift for memorizing the sexual details of every woman I’ve encountered. It is a real pity there isn’t a Nobel Prize for that. There should be.At 58 seconds, Marla howled. She always had good lungs. I followed that up by pushing her arms over her head while she was still coming down from her climax. I rained down butterfly kisses on her triceps, just how she liked it. She was humping up against me and whining piteously as I kept working her over.“Cáel,” she moaned. “Fuck me, fuck me, I’ve missed you so much.” What can I say? A buddy once suggested that if I was less exciting in the bedroom, my ex’s might not hurt me so much. I laughed and asked him 'that wouldn’t be nearly as much fun now would it?’ I’m an idiot. Wait, let’s change it up - I am a passionate masochist.“Not yet, Marla,” I kissed her.“No,” she wailed. “Fuck me then we can do that…please?”“Do you forgive me?” I teased her. Marla bit her lip and looked away. She was still humping away like a bunny.“No,” she whispered.“You don’t have to,” I murmured. “Condom.” I worked down her body, getting a nice face full of her muff while I blindly sought out my pants, retrieved a line of condoms - I was really shocked to learn that most guys don’t walk around with ten at a time - tore one packet open and slipped it on.I do the 'one handed condom blindfolded’ act a lot - a whole lot. I rocketed back up her body, hooking her left leg as I rammed straight at her womb. Marla howled, first in surprise and pain then in orgasm number two. Marla was missing me far more than I had anticipated. She was so freaking sensitive. As her vibrations died down, I rolled us over so that Marla was on top.“Oh fuck yeah,” she panted. “Better than I remembered.”“Marla, are you okay?” Libra inquired from just out of sight. Marla began her rendition of bull-riding on my lap.“Ah - ah - ah - I’m so wonderful,” Marla laughed. “Thanks for finding Cáel for me. God, I’ve missed this dick.”“I didn’t find him for you, Little Sister,” Libra griped. “He’s my date.” Now I was a date.“Who - who do you - like better - Cáel?” Marla panted. I began strumming her clit.“I’ve never slept with Libra, Marla,” I informed her. I didn’t want to touch the word 'comparison’. If I was that callous, I might miss this chance to fuck Brooke. Libra was a given.That wasn’t my ego talking. If you want to nail an older sister, nail her younger sister. Marla’s antics were simply adding the audio-visual aids to make all of this a foregone conclusion.“Sorry,” Marla kept riding me hard while looking over her shoulder. “I found him first. He’s mine.” I used her distraction to put my other hand on her right nipple and massage it.Marla’s nipples didn’t need much biting, or even sucking. They were lively all on their own.“But you dumped him,” Libra strode into the room. Brooke stood in the door. “So he’s fair game.” Before you insult my masculinity for lying there and being treated like property by three stuck-up babes, do remember I was definitely fucking them all before eleven o'clock tonight.You go be He-man if you like. By soaking up a few irrelevant insults, I was going to exceed 300 fantastic ladies before the Amazons killed me and I was still going to go out like a true male of the species. Better yet -“We are making up,” Marla insisted.“Marla, hold on,” I intervened. “We aren’t here so I can fix things with you.” During the 'make up’ period, take the blame for the failure of the relationship - that leads you to sex, trust me. “Trent turned out to be a total Tool. He dumped Brooke instead of manning up and admitting he’d lied on his application. It’s only a damn job and there thousands out there. What a shmuck.”Balancing act time. I wasn’t one of 'them’ so insulting one of their social class was a dicey endeavor. You counter that with the fact that Trent had behaved like a douche, Brooke wanted the whole damn world to know she was a prize worth fighting for and finally doubling-down on Trent not being a man worthy of her affections. Low and behold, there was a man in front of her willing to prove that Trent wasn’t a real man - me!“I don’t want to have sex with you,” Brooke declared while enthralled with Marla’s buttocks bouncing up and down on my cock, which was visible half the time. Marla tossing her head around in the throes of passion was a nice touch. Between her gyrations, vaginal and clitoral stimulation and her nipple coaxing, Marla let out a soprano high note that damn near ruptured my inner ears.My current paramour collapsed on my chest. Libra came over and sat on the bed, level with my chest. Brooke was now halfway in the room - definitely convinced she wasn’t having sex with me while rubbing her tingling thighs together and certainly not getting wet. (Yeah, right.)“Mmmm,” Marla sighed. “You are the best guy I’ve ever been with, Cáel.”“Why in the hell did I ever screw us up?” I groaned. I knew why. Her aunt was sexy. I was lucky Marla never caught me banging any of the customers/other girlfriends in her shop. I repeat, girls love it when you take the blame. Brooke especially was getting into it. Marla was living proof I was emotionally unhealthy to hang around. To get around that, I had to be a bit of a sap.“Me neither,” Marla kissed my chest.“What did he do?” Libra pressed her sister. At this point, outrage is a good thing. See, this clears the board of any unanswered questions that can be deal-killers later.“He slept with Aunt Jeannine,” Marla kept raining down little kisses on me.“What!” Libra howled. “Why didn’t you say anything before now? Cáel, did you put my aunt down on your little sex survey?” Bringing out the broom.“It was too painful,” Marla started licking up my/our sweat off my chest. She was hiding her pain well.“Yes, I put her down on the application. Honesty is important in any relationship,” I gave Libra sad eyes. Honesty? From me? I can’t recall all the times I’ve looked into a girlfriend’s tearful gaze and said 'No, I’m not seeing anyone else. I only have eyes for you.’ I learned that 'only have eyes for you’ was a nice add-on when I turned 19. Hell, I’ve used those lines on three different girls in one night.What can I say? I wanted to keep having sex with them.“If you were seeing Marla, why did you sleep with Aunt Jeannine?” Libra groaned.“I was bitter, angry and self-destructive,” I 'confessed’. No, I was horny and she was a gorgeous, accessible Milf. Somewhere in the de-clothing process she threw out there that Uncle Whomever might be cheating on her. Worked for me.“Do you regret that now?” Libra asked.“Would you cheat on her again?” Brooke seethed.“I regretted when I hit on Jeannine,” I admitted. “Marla didn’t deserve that.” Marla purred like a cute, happy kitten. “Would I cheat this time?” I let that hang out there.“Yes…yes I would and that’s why I don’t want to give Marla and me another try until I’m a somewhat more reliable lover for her,” I sighed.“But why!” Brooke screamed. She was starting to cry - again.“I’m me, Brooke,” I shrugged. “Not only can I not say 'no’, I can rarely say 'maybe later’.”Humor, blame acceptance (I’m a dog) and yet 'not my fault because slutty girls hit on me’.“How can men be so heartless?” Brooke choked back another sob.“There are good guys out there,” I assured Brooke. Libra edged closer. Brooke moved to the edge of the bed. I reached behind my back, grabbed a pillow and put it on my lap.See, by covering up my crotch I was being considerate of Brooke’s sensibilities, proving, despite EVERY other piece of evidence indicating I was out for sex, I was only here for moral support.“You approached your relationship with honesty and clear intentions. Trent wanted nothing more than to use you to pad his portfolio,” I continued.“Face it, you’re beautiful, smart, cultured and have the best education,” I said. I hadn’t a clue how good Vassar was, or how well Brooke had done there. Also, call attractive women beautiful; they like the boost. Call beautiful women smart; it is not a complement they normally get. “You were the perfect choice.” Brooke was eating it up.“I’m not the perfect choice?” Libra nudged me.“You are from New England, Libra. Trent is from New York and was looking for a Southern girl to make himself look more cosmopolitan,” I appeared deeply serious. That bit was total bullshit. I had no clue about the geopolitics of the top 1%.As far as I knew about Trent, he was already too inbred with all the New York families, so a girl from Virginia was a safe bet for children with the appropriate number of fingers and toes. To be fair, Brooke was better looking than Libra, or Marla, but nothing short of torture would make me say that.“Yeah,” Libra mused, “Trent was always so superficial about that - but never in front of you Brooke,” she added.“I hate that I’m only finding all these horrible things about him now,” Brooke screwed up her face. She sat on the bed, was clearly uncomfortable - with the comforter - and then pushed farther onto the bed until she was next to my strategically placed pillow. Whatever animal I am identified with, the general consensus is that I’m a terribly lucky member of the breed.Marla spotted Brooke’s move and decided that a little bit of demarcation was in order. She snaked a hand und the pillow and began stroking my phallus. Marla was my bed-buddy. We had a history. She was also the youngest and the little sister of one of the other combatants. Rich, pretty, petty girls don’t share well - why should they?The doorbell rang. That would be the liquor store that made home deliveries…I had clearly been living in the wrong part of the world most of my life.“Marla, go get the door,” Libra commanded. “It is a delivery.”“Why?” Marla protested. “I’m the only one naked.” What was I then? Wearing a pillow?“Consider it a tip for the delivery boy,” Libra teased her sister wickedly. “Or, would you rather stay in a hotel tonight?” Marla muttered 'bitch’ as she slipped to the foot of the bed then left. It was time to hasten the undressing process.“I need to go to the bathroom and…clean up,” I told Libra.“Right around the corner,” she smiled. I brushed against Brooke as I left, pillow in place, and limped down the hall. The delivery boy wasn’t a problem. It was a girl, around 160 cm and 44 kg - a little thing with a hand truck and a case of whatever.“Hi,” she waved shyly.I had to wonder why she wasn’t more freaked out about a man wearing a pillow edging out of one room and down the hall. The look I was getting wasn’t your normal reaction. I felt really bad for myself that I’d never get promoted to a lifestyle what would allow this thing to be common place. Wait - my cock had something to say; reality and cranium be damned.“Hey Sexy,” I smiled at her. “When do you get off work?”“Dammit Cáel, I’m standing right here!” Marla snapped. The girl looked from the naked chick who was signing for the order then back to me - the almost naked guy.“Ah…this might not be a good time,” the deliver girl hesitated.“I know this looks bad, but nothing is going on. I have a girl who is a friend and her guy dumped her today so we’re just doing a little commiserating,” I perjured myself.“I didn’t drive like a maniac down here for only one round of sex, Mister,” Marla announced.“Oh - okay then,” she turned to Marla. “I’m sorry about your break up…Ms. Chalmers.”“Ms. Chalmers is my sister,” Marla stared at the girl somewhat impatiently.“Well then, I’m sorry for your sister’s unfortunate romantic entanglement,” the girl backpedaled.“My sister didn’t get dumped. It was her best friend, Brooke,” Marla explained.The service girl looked back at me, somewhat in awe.“How many women do you have back there?” she motioned to the bedroom.“Two,” shouted Libra. “Now give me my tequila. I want to be drunk before I fuck this guy.”“Aaahhh,” Delivery girl looked even more confounded. “Is there a problem?”“Ah, no. I’m simply not in their social class…and I sort took her little sister’s virginity,” I said.“That would be me,” Marla glared at the plebian - the one who wasn’t me.“And her aunt,” I completed.“At the same time?” the girl gasped.“No…” my interest was piqued by that vision though.“No!” yelled Marla. “He’s fucking me - again, and my sister and her best friend tonight. Don’t you have somewhere you need to be?” she stared at the working stiff.“You don’t look like the average boy-toy,” D-Girl was clearly taunting Marla now.“I’m not. I’m property of a tribe of Amazons who use me for target practice,” I joked. Oddly enough, it was the truth but I didn’t expect her to believe that. “These are just some chicks I met at a bar - expect for Marla. I met her at college where she schooled me to a whole new level of ecstasy.” That made Marla smug and happy.“You - go,” Marla barked to D-Girl. “Where are you going?” she questioned me.“I need to go to the bathroom,” I told her.“Fine, but don’t go jumping out of the window like you did last time I saw you,” Marla warned me.“Wow…we are on the seventeenth floor,” I sighed. “I really don’t want you to scream and throw books at me yet I think plummeting to my death would still be my primary concern.”“Fine,” D-Girl shrugged. “I’m going.” She rolled her hand-truck to the door. Before Marla could shut it. “Nice to meet you…” Having a rather unique name rocks. I’ve been warned that come Paternity Suit time, it won’t be nearly so cool.“Cáel Nyilas,” I waved good-bye. “N-Y-I-L-A-S.” Marla slammed the door shut then put her back to it.“You are reprehensible,” she gave me the sultriest purr. Yeah, I was a bad, bad boy and those three were going to spank me with their kitties to put me in my place. Life can be thankless, demanding and unrewarding at times…I’m sure that will happen to me eventually. I stumped off to the bathroom, dropped my (unused) rubber in the trash, washed up, didn’t find lube but massage oil would do for tonight and returned to the bedroom.Oh my God! All their clothes had fallen off! What was I to do? Libra was in the middle, Brooke was closest to me, and Marla was unhappily on the far side of Libra. All were resting their upper backs and heads against the headboard. Brooke was drinking 'my’ Scotch, Libra had her tequila, leaving Marla with a Bordeaux.I put the pillow down by the foot of the bed, slipping my oily lubricant underneath the pillow. That was for later. I crawled/pulled myself up the middle. Libra was polite, if not sincere.“Take care of Brooke first,” Libra said.“I’d rather show her some things and let her decide what she likes,” I countered.Yes. I was telling Libra I was going to use her body as a surrogate fuck-toy to amuse her friend and by the look in her eyes, she was all for it.“I really don’t want to have sex right now anyway,” Brooke lied. In sex, only the top lips lie. An un-coaxed vagina glistening with arousal is about as honest a plea for sex there is.I deftly slipped on my next condom before 'tripping’ and landing my chin on Libra’s stomach.“Whoops,” I grinned at her. She gave me a famished look. “Well, since I’m here,” I eyebrow-pumped. My body backed up enough so that I was even with her labia. Keeping eye contact with Libra, I took my first tongue stab - rolling the tongue and penetrating her vagina like a mini-cock. Her lips parted and her chest inhaled deeply.Marla moaned wantonly, inspired by previous encounters with me. I didn’t let myself be distracted. This was Libra’s place, we all where here at her sufferance and Brooke had foisted me on her so now I was 'her’ guy. By girl-logic, that meant she went first and I better let everyone know she was first. All of this ignored me and Marla’s earlier romp of course.Libra was a naughty little slut. She tried to hide her hot spots from me using distractions and deceptions. It took me five minutes to figure out her game. Then I waited for the right moment.“I thought you said this guy was good, Maaaaaaa!!” Libra wailed to Marla. Libra was a clit-nibbler. I took that proffered bit of delicate femininity and made it my bitch.In the first few seconds I had realized Libra was an anal virgin. A few seconds after I ambushed her I decided to do something about that. Brooke being an anal virgin was a no-brainer. Neither woman was 'that’ kind of woman and they’d given Marla a tough time because of it - or so I imagined. I worked a third finger into her snatch. Libra was vocally expressive somewhat similar to her sister…and aunt.When I slipped one finger past her sphincter, Libra whelped then whimpered. She was far too busy building up to her climax to protest. She did tilt her head so that we could make eye contact again. She wanted to form the words to make me stop, but the pleasure robbed her of the necessary concentration.Libra’s fists balled up in the comforter, her head rolled back and she began escalating to her own operatic concerto. Man, I loved these Chalmers’s women and their arias.“What was that?” Brooke shook the amorously frayed Libra.“That was an orgasm,” Marla snickered. “I warned you that Cáel punched all my buttons.”“Libra, have you been faking it all these years?” Brooke gasped.“Mmmm…yeah - I guess I have,” Libra panted. “That was niccccce,” she murmured. “Cáel, do it again.”“No way,” Brooke grabbed my arm. “It is my turn!” So much for not wanting to have sex with me.Libra made a feeble effort to keep me in place. Brooke was insistent. I didn’t let her pull me into her lap, instead falling fully upon her body. She was momentarily put off by the scent of Libra’s cunt juices on my face, but quickly came around. We were kissing and licking each other’s faces in no time.The Scotch was good. I could taste it on her lips and inhaled it with her breath. I slipped into her vagina with minimal effort and no resistance. Trent had been getting the job done in the bedroom. That didn’t stop him from being a dunce and misusing Brooke. Slowly, as I kept easing in and out of her, Brooke began squinting. When she closed her eyes, I decided on what she needed.“What are you doing?” Brooke muttered as I began rolling us onto our sides. She was looking at me once more.“Close your eyes,” I whispered. She squinted again, but didn’t fully close them. When I withdrew my penis from her steamy folds, she stiffened.“I don’t like that,” Brooke insisted while her eyes remained slits.