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Matchmaker

By: Earthtone



"Dammit, John! Would you please tell Rita that I will NOT die from a lack of a lovelife?" I shook my head and laughed ruefully as I remembered the evening. Johnny and Rita were two of my best friends and had been for several years...supporting me through my divorce and multiple attempts at self-destruction and finally giving me the screaming ass-chewing that brought me out of my self-pity. 

I was again happy, well-adjusted and had a nice new start on life. The only trouble was that Rita was a romantic...and firmly convinced that I had no business being alone so much. And Rita loved playing matchmaker. The last woman Rita had fixed me up with had been a vegetarian who thought I was a horrible killer. (Hey, I LIKE meat dammit). Today's attempt had been Susan, a cute little 30-something blonde with a killer body and a great sense of humor.

The evening had gone very well and Susan and I seemed to hit it off immediately. We laughed and talked and flirted over the steaks and beer and I was beginning to think that maybe Rita had hit a home run this time. She touched my arm frequently and her blue eyes would sparkle as she laughed. 'Yes!' I thought to myself. 'This might be a great evening.' It was, too...until Susan got stung by a bee, had an allergic reaction and ended up going to the hospital in a screaming ambulance. 

It was well after 9 that night before we finally left the hospital, assured that Susan would recover from her ordeal. She and I talked for a few minutes and agreed that we'd like to see each other again sometime before the three of us left for Johnny's. Ok, so now I was going home alone again. It wasn't a big deal, since I enjoyed my privacy and solitude. 

I had been hoping for some sexy company this evening but that wasn't going to happen. I had no clue that this would be an evening I would never forget! We sat in the living room for a while, chatting about the evening and my luck with women in general, laughing at my expense, of course. Then the conversation turned back to Susan. 

"So? What did you think of her?" Rita asked with a grin. "Sexy little thing, huh?" I grinned back at her. "Yes, she is!" "Well, I saw that you weren't the only one that noticed either!", she growled playfully as she dug an elbow in Johnny's ribs. "I saw you watching her ass, mister! BOTH of you!" Johnny laughed as he wrapped his arms around Rita and squeezed her ass playfully. "That's ok, baby. We were watching yours too. Weren't we, Brad?" "Hell yes!" I snickered, even though I hadn't been. 

Johnny, Rita and I teased each other often, and Rita knew she had nothing to worry about in the looks department. "I don't have the body she has, though" she teased, playfully rubbing her ass against the front of Johnny's cutoffs. I took a drink of my beer and a look at Rita. I mean really looked...for the first time.

At 5'8" and about 130 pounds, I realized she really WAS a knockout, and at 34 could give a woman 10 years her junior some serious competition. Short, curly copper hair, green eyes and a tan that covered everything I could see. She was wearing a bikini top and some kind of wrap-around floral thing that glued itself to her jiggling ass cheeks. Long, sexy legs, gorgeous breasts with just a hint of nipple showing through the fabric. Yeah, she was damn sexy all right. 

"Do I, Brad?" "Huh? Sure you do Rita. You're very pretty," I mumbled inanely as I realized both she and Johnny had caught me giving her the eye. I blushed and stood up, mumbling an apology about needing to leave because it was getting so late. The truth was that I was embarrassed and furious. Embarrassed at being caught almost drooling at another man's wife, and furious with myself because it was Rita I had been drooling over. Their friendship was deep and important to me and I had no clue how to handle this. Johnny waved me back to the couch, grinning. 

"Relax, man. I know she's hot...and she loves being looked at. Don't you, baby?" "Yes, I do. I guess I'm a bit of an exhibitionist at heart because I've always enjoyed being looked at and knowing I look good." She smiled and looked straight at me. "It makes me feel really sexy." I was glad to be sitting down at this point because I was felt the stirrings of a serious hard on coming. Johnny handed me another beer and said "So don't worry about it, ok? It's cool. She likes showing off, and to be honest I get a kick out of watching her." 

Rita laughed as she turned to me and put her hands on her hips. "I've even stripped in the car, while Johnny drove us down the interstate! The truckers we passed would stay with us, honking and waving while I played with my tits." Behind her now, Johnny put his hands around Rita and cupped her full tits, playing with her nipples while he kissed her neck. I stood up and laughed. "I'm glad you guys aren't mad. But I think I better split now so you two can be alone." (And so I could go home and handle the raging hardon I had by this time.) 

"C?mon, bro. Sit the hell down and let Rita put on a show for us. You want to baby? Wanna show us what ya got?" he teased softly. Rita smiled at him and then at me and laughed. "You know I do. Just sit down on the couch, both of you." I sat back down beside Johnny, still uncomfortable and wondering where the hell this was going, but fully willing to be led there by this time. 

Rita turned on some music...a driving rock beat, then smiled seductively and walked to the center of the living room. She ran her fingers through her red curls as her hips started rocking in time to the music and slowly drew her hands down her face, over her bikini-covered breasts to her flat stomach. That seductive, come hither smile never left her face and her eyes never left mine as she swayed and turned. I glanced sideways at Johnny and saw him sitting back, relaxed and smiling. He grinned at me and nodded toward Rita. "Watch, bro," he said softly. "It gets even better." 

When I looked back, Rita had her hands cupping her full breasts, playing with her nipples and pinching them lightly. I watched as they swelled and tented the fabric of her scanty orange top. By this time, my cock was as hard as a steel pipe, and filling my jeans uncomfortably. I moved a bit and tried to adjust the position unobtrusively. Rita smiled at me knowingly as she danced. "You like, huh?" She licked her lips and danced closer to me. 

Slowly she ran her hands down her sides and gave a tug at the fabric of her wrap-around, letting it fall to the floor. I gaped and my breath caught for a moment. She was wearing a matching bikini bottom that was no more than a scrap of orange thong, slid snugly up between the round smooth globes of her ass. She kept her back to us as she swayed, running her hands over her ass, pulling slightly at the cheeks, giving us teasing little glimpses. All the while, she was watching me for effect. 

I glanced over and saw Johnny rub firmly at the bulge in the front of his shorts. When I looked back, Rita had her top off, full breasts and hard nipples in her hands, but had moved to within a foot of me. I watched as she brought a hand up, licking and biting at her nipple, which swelled even more. One hand slid slowly down and cupped her covered mound and rubbed up and down, then slowly slid inside the bikini. By now she had stopped dancing and was standing in front of me just swaying her hips as she played with her nipple and her pussy.

She hooked her thumbs under the strings of her bikini and tugged slowly and surely downward, her eyes never leaving mine. I could only stare and swallow hard as I saw more and more smooth, tanned flesh. Rita was completely shaved and tanned. Her pussy was a sweet pouting mound. "Mmmm," she moaned low in her throat as she ran a finger lightly along the slit Then she lifted her leg and put a foot on the couch beside me, giving me a completely open view of her moist pussy as she ran her finger into the slit, then up and back down. 

She took the finger out and lightly wiped it across my lips and without thinking I licked the saltysweet taste of her and sucked on her finger, wanting even more. I noticed movement behind her and then saw Johnny, now on his knees with his face buried in Rita's ass. "Unh..." she grunted as he apparently drove his tongue into her ass from behind. Then I heard his voice, slightly muffled. "Help me bro...let's get her off good."

I couldn't believe what was happening. Rita stood gloriously naked in front of me, her right hand between her legs, her fingers plunging slowly into her sweet depths. Her left hand continued pinching and teasing her nipples, drawing them to large, hard points. My cock was so hard now that it was painful and I stopped thinking about anything except the sensual sight before me. I ran my hands across her thighs as I leaned forward and licked slowly across the flat expanse of her stomach. I could smell her perfume mixed with the heady scent wafting up from her wet pussy. 

I could hear Johnny as he continued to lick and ram his tongue into her from behind. I leaned forward and Rita raised her right leg and draped it across my shoulder, giving me free access to her wet, waiting cunt. I slid my tongue slowly up from the bottom of her slit to the top, barely penetrating. She tasted so wonderful, sweet and musky. 

I continued sucking her puffy swollen outer lips, occasionally brushing my tonguetip across her clit. She was moaning louder now and pressing me to her hot cunt, her hand firm on the back of my head. "Faster Brad...lick me..faster!" I did as I was told, strumming her clit faster with my tongue. I slid first one finger, then two, into her tight wet pussy, twisting as I finger-fucked her, faster and faster. 

I could feel her legs shaking from our attentions now, as Johnny continued to lick and tongue-fuck her delicious ass. Rita was moaning nonstop by now as I sucked on her clit and nibbled at it with my lips. I could feel her juices drenching my face and running down my neck. I frantically ate her out. Suddenly her moans changed to a low pitched scream. "Yes! Yes! Oh my God, please don't stop. I'm cummmmming!" She shook and pounded her pussy into my face hard...once...twice, then went limp and slowly sank to the couch. 

Johnny and I grinned at each other and I shook my head in awe. My best friend laughed at me and said "Surprised, Brad? Rita and I planned this quite a while back. We almost gave up though, because you didn't seem interested. Rita has wanted to try two guys at once for a long time now." It took me a moment to realize what he was saying. 

"You two planned this? I mean...." my voice trailed off. Rita chuckled and rubbed her hand across my rock hard cock, painfully imprisoned in my jeans. "We sure did baby. And when the opportunity arose we decided to go for it. Mmmm, you eat pussy like you love it, too! I'm still shaking." 

She smiled and patted the couch beside her with her hands. "Come on guys. My turn to play a little." Johnny and I sat down on either side of her and Rita started rubbing our cocks through our clothes. "Take your clothes off, guys. I want you both...NOW!" We wasted no time getting naked and sitting back down. I had never been naked with another man in my life before now, but it didn't bother me at all. 

I glanced at Johnny and was quite impressed. At six feet and about 180 pounds, Johnny was well-built, blonde and attractive as guys go. And hung like a horse! His cock stood straight up, at least eight inches long and very thick. The head was a bright red and had a bead of clear precum on it as Rita slowly masturbated him.

All the while, she was slowly jacking my stiff prick as Johnny and I played with her nipples and her now soaked pussy. She suddenly pulled away from us and turned and knelt on the floor in front us. "Sit closer together," she commanded. "I wanna suck some cocks!" We slid over toward each other, now almost touching hips. 

Rita wasted no time, leaning over and taking the head of my cock in her hot mouth. I could feel her swirl her tongue around the head as she slowly took more and more of me in her throat. She came back up just as slowly, sucking the whole time, and sank down again, taking all seven inches down her throat and burying her nose in my pubic hair each time. Damn, it felt awesome! 

Just as I felt my control starting to slip, she slid over and started on her husband, stroking me slowly while she sucked him. "MMM, damn she's great, huh?" Johnny said and grinned hugely. I had to agree. Rita sucked me like no woman ever had before. And watching her suck Johnny's big pipe was absolutely erotic! She took turns sucking us, switching off before we could cum. By now I was so horny, I ached. All I wanted to do was cum, but she wouldn't let me. From his moans of pleasure, I knew Johnny was as ready to fuck Rita as I was.

"Why don't you two take me to bed and fuck me silly?" Rita said and stood up, pulling on our cocks to urge us...as if we needed urging at all! Soon, we were on the bed, touching, playing, licking any part of Rita that we could get to. She rolled onto her back and spread her thighs and smiled at me. 

"Come here, Brad. I need some cock, baby." Her pussy was burning hot, wet, and tight as she locked her legs around my waist. "Fuck me....hard! Now, dammit!" I started pounding her and Johnny slid his meat back into her mouth. She worked her head back and forth, sucking hard as she lifted her ass up to meet me. 

I slid a hand between us and found her clit, stiff and peeking out from under it's hood and began making circles around it in time with my strokes. Soon she was moaning and cumming again. Orgasm after orgasm. I couldn't tell when one stopped and another started. Soon I could feel the pressure building in my balls again and knew I couldn't last much longer. 

"Damn...I'm gonna come!" It took me by complete surprise when Rita pulled her legs back and pushed me away and out of her. Oh God, I thought I would die! "Oh no. You can't cum yet, Brad. We have plans for you, sweetie," Rita said. "And do NOT touch that cock! Sit there and just watch now. I promise you'll love it."

With that, Rita pulled Johnny to her and began sucking him again, holding his ass in her hands and controlling his pace. Soon I saw his face take on a look of almost pain and I knew he would cum any second. Rita knew it too, because she pulled away and pushed her husband back. She grinned wickedly at us, both of us in pain and needing to cum very badly. "Here, Brad. Lay back. I want you both!" She straddled me, grabbed my rigid cock and guided it to the entrance of her hot cunt and sank down slowly, rocking her hips, burying me deep into her. 

Rita leaned forward then and patted her ass with a hand. "Come here, baby. Mama needs a fucking." Johnny moved behind her. I saw Rita's face redden, then go slack as he slid into her ass. Johnny started moving, sawing slowly and gently in and out of her ass. Soon Rita was moving her hips in time to his, fucking me slowly. It was everything I could do to control myself and keep from cumming. 

"Harder baby, fuck my ass harder now," she moaned. The three of us soon built up a fast hard rhythm. I could feel Rita shaking and she moaned almost nonstop. Her pussy contracted over and over and she soaked me with her fluids as she came again and again, constantly urging us on. "That's it! Fuck me! More...MMMM....more....fuck me damn you!" Johnny was next and groaned and gasped as he shot his load into her ass, literally slamming into her now. 

I couldn't take any more and yelled something unintelligible as I let go into her cunt. I felt my balls spasm as jet after jet shot from me. The smell of sex was everywhere and sweat dripped from all three of us as both of them collapsed onto me, then rolled over.

Rita leaned over and kissed me softly as she ran her hand across my chest. She gave a mischievous little laugh and looked at me, smiling. "If you liked that, just wait till Susan comes back. You're gonna love fucking her!" They laughed at the shocked look on my face. "You didn't think this was all an accident, did you?"

Matchmaker



Doug Page handed the bowl of salad to his daughter before grabbing a plate of warm garlic bread.

He felt the sweet sunlight hit him as they walked into the garden. He stopped to enjoy the sensation and to survey the scene.

The women were all amassed round his wife, cooing and congratulating her. This barbeque had been arranged to mark the announcement of a new addition to the family and now Fran had a look of fond fluster on her face. 

Doug knew that the gaggle, comprised of her sisters and his mom, could be a daunting prospect. He set off to rescue her before his mom put her foot in it or said something she'd regret.

His mom could a bit of a bitch sometimes.

About half way, he caught up with Sarah.

"So how are things at Mom and Dad's?" He asked her. This was the first time he'd seen her since she started moved in with his parents for her first semester at Leetown College.

He and Fran had taken some time getting used to the quiet...though they'd found ways to enjoy their freedom...

Doug hoped that he'd kept his complex emotions from reaching his face.

"They're great, you know? They let me decorate the room above the garage exactly how I wanted it!"

"We'd never have considered purple walls back when I was her age...." Ruth, his mother, interjected as she forced her daughter into a lawn chair. "Doug, go and help your father with that case of beer."

Doug looked behind him. His dad did appear to be struggling a little bit. Doug frowned, the old man was in pretty good shape for his age and he always seemed so darnedly sure of himself. Could it be that age was finally catching up with him?

Maybe he'd start taking it easy, spend some time relaxing rather than devoting every second on his hobbies.

Doug set off to help, knowing as he did so that the assistance would be refused.

He shook his head; was he such a mystery to Sarah as his parents were to him? He hoped not, especially with the little one on the way. No, he strove to engage with his daughter, show his love for her. For his children there would be no subtle feelings of detachment and stoniness. 

They'd know how much he loved them.

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"Ha, caught you!" Janine exclaimed as she rounded the corner of the house.

Doug was startled by the sudden appearance of his youngest sister and he knew that he'd jumped guiltily.

"Uh..." He muttered, holding the cigarette awkwardly in his big hands.

Janice giggled then looked him up and down.

"Give me a drag and Fran doesn't have to know." She informed him as she joined him at his side.

Doug passed it to her without protest. It should have been an innocent action but not the way that Janice did it. There was definite something in the way her fingers lingered on his skin, an unnecessary caress.

Doug frowned and watched helplessly as the woman made a show of inhaling the smoke and exhaling even more slowly. The girl certainly knew what the sight of those lips could do to a man; even more so, the rise and fall of her chest.

Doug shook his head. Janice had been flirting with him futilely for twenty years, ever since he'd started dating her sister in high school. Not once had Doug ever reciprocated nor made any sign that she should hold out hope. The fact that she even tried made Doug dislike her immensely. Today of all days; he and his wife had a baby on the way!"

"Congratulations, Doug. I'd have thought that you and Fran would have been passed all that." Again, something in the way that she emphasised Fran's name. "Still, good to know that there's life in the old dog." She smirked, as she looked him up and down again appreciatively. Did her eyes linger on his crotch just a little too long....?

"Thanks Janice." He stated neutrally but shook his head when she offered him the cigarette back. "Best be getting back." He said coldly.

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A week later.

Day One

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Doug sat in his office. He was putting off heading home. Fran had gone to San Francisco to visit her folks who'd been unable to get to the barbeque and home wasn't home without Fran's warm presence to fill it.

The computer pinged and he clicked the link from Sarah.

His jaw dropped as he realised what he was seeing. 

His daughter was sat in a white room. He couldn't take it in. He'd only spoken to her yesterday. His stomach churned at the sight of the blindfold and the electronic looking device attached to her neck.

He reached out to touch the screen instinctively. 

"I have your daughter." Read a message box that popped up instantly. "I have no intention of hurting her."

"Who are you and what do you want?" Doug typed, wanting to scream it instead. His fingers were trembling with rage and fear so much that he was forced to type carefully. He'd give everything he had to ensure that Sarah got home unharmed...hell, he'd die for his daughter...

"I have no intention of hurting her." The screen read again. "It's you I want to play with, Doug. Her well-being, or lack of, is the prize."

Doug tried to work out if anyone could have any possible reason to target him or his family. It was crazy. They had no enemies. His head was spinning with the nightmare of it all.

The police. He'd call the police. They traced these Internet links and things all the time. They'd find Sarah and get her home.

"Tell no one, especially the police. You are being watched and I'll know if you transgress, Doug. The police will never be able to get to her before her pretty brains are sprayed across the tiles."

Doug swallowed hard. Never had written words on a screen been so menacing.

"Just play the game and you'll get the girl. Two hours. The Crowthorne Motel, Leetown. Room 6."

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Crowthorne Motel, Leetown. Room 6. An hour later.

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Doug threw his bag on the small bed and approached the laptop, which illuminated the dusty desk in the corner.

The screen displayed a website. It didn't appear to have a name, just decorated with the faces of a dozen or so people. Doug couldn't tell if they were experiencing pleasure or pain...

It wanted a password.

"XX61280HSOFODOUG/SARAH" Appeared in a conversation box in the corner of the screen.

Doug dutifully typed it in.

After several seconds a homepage showed up. 'Welcome to the World of Matchmaker' it read. 

Doug paled. The Matchmaker didn't exist. He just didn't! Stories appeared every now again but nothing could be proved. His daughter was not, could not be, in the clutches of a serial killer...

"You sick son of a bitch. You better not hurt my daughter." He typed his response.

"Sarah is merely the carrot on the stick. If you prove to be a good daddy then she'll walk away from this. Matchmaker."

The cursor moved by itself to a link marked Archives. A list of names appeared, Doug and Sarah's at the bottom.

Doug scrolled down to it and clicked. A window opened and he saw purportedly live footage of Sarah in her cell. She'd been stripped down to her underwear. Doug felt acutely embarrassed to be seeing her like this but mainly he felt furious that this sicko had dared to touch his Sarah. 

How many other perverts were watching her right now? Wanting Matchmaker to do his worst?

Her blindfold had been removed also. The obviously high quality cameras had chosen several effective shots that showed off the tracks of her tears.

Doug's fist pounded on the desk impotently and started to cry.

He cringed internally but studied his daughter's near-naked figure for any sign that she'd been injured in any way. She seemed scared but unhurt.

"Whatever you want, I'll do it." He typed when he had finally calmed down enough.

"Sit back and watch the show." Came the response.

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Two women appeared on screen. They were only dressed in their underwear, showing off their full figures. Only the fearful expressions on their faces marred their beauty. The fact that they had explosives strapped round their necks may have had something to do with it.

Doug read the two biographies that came up next to the window. It seemed that the two stars of this video hated one another with a passion.

The blonde woman, Ann, was a nurse at the abortion clinic that the brunette, Sophie, had been arrested for protesting several times. Sophie was also dating Ann's ex-boyfriend, having converted him to share her Christian beliefs.

Matchmaker had demanded that they kiss and 'make up' so to speak.

Doug watched as they hesitantly approached each other. His head was spinning with thoughts. What did Matchmaker have planned for him? For Sarah? Would these women surrender to his will or forfeit their lives? With a huge amount of shame Doug realised that part of him wanted to see these gorgeous women have sex together.

He told himself that he didn't have to watch but as the pair joined together for their first tentative kiss he couldn't pull his eyes from the laptop.

After the initial shared awkwardness the old hatred reappeared and their lips locked together aggressively. Ann, the stronger female, shoved her partner down to her knees and forced her head to her breasts.

Sophie struggled momentarily before giving in and starting to lick Ann's exposed skin.

Doug was both sickened and aroused at the sight of what was going on. He'd never really watched porn before and this was something else, more real and graphic. 

Lost in the scene, he turned up the volume.

"....fucking dyke. A fucking repressed Christian dyke! Do you let Tim fuck you so no one can tell that you're secretly craving pussy." 

Sophie snapped and slapped Ann hard.

"Bitch!" She screamed as she pulled at the blonde's hair before here. "It's not my fault that Tim chose God over a slut heathen like you."

With that Sophie pushed her rival to the floor and sat on her face. Ann flailed around desperately, trying to shuck off the body that was grinding on top of her.

"I ain't going to die today. Eat me out you fucking Godless whore." Sophie yelled, using a hand to pull her panties to one side. "I'll bet you're fucking used to it."

The cameras zoomed in to show Sophie's unshaved snatch smothering the other girl.

Time stood still and then you could see the defeat in Ann's body language. 

"Hmmm...oh...Jesus..." Sophie exclaimed as her lover and enemy used her tongue to slip into her virgin folds. Her startled expression mellowed as the sensation continued.

Instinctively the woman on top freed her large breasts and began to stroke them, caress them. She was a slave to her body now. She was cupping and squeezing her tits to maximise what she was feeling.

"Noooo....ahhhhh...." She breathed.

Her fingers slipped to her clit and she abandoned all her inhibitions, writhing and jerking wildly.

"Is....?" She muttered. "Oh.....?"

She froze in a burst of orgasm.

"Ahhhhh...." She cried when she was released. But still Ann kept lapping at her slit, and soon the sensations were nearly unendurable. "Noooo....no more....ah...ah...."

Ann slid from under the exhausted woman and smirked when she witnessed the result of her hard work. Her face was beautiful in its slick dishevelment.

