| Author: | Bert Marshall | ISBN: | 9781370356508 |
| Publisher: | Bert Marshall | Publication: | October 19, 2017 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords Edition | Language: | English |
| Author: | Bert Marshall |
| ISBN: | 9781370356508 |
| Publisher: | Bert Marshall |
| Publication: | October 19, 2017 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords Edition |
| Language: | English |
My name is Dirk Van der Bos, and friends simplify it by calling me Dirk. I am an ex-US Army Ranger with ten years in before my knee gave out a final time and I left the service of my country. I'm in my late 20's and in the prime of life. My wife is an absolute knockout of a woman with the mind of an angel and a body made for sin. We've only been married 6 months and her religious background means she is quite inhibited, but loves me and wants to please me. Her name is Amanda and she aspires to be a dentist, but my construction business is making so much money that she reluctantly finishes the semester to take it over. My real desire is to own a security company and I now have a few real pros working for me and more jobs than we can handle. As Tom Petty said, the future was wide open.
Day 1 I sat up in bed and my wife rolled over and sat up beside me. "What was that?" she exclaimed. Her blonde hair covers her face and my eyes are drawn to her breasts. I never get tired of looking at them. She could be in Playboy on them alone. "We must have blown a transformer or something. Powers out. I swear, this is happening too often." I yawn and she lays back down and snuggles up against me. I have no idea what time it is because the room is fairly dark and the digital clock's face is darkened. I am in the act of laying back down when there is a horrifying sound of electricity and both of us jump up and out of the bed.
"Honey?" my beautiful bride says and I open the door into the living room and through the windows in front, there is an eerie glow outside. I grab my shorts and T and half hopping get them on. She follows me to the front door, staying so close her toes keep bumping into my heels. She has hold of my t-shirt as I open the door and the bitter smell of ozone is very strong. It is very dark outside and the only light appears to be coming from the many flare stacks a few miles away, in the Exxon-Mobil complex. It has the sky lit up in orange and red.
All down the street my neighbors are in their front yard in various states of undress. As far as I can see there is no power and I find that odd, since the front of the subdivision always stays lit. It's on a different power grid, as it was built about 10 years before our own house. "Dirk, honey, I'm scared."
"Why baby? It's just an outage. How many does this make now, 3?" We've been married less than 6 months and I bought this house after I was discharged from the Army 4 years ago. We never had a bit of trouble with electricity until 2 months ago. I wrap my arms around my tiny wife and lift her amazing breasts. She pushes my hands down and exclaims that the neighbors can see us. "The neighbors can't see us, hell, I can barely see us," I say and tweak her nipples through her pajama top. Amanda is a very small woman of 4 feet 10 inches tall, but sports a wonderful pair of 34-C augmented breasts that her mom paid for when she graduated from Rice University a year ago.
As we turn to go inside, I feel her hand on me and that's all the signal I need to know she will do it. Amanda is 24 and working to become a Dentist. She has another year to go. Our world is about to turn upside down.
We have no idea what is in store for us.
My name is Dirk Van der Bos, and friends simplify it by calling me Dirk. I am an ex-US Army Ranger with ten years in before my knee gave out a final time and I left the service of my country. I'm in my late 20's and in the prime of life. My wife is an absolute knockout of a woman with the mind of an angel and a body made for sin. We've only been married 6 months and her religious background means she is quite inhibited, but loves me and wants to please me. Her name is Amanda and she aspires to be a dentist, but my construction business is making so much money that she reluctantly finishes the semester to take it over. My real desire is to own a security company and I now have a few real pros working for me and more jobs than we can handle. As Tom Petty said, the future was wide open.
Day 1 I sat up in bed and my wife rolled over and sat up beside me. "What was that?" she exclaimed. Her blonde hair covers her face and my eyes are drawn to her breasts. I never get tired of looking at them. She could be in Playboy on them alone. "We must have blown a transformer or something. Powers out. I swear, this is happening too often." I yawn and she lays back down and snuggles up against me. I have no idea what time it is because the room is fairly dark and the digital clock's face is darkened. I am in the act of laying back down when there is a horrifying sound of electricity and both of us jump up and out of the bed.
"Honey?" my beautiful bride says and I open the door into the living room and through the windows in front, there is an eerie glow outside. I grab my shorts and T and half hopping get them on. She follows me to the front door, staying so close her toes keep bumping into my heels. She has hold of my t-shirt as I open the door and the bitter smell of ozone is very strong. It is very dark outside and the only light appears to be coming from the many flare stacks a few miles away, in the Exxon-Mobil complex. It has the sky lit up in orange and red.
All down the street my neighbors are in their front yard in various states of undress. As far as I can see there is no power and I find that odd, since the front of the subdivision always stays lit. It's on a different power grid, as it was built about 10 years before our own house. "Dirk, honey, I'm scared."
"Why baby? It's just an outage. How many does this make now, 3?" We've been married less than 6 months and I bought this house after I was discharged from the Army 4 years ago. We never had a bit of trouble with electricity until 2 months ago. I wrap my arms around my tiny wife and lift her amazing breasts. She pushes my hands down and exclaims that the neighbors can see us. "The neighbors can't see us, hell, I can barely see us," I say and tweak her nipples through her pajama top. Amanda is a very small woman of 4 feet 10 inches tall, but sports a wonderful pair of 34-C augmented breasts that her mom paid for when she graduated from Rice University a year ago.
As we turn to go inside, I feel her hand on me and that's all the signal I need to know she will do it. Amanda is 24 and working to become a Dentist. She has another year to go. Our world is about to turn upside down.
We have no idea what is in store for us.