“You don’t want to do what you’ve done - with him, Brooke,” I murmured. “You want to do something new; something that says you’ve moved on.” She bought it. Brooke let me roll her over then pushed up into the classic doggy style position - which she claimed 'not to do’.She was confused when I pushed her hips back down to the bed. I carefully poised my body over hers, balancing on my right leg and both arms. Brooke didn’t know what to make of the first kiss on the back of her head. I wasn’t romantic - I was a dick to be shoved into her a few times to take her mind off of her pain. That was her opinion of me.'Fucks’ didn’t gently kiss you, caress your hair, neck and shoulders with his nose and lips, eliciting amorous noises from the girl they were gratifying. Brooke began radiate peace and contentment as I tenderly lavished attention on her. As a reward, she gave me what I wanted, namely her body plus an unspoken promise of a follow-up encounter.I had Brooke pushing her ass up against me after an indeterminate time. She had transformed from 'in control and basic’ to urging me to 'do what I will’ to her body. As predicted, Brooke was an anal virgin too. I pulled her hips back up then worked my cock in all the way into her vagina until her soaking vulva was pressed against my pelvis. A few careful strokes came next.My slamming hard into her cunt, caught Brooke and the others off-guard. Brooke grunted, started to protest then had her utterance stolen away by the next pile-driving thrust. After that, it was too late. I lost track of the number of Brooke’s orgasms. I didn’t really care. My goal was the fuck the Trent right out of her.The first time Libra attempted to intervene and save her friend, my fierce glower turned her back. The second time, Marla kept her from yanking on my arm. When I finally shot off, Brooke was past caring. I lowered us back down to the bed and began showering her with kisses again. She was making contented little moans then twisted her head around, requesting a bit of lip action.“Happy,” Brooke sighed dreamily.“I can tell,” Libra was a bit peeved.“Trent who?” Brooke giggled. Mission success! Oh, she’d be a few decades despising the bastard yet I had given her a far more passionate experience to balance out the pain and emptiness that had been inflicted on her.Women, don’t thank me. Thank my mentor, Kimberly, who taught me that a penis without experience and imagination was like a car without tires, or gas. It might attract attention, but then what do you do with the damn thing?“Come home with me, Cáel,” Brooke said between tongue tussles.“Brooke, I have a job, I need to be back at eleven tonight, and we do have some company, remember?” I reminded her - of the two ladies right next to us on the bed.“Me next,” Marla beamed.“I’m not a carnival ride,” I grumbled. I was. Fessing up wouldn’t help me negotiate later.“How about you three let me get cleaned up then, Marla, I want your ass again. I’ve really missed the way it turned you on,” I grinned seductively at the youngest woman. I wanted to have anal sex with all three. Brooke’s libido was too steamed up to hold out for long. Libra wanted more sex yet wouldn’t let me near her precious Heine until she saw Marla get all torn up.I confess I was strongly motivated by a desire to simply fuck those two up the ass because they were stuck-up bitches who looked down on me. I’m not perfect by any stretch of the imagination and I use sex appeal to get what I want - namely sex. I got out of bed, kissed Brooke on each buttocks then limped away to wash off.When I came back they were in a furtive discussion.“We’ve decided I’ll go next,” Libra purred.“Oh,” I stopped. “I’ll get dressed and be on my way now. Marla, I have my own apartment plus a place at corporate we can crash.”“Wait,” Libra sat up, caught between outrage and need. “What’s wrong with me?”“You are perfectly scrumptious, but there is a fundamental misunderstanding of why I am here,” I lectured them. Now to throw out a curveball. “I’m here for Brooke. She was the one betrayed by my co-worker. She didn’t deserve any part of that.”“If this is how you two (Marla and Libra) want to treat me, I’m gone. Brooke can find me if she wants me. Marla and I have a history, so I owe her - thus the invite. Libra, I like you, but I have to have my priorities before I think of myself and what I might want,” I explained. I was lying. Had it only been Libra and me, I’d have been nailing her until 10:45.If it was just Marla - ditto. Brooke - ditto again. The emotional dynamics became a little more complicated when it came to any two of them, but my stance would be the same. I was the guy. I stuck my dick in. If I didn’t get the sex I wanted, I would leave. If I pushed them too hard, they wouldn’t hesitate to show me the door. No one surrendered their decision making ability.They were still submitting to my lustful desires. Pointing that out would have not helped me achieve my objectives - namely the utilization of every condom in my stockpile.“Thank you, Cáel,” Brooke smiled at me with something akin to fondness. “Please stay.”“If you really want to have sex with Marla, I’ll understand,” Libra conceded.Before I even had a knee on the bed, Marla squealed happily and presented her ass for fucking. If the other two had any suspicions about the massage oil suddenly appearing in my hand, they kept their questions to themselves. Anal sex was nasty, dirty and degrading - something only 'those’ kinds of girls did. They had never experienced it.Had their boyfriends ever had a on a porno with anal sex, they would have yelled at their guys and made them cut it off. No one told Marla this. By the time one of the other girls in her social circle brought this up, all she could do was nod and keep her erotic achievements to herself.“Damn Marla,” I teased. “Have you not let anyone else back here since we were last together?”“I find it awkward to ask,” Marla whimpered as I worked my first finger deep inside. “Aaahhh - this only reminds me more of how much I’ve missed you.”“Try not to make me cum before I’m ready,” I begged Marla - points for me all around. The only thing a woman wants more than to control her partner’s orgasm is an orgasm of her own.“Ah - ah - ah, I’ll try,” Marla gasp-giggled. No, she was going to work my cock over with her rectal muscles with every trick she could recall.“That doesn’t look comfortable,” Brooke commented as I began working my second digit into Marla’s butthole. She had actually half-crawled over Libra to get a better view.I was about to develop an awkward moment of helplessness. I winced. Brooke caught it.“Are you okay?” Brooke touched my right forearm. The one that was pumping two fingers into Marla’s ass.“Um,” I sounded embarrassed. “My leg is killing me…I can’t…um…it is embarrassing.”“What is it?” Brooke insisted.“I need…ah…to coat my cock with massage oil so I can penetrate Marla the moment she’s ready,” I gulped. Totally false. There is no 'Golden Second’ for anal dicking. I could easily lube up my dick then penetrate Marla, but I selfishly wanted to get Brooke involved in some kinkiness.“Ah, okay,” Brooke acquiesced immediately. She doled out three squirts of oil into her palm then began coating my condom-covered tool. Her placing her face only centimeters away while she worked my to

Oh My God! All their clothes vanished. What was I to do?By FinalStand. Listen and subscribe to the podcast at Steamy Stories.Living every moment like it is your last is less attractive tomorrow.(Still Wednesday)Katrina had left for wherever she snuck off to - I suggested to Aya it was a game room, Aya suggested it was as torture chamber - only to return when the next turn of the screws came. I was informed I had a visitor coming up by the name of Libra Chalmers plus a guest. Quickly enough they appeared. The guest turned out to be Brooke Lee.“Who are these two?” Aya glibly spoke as the two Vassar girls walked into the room.“Hello Libra,” I greeted my almost date from last night. “Hello Ms. Lee,” I said to Brooke.“It’s Brooke,” Brooke smiled at me - she was hungry and scenting around for something remarkably like me.“I’m happy to see you - oh - this is my guardian and protector, Aya Ruger,” I made the introductions. “No lie, Aya has been keeping up with my workload while I’ve been on ‘light’ duty. Aya, this is Libra Chalmers and Brooke Lee, both from Vassar College. Brooke is Trent’s friend and Libra had mercy on me Tuesday night and kept me from being a 'fifth’ wheel.”“I’m actually Trent’s fiancé,” Brooke corrected.“Fascinating,” I lied. Oh fuck, that was NOT good.“Cool. I’m happy to see the both of you, but what brings you to my office today?” I continued.“Well, I showed up to ask for Trent and Libra asked for you,” Brooke gave a sly smile.“The thing was,” Libra picked up the tale, “they were looking up Trent, but the front desk knew exactly who and where you were - so we came here first.” My mind was busily working out how to pull Aya aside to give her a friendly warning when Katrina waltzed in.“Ladies, this is my boss, Katrina Love, Head of Executive Services for Havenstone,” I plastered a smile on my face.“Katrina, this is Brooke Lee and Libra Chalmers. I met them Tuesday night,” I kept things simple. Doom was impatient.“Brooke is Trent’s fiancé,” Aya chimed in gleefully. She wasn’t being malicious. She just didn’t know any better. Katrina had been in the process of giving some congenial nods.She stopped and turned on a dime. Damn it.“Really?” Katrina’s interest was piqued.“Yes,” Brooke beamed. She brandished her engagement ring in Katrina’s face. Better yet, Katrina 'ooh'ed and 'aah'ed then spun on me.“Cáel, I didn’t know Trent was engaged,” Katrina pierced me with those lethal ocular devices.“Yeah, I bet you didn’t,” I groaned. “I only found out a moment ago.” Trent had lied on his dating survey - slash application to Havenstone. They kinda/sorta made damn sure we had no external female attachments. It meant less bodies to dispose of if things went wrong.I couldn’t understand how they missed it then a curious custom/lifeline reared its ugly head.“Brooke, that’s your 'promise’ ring, right?” I probed. “I’m sure Trent would get you a bigger rock for the actual engagement.”“Yes,” Brooke confirmed. “We’ve decided to make the official engagement when our families take the Christmas Holiday at Hilton Head.”How could I express to Brooke that Christmas with Trent at Hilton Head was a rapidly vanishing dream? Katrina resumed her stroll to her desk.“Katrina,” I started my appeal. My argument was going to be that 'promise’ rings didn’t really count even though I knew her omission on his survey/application was bad enough already. Brian was different. If he chose to 'follow his career’, she’d shed the prerequisite 17 tears and happily get on with her life. Girls like Brooke came looking and that wouldn’t do.“No,” Katrina didn’t even turn around. When she got to her desk, the phone calls began. Brooke was starting to realize something had happened. I gained a level of importance that extended beyond my bedroom sexpertise.“Cáel, is something wrong?” Libra took my hand in hers.“Trent may have neglected to mention some things during his job interview,” I explained.“Like?” Libra was getting concerned.“Like the existence of Brooke,” I answered. See, if Trent had written down his acquaintance to Brooke, Havenstone would have investigated her in the same way they investigated my mentor, Dr. Kimberly Geisler. She had admitted to the length, depth and termination of our affair.The issue of her teaching me anything besides sex had never come up.“What?” Brooke grew indignant. Not with Trent, but with me. See, I was still a peon in her eyes and casting dispersions on her guy, who she knew and trusted.“Brooke,” I sighed, “did any Havenstone personnel talk to you about Trent?”“No,” she admitted.“Every single woman I was ever with was questioned about me and my relationship to them,” I explained. “Trust me; that was a really long list.” Libra had the answer to that confusion. She pulled out her phone and got a busy signal - that would be Havenstone’ now-active jamming devices.“What’s the number?” I asked Libra. She was momentarily annoyed - then suspicion kicked in. She gave me the number. Caller ID indicated it was Marla, Libra’s sister. I gave the phone up.“Marla,” Libra began, “did anyone from Havenstone Commercial Investments ever talk to you about Cáel?”“Ummm, is he in trouble because of what I said?” Marla asked.“What did you say?” Libra eyed me.“I said he was a total asshole who broke my heart and given the opportunity I wouldn’t mind watching he die a painful death,” she confessed. “Only later did I realize I missed him and felt sorry about what I said.”“Do you know if they talked to any of his other former girlfriends?” Libra inquired.“I am absolutely sure they talked to at least one other person,” Marla mumbled. Her Aunt.“Who? I need to talk to them,” Libra continued.“That wouldn’t be wise,” Marla responded. “Suffice it to say they didn’t give a glowing review either.” Libra hung up and gave me back my phone.“Cáel, do you have a problem with women?” Brooke glowered at me.“Yes, there are so many of them,” I shrugged. “That seems to be my main issue.”“Cáel, how many women have you been with?” Libra mused.“Around 200,” I acceded.“200! Holy Shit!” Libra gasped. Out of the blue,“Of those, how many have dumped you for cheating only to come back to you later?” Katrina postulated.“Around 40,” I recalled.“That’s my Daddy!” Aya crowed proudly.“What?” Brooke boggled.“Not what you think!” I insisted. “Not what you think!”“Aya is my niece,” Katrina explained. “Cáel is not her biological father. He is her friend, paternal guide and guardian.”“Aya and I are in negotiations about me eventually marrying her mother, but I have assured her that is years and years off,” I added.“Cáel is not my real Daddy,” Aya clarified. “He lets me pretend that he is.”“Besides Cáel, does that 200 include the past month?” Katrina diverted the conversation.“Well…200 as in closer to 200 than 300,” I grinned weakly.“How did you graduate?” Libra followed along.“I have a lot of stamina,” I pointed out. Tessa Carmichael glided into the room.“Brooke Lee?” she greeted the not-here-for-me girl.“Yes? Do I know you?” Brooke was getting nervous and snippy.“I’m Tessa Carmichael, Director of Human Resources for Havenstone. I handled the final interview process for Trent Grant,” she smiled with deceptive warmth. She was furious. I could tell, having a long history with women in such moods.“Is that Lee - L-E-E?” Tessa continued.“Yes, what is this about?” Brooke persisted.“You and Mr. Grant are in a long term relationship?” Tessa asked next.“Answer my question,” Brooke snapped. Thankfully Tessa wasn’t Elsa.“Trent lied on both his initial application and then twice in the interview process,” Tessa relayed calmly.“About dating me?” Brooke was confused.“We will explain in a moment,” Tessa smiled and patted Brooke on the upper arm.Brooke and Libra were more poised than I believed was warranted. Suddenly, I peeled back eleven days of experience and realized they assumed that Aya’s presence was some sort of armor against violence. Whoops. Olympia Shore entered the room followed by Trent. Bright yet careless, he immediately clued in on the crisis.“Brooke…” Trent mumbled. Olympia shut the door once Trent was too far inside to run.“Trent, what is going on? They say you didn’t list me as an acquaintance and somehow that’s important,” Brooke grumbled.“I - um - I can explain,” Trent was addressing…the room?“Be at peace, Trent,” Tessa took over. This was her job and her fuck-up. “We only need your assurance that your relationship with Ms. Lee was terminated before you signed your contract with Havenstone Commercial Investments.” Trent was looking for the right answer that would make everyone happy, but there wasn’t one.Had he warned me yesterday that Brooke was his lady, I could have warned Brooke to NEVER come here. Trent hadn’t done that because it would have necessitated him explaining to Brooke that he had denied her existence in order to get a cushy job. Trent had deluded himself into thinking he could have it both ways, probably because lying had always worked before.“I think there has been a misunderstanding,” Trent began. The most important thing in the world to Trent was Trent and he could outfox these backwoods feminists. “I am willing to submit my resignation immediately over this unfortunate mistake.” That was a feint. Sadly, the important ladies had zero faith in his words and had already decided his fate. Moron.“All we need is for you to verify your relationship, Trent,” Tessa remained congenial.“I said I will quit,” Trent asserted. Trent was probably curious why his concession wasn’t working the way he’d planned.“It is not that simple,” Tessa sighed. “You see, when you submitted your final work contract, numerous people co-signed your accounting of events. These people will now be subject to severe criminal, financial and civil penalties.”“What?” Trent gulped. “What do you mean?”“Trent, we gave you a substantial signing bonus plus benefits and salary. Those people who verified your application are liable for fraud. That would be two of your professors, the Dean of the School of Economics at Carnegie-Mellon, your father, uncle, both the current and previous fraternity presidents and a State Senator.”“You can’t…that won’t fly. My family and those organizations have lawyers and they’ll fight this in the courts for years,” Trent rallied.“Because they all want fraud cases hanging over their heads,” Tessa looked at Trent as if he was an unruly schoolboy. “You, of all people, should appreciate how aggressive our Financial Investigative department can be.”“They are going to crawl over all the finances of everyone who we bring suit against. It will be a very public fight that we will gladly bring to the press. Professors will lose their jobs, election campaigns opened to public scrutiny and your personal banking - and everyone they have financial ties to - will be equally targeted.”“If you want, your termination papers are on the way. We have already contacted Legal, who are preparing briefs to file with the District, State and Federal Courts,” Katrina simmered.“Trent,” Tessa closed in for the kill, “if you state to us here and now that you are not now in, or plan to pursue a relationship with Ms. Brooke Lee, we can keep this indiscretion in-house.”That was the crux of the matter. At this point Felix and I would have fallen on our swords, admitted to the lie and stood by the lady. Felix was an asshole, but he was a 'face the world on his own terms’ asshole. I admired that about him. Brian and Khalid would have evaded, leaving Brooke to swing in the breeze, because that was the kind of men they were - they had a Life Plan and no silly emotional attachment was going to slow them down.Trent proved to be the latter type of 'man’.