Doug had to pull his urgent hard-on from his pants. He didn't want to wank, he had to. He began to jerk off just as Ann took Sophie's hand and guided it to her wet cunt.

Sophie was too spent to fight as Ann used her fingers to play and dip into that warm cranny. She was frigging herself off with Sophie's hand.

Sophie could only watch, fascinated, as her partner reacted to the pleasures she was feeling. 

He told himself that it was the adrenaline, the testosterone that was making him so horny. It was all about release of everything he'd pent up. 

He wanked hard and fast. Out of nowhere he wondered what Ann's cunt would feel like on his hand...

"Grrrrrr....." He snarled, breathing heavy. He scratched a hand through his thick pubic hair and then cupped his loaded balls as continued to toss himself off.

She was twitching and twisting as Sophie acted independently now, toying and experimenting on Ann's clit and pussy lips.

"Shit...shit....Oh God...." Ann whimpered as she knew she was cumming. She grabbed Sophie's head and brought her up to kiss her, swapping breath as she shuddered and climaxed.

"Uhhhhhhhh....." Doug groaned as his pearly white cum shot over the screen, the keyboard and thighs. "Oh God...." 

He tucked his cock away, and attempted to wipe away the evidence of his satisfaction. 

He'd been so caught up watching Ann and Sophie fucking he'd completely forgotten about Sarah....He couldn't deny that he'd enjoyed this nasty footage....

He fell asleep to suffer horrible dreams of murder, blood and cum.

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Day Two

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Doug woke from a bad night's sleep to find his biography displayed on the sicko's website. With a horrifying realisation he saw that it accompanied a video.

A grainy image loaded up of Doug, face screwed up in concentration, dick in hand and masturbating furiously. He looked so seedy and dirty. 

He jumped up from the bed and ran over to the closet. He flung open the door and found the hidden camera.

For minutes he struggled with it in his hands as he fought the urge to smash it into a thousand pieces. He couldn't afford to anger Matchmaker whilst Sarah's life was in his hands. He'd never felt so powerless. All his life he'd been able to take care of himself, his family.

He ran a hand through his thick brown hair and resentfully returned the camera.

There was no new message from the bastard so Doug forced himself to do nothing and wait.

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"Mom...." Doug said down the phone.

"Doug, honey, I can't talk," Sue Page informed him and he could hear her frantically rummaging in something. " I've got an appointment with Dr Winterbottom in half an hour."

Doug sighed. His mother saw more of her cosmetic surgeon than her husband. She had been blessed with a fantastic figure and worked hard and paid lots of money to maintain it. Motherhood had always taken second place.

Doug knew that neither of his parents had never really been there for him when he needed them and that this time would be no different.

"I was hoping to speak to Sarah..." He croaked. Part of him still held out hope that this was all some mistaken nightmare.

"Oh...um...she's staying with friends this weekend or something...don't know where exactly. Listen Doug, I'm sorry but the taxi's here....

Doug was about to speak but she'd hung up.

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Around midday his cell phone rang.

He didn't recognise the number.

"Yes?!" He shouted into the receiver.

"Doug?" Fran laughed. "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine." He lied.

He really wanted to tell his wife everything but he couldn't. All of their life together they had faced things as a team but now he was on his own.

"I tried you at home and at the office. Where are you?" Doug heard the trace amount of suspicion in her tone and he felt wretched. " I went to the bar with Brian last night and stayed on his couch."

He'd never lied to Fran before. He tried to tell himself that Fran would do the same; they'd both die to protect Sarah, but it proved little comfort.

They chatted a bit but Doug found it excruciating and Fran soon hung up hurt and puzzled.

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Day Two

Later in the day

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"Solo at The Hook Bar. Tonight at 8pm. Look your best. Find some company for the night. Matchmaker xxx."

Doug read it several times. It could be read no other way. 

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Doug walked into his house and was struck by the sense of unfamiliarity. It was too empty and too full of the possibility that Sarah would never be coming home.

Her photos on the wall seemed to offer him accusative glances. Wasn't her dad supposed to protect her from the world, from the bad men that wanted to hurt her?

He entered his bedroom and froze.

Someone had been here. They'd set out a suit for him to wear. 

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It was single's night at The Hook Bar and Doug had never seen so many people throwing themselves at the opposite sex.

He propped up the bar awkwardly. He didn't want to attract attention. When it came down to it, he didn't know if he could talk to another woman 'that way'. Fran had always been everything he'd always wanted.

"You look nervous." A young woman said as she sat down next to him. She took his left hand in hers and trailed the point of a stiletto up his calf.

Doug was shocked at her intimate gestures. He couldn't believe that she was being so forward. He had been so nervous taking Fran's hand in his for the first time.

She was very attractive, with an Oriental caste and sexy, tight business suit.

"I'm Angela and you can ... 'relax'...with me." She said, drawing closer to him until he could feel her breath on his cheek and smell her Chanel No5.

"I'm Doug." He replied with a croak in his voice. He watched her, so close to him, her blouse stretched taut over her chest. Did she work for Matchmaker? He wanted to ask but the words wouldn't come.

"How long have you been married?" She asked coyly as she twiddled his wedding ring.

"Tw...twen..ty years." He stammered. He'd been hoping that that band of silver would repel her interest but if the glint in her eye was anything to go by it just excited her more.

"And you've been faithful all those years, Doug?" Again, that little girl voice, so soft and quiet he found himself straining closer to hear her. Her hand was stroking his thigh.

He gulped and nodded.

"But here you are and we both know why." Her fingers brushed up against his crotch, causing him to jump slightly.

"I...don't...umm..." Doug stammered again.

"Ssssh...you're going to fuck me tonight and trust me, you won't think of your wife once." She had taken him by the hand again and now she led him towards the exit.

++++++++++++++

They were in the elevator, heading up to her hotel room when she kissed him. Her lips tasted of cotton candy.

She'd caught him by surprise and he'd responded, her lithe body warm and enticing next to his. The contact made it seem so real some how. He was going to go through with this.

He put his arm round her as their tongues explored the other's mouth. The world hadn't ended and Doug was enjoying himself, though he wouldn't like to admit it. 

The doors parted and Angela led him out.

She opened the door to her room and pulled Doug inside.

They kissed again, Doug revelling, overwhelmed, by the feel of a new mouth on his, the difference of Fran's kiss and Angela's.

"We...I...this..." Doug protested. He knew that he had to do this but he was scared by how much he wanted to have sex with this woman.

"Ssssh." Angela told him, a finger on his lips. "You'll still be married tomorrow, your wife will never know that tonight you had the fuck of your life.... the fuck she never gave you."

He felt paralysed so he did nothing as she pulled of his tie and began to unfasten the buttons of his shirt.

She kissed and licked his neck as her hands yanked off his belt and undid the zip of his fly, rubbing at his cock through the fabric of his underpants.

He stumbled out of his pants as her hands spread down his lean, hairy chest to the waistband of his boxers.

"Fuck me, Doug." She whispered to him.

Doug took hold of her arms, a little roughly. She exhaled, her eyes spurred him on.

"Fuck me." She whispered to him.

He pushed her up against the wall, his hand finding its way up and under her skirt as he did so. 

"You're not wearing any panties." He said, smiling lustfully.

He shut his eyes as he felt her labia, shaved and bare and the tight folds close round his probing digits.

He gazed at her tits, his eyes full of intention but he had one hand inside her and the other holding her bare ass.




Matchmaker



She ripped her top apart to assist him.

"H,mmm ....." She moaned when his mouth latched on to one nipple and then the other. He sucked and licked them greedily. He'd never thought about how larger tits would feel to his lips, his tongue. He cupped one with a big hand and marvelled as the flesh spilled out.

He pinned her up against the wall with his body, his cock jabbing into her.

She took in a sharp breath but smiled wickedly.

"I need you to fuck me bad, Doug."

Doug reluctantly parted from her warm, panting body and retrieved the condoms he'd purchased earlier that day.

"Does you use them with her, Doug? Your wife?"

Doug shook his head.

"Fuck me without them." She pleaded.

She looked so hot, so ready; Doug would have done anything she'd have asked. He dropped the packet on the floor and swept her onto the bed. He gripped his straining erection and pushed it into her, taking a second to bask in the incredible experience.

"Fuck me hard, Douggie. The harder the better."

So that's what he did. He shoved his cock in and out of her so her body shook with each penetration. Her cunt took all of his thick nine inches.

He pulled her arms above her head as she wrapped her legs round his rutting body.

"Oh...Doug...that's good..." She moaned as he nibbled on her earlobes or laid playful bites on her neck. The sweaty friction of his weight was turning her on, eliciting a squeal or two from her pink mouth. She flicked and thumbed her clit unashamedly, whilst with her spare hand she scratched her nails into his ass as it pounded away.

"Unnnh..."He grunted.

The way that the walls of her pussy were clenching spasmodically Doug knew that she was close.

He quickened his pace.

"AHHHHHHH mmmmmmmmmmm...." She wheezed as she bit her lip in ecstasy. 

++++++++++++++

She pushed Doug up and he groaned his disapproval at this withdrawal.

She twisted onto all fours. Her perfect ass was waved in his face.

"Fuck me from behind, Doug."

He didn't need telling twice, he longed to be inside her again.

"Fuck me rough."

Doug pulled a handful of her black hair and wrapped it round his hand. The other hand tightened round her delicate throat, in time with his powerful thrust.

"Ah...fucking hell..." Doug growled. He didn't want to hurt her but she seemed to be getting off on it. Hell...maybe part of him did want to hurt her, was getting off on it too.

He slapped an ass cheek and again, hard enough to leave a red mark.

"Ohhhh....yeah..." She sighed.

He slapped her again as he slammed into her.

He came suddenly, without notice, just spurting his cum into her until no more would come.

+++++++++++++++

Day Three

+++++++++++++++

Doug woke up, feeling tired after last night's exercise. He was also feeling immensely guilty.

For the first time he had cheated on his wife, the woman he loved. The worst thing was that Angela had been right; he hadn't thought about Fran at all.

He dressed quietly and slipped away without waking the sleeping woman.

+++++++++++++

Doug checked the laptop as soon as he got back to his motel.

Angela had been in league with Matchmaker.

Last night's adultery had been fully documented by Matchmaker; Angela chatting him up at the bar, the kiss in the elevator, them fucking in the room.

Doug barely recognised himself in the footage. To anyone watching it he would have looked just like any other philandering husband.

He watched the video feed of Sarah, telling himself that she was worth this pain.

++++++++++++++

Doug remembered rushing to the hospital with Fran the day that Sarah was born.

He'd never loved his wife as much as when she'd been suffering labour pain. She was so amazing and strong and bringing new life into the world. He'd never felt so connected to her, so in awe. She was not just his soul mate but also the mother of his child. 

When Sarah finally appeared Doug realised that they had stopped being young newlyweds, they had become a family. 

He was full of worries and anxieties concerning the future but part of him was contented, he had everything that he wanted.

He'd only grown more in love with them ever since.

++++++++++++++

Matchmaker got in touch later that afternoon.

Doug had another club to visit, another night of infidelity to experience.

He had to admit it; the prospect seemed less daunting this time.

+++++++++++++++

This was no single's bar.

It was a full-blown sleazy strip joint, named Al's Nude Revue.

Doug watched the other customers entering from a vantage point across the street. They all looked like scumbags. Dressed in another suit by Matchmaker, Doug knew he'd stick out conspicuously. 

He swallowed hard and ventured inside.

+++++++++++++

"You Doug Page?" A fat, balding man enquired as Doug entered.

Doug nodded, disliking the stale smell of sweat and tobacco that counted for air in this place.

"Matchmaker said you're here for the show. Down the corridor and it's the last door on the left.

Doug nodded numbly. How could this psycho get away with all this shit? He had people who worked for him and yet all the authorities couldn't even prove he existed.

The corridor smelt worst than the small foyer.

The last door on the left was a curtain. Doug pulled it aside and headed in.

++++++++++++++

He was not alone. Two black women were sat at dressing tables. They were dressed in panties and stockings and suspender belts and nothing else.

Doug was embarrassed by their nakedness.

"Hello. You must be Doug." The first girl called out loudly and jumping from her seat. "Do you work out?" She then asked, appraising him.

"Er....yeah...." Doug answered. In fact he and Fran exercised togther, tennis, swimming and so on, like they agreed to stay attractive for one another. Now, his handsomeness felt like a betrayal.

"You're cute. Better than the fat fucks we usually have to work with." The second woman said, expressing her opinion.

"I'm Saheeda and that's Sugar." The first woman said, pointing at her friend.

Doug's mind was overloading. He couldn't have sex with black women! He wasn't racist but no....he'd never even thought about it. And strippers...he couldn't... 

Oh God, perfect for Matchmaker's games!

He gazed at their semi-naked bodies. He didn't know what he'd been imagining but both women looked amazing. As he saw their heavy breasts, curves and long legs, his curiosity was piqued.

His legs felt as if they were made of jelly. 

Maybe his nervousness showed because Saheeda caressed his face. Sugar got up to join her and Doug was sandwiched between the two strippers.

Sugar held a mirror and on it was a line of white powder.

It took a few seconds before Doug realised she was offering it to him.

"Oh...er...no...thanks....I...don't...." He struggled to spit out as he became aware of Saheeda's hand on his ass.

"A 'mutual friend' of ours will be disappointed. He thought you'd agreed to try new things..." She'd sung it in a cutesy voice but there was a definite malice in her wide brown eyes.

+++++++++++++

It was half an hour later and Doug was wondering if the cocaine was taking effect. 

His heart was racing and his breath felt shallow.

Saheeda and Sugar blended out of the darkness on either side of him.

Sugar took his face in both hands and bent to kiss him. It exploded in his brain. He'd never felt a kiss like it. His whole body twitched as her lips moved on his and her tongue darted around viperously.

Saheeda's hand was stroking his cock and thighs and, God, it felt good.

Soon they were both kissing him and he couldn't tell whose hand was who's as they massaged his body.

He noticed, in the middle of all of this, that they were on a stage and that punters from the club were watching him and the girls. This was filthy sex show.

It didn't seem to matter. He was feeling too good to worry about an audience.

He leant over and caught Saheeda's nipple between his teeth. His mouth filled with a sweet liquid. In surprise he let some dribble from his mouth and down his shirt.

"Saheeda's a new mommy." Sugar whispered to him.

He suckled from the swollen lactating tit and wondered if he'd enjoy drinking Fran's milk as much. He didn't think so. 

He ran a hand up Sugar's leg and on to her rump. The contrast of his white skin against hers seemed to shine in the darkness.

Sugar knelt down in front of him and parted his legs. Very quickly his pants were around his ankles and her lips around his purple cock head.

The spectators of this threesome had their cocks out too, jerking off in their seats. Doug couldn't seem to care because Saheeda offered him the next teat to feast upon and Sugar's tongue graced all the ridges of his shaft.

He glanced down to watch her afro bobbing up and down as his knob hit the back of her throat.

Saheeda had taken this opportunity to climb up onto the couch and to stand over him. She'd lost the tasselled skirt and her naked black cunt was right before his face. 

There was something about her recent motherhood that excited him in a way that Fran's never had. Something indecent.... 

"Grrrrrr...." He growled.

With both hands he grabbed Saheeda's ass and pulled her wet crotch towards him.

Her juices combined with the aftertaste of her breast milk and turned Doug into a gluttonous beast. 

He swallowed every drop he could, except when he set free the moans of pleasure he was receiving from Sugar's slurping blowjob.

He felt his balls twitch and the pressure building and his cries of climax were muffled as Saheeda ground her snatch over his face.

He felt as if he'd cum for minutes, shooting load after load until his balls were sucked dry. His hands tingled with pins and needles, as if his body were on fire.

He hadn't even got to fuck these bitches.

When another of coke was offered to him he snorted it without hesitation. The high was mind-blowing and left him happy to watch as the two women sixty-nined to the delight of the crowd.

++++++++++++++++

Comfortable with his nakedness, he didn't even tuck himself away, leaving his sticky cock exposed. He could even watch the masturbating onlookers dispassionately.

The whole experience was getting him hard again, to his disbelief. Where was this energy coming from? He'd never felt so strong.

+++++++++++++++

The dick entering her asshole startled Sugar but it barely interrupted her stride as she licked Saheeda's cunt.

"holy...." Doug cried as his cock disappeared into the bitch's ass all the way to his pubic hair. 

He'd never considered anal his whole life and as the slut's hole constricted round him he knew he'd been missing out.

He reached down to crudely grope her swinging tits and leered at the avid watchers. He was up here, fucking these whores and they could only look on wishing themselves in his position.

Saheeda was moaning incoherently, babbling loudly and breathlessly Sugar ate out her dripping hole. Her arms were flung about her restlessly as her climax built.

"Oshit. Ohshit... Ohsh... Oshit. Awwwwwwwww." She mewled staccato as she came.

Doug came shortly after as Sugar was free to focus on her ass, flexing and pulsing around the inches Doug had pushed inside her.

"Oh yeah, oh yeah...oh God Yes!" He yelled as he felt his hot jism explode in her darkest recesses and collapsed on the couch. He was too spent to play an active role in the rest of tonight's proceedings.

Saheeda sat on his lap. His deflating sensitive dick twitched when her skin glanced his, but as she settled down Doug enjoyed the warm nestling sensation on his cock and balls.

Sugar knelt over his face, filling his senses with her ripeness. Doug could only offer her a lazy lapping but Sugar seemed content as Saheeda compensated by rimming her bitter asshole. She was sucking out the cum that Doug had just deposited there. He loved the idea of it.

"Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh" Sugar groaned, riding Doug's face and trusting her butt in time with Saheeda's probing tongue.

Doug could see nothing but right then he couldn't imagine wanting to be anywhere other than this intoxicating darkness.

Sugar's movement became erratic above him he knew she was close. With a final burst of determined energy he flicked his tongue in and out in quick succession.

She slashed round, her knees gripping his head as the orgasm ripped through her anticipating body.

"Arrrrrrrrrr...."She roared like a warrior queen, echoing round the dank theatre until she let it all out and crumbled into a heap over Doug and the spotlight was turned off.

+++++++++++++++++++++

Day Three

+++++++++++++++++++++

Doug woke up in his motel room. His body ached all over and his face felt as if it were on fire.

As he showered flashes of last night's revelries came back to him. He couldn't believe that that man had been him.

His tears mingled with the very hot water.

How could he ever look in Fran's loving eyes knowing he'd partaken in such filthy debauchery? 

How could he ever make love to his wife now that he'd been exposed to the delights of brutal fucking, the pleasures of using the nearest available hole?

He hadn't wanted it, he hadn't sought it out but there was no denying to himself that he'd been changed. Like a black tar sickness his wants and desires had been irreversibly corrupted.

+++++++++++++++

Doug lay on the bed for hours, occasionally looking at the laptop for Matchmaker's next communication. 

He'd not dared watch the inevitable footage of last night. He was scared that he would not recognise himself.

++++++++++++++

"The game is over Doug but how long do you think it will be before you're fucking some bitch behind your wife's back?" Somehow the words, the text, the font managed to convey Matchmaker's distain for him.

Doug glared at the hidden camera. What scared him most was that Matchmaker was correct; he was already looking forward to the next forbidden fuck.

"If the game's over, tell me where my daughter is." He typed. He could only focus on that, the reason behind all this.

Matchmaker obliged. 

++++++++++++++++

Doug pulled his vehicle into the vacant lot. The plant was on the very outskirts of Leetown in a rundown neighbourhood. There was practically nothing around it except the ominous woods that separated the town from the ghost town of Sixville.

The large edifice looked as if it had been derelict for decades.

It has no remaining windows and its walls were covered in graffiti.

Doug turned on his flashlight and walked inside.

It seemed that people had lived here, or taken shelter here, a while ago. There were corners that held structures of cardboard boxes and decaying sleeping bags.

Remnants of bonfires and smashed up bottles littered the cracked floor.

The wind howled through the building and Doug pulled his coat close around him. Someone could be murdered here and help would never come.

He head further in, towards the gloom.

+++++++++++++++

He came upon a wall that divided the giant space. There were two doorways set into it.

One door hung loosely on its hinges, warped and rotting.

The second door was solid metal and looked new. Three padlocks were attached to the thick bolts. As Doug shone his light on them he realised that they were open.

He removed them and heaved open the door.

He couldn't tell what the room had been but the only way to leave it was to head down, underground.

Doug hesitated. He didn't trust Matchmaker not to kill him and leave his body to undiscovered but he'd always known he'd have to take that risk.

He felt the weight of the handgun in his coat pocket. It provided very little reassurance. This psychopath was too clever to be caught in front of the barrel of a gun.

Doug took the first step.

+++++++++++++++

Doug was at the foot of the stairs and facing a very long corridor. It was brightly lit and very white. This was Matchmaker's lair all right.

Corridors led off to the left and the right but they were dark, dank and obviously unused. Doug ignored them as he walked, only stopping to inspect the rooms directly off the central path.

There were suites of rooms. Each one looked like the one Sarah was being held in. Doug dreaded the prospect of finding her cold, dead body behind one of the thick security doors.

+++++++++++++++

He'd found her at last and he dashed in to the room to take her into his arms.

"Sarah! Sarah!" He yelled but she did not respond, could not respond.

He stopped and inspected the scene.

His daughter was naked, and suspended from the ceiling by an intricate web of ropes and terrible looking knots. Some sort of black device covered her eyes and ears.

With immense relief he saw that her lips parted and closed. She was breathing.

He tried to remove the device over her head but it seemed impossible. It was chained round her chin and delicate neck. Sarah trashed and struggled, trying to escape the very hands that had come to free her.

Doug stroked her beautiful blonde hair, trying to comfort her; to tell her that Daddy was here and that everything was going to be okay.

Feeling awkward he forced himself to look his naked child. Her breasts were large, her hips curved and her legs long and slender. He realised that she was very much a woman now. 

He shook his head and studied the net that held his daughter.

He hated to see her trussed up like this but rage would accomplish nothing. This game was designed to humiliate him and Sarah, he'd just have to grit his teeth and bear it.

Damn it, why had he brought a gun and not a fucking knife?!

He removed his coat and looked for the end of the rope.

++++++++++++++++

Having looked over every inch of her swinging body, he was flushed when he found the end near her left ankle.

With trembling fingers he worked at the first knot.

++++++++++++++++

Doug found himself sweating. The weave was so complex he found himself contorting and stretching to follow its tangents.

He wiped his hands on his pants.

"Just hold on Sarah. Just hold on. Its almost over." He kept repeating though she couldn't hear him.

She'd stopped struggling now, just flinching occasionally. Doug was glad. Her earlier efforts had caused friction burns on her creamy skin.

Doug rubbed his hand over one on her thigh. He wanted to take the pain away, to heal her soft, silky skin.

She felt so good under his hand.

Doug swallowed. He felt dizzy and he had to shut his eyes until it passed.