“I decided to not continue a romantic entanglement with Brooke some time ago,” he blatantly lied. The sharks in the room nodded politely. Brooke’s mouth opened in outrage. Libra was rallying to Brooke and I was rallying to them both.“Look, it is a 'promise ring’, not an engagement ring,” Trent created excuses. My arm wrapped around Brooke constricted painfully enough to distract her from Trent’s cowardice so she focused on me.“Wait,” I whispered. “Please wait.” My eyes must have projected my warning of caution.“So,” Tessa nodded sagely. “Your romantic relationship with Ms. Lee ended some time ago - say a year - and you were so past the relationship you forgot to include it on your list critically important people to be interviewed; the list you created and your sponsors signed off on.” Run, Trent! Sense the trap and make a break for the door. Go down swinging like a man!“Yes,” Trent gratefully agreed. Chicken-shit. What mattered here was Trent, followed distantly by Trent’s family name, buddies and academic mentors. I was willing to bet it was facing his family’s disappointment was the deciding factor for Khalid. Sure, he had an ego. We all did, but Khalid was equally proud of his parentage and racial background.He’d even had an ancestor in the 54th Massachusetts regiment in the Civil War. His ego had gotten him in trouble and he’d taken responsibility. Poor bastard. The girl was irrelevant. He’d have gladly bought his way out of the trouble if he could. Havenstone knew his weaknesses and dialed up the pressure until he acquiesced.“Trent!” Brooke squawked. Trent got points for hutzpah.“Brooke,” he patiently regarded his discarded baggage, “it has been over for some time. College is over and I let you know we had to move on. Please, it is time for you to let go.” Brooke’s mouth fell open and a tear streaked down her eye.“So Trent, Ms. Brooke Lee’s absence was more a matter of a well-established emotional detachment, not a personal oversight. We believe you,” Olympia agreed.“That would be correct,” Trent jumped on the life preserver offered by his boss.“I disagree,” Katrina stood up angrily. Nice acting. I would have believed it if I hadn’t already figured out the script.“Katrina, Trent is an indispensable member of MY team and his progression is something I am paying close attention to,” Olympia protected her body-shaped sperm dispenser.“No,” Tessa joined the attack.“I’ll take responsibility for this,” Olympia challenged her associates. “I’ll have Trent relocated to our East Asian section so he’ll no longer be a worry for you two.”They even used the word 'relocate’ and Trent was still grinning like a Christmas Elf on the 26th of December. Idiot.“Trent, how about we get you out of this poisonous atmosphere for a year, or two, and move you to a place where you can shine?” Olympia asked her victim.“That would be great, Olympia,” Trent’s relief came through. Cowardly, selfish shmuck.“Well, this meeting is over,” Olympia declared. She took Trent by the arm and led him out of Katrina’s office. I resisted the impulse to request Trent tell Khalid 'hello’ for me. Brooke turned to Libra, leaned into her and started sobbing.Why all the drama? Now Brooke and Libra, outsiders and long term associates of the vanished, could testify that Trent WILLINGLY threw himself off the face of the Earth. Khalid’s relocation might someday be a problem. No one would come looking for Trent after Brooke and Libra got done with him socially - and it was all self-inflicted, the ignoramus.It was all about loyalty here at Havenstone. My steadfast loyalty to Katrina, paid for in blood, was why I was still running around with the knowledge I possessed. For all my numerous, obvious flaws, there was a sliver of my personality they could identify with. Stepping in front of Leona wasn’t solely a matter of bravery.They acknowledged I was brave for doing it, yet the factor that mattered to them was that my bravery’s source was my loyalty to Katrina and her house. No one assumed I was suicidal - there was confidence that Tessa and Katrina would have screened for that, even though the majority of the Amazons didn’t like what they were doing.Khalid had let his balls outweigh his reason. Trent hadn’t shown physical cowardice; he was probably martially proficient. His flaw was a weakness of character. He saw every organization as nothing more than a vehicle for his personal advancement. In the rest of corporate civilization, that wasn’t so bad, but he wasn’t in the sane, morally-compromising, big business world.He was in Havenstone. They tossed a truckload of money his way, lured him away from other promising offers to reel him - all of us - in. They expected honesty (from us lowly males), loyalty to their company and devotion to their cause even though they had no intention of telling us what it was for some time. Fair - it wasn’t.“Katrina?” I got my boss’s attention.“Take the rest of the day off, Cáel,” Katrina responded. “Aya, you will be staying with me tonight. Cáel you need to be at Medical 11:00 pm.”“Thanks Katrina,” I nodded her way. I retrieved my crutches, gave Aya a kiss on the top of her head, another on her forehead, sealed with her hug.By the time we reached the elevator, Brooke was transforming from shell-shocked to righteously pissed. HE (whose name it wasn’t safe to mention) had the temerity to dump HER. She was going to socially BBQ his ass with the hidden benefit that ole Trent was about to be incommunicado for the next few months.“Cáel, what just happened?” Libra asked softly. “Who do you really work for?” Suddenly that little 'corporate confidentiality’ discussion I had with Trent had a new, sinister implication.“That bastard dumped me in front of a bunch of strangers!” Brooke seethed. If there was any doubt, I am a bastard too.“It was worse than that,” I consoled Brooke. “He lied about your intimacy so he could get this job.” I didn’t bring up the crap I went through because I didn’t matter in her world.“Did you lie about anything?” Libra asked.“I didn’t describe any of my relationships, but I did list everyone I had contact with,” I answered.“Why would they do something so bizarre?” Libra hugged Brooke.“I haven’t seen inside the minds of Human Resources, yet I get the feeling that Havenstone is a very closed system. Personal loyalty, honesty and accountability all rate highly with them. Havenstone doesn’t worry about personal embarrassment. The only people who are going to know are their staff and they don’t use such things in inter-office politics,” I explained.“How did you get a job here anyway?” Brooke snapped. She meant was, how did a knuckle-dragger like me get the same business opportunity as Brian, Felix, Khalid and Trent? She was lashing out in anger at the closest male - my background and name were irrelevant. I had nailed girls like this all the time. Anger leads to poor decision making which leads to her hectic hunt for her clothes in my domicile sometime after us having sex.“I proved to be just as good, if not better, than every other candidate,” I glared right back. Brooke didn’t want me apologetic, joking, or silent. She wanted me to be a strong, solid and unyielding. Why? Trent had just shattered the bedrock of her future and she was desperately seeking any foundation to set down on. It could be temporary, but had to be quick.“I don’t see how that is possible,” Brooke glared. Brooke was used to being pampered and catered to. It was her birthright.“That’s the difference between you and me, Brooke,” I met her stare. By Brooke, I meant Trent and we both knew it.“I have fought for everything I’ve earned and if I’ve learned anything it is to appreciate my good fortune.” Meaning women. The supposition was that I would never have undervalued, or abandoned, a woman as wonderful and complete as Brooke. I could see the mathematical calculations going on behind Brooke’s eyes.She was working out how many drinks she’d have to take before she could justify to the rest of the world she was drunk when I fucked her…while she got to full enjoy the experience. Oh…was I with Libra? Not only can guys not trust me with their girlfriends, girlfriends can’t trust their girl friends around me either.I’ve had girlfriend’s roommates invite me over to rendezvous with my girl only to discover my girl was busy…but the roommate wasn’t. Maybe I’m not a pig. Maybe I’m an amoeba - thoughtless and all-devouring.“Let’s go out for some drinks,” Libra suggested. Oh, I was having a three-way. Wait!“Maybe you could call Marla?” I looked to Libra. “Honestly, I don’t know either of you that well and she could help fill in some of the gaps?” Translation: Can we please make this a four-way?“Good idea,” Libra blushed slightly. Yay me! It turned out that Marla could be with us in an hour.The bar scene was dead - it wasn’t even five pm yet - so Libra put in an order for some liquor from a delivery service - huh? Libra asked me what I wanted to drink. I said I only drank moonshine, or, if that wasn’t available, turpentine. She promised me some aged Scotch. Libra and I sat patiently in the taxi ride to Libra’s place as Brooke bitched endlessly.I think what impressed Libra the most was my ability to engage Brooke successfully while she spat venom over the entire spectrum of all things 'Trent’. Men, college, Carnegie-Mellon, fraternities…Brooke heatedly ask if I was a frat-boy. I inquired if Beer Drinking Clubs counted and she chuckled. She jumped right back to the 'bitchy’, but we’d crested the wave.We three were working through the uncertain status of who would/should do what to who as we sat around Libra’s apartment. Added to that was Libra and Brooke using every tentacle of social media to castrate and castigate Trent. Trent made some half-assed counterattacks (he was on his way to the airport), his 'bros’ rallied to his cause, Brooke’s sorority rallied to hers, and billions of electrons died for no real purpose except to feed two people’s impassioned egos.“Cáel, could you get the door?” Libra requested. Since the two ladies were going full-blown agro on their phones and I was merely crippled, I hobbled to the door of Libra’s posh crib. It was Marla. I opened the door and her eyes rounded in surprise.“Cáel,” she mumbled. Her eyes flicked down, took in my bulge, my limp then followed me inside.“Is the leg - okay?” Marla asked. Libra waved while she kept talking. Brooke didn’t even do that much. I doubted Marla wanted an in-depth medical report.“It’s strong enough,” I grinned hungrily. That’s what she wanted to know.“Good,” she exhaled happily. She dropped her bag, leapt on me, her legs wrapping around my waist, her arms linked behind my head and her tongue darted into my mouth to play with mine.I staggered back while my hands cupped each of Marla’s jean-clad ass cheeks and began to knead them. Her crotch throbbed against my hard-on. Marla was quickly making these precious little throttled moaning noises heralding her sexual need. I was peripherally aware of the conversation in the room dying down.“I want to fuck,” Marla panted. Misinterpreting that was nearly impossible. Cleverly, I had done an earlier reconnaissance, spotted the bedroom while pretending to look for the bathroom. There was also a nice sofa in the entertainment room, just in case, plus the kitchen counter was at a fuckable level. I turned and limped to Libra’s bedroom carrying an encircling Marla.Since I wanted to fuck all three, I didn’t bother kicking the door shut. Erotic sound effects were fine. Leaving the door open was a magnet to their voyeuristic carnality. Soaking up Marla undressing was a cornucopia of information too. She wanted aggressive coitus, was soaking wet from masturbating on the drive down, and was expecting my ultimate effort.This was a combination of 'I’m lonely and it is your fault’ sex and 'make-up’ sex. I stole a glance at Libra’s bedside clock. Marla jumped backwards onto the middle of the king-sized bed. I pursued her as rapidly as my wound would allow. This didn’t even take a Year One effort from me. I pushed her down, she kissed the hell out of me, hands grasping my ears, and I sent my fingers after her pussy.My two fingers had trouble in their penetration - she’d been abstaining from sex for a while. I managed to scoop out some juices and rub them all over her clitoris. I really do have a gift for memorizing the sexual details of every woman I’ve encountered. It is a real pity there isn’t a Nobel Prize for that. There should be.At 58 seconds, Marla howled. She always had good lungs. I followed that up by pushing her arms over her head while she was still coming down from her climax. I rained down butterfly kisses on her triceps, just how she liked it. She was humping up against me and whining piteously as I kept working her over.“Cáel,” she moaned. “Fuck me, fuck me, I’ve missed you so much.” What can I say? A buddy once suggested that if I was less exciting in the bedroom, my ex’s might not hurt me so much. I laughed and asked him 'that wouldn’t be nearly as much fun now would it?’ I’m an idiot. Wait, let’s change it up - I am a passionate masochist.“Not yet, Marla,” I kissed her.“No,” she wailed. “Fuck me then we can do that…please?”“Do you forgive me?” I teased her. Marla bit her lip and looked away. She was still humping away like a bunny.“No,” she whispered.“You don’t have to,” I murmured. “Condom.” I worked down her body, getting a nice face full of her muff while I blindly sought out my pants, retrieved a line of condoms - I was really shocked to learn that most guys don’t walk around with ten at a time - tore one packet open and slipped it on.I do the 'one handed condom blindfolded’ act a lot - a whole lot. I rocketed back up her body, hooking her left leg as I rammed straight at her womb. Marla howled, first in surprise and pain then in orgasm number two. Marla was missing me far more than I had anticipated. She was so freaking sensitive. As her vibrations died down, I rolled us over so that Marla was on top.“Oh fuck yeah,” she panted. “Better than I remembered.”“Marla, are you okay?” Libra inquired from just out of sight. Marla began her rendition of bull-riding on my lap.“Ah - ah - ah - I’m so wonderful,” Marla laughed. “Thanks for finding Cáel for me. God, I’ve missed this dick.”“I didn’t find him for you, Little Sister,” Libra griped. “He’s my date.” Now I was a date.“Who - who do you - like better - Cáel?” Marla panted. I began strumming her clit.“I’ve never slept with Libra, Marla,” I informed her. I didn’t want to touch the word 'comparison’. If I was that callous, I might miss this chance to fuck Brooke. Libra was a given.That wasn’t my ego talking. If you want to nail an older sister, nail her younger sister. Marla’s antics were simply adding the audio-visual aids to make all of this a foregone conclusion.“Sorry,” Marla kept riding me hard while looking over her shoulder. “I found him first. He’s mine.” I used her distraction to put my other hand on her right nipple and massage it.Marla’s nipples didn’t need much biting, or even sucking. They were lively all on their own.“But you dumped him,” Libra strode into the room. Brooke stood in the door. “So he’s fair game.” Before you insult my masculinity for lying there and being treated like property by three stuck-up babes, do remember I was definitely fucking them all before eleven o'clock tonight.You go be He-man if you like. By soaking up a few irrelevant insults, I was going to exceed 300 fantastic ladies before the Amazons killed me and I was still going to go out like a true male of the species. Better yet -“We are making up,” Marla insisted.“Marla, hold on,” I intervened. “We aren’t here so I can fix things with you.” During the 'make up’ period, take the blame for the failure of the relationship - that leads you to sex, trust me. “Trent turned out to be a total Tool. He dumped Brooke instead of manning up and admitting he’d lied on his application. It’s only a damn job and there thousands out there. What a shmuck.”Balancing act time. I wasn’t one of 'them’ so insulting one of their social class was a dicey endeavor. You counter that with the fact that Trent had behaved like a douche, Brooke wanted the whole damn world to know she was a prize worth fighting for and finally doubling-down on Trent not being a man worthy of her affections. Low and behold, there was a man in front of her willing to prove that Trent wasn’t a real man - me!“I don’t want to have sex with you,” Brooke declared while enthralled with Marla’s buttocks bouncing up and down on my cock, which was visible half the time. Marla tossing her head around in the throes of passion was a nice touch. Between her gyrations, vaginal and clitoral stimulation and her nipple coaxing, Marla let out a soprano high note that damn near ruptured my inner ears.My current paramour collapsed on my chest. Libra came over and sat on the bed, level with my chest. Brooke was now halfway in the room - definitely convinced she wasn’t having sex with me while rubbing her tingling thighs together and certainly not getting wet. (Yeah, right.)“Mmmm,” Marla sighed. “You are the best guy I’ve ever been with, Cáel.”“Why in the hell did I ever screw us up?” I groaned. I knew why. Her aunt was sexy. I was lucky Marla never caught me banging any of the customers/other girlfriends in her shop. I repeat, girls love it when you take the blame. Brooke especially was getting into it. Marla was living proof I was emotionally unhealthy to hang around. To get around that, I had to be a bit of a sap.“Me neither,” Marla kissed my chest.“What did he do?” Libra pressed her sister. At this point, outrage is a good thing. See, this clears the board of any unanswered questions that can be deal-killers later.“He slept with Aunt Jeannine,” Marla kept raining down little kisses on me.“What!” Libra howled. “Why didn’t you say anything before now? Cáel, did you put my aunt down on your little sex survey?” Bringing out the broom.“It was too painful,” Marla started licking up my/our sweat off my chest. She was hiding her pain well.“Yes, I put her down on the application. Honesty is important in any relationship,” I gave Libra sad eyes. Honesty? From me? I can’t recall all the times I’ve looked into a girlfriend’s tearful gaze and said 'No, I’m not seeing anyone else. I only have eyes for you.’ I learned that 'only have eyes for you’ was a nice add-on when I turned 19. Hell, I’ve used those lines on three different girls in one night.What can I say? I wanted to keep having sex with them.“If you were seeing Marla, why did you sleep with Aunt Jeannine?” Libra groaned.