+++++++++++++

He was untying a knot by shoulder blade when Sarah's pert ass started to brush up against his crotch. 

As much as he fought it the movement aroused him, causing his cock to fatten.

His own daughter's naked body was turning him on!

He was disgusted with himself but there was nothing he could do. He was sure that Sarah must have been able to feel the hardness poised at vulnerable behind.

The cord went round her now and Doug reached round to follow it. It took his hand to her firm breasts. He held it just long enough to feel her erect nipple in his palm.

Sarah shuddered and took a sharp intake of breath.

Doug retreated like he'd been scolded. Should he go for help? Look for a knife? He couldn't chance it. Matchmaker might not take his refusal to play kindly.

He approached the next knot from the front, unable to forget the feel of her breast in his hand. A mental montage of Fran's breasts combined with the women of the past weekend. None compared to Sarah's. Had any hand caressed those beauties? Had any boy's lips worshipped there?

Was his daughter pure, virginal? 

Where were these thoughts coming from?

"Stop it. Stop it." He thought to himself as he scrunched his eyes shut. He couldn't think, at least he had never...of his daughter this way before. 

Matchmaker did not disappoint. The next knot rested on Sarah's perfect white inner thigh. Doug had to walk between her spread legs and kneel before her pinkness.




Matchmaker



Don't think about it, he resolved as he began to pick at the bonds. It may have worked if Doug hadn't caught a scent of her. It was sweet and musky and he turned to trace it.

A bead of wetness sat on the tempting folds of her pussy. Without conscious thought he stroked it away with his thumb.

"hmmmhmm...." Sarah moaned.

Doug glanced up. Could part of her be enjoying this? She had no idea who he was. It would be perverse to enjoy being in bondage as a stranger groped you, wouldn't it?

Entranced, Doug ran three fingers over the forbidden opening.

The girl didn't jerk away.

His hand made another pass and came away with juice on them. Her pussy was lubricating, ready to accept whatever should be inserted.

Doug licked his lips, outside of himself. He worked two of his fingers past her labia. She began to rock in her cat's cradle as he slipped his digits in and out of her.

Sarah was breathing heavily but not protesting, instead she bit her lip as her father and would-be rescuer assaulted her clitoris with his thumb. Was she silenced by fear, defiance or mute in expectation?

Doug couldn't tell. 

If he were honest with himself he didn't care.

Her lip trembled and Doug stood up in front of her. He wanted her to feel his breath on her neck, the other hand on her ass swinging her towards him and onto his frigging fingers.

Doug smiled. Her cunt was tighter than her mother's had ever been. 

He lowered his grinning lips to her tits, to kiss and adore them.

"Ahhhhhhh...." Sarah exhaled and Doug wondered what it must feel like, the coolness of his saliva against the burn of the rope. Soothing?

He bit her. Not hard or anything, just a reminder that there was no safety here. Here at the mercy of Matchmaker.

Matchmaker could do anything here, had gotten away with everything here. Why, he could have raped Sarah and gotten clean away....

Doug left Sarah's steaming hole reluctantly. He walked to his jacket.

A few seconds later his cock was sheathed and aimed at his daughter's golden snatch. Now was the point of no return, Doug had to decide what so of man he wanted to be.

++++++++++++++++++

"Awwwwwww!"

Sarah jumped as Doug pushed into her, slowly, to get a feel of her, to sear the sensation of incest into his memory. He may not get another chance and he knew he'd savour this memory forever.

He barely had to work, just use the rope to pull her onto his hard meat.

"That's it, Sarah..." He groaned as he was buried in her up to his balls.

Sarah's lips fell into a big 'O' as Doug began to thrust at her. God he wanted to inseminate her, like Angela, the bitch at the club.....oh well....there could be no evidence of his perverted action...

"Nmnmnm...." Sarah whimpered.

Doug didn't know if some college boy had gotten to her before him but he did know no one had fucked her like he was fucking her. She was too tight for that.

Daddy's big thick cock was really opening her up.

He wrapped his arms around her just in time to feel a ripple work its way up the length of her nubile body. She was responding to him whether she wanted to or not.

Suddenly Doug wanted her to cum. What a perfect way to demonstrate what a little slut his daughter was!

His hand slipped down to twiddle her engorged clit and Sarah began to writhe against her ropes. Doug played there for a while, until all of her consciousness was focused on the cock stuffing her cunt and jolts from her clit and then he shoved a finger into her unsuspecting asshole.

"Hnnjjjjar....ar...nar...nar...." Howled his daughter as her body climaxed violently, involuntarily. "Oh God...oh god....." She cried breathlessly as the aftershocks of orgasm failed to subside.

Doug smirked.

He tugged on the ropes until they bit into her skin and he used them to pull himself up on to tiptoe. Just using his hips he penetrated her methodically.

He could feel it building now; his own climax, the end of everything he had once been, loyal husband, good father... He became a heaving rutting animal. The detonation of ecstasy was unbelievable .As his spunk was shot into latex he had never felt better. 

++++++++++++++++

Doug opened his eyes and lifted his head from Sarah's shoulder. His deflating dick was still inside his daughter.

He pulled his sweaty body off of hers.

The world was spinning. 

He couldn't believe what he had done and how much he had enjoyed it. His conscience was threatening to overwhelm him.

He staggered backwards until he hit a wall. He sunk down.

What had he become? Only days ago he'd been a decent family man...

A shadow fell over him.

++++++++++++++++

Epilogue

Later

++++++++++++++++

"Doug, my contractions have started. I've called the ambulance. Sseshh.......Can you meet me at the hospital?" Fran asked Doug over the phone.

Doug took a few seconds to respond. A few moments earlier he had cum over Sarah's face and had been enjoying watching it dribble down over her rosy cheeks.

"I'll be right there." He promised.

"The baby?" His mother asked, concerned.

He nodded as he gathered his strewn clothes.

"Another heir of Matchmaker." Doug's father said proudly as he extracted his spent dick from Sarah's ass.

The couple in the cell below could go unsupervised for a little while. The cameras would capture everything.



Matchmaker Bandit Novel Pt. 01



Hello All,

I am Maximillian Excaliber and before the story I would like to tell you the importance of leaving feedback.

As a writer, it is important to know how well or not well received a work is by received the target audience. Unlike movie and TV studios, we can not rely on focus groups to tell us how our work is being accepted.

On this site, the mechanisms some of us writers rely upon, especially the new ones like myself, are feedback and ratings.

A given work may have been read by 8000 people in three days, but if only 10 or 20 people take the time to rate it and only 2 to leave feedback it is impossible for us and you to tell how popular the story actually is and it is difficult for us, as writers, to know what may need improvement.

While feedback is important to improvement, ratings are the best gauge of how popular a story is but they are only reliable if enough people do so.

For those of you who don't know, a "Hot" story is one that has an average of 4.5 after 10 or more votes. They will have a little red "H" beside their names in the lists displays but some of the best stories have poor ratings because only a few people have taken the time to rate them while literally thousands have actually read them. And so, unless you stumble across them by accident, you may never know about them.

Feedback can always be left anonymously and ratings are always anonymous so please, even if you do not wish to leave feedback, take the time to rate the story.

Unfortunately, I submitted the novel to the editor I started using about three months ago but he is quite busy and does not have the time to edit the novel. I have decided to post it here so I can go on to other projects. Finally, I have made every attempt to make this novel error free that I can, I am sure there are errors in it that, despite my attempts, have slipped past my editing process. Should you find any, please notify me by email and I will correct them. When posting your comments, please try to keep this in mind: I do not represent this as a professional quality work, but it is the best I can do.

Thank you for taking the time to read this and Happy Reading.

*

 Introduction 

When I started writing some months back, it was with the intention of developing my skills sufficiently so that, with confidence, I could begin writing more conventional fiction. Each story I write is a learning experience for me as I attempt to sharpen my technical skills and story telling techniques.

You will find my stories are becoming longer than the previous ones as I attempt to weave more plot and character development into them.

I hope this is an improvement and you enjoy them.

And now for a word about this particular set of stories.

A few years back I received a couple of rotator cuff injuries that, until recently, had remained undiagnosed. Between that and some other medical problems I will not go into right now, I unfortunately found myself spending more time than I wanted to in medical offices. One good thing has come out of it though; all that time waiting gave me a few ideas for a couple of stories. 

This series is the first one of those ideas I have put to words.

As you read these, I think you'll find it amazing what can be running through one's mind while they are in a waiting room. 

When next you go to the doctor or dentist, think back on these stories and try to imagine what the other people in the waiting room are daydreaming about as they wait alone with you. I think you'll find it an interesting way to pass the time.

When I started writing this storyline, it was with the intent of writing a single short story. However, as I was reaching the end of what would eventually become part one, it occurred to me that the Matchmaker Bandits had never failed to acquire their objectives before. 

The idea of infallibility has never set well with me so I decided to make them just a little more human, and once in a while, let someone else get the best of them. I already had begun to get other ideas for expanding the story floating through my mind when I decided to write what would eventually become Part Two. By the time I was finished with it, my imagination was running full out and I decided to see just how far I could take the storyline.

Please keep in mind the following when you get to Part Four: 

One of the two main characters, Lyle Cunningham, describes a medical history including attempts to treat a condition that affected him while he was in college. 

While you are reading part four, as outrageous as the medical history described may seem, it is based on actual events in my life. 

The main differences between the medical history depicted in the story and what actually happened to me are that I saw far more doctors than does did the character in the story before being properly diagnosed and my gallbladder problems went on for over four years. Also, I am now a type-2 diabetic. The end results of the gallstone being left in too long are that I now have a damaged spleen, pancreas, and liver. 

Yes as unbelievable as it sounds, it really does happen.

I want to stress that this is a work of fiction. While some places actually exist, the small town of Magnolia, in Part Five, is a complete construction of my imagination. All characters and events are fictitious and any similarity between the characters and events in the novel and actual people or events is purely in the imagination of you, the reader.

Also, I'd like to thank "Jaily Ember" for taking the time to edit this massive undertaking of mine.

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Maximillian Excaliber

 Part One – The Patient 

 Prologue 

"Did you get the full five thousand this time, Baby?" Johnny "King" Muller asked Joyce Collins, his girlfriend, and wife of the unsuspecting Kent Collins as she opened the front side passenger door of her car and got in.

She replied, "Yes, just like you told me." With a look of concern on her face she asked, "But what if he asks me about it?"

"Fuck him! That will shut him up, then give me a call. I'll come get you and we'll take the forty-five grand we've got and blow town with it before he knows you're gone." He said as he began pulling out of the bank's parking lot. "No let's go back to your place. I want you to blow me while I sit in the sap's favorite chair. Then I'm going to fuck you silly in his bed. I can't believe that idiot could be home fucking that hot ass of yours all weekend but the moron is working instead."

She slipped her hand down between his legs and lowered the zipper on his pants. Then she reached into the opening and gently began massaging his cock while he drove to her house. Without missing a stroke, she said to him, "We've never done that before, isn't that risky? What if he comes home and catches us?" 

'King' was driving with one hand, his other arm being around her small waist and his free hand also already under her dress and rubbing her naked pussy.

"Don't worry your sweet ass about it. Baby. I'll take care of him if he shows up!" he said menacingly.

 Chapter One - "Off Work Early" 

It had been a long hard work week. In fact, it had been a long hard four months at work. I had put in fifty-five hours of overtime this week alone and being salaried, I would receive no extra pay for it. 

This particular week I had spent almost every waking hour at work trying to keep what I thought was a flaky server up and running, only to find out that the battery-backup it was plugged in to was defective. To make matters worse, the software that was supposed to monitor it was buggy.

To say that I was tired when I walked in the front door of my house would have been the understatement of the century. 

Still, I always enjoyed coming home to my showcase house. It was one of the things that reminded me why I worked so hard. I found few things more beautiful than the view provided me when I walked in my front door. The radiant afternoon sunbeams shining through my patio doors onto the hard wood floor of the living room is absolutely unforgettable.

While I was certainly no millionaire, we both loved having all the conveniences we could afford. Most people would think I was crazy for indulging in such luxuries as having high definition televisions and phones in every room in the house including the bathrooms, but I wanted to enjoy the fruits of my labors. 

If you had asked me then, I would have told you that life was good and couldn't get any better. 

But despite the beautiful view that was waiting for me when I walked in the door that day, I was extremely tired. All I wanted to do was enjoy a nice relaxing shower, grab an ice cold drink from the refrigerator and fall into a coma until my wife Joyce, Joyce Vivian Collins, that's her full name by the way, came home. 

Her car had not been in the garage when I pulled up and I just assumed that she was out finding new and creative ways to spend most of my latest paycheck. 

She seemed to have a natural talent for causing the money to disappear as fast as I made it. At that time, I didn't even mind that she could go through money faster than a bulimic goes though a buffet.

You see, while I, Kent Collins, might be a geeky, average looking guy of about 5'9" tall and having short brown hair, brown eyes and the pale white complexion of your average office dwelling computer nerd whose never seen the light of day, Joyce was very much not!

She was a stunning blond knockout that most men would have killed for, and she knew it. I think the best way for me to describe her is to simply say that she could easily have passed for Anna Nichole Smith's twin sister. 

I wasn't stupid enough not to know she was going to be high maintenance when I married her and I also knew from the beginning that I would have to keep her happy. 

Yeah, I know, my priorities were screwed up back then.

There could be no doubt about it; I was luckier than most forty-eight year old men. I was not deeply in debt, was not paying off any ex-wives and I had no children to support. The last was by choice. 

I had just never felt the need to fight my mortality by procreating and it didn't bother me a bit not to her the 'pitter-patter' of little ones running wildly through the house. I was very fortunate that my trophy wife didn't want to ruin her perfect figure by having a family. 

Don't get me wrong; I'm not as selfish as you might think. Had she wanted children, I would have done everything I could to see to it that she had them, even it that meant adoption. But she didn't. So, it was to our mutual satisfaction that she remained that most desirable woman I married for as long as she could.

But back to my story. I had taken a nice long shower and was feeling very relaxed when, with a towel rapped around me, I headed from the master bath to the kitchen. My only desires at that time was to open the refrigerator and find something cold to drink before laying down for a nice long nap. I went through our bedroom, down the hallway and into the living room on my way to the kitchen.

When I got to the living room, I stopped dead in my tracks. What I saw was Joyce's slimy ex-boyfriend, Johnny 'King' Muller, sitting in my favorite chair, nude from the waist down with his pants around his ankles and my bare-chested wife kneeling in front of him trying to see how much of his dick she could use to swab her throat!

Unfortunately, the sight of my unfaithful wife blowing the scum ball was not foremost on my mind at the time. What was foremost on my mind was the pistol laying on the end table that 'King' was reaching for with his right hand.

The events that occurred next are still somewhat of a blur to me. I remember my towel opening in the front and it leaving me completely exposed as I attempted to dive behind the couch. I remember seeing 'King' suddenly grab Joyce by her hair and yank her mouth off of his dick as he tried to aim the pistol in my direction. 

After that, I have some recollection of Joyce protesting to 'King' about something. All that was followed by an excruciating pain in my groin just before I hit the floor behind the couch.

The sound of Joyce saying, "Jesus King, you could have warned me!" was the last thing I heard before I passed out from the pain.

It occurred to me later that while 'King' was shooting his big pistol at me, he was also shooting his little pistol at Joyce and his wad had ended up all over her face. From the screaming she did, you would have thought that the shot she received hurt more than the one I did!

It seems that one of my neighbors had heard the gunshot and called 911. 

When the Police arrived to find me laying unconscious on the floor in a pool of my own blood, Joyce and 'King' were nowhere in sight. 

Despite 'King's' best attempt, I guess I wasn't dead after all!

 Chapter Two - "Vas Deferens"

 While one usually doesn't use the words 'It sounds worse than it really was" to describe being shot, that is exactly what it was.

When I came to, I was in the emergency room being examined by a female physician. The pain in my groin area was almost unbearable and I remember her saying to me as she gave me a shot for it, how lucky I was. As I once again passed out when the shot took effect, I didn't find out until later what she meant.

The next thing I remember was waking up in the recovery room. Even in the drug induced state I was in I knew that I had undergone some form of surgery. I think I asked the nurse what had happened before passing out again. When I awakened once more, I was in a hospital room with a different nurse standing over me.

"Welcome back, Mr. Collins." She said with a smile on her face without looking up from her watch as she took my pulse.

About that time the fog was lifting enough from my brain for me to begin to feel both cold and pain coming from the area of my testicles.

In horror, I started to lift up the sheet to look under it as I said to her, "What...what happened to me?"

The nurse grabbed my hands and gently pulled them away. Then she said to me reassuringly, "You're going to be just fine, Mr. Collins. Let me page the doctor and he will explain everything to you." With that, she picked up the phone on the stand next to the bed and began speaking into it for several moments.

After she had put down the phone, she turned to me and said, "Dr. Mark Jennings will be here shortly to explain everything to you. Don't worry. You're in good hands. He is one of the best urologists in the state. In the mean time, I'm going to give you something to help ease the pain."

I was about to argue with her but before I could say anything she produced a hypodermic, uncapped it, inserted the needle into the IV and began slowly pushing the plunger. Thirty seconds after the fluid began flowing into the tube a car could have run over me and I wouldn't have cared.

Some hours later I reawakened to the sound of voice. There in the room talking, were two people. I recognized the woman as the nurse who been so quick with a hypo but did not know who the man was that she was talking to but I assumed it was one of the hospital physicians.

He glanced over at me and said to her, "Good, he's awake!" and walked over to my bedside.

"I'm Dr. Jennings. You are a very lucky man, Mr. Collins." He said to me smiling.

The pain was beginning to hit me even while the fog of sleep was lifting. I looked at him and said, "So everyone keeps telling me. I sure don't feel like it right now."

"I'm bet you don't! But trust me, you are going to be just fine in a few days. You will need to stay in bed for the next day or so." he said confidently, and then added, "Do you have someone to look after you?"

"Huh?" I said to him quizzically before adding, "What happened? Why do my balls hurt so much?" Then it finally occurred to me to ask the really important question, "I still have them don't I?"

The doctor looked at the nurse and asked, "Hasn't anyone told him?"

"He hasn't had any visitors yet, no family members, no friends, nobody." she replied to the physician.

"Oh, I see." he said to her. Then turned to me, "I have consulted with a few other urologists and the best we can figure out is that when you dived for cover, the towel covering you fell open allowing your testicles to hang freely downward at the time you were shot. Had that not happened, the bullet most probably would have destroyed both your testicles. 

Instead, the bullet severed both your 'vas deferens'. That is the technical name for the tubes leading to your testicles. The result was that when the bullet severed them you effectively received an instant vasectomy. It was a one in a million shot. The paramedics got to you very quickly which is why you did not bleed as badly as you could have. 

It was your good fortune that I was already at the hospital seeing another patient when you arrived. I performed surgery on you to clean and cauterize both the entry and exit wounds of the bullet, and the severed tubes. 

This was necessary in order to prevent infection and further bleeding. 

I'm sorry to have to tell you but I am pretty sure that you will no longer be capable of producing offspring." He paused a few seconds to let what he said sink in. Then he continued, "However, once you recover, everything should feel and work pretty much the same way it did before with the exception being that you probably will not be able to impregnate a woman." Then he asked, "Do you understand?"

Speechless, I nodded affirmatively.

He continued, "The pain and discomfort you are feeling is about what a man would experience after having a vasectomy. 

Because of the amount of blood you lost, I am going to keep you overnight but you can expect to be discharged in the morning. You will probably want to take it easy for a few days and keep ice on the wound to minimize the swelling. 

The ice will also help with the pain. When you are discharged, you will be given two prescriptions; one will be an antibiotic to prevent infection and the other a mild painkiller. 

Take the antibiotic as indicated and the pain killer only as needed. I'd like to see you at my office in about a week to make sure that the wound is healing correctly.

After that, we'll check your ejaculate for sperm in about three months but I wouldn't get my hopes up if I were you. The damage to your tubes was quite extensive." He looked down at the chart he was holding long enough to write something and then said to me without looking up, "Do you have any questions? Is there anything I need to clarify for you?"

It seemed pretty simple to me so I paraphrased for him, "I take one bullet and now I am permanently shooting blanks! Right?"

"Yes, that's right." He replied before asking, "I can have my office fax something over to your employer tomorrow giving you a week's sick time if you'd like?"

Hell, I needed a break anyway after the hours I had been putting in, so I said to him, "Thanks, that would be great."

"If you need anything or have any questions, just call my office." He said as he handed the chart back to the nurse. 




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Two minutes later he was gone and five minutes after that I found myself alone and finally had time to consider everything that had happened.

At first I thought the whole thing had been my fault and that, perhaps, I had simply spent too much time at work and had ignored Joyce. Then it occurred to me, nobody made her decide to start seeing 'King' again. She never complained about my not being there for her while she was spending the money I was earning. 

I don't know which hurt more, my balls or my heart when the cold hard truth finally sunk in that she probably never cared about me at all. If she ever had, she couldn't have left me lying on the floor the way she did.

Just before I fell asleep again, I made up my mind that the first thing I would do when I got home was to call a lawyer and see about filing for a divorce.

Chapter Three – "Coming Home"

While I was waiting to be discharged the next morning I finally had visitors. I had expected someone from work to come and see me and I was a little surprised when it turned out that my visitors were two representatives from the Atlanta police department. 

One was a very tall black man who identified himself as Detective Rollins and the other was a much shorter, stocky Caucasian woman with a somewhat butch haircut that he introduced as Detective Williams. 

After Detective Rollins asked me how I was doing, he asked me if I remembered what happened. I recounted what I could remember of the events that led to my being in the hospital to them. Throughout the whole time I was speaking, Detective Williams was busy making notes in her somewhat worn out notepad.

"You know, you're very lucky that the bullet did not hit anything vital and we are not here investigating a homicide."

I was tired of hearing everyone tell me how lucky I was and I guess I was a little curt when I snapped at her saying, "While I am equally as glad that you are not investigating a homicide today, I don't exactly feel very lucky right now. Somehow it does not seem very fortunate to me at all that I was shot by the asshole my wife was blowing!"

"Under the circumstances, that's quite understandable Mr. Collins," Detective Rollins said to me, as he handed me his business card then continued, "Be sure and call me immediately if you remember anything else or should your wife or 'King' try to contact you. One last thing, if you're up to it. When we have the paperwork finished, we'd like to bring it by later on and have you sign it. We'll call first if that's acceptable?" 

To their credit, the Detectives didn't take my response personally but had responded quite professionally.

I felt bad about being short with them. After all, it wasn't their fault I was shot. I guess I was feeling guilty about being caught up in self-pity. They were right! It really could have been much worse and I really was very lucky to be alive and in one piece. I could have ended up ball-less or worse dead! After I decided to swallow my pride, admitted to him that he was right, and apologized for my rudeness, they both left just as the nurse returned to discharge me.

I had spent two days in the hospital and despite what had happened there, I was still looking forward to going home right up to the moment I walked in the door.

Until then it really hadn't hit me. I guess the sight of my blood on the living room floor was what did it or, maybe it was just all the medication they had been pumping into me for the last two days. But, when I saw the dried bloodstain on the floor, I suddenly became nauseous. I barely made it to the bathroom in time.

After I had finished emptying the contents of my stomach into the toilet and rinsed the taste out of my mouth, I made up my mind that I was just going to have to deal with what had happened and headed back into the living room.

When I got there, I sat on the couch and just stared at my favorite chair trying to think of what to do next and tried to put the image of 'King' getting his knob polished by my soon to be ex-wife out of my mind.

Finally I decided to call my boss and explain to him why I hadn't been to work that day and that I would need the rest of the week off. I could tell that he wasn't happy from the tone of his voice, but what the hell, I had enough sick days saved up to have open heart surgery, a hip replacement and a carpal tunnel release and still not make a sizable dent in them. 

When I hung up the phone, I checked both the caller ID log and answering machine messages. There were none. Any regrets I had about not being at work instantly disappeared when I realized that my boss didn't even care enough to call and find out why I wasn't at work.

I got my laptop, went into the bedroom and began looking up divorce attorneys on the Internet. Several calls later I found one that looked promising named Howard Booth. 

To my good fortune, Mr. Booth was just starting his practice. Personally, I like lawyers that are not long out of law school and eager to get started. Things are still fresh in their mind and they tend to work cheaply. When he offered to come by and discuss the case with me I made up my mind that unless he came across like a total idiot I was going to hire him.

True to his word, Howard showed up at about 2:00 PM that afternoon. He seemed very concerned and asked if I was absolutely sure that I really wanted a divorce--that is, until he heard what had happened. About three hours and several forms later he left, seemingly quite pleased at having a new client.

Once he was gone, and after I refilled the icepack I was using to elevate the pain near my testicles, the doorbell rang. Icepack still in hand, I opened the door.

I was greeted with a lovely smile belonging to Margo Wilson, an old girlfriend whom I hadn't seen in about twenty years. 

"Hi, Margo," I said as I smiled, then added, "Long time no see!" I was genuinely happy to see a familiar face.

Margo was standing there in one of those pastel colored uniforms that many women now working in doctor's offices wear. Normally, this attire is about the most unflattering thing for any woman to have on. But she made it look good, which is a tough thing for any woman to pull off. 

As I greeted her, I couldn't help but notice that even though she had to be at least forty-two, she had hardly changed a bit. And, to my pleasant surprise was as beautiful as ever. Hell, if anything, the years had made her look even more beautiful.

I was about to tell her so but before I could get the words out, she wrapped her arms around me, gave me a gentle hug and said in that sexy British accent of hers, "I heard what happened to you; how are you doing, Kent Honey?" 

"I'll get by," I said to her. "I'm sorry, I'm being a poor host. Would you like to come in and sit down for a while?" I asked.

She must have noticed the icepack in my hand because she said to me, "You should be sitting down, Honey! Do you need me to refill with ice for you?"

"No, thanks. I just filled it a minute ago." The ever growing pain in my scrotum told me I did not want to dwell too much on how beautiful she was. I said to her, "The living room's this way," and motioned in the direction of the living room.

After she saw the bloodstain on the floor, she stood there in silence as her face turned red with anger. Finally she proceeded to the couch and sat down.

Once she was sitting, I sat down in my favorite chair and lay the icepack on my right thigh. I wasn't about to set it in my crotch in front of her.

Before I could say anything, she jumped up from the couch, took the icepack from my thigh and very gently set it in my lap. "Don't be shy." She said, "I deal with these kinds of things all the time."

'How did she find out? And, for that matter, how could she possibly deal with these kinds of things all the time? Is there some kind of an epidemic of whackos out there running around trying to blow guys balls off?' I thought to myself. 

As if reading my mind, she answered me; "I'm a nurse now. I work for Dr. Jennings. When I received your chart from the hospital and saw you were shot, I just had to come over and see how you were doing. I hope you don't mind my intrusion?"

For the first time since I was shot in the scrotum I felt embarrassed about it. I must have blushed because she said to me, "It's nothing to be embarrassed about, Honey, I told you I deal with these kind of things all the time. We have lots of men come into the office to receive vasectomies; it's nothing new to me."

I guess my embarrassment turned to anger because I said flippantly, "I didn't get a vasectomy, I got shot!" As soon as the words left my mouth I regretted saying them. 

I had just started saying so when she cut me off and softly said in a most soothing voice, "It's OK, Kent, I understand. I'd be pissed off if I were you too. I know you must be tired after everything that has happened. Have you had anything to eat?"

She was right, I was angry, very tired and I hadn't eaten since leaving the hospital. It occurred to me that I was indeed hungry.

"I am kind of tired and the last thing I remember eating was breakfast at the hospital," I replied.

She frowned and said, "Well, then that's convenient since I haven't had dinner yet either. I know this really nice Italian restaurant near here that delivers. You still like Italian food don't you?" I nodded affirmatively. She continued, "Then why don't I order something from it and you go lie down for a cat-nap until the food arrives?"

"Sounds good to me. But I get to pay," I insisted. 

Protesting, she said, "No, we'll have none of that! It was my idea so I get to pay! After all, I showed up at your doorstep as an uninvited guest. So you have no obligation to feed me! Now you go rest and I'll wake you when it gets here!"

It had been a long day. I was too tired to argue with her so I showed her where the remotes for the TV and satellite were before heading to the master bedroom to retire for my nap.

As I lay there trying to fall asleep, I recalled the good times we had sharing an apartment together with two other friends back in our college days some twenty-five years ago. We had been good friends but things had remained strictly platonic between us. 

I was so serious back in those days about getting an education and going to work that I purposely avoided having a social life. It occurred to me as I drifted off to sleep that I couldn't recall seeing a wedding ring on her finger.

About an hour later I was awakened by the sound of Margo's sweet voice softly calling me from the doorway. 

I remember as I walked through the living room noticing that she had cleaned up the blood from the floor. You couldn't even tell that anything had ever happened there. I could even hear the sounds of the washer and dryer going in the laundry room.

We sat down at the dinning room table and started eating as we began catching up on old times. 

She told me she had been married until her husband had a midlife crisis. He left her for a young girl half his age only to be dumped by the girl two months later for a younger man. I couldn't help but laugh when she told me that when he came back to her begging forgiveness she told him to go 'wank' himself. That was six years ago. Margo also told me that when the last of their three children had joined the Coast Guard and left the 'nest', she re-entered the work place. She had been working for Dr. Jennings for about ten years now. 

After listening to the other women in the office talking about their bad experiences in dating, and then observing of some of the things she had seen in Dr. Jennings office, she decided to remain single and take a break from relationships.

Considering what had just happened to me, I could see where she was coming from.

She asked me if I had heard from Marcia and I told her no. I was still pissed off about being shot and I told her that if I never saw Marcia again it would be too soon. I felt the need to explain why so I told her the whole story about what had happened.

Margo listened intently and then when I was finished, said to me, "What are you going to do? I know it's so soon but have you given it any thought?"

"Divorce the bitch!" I said angrily. I actually regretted saying the words. I looked at Margo for a moment and said, "What's happening to me? Three days ago I was as deeply in love with her as a man could be. Now, I don't think I'd care if the police found her dead body laying in a gutter."

Margo took her hand and placed on mine and said to me, "It's only natural to feel conflicted, Kent. 

The woman you loved betrayed you with another man and left you for dead. I know it hurts, but time really will ease the pain. You've got a week off from work; take the time to recover both physically and mentally. Don't try to hurry back. Whatever you do, don't try to pretend that nothing has happened. It will just hit you much harder later. But most importantly, try to get out of this house as much as possible. There are too many reminders here. It helps. Trust me; I know." 

She looked at her watch, reached into her purse and retrieved a business card; then wrote something on it. Afterwards, she said to me, "This is Dr. Jennings' business card and I have written my number on the back. Don't hesitate to call me if you need anything or just if you need someone to talk to. I've got to be at work early tomorrow morning and have to be going but I will call you about noon and see how you are doing. Now hand me that icepack and let me refill it before I leave."

I did and when she came back with the icepack I escorted her to the door. After another hug she was gone and I was left once more alone in the house with just my thoughts to keep me company.

I decided to try to take my mind off of everything that had happened by paying some bills that I knew were about do. I got my laptop and logged onto my bank's site. I was shocked at how low the balance on our checking account was. 

After looking at the transactions log, I could see that Joyce had been making regular cash withdrawals every week in the amount of two hundred dollars for almost the last four months, not to mention the unusually high debits paid to some rather overpriced local restaurants during the same time period.

It occurred to me that I better take a look at our savings account too. Except for six thousand dollars, it was almost empty. After my anger subsided, I logged into my broker's server and looked at my mutual funds; they were still untouched. I mentally made a note to call both my bank and broker in the morning and remove all access she had to our accounts. Then I thanked God that Joyce did not get at the mutual funds I had been contributing to for the last several years where most of what you laughingly call my wealth was. 

The signs were all there! I just didn't see them. For one thing, Joyce and I had not been intimate for almost four months. At the time, I attributed it to the combination of my not being home enough and Joyce getting her periods. I realize now that it was no coincidence that Joyce 'cut me off' at just about the same time 'King' showed up in town. 

But I didn't know all this at the time, and while I might be able to add numbers in hexadecimal, I simply couldn't add one slime ball plus one cheating wife and come up with one affair! 

I know it sounds a little preposterous but you have to understand that at the time, between server upgrades, mass workstation shuffles and a host of other major projects I had been putting in so much overtime at work that I had been both too tired and stressed to pay attention to what was happening at home. 

'Well,' I thought, 'I hope she enjoys it. It will be the last thing she ever gets from me!'

It had been a long day and I was both exhausted and severely pissed. After I shutdown my laptop, I took a shower and went to bed. Once there, I finally found the peaceful rest of sleep.

 Chapter Four – "A New Beginning" 

The next morning I was awakened by a call from Howard Booth telling me that he had filed the papers with the court that morning. He must have been up all night working on them! I told him how she had cleaned out my accounts. He said not to worry and that he would use every trick in the book to see to it that she never got another thing from me again. 

I was still a bit sore but definitely feeling better so I decided to go to a local eatery and have breakfast. While I wasn't at the time interested, I was still flattered by the amount of attention I was getting from the rather cute waitress I had. 

By the time I left the restaurant, I was in a much better mood than I had been in the day before so I decided instead of calling my bank that I would just go by.

An hour later I had closed our joint accounts, opened a new account in my own name and deposited the remaining money from both the checking and savings account into the new one. I called the broker from the bank and let her know I what I need and asked her how long it would take to process the paperwork. She told me to come by and that she would have the papers be ready by the time I got there. You've got to love quality service!

The phone was ringing when I walked in the door and I picked it up just before the answering machine caught it.

It was Margo. "Had lunch yet, Kent?" she asked. 

I looked at the clock and sure enough, it was noon sharp! Wondering where the time had gone, I answered her, "Nope, just got in. I haven't had time to make anything yet."

"Feel like going out? Or have you got plans already?" She inquired.

I looked around the house and thought about it for a second. I really didn't want to be home just yet. "Sure, but this time I pay. OK?"

"Want me to pick you up or would you rather meet somewhere?" She responded.

Trying to think of someplace nice that was close to where she worked I asked her, "Can you meet me a Stonewall's on Tenth Street in about ten minutes?"

We met; we ate and spent more time talking about old times. And while I didn't think of it at the time, it was our first date together, one of many that we would disguise under the pretense of rekindling our friendship over the next few months.

 Chapter Five – "Legal Maneuvering" 

It had been two months since I was shot and I had returned to work. I found out that the company I worked for had been bought and all the unallocated stock in their Employ Stock Option program was going to be disbursed to the employees according to some bizarre formula management had worked out. 

When all was said and done, because of my time and pay-grade, I would end up with about two million dollars in stock. I had to immediately reinvest it into some form of retirement fund or Uncle Sam would eat me alive in taxes. 

The first thing I did was to call Howard and tell him about it. He told me not to tell anyone else about it yet and told me that if I got a call from the police regarding Joyce to call him immediately. Not to talk to them or her unless he was present. I was confused, but he was the lawyer and I figured he knew what he was doing.

As luck would have it I got a call two days later from Detective Rollins telling me that 'King' and Joyce had been found. Since the detective asked me to come down to the station, I called Howard after hung up the phone. Howard told me to go on down to the police station and that he would meet me there.

When I got there Howard was already waiting for me. As soon as I walked in the door, he took me aside and whispered to me, "How badly do you want to get back at your ex-wife?"

"I just want her out of my life for good." I said earnestly.

He smiled and said to me, "That's what I was hoping you would say. Let me handle this. I think you will be happy."

Then, as Detective Rollins came over towards us Howard walked up to him and asked to speak to him alone for a second.




Matchmaker Bandit Novel Pt. 01



I sat in the lobby wondering what was going on for almost an hour when Howard came back out, briefcase in hand and a shit-eating grin that ran from ear to ear on his face.

He opened his briefcase, took out some papers and handed them to me.

"What's that?" I asked.

Opening the papers, he turned to the last page and pointed to a signature on the bottom line and said, "That my friend is your signed uncontested divorce in which your soon-to-be ex-wife agrees to accept money taken as her divorce settlement. And, this is a copy of a plea agreement she just made with the district attorney's office in which she agrees to testify against 'King' in return for the attempted murder charges being dropped against her."

"How the hell did you manage to pull that off?" I asked in astonishment.

Still smiling, he said to me, "First, I told Detective Rollins that you had hired me to represent your wife and then I demanded to see her. Then, when I got her alone, I told her that you would not testify against her if she would sign the divorce papers and agree to testify against 'King'. She went for it! After that I told Detective Rollins that she was willing to testify in exchange for immunity from prosecution."

"Is that legal?" I asked him.

He stepped close enough to whisper again, "Just between you and me, legal yes. Someone will have a hard time proving a conflict of interests as I represented both my clients to the best of my ability. You got your divorce and she stays out of jail. Ethical? Not in a pig's eye but sometimes ethics have nothing to do with justice? When I explained to her that this was a state in which the party found guilty of adultery takes nothing from the marriage, she realized there was no reason to fight the divorce and every reason to agree to it. I'm just sorry that you had to lose as much as you did. By the way, you will never see a bill from me for representing her so don't look for one."

And just like that, Joyce was out of my life forever. Howard told me she didn't even shed a tear when 'King' pled guilty and accepted a fifteen years sentence for shooting me. Ain't love grand?

One month later I was a free man in every aspect. 

Not only had I received the finalized divorce papers in the mail the previous Friday, thus freeing me from the bounds of matrimony, but I had just left my job for the last time secure in the knowledge that that very morning the E.S.O.P money had already been transferred into my retirement account, freeing me from the bonds of economic servitude. 

It took a great deal of self-restraint when I left to keep from telling my boss exactly what he could do with my job. 

I had already decided to supplement my monthly income by setting up a website and selling software via downloads on the Internet.

For the first time in years, I felt like I didn't have a care in the world when I walked into Dr. Jennings's office that Friday afternoon for my three-month follow-up after the shooting. 

 Chapter Six - "The Collection" 

A week before I had delivered the requisite sperm sample to the lab at the hospital. I was there to find out definitively whether I was impotent. 

It was the beginning of a long holiday weekend and Margo told me I was to be the last appointment of the day and we had plans to go out to dinner after she closed up the office. 

I didn't have to wait long when I got there, the waiting room was already empty and when I was met by Margo personally, it occurred to me that the rest of the staff must have already left.

She seemed to force a smile when she whispered "Good luck" as she led me to the doctor's office. 

When I got there, he greeted me politely and asked me to sit down. I heard the sound of the door closing softly behind us as he started speaking, "The test results are in and they are 100 percent conclusive. I am sorry to tell you, Mr. Collins, that as I feared, you are unable to father a child."

"Well, that's that." I said to him.

He seemed surprised by my response. He looked up at me and said, "Most men your age would not handle this so well; do you mind telling me why you are not upset by the news?"

"I've had a lot of time to think about it over the last few months. It won't change anything to let it bother me, and I can't change what has happened. If I do meet a woman who loves me, the one thing she will have to do is accept that this is the way I am. Odds are, at this stage in my live, any woman who is interested in me most probably will either have had children of her own or not want them."

He considered my words and then said, "That's a very practical way of looking at things, Mr. Collins. Thank you for taking the time to explain it to me. Now if you don't have any questions, I have to be leaving." He pressed a button on a panel on his desk and then added, "Margo will process you out. I hope you have a happy life." And with that, he stood, shook my hand, put on his jacket, picked up my file and began walking me towards the door to his office just in time for Margo to open it from the other side. He handed her the file and walked past her. As he did he wished her a happy holiday weekend. 

Just as Margo and I got to the nurse's station, I heard a door behind us close and realized we must be alone in the building.

She looked at me and I knew what she was thinking without her asking. I simply responded by taking my left hand and making a thumbs down motion. When she saw it she put the file she was holding and wrapped her arms around me and said to me softly, "I'm so sorry, Honey; they should have cut that bloody wanker's balls off for what he did to you!"

I put my arms around her, looked her straight in the eyes and said to her, "I'm not! I don't have to be able to make a baby to love a woman." I had just begun to kiss her when I heard a sultry female voice behind me say, "How romantic?" 

It was followed by male voice saying, "I told you we should have waited a few more minutes; now there's two to tie up instead of one."

Seemingly ignoring us, the female said to her male companion, "From the looks of it, I think if we had we probably would have found those to wrapped in each other's arms and moaning in ecstasy on one of the examination room tables."

Margo and I were both surprised by the sound of unfamiliar voices coming from behind us and we turned around to see who was talking and there, standing before us, was a man and a woman. 

The unknown woman was a buxom full figured brunette; about five foot eight inches tall and had long wavy hair that came down at least six inches past her shoulders. What could be seen of her face indicated that there was a quite beautiful woman behind the mask.

The male standing beside her was about six feet tall, had curly jet black hair and a beefy muscular body somewhat like that of a professional football player. The fake black beard and mustache he was wearing looked like it had come from a dime store Halloween costume. 

Were they both now pointing pistols at us, I would have laughed at the utter obscurity of his disguise. In his other hand, the man was holding a large canvas bag similar to that used by workmen to carry their tools.

They were both dressed in white lab coats and each was wearing a cheap plastic Lone Ranger mask on their faces. 

Embarrassed by the strangers statement, a blushing Margo said to them, "If you've come for the drugs we don't keep enough here to make it worth your while and the prescription pads are useless to you because all the druggist now electronically verify every prescription before filling it so you're wasting your bloody time."

"First, before we go any farther, you may call me Ms. White and my companion here Mr. Black. And so there's no confusion, we aren't here for the drugs. We're here to steal the good Doctor's collection!" responded the female intruder.

A strange look suddenly came over Margo's face and she said, "What collection?"

"Don't play coy with me. I happen to know that you have been signing for the shipments he's been receiving." Responded the buxom female.

Margo fidgeted nervously as she said to the beautiful bandit, "I don't know what you could possibly be talking about." Margo said nervously. I know I wasn't convinced and I wondered if the two robbers were?

"I told you don't play coy with me. We've been watching you for months so take us to where he has it hidden; or, do I need to see if you have any sodium pentothal in one of these medicine cabinets around here and ask you both after it has had a chance to kick in?" The female bandit threatened.

Without hesitation, Margo replied to her, "That won't be necessary. I'll show you where it is. Just don't hurt us."

"Now that we've cleared that up, by all means, lead the way!" Ms. White said as she motioned down the hallway with her pistol.

I noticed that Mr. Black set the canvas bag down on the floor before following her.

Margo led us all to the doctor's office and then inside. When we were all inside, she said to Mr. Black, "You will need to close the door. It can't be accessed unless it's closed."

He looked over at Ms. White who nodded to him whereupon he closed it behind him.

Once Mr. Black had closed the door, Margo walked over to the bookcase that was behind the doctor's desk and removed a very large volume of what appeared to be a medical journal. Then, reaching her hand into the vacant space on the shelf, she seemed to turn something. When she did the wall holding the bookshelf to begin pivoting to one side just enough to create a four foot wide opening revealing a dark room beyond. 

"Let's all see the goodies. After you." Ms. White said triumphantly.

With Margo once more leading the way, we all entered the room. She stopped for a second, then there was a click and the room was unexpectedly filled with light.

I stood there momentarily as my eyes took in the contents of the now illuminated room.

It was massive; the room must have been at least fifteen feet wide and seventy-five feet long. While the very fact that it had remained undetected was unique, what stood out the most were the room's contents, for running from one end to the other were four very long shelves. 

Each shelf must have contained tens of thousands of vibrators, dildos and other device designed for self stimulation. I could tell that some were very old and other brand new.

I looked over at Margo and said, "How long have you know this was here?"

"Oh, I don't know. About six years now." She replied uncomfortably. "A shipment came in just as I was getting ready to go home one Friday when the doctor was supposed to be on vacation. He always unpacked the supply shipments personally. I just thought he wanted to make sure the count was right so I never questioned it. But with him out of the office, I decided to open it and restock the medical supplies myself so he wouldn't have to do it first thing the following Monday morning. 

He walked in just as I was about to call the vendor and report what I thought was a shipping error. When he asked me to hang up the phone, I began to realize that there was no error at all. I told him so and he confessed that he had been collecting the stuff for years. He begged me not to tell anyone about it. He said if it ever got out it would ruin his reputation. As he's a damn good doctor, I didn't see any reason not to his keep collection a secret. At first, he would ask me to sign for the occasional shipments when he wasn't here, after a while, I was helping him catalog and file them." 

"Excuse me," interrupted the female felon, "did you say you have been cataloging all this?" 

It was obvious that Margo did not want to respond to the buxom bandit's inquiry when she said, "Yes."

"Computer or hard-copy?" Came the sultry voice once more.

When Margo replied "Both," I could tell from the tone of her voice that Margo was becoming increasingly annoyed by having to assist the bandits. Then she added, "He keeps one hard-copy here and another in a safety deposit box for the insurance company."

Margo continued, "Anyway, I had a lot of time on my hands with the divorce and the kids gone. At first, it was a way to pass the time away. But as time went on, I guess his hobby became my hobby. This collection is quite fascinating, actually. Do you know some of these are over two hundred years old? Why there is even a polished wooden vibrator that used to belong to Cleopatra in the glass case on the back wall!"

I had been in adult novelty stores but had never seen a collection this large. "This collection is huge, Margo! How long has he been accumulating it?"

"Oh, I don't know. For about the last twenty years or so. It seems he got the idea in medical school. It turns out that ever since the days of Hippocrates doctors used to treat 'hysterical' patients, women, by massaging the clitoris until they reached 'paroxysm' (orgasm). 

In the 19th century it became a treatment for those diagnosed with hysteria and neurasthenia. It was a big money maker for the doctors. 