“I was bitter, angry and self-destructive,” I 'confessed’. No, I was horny and she was a gorgeous, accessible Milf. Somewhere in the de-clothing process she threw out there that Uncle Whomever might be cheating on her. Worked for me.“Do you regret that now?” Libra asked.“Would you cheat on her again?” Brooke seethed.“I regretted when I hit on Jeannine,” I admitted. “Marla didn’t deserve that.” Marla purred like a cute, happy kitten. “Would I cheat this time?” I let that hang out there.“Yes…yes I would and that’s why I don’t want to give Marla and me another try until I’m a somewhat more reliable lover for her,” I sighed.“But why!” Brooke screamed. She was starting to cry - again.“I’m me, Brooke,” I shrugged. “Not only can I not say 'no’, I can rarely say 'maybe later’.”Humor, blame acceptance (I’m a dog) and yet 'not my fault because slutty girls hit on me’.“How can men be so heartless?” Brooke choked back another sob.“There are good guys out there,” I assured Brooke. Libra edged closer. Brooke moved to the edge of the bed. I reached behind my back, grabbed a pillow and put it on my lap.See, by covering up my crotch I was being considerate of Brooke’s sensibilities, proving, despite EVERY other piece of evidence indicating I was out for sex, I was only here for moral support.“You approached your relationship with honesty and clear intentions. Trent wanted nothing more than to use you to pad his portfolio,” I continued.“Face it, you’re beautiful, smart, cultured and have the best education,” I said. I hadn’t a clue how good Vassar was, or how well Brooke had done there. Also, call attractive women beautiful; they like the boost. Call beautiful women smart; it is not a complement they normally get. “You were the perfect choice.” Brooke was eating it up.“I’m not the perfect choice?” Libra nudged me.“You are from New England, Libra. Trent is from New York and was looking for a Southern girl to make himself look more cosmopolitan,” I appeared deeply serious. That bit was total bullshit. I had no clue about the geopolitics of the top 1%.As far as I knew about Trent, he was already too inbred with all the New York families, so a girl from Virginia was a safe bet for children with the appropriate number of fingers and toes. To be fair, Brooke was better looking than Libra, or Marla, but nothing short of torture would make me say that.“Yeah,” Libra mused, “Trent was always so superficial about that - but never in front of you Brooke,” she added.“I hate that I’m only finding all these horrible things about him now,” Brooke screwed up her face. She sat on the bed, was clearly uncomfortable - with the comforter - and then pushed farther onto the bed until she was next to my strategically placed pillow. Whatever animal I am identified with, the general consensus is that I’m a terribly lucky member of the breed.Marla spotted Brooke’s move and decided that a little bit of demarcation was in order. She snaked a hand und the pillow and began stroking my phallus. Marla was my bed-buddy. We had a history. She was also the youngest and the little sister of one of the other combatants. Rich, pretty, petty girls don’t share well - why should they?The doorbell rang. That would be the liquor store that made home deliveries…I had clearly been living in the wrong part of the world most of my life.“Marla, go get the door,” Libra commanded. “It is a delivery.”“Why?” Marla protested. “I’m the only one naked.” What was I then? Wearing a pillow?“Consider it a tip for the delivery boy,” Libra teased her sister wickedly. “Or, would you rather stay in a hotel tonight?” Marla muttered 'bitch’ as she slipped to the foot of the bed then left. It was time to hasten the undressing process.“I need to go to the bathroom and…clean up,” I told Libra.“Right around the corner,” she smiled. I brushed against Brooke as I left, pillow in place, and limped down the hall. The delivery boy wasn’t a problem. It was a girl, around 160 cm and 44 kg - a little thing with a hand truck and a case of whatever.“Hi,” she waved shyly.I had to wonder why she wasn’t more freaked out about a man wearing a pillow edging out of one room and down the hall. The look I was getting wasn’t your normal reaction. I felt really bad for myself that I’d never get promoted to a lifestyle what would allow this thing to be common place. Wait - my cock had something to say; reality and cranium be damned.“Hey Sexy,” I smiled at her. “When do you get off work?”“Dammit Cáel, I’m standing right here!” Marla snapped. The girl looked from the naked chick who was signing for the order then back to me - the almost naked guy.“Ah…this might not be a good time,” the deliver girl hesitated.“I know this looks bad, but nothing is going on. I have a girl who is a friend and her guy dumped her today so we’re just doing a little commiserating,” I perjured myself.“I didn’t drive like a maniac down here for only one round of sex, Mister,” Marla announced.“Oh - okay then,” she turned to Marla. “I’m sorry about your break up…Ms. Chalmers.”“Ms. Chalmers is my sister,” Marla stared at the girl somewhat impatiently.“Well then, I’m sorry for your sister’s unfortunate romantic entanglement,” the girl backpedaled.“My sister didn’t get dumped. It was her best friend, Brooke,” Marla explained.The service girl looked back at me, somewhat in awe.“How many women do you have back there?” she motioned to the bedroom.“Two,” shouted Libra. “Now give me my tequila. I want to be drunk before I fuck this guy.”“Aaahhh,” Delivery girl looked even more confounded. “Is there a problem?”“Ah, no. I’m simply not in their social class…and I sort took her little sister’s virginity,” I said.“That would be me,” Marla glared at the plebian - the one who wasn’t me.“And her aunt,” I completed.“At the same time?” the girl gasped.“No…” my interest was piqued by that vision though.“No!” yelled Marla. “He’s fucking me - again, and my sister and her best friend tonight. Don’t you have somewhere you need to be?” she stared at the working stiff.“You don’t look like the average boy-toy,” D-Girl was clearly taunting Marla now.“I’m not. I’m property of a tribe of Amazons who use me for target practice,” I joked. Oddly enough, it was the truth but I didn’t expect her to believe that. “These are just some chicks I met at a bar - expect for Marla. I met her at college where she schooled me to a whole new level of ecstasy.” That made Marla smug and happy.“You - go,” Marla barked to D-Girl. “Where are you going?” she questioned me.“I need to go to the bathroom,” I told her.“Fine, but don’t go jumping out of the window like you did last time I saw you,” Marla warned me.“Wow…we are on the seventeenth floor,” I sighed. “I really don’t want you to scream and throw books at me yet I think plummeting to my death would still be my primary concern.”“Fine,” D-Girl shrugged. “I’m going.” She rolled her hand-truck to the door. Before Marla could shut it. “Nice to meet you…” Having a rather unique name rocks. I’ve been warned that come Paternity Suit time, it won’t be nearly so cool.“Cáel Nyilas,” I waved good-bye. “N-Y-I-L-A-S.” Marla slammed the door shut then put her back to it.“You are reprehensible,” she gave me the sultriest purr. Yeah, I was a bad, bad boy and those three were going to spank me with their kitties to put me in my place. Life can be thankless, demanding and unrewarding at times…I’m sure that will happen to me eventually. I stumped off to the bathroom, dropped my (unused) rubber in the trash, washed up, didn’t find lube but massage oil would do for tonight and returned to the bedroom.Oh my God! All their clothes had fallen off! What was I to do? Libra was in the middle, Brooke was closest to me, and Marla was unhappily on the far side of Libra. All were resting their upper backs and heads against the headboard. Brooke was drinking 'my’ Scotch, Libra had her tequila, leaving Marla with a Bordeaux.I put the pillow down by the foot of the bed, slipping my oily lubricant underneath the pillow. That was for later. I crawled/pulled myself up the middle. Libra was polite, if not sincere.“Take care of Brooke first,” Libra said.“I’d rather show her some things and let her decide what she likes,” I countered.Yes. I was telling Libra I was going to use her body as a surrogate fuck-toy to amuse her friend and by the look in her eyes, she was all for it.“I really don’t want to have sex right now anyway,” Brooke lied. In sex, only the top lips lie. An un-coaxed vagina glistening with arousal is about as honest a plea for sex there is.I deftly slipped on my next condom before 'tripping’ and landing my chin on Libra’s stomach.“Whoops,” I grinned at her. She gave me a famished look. “Well, since I’m here,” I eyebrow-pumped. My body backed up enough so that I was even with her labia. Keeping eye contact with Libra, I took my first tongue stab - rolling the tongue and penetrating her vagina like a mini-cock. Her lips parted and her chest inhaled deeply.Marla moaned wantonly, inspired by previous encounters with me. I didn’t let myself be distracted. This was Libra’s place, we all where here at her sufferance and Brooke had foisted me on her so now I was 'her’ guy. By girl-logic, that meant she went first and I better let everyone know she was first. All of this ignored me and Marla’s earlier romp of course.Libra was a naughty little slut. She tried to hide her hot spots from me using distractions and deceptions. It took me five minutes to figure out her game. Then I waited for the right moment.“I thought you said this guy was good, Maaaaaaa!!” Libra wailed to Marla. Libra was a clit-nibbler. I took that proffered bit of delicate femininity and made it my bitch.In the first few seconds I had realized Libra was an anal virgin. A few seconds after I ambushed her I decided to do something about that. Brooke being an anal virgin was a no-brainer. Neither woman was 'that’ kind of woman and they’d given Marla a tough time because of it - or so I imagined. I worked a third finger into her snatch. Libra was vocally expressive somewhat similar to her sister…and aunt.When I slipped one finger past her sphincter, Libra whelped then whimpered. She was far too busy building up to her climax to protest. She did tilt her head so that we could make eye contact again. She wanted to form the words to make me stop, but the pleasure robbed her of the necessary concentration.Libra’s fists balled up in the comforter, her head rolled back and she began escalating to her own operatic concerto. Man, I loved these Chalmers’s women and their arias.“What was that?” Brooke shook the amorously frayed Libra.“That was an orgasm,” Marla snickered. “I warned you that Cáel punched all my buttons.”“Libra, have you been faking it all these years?” Brooke gasped.“Mmmm…yeah - I guess I have,” Libra panted. “That was niccccce,” she murmured. “Cáel, do it again.”“No way,” Brooke grabbed my arm. “It is my turn!” So much for not wanting to have sex with me.Libra made a feeble effort to keep me in place. Brooke was insistent. I didn’t let her pull me into her lap, instead falling fully upon her body. She was momentarily put off by the scent of Libra’s cunt juices on my face, but quickly came around. We were kissing and licking each other’s faces in no time.The Scotch was good. I could taste it on her lips and inhaled it with her breath. I slipped into her vagina with minimal effort and no resistance. Trent had been getting the job done in the bedroom. That didn’t stop him from being a dunce and misusing Brooke. Slowly, as I kept easing in and out of her, Brooke began squinting. When she closed her eyes, I decided on what she needed.“What are you doing?” Brooke muttered as I began rolling us onto our sides. She was looking at me once more.“Close your eyes,” I whispered. She squinted again, but didn’t fully close them. When I withdrew my penis from her steamy folds, she stiffened.“I don’t like that,” Brooke insisted while her eyes remained slits.“You don’t want to do what you’ve done - with him, Brooke,” I murmured. “You want to do something new; something that says you’ve moved on.” She bought it. Brooke let me roll her over then pushed up into the classic doggy style position - which she claimed 'not to do’.She was confused when I pushed her hips back down to the bed. I carefully poised my body over hers, balancing on my right leg and both arms. Brooke didn’t know what to make of the first kiss on the back of her head. I wasn’t romantic - I was a dick to be shoved into her a few times to take her mind off of her pain. That was her opinion of me.'Fucks’ didn’t gently kiss you, caress your hair, neck and shoulders with his nose and lips, eliciting amorous noises from the girl they were gratifying. Brooke began radiate peace and contentment as I tenderly lavished attention on her. As a reward, she gave me what I wanted, namely her body plus an unspoken promise of a follow-up encounter.I had Brooke pushing her ass up against me after an indeterminate time. She had transformed from 'in control and basic’ to urging me to 'do what I will’ to her body. As predicted, Brooke was an anal virgin too. I pulled her hips back up then worked my cock in all the way into her vagina until her soaking vulva was pressed against my pelvis. A few careful strokes came next.My slamming hard into her cunt, caught Brooke and the others off-guard. Brooke grunted, started to protest then had her utterance stolen away by the next pile-driving thrust. After that, it was too late. I lost track of the number of Brooke’s orgasms. I didn’t really care. My goal was the fuck the Trent right out of her.The first time Libra attempted to intervene and save her friend, my fierce glower turned her back. The second time, Marla kept her from yanking on my arm. When I finally shot off, Brooke was past caring. I lowered us back down to the bed and began showering her with kisses again. She was making contented little moans then twisted her head around, requesting a bit of lip action.“Happy,” Brooke sighed dreamily.“I can tell,” Libra was a bit peeved.“Trent who?” Brooke giggled. Mission success! Oh, she’d be a few decades despising the bastard yet I had given her a far more passionate experience to balance out the pain and emptiness that had been inflicted on her.Women, don’t thank me. Thank my mentor, Kimberly, who taught me that a penis without experience and imagination was like a car without tires, or gas. It might attract attention, but then what do you do with the damn thing?“Come home with me, Cáel,” Brooke said between tongue tussles.“Brooke, I have a job, I need to be back at eleven tonight, and we do have some company, remember?” I reminded her - of the two ladies right next to us on the bed.“Me next,” Marla beamed.“I’m not a carnival ride,” I grumbled. I was. Fessing up wouldn’t help me negotiate later.“How about you three let me get cleaned up then, Marla, I want your ass again. I’ve really missed the way it turned you on,” I grinned seductively at the youngest woman. I wanted to have anal sex with all three. Brooke’s libido was too steamed up to hold out for long. Libra wanted more sex yet wouldn’t let me near her precious Heine until she saw Marla get all torn up.I confess I was strongly motivated by a desire to simply fuck those two up the ass because they were stuck-up bitches who looked down on me. I’m not perfect by any stretch of the imagination and I use sex appeal to get what I want - namely sex. I got out of bed, kissed Brooke on each buttocks then limped away to wash off.When I came back they were in a furtive discussion.“We’ve decided I’ll go next,” Libra purred.“Oh,” I stopped. “I’ll get dressed and be on my way now. Marla, I have my own apartment plus a place at corporate we can crash.”“Wait,” Libra sat up, caught between outrage and need. “What’s wrong with me?”“You are perfectly scrumptious, but there is a fundamental misunderstanding of why I am here,” I lectured them. Now to throw out a curveball. “I’m here for Brooke. She was the one betrayed by my co-worker. She didn’t deserve any part of that.”“If this is how you two (Marla and Libra) want to treat me, I’m gone. Brooke can find me if she wants me. Marla and I have a history, so I owe her - thus the invite. Libra, I like you, but I have to have my priorities before I think of myself and what I might want,” I explained. I was lying. Had it only been Libra and me, I’d have been nailing her until 10:45.If it was just Marla - ditto. Brooke - ditto again. The emotional dynamics became a little more complicated when it came to any two of them, but my stance would be the same. I was the guy. I stuck my dick in. If I didn’t get the sex I wanted, I would leave. If I pushed them too hard, they wouldn’t hesitate to show me the door. No one surrendered their decision making ability.They were still submitting to my lustful desires. Pointing that out would have not helped me achieve my objectives - namely the utilization of every condom in my stockpile.“Thank you, Cáel,” Brooke smiled at me with something akin to fondness. “Please stay.”“If you really want to have sex with Marla, I’ll understand,” Libra conceded.Before I even had a knee on the bed, Marla squealed happily and presented her ass for fucking. If the other two had any suspicions about the massage oil suddenly appearing in my hand, they kept their questions to themselves. Anal sex was nasty, dirty and degrading - something only 'those’ kinds of girls did. They had never experienced it.Had their boyfriends ever had a on a porno with anal sex, they would have yelled at their guys and made them cut it off. No one told Marla this. By the time one of the other girls in her social circle brought this up, all she could do was nod and keep her erotic achievements to herself.“Damn Marla,” I teased. “Have you not let anyone else back here since we were last together?”“I find it awkward to ask,” Marla whimpered as I worked my first finger deep inside. “Aaahhh - this only reminds me more of how much I’ve missed you.”“Try not to make me cum before I’m ready,” I begged Marla - points for me all around. The only thing a woman wants more than to control her partner’s orgasm is an orgasm of her own.“Ah - ah - ah, I’ll try,” Marla gasp-giggled. No, she was going to work my cock over with her rectal muscles with every trick she could recall.“That doesn’t look comfortable,” Brooke commented as I began working my second digit into Marla’s butthole. She had actually half-crawled over Libra to get a better view.I was about to develop an awkward moment of helplessness. I winced. Brooke caught it.“Are you okay?” Brooke touched my right forearm. The one that was pumping two fingers into Marla’s ass.“Um,” I sounded embarrassed. “My leg is killing me…I can’t…um…it is embarrassing.”“What is it?” Brooke insisted.“I need…ah…to coat my cock with massage oil so I can penetrate Marla the moment she’s ready,” I gulped. Totally false. There is no 'Golden Second’ for anal dicking. I could easily lube up my dick then penetrate Marla, but I selfishly wanted to get Brooke involved in some kinkiness.“Ah, okay,” Brooke acquiesced immediately. She doled out three squirts of oil into her palm then began coating my condom-covered tool. Her placing her face only centimeters away while she worked my to

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Hollingsworth Jr. is an oddly ubiquitous character who popped up in the strangest places in the West Memphis 3 story.  L.G. was listed among possible teenage suspects just days after the killings.  Two lists were compiled by Lt. James Sudbury from information from Steve Jones and Jerry Driver, familiar with the teens as Juvenile Court officers.  One list had Damien Echols at the top, followed by Jason Baldwin, L.G., Domini Teer and, further down, Murray Ferris. A similar list had Echols at the top, followed by Baldwin, L.G., Domini and, further down, Ferris and Chris Littrell.  While  all the others were often listed as members of a Satanic group or witch cult,  there's little evidence that L.G. was involved in occult activity.  Jessie Misskelley. though well-known to law enforcement, was not on the lists. Like Jessie, L.G.  was in frequent trouble with the law. Investigators soon discovered he called or visited Domini, his “cousin,” regularly and was well acquainted with Echols. Hollingsworth also had formed a friendship with an older man that officers found questionable.  L.G.'s aunt, Narlene Hollingsworth, called in a tip on May 9 that added to early suspicions about L.G. Besides stating she had seen Damien and Domini walking away from the murder site on May 5, she said  “L.G. made a statement on Thursday that he knew about what happened before anyone else. L.G. has 666 on the side of his shoes.” Narlene made a similar claim about Echols' boots.  In a case loaded with confusing family relations, the Hollingsworth connections were particularly elaborate. When asked on the stand during the Echols/Baldwin trial to identify L.G., Narlene said, “... He's my ex-husband's son, which is -” The attorney asked, “So it'd be your step son -- at one time he was your step son then.” Narlene: “No.” Scott Davidson: “No?” Narlene: “No, I'm - I'm his aunt through marriage. It's just by marriage.” Davidson: “You're his aunt by marriage. But he's your ex-husband's son?” Narlene: “Yes sir. I know it's confusing.” Davidson: “I'm confused on that one. Now, L.G. is you -” Narlene: “- Ex-husband's -” Davidson: “-Ex-husband's son, but you're his aunt by marriage, how did that happen?” Judge David Burnett: “Is that really relevant? Let's don't try to sort it out,” prompting laughter in the courtroom.  Narlene wasn't just L.G.'s aunt. She had once been married to L.G. Sr., divorcing him after he became involved with her best friend. Narlene then married L.G. Sr.'s brother, Ricky Sr.  Narlene was also related after a fashion to Domini,  whose mother, Dian Teer, had a sister, Dixie Hufford, who was divorced from the father of Ricky Sr. and L.G. Sr.   Domini named Dixie Hollingsworth (Hufford) as one of her relatives in an early interview.  Hufford was tied in with the Echols sighting, as well as reports of the puzzling activities of L.G. Narlene continually referred to Hufford as Dixie Hollingsworth and described her on the stand as “my ex-husband's use to be step mother” (Narlene and Ricky divorced between the time of the sighting and the trial). The Teers rented a trailer in Lakeshore from Pamela Hollingsworth, who was Narlene's sister and had married into the Hollingsworth family.  L.G. Jr. spent much of May 5 riding around with Narlene and hanging around Domini before showing up late that evening at the Flash Market laundromat on Ingram Boulevard,  managed by his grandfather's ex-wife, Hufford.  After Narlene's tip, West Memphis police made contact with L.G. the next day, Monday, May 10.  Hollingsworth was a  dark-haired 17-year-old ninth-grade dropout recently employed as a sacker at the Big Star West grocery. He had “little gangster” tattooed on his right biceps and a cross on his left first finger.  The use of “little gangster” drew on his name, L.G.; the initials did not stand for anything.  No record seems available on the May 10 interview, but apparently L.G. said little that would allay suspicions.  At the time that police were talking to L.G., down the hall they were interviewing Echols, who named L.G. as a possible suspect.  Police promptly searched the Hollingsworth home on McCauley Circle, just around the corner from the murder site, and confiscated a knife in a sheath and four pairs of tennis shoes. That afternoon, L.G.'s name appeared in a tip from an anonymous caller taken by Mike Allen “who stated she had overheard that a Dominick & a Damion killed the three little boys & that L.G. last name unknown took and laudered there clothes. Caller stated that Damon had body parts in a box from the children. The caller stated that she didn't want to give her name & that she heard that L.G.'s mother was going to lie about L.G.'s whereabouts.” Information about “body parts in a box” persisted well into the investigation, though nothing conclusive was determined about the notorious “stinky box.” L.G. said the box contained test papers from a vo-tech class.  Also on May 10, police interviewed Narlene at her trailer in Lakeshore. She told Detective Charlie Dabbs and Lt. Diane Hester about sighting Damien and Domini walking along the service road near the Blue Beacon about 9:30 p.m. on May 5. She and her family had gone to pick up Hufford.  “… So, then when I talked to Dixie Hollingsworth, I got to the laundry mat, she said that L.G. Hollingsworth had just left from there in some car. And, I said uh, that's funny, she said that it is and she never did say why, and I thought it was funny, but I thought that he had just left from there and they were coming down the street.”  “She never did say why, and I thought it was funny” would sum up the episode of L.G. at the laundromat.  Narlene had found out about the missing boys the day after the killings while driving L.G. to his first day of work at Big Star, describing intuitive suspicions and hunches in her distinctively vivid style. “It was late, well, when I come back over in this area, again Thursday, because I promise L.G. that I would take him to work, cause he didn't have no way but me, OK, when I come back down the street, I seen a white car that belonged to a policeman or an undercover car, you know and they were two others out there too, and there was a crowd of people gathered around and I said, that's unusual.” This occurred at about 10 a.m. at Barton and 14th. “Cause they were all gathered up there and I didn't know what was going on, so I went down there and L.G. was saying, get me on to work. So, anyway I went on and got him on to work, so then later on that day he got off early ... I know he come to my house about 2:40 or a quarter to three and I thought that he would be working a little later than that on Wednesday, but anyway my kids started hollering about those kids, you know ... and later on that night, he came over there in a yellow car with some boxes in them, now what was in the boxes I don't know. The kids said that the box was about this big and some thing like this and they didn't know what was in the box, but he said don't look at it, don't touch it, don't step on it or I'll hurt you. …" Narlene had seen L.G. earlier on May 10, much to the surprise of her interrogators. “…The day I run into L.G. the day at the police department, he begged me to go in there and sit down with his mother and I said, I can't do that. He said that I wasn't at no laundry mat Wednesday night, I said, yes you was, he said, naw I wasn't, I said yes you was, cause Ricky Hollingsworth” — so says the transcript but Narlene was referring to Dixie, not Ricky — “said that I had just missed you. I said, you better stop lying or they are going to get you for murdering these children, and they are going to want to know why you lie,  he said alright, I was there, I said I know you was.” Narlene told Dabbs and Hester that the encounter had not been on Thursday, as they first assumed, but that day at the police station. Narlene explained, “I went there to pay my husband's fine of $25 that he got in trouble and he got a DUI, I think …. Today I went down there to pay on his fine, L.G. come running out of the building where the police department, he said you go in there and tell them that you are mommy and I said, no, I won't. I said where is your mother and he said, I don't know but she won't come up there with me, I said, well, I said, they will ask you some questions and you answer them, I said, they will let you go. And then if you start telling a bunch of lies and they catch you in them, he said well uh, I wasn't over there in that area that day, I said, yes you was L.G., and then he said, I was, I said, I know you was. “He said, if you start saying that about Damien, you're going to get in trouble, I said, well, the mommy is up there saying stating that he was, Damien was with her all the time. I said, well the mommy is a liar ain't she. …” Police didn't take a statement from “the mommy,” apparently referring to the never-credible Pamela Hutchison, until two days later, May 12. Narlene continued: “He said, you seen him coming down the street, I said, yes L.G. and I am not lying for him. I am not scared of that boy. He said, well don't you put yourself in that kind of trouble, well I'm going to take care of L.G.” As Narlene predicted, L.G. remained under suspicion long into the case.  Suspicions still linger.  The next day, May 11, police got another tip about L.G. from Robin Taylor, a third-grade teacher in Horn Lake, Miss., just south of Memphis.  According to the report on her phone call, “This date a 8 year old student told her that she needed to talk to her about the murders in West Memphis. “The girl said that her cousin came home that he is 19 and that he had blood on his clothes and himself. “That her cousin had something concealed in a box and put it in his car and told his family that if they even went near the car he would kill them. “Her Aunt said she would lie for him if he was involved and tell the police he was with her at the time of the murders. “That the police had already talked to her cousin. “Teacher advised that this was a good and usually quiet student and it would be out of character for her to lie.” Notes indicated the student was Sara Hollingsworth, daughter of Debra Hollingsworth, The cousin was L.G., and two of the aunts were L.G.'s mother Linda and Narlene.  Also, “Sara was afraid her dad would find out she told.”  The notes also indicated that L.G. was thinking about going to Georgia and that he had arranged children's clothing on the table at the laundromat. L.G. was talking about getting out of town, but to Kentucky not Georgia.  There was no other mention of L.G. having children's clothing at the laundromat.  Most of the victims' clothing was found stuck at the ends of large sticks thrust into the ditch bed.  Police did not contact the Horn Lake Hollingsworths until well after  the arrests. Detectives made a number of attempts to contact Debra Hollingsworth on June 15 and drove to her home June 16, only to find no one there.  A neighbor said they were at a church camp. Police left a note asking her to call.  Durham finally talked to Sarah on June 17.  “The interview took place at the Christian church camp near Sardis, Miss. Mrs. Debra Hollingsworth, mother of Sarah, was present. Sarah denied ever seeing L.G. Hollingsworth with blood on his clothes and said she did not see him put anything in his car or threaten anybody. She denied knowing anything about this alleged incident.” Other than rumors and anonymous tips, there was little evidence that L.G. did more at the laundromat than drop by briefly to get a telephone number.  Questions about the “stinky box” may linger forever.  The primary evidence, the confessions of Misskelley, made no mention of any involvement of L.G. or anyone other than the West Memphis 3.   Questions about Hollingsworth's involvement remained purely circumstantial for decades. Then a couple of career criminals serving long terms in Arkansas prisons on rape convictions gave sworn statements in 2013  that L.G., Buddy Lucas, Terry Hobbs and David Jacoby killed the boys after being discovered at a sex and drugs orgy in Robin Hood Hills. The story got some play in the news, but investigators did not take the wild story seriously.  Back in 1993, however, Hollingsworth's inability to come up with a consistent, corroborated alibi caused serious doubt about his professed innocence. Soon after his first interview with police on May 10, L.G. was given a polygraph test.  The results of the polygraph show up in a brief report on the www.callahan.8k.com Web site: “Didn't know boys had been killed until Thursday 3 p.m. when his aunt told him” And “Last time in Robin Hood Hills was Jan. or Feb.” “Says he suspects Damien.”  The notes indicate deception in the answer about Damien.  While it seems unlikely that L.G. would gone out of his way to help Echols, L.G. was on friendly terms with Domini.  He told investigators he went to the laundromat to get Domini's number. Her standing alibi was that she was home all evening with her mother and not on the telephone until 10 p.m., when she and Damien began a long telephone argument.  On May 20, police had received a tip that Dixie “Hubbard use to be Hollingsworth” had told “someone” that two boys and a girl came in the laundromat where she worked on Ingram at  10-10:30 p.m. on May 5 to clean mud and blood off their clothes.  “Boone,” the tipster, said she was related to one of them, whose name was Hollingsworth.  Bryn Ridge and Gary Gitchell visited Hufford, 50, on May 20 at her townhouse apartment.   Ridge wrote:  “She reported that L.G. Hollingsworth came to the Laundry where she works on 5-5-93 in a small light colored car and asked her for Domini's number. This occurred at about 9:00 to 9:30PM. Dixie stated that Narlene and Ricky Hollingsworth picked her up from work at a few minutes before 10:00PM that night and took her home. “Dixie came to work later and Linda Hollingsworth came in asking about where L.G. had been during the evening on 5-5-93. When Dixie told her of him coming in to the laundry in the small car she asked if she was sure that it wasn't Richard Simpson's car. Dixie stated that she knew Richard's car and that it was not his…. “Dixie stated that we need to talk to Linda Hollingsworth but for us to know that she believes she will likely try to protect L.G. “Dixie believed that L.G. had on a white shirt and tie that night he came to the laundry.”   Hufford made no mention of L.G.  — or anyone else  — washing mud and blood off clothes.  Linda was L.G.'s mother, and there is no record of the police talking with her.   L.G. said he was at Simpson's home in the evening; Simpson initially denied that. L.G. was driving a car unfamiliar to family members.  Why was he wearing a white shirt and tie to visit a laundromat?  Simpson did remember loaning him a tie, and Hollingsworth was scheduled to start his new job on May 6. The L.G. story took a brief detour to Kentucky, where L.G.  traveled with Simpson to see L.G.'s “fiancee,” Liza McDaniels.  West Memphis police received a message from Sgt. Jim Dorrow in Caldwell, Ky., on May 16, concerning Simpson and L.G., who had been riding a yellow 1979 Ford LTD around Princeton, Ky., in a suspicious manner.   They had rented two rooms in a motel.   Liza's uncle and aunt alerted police about the tryst. Liza was found in bed with L.G.  Simpson produced an ID showing he was a building inspector with the West Memphis Police Department. The car was registered to Tri-State Word Ministries of West Memphis.  Simpson identified himself as a 49-year-old building inspector for the City of West Memphis as well as a nondenominational minister.  The sheriff's office there checked out Simpson's ID with Gitchell and sent L.G. and Simpson back to West Memphis. Ridge conducted another  interview on May 26 with Hollingsworth, who gave permission for blood and hair samples to be taken.  Said Ridge: “LG stated that he didn't know  anything about the murders and that on Wednesday he was with Richard Simpson at his house from 05:30 PM until about 9:30 PM. He stated that after that he went home just before his mother arrived home. He stated that he got on the phone with Domini and was talking with her about the problems that she and Damien were having and that is when his mother came in about 10:00 PM. … “I next interviewed Richard Simpson who stated that L.G. was not with him during that period of time until Thursday evening.”  L.G. seemed highly interested in Domini's troubled relationship with Damien; by her own account, she argued with Echols that evening as well as the next day.  Ridge first talked to Simpson on May 13, following interviews with L.G. on May 10 and 11.  While Simpson's statements did little to bolster the various stories from L.G.,  Simpson was inconsistent about L.G.'s activities on May 5, other than stating that L.G. had not been at his home that evening. Simpson gave permission to search his home and his yellow 1979 Ford LTD (which supposedly contained the “smelly box”). Police found nothing suspicious. He denied direct knowledge of the murders.  Simpson had met L.G. after the teen introduced himself at Blockbuster Video. He felt sorry for the boy.  “His family very hard on him.” Notes on the interview stated:  “… Believe that LG told of incident on Wednesday month to 6 weeks ago left & came back from someone very strong in satanic belief. Boy apparently hated L.G.” The somewhat  cryptic note made a clear reference to Echols.  Simpson took a polygraph test May 14 and said  he knew nothing about the killings.  He told police “L.G. thinks Damon may have done it.” No deception was indicated. Simpson talked to Ridge again on May 26, after another unsatisfactory interview with L.G. Ridge reported: “He advised me that he could not remember for sure but that he did not have L.G. Hollingsworth over at his house on 5-5-93. Wednesday evening, however he stated that L.G. called him at about 6:30 PM and requested that he come and get him. He stated that he thought that L.G. was at his home when he received the phone call. He again stated that he was not with L.G. at that time. “Richard stated that he was with L.G. on Thursday evening and that L.G. spent the night with him. He further stated that L.G. spent the weekend with him and that on Friday evening he and L.G. went to a restaurant on Poplar in Memphis. He stated that L.G. did drink some beer and a margarita at the restaurant and that he also drank a margarita while at the bar. … “Richard stated that he did remember L.G. borrowed a tie and shirt from him but that he couldn't remember when exactly he borrowed the tie. Richard stated that if L.G. stated that he borrowed the tie on that date, 050593 he wouldn't argue that but that he didn't think that this occurred on the Wednesday 050593.” Simpson took another polygraph examination.  Durham's note on the session said “Wed 5-5-93 said L.G. came over sometime after 5 pm to borrow a white shirt — he loaned L.G. a shirt & a tie and then gave L.G. a ride back home around 9 p.m. or 9:30 p.m. “Said L.G was at his house from 6:30 p.m. to 9:15 p.m. — Richard then gave L.G. a ride home. … “Says not sure of date.” This time Simpson failed the test.  Durham noted, however, that “Subject moved during test — yawned and appeared to be attempting counter-measures to distort the test.” Simpson told him he had taken pain pills because he had a kidney stone. He then changed his story and told police that L.G. had not been at his house May 5 but had come over that  Thursday and spent the weekend. Simpson did not clear up questions about L.G.    Ridge interviewed a Simpson house guest, architectural engineer Laszlo Benyo, on May 27. The statement from Benyo, a 45-year-old married architect from Budapest, did not clear up questions about L.G. Ridge reported: “When asked about the date of Wednesday 5-5-93. He stated that he was living with Richard Simpson during that time and that he is certain that he was at home during the evening. He knows L.G. and another young black/male who used to come over. He didn't remember L.G. coming over on that Wednesday. He stated that he heard of the murder on Thursday evening when he was discussing with Richard his traveling plans and Richard brought up the murder of the three boys. He remembered that on Friday morning Richard took him to the airport for a flight he made to New Orleans. He stated that some days ago Richard became upset about L.G. calling quite late at night. This occurred last week. He stated that Richard sometimes cooked for L.G. He stated again that on the night before the conversation came up about the boys that L.G. didn't come over. “On the night before the conversation. He stated that he once … answered the phone and it was L.G.'s mother.”  She asked him to tell L.G. to call her back. So Benyo seemingly remembered L.G.'s mother seeking him on May 5 and not finding him either at home or at Simpson's.   In a May 20, 1993, story in the West Memphis Evening Times,  contradicting his account of hearing about the murders from Simpson, Benyo said he had been out of town when he heard about the murders.  Benyo continues to work in his own firm as an architect in Budapest. Domini made no mention in any of her statements about talking to L.G. on the evening of May 5. She said she talked to Damien on May 5 starting around 10 p.m.  Why would Hollingsworth go to the trouble of going to the laundromat to get her phone number if he didn't call soon after?  He had seen her earlier that day and would see her several times the next day but he apparently was feeling an immediate need to call.  Why would he not act on the information?  While he gave contradictory versions of other events,  there was no contradicting evidence suggesting that he had not sought out Domini's number.  On Sept. 2, 1993, L.G. gave another statement, this time to John Fogleman.  L.G. had moved from 724 McCauley Circle and was living with Simpson. Asked about his job search on May 5 with Narlene,  he said: “Well,  we went, uh, she was supposed to come over to my house, and she never did, so I borrowed Richard's car, and I went over to her house …. OK, and I come over there too early, so I took her kids to school. … And then, I left there, no that was the day after, I'm sorry. She come over to the house, and got me, and we went over there. She took the kids to school. And then we went job hunting. …” He got a job at the Big Star West Broadway, near the high school. Then “we got tired and went to Sonic, and then we got tired, so we was going to go home. … And on the way, she took me to my house and there wasn't nobody there. … So, I told her to take me to my mom's work … So on the way there, she had a wreck, and we stayed there at the wreck and after we left the wreck, we went to her insurance company … And then I went over to her house. No, I didn't. I went to my mom's work and got the key, and then I went home. … Well, I stayed there until my mom got there.” He said Linda got home about 8:30 p.m., or “7:30 somewhere around there.” He said he had stayed at his aunt's until around 5 p.m. He had seen Damien that afternoon. “Well I went over to Domini's and he was there, and I seen him before I left. … It was about 3 hours before I left my aunt's. … Yeah, I'd say about 1:00.” He stayed “about 20 minutes.” He said Domini and Dian Teer and Echols were there, making no mention of Kenneth Watkins.  Dian told  Fogleman that L.G. had been at their trailer on May 5 and May 6.  Fogleman asked L.G.: “Did you see them again at any time?” L.G.: “Yes, I was, I said I was going to go ahead and walk home. So I was going over to my old aunt's to see if she was going to give me a ride.” This “old aunt” was Pam Hollingsworth, Dian's sister. L.G.: “And then I seen Damien right there at the corner, and …” Fogleman: “OK. Was he by himself?” L.G.: “Yes, uh well, I seen him before that, I was walking over to my aunt's, and him and Domini was out there arguing. … And Domini went her way, and he was standing on the other street … Like he didn't know what to do. … And then I left there and went to my aunt's to talk to her.” Fogleman: “About what time was that when you saw them arguing?” L.G.: “I'd say about 4:30. … Anyway then my aunt said that she couldn't give me a ride, so I walked outside, and I seen Damien standing at the corner, and I asked him where he fixing to go, and he said my mom's coming to get me, and this was at 5 minutes till 5:00. …” Fogleman: “Alright, are you sure that it was that day?” L.G.: “Yes. … Anyway, then my aunt took me home.” Fogleman: “OK, was Damien, when you saw him, was he out there standing by himself?” L.G.: “Yes.”  L.G.'s story about seeing Damien at Lakeshore contradicted accounts from the Echols and Teer families and seemed to explain part of what actually happened — Echols being at Lakeshore, instead of going home, for a meeting with Baldwin and Misskelley later that afternoon.  L.G. said he did not know the name of the street but it was on a corner near where Baldwin lived.. Fogleman continued: “OK, then what happened?” L.G.: “My aunt come around the corner and she said, well come on, and I said alright. So I got in the car and she took me home.”  L.G. said his mother and a female friend were home when he arrived, and they were “fixin to go to” the home of Mona Robertson. This contradicted some of his other stories. Fogleman inserted: “Let me stop here and ask you, how are you able to remember all of this so well? You just ….” L.G.” “Well everytime you say another word, it becomes clear.” Fogleman: “But I'm talking about that particular, how do you remember that this happened on that particular day?” L.G.: “You're talking about Wednesday. I know what happened.” Fogleman: “Well, I know but it was …” L.G.: “A long time ago.” Fogleman: “Yes, it was a long time ago. How do you remember that so well? Is there anything in particular about that day that makes it stand out?” L.G.: “No, it was just a day. See I've been done with this so many times.” Fogleman: “With the police.” L.G.: “Yeah.” L.G. told Fogleman he had not gone over the story with anyone except the police, and “an investigator.”  Fogleman asked: “Do you remember the guy with the beard, that dresses real fancy?” in reference to Ron Lax.  L.G.: “If he's an investigator, that's who I talked to.”  Fogleman asked L.G. what happened after his mother and her friend left. L.G.: “Well, I stayed there for a little while, then I called my buddy Richard. Richard Simpson. …Then I went over to his house …. We sat there for a while, and uh, I don't really remember. I think he was tripping out or something…. Then, uh, I went over to go to another friend's house. And, he wasn't home, so I stopped at my aunt's work. Anyway, I left Richard's and he dropped me off home. … I believe, I'm not for sure. I get the days mixed up, but I know what happened.” So much for L.G.'s incredible memory. Fogleman: “OK. Let's talk about, now before you said that you went to Dixie's place of work. That's a laundromat.” L.G.: “Yeah.” Fogleman: “Alright, which day are you saying that is.” L.G.: “Uh.” Fogleman: “Alright, before, you said it was that Wednesday. Now, how did you get there?” L.G.: “Richard. I had his car. Richard's car. … Richard was in the car on the other side, and I was driving.” Fogleman: “Now, L.G., this is where we're going to start getting into some problems. Um, Richard says, that he saw you that night and it was just  for a few minutes, and that he didn't go with you to any  laundromat.” L.G.: “Yeah, he did.” Fogleman: “And your aunt says that she knows Richard's car, and the car you came in wasn't Richard's.” L.G. “Yes it was.” Fogleman: “Why did your aunt say that it wasn't and Richard said that it wasn't?” L.G.: “I don't know. I have no idea.” Fogleman: “You're going to stick with that?” L.G.; “Yes sir.” Fogleman, bearing down: “Who was it, L.G.? L.G.: “It was Richard.” Fogleman was moving into some of the toughest questioning in the the case, though ultimately to not much effect: “Do you know why he wouldn't say that it was him?” L.G.: “I have no idea.” Fogleman: “Why would he have any motivation not to say yes, I was with him, I took him up there?” L.G.: “I guess you'll have to ask him, because all I know is that we was together, and he knew it and I knew it. And we're still friends, and he didn't say nothing about it.” Fogleman: “What about your aunt?” L.G.: “I couldn't tell you nothing about that. I don't know why she said that.” Fogleman: “You're digging a hole, L.G.” After a long pause, L.G. responded: “That's the truth, man.” He went on to deny seeing Damien, Jason or Jessie that evening. Fogleman: “And you're sure about that?” L.G.: “Yes sir, cause I left there and I went home.” Fogleman: “And what did you do there at the laundromat?” L.G.: “I walked in and asked for Domini's number.” Fogleman: “Why?” L.G.: “Because I forgot her number.” He explained that Dixie Hufford would have the number because they were all related.     Fogleman: “OK. What happened the next night? The next day?” L.G.: “My aunt came over to get me, no … my aunt came over and got me and took me to Big Star, and I went to work.”  He started about 9.  This roughly agreed with Narlene's account of taking L.G. to work the next day.  Fogleman continued to express skepticism about L.G.'s story, alluding to Hufford's account: “I've got her saying that you came in there, but weren't with Richard. You weren't in his car, it was a different car. And then I've got Richard saying, no, it wasn't me that he was with. Now what would you believe if you were me?” L.G.: “Well, I don't know, I have no idea. I don't know why somebody would say that.”  Domini told investigators that she and Damien “took out stress on each other” the day after the killings. Multiple statements concurred that the teen couple had a major argument over the phone late in the evening May 5. Were they arguing that Wednesday afternoon? It doesn't seem unlikely.   One of Damien's complaints about L.G. was that L.G. had suggested that they swap girlfriends, which presumably would have paired L.G. with Domini.  Despite being “cousins,” they were only loosely related. L.G. showed up at Domini's house regularly for months and continued to call her after the arrests. Dian Teer explained to Fogleman about L.G.'s visits: “… He used to come over fairly often because he was going out with Domini's best girlfriend, Liza McDaniels … and they would come over sometime and if they'd stayed out too late and if  her mother had locked the door on her, they'd come over to our trailer and spend the night.” Asked about L.G.'s visit on May 5, Dian answered: “I don't know exactly what time he left , but they was supposed to be going to see about a job. And uh, his Aunt Narlene and his Aunt Pam both live in the trailer park too and he went I believe with Narlene, to see about the job. … He went over to her house. … It was probably about 12, something like that.” She had no recollection of any calls that evening from anyone except Damien around 10 p.m.  Domini was also questioned about L.G. during Fogleman's interviews with the Teers on Sept. 20. She did not mention L.G. visiting her trailer either day. Fogleman: “You confide in the L.G. don't you?” Domini: “That's my cousin.” Fogleman: “You talk to L.G. don't you?” Domini: “Yeah. …” Fogleman pressed her: “OK. Are you sure there's not something you want to tell us?” Domini: “Uh uh. Nope. I've told you just about everything I know.” Fogleman concluded the interview with this cryptic remark: “Alright … Well, I'll just let you and L.G. work that out.” In a October 2016 phone interview, Domini Ferris lightly dismissed any significance to her friendship with L.G. “We grew up as cousins and he went out with my best friend. That's about it. Nothing more to it than that.” She said she did not talk with him the evening of May 5 and had no idea  why he was seeking her phone number that night.  According to Kenneth Watkins, who spent much of May 5 hanging around with Domini, Damien and Jason after he had skipped school, “We went to Wal-Mart to play some video games, and L.G. came to Wal-Mart then we went back inside Wal-Mart to get away from him.” This description of events on May 5, which agrees with no one else's account, would have occurred between 3:30, when Baldwin got out of school, and 5:30, when Kenneth went home to babysit.   According to Watkins, in a Sept. 16, 1993, statement: “L.G. came over earlier that morning to talk … He just talked to Domini, I didn't really know it, he was just talking to Domini about moving to Kentucky or something like that, with his girlfriend. ...”  He said L.G. gave Domini "a little necklace. A black one, with a little green ball." Bryn Ridge asked Watkins: “OK, and what happened at Wal-Mart?” Kenneth: “We started playing games, then L.G. came up. We went inside and looked around at some tapes …” Ridge: “Alright — you said L.G. came up and y'all went inside to look at some tapes. There a conflict between L.G. and somebody?” Kenneth: “I think Damien said he didn't like L.G. They're always talking about him.” Ridge: “So, when L.G. came up,  was it Damien's idea to go in and go somewhere else?” Kenneth: “Yeah, he didn't want to talk with him.” Watkins said he thought L.G. left during the time they were walking about Wal-Mart over a period of about 30 minutes. Watkins' account of events at Domini's trailer earlier on May 5 corroborated closely with other statements; his story  about the late afternoon was largely uncorroborated and contradicted most other witness statements.   The case records at callahan.8k.com contain a recorded phone call between L.G. and Domini on Feb. 10, 1994, made after a Commercial Appeal article raised questions about L.G.  During a preliminary hearing, it was revealed that Echols had named L.G. as a potential suspect.  The headline: “Inquiry, trials haunt L.G. Hollingsworth.” L.G. was concerned because Baldwin and Echols had tried to implicate him, according to the story.  L.G. complained: “My name's in the paper.” Domini: “Oh really, about what?”  L.G. “What's, what's that guy uh with Damien? Michael or somebody … Jason, that's the name …. Jason, Jason is trying to say I killed them kids.” Domini: “What?” L.G. asked: “Now you know I didn't do it, don't you?” Domini: “Little Jason?' LG.: “Mm-hmmmm.” Domini: “Don't worry about it.” L.G.: “Now you know I didn't do it, now don't you?” Domini: “I don't know. I ain't saying nothing. I don't know who did it. I don't have an idea what's going on or what.” She told L.G. to not worry.  Domini reassured him that she knew nothing about the allegations and that Damien had said nothing to her about L.G.'s alleged involvement.  Then, in March 1994, with the Echols/Baldwin trial under way,  a prisoner named Tim Cotton, who had been in jail with L.G. in February after L.G.'s arrests on burglary and forgery charges, passed a note to jailers tipping them off about a major break in the case, if it panned out. Timothy Robert Cotton, 26, was among those questioned in the first days of the investigation after drawing attention during the search.  Like many others, but unlike either Echols or Misskelley, he passed a polygraph examination and was cleared as a suspect.      Nonetheless police received a number of tips about Cotton early in the case. One said:        “Ref: Tim Cotton “5/24 “F/W called advise that M/W first name either Tim or Tom is possibly responsible for the murder of the three 8 year old youths in Arkansas. Called advised that m/w is into self mutilation and has broken bottles and cut himself in the presence of his sister.  His sister advised the called that her brother had killed animals before and that when she heard about the boys she suspect her brothers involvement. Suspect's sister name is Tamara and she works as a cocktail waitress at the Gulfstream lounge. Caller stated that the reason she believes he is involved is that he works at the Blue Beacon Car Wash (The three youths were found behind the Blue Beacon) Caller advised that Tim has been in an institution and like to play around with 5-8 year old boys.” Charlie Dabbs took another tip on May 27: “Received a call from Sally Brady and Gina Riccio about the nite the boys were missing Wednesday nite and they were out driving around trying to assist in locating the missing boy. They advised they saw Tim Cotten from Lakeshore riding a bicycle that was green and yellow go into Robin Hood Woods at dead end of McCauley and as they were driving around … about 45 minutes to 1 hour later they saw him again coming from the other end of Robin Hood and was wet & muddy all over and they heard him tell some of the Search & Rescue people he had fallen in the bayou was going home and change clothes. They said he was a weird acting guy and just wanted to check him out. he was seen going in woods around 10 p.m. and coming out around 11 p.m.”   