Probably to save the wear on there hands that manually stimulating the clitoris was causing, they began experimenting with various methods and devices. Some of the early ones involved the use of spraying water to massage the clitoris. 

Finally, in about 1880, a countryman of mine invented the first electric vibrator. From then on, lucky women were being buzzed to bliss in doctor's office everywhere. But they were not the only ones; there were even vibrators for men diagnosed with certain amorphous ailments."

She looked over at me just then and saw the look of astonishment on my face. As I was wondering how she had learned so much about the subject, she said to me nonchalantly, "Doctor Jennings loves to talk about it. I suspect the dear man knows more about than any man alive. He's quite a scholar on the subject."

"That's all very interesting. I really do wish I had time to hear more about it, but Mr. Black and I have places to go and things to steal. So if you'll kindly move to one of the examination rooms, we'll get started and be out of your hair in no time at all." Ms. White said energetically.

We all exited the storeroom and continued through the doctor's office into the hallway beyond. When I noticed Mr. Black pick up the canvas bag he had been caring, I couldn't help but worry what these two criminals had in mind for us as Margo and I entered the nearest examination room.

 Chapter Seven - "The Examining Room" 

"There are no locks on these doors and we can't have you walking around free while we are filling up the truck." Ms. White said to me. She paused a few seconds and then added, "I have to be sure that neither of you will be in a big hurry to go running outside screaming for the police at the top of your lungs. Therefore, I need both of you to take off all your clothes."

I looked at her in disbelief, then said, "What?" followed by Margo saying, "Are you totally daft?"

"No I am not! Now take off your clothes or do I have to have Mr. Black here break your boyfriend's arm?" she replied.

Her face now red, Margo said angrily to the vivacious villain, "Leave him alone you sodden cow! Can't you see he's been through enough already!"

"I'm sorry! I completely forgot where I am." Ms. White said to me with a tone of sincere apology in her voice. She continued, "It never occurred to me that you might be a patient. I assumed you were office staff and working late." Then turning to Margo she added, "Let me see his file"

Margo looked at her angrily and said, "It's back at the nurses station!"

"Mr. Black, please escort this young lady back to the nurses station while she retrieves the file." The buxom villain instructed her cohort.

They both returned about ten seconds later, Margo file in hand and the male bandit trailing not far behind. 

Disgusted, Margo handed the female criminal the file. 

As she took the file from Margo, Ms. White turned to me and said, "If you don't mind, would you show me some identification." 

I retrieved my wallet from my back pocket and showed her my driver's license.

After looking at it for a second, she began reading it. Then she said to me, "Are you alright? You're not going to pass out on us or anything are you?"

Somewhat taken aback by the female robber's sudden change in demeanor, I replied, "Thanks, but I'm fine. I have healed quite well. In fact, the doctor gave me a clean bill of health today. I'm in perfect condition, other than having had a .22 caliber vasectomy that is."

"Excuse me?" The normally silent Mr. Black asked in obvious confusion. 

Margo responded, "He came home early from work and was shot by the slime ball his whore of a wife was blowing. They both left him for dead."

"That's ex-wife Margo. The divorce papers were finalized last Friday." I corrected.

I noticed a little smile appear on Margo's face when she heard my words.

When the female bandit finished examining my file, she stood there with a look of both surprise and embarrassment on her face for several seconds. Finally, she looked at me and said, "While I'm honestly glad you are better, unfortunately, it leaves me no other option but to insist that you undress."

"Is that what really happened to this guy Ms. White?" Mr. Black said to his companion, his voice portraying a tone of disbelief.

Ms. White simply nodded affirmatively.

"Damn! That's pretty fucked up! Sorry to have to ruin your weekend buddy, but you're both going to have to do what she says." Mr. Black said to me.

Something told me he was both sincere in his apology and serious in his intent so I began undressing. 

Margo, however, chose that moment to become combative and tried to make a lunge for Ms. White only to be caught by Mr. Black. He simply held her like a small rag doll in his powerful arms.

"Let go of me you overgrown rottweiler." she screamed at him but he simply held her fast in his powerful arms.

Ms. White seeing that I had stopped undressing seemed to be reading my mind. I could swear she knew that I was about to spring upon her for she turned her pistol on Margo and said to me, "This is no time to be a hero Kent, she might not be as lucky as you were!"

Seeing that the pistol was now aimed at Margo, I stood motionless.

It was then that Ms. White said to Margo in a very disquieting tone of voice, "You can either behave yourself or I can go find something in the medicine cabinets to calm you down. Which will it be?"

Margo stopped struggling.

"That's much better. Now, will you undress yourself or shall I have Mr. Black help you?" Asked Ms. White.

Margo looked back at Mr. Black who was smiling. Next she said, "Fine, just tell him to keep his wanking paws off me."

"I think you can let her go now Mr. Black." Ms. White said to her companion. Then she added, "Shall we try again? Why don't you two pretend you are playing doctor together and strip?" It was plain from the way she said it that it wasn't a question.

When I saw Margo slipping out of her dress, I began to undress myself. 

The truth is that I lay awake more than one night lately wondering what she looked like beneath her clothing. While I had inwardly desired to feast upon her nude body, this was not exactly the way I wanted to do so. 

Having already removed my shoes and pants, I was trying unsuccessfully not to think about her body when I was temporarily blinded by the tee-shirt as I pulled it over my head. 

As I opened my eyes, I was stunned to see that she had already removed her bra and was now standing before me with the peaks of her firm bare bosom pointing straight at me.

The sight was too much for me and I instantly began sporting a raging erection. It didn't get any small when she lowered the very sexy black lace panties she was wearing and stood there a moment later fully nude except for a pair of long white nurse's stockings covering her legs. Even those looked gorgeous on her!




Matchmaker Bandit Novel Pt. 02



Hello All,

I am Maximillian Excaliber and before the story I would like to tell you the importance of leaving feedback.

As a writer, it is important to know how well or not well received a work is by received the target audience. Unlike movie and TV studios, we can not rely on focus groups to tell us how our work is being accepted.

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Feedback can always be left anonymously and ratings are always anonymous so please, even if you do not wish to leave feedback, take the time to rate the story.

Unfortunately, I submitted the novel to the editor I started using about three months ago but he is quite busy and does not have the time to edit the novel. I have decided to post it here so I can go on to other projects. Finally, I have made every attempt to make this novel error free that I can, I am sure there are errors in it that, despite my attempts, have slipped past my editing process. Should you find any, please notify me by email and I will correct them. When posting your comments, please try to keep this in mind: I do not represent this as a professional quality work, but it is the best I can do.

Thank you for taking the time to read this and Happy Reading.

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Introduction

When I started writing some months back, it was with the intention of developing my skills sufficiently so that, with confidence, I could begin writing more conventional fiction. Each story I write is a learning experience for me as I attempt to sharpen my technical skills and story telling techniques.

You will find my stories are becoming longer than the previous ones as I attempt to weave more plot and character development into them.

I hope this is an improvement and you enjoy them.

And now for a word about this particular set of stories.

A few years back I received a couple of rotator cuff injuries that, until recently, had remained undiagnosed. Between that and some other medical problems I will not go into right now, I unfortunately found myself spending more time than I wanted to in medical offices. One good thing has come out of it though; all that time waiting gave me a few ideas for a couple of stories. 

This series is the first one of those ideas I have put to words.

As you read these, I think you'll find it amazing what can be running through one's mind while they are in a waiting room. 

When next you go to the doctor or dentist, think back on these stories and try to imagine what the other people in the waiting room are daydreaming about as they wait alone with you. I think you'll find it an interesting way to pass the time.

When I started writing this storyline, it was with the intent of writing a single short story. However, as I was reaching the end of what would eventually become part one, it occurred to me that the Matchmaker Bandits had never failed to acquire their objectives before. 

The idea of infallibility has never set well with me so I decided to make them just a little more human, and once in a while, let someone else get the best of them. I already had begun to get other ideas for expanding the story floating through my mind when I decided to write what would eventually become Part Two. By the time I was finished with it, my imagination was running full out and I decided to see just how far I could take the storyline.

Please keep in mind the following when you get to Part Four: 

One of the two main characters, Lyle Cunningham, describes a medical history including attempts to treat a condition that affected him while he was in college. 

While you are reading part four, as outrageous as the medical history described may seem, it is based on actual events in my life. 

The main differences between the medical history depicted in the story and what actually happened to me are that I saw far more doctors than does did the character in the story before being properly diagnosed and my gallbladder problems went on for over four years. Also, I am now a type-2 diabetic. The end results of the gallstone being left in too long are that I now have a damaged spleen, pancreas, and liver. 

Yes as unbelievable as it sounds, it really does happen.

I want to stress that this is a work of fiction. While some places actually exist, the small town of Magnolia, in Part Five, is a complete construction of my imagination. All characters and events are fictitious and any similarity between the characters and events in the novel and actual people or events is purely in the imagination of you, the reader.

Also, I'd like to thank "Jaily Ember" for taking the time to edit this massive undertaking of mine.

Finally, whether you like it, hate it or are totally indifferent, please take the time to rate it and leave feedback. Also, when doing so, try and remember that the works on this site are mostly done by amateurs such as myself and are edited by volunteers. While every effort has been made to ensure that it is as error free as possible, some minor errors should be expected. Please send me an email and I will correct them in a future reposting of the story. It is very import for the feedback and rating system to be viable that you rate and leave feedback for each posting only once.

Without further ado, please enjoy this, the first Matchmaker Bandit Novel.

Maximillian Excaliber

Part Two – The Office Manager

Prologue

Previously in Part One, Ms. White and Mr. Black originally believed that they had found the Jennings Collection until he arrived on the scene and convinced them that he had replaced all his valuable artifacts with replicas. At first, they didn't believe him. But when he pointed out labels on the bottom of all the 'valuable' artifacts indicating them to be phony, the two robbers left thinking that they had been outsmarted. 

Later, Dr. Jennings confided to his nurse Margo and her lover Kent that, while he had indeed outsmarted them, the two bandits had actually been holding real artifacts all the time. It was the labels that were fake and not the artifacts and that he had actually returned that evening to move the real items to a safer location.

Hastily, Dr. Jennings, Margo and Kent moved the Jennings Collection to a storage container the doctor had rented earlier that day.

Undaunted by their first failure to steal the Jennings Collection, the Matchmaker Bandits continue their crime spree in this, Part Two.

Chapter One – "Final Flight"

February 2006

"We're losing fuel rapidly; the number one engine just went out too, Bob!" Ron Macarthur said to his co-pilot as the warning buzzer sounded and the warning light for the number one engine began blinking. There was a tone of concern but not panic in his voice as he began to increase power to the Boeing 707 airplane's two remaining engines. 

Ron Macarthur and his friend Bob Early had been hired by the charter service to fly the old airplane back to the airline's maintenance depot where it was to be decommissioned. 

Accompanying them was Candice Foster, a head stewardess for the charter service. Candice and her husband Wyatt were both close friends of Ron and his wife Delores.

When the first warning buzzer came indicating that the number two engine had failed, everyone in the cockpit thought it was an electrical failure because the engine was still running at the time. 

Tom Rogers, the ship's Flight Engineer, couldn't figure out the problem and had gone below to see if he could fix it when the engine actually failed. Seconds later the number one engine failed.

Just seconds after that the number three engine failed the airplane exploded in mid-air somewhere over the Gulf of Mexico. All aboard were killed instantly.

The F.A.A. would later determine that the fuel tanks were ignited by an electrical short caused by condensation on a wiring harness near the number one fuel tank.

Chapter Two – "Running Out Of Options"

February 2007

As I walked out onto the back porch of my Southern Plantation Style home that Friday afternoon to watch the sun setting over the lake, I gazed upon the Georgia sunset and tried not to think too hard of the many times that Ron and I had sat there on the swing together enjoying the beautiful afternoon view.

Instead, I filled my mind with recollections of that week's job interviews and the rejections that I been receiving.

Before I was married, I had worked as the office manager for Dr. Victoria Mercer, who just happened to also be a long time friend of both Ron and myself. And, after Wyatt Foster, Victoria was the first one to call and ask me to see if I needed anything when Ron died.

With Ron gone, I was forced to try and go back to work doing one of the few things I was good at, medical management. I had applied for several positions but there were just no offers coming in. 

Almost with out exception I kept hearing the same thing, "I see you have been out of the job market for quite a long time Mrs. Macarthur", and I was getting tired of hearing it! What did they think, my IQ had dropped and all the experience drained out of my head during the years of being a homemaker?

A year had gone by since Ron's death and with the insurance money all but gone, the bills were coming in faster than I could pay them. 

Ron's death had left quite a void in my life and it was almost as if I were starting over again only this time with a great big hole in my heart. 

For the past nine months I had applied for jobs everywhere I could think of and was quickly running out of options. 

The only job I had received an offer for since posting my resume on the Internet was in Augusta, and I really didn't want to have to move. By that time, I knew that if something didn't come my way soon I would have to take the job as the bills were coming in faster than I could pay them!

As luck would have it, the morning I had decided to call and see if the job was still available in Augusta, the phone rang. 

"Hi Dee, how are you doing?" It was Victoria.

"Getting there, Vickie. Getting there." I told her somberly. I tried to sound a bit less melancholy when I asked her, "So what's up?"

"Why didn't you tell me you needed a job?" She sounded a bit hurt.

I guess I wasn't thinking when I said, "How did you find out?"

"That is your resume that's posted out on the Internet isn't it?" She asked.

Feeling a bit dumb, I answered her, "Yeah, that's me. But who told you it was out there, one of the doctors I applied with?"

"No, I found it myself. I'm looking for someone to replace Rhonda; her husband Bill, you remember Bill don't you? Anyway, he's in the Army and just got orders for Fort Ord, California. She's leaving in four weeks." Then she said, "I'm in a bad way. I'm going to need a new office manager and the office is so busy right now that I just don't have time to spend on job interviews. I need someone fast that I can trust and won't have to baby-sit while they learn the ropes. You still open to offers or have you already accepted a position?"

Was I open to offers? Hell yes I was open to offers! I said to her, "When do you want me to start?"

We spent the next half hour going over the details. I was to start the following Monday and would be brought up to speed by Rhonda before she left. After that, we spent the next couple of hours just talking about old times. 

It couldn't have come at a better time; and for the first time in months, I finally had something to look forward too.

Chapter Three – "Starting Over"

I showed up early that Monday before the staff arrived for a conference with Vicky and Rhonda. After cordialities, they began briefing me on the names, positions and responsibilities of each staff member along with any individual quarks they thought I should know about.

My first day at work came to be quite a surprise to me. Now you might think it was because I hadn't worked for several years and needed to get re-accustomed to the hectic routine of a doctor's office. That goes without saying. 

No, it was because for some reason, Vicky had neglected to tell me that Wyatt Forster was working for her. Imagine my surprise when she told me as she was briefing me on the office staff, that he had been working there as a file clerk for about five months. Wyatt had been a pilot for the same charter service that Ron worked for and that had to have been a big pay cut. 

Vicky must have seen the expression on my face because she said; "He left the charter service right after the accident. He'll tell you about it if he wants to. If he does, I think you'll understand." Then she added, "It never occurred to me to ask you, but I'm asking you now. Is it going to make you uncomfortable working with him?"

After the funeral, Wyatt and I lost touch with each other. I guess at the time we were both trying to grieve in our own way. Somewhere deep inside, neither of us wanted to talk to the other for fear we would end up reminiscing about our spouses.

It would have been just too awkward to see Wyatt. Not just because of our shared loss, but also because we had dated each other for two years in high school. We both knew that had I not gone to an out-of-state college and he joined the Air Force after graduation, our lives might have been different. I think at that time, neither of us wanted to think about it.

I thought about what she was asking for a second and said, "No, Wyatt is and always will be my friend."

"Good." Vicky said, "I hoped you would say that! Now, shall we go meet everyone?"

One by one I was introduced to each member of the staff. Vicky somehow managed to save Wyatt for last. I think from his reaction that Wyatt was as surprised to see me as I was at finding out he worked there. 

The rest of the day was uneventful until I got ready to go home that afternoon. Like a lot of other medical offices, the practice closes the doors at 4:00 and the staff usually leaves when the last patient is gone. 

Rhonda and I had decided to stay late and go over some of the changes in insurance filing procedures when, at about 6:15, we decided to call it a day.

I remember thinking as I was headed to the rear exit that it had been a good first day and was already looking forward to the next. I opened the door and headed to my car when I saw Wyatt leaning, with his back to me, over a car. The hood was up on the it and he appeared to be trying to fix something. I walked up to him and said, "Need any help?"

"The damn thing's been acting up for months! I knew I should have put it in the shop when I had a chance! Now I won't be able to get a mechanic out here until tomorrow morning! FUCK!" I could hear the annoyance in his voice as he was saying it.  

He looked up suddenly from the car as if it had just occurred to him who he was talking to and said, "I'm sorry Delores, I didn't even realize that was you. I was just venting." Then he added, "I'm just mad at myself for not getting this hunk of junk looked at when I should have."

"Need a lift?" I suggested.

With a big grin on his face, he said, "Thanks, that would be a big help! Let me just lock it up and I'll be right with you."

On the way to his house, we talked about old times and what we had each been doing the last several months. Neither of us mentioned our spouses. I don't think either of us would have been comfortable doing so at that time. 

When I told him what a surprised it was to find him working for Vicky, he told me what had happened to bring it about. 

"I quit the charter service Delores. Too many corners are being cut everywhere and the F.A.A. is dropping the ball. They seem more concerned about not inconveniencing the airlines than they are about safety. I got fed up with the whole damn mess and decided to do something else. I'd rather make less money than deal with the aggravation. 

I needed someone to talk to so I called Vicky and told her what I was contemplating. She tried for hours to talk me out of it. Finally she gave up. That's when she told me that her file clerk had just left to take a job in Columbus and asked me if I'd like the job. It was just my good luck that she hadn't filled the position yet." He was silent for a few seconds, then he added, "I know filing all day is not much after you have flown airplanes for a living, but the pay's not that bad and I like it."

When we got to his place, as he was getting out of the car, I asked him how he was planning on getting to work in the morning.

"I thought I'd take a cab." He replied.

I thought about it for a second and said, "Look it'll cost you a fortune and you are going to need the money to get your car fixed. I just live a couple of sub-divisions over, why don't you let me pick you up and we will carpool until you get it fixed?"

"You sure it won't be an inconvenience?" He asked hesitantly.

I smiled and said, "No, not at all. Pick you up at 7:00?"

As I drove the few remaining blocks home, my mind was a mix of joy and sadness at seeing my friend. I was both happy to see him again, and sad to see how much the tragedy we both shared had affected his life.

The mechanic came during our lunch break the next day. When Wyatt came in, I could tell from his face that the news was not good. It turned out that his car was in worse shape that he thought and he was going to need a new engine and it would take at least two months to get the parts. 

At first when I suggested we continue to carpool, he was resistant saying that it was too much of an inconvenience for him to ask of me. When told I wouldn't take no for an answer, he insisted that I let him give me some money for gas. So, I told him that it really wasn't out of the way but while I wouldn't take his money, if it would make him feel better, he could buy me lunch. He gave in and agreed.

From then on, we started going out to lunch every Friday together. 

When Wyatt's car was fixed, we decided to continue to carpool, swapping off driving every other week, and save us both some gas.

It didn't take long of us seeing each other every day before any reservations I might have had about renewing our friendship were gone. 

It finally occurred to me that as much as Wyatt was like a brother to Ron, Candice was like a sister to me. I know that Ron would have trusted no one more than Wyatt to take care of me; and, I'd like to think, where Wyatt was concerned, Candice felt the same way about me. One thing I was sure of, both of then would have wanted us to be happy.

I don't think either of us planned it that way but after about six months, we started becoming quite close again, like the way we had been in high school.

I had been waiting for him to ask me out for the last two months. Finally, when he didn't, I decided to take the initiative. I sort of ambushed him with it. On the way to work one day I started talking about all the new movies that were coming out and eventually worked my way around to a particularly popular movie at the time. 




Matchmaker Bandit Novel Pt. 02



Casually, I asked him what he thought of it, hoping he hadn't seen it. When he told me he hadn't, that's when I asked him if he wanted to go see it with me. I must have caught him totally by surprise because he stammered like a schoolboy when he said yes.

Even though all we did was to watch a movie, eat popcorn and share a large soda together, that Friday was a momentous occasion. It marked a turning point in both our lives when we each left behind things past and moved on to pursue things new.

For the next several months we dated. In all that time, Wyatt had been the perfect gentleman, much as he had been back in high school. We had never shared anything more intimate than a kiss when fate intervened with an event that would change both our lives forever.

Chapter Four – "The New Partnership"

It was three months later; Vicky had told me to call a staff meeting. She was going to announce to everyone else that she was going into partnership with Dr. Mark Jennings and that that practice was going to be moving into the new building in about two months.

"That is, assuming that everything is ready on time." She emphasized, then added, "Now before you ask, no one is going to be laid off. I will need each of you to work on Saturdays for a few weekends, especially you Wyatt. 

As for the rest of you, Delores will let you know who will be needed and when. But most importantly, I want you all to know that jobs are safe. Now for the good news, if this goes smoothly, you can all expect a nice bonus when it's over."

And it did go smoothly. Well, almost! It was the last Saturday before we were due to open in the new office. Everything had been moved except for the last shipment of patient files and the movers were supposed to show up the next morning to pick those up.

Except for me, the office was empty but it wouldn't be that way for long as I was expecting Wyatt back any minute. 

Wyatt had been gone for about fifteen minutes having left to go and to get us some food for diner. 

We were just about through, having perhaps an hour's more work to do, but were both so hungry that we did not want to wait until the ride home to pick up something to eat. Instead, we decided to order takeout from one of the nearby Chinese eateries and have Wyatt go pick it up.

Wyatt and I had been going through files most of the day. I was tired, and somewhat dirty from handling paper files and cardboard boxes all day long. It was my good fortune that Vicky had made sure the contractors install a shower when the building was constructed. 

She told me once that it came most handy on those days when she was on call to the hospital and had been forced to spend a long night dealing with patients in the emergency room. 

I had brought a change clothes with me and decided that I had time to take a quick shower before Wyatt got back with the food.

Vicky kept several spare dresses, still in the plastic bags the cleaners on a shelf just inside the shower room just in case she needed them. Vicky is about two sizes smaller than I am so there would be no mistaking our clothes even if they did look the same.

I placed my clean clothes on the shelf, took off my dirty clothes and placed them in the gym bag I had brought with me and preceded to take a shower.

About five minutes later, I had just turned off the shower and was drying off when I heard footsteps coming towards the door behind me. 

"Wyatt, is that you? I'm almost done honey; I'll be out in minute." I called in the direction of the door as I dried my hair.

When I looked up, it was to discover there were strangers standing there waiting for me. Neither of them was Wyatt.

Unfortunately, I recognized who they were. I had read several newspaper accounts about and infamous couple of thieves known as the Matchmaker Bandits who seemed to specialize in erotic art, antiques and collectables. 

I was pretty sure it was them as they both matched the description in the newspapers exactly, the man being a tall muscle bound male and the female a rather comely looking brunette long shoulder length hair and a rather stunning figure. 

As he stood there, the man held a pistol in his right hand and a large canvas bag in his left one. 

The newspapers had said they the used the pseudonyms 'Ms. White' and 'Mr. Black.' Both were wearing gray overalls and besides the pistols they were pointing at me each had one additional distinct article of 'clothing', a cheap plastic Lone Ranger mask. 

The papers had also mentioned that not once in their many robberies, had they killed or seriously harmed anyone. Just then, I found that fact very comforting and, I suspected if the news accounts were true that if I didn't give them any trouble I wouldn't be harmed.

I had no doubt what the two criminals were there for! I just hoped the rumors of what happened to their captives were not true.

"Hello Delores! Having a nice weekend? Enjoy your shower?" Came the voice of the female bandit.

I looked her straight in the eyes and said, "Well, to tell you the truth, it looked like it was going to be a nice weekend until you two showed up!"

"Now really, that hurt! How about you Mr. Black? Are you pained?" She said obviously feigning indignation. 

He answered, a tone of sarcasm in his voice, "To the quick, Ms. White! I fear I shall never recover."

"Well, I know you didn't really mean that. To show you what good sports we are, we are willing to forget that remark if you'll just be kind enough to show us where the good doctor's collections are." The female intruder said.

As I tried to cover my nude body with the towel I was holding, I said, "I don't suppose it would do any good to tell you I don't know what you're talking about would it?"

"You could, but Mr. Colt here isn't as patient as I am and he absolutely insists. Would you like to argue with him?" Ms. White said as she raised her pistol slightly and pointed the deadly weapon directly at my heart.

Having no other option, I said to her, "Well then, since you put it that way, I guess I have no choice. May I get dressed first?"

"I don't see why not, here put this on." Ms. White said as she picked up one of Vicky's black dresses and threw it to me.

After I caught it, I looked at it and said, "That's not mine, it's too small for me! It'll never fit!"

"Sure it will, give it a try. Of course, if you want to go around naked, that's fine with me. What about you Mr. Black?" She said maniacally to her partner.

He smiled, looked at me and said, "Works for me. I kind of like the view."

I frowned, tore open the bag and proceeded to put on the dress. 

The dress was designed to open from just below the waist in the front, similar to and evening gown and I could only get three buttons to fasten. They were the second, their and fourth ones from the top. It barely covered my breasts in the front and I was one good stretch short of popping all three of those buttons and completely exposing my nude frontal body. 

The male robber had been watching me put it on the whole time. When I was done, he said to me, "Looks like it fits to me."

"Pervert!" I said to him indignantly.

I was beginning to get nervous when I noticed he kept glancing down at my crotch and said, "Does he have to stare at me like that?"

"Sorry," he said, and looked genuinely embarrassed, "it's just been quite a while since I've seen a shaved one in person."

Then he said to me, "Hold that thought."

After that, Mr. Black suddenly sat down the canvas bag he was carrying, turned and walked back out the door and down the hall. I remember hearing what sounded like the clanking of metal as the bag hit the floor. 

"Okay, you're dressed now, out into the hall with you!" Ms. White said to me.

I followed the male robber into the hall. He appeared to be looking for something. He opened several doors when finally he disappeared into one of the restrooms the patients used and closed the door behind him. Presently, the hallway echoed with what was obviously a flushing sound coming from the restroom. About a minute later, he reemerged from the restroom carrying what appeared to be an empty trashcan.

Embarrassed, he said to Ms. White, "Had to go! Too much coffee while we were waiting."

As he was leaning the trashcan against the back door, Ms. White said to him, "Did you remember to wipe down everything you touched?"

"Yup, there was even a bottle of bleach there so just incase some enterprising C.S.I. thinks he can pull a D.N.A. sample from it, I poured it in the bowl. " He replied with just a hint of annoyance in his voice.

Next Ms. White said to me, "Then if there's no further interruptions, let's get down to business. Where is Jennings' Collection? And before you try to tell me that you don't know anything about it, have a look at these."

She reached into a pocket on her overalls, removed several photos and handed them to me. They depicted Vicky, Dr. Jennings and myself carrying several boxes into the back door of the facility. Since I knew the two robbers were already aware of the contents of the boxes, there was no sense denying that I knew where the collection was.

"It's in a secret room behind the storeroom. Dr. Mercer had it built to hide spare supplies in just incase we were ever broken into." I told her.

She smiled and said, "Show us."

I took her down the hall and around the corner to the storeroom at the end of the hall, and opened the door. When we were all inside the storeroom, I told them to close the door. I walked over to the medicine cabinet, took out my security card, placed it in the slot on the cabinet and typed in a code. 

When I pressed enter, the back wall swung away revealing eighty-foot long room that ran almost the entire length of the building. 

Just inside the doorway on the left hand side was a large refrigerator containing a wide assortment of medications. The refrigerator was attached to a battery backup, which was in turn attached to a generator. The generator was about four feet by four feet by eight feet long. Running down each side of the wall was a long set of shelves, six rows high and about 18 inches deep. 

In the center of the room, were spaced two long racks running almost to the end, also six rows high and 18 inches deep. The shelves on the left wall were about half-full of miscellaneous medical supplies. The shelves on the right wall about half filled with a backup copy of Vicky's DVD collection. All of that, I am sure was of no interest to the thieves. 

It was the two rows of shelves running down center of the room that immediately got their attention for, except for the first shelf, they contained row upon row of various vibrators and dildos of all shapes and sizes. On the first shelf were ten catalogs each filled with a selection of antique coins. Not just any kind of coins mind you, but only coins that depicted erotic representations of man or beast. There was even a few that had both!

"Jackpot!" Mr. Black said his companion when he saw the room's contents.

She looked at him and said, "It certainly does appear so." Then she added, "Take Delores into the examination room around the corner and wait for me. I going to figure out what to do with her while we're busy; I won't be long.

"Okay honey, you heard the lady. Let's go." Mr. Black said as he gestured towards the door with his pistol.

Chapter Five – "Delores's Frustration"

No sooner had we entered the examination room than Ms. White walked into the room. She was holding a DVD case in one hand and I could tell she was hiding something behind it. 

She said to me, "You understand, don't you, that I can't have you running around freely while were working?"

"Just get on with it and do whatever it is you are going to do to me!" I said to her. I was tired, hungry and didn't really feel like hearing her try to sugar coat whatever it was she was going to do.

She frowned and said, "Fine, have it your way."

Then, Ms. White turned around and walked over to the counter. I could see her sit her pistol, the DVD case, and the mysterious item she had been hiding behind it down on the counter. 

From my position, I still could not tell what she had been hiding. Ms. White then took out a multi-tool from one of her other pockets and used the knife on it to open the mysterious package. I could see her removing something from it but couldn't tell what it was. As soon as she had removed its contents, she threw the package in the sink so I never got a chance to see what it might be. From where I was standing, it looked as though she picked up something from the tabletop and placed it in one of the front pockets of her overalls. 

She said to me, "Keep looking straight ahead and don't move your hands unless I tell you." And then, with something in her hand, she started reaching downward in the direction of my crotch. 

I felt her press something right onto the hood of my clitoris. Whatever it was, it stayed there when she pulled her hand away. Then she said to me reassuringly, "Don't worry, it won't hurt you! Think of it as an alarm system that will let me know should you decide to come up out of that chair there. Just don't touch it! You can sit down now."

I sat in the chair the patients sit in while waiting for the doctor to arrive. When I did, my dress pulled tighter around me and the lower half of it opened in the front, falling down the sides of the chair and revealing the nude bottom half of my body.

Seeing that Mr. Black was once more looking between my legs, Ms. White said to him, "I guess I don't need to tell you to watch her do I?" 

After that, the female felon walked over to the counter, picked up one of the dressing gowns left there for patients, then walked back over to me and used it to cover me from the waist down. Then she said loudly, "Maybe now he will be able to keep his mind on the job!" 

Ms. White then stood up, went over to the canvas bag and retrieved two pairs of handcuffs. Then she used them to secure each of my wrists to the front metal legs of the chair.

Next, as she pushed on my back, Ms. White told me to lean forward. It felt as though she were attaching something to the belt loop in the center of my back with medical tape. When her hand pushed me back into the chair, I felt a lump in the small of my back. I saw her cut off more tape from the roll and lean behind me. When she rose, the tape was gone. I can only assume she must have placed it somewhere on the back of the chair.

"You know, I really hate leaving you here all by yourself but circumstances leave me no other option. Tell you what; I'll leave you a nice movie to watch so you wont get too bored. If you don't find the movie entertaining enough, just make yourself comfortable and I am sure eventually you will find something to keep you busy until we come back."

As I sat there in the chair with some strange object taped to the hood of my clitoris and another in the small of my back, the movie started playing. 

"I think you'll like this one; it's an old favorite of mine." Ms. White said as she and her companion left the room closing the door behind them. 

My first thought was how uncomfortable the object taped to my back felt when I leaned against the back of the chair. 

I assumed she had just put whatever it was behind my back specifically to make me uncomfortable. Hoping whatever it was would fall away; I leaned forward a bit and sat back again. When it didn't fall, I I knew I would have to tear the belt loop to get the object to fall free. 

The tape she had used wasn't that cheap paper kind but rather the cloth type. The adhesive was so strong it could leave a blood welt on the skin if not removed very carefully.

Leaning forward slowly once more, I felt tension on the belt loop and decided to continue in that direction. There was a ripping sound and suddenly the tension was gone. I felt the object slide down my back and through the back of the chair. Unfortunately, that was not the only thing I felt for at that very moment, the object taped to my clitoris began quietly vibrating. 

It startled me. 

I don't know what I was thinking but I never expected that. In fact, I was already frustrated from thinking about Wyatt all day long and the last thing I wanted just then was to be sexually teased by some mechanical device. 

I remember thinking at the time that the damn thing was so quiet that I could barely hear it, even so, it was certainly powerful enough to instantly get my attention.

I closed my eyes and decided to try and will myself not to think about my situation.

Keeping my eyes closed did not work. For what seemed like several minutes I kept them closed and tried not to think about the vibrating sex toy hugging against my clitoris. But, that did not work either. If anything, it made things worse. With my eyes closed, the only thing I could think about was the faint humming the device made as it massaged my clitoris without mercy.

I had to thing about something else so I decided to open my eyes, hoping that whatever Ms. White had left playing on the television would distract me from my current predicament. 

Just when I thought things couldn't get worse they did. When I looked up I realized that the movie she had left to 'entertain' me was a porno. There on the television screen was a hunky naked young man climbing on all fours onto a bed so as to lay between the wide spread legs of a large breasted naked brunette.

I soon found myself squirming in the chair when the sensation of the vibrator against my clitoris seemed to become stronger at the very same moment the man on the screen placed his head between her legs and began licking his way up one inner thigh. 

After a few minutes of the vibrator massaging my clitoris, I swear it felt as if every time the hunk on the screen would flick his tongue on the woman's clitoris I could feel it myself. Soon, I just couldn't take my eyes off the enraptured woman on the TV screen being orally pleasured.

As her moans of ecstasy filled the room, I became aware that my legs were squeezing together rhythmically in time with the man's tongue movements.

I watched as the woman on the screen held her lover's head tightly to her pussy and wrapped her legs about as she writhed in orgasm. I, however, was being denied that pleasure for the torturous vibrator taped to my clitoris was just powerful enough to keep me at the very brink of orgasm but not strong enough to send me over the edge and it was driving me crazy.

Anything had to be better than this. I willed myself to close my eyes but the image of the couple filled my mind and after a few seconds I began to imagine myself as the woman. I could see Wyatt as the man giving me so much pleasure!

Fuck office politics and those busybodies who liked to spread rumors, I made up my mind that if I ever got out of this in one piece I the first thing I would do is show him what it has been missing. 

With my pussy now soaking wet and nipples hard as marbles. I was breathing heavily and almost out of my mind in sexual frustration. With each passing moment the image in my mind of Wyatt between my legs was becoming clearer and clearer. I was struggling desperately to free myself when I heard the door open. 

I opened my eyes and I looked in the direction of the door hoping that someone had come to free me. 

My heart jumped when I saw Wyatt begin walking through the door. It fell again when he was followed by our two captors. 



Chapter Six -"Wyatt Returns"



It was a good thing we had called in our order because the restaurant was already beginning to fill with the weekend crowd of diners. Lucky for me, they had our orders waiting and for once, everything was right. 

As I drove back to the office, the only thing I could think about besides the distracting odor of our food was how I couldn't wait to ask Delores out again.




Matchmaker Bandit Novel Pt. 02



When I pulled my car into a parking space near the rear entrance I noticed that there was a delivery truck backed up to the doorway. 

At the time, I thought it a bit unusual but I just figured that they had called Delores and asked if they could come early which was all right with me. That just meant she might not be too tired Saturday night to go out. 

I got out of my car, with food in hand, and walked to the back door, punched in my code and entered the building. I was surprised by the sound of one of the metal trashcans being knocked over when I opened the door. Luckily, it was empty! As I picked it up and moved it away from the doorway, I made a mental note to mention it to Delores.

When I got to the records area and didn't see anyone there, I was somewhat surprised. I had expected to find Delores supervising the movers as they loaded files into boxes. But when neither she nor any movers were anywhere to be seen, I became worried and decided to go looking for her.

Putting down the trashcan, I continued heading down the hall until I noticed a sound I could not quite make out coming from the last examination room just before the hall turns to the right. 

I was reaching for the door and was just about to open the it when a rather stocky man in gray overalls and a cheap plastic Lone Ranger mask turned the corner in front of me and stopped. I immediately stood motionless, not because of his strange appearance but more importantly because he happened to have a .38 caliber pistol pointed directly at me.

"You were right!" he yelled; then added, "That was the door. One of the staff came back!"

He seemed content not to come any closer so we both just stood there for several seconds in silence. It was broken when a beautiful buxom woman with long flowing brunette hair wearing similar overalls and the same type of cheap Lone Ranger mask also turned the corner. 

I figured they must shop for clothes at the same place. I have to admit, she made the outfit look much better than he did as it perfectly outlined every curve in her figure. 

I looked at him and said, "If you're here for the drugs, you're wasting your time. They have already been moved to the new office so you might as well go ahead and leave now."

He smiled and said, "That's nice; but we're not here for the drugs."

Well now, that was not quite what I expected him to say. Confused, I said, "Okay, I'm stumped! What are you here for then?"

"We're wasting time Mr. Black." His companion said to him impatiently and added looking at me, "What are you doing here? Is anyone else with you outside?"

Didn't I just ask that first question myself? I figured I wasn't going to get an answer; and, since they were both pointing pistols in my direction it seemed a good idea at the time to tell her something. I could have lied and told her that someone was in the car outside, but I had a feeling they would just go check and then come back pissed. As long as they had those pistols pointed at me, that was the last thing I wanted so I answered her truthfully, "No, I'm here by myself. I went to get dinner for us." Then I added, "Where's Delores?"

"Well, if she got impatient and tried to escape, unless I miss my guess right about now she'd love to see you right about now." She said to me.

"That would be my guess too!" Said Mr. Black and chuckled again. Then he added, "What do you want to do with him?"

I couldn't quite put my finger on it at the time, but there was something about it the way he laughed just then that I didn't like. 

I felt kind of stupid as the whole time I had been standing there motionless, I still had my hand on the doorknob. I decided to let go of it and started lowering my hand when she said, "He can keep Delores company. She must be getting pretty lonely by now." 

Then her partner made that damn chuckle again!

As I was trying to figure out what they were talking about Ms. White said to me, "By all means, please go inside. I'm sure Delores will be excited to see you!"

When I opened the door and entered the room, I couldn't believe my eyes. 

There sat Delores, wearing a dress that was way too small handcuffed to a chair. She had a dressing gown on her lap covering her lower-half.

The way the dress fit her it almost looked like it was painted on and showed every sexy curve of her body. She had the strangest look on her face. It was almost a look of desperation. 

As she walked through the door, the female felon said to Delores, "Hope you haven't been too lonely while we were gone."

I looked at Delores, then at the Television, and back at Delores again. I could not believe what I was seeing. I swear Delores had a look of total lust on her face when she looked at me.

Ms. White must have seen the expression on her face because the next thing she said was, "I guess you have. Well, Wyatt here dropped by to keep you company."

Without warning, Ms. White ordered, "Okay lover boy, lose the clothes!"

I looked over at Mr. Black in horror. I was about to say something when Ms. White stopped me saying, "I wasn't talking to him; I was talking to you!" Then she added, "And be quick about it we're on a time schedule here!"

"What the hell for?" I said and looked her and then at Delores.

Ms. White said impatiently, "Because I will be too busy to baby-sit you and I need to be sure you won't be in a big hurry to escape. Don't worry, I'll leave your girlfriend here to keep you company."

Just then Delores clinched both fists hard and seemed to spasm suddenly. 

"What have you done to her? If you've hurt her I'll fucking kill the both of you!" I said to her in anger. 

Ms. White laughed and said to me, "Vail threats aside, don't worry. Nobody's hurting her at all. In fact, from the looks of her, I'll bet she hasn't felt that good in a long time. Right honey?"

Delores remained mute. 

I was concerned about her, she just didn't look right and I said to her, "Are you alright? They haven't hurt you have they? Did they drug you?"

Just then she seemed to spasm again and clinched her fist. She seemed confused, perhaps distracted when she said, "I'm fine. They haven't drugged me and no, they haven't actually hurt me."

For some reason, I didn't quite believe her.

"Satisfied?" Ms. White asked.

Just then I heard Delores's stomach rumble.

I looked at her and said with a straight face, "No, I'm not. If you don't want a corpse on your hands, you better let me feed her something! She's diabetic." I lied.

Ms. White looked at me, then at Delores and said, "Fine, but be quick about it!"

When she looked up at me questioningly, I said to her, "I snacked on an egg roll on the way back." 

So I opened one of the trays of food and a drink for the next five minutes I stood there and fed Delores. All the while she seemed distracted and I couldn't figure out why. She moaned softly with every bite and it set me aback. I knew the food was good, but hell, not that good!

"Happy now?" Ms. White asked impatiently.

Despite my better judgment, I nodded affirmatively to her and as I did so, I couldn't help but wondered what our two captives had in mind for us.



Chapter Seven - "Wyatt Gets Surprised"



"Good!" She said to me. Then she added, "Then if you don't mind, and even if you do, get those clothes off. You've held up production long enough!"

I began undressing. I assumed she just wanted me down to my underwear so I stopped when I got to it.

Ms. White looked at me and said in frustration, "Everything lover boy!"

Reluctantly, I removed my tee shirt. I didn't want to take off my underpants for everyone to see my semi-erect penis but I had no choice. When I took them off, I noticed Delores seemed to spasm again.

"My, aren't we the beefy one?" Ms. White said to me as she looked at my rather large chest. Then, without waiting for a response said as she motioned towards the wooden examination table with her pistol, "Jump up on that table over there and lie on your back facing the Television; that way you will have something to help fight the boredom while were gone. By the way, in case you are thinking you can overpower me, you might want to consider the pistol Mr. Black is pointing at your girlfriend as my insurance policy guaranteeing you will be a good boy."

I didn't like her threatening Delores, I gritted my teeth but did as she instructed. When I was lying on the table, Ms. White laid her pistol down upon the counter on the opposite side of the room, reached into one of the pockets of her overalls and brought forth two pairs of handcuffs.

Under each side of the table there was a white painted, two-inch, wooden support rail about six inches below the table surface and that ran from one table leg to the other. Ms. White walked around the table and used a pair of handcuffs to secure my right wrist to the rail on the right side; then she took the other pair of handcuffs and similarly secured my left hand to the rail on the left side. 

After that, she reached into the canvas bag on the floor and removed a six-foot length of chain and two pad-locks. Items in hand, she walked to the foot of the table. Ms. White used a lock to secure one end of the chain to the support rail on the right hand side. She took the free end and wrapping it around first my right ankle, and then my left ankle. After which, she secured it tightly to the right support rail.

I have always been naturally strong. I was thinking to myself that I could come up off that table, restraints or not when she stepped back to look at her handiwork. 

Mr. Black must have been thinking the same thing for he said to her, "You know, he's a pretty big guy. I'll bet he could break those wooden rails if he really wanted to. I know I could. Maybe we should see if any of the other examination rooms have a metal table to tie him to?"

Ms. White stood there for several seconds seemingly in deep concentration. Then she looked over at Delores and said, "I don't think that will be necessary. I think I know how to keep him from getting off that table."

I wondered what she had in mind and was sure I wasn't going to like it.

She went over to Delores, leaned down and whispered something into her ear.

Just then Delores seemed to spasm once more and clenched her fist again. When she did, she said to Ms. White, "I'll bet your really getting off on this aren't you?" 

I could tell Delores was frustrated and trying to be snide when she said it. I don't thing she really expected an answer and was surprised when Ms. White responded with, "No honey! I'm not! But from the looks of you, I'd say you are!" 

Delores suddenly looked embarrassed.

Ms. White began to quickly undo her restraints. When she had freed Delores's hands, for some reason, Delores seemed very tense and I could see a look of deep concentration on her face. 

Ms. White next removed the restraints from Delores's ankles. At first, I thought that Delores hadn't heard Ms. White because she responded so slowly when Ms. White said to her, "Good girl! Now go over there and hop on top of your boyfriend. I know you have been dying to get reacquainted!" 

"What?" I said, I couldn't believe what she had said. 

I could see Delores look her straight in the eyes to see if she was serious.

"You've got to be kidding!" I called and I remember wondering to myself at the time, 'What the fuck is she up to?'

Looking back at Delores, Ms. White smacked her on the ass and said in a low voice that I barely hear, "It's either that or you can spend some time getting acquainted with Bugsy?"

I remember thinking to myself at the time, 'What the hell did she mean by that?'

Slowly, Delores walked over to the table. When she climbed up on top of it to straddle me, I turned my head away so as not to look at her. I was both embarrassed and afraid a particular part my body might respond all on its own from her being on top of me in such an intimate position. 

She was squatting over me and I could tell she was trying to keep our pelvises from coming into contact when I heard Ms. White locked a pair of handcuffs. 

I guess she must have been pulled down because she was now kneeling over me on all fours. 

There was the sound of another click and I assumed that Ms. White had locked the other end of secured a pair of handcuffs around the support bar on that side. Then I got a glance of her as she walked around to the other side of the table. 

Once there, I think she secured Delores's wrist with the other handcuffs to the bar on that side of the table.

Next, she completely removed the pair of handcuffs restraining my right wrist. After that, she walked around the table and unfastened the left pair from the support bar and said to me, "Wrap your arms around your girlfriend; she looks like she could use a hug about now."

Because of the position of Delores's arms, the only way I could do so was to place my arms under hers as I reached around her. 

The female robber must have pushed Delores's torso downward, forcing her arms to bend at the elbows because she fell into my open arms. When she did, I heard what sounded like buttons popping. When our torsos met, I felt bare breasts and hard nipples pushed against my chest and the contact between us seemed to make Delores spasm once more. 

Ms. White then pulled the handcuffs I was wearing around Delores's back and then mechanical grinding sound I heard told me that the beautiful felon had locked her into my embrace.

She went back to her canvas bag and retrieved two more chains and what looked like four more locks before returning to the foot of the table. 

Next, I heard the clicking of a lock followed by the rattling sound of chains. 

I then felt what I assumed was the warm flesh of Delores's left ankle being moved against my right leg which was followed by the cold of metal chains being wrapped around it. 

I still had not looked at her, but I assumed at the time that what I felt next was Delores's right ankle against my left leg. 

There was more rattling of chains and once more the feeling of cold metal, only this time around my left leg, to be followed by the clicking of a lock.

From my position, it looked to me as though what she did next was to take the last chain and run it underneath the center of the tabletop from one side of the table to the other.

"Help me with this, will you Mr. Black?" She said to her partner in crime. Out of the corner of my eye it looked as though, with lock in hand, she pulled one end of the chain up and over the small of Delores's back and handed it to Mr. Black before saying to him, "Hold that end tightly and hand me the other end." 

He must have handed her the other end of the chain because then I felt Delores's midsection come down onto me. When I felt her fully exposed pelvis fall upon me, I looked up at her in surprise just in time for both of us to hear the click of the lock securing the two ends of the chain in place.

Both robbers stepped back from the table and looked at us for several seconds. 

Delores was looking me straight in the eyes when Mr. Black said with a note of confusion in his voice, "I don't get it. How is this supposed to keep him from coming off that table?"

"Think about it. There is no way he is getting up from there without pulling her apart. If he's strong enough to pull that chain around her waist upward and is successful, which I doubt even he is, he will break the table in two and send them both crashing to the floor. I don't think either of them wants that." Ms. White responded, then added. "Ready to get back to work now?"

They were headed to the door when I said without breaking our gaze, "You're not going to leave us here like this are you?"

"If you too behave yourselves, we'll come back and hand you the keys to those locks before we leave. Relax; we won't be more than a hour or so. Why don't you think of this as a romantic date, only without all that unnecessary wining and dining before the main event? Just you, and her, and a nice movie to watch while you get to know each other better… or not. That's up to you." Ms. White called back as they were walking out the door.

And with that, they closed the door leaving us both alone.



Chapter Eight - "Delores The Deceiver"



The first thing I did after the door shut was to collapse completely on top of Wyatt and lay my head on the right side of his neck. For several seconds I just lay there and writhed in his arms. My pussy had been spasming regularly from the moment he walked in the door and was showing no signs of letting up.

I was so confused when Ms. White removed me from the chair and made me get on top of him that I didn't know whether to kill her or kiss her. 

The vibrator attached to the top of my clitoris was aggravating my already building sexual frustration and my body was rapidly being filled with an unquenchable desire that can only be satisfied by the release of orgasm.

By now, Wyatt had to know there was not one stitch of clothing between us. If not, I would soon make sure he did!

"What's wrong? Why are you shaking like that? Are you Okay?" he said to me softly.

I whispered into his ear, "No, but I will be soon." I'm sure he had no idea what I was talking about.

Even though he was talking to me, I could tell he was distracted. 

When I felt the tip of his erection against my inner thigh, my pussy just spasmed harder.

"What did they do to you?" he said as he looked away from me again. 

I pressed my bare pussy down onto his pelvis so that he could feel the vibrator and said, "This!"

When I did, the exquisite feeling of the tip of his cock as it slid through the opening of my pussy only served to build higher the fires of my desire.

"Is that?" he said to me in shock and tried to recoil from the device.

I pushed myself further upon him knowing that he had no where to retreat as I snuggled his neck and whispered sensually, "Yes!"

Each time I writhed in my new position, the mouth of my pussy rolled around the engorged head of his penis coating it with the wet hot juices of my loins.

"Is there anything I can do?" he asked.

I began kissing his neck softly and said, "It's driving me crazy I just can't stand it. Either get that damn thing off me or fuck me. But whatever you do, do it quickly because I can't take much more of this."

The truth is, I knew with his arms locked around me he was not going to get it off me and at that point even if he could I did not want him to. At that time, my need to feel him inside me was so great I was beyond reason. 

Thinking the he would feel he had no other option but to fuck me, I was stunned when he said with surprising self-control, "Right now I can think of nothing I'd rather do, but I know you aren't in control of yourself or you wouldn't be saying that. Maybe I can get that thing off of you. Lift up a bit and I will see if I can force it loose."

I asked him how to which he said that he was going to try and use is cock to push it off. 

While that wasn't quite what I had in mind, I decided to let him think it was what I wanted and told him to give it a try. My heart filled with dread when it occurred to me that it might actually work until I realized that I could use it to my advantage.

I arched my back and lifted my pelvis up about an inch hoping the position would give him the illusion that I was trying to help him liberate the sex toy from me. In reality, I was pretty sure that he would not even come close to hitting it with his throbbing hard-on but that he would be pleasantly surprised by his attempts.

When he thrust his manhood forward in his first attempt to dislodge the vibrator, the full length of his cock slid along the furrow of my pussy causing me to cry out in ecstasy. His cock had hugged the nub of my clitoris the whole way.




Matchmaker Bandit Novel Pt. 03



Hello All,

I am Maximillian Excaliber and before the story I would like to tell you the importance of leaving feedback.

As a writer, it is important to know how well or not well received a work is by received the target audience. Unlike movie and TV studios, we can not rely on focus groups to tell us how our work is being accepted.

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Unfortunately, I submitted the novel to the editor I started using about three months ago but he is quite busy and does not have the time to edit the novel. I have decided to post it here so I can go on to other projects. Finally, I have made every attempt to make this novel error free that I can, I am sure there are errors in it that, despite my attempts, have slipped past my editing process. Should you find any, please notify me by email and I will correct them. When posting your comments, please try to keep this in mind: I do not represent this as a professional quality work, but it is the best I can do.

Thank you for taking the time to read this and Happy Reading.

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 Introduction 

When I started writing some months back, it was with the intention of developing my skills sufficiently so that, with confidence, I could begin writing more conventional fiction. Each story I write is a learning experience for me as I attempt to sharpen my technical skills and story telling techniques.

You will find my stories are becoming longer than the previous ones as I attempt to weave more plot and character development into them.

I hope this is an improvement and you enjoy them.

And now for a word about this particular set of stories.

A few years back I received a couple of rotator cuff injuries that, until recently, had remained undiagnosed. Between that and some other medical problems I will not go into right now, I unfortunately found myself spending more time than I wanted to in medical offices. One good thing has come out of it though; all that time waiting gave me a few ideas for a couple of stories. 

This series is the first one of those ideas I have put to words.

As you read these, I think you'll find it amazing what can be running through one's mind while they are in a waiting room. 

When next you go to the doctor or dentist, think back on these stories and try to imagine what the other people in the waiting room are daydreaming about as they wait alone with you. I think you'll find it an interesting way to pass the time.

When I started writing this storyline, it was with the intent of writing a single short story. However, as I was reaching the end of what would eventually become part one, it occurred to me that the Matchmaker Bandits had never failed to acquire their objectives before. 

The idea of infallibility has never set well with me so I decided to make them just a little more human, and once in a while, let someone else get the best of them. I already had begun to get other ideas for expanding the story floating through my mind when I decided to write what would eventually become Part Two. By the time I was finished with it, my imagination was running full out and I decided to see just how far I could take the storyline.

Please keep in mind the following when you get to Part Four: 

One of the two main characters, Lyle Cunningham, describes a medical history including attempts to treat a condition that affected him while he was in college. 

While you are reading part four, as outrageous as the medical history described may seem, it is based on actual events in my life. 

The main differences between the medical history depicted in the story and what actually happened to me are that I saw far more doctors than does did the character in the story before being properly diagnosed and my gallbladder problems went on for over four years. Also, I am now a type-2 diabetic. The end results of the gallstone being left in too long are that I now have a damaged spleen, pancreas, and liver. 

Yes as unbelievable as it sounds, it really does happen.

I want to stress that this is a work of fiction. While some places actually exist, the small town of Magnolia, in Part Five, is a complete construction of my imagination. All characters and events are fictitious and any similarity between the characters and events in the novel and actual people or events is purely in the imagination of you, the reader.

Also, I'd like to thank "Jaily Ember" for taking the time to edit this massive undertaking of mine.

Finally, whether you like it, hate it or are totally indifferent, please take the time to rate it and leave feedback. Also, when doing so, try and remember that the works on this site are mostly done by amateurs such as myself and are edited by volunteers. While every effort has been made to ensure that it is as error free as possible, some minor errors should be expected. Please send me an email and I will correct them in a future reposting of the story. It is very import for the feedback and rating system to be viable that you rate and leave feedback for each posting only once.

Without further ado, please enjoy this, the first Matchmaker Bandit Novel.

Maximillian Excaliber

 Part Three – The Janitor 

 Prologue 

During their first attempt to acquire the Jennings Collection, the Matchmaker Bandits left a naked Kent Collins laying on his back chained to a gurney with one end of a rubber strap tied around the base of his cock and the other end stuck in the batter compartment of the remote control for the vibrator. 

The power switch was on and the slider that controlled vibration was set at its maximum level. It was rigged so that if too much tension were applied to the rubber strap, it will be pulled from the battery compartment allowing the contact between the batteries and the battery terminals to compete sending power to the remote. 

Ms. White then slid a handcuff key down the free end of the rubber strap and secured it in place with a knot so that it would not slide off the rubber strap. Next, she had Margo take off her belt and then taped the remote control to the buckle before tying the other end of the belt to the foot rail of the gurney. Then, the female bandit took one end of another rubber strap and tied it to the knot she had used to secure the first strap around the base of Kent's penis. 

After that, Ms. White tied the other end of the rubber strap to the belt buckle and covered Kent from pelvis to feet with a sheet so that the whole contraption could not been seen. 

Margo, having been previously been made to strip naked and then put back on only her dress, had been standing with here back turned and was not aware of the what lie beneath the sheet when she was told to climb onto of Kent in a reverse cowgirl position. 

After Ms. White finished using more chains and handcuffs to bind the two together, she pulled the sheet loose and left the room. 

With the tension on the his cock from the rubber strap pulling it right into the furrow of Margo's pussy, Kent and Margo tried desperately to slide the strap to the end of his dick so he could reach the key and free himself. Margo tried using the mouth of her pussy to push the vibrator towards Kent's prick hoping it would release enough tension on the strap to allow him to reach the key. 

Instead, they ended up pulling the strap out of the battery compartment, which in turn switched on the vibrator. With the vibrator now lodged in her pussy driving her wild, Margo sat up in a desperate attempt to dislodge it from her pussy. When she did, the vibrator did fall free but her momentum caused her slide right down onto Kent's cock as it was being pulled into the mouth of her pussy by the tension on the rubber strap. 

Instantly, her pussy was impaled on his cock. 

Because of the position they were in, the rubber strap around Kent's cock pulled the vibrator right against Margo's clitoris. It wasn't long after that before she was riding him to ecstasy.

In Part Two, Ms. White and Mr. Black, the Matchmaker Bandits visited the office of Dr. Victoria Mercer in an attempt to acquire in one fell swoop note only the Jennings Collection but also Dr. Mercer's rare antique erotic coin collection. 

As the Matchmaker Bandits inventoried the artifacts they believed they had found, Delores sat handcuffed to a chair in one of the examination rooms with an 'egg' vibrator taped to the top of her clitoris and a porno running in the room's DVD player. 

What Delores did not know was that the remote control for the vibrator was attached on one end to the back of her dress, and at the other end to the back of the chair. When she tried to dislodge it from the small of her back so she could lean back comfortably, the remote activated and turned on the vibrator.

Her boyfriend Wyatt, having gone for takeout, returned just in time to find Delores charged with sexual energy. She was more than happy when the bandits had him strip and then used chains and handcuffs to bind their naked bodies together. 

After several minutes of playing cat and mouse with Wyatt's cock, Delores's finally tricked Wyatt into sticking is cock into her wet pussy. Once he was inside her, she didn't let him go until she was satisfied.

It didn't take too long for the two thieves to discover that all the valuable artifacts had been replaced with replicas and counterfeit coins. 

Twice tricked, what will the Matchmaker Bandits do now? 

 Chapter One – "Cold War Warrior" 

November 1963

William Bartholomew Dixon Sr., 'Bill' to his friends, had been a Colonel in Military Intelligence in the U.S. Army during the Korean War. When the armistice was signed in 1953, he left the Army and stayed in South Korea to accept a high-level Civil Service job with the U.S. Government. What only his wife and a hand full of other people knew, was that he was also one of the biggest dealers in the Black Market after the war so by the time his son was born in 1963, he had accumulated quite a sizeable bank account from his black market activities. 

However, what even his wife did not know was how he got away with it despite the many government audits regularly performed. For you see, William Dixon Sr. had actually resigned his commission as a Colonel in Military Intelligence to join another, civilian intelligence agency of the United States Government and, it was his cover as a black-marketeer that had put him in a position to buy, barter, blackmail and steal information as needed.

It was a bitterly cold night in November 1963 and Bill was waiting to meet with an informant named Jung He Kwon, whom he had done business with in the past. The man had provided one of Bill's assets with information that he had set up a meeting with a North Korea nuclear physicist wanting to defect. 

Bill had a bad feeling about the meet from the very first and decided to take precautions to protect himself. He arranged that his South Korean counterpart, a man named Young Jae Su, act as backup and follow him out of sight.

He pulled his jacket tightly around him as the bitter cold suddenly hit him like a knife as he exited his car and proceeded down the dimly lit street. 

Upon reaching the rendezvous point, with cautious eyes Bill carefully scanned the shadows looking for the informant but the man was nowhere in site. 

When he saw three men coming toward him out of the shadows he instantly knew something was wrong and stopped in his tracks fearing to go closer. 

As the three strangers came closer Bill knew his fears were correct for he recognized the three men instantly. Two of the men were agents of the North Korean Intelligence Service and the other was a member of Red Chinese Military Intelligence. His years of experience told him immediately that the three men were bent on kidnapping him because he knew that it usually only took one person to kill. If they had wanted to kill him, they wouldn't have approached him openly.

Bill knew the three men would be more interested in taking him alive than leaving him dead and planned to use that fact to his advantage.

The three kidnappers had already made one mistake by underestimating the unarmed Bill's capacity to defend himself when they failed to approach him with weapons drawn. It was a mistake that would cost two of them their lives because before any of his assailants knew what was happening, two of the enemy agents' bodies were laying on the ground. One, a North Korean, had a broken neck and the other, a Communist Chinese agent, had taken a fist to the throat and lie on the ground with a collapsed larynx gasping for air that would never come. 

As the remaining North Korean agent was hastily trying to pull a firearm from inside his jacket, Bill jumped behind a parked truck and used it for cover as he attempted to make his escape down the dark street.

When Bill turned the corner onto one of the main streets, he saw Young Jae Su speeding towards him in an old green sedan. Young must have seen the North Korean agent in pursuit of Bill because he quickly drove past him and expertly did a 180 degree turn as he began heading back in Bill's direction. Young slammed on the brakes, stopping the car just beside Bill, and was firing through the rear window of the sedan at the North Korean. Bill got in the car just in time to see the enemy agent take a round in his leg and begin diving towards the cover of a nearby pile of garbage.

As he prepared to execute another 180 degree turn, Young Jae said, "Sorry I'm late, a patrol stopped me for questioning. You want to go back and get him Bill?"

"No, it's too risky. He might have backup. I found out what I needed to know." Bill told his South Korean counterpart.

They sat in silence on the ride to the base.

When Bill got back, the first thing he did was to have his contact in the South Korean Army follow-up with the patrol's captain to verify Young's story. Bill knew the contact was reliable, he should be! The man was an American of Korean ancestry that had been assigned to infiltrate the South Korean Army. 

When his contact confirmed Young's story, Bill was glad to hear that the man's story had checked out, he hated knowing what the South Korean's would have done to him if it hadn't.

Later that night, Bill had Young come over to his office to discuss the mission.

"We have a stranger among us." Bill told him.

Young looked at him in shock and said, "Who?"

"Jung He Kwon! He's playing both sides." Bill said without emotion.

The South Korean agent considered it for a moment and then said, "My people will take care of that!"

"No, I think I know how we can use this to our advantage." He informed the man.

Young looked at him, "What do you have in mind?"

Bill began to explain his plan, "It's about time we pulled Jin Lee out before her cover gets blown. They still think she works for them and is feeding us misinformation but that won't last forever. If we hadn't killed that agent tailing her before the meeting with her control, that tail would have made them both. Now that they are suspicious they'll be watching her. 

No, I think it's time Miss Lee came home. But before she does, why don't we let her drop one last bit of pillow talk in General Dam's ear before she hits the road? Have her suggest to her pal the General that we suspect Jung He Kwon is working for them. Then have her get back here as fast as possible. 

I want you to have one of our contacts let it slip in front of Kwon that General Dam has been providing information to us and is now looking to defect to the south with his girlfriend. They won't buy it until they see pictures of her in Seoul getting a medal for services to her country. 

Then, I'll set up some phony memos mentioning Kwon's name and amounts he has been paid and see to it they go out with the trash by accident. That should make them think we are framing him. 

While the pictures are being released have your people pay Mr. Kwon a visit. His sudden untimely demise will help in convincing them that the information he gave them is genuine. 

When the north gets the memos they'll think Kwon is working for us until they find out he is dead and they didn't do it; then they will figure he was working for them all along when he shows up dead.

Timing is critical on this part. We have to release the photos to the press at the same time one of our agents in the north is showing them to General Dam. I want him to explain to the General what will happen when his superior's learn he has been providing information to enemy agent and has been looking to defect. We'll need assets in place to extract him immediately.

Let's see whether if he wants to move to the states or eat a bullet at the hands of his countrymen. I'm betting he will like Sunny California."

The South Korean Intelligence Officer looked at Bill thoughtfully for a moment and said, "Think he'll defect?"

"Doesn't really matter whether he does or not. Kwon will be dead, Jin Lee will be safe, and even it they don't totally buy it, they will never trust him again. I see it as a win-win situation no matter how it comes out." Bill replied.

Young looked at him for a minute and then asked, "What do we call it?"

"Call it Operation Damnit." Bill replied with a straight face.

 Chapter Two – "Disappearing" 

Later that night, Bill arrived at the hospital to be told that his wife had just given birth to a beautiful baby boy. 

The nurse took him to see his wife and son. When he walked into the room his wife was holding her newborn son in her arms. She reached up to hand the infant to Bill who took the small child in his hands. As Bill looked down at his son, like an epiphany, it finally hit him that he was a father. 

For some reason even he could not explain, it had never quite sunk during the nine months that Mary Bell had been pregnant. 

The two had met in Korea during the war at one of the M.A.S.H. units there. Bill had taken shrapnel in the hip and she was the triage nurse that first treated him. He had known from the very first time he met Mary Bell that she was a survivor and was capable of taking care of herself. 

Perhaps it was because his mind was always occupied with work that he just hadn't taken the time to consider it before, or perhaps it was because he just assumed that Mary Bell would take care of the child when it was born but now it had finally hit him. 

The truth was that while he'd like to think it was because he knew she could take care of her self if anything had happened to him. But, in his heart, he realized it was he had just not given any thought at all to the child's future. 

But now, seeing this tiny part of himself laying peacefully in his arms, so helpless, so trusting, awakened in him feelings he did not know even existed and for the first time in his life, he felt the need to protect someone above everything and everyone else. And, in Bill's profession, that would be a weakness that sooner or later, someone would try to exploit. 




Matchmaker Bandit Novel Pt. 03



As he left the hospital that night, Bill couldn't get the image of his young son out of his head.

The next day he received a visit from his contact in The Company, Bob Russell. Bill new that there had to be something wrong or the man would never have come to visit him. Still, he tried to remain optimistic.

"What brings you down here Bob? Didn't I pay my taxes?" Bill said jokingly.

Bob said to him seriously, "Officially, I'm here to discuss export agreements with you."

"And unofficially?" Bill questioned.

Closing the door behind him, Bob sat in the chair opposite Bill and began talking, "Unofficially I'm here to talk to you about that last sales contract."

"What about it?" Bill asked.

Bob continued, "Well, it turns out one of those sale's representatives you negotiated with had a father who is very influential in the Chinese Government."

"I assume this is one the two that dropped out of the negations and retired early?" Bill queried.

Bob replied, "Yup."

"And what is daddy plan to do now that junior has retired?" Bill didn't like where this conversation was headed. He knew that Bob's next words would decide his future.

With a solemn look on his face, Bob replied, "He has decided to start contract negotiations with you and has offered ten million dollars to the first contractor to close the deal. But that's not all, a North Korean company had added five more million to ensure the deal goes though!"

"I don't think I can handle such high level negotiations any more Bob, Mary's about to have a baby and I don't need the stress anymore. Tell Sam that I'm going to retire in two weeks and not to send anyone looking for me. Will you do that for me buddy?" Bill said dispassionately.

"Sure pal, we're all gonna miss you. I'm sure Sam will understand." His friend said sadly.

That night, Bill told his wife what he had been doing in Korea after he had retired from the Army and the necessity for them all to disappear. She took the news unemotionally and simply responded with, "What are we going to do about it?"

From then on, Bill worked from home, keeping his wife and newborn son close by, never letting them out of his sight. 

He had spent most of the week preparing reports for his supervisor and briefed his replacement. When word came a week later that Operation Damnit had been successful and that General Dam had defected, Bill knew his job was done.

That afternoon, Bill and his family were on an Air Force flight back to the states. 

During the week he was in Washington D.C. debriefing his superiors, Bill had his brother, who lived in Baltimore, go to a bank there where Bill had been making regular deposits for the last few years and withdraw half the money from his account. Then he had is sibling wire it to another one Bill had already set up in a bank in D.C. under an alias.

At the end of the week, he withdrew half the money from the D.C. account, purchased a station wagon, loaded up his wife and son and started driving to Alabama. 

Two days later when they arrived in Montgomery at about six in the morning. His first order of business was to pay cash for a second station wagon and, with Mary Bell following closely in the first car, he drove to a private lake he had learned from a buddy about while stationed at Fort Benning, Georgia. 

The lake was isolated from the county road by thick woods, had a small but sturdy pier that was perfect for what he intended, and was deep enough for his needs. Because it was on private property, the lake didn't attract the attention of local fishermen. 

When they got there, Bill and his wife transferred all their belongings and baby William Jr. into the car he had purchased in Montgomery. 

After they ate, they broke out the sleeping bags and slept though the day in the back of the empty station wagon.

Upon awakening, they took care of the baby's needs and tended to matters of personal hygiene. 

Bill had already given the new station wagon a through going over when he perched it but decided to double check it again to see if he could find anything mechanically wrong.

Once he was satisfied the car was safe, he tied off the steering wheel of the car he had purchased in Washington D.C. and put the car in neutral. Then, he used the other car to push it up onto the pier. Once the steering wheel was immobile, he and his wife pushed the car off the end of the pier. The car promptly sank in thirty feet of murky water. By the next morning, the flooded station wagon would not even be visible from the air.

Two days later, they all arrived in Columbus, New Mexico where they spent the night in a small hotel on the outskirts of town. The next day, after filling the car's gas tank they headed across the boarder into Mexico. He used one of his phony identities to buy a small used cargo ship, which he had re-registered under the name 'The Escape' from commercial vessel to private yacht status. 

That eliminated the legal requirement for him to hold a captain's license. 

It was lucky for Bill that he had grown up near the Great Lakes and had spent most of his boyhood around large commercial fishing boats. After High School, he had worked on one for two summers before he spent three years at the Merchant Marines Academy. 

When World War II started, he asked to be transferred to West Point and was accepted.

Bill and his wife spent the next two months in Mexico familiarizing themselves with the ship, taking a crash course on piloting and navigation and buying the supplies they would need.

One afternoon, Bill came to his wife to ask her about the supplies. She had been in charge of purchasing and seeing to it that everything was loaded properly. "Honey, is everything ready?"

"The only thing left is the baby food and that will be here in the morning. I made arrangements with the bank to see to it that funds are transferred every sixty days to that contact you gave me. The supplies should be delivered to the island regularly within a week after he receives his money." She replied.

Thinking for a moment, he asked her, "How's Little Runner?" That was their name for the small motorboat they had lashed in the cargo compartment. It was actually a 35-foot sport fishing boat he had picked up dirt cheap from a smuggler in needed traveling money. Bill figured the man must have not bribed the right people when he had run afoul of the law. 

"Fine, its shipshape and ready to go." She laughed.

The next morning, after the dock pilot had taken the ship out of harbor, Bill was sailing the small cargo ship towards the Marinas Islands.

When they got to the island they had chosen, Bill cautiously navigated "The Escape" into the lagoon away from prying eyes and dropped anchor.

Other than their son, Bill and Mary Bell Dixon were never seen again by another living soul again.

 Chapter Three – "The New World" 

When Willie had disembarked the ship to be greeted by the port authorities he had no idea what was in store for him. 

As he told the port officials about his past, he was laughed at so scornfully that he quickly discovered an emotion he had never known before…humiliation. 

Even with Captain Spalding there telling them that he was not lying, they refused to believe Willie's story and seemed convinced that he was something called a 'terrorist' or 'illegal trying to sneak into the country.' It just never seemed to occur to them that most people don't park a cargo ship in the harbor just so they can sneak into the country because it just attracts too much attention! 

At the docks, they asked him for his passport and when he told them he didn't have one they refused to let him off the ship. Finally, when he showed them his birth certificate, the harbor officials told him to wait until they could consult with someone from the State Department.

At one point, he was taken into a room and forced to strip totally naked. As his clothes were being searched, he had no idea what for, a rather large man was putting on a rubber glove. 

Willie was sure that, while he did not know what was going to happen next he was not going to like whatever it was, when a different man in a navy blue suit came in the room and called the man with the rubber glove over to him. 

The man in the blue suit then showed something that looked kind of like a wallet to the other man and whispered into his ear. Next, the man with the rubber glove apologized to Willie and told him he could get dressed. Everyone was much nicer to him after that. 

It would occur to Willie much later that, until the man in the blue suit showed up, Willie's ship had been surrounded by armed policemen and federal officers ready to shoot him if he tried to come ashore. 

Willie was told that he would have to spend the next week in a hospital. He wasn't sick and didn't understand why they wanted him to go to a hospital. When Willie asked why? The Captain told Willie that it was just to make sure that he wasn't sick and didn't know it. 

This confused Willie. 'How could he be sick and not know it?' he wondered. Willie wasn't going to go until Captain Spalding told him that it was required for him to stay in the country. He relented and did as he was asked and went to the hospital where he was greeted by an overly eager staff of doctors and nurses.

It was all too exciting for Willie and he had trouble falling asleep that night. 

The following morning, the nurse had been surprised when she came into his room and found him already awake. He was dressed only in his underpants and doing push-ups on the floor when she walked in to the room. 

She just stood there for several seconds watching him and taking him in with her eyes. He was five feet six inches tall, weight about 155 lbs and had a bronze tan everywhere she could see from his hairline all the way down to his feet. His curly black hair was somewhat longer than most men his age had and he had a full beard. Both his hair and beard, she could tell, were neatly and meticulously trimmed. His legs and arms were slightly larger than one would have expected for a man his height but that was probably do to his well developed muscles which she noticed, with approval, he had an ample share of. 

As she looked at him, she was reminded of those old pictures she had seen of the Illusionist Harry Houdini bound in chains. When she went back to the nurse's station the woman spent several minutes describing, in a most unprofessional manner, Willie to her fellow nurses using words like, 'hottie', 'beefcake' and 'Wildman'. 

When the people at the hospital took him to see a woman they said was a 'dentist', and she poked and prodded at his teeth, Willie found that he didn't particularly like that either. 

For some reason Willie didn't understand, the female seemed surprised at how well kept they were. But then why shouldn't they be? He thought to himself. His father had drilled it into him every day since he was big enough to hold a toothbrush to make sure and take good care of them by brushing regularly and Willie had done so faithfully every day.

While there, he was poked, prodded, x-rayed and stuck with needles by people in white lab coats. He hated every minute of it and just when he was beginning to wonder if he should have stayed on the island, the 'white coats' seemed satisfied he was healthy and told him that he would be discharged from the hospital the next day. 

The following day, as he was being discharged from the hospital, another man identifying himself simply as 'Jeff' came to see him. 

The man said he was there to help Willie make the transition to life in the states and handed Willie a card. He seemed surprised when Willie asked him what it was for and found himself having to explain to Willie that it was his business card. Willie shocked the man further by asking what a business card was and the man told him that it had information on it that Willie could use to locate the man if Willie ever needed him. Then, 'Jeff' asked Willie what he wanted to do, to which Willie simply responded, "See everything! I want to see the New World!"

Willie had smiled when he said it. It was a proud smile and he was proud of himself that he had remembered the way the encyclopedia had described America and wondered if the man had been impressed.

Jeff started to laugh but stopped when he realized that Willie didn't understand what was so funny. He then handed Willie a package containing $275,000 and told Willie to keep it in a safe place at all times. 

As Willie took the envelope, Jeff could tell he was confused and asked him, "Is there something you don't understand Willie?"

"What do I do with it?" Willie asked.

Jeff was taken aback! It just hadn't occurred to the man that Willie would not know what money was for. He thought about it for a second and then said, "Well, you use it to buy things."

"What kind of things?" Willie asked.

After Jeff figured out how to explain to Willie how money worked, he said, "Just about everything you want or need you have to pay money for here… food, a place to stay, clothes, almost everything."

"I think I understand that. But where did it come from?" Willie asked.

The man answered, "The government prints it."

"No, I mean where did it come from? I didn't bring any with me. So where did it come from?" 

It just didn't make sense to Willie. He had read about money in the encyclopedia and if he understood what he had read about it, people just don't usually give it away.

A light went on in Jeff's brain and he understood what Willie was asking, "It was your father's Willie, and now that he is gone, it's yours."

Jeff went everywhere with Willie. He taught Willie as much as he could. From the simple things such as how to use the bus system to more complicated things like how to file for a social security card. 

What Willie didn't realize at the time, was that he was being given V.I.P. treatment every time he went into a government office. 

Such as when Jeff had taken Willie to the Social Security office, they had not had to wait like everyone else in the lobby for several hours but were seen immediately and were tended to by the office manager herself rather than by one of her underlings. They were in and out of the place in less than half an hour.

During that time period, Captain Spalding came by to see Willie one afternoon at his hotel room. Jeff was there; he and Willie had just gotten back from eating at the hotel's restaurant. 

"Willie, 'The Escape' is in pretty bad shape! It needs to be dry-docked. It hasn't been dry-docked in quite a while. The hull's rusted badly and the engines are in desperate need of an overhaul. We're lucky it didn't spring a leak and leave us to the sharks." The old sea captain said somberly.

Willie didn't want to loose the ship, it had been his home for so long and he wanted to keep it. Most of his memories he had of his parents took place on that ship. "How much is it going to cost?" Willie asked with concern in his voice.

"Don't worry about that Willie; let me make a few phone calls and see what I can do." Jeff said before the Captain could answer.

Two days later 'The Escape' was placed in dry dock. When Jeff and Willie went to the dock facility, the manager there told Willie that it would take about ten months to completely overhaul the vessel. That was fine would Willie because it would give him plenty of time to see the New World.

After a few months, when Jeff was satisfied that Willie had learned enough to get by on his own, Jeff told Willie that he was leaving but would call him from time to time to see how he was doing. It was quite a while before Willie would see the man again. When he did, it caught them both by surprise.

 Chapter Four – "Something To Do" 

"That's a fascinating story Willie!" Andrea Marino said to William Bartholomew Dixon Jr. 

They were in the one of the county's women's clinics cleaning a rest room. 

Both Willie and Andrea had been working for the janitorial service for three months having been hired on the same day. 

Willie was cleaning the toilet while she was cleaning the sink. 

He was the strangest little man she had ever met. In the three months they had been working together, she had never taken the time to talk to him. Now that she thought of it, maybe it was because he never seemed to have anything to say, until now that is! 

She had started the conversation innocently enough by asking him where he was from. But, when he told her a story where his father hand been a spy and he had been living on a deserted island in the South Pacific for the last forty-four years with such sincerity, she couldn't make up her mind whether he was delusional or actually telling the truth. 

He seemed like such a nice man, well-mannered, polite, easy-going man, and he projected such an overwhelming desire to please that she wanted to believe his story. But it was so utterly fantastic! She decided to ask more questions, "So for the last forty-four years, you've been living on an island in the Marians with just your mother and your father? What about your education? Haven't you ever been to school?"

The odd man little man said to her earnestly, "No, never. There wasn't one on the island.

Father and mother had taken lumber, tools and welding supplies with them. They bought furniture in Mexico and took it with them as well. When the got to the island, they closed in about two-thirds of the cargo hold and converted it into living quarters. It's very comfortable.

They had planned to live there on the island until I was and adult; but mother died when I was fifteen and father decided he didn't want to return to the states. He told me he had seen enough of civilization, death and war and could do without it. With my mother gone, he had no desire to return. When I turned eighteen, he told me I could leave if I wanted to. I didn't have the heart to leave him alone so I stayed with him until he died about year ago. 

After he died, I sailed the 'Little Runner' to one of the big islands. A friend of father's helped me find a retired captain to help me sail the 'The Escape' to Savannah. It took us a couple of months to get it ready to sail but we did it. After we did, we sailed it to Savannah. 

It's in dry dock right now by the way.

As for my education, no, I have never been to school of any sort. Father and mother did a pretty good job educating me; and, father made me promise to take the G.E.D. if I ever left the island. In fact, after I got a Social Security Card and photo I.D. That was the first thing I did."

"So what are you doing here working for a janitorial service?" She asked.

He stopped to wring out the rag he was holding, and then continued, "Well, every time I tried to get a job, they kept telling me that I wasn't qualified to do anything. I guess there's not a lot of need for someone that can hunt, fish, and pilot a small cargo ship without a license. This is the only job I could find. I don't care though, I just want something to do until the ship comes out of dry dock anyway and I like being around other people. I especially like being around you Andrea. Oh," He said enthusiastically, "I just remembered, I have a picture of it. Would you like to see it?"

"Sure." Andrea said, as she thought to herself, 'Here's the moment of truth!'

Willie reached into his back pocket and took out his wallet. Then he put the rag he was using into the bucket next to his feet so use both hands to go though his wallet. Presently, he handed her a photo to look at.

She stood there in shock for several minutes for the photograph was of a small old cargo ship raised in dry dock with Willie standing there smiling in the foreground. The name on the ship was plainly visible; it said 'The Escape'. There on the docks in front of the ship to one side, was a smaller boat about 35 feet long. Andrea could just make out the name on the smaller vessel. It read 'Little Runner'.




Matchmaker Bandit Novel Pt. 03



Her jaw still open, Andrea handed the picture back to Willie and just stood there and stared at him for several minutes. Both amazed and mystified, she admitted to herself that, for reasons even she could not explain, she was suddenly attracted to this so totally unique little man. And so, when next he asked her if she would like to go with him in two months to Savannah and see 'The Escape', with almost no apprehension, she said yes.

The rest of the week went by quickly and with each passing day, or night, as it were for they both worked nights, they began spending more time together talking whenever possible. 

Each time she talked to him gave her a better understanding of the man and she began to realize that forty-four years of living isolated on an island had left him very ignorant of American culture and customs. That ignorance ranged from little things like how much to tip to more important things such as not arguing with a policeman when he stops you for jaywalking. 

She had spent twenty minutes trying to convince the law officer not to take Willie in because he kept asking the man "But why? Isn't it safe? There wasn't a car anywhere near the intersection!" Finally, she just told the police men that she was taking Willie home so he could take his medicine and that he would be much better afterwards. 

Luckily, for Willie, the policeman just smiled and told her to make sure Willie took it on time in the future. Andrea grabbed Willie by the arm and rushed him away as fast as she could, the entire time he was protesting to her, "But I don't take any medicine, I'm perfectly healthy!" With the patience of a saint, she spent several hours explaining to him what had happened. 

The more time she spent with the man the more she learned about him. He was naïve in some ways and very astute in others. Most of his naiveté came from his lack of knowledge of customs but where he lacked there, he more than made up for with an almost uncanny ability to learn very quickly. His mind was like a sponge soaking up everything. One time she had asked him what he did when he was not working and he answered that when he was not going to museums and tours, he was reading. When she asked him what he read, he simply told her "Everything!"

About two weeks later, he surprised Andrea by asking her if she wanted to meet him at a bookstore he had heard about across town. When she got there, he was standing outside waiting for her. The establishment was closed. There was a sign on the door saying there had been a death in the family and it would reopen the following Monday. 

Seeing how disappointed he was, she told him she knew of another bookstore not far from there and that he would take him there. When he got in the car and began looking at, turning and opening everything, she was set aback until it occurred to her what was happening.

She turned to him and asked, "Willie, have you ever been in a car before?"

"No, but I was on a bus once." He said with a big smile on his face.

She thought for a minute and then said, "How do you get everywhere?"

"I walk." Willie replied.

Just then, something occurred to Andrea and she asked, "We clean offices all over the city, how is it that you are never late for work?"

"I leave early so I can get there on time. If it's a new place, I just leave earlier and take my map with me." He said and showed her a tattered map of Atlanta he had purchased. Then he added, "I bought a car but I don't know how to drive it yet. The man at the, what do you call it? Dealership? Said they would hold it for me until I picked it up."

She decided to start giving him a ride to work from then on even though it cost her more in gas, she didn't mind. She found him interesting and it gave her more time to get to know him. 

That Friday afternoon on her way to work, Andrea went by the D.M.V. and picked up a copy of the Georgia Driver's License Handbook. She gave it to Willie later that night telling him to take it home with him and study it and ask her later if he didn't understand.

The following Monday, he came to work filled with questions. When they got off work that that morning, they went to an all-night restaurant to talk about what he had read. She quickly realized that he had read the entire driver's manual over the weekend and seemed to know it word for word. He just didn't understand everything in it. Some of it he said, "Just doesn't make sense."

It had been years since she had taken her driver's test. She looked at the manual for a few minutes and then had to agree with him, too much of it was left up to judgment. On the one hand, it said would say you had to yield the right of way to someone and then it would say, you don't have an absolute right of way at an intersection. She could see why he was confused. 

That weekend, she picked him up and took him to a large empty parking lot and started teaching him how to drive. Two weeks later he walked out of the D.M.V with a brand new learner's permit in his hand. He had passed the written test without missing a single question.

Two months and quite a few driving lessons later, Willie walked out of the D.M.V. once more but this time with his driver's license in hand. 

What started out with casual conversation soon turned to lunches together until finally they were going out regularly on what she knew, but suspected that Willie did not know, were dates. They started doing almost everything together from paying bills to attending concerts.

Andrea and Willie celebrated Willie getting his license by attending a live performance of 'Henry The Eight' at a small theater. 

They left the theater after the play was over and were walking back to Andrea's car when a rather dirty, unkempt man brandishing a knife stepped out in front of them demanding that they hand over their money to him. 

Willie took out his wallet and removed his money. He was about to hand it to the robber when the man turned his knife towards Andrea. Without saying a word to the man, Willie struck the man in the face with his fist breaking his nose. 

Tears immediately began flowing from the man's eyes blinding him as blood poured profusely from his nose. 

Willie then grabbed with both hands the hand the robber was holding the knife in, raised it and stepped under the assailant's arm. When he stopped moving, Willie was standing behind the attacker and was holding the man's arm behind his back.

"It's not nice to threaten people with knives and try to take their money. You aren't very good at it. Don't you think you should find some other way to earn money before you get hurt?" Willie said to the man in a calm and almost understanding voice, there was an ice-cold look on his face when he said it. He was pulling upwards on the man's arm as he did.

The robber nodded, after which Willie let him go and stepped back slowly. Andrea could see Willie was holding the knife in his hand. 

As he held his bleeding nose with both hands, the failed robber began walking slowly away from them, looking back over his shoulder occasionally as he did.

When he was a safe distance away, Andrea looked at Willie and could see he was shaking like a leaf in the wind. 

"What's wrong Willie?" She asked.

His voice almost broke as he said, "I've never had to hurt anyone before."

Andrea had read about men who were like stone-cold killers in combat but as soon as the adrenalin wore off the fear hit them like a ton of bricks.

"It's okay Willie," she said to him soothingly, "He'll be fine." Then added, "Where did you learn to fight like that?"

She had figured it out but wanted to get him talking so he would calm down.

After a few seconds, he said to her, "Father taught me. We had a lot of spare time on the island and we used to practice together. It helped pass the time. I've never actually used it against anyone before today. When I saw him point that knife at you, I just reacted. What if I had killed him?" She could hear a note of panic in his voice.

"But you didn't so don't worry about it. You didn't do anything wrong. He might even have learned something." She replied.

He turned his eyes away for her and she could see a look of shame on his face, "But I would have. If he had hurt you, I swear I would have Andrea."

"Forget about it Willie, you didn't. Besides, hasn't it occurred to your that you father might have taught you those moves so you could defend yourself? There are other ways to exercise you know? Now let's go get something to eat, I'm starved." And with that, she put her arm around his and they walked back to the car.

The next day, as they both took turns driving to the docks at Savannah, she found herself excited at the prospect of seeing the man's home for the past forty plus years of his life.

 Chapter Five – "The Awakening" 

From the very beginning, Andrea Marion had been trapped in a loveless, passionless, nearly sexless marriage that was completely devoid of anything that could remotely be considered romance. 

Alexander Thomas Osborne, her husband, spent most of his time away from home on this business trip or that. 

No one will ever no the amount of human suffering he had caused as he would casually decide whose jobs did not have 'an economic right to exist' as he put it. That was his excuse for putting people out of work by the thousands so that he could line the pockets of himself and his investors. So cold was Alexander Osborne that he even treated his private life as if it was just another business venture to be analyzed, planned and executed, then overseen dispassionately on a daily basis. 

Andrea wished she had known before she married him that he was a cold-hearted professional man that made his money buying and selling businesses like other people buy stocks. 

Andrea did not love the man and in point of fact, she had never loved him. Had she not become pregnant, she would never have married him. 

They had been at a party together and she had drunk just enough to not be thinking clearly when it had happened. For several years later she had thought it had all been a mistake and that he had also been drinking too much that night. But, time would teach her otherwise and she learned that Alexander Thomas Osborne never lost control. While her head was clouded in an alcohol-induced fog, his had been as clear as Fortessa Crystal. 

He wanted a trophy wife and he got one. For Andrea was, beyond a doubt, a stunningly beautiful woman. Her dark golden blonde hair flowed past her shoulders to halfway down the small of her back and her beauty was breathtaking.

It was a different time back then and she did what was expected of her. After all, she was a good Catholic girl; so, when her family, friends and the church told her to marry the man it never entered into her mind to challenge their advice. It was a decision she would regret for many years to come. 

At that time in her life, she was still heavily influenced by her families' traditional Catholic values making abortion never an option for her and she didn't have the courage to ask them about adoption. 

It didn't take her long to find out how empty the marriage was. Alexander was never home and she found herself left alone most of the time in a big house with no one for company. 

After months of isolation, she wanted so desperately to have someone to love but when the child was still born and she was told that she would not be able to have children anymore, she was heartbroken. 

Even after the loss of her baby, she could not bring herself to divorce him. "Andrea," her mother said to her when she asked her about it, "we just don't do that sort of thing! We're better than that!" And that was that. Andrea never brought up the subject again because she knew that both the Church and her family frowned upon it. 

In the twenty years of marriage, her husband was intimate only once each year, on their wedding anniversary. Even that he treated as dispassionately as a board meeting.

Trapped as she was, she refused to consider extra-marital affair so she remained in that soulless, lifeless, spiritually and sexually unfulfilling marriage right up to the moment Alexander Osborne died from, to her surprise, and later she would admit relief, a highly aggressive form of lung cancer.

Two days after his death, Andrea was still struggling with herself as she tried to deal with the mixed feelings she was having over the passing of her husband. 

When she received a visit from a woman she had never seen before, Andrea thought the woman was there to express her condolences. 

In shock she sat as the woman explained to her that for twenty-two years she had been her late husband's mistress and they had raised seven children together. Andrea sat there in utter disbelieve until the woman produced several photographs of herself, Alexander and their children. The woman sat there dispassionately, with not even the slightest sign of remorse on her face as she told Andrea of her infidelity. 

In calm reflection that comes with the passage of time, it would occur to Andrea some years later that the woman was indeed a perfect match for her late husband.

Andrea called her mother to talk about it only to find out that not only did the woman already know about the affair, but so did both his and her entire families! 

It seemed that Andrea was the only one who had not known. When she asked her mother why, the elderly Mrs. Marion simply replied, "Things like that just aren't talked about in polite society dear. You should know that!"

'Obviously, someone had talked about it!' She thought to herself. 'They all knew about it but me!'

At the funeral the next day, to everyone's surprise, Andrea not only failed to shed a tear for her dead husband, but she threw dirt on his casket while saying to the horror of the attendees "ROT IN HELL YOU BASTARD!"

When the Will was read, Andrea found her not so loving husband had bequeathed most his estate to his mistress and seven illegitimate children and left Andrea with only a small insurance policy. When the funeral