Cotton on May 8 told investigators that he did not know anything about the homicides but had helped in the search.  He had just started working at the Blue Beacon  and lived in the same neighborhood as the victims, not at Lakeshore.     He said he first learned the boys were dead around 3 p.m. Thursday when he overheard Gitchell.  He passed a polygraph test on May 8. Cotton eventually passed along his own tip. His note from March 4, 1994, pointed to L.G. Hollingsworth as the “4th Suspect.” The note, as preserved on callahan.8k.com, is difficult to read: “L.G. Hollyingworth have told me, as Tim R. Cotton Sr., I state that L.G. had told me that was the 4th suspeck in the three 8 yr old killing on or on May of 93, He was getting cooke cane from Mr. Byers, & he, that is L.G. told me that a drug deal went bad & he & the three young men, to get even with Mr. Byers. By put a hit on his family & he told me, that he and Damien made a deal, just to get the Byers boy & hurt him real bad, and he went on for about a week. Telling me, Tim Cotten Sr. I wanted to no if he could trust me & I told him yes, & he said the two other boys was not part of the hit on the Byers family but they were all together that day. Oh yes there are two other people that helped the killers.”  Cotton offered to testify in exchange for getting out of jail.  Sudbury and Durham interviewed Cotton on March 8: “Timothy Cotton stated that around May the 5th or 6th he had left his house on Wilson Street and was going to job interview. Along the way he learned of the three boys missing. That someone in the rescue squad asked him to help look for the boys at which time he borrowed a 4 wheeler and helped look, but did not find anything. “On the 13th of Jan. 1994 he was locked up in the CCSO. That later in February L.G. Hollingsworth was locked up. That he and L.G. had received a subpoena to court in Jonesboro. …” Their link was that they both were potential (though minor) witnesses in the Echols/Baldwin trial in Jonesboro. The report continued:  “That they talking about the subpoenas and L.G. told him: That he and Damien went to cult meeting together and that he and Damien drank beer together at the meetings and killed animals at the meetings. That the meetings were at Lakeshore then moved to the old RR bridge like you are going to Memphis. That L.G. told him, at one of the meeting a older man was there and appeared to the leader. …  “That later that week something came on the news about a 4th suspect in the killing of the three boys. At this time L.G. stated to him that they were talking about him that he was the 4th suspect. L.G. said he had the knife that belonged to the boys meaning Damien and his friends. … “That L.G. has stated a contract was out on John Byers for a dope debt owed to him, but who ever was going to beat him up count get to Byers so L.G. decided to get Damien to beat up Byers son. That later Damien told L.G. that he had got him real good and two others boys that were there. … “That L.G. said Damien told him that after the killing he had someone pick him up and that person was driving a green and white van and that they lived in Lakeshore on the back side near the sewer plant.” The report repeatedly noted that Hollingsworth denied making these statements and denied that he knew Byers.    The report added: “It is the opinion of this investigator that Timothy Cotton is under the impression he will receive some type help or his case be dismissed if he can be a witness for the Prosecutors Office. There is nothing to substantiate the statement given by Mr. Cotton.” Police brought L.G. in yet again on March 8 while the Echols/Baldwin trial was under way.    Sudbury noted, at 11:25 a.m.: “The  interview consisted of allegations made by Timothy Cotton whereas L.G. Hollingsworth had told him of his knowledge of the killing of the three  boys. “Mr. Hollingsworth denied having made any statements to Timothy Cotton. “ It seems unlikely  that L.G. never said anything to Cotton while they were locked up in a cell together for days.  Police, reluctant to believe anything from L.G. to that point, took his all-coverage denial at face value.  Police then tape-recorded a portion of the interview, starting at 12:02 p.m. and ending nine minutes later, at 12:11. The  interview did not delve into Cotton's allegations. Instead, L.G. told about a conversation he had with Echols about two months, “maybe not that long,” before the murders. L.G.: “We was coming back from my house, I believe. We was walking, I do know that.…. We was going to Belvedere …. To meet up with my girlfriend and his girlfriend. … OK. Damien asked me could I kill somebody and I says, ‘I don't think I could kill them unless they did something really bad to me.' I said, ‘I'd probably hurt them bad first.' And then I says, ‘Why you ask?' He says, ‘Cause I'm thinking of killing somebody.'  I says, ‘Why you thinking about killing somebody?' He says, ‘They're fucking with me.' That's what he told me. I says, ‘If there's some man, then you just go and you break his ass or you get your ass whooped. If it's some little teenager, you tell his parents or you call the police.' I say, ‘You don't need to do that, because that's not cool, you know. You'll go to jail for that.' And we keep walking and stuff and he says, ‘Just say that you would kill somebody.' I says, ‘OK, say I would kill somebody.' He says, ‘How would you do it?' I says, ‘Well it depends.' He says, ‘What do you mean it depends?' I said, ‘It depends on what they did to me to make me kill them.' I says, ‘I'd probably put a bullet in their head, and if not I'd probably break both of their arms and make them wish they was dead.' And um I says, ‘Well, What's up?' or you know, ‘Would you kill somebody?' And he says, ‘Yeah.' He says, ‘I'm thinking of killing somebody' is what he told me. I said, ‘OK,' I says, ‘you don't need to do that. That's gonna fuck your life up.' I says, ‘it will mess you up altogether.' He says, ‘Well' like that, and we left it at that and we kept walking for a little ways more. And he says, ‘If I was gonna kill somebody I would tie ‘em up, beat ‘em and fuck ‘em. That way they would know that I'm not fucking with nobody. You know, I'm a straight up kind of guy. … “And alright so I said, ‘Well look, you don't need to do that, you know.' Alright. So we walked on. Alright. And then May the 6th, I think it was May the 6th, when I did talk to Damien he was just kind of like sitting there. He was kind of nervous. …. At Domini's house in Lakeshore.” L.G. said he remembered the date because he had been riding with Narlene when she was in a car accident the day before. “That day we sat and I talked to him for a minute and then I left. And I came over there like three times and they were still whatever they was doing, you know, sitting and talking. So I didn't say too much and I left again. Anyway, he was on the corner, sitting on the corner and my cousin had run away. “  L.G. said Domini ran away from Damien during an argument.  Sudbury: “This is on the 6th?” L.G. had described a similar scene on the 5th. L.G. “This is on the 6th.  … I said, ‘Are you still thinking of killing somebody,' like that. He says, ‘No I ain't. It's kind of tooken care of. Don't worry about it, you know it's OK.' He said you know kind of fast, you know, I didn't catch it at first. I thought about what he said and then that's when I realized that's what he said, you know. He said it's tooken care of.” L..G  believed he knew that three 8-year-olds were missing at that time, but not that they were dead.  “I don't watch a lot of the news,” L.G. explained. “My aunt told me either on the 6th or the 5th there was kids missing. You know I didn't even know where they was missing from.” L.G. had not mentioned these conversations in his many other interviews with police. Police also found little corroboration from others questioned about L.G.'s activities on May 5 and 6. Rumors have continued concerning the deaths of the boys as payback for a drug deal gone wrong.  Mark Byers was a longtime smalltime drug dealer as well as a police informant.  Greg Day's authorized biography of Byers, “Untying the Knot,” detailed a number of Byers drug deals gone wrong, violent threats and retribution and Byers' knack for bad decisions.      Also, the Crittenden County Drug Task Force was under investigation in 1993 by the Arkansas State Police over missing confiscated items including $200,  a small amount of drugs and firearms claimed by officers for personal use.  The Drug Task Force had been spectacularly successful in a number of drug busts, as local forces cracked down on drug traffic moving through Interstate 55 and Interstate 40. Critics have seized upon involvement of Drug Task Force members in the murder investigation to suggest that police work was tainted, particularly in dealings with Byers.   Still, there was no evidence beyond Cotton's statement that the killers or L.G. had dealings with Byers. Given the looming size of Byers, it's hard to imagine a couple of relatively small teenagers planning to beat him up, which would explain why they might target his son.   The mysterious “leader” of the Lakeshore witch cult was described as an older man.  Other statements have located “Lucifer,” “Lusserfer” or “Lucifier,” with widely varying descriptions, as living on a back lot in Lakeshore or somewhere in Marion.  Did this fabled creature actually exist, and did he drive a green and white van?  Cotton did not testify. Police apparently did not give his statement a great deal of credence. Similarly, police treated all statements from L.G. with justifiable skepticism, except for denials about Cotton's story.  The many contradictions in L.G.'s stories ultimately only confused matters as L.G. never emerged as a clear suspect.     In a case filled with unreliable potential witnesses, L.G. Hollingsworth was just another kid who seemed to be making up much of the story as he went along. L.G. Hollingsworth Jr. was killed in a vehicle accident on Oct. 26, 2001. Questions about the “fourth suspect” remain.  

Amy Mohr is the Founder and CEO of All Elements Wellness where she helps individuals and organizations transform their relationship with themselves, one audience at a time. She is a professionally trained meditation Instructor, wellness Consultant, and Psychotherapist. She is also a survivor of severe and long term childhood trauma. Amy was physically, mentally, and sexually abused by multiple family members for 18 years. Growing up in a tiny, remote community, Amy did not even know what child protection services were. The first time she tried to run away, she fled to her Aunt in a nearby city. Her Aunt listened to her stories, and returned her to her “family.” At the age of 18 Amy walked away from that destructive world, and never went back. Now 36, she is a Licensed Clinical Social Worker and has a Masters Degree in Social Work from the University of Pittsburgh. Amy believes, and knows first hand, that it is truly through some of our greatest adversities that we can discover great strength within ourselves to overcome and walk toward the things that matter, while letting go of the things that don't. She found the good in her struggles in overcoming her childhood trauma (she calls it a gift) and has developed a deep understanding of human behavior, of what works (and what doesn't). It as also helped her to deepen her ability to be present and attentive to herself and others, and to ultimately understand the differences between what enables systems (individuals, relationships, communities, and businesses) to be well as opposed to breeding dysfunction. She has been a self-employed psychotherapist for 8 years  and utilizes innovative approaches to treat complex issues related to trauma, addictions, eating disorders and grief and loss. Her unique style blends complementary healing techniques with traditional psychotherapy modalities and is focused on attending to and treating the whole person: mind, body, emotions and spirit.In this episode she explains how her personal experiences and her expertise in treating individual clients as a psychotherapist apply to doing work with businesses and restructuring company culture.“Well, to put it simply, they aren't much different. Yes, how businesses and employees operate outwardly may be different, but the internal mechanisms and drivers for individual behaviors in businesses are all the same. Your employees are driven by their thoughts, feelings, and urges (all internal processes). For instance, if we allow ourselves to be driven by fear in a personal relationship, we may withhold information that could be vital to the development and strength of that relationship. If an employee is driven by fear of his boss' rejection of their proposal and withholds this information, the business could suffer from the innovation, creativity and potential benefit of the idea.It is all about what energy (via our thoughts, feelings or urges) we allow to be drivers in our actions as individuals, employees, and businesses. A business entity itself could have unintentionally been founded on control, fear, greed, power...which inherently will perpetuate and construct those drivers in workplace culture, productivity, and service delivery if not deconstructed and addressed. Energies like fear, anger, greed, control, pride will only lead to destructive results on a small or larger scale, albeit they still are powerful forces. Managers driven by pride, fear and control to lead their subordinates will not produce constructive results. We know this. What we struggle with is how to deconstruct this negative and get to the root issues that are manifesting it, resolve those issues, and invite and implement constructive energies.Energies like courage, compassion, neutrality, reasoning will lead to constructive results and there are ways we can learn to embody and act on these forces to support a functional workplace system. These concepts are supported by a variety of sources, one of which is in David Hawkin's research in the book, "Power vs Force".”In her work with individuals, families and businesses, Amy is focused on identifying and addressing the root issues to problems, not just treating "symptoms". There are many approaches and modalities that just treat symptoms and surface level issues. That’s not Amy’s style. You can reach Amy: LinkedIn:  https://www.linkedin.com/in/amylohr/ Website:  https://allelementswellness.com/contact/ Please do not hesitate to reach out to me. I’d love to hear your thoughts, comments, and stories, or just make a connection. Email tim@screwthenaysayers.com Facebook- https://www.facebook.com/stnwithtimalison/ Instagram- https://www.instagram.com/screwthenaysayers/ LinkedIn- https://www.linkedin.com/in/tim-alison/ Screw The Naysayers- www.screwthenaysayers.com

Dana received her original birth certificate and when her husband looked up her birth mother’s name they found her obituary. It took her two years to find an address for her surviving aunt and a year to find the courage to write to her. Her Aunt gave Dana a name for the man who could be her birth father, but he was also deceased. Luckily DNA testing told a different story. Read Full TranscriptDana:                          00:03               She never knew about me. She thought that she was an only child for her her entire life. So finding out that she has an older sister that came as kind of like shocks or she. So she just told me she knows she needs, she needs time sheets, she needs space and I get that. You know, it’s like, I can’t imagine going thinking that you’re an only child for like most… for your entire life. Minifying boom. You have an older sister. Damon:                       00:35               Who am I? Who am I? Who am I? Who am I? Who am I? Who am I? Damon:                       00:47               This is, who am I really a podcast about adoptees that have located and connected with their biological family members. I’m Damon Davis, and on today’s show is Dana. She called me from Ohio A state we know has opened adoption records. Dana shares her story of growing up with two younger siblings, biological to her parents, but feeling equally loved by her parents. She tells the heartbreaking story of learning that she would never meet her biological mother and the near miss of a second heartbreak with her suspected biological father. Luckily, Dana was able to recover from some misinformation to learn her father’s identity. This is Dana’s journey. Dana grew up in the suburbs of Cleveland, Ohio. Originally, her mother didn’t think she could have children, but after Dana’s adoption, their family did expand naturally. Dana:                          01:43               My adoptive, I’m like, um, a series of miscarriages and she was told that she, she would never have a child see a child of her own to full term. So she put it in an application through the Catholic charities and they called her like on her birthday and they told her that we have this little girl here, she’s French and Serbian, we know that your husband is, would you like to come look at her? Or my parents were like, really excited. They go, of course. Yeah, we weren’t gonna come take a look at her. So they went in to the orphanage. Um, I think it was a saint John’s Children’s home in Cleveland, Ohio. And they, they took a look at me and my mom said there was kind of like love at first sight and they took me home, my mom’s birthday. So, um, every year on her birthday we celebrated like um a cake for her and then cake for me because it was, there was our, our Gotcha Day and I love it. It was never kept a secret from me. It was never hidden. My mom actually did go on to have like, um, another, uh, a baby to full term that’s my sister and also like a son of full term of adoptive brother and sister. And it was, it was pretty cool because when, um, when my mom was pregnant with my sister, they actually came up for like, um, adoption for like a second...

Maggie Berghoff epitomizes what it means to be an expert. She had an existing problem, solved it, healed, and developed a passion to help others do the same. Today you’ll find her working with high-end entrepreneurs and celebrity figures, helping them optimize their health for an optimal life. All because she knew how to leverage her experience.   In this episode, functional medicine expert Maggie Berghoff explains how her health struggles paved the way to working with 7 and 8-figure entrepreneurs.   Episode Topics Common health pitfalls of busy entrepreneurs Flaws in the US healthcare system How Maggie’s mentor protocol reversed her autoimmunity What is functional medicine? 6 environmental stressors that impact health How Maggie attracted high-end clients Intuition, self-awareness, and being your own advocate Clicking with the right mentor Environmental optimization for better health How Maggie finds her best clients Is coffee good or bad? Experts corner: Maggie on hiring a health practitioner   [4:54] Starting line: When Maggie was 22, she was going to school to be a nurse practitioner when her 'body cracked.’ Multiple doctors were unable to diagnose her health ailments.   [7:57] Dr. Doom: A specialist diagnosed her with a rare kidney disease and told her nothing could be done. She was prescribed IV therapy 3x a week for the rest of her life…then scheduled to see him again in 6 months.   [8:35] Tipping point: "After that, I got in my car and bawled my eyes out and knew that I'm the only one that cares enough about me to go the extra mile and figure this out."   [11:02] Lightbulb moment: Her Aunt was seeing a functional medicine doctor at the time and Maggie discovered it was everything she wanted.   [11:39] Hiring a Mentor: She was trained as a functional medicine practitioner and hired a functional doctor to mentor her. He taught her unique practices that aligned with her beliefs.   [14:12] Business model development: Maggie started planning her future in functional med during her maternity leave in January 2017.   [15:17] Turning point: “I have an obligation to spread my words with people who are struggling and still going to traditional medical doctors for these things and decided enough is enough.”   [18:16] Healthy Transformation: Within 6 months of following her mentor's protocol, Maggie's symptoms disappeared. She also got pregnant after thinking it wasn't possible. [21:17] "That's the true definition of an expert...you have to be the spitting image of what your clients want to become." [23:28] First client: Paige was a 22-year-old woman who struggled with skin issues and bloating. They met in a sauna at a gym. [24:56] Ideal client hunting: random situations, in-person relationships, and referrals. “Warm network will always be the best clients because they know, like, and already trust you.”   [25:34] Client satisfaction: Paige's skin and bloating issues went away within a week of working with Maggie.   [26:42] Sacrificing security: Maggie left her secure nursing job to pursue her passion full time. "Even though I see less people, I'm making way bigger of an impact than I did seeing 50 people every single day, giving them pills at the hospital."   [28:07] Shift to 8-figure clients: Through networking and mastermind events, she started attracting a mix of high-end entrepreneurs, socialite women, and successful executives.   [32:08] Coffee talk: Maggie shares her expertise and gives it to us straight…is coffee good or bad?   [34:09] Experts corner: Maggie on hiring a health practitioner Mass programs may offer steps that don’t apply to your life Hire a clinician you trust that does 1on 1 so you get the attention you need Direct attention makes it easy for you to follow protocol “They’re like a micromanager for your health.”   [38:46] A glimpse into Maggie’s Balance Protocol and what it's like to work with her.     Connect with MaggieBerghoff.com

Intro   Hi and welcome to Books Between - a podcast for teachers, parents, librarians, and anyone who wants to connect middle grade readers between 8-12 to books they’ll love.  I’m your host, Corrina Allen - a 5th grade teacher, a mom of two girls, and enjoying a gloriously (and weirdly) warm Winter Break. It hit 70 degrees today. In Syracuse. In February. Hey - I’ll take it! This is Episode #18 and today we have a interview with genre fiction book critic Paul Goat Allen, I’ll discuss three novels featuring spunky female leads, and then I’ll answer a question about the books featured on our last episode on March Book Madness. Main Topic - Interview with Paul Goat Allen Today on the show I am welcoming book critic extraordinaire, genre fiction writing professor, writer, and my husband - Paul Goat Allen!   Here are some of the books we talking about in the interview segment of today’s episode: Fenway & Hattie by Victoria Coe Wings of Fire Series by Tui Sutherland Harry Potter Series by JK Rowlings Midnight Without a Moon by Linda Williams Jackson Ghost by Jason Reynolds Percy Jackson Series  by Laurel Snyder Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children by Ransom Riggs Orphan Island by Laurel Snyder Scar Island by Dan Gemeinhart Lord of the Flies by William Golding A Canticle for Leibowtiz by Walter M. Miller, Jr. The Inquisitor’s Tale by Adam Gidwitz The Silmarillion by J.R.R. Tolkein The Elric Saga by Michael Moorcock The Earthsea Trilogy  by Ursula K. Le Guin The Silmarillion by J.R.R. Tolkein The elements on the  “The Genre Fiction Book Reviewer’s Hierarchy of Needs” Readability (narrative clarity, fluidity,a coherent storyline, brisk pacing)   Immersion (focus on world building, overall description) Characters Depth ( three dimensional , interesting, and emotionally connective characters) Plot Intricacy (Impressively constructed storyline replete with plot twists) Originality & Innovation (innovative narrative element - unconventional protagonist, new twist on an old mythos, etc.)   The Message (profound, spiritual, existential enlightenment) Book Talk - Three Novels Featuring Spunky Girls In this part of the show, I share with you three books centered around a theme and discuss three things to love about each book. This week I’ll be talking about three fantastic contemporary debut middle grade novels featuring female protagonists who are full of spirit and determination. Even if, for a couple of them, it takes some time to embrace and harness that inner courage. The books this week are Gertie’s Leap to Greatness by Kate Beasley, Frazzled: Everyday Disasters and Impending Doom by Booki Vivat, and A Rambler Steals Home by Carter Higgins. Frazzled: Everyday Disasters and Impending Doom This week, I’ll be going in order of release date so I’ll start with the September 2016 debut Frazzled: Everyday Disasters and Impending Doom by Booki Vivat. Doesn’t that subtitle perfectly capture that middle school feeling where everything seems awful but the adults in your life just blow it off as no big deal?  That is precisely the problem the main character, Abbie Wu, faces as she grapples with starting middle school. To Abbie, middle school is just another awful “middle” thing - like the middle seat in the car, the Middle Ages, and… being the middle child. She is stuck between her soccer star perfect older brother and her cute can’t do anything wrong younger sister. I knew this book was a winner when my daughter started reading it over my shoulder. Here are three things to love about Frazzled:   How perfectly this book captures the frustrations of that first middle school year. Like the awful lunches, that awkward feeling of not knowing the kids in your class, and not knowing which electives to pick. Abbie’s two best friends are Logan, genius gamer kid who joins the Coding Club. And Maxine, confident Teen Vogue reader who, of course, chooses drama as her elective. But Abbie doesn’t have a clear “thing” that’s she good at like her friends and so she gets stuck in the doldrums of Study Hall where eventually she becomes the center of a Lunch Revolution.    Frazzled is fun to read! Now, I love a heavy, deep books, but with the world as complicated as it is right now, it is a joy to jump into such a book that makes me laugh out loud. There are playful and clever illustrations on every page, and I love Booki Vivat’s hand lettered style to the drawings with different textures and patterns to the words. And the self-deprecating honesty of Abbie’s character and how she describes the personalities of her family and teachers is just perfect. This is the type of humor that adults and teachers will like, too. Well - at least I did, anyway! I guess I can’t speak for anyone else! For example, here’s Abbie describing her new Vice-Principal:  “A woman in a frumpy suit walked up to the podium and introduced herself. Mrs. Kline looked nice, but she also looked really tired, kind of like the “before” version of ladies on those makeover shows or like one those grown-ups who always complains about needing coffee.”    How Frazzled handles anxiety with a light touch. I read a statistic recently that anxiety is the number one mental health issue facing kids today. From what I observe in my own classroom - it is A BIG problem. And I appreciate that a kids’ book tackles it from a place of humor. For example, the giant “Welcome Packet” that arrives from Poindexter Middle School that has Abbie’s mom excited about school shopping has Abbie in near panic mode from information overload. Abbie has nightmares before school starts and attempts to stay home from school. Her Aunt tries to get her to meditate.  At one point, Abbie says, “Like whenever we talk about school, Mom always tells me the same things over and over again - “It’ll be great!”, “Nothing to worry about!”, “Just be yourself!” - as if saying it will somehow make it more true.”   For a worrier like Abbie, when you are surrounded by ever cheerful people telling you that “Everything will work out for the best!” it can feel like you are not even being heard.   Frazzled is a fantastic book for kids dealing with everyday middle school frustrations and anxieties. AND - I hear there is a second book coming out September 26th, 2017 so keep that on your radar!   Gertie’s Leap to Greatness Our next debut middle grade book featuring a determined female protagonist was released in October of 2016 - Gertie’s Leap to Greatness by Kate Beasley. This book, and this girl, just worked their way into my heart last fall.  Gertie is one of those kids that you just want to yank from the pages and take home with you. She lives in an Alabama town with her father and her Great Aunt Rae. Her mother, basically abandoned her when she was a baby, but she still lives in the same town. However, Gertie is rocked to find out that her mother is getting married and moving away. So - she has this mission to become the greatest 5th grader ever. To show up at her mother’s door and just say, “Ha! I don’t need you anyway!” Well, obviously, things don’t go as planned. Especially when an overachieving new girl shows up - literally in Gertie’s seat - to thwart her plans. Here are three reasons why I adored Gertie’s Leap to Greatness:   Her Great Aunt Rae. This lady is gold. She is Gertie’s main caretaker since her dad is on an oil rig for weeks at a time. She lets her have Twinkies for breakfast and every day as Gertie leaves for school, she calls out “Give ‘em hell, baby!” And there’s a moment toward the end when she has Gertie’s back in such a fierce way. Every kid should have Aunt Rae! How well this book understands how kids can turn on each other - or as Gertie says, they’re “fickle”! I teach 5th grade and can attest - those social dynamics can be complicated. One day things are good and then the social landscape shifts and you are on the outs with your former friends. Even Gertie has this moment when she says an unforgivably awful thing to Audrey - the 5 year old her Aunt Rae baby-sits. And she has to come to terms with that. The Swiss Chocolate Meltdown. Oh. My. God!!  I know it was wrong, but I just wanted to cheer! I don’t want to say too much but it reminded me of the chocolate cake scene in Matilda. Oh, it’s good! Read the book just for that scene!   Kate Beasley’s Gertie’s Leap to Greatness is a fun and touching story that’s like a beautiful blend of Ramona and Raymie Nightingale.  These three girls would absolutely be friends - or drive each other crazy. Either way, there would be an adventure. I don’t think this one is scheduled to have a sequel, but I for one would love to jump back into Gertie’s world again.   A Rambler Steals Home The final book this week is A Rambler Steals Home - Carter Higgins’ middle grade debut. Even though I read it during one of the worst snowstorms we’ve had up here in New York, it immediately swept me away to hot Virginia summers filled with baseball and frog-catching.  The story centers around the traveling Clark family - the dad, Garland, the young brother named Triple, and our main character - 11 year old Derby. Their family drives around in a Rambler car, selling Christmas trees in the winter and selling hot chocolate and gingersnaps and apple cider and cinnamon sugar donuts out of an old concession stand trailer. But - in the summers, they make their home in Ridge Creek, Virginia where they set up a concession stand in the parking lot of a minor league baseball team. But this summer, Derby is confronted with some difficult changes and some secrets to uncover. Here are three things to love about A Rambler Steals Home: The sweet, homey pace of the story. Now - don’t get me wrong - I do not mean that the storytelling is slow but rather we savor the details of eating an oatmeal cookie on a front porch. We linger over sweet potato fries and a swipe of Christmas Nutmeg lipstick. This is the perfect book to read stretched out in a backyard hammock. The names are awesome! Carter Higgins has that same magical knack for naming characters as Kate DiCamillo. So, I already mentioned Garland, Triple, and Derby. Derby’s middle name, by the way, is Christmas. But we also have Goose and Scooter and Ferdie and the Skipper and Betsy and Lollie. And of course, a banjo named Twang. How perfect is that?  And not only do these characters have fabulous names, but you enjoy spending time with them. They are the kind of people you just want to surround yourself with in your own life. The gorgeous, poetic, twangy flavor of the language. Like this line describing the baseball team: “The Rockskippers scattered the field in their blue-and-whites while they stretched and spat and scratched.” This book is heart-warming and charming and one you and your kids won’t want to miss. It is due to be released Tuesday, February 28th - the day after this episode is out so tomorrow - head over to your favorite bookstore and grab yourself a copy. So if your middle grade girls - and guys! - are looking for a novel with a spunky female lead, they will really like Gertie’s Leap to Greatness , Frazzled, and A Rambler Steals Home. Q & A Our last segment of the show is Question & Answer time.   Question: After our last episode about March Book Madness was released, I posted a picture on Twitter featuring last year’s tournament bracket from my class to give an example of what a starting bracket could look like. And one of our followers, Eric Carpenter, replied “hope you talk about why only one of these 16 books in this bracket is by a POC. #OwnVoices “   Answer: So - absolutely.  And just so you all can picture what Eric was referring to, I’ll add a photo of that bracket to the shownotes and the website, but here are the list of the 16 books included on that bracket: The One and Only Ivan, The Honest Truth, I Funny, Big Nate, Hatchet, Treaties, Trenches, Mud, and Blood, Home of the Brave, Auggie & Me, The Crossover, The Hunger Games, Diary of a Wimpy Kid, Smile, Flying Solo, El Deafo, Wonder, and Sunny Side Up. So - he’s right. The Crossover is the only book on that list from a person of color. So - why is that? I’ll start by describing how those books were chosen and then analyzing why there might be a lack of diversity, and then discuss some ways to change that.     First - how were the 16 books selected? Those 16 titles were nominated and voted on entirely by my students last year. I give them total control over that process, simply asking them to nominate books they’ve read and liked. Their favorites. I think kids having ownership of that is important. If I picked the books, I don’t think they’d be as excited about participating. However, I think there is a way to honor students’ choices while still including a more diverse range of authors and characters that not only reflects the community but our society. More on that a little bit.   Second - why was there a lack of diversity in those choices? Well, I have a few thoughts on that. One might be that the books my students included may reflect the general lack of diversity among the most “popular” middle grade titles. A second thought is that some of the books, like Hatchet and Wonder and Flying Solo and Home of the Brave may have been nominated because my students read them in class as part of the curriculum and book list that my school follows. And only one of them features a non-white main character (Home of the Brave) but that book, while excellent, is still not written by a person of color. Essentially, those books are not featuring enough diversity and not enough stories told by diverse authors. Another piece to that, and probably the largest one - my students are simply not surrounded with enough diverse books written by Native Americans, written by black authors, written by men and women from ethnic, cultural, and religious minority groups. Among many, many other diverse groups. And within my classroom, that is entirely on me. But taking that responsibility means that I have the power to change it.   Alright - if our students and kids aren’t listing diverse books as their favorites, how can that be changed? A couple very quick ideas knowing that this is just the beginning of a much longer conversation: As you stock your classroom library, as you make purchases for the kids in your life, pick more diverse books written by authors writing from their own experience. Over the last few years, as I have committed to having a vibrant classroom library, my focus needs to shift from just getting any books to being more aware of who is represented in that library. And making better choices. One good place to start is weneeddiversebooks.org and by following the Twitter hashtag #OwnVoices  Scholastic also has a We Need Diverse Books catalog that’s a good resource, too. Don’t just stick those books in your library - read them aloud, book talk them, and build that excitement. If you are excited about a book, the kids will often latch onto it, too. Reexamine those books that are in your curriculum. Like a lot of other districts, my school is thankfully moving away from the one-book-fits-all approach which leaves more space for student choice and for teachers to select more diverse books. Be an advocate for that in your schools. And parents - please speak up, too! Finally - bring this conversation to your students and your children. I plan on sharing Eric’s tweet with my class and asking them to think about it. And in considering March Book Madness, perhaps instead of simply asking students to nominate favorite books, I could have framed the tournament a little differently and asked them to nominate favorite books that represent the diversity of our community and society. So you are still having the books be their choice, but guiding them to be more aware. Also, I read this fabulous blog post last year on Lee & Low Books where a teacher had her students pull every book from her classroom library off the shelves and work in groups to analyze the diversity in the books they had available. It was a powerful exercise - both for that teacher and her students. So I’ll link to that in the show notes so you can check it out yourself.   Now, I acknowledge that we are really just scratching the surface of this topic and we will be chatting a lot more about it on future episodes. And I’d like to get your input and ideas about that. What do you see as the challenges to getting your students to read more diversely? And what concrete things can we do as teachers and librarians and parents to help kids develop deeper connections to more diverse books?   Closing   Okay - that wraps our show this week. If you have a question about how to connect middle grade readers to books they’ll love or an idea about a topic we need to cover, I want to hear from you. Please email me at booksbetween@gmail.com or message me on Twitter/Instagram at the handle @Books_Between.   Thank you so much for joining me this week. You can get find a transcript of this show and all of our previous episodes at AlltheWonders.com. And, if you are liking the show, if you are finding some value in them, I’d love it if you left a rating on iTunes or Stitcher. Thanks again and see you in two weeks!  Bye! Links: http://weneeddiversebooks.org   http://blog.leeandlow.com/2016/07/07/part-1-having-students-analyze-our-classroom-library-to-see-how-diverse-it-is/   http://www.scholastic.com/parents/blogs/scholastic-parents-raise-reader/special-edition-weneeddiversebooks-scholastic-reading-club  

Anne grows up with a repressive mother, a kind stepfather and a grandmother who reads the Bible and takes her to church. Anne wants to be a missionary but secular teachers destroy her faith and she goes to business college instead. Her mother quashes successive attempts to date and then sends Anne to a delinquent girl's school. Embittered, Anne lives to have fun. During the Depression she learns the grocery business, dates Fred, and marries him before he goes off to the war. Her Aunt is saved. When Fred comes home, their marriage falters because of Anne's willfulness. But they remarry and continue to struggle. The first part ends when Anne comes to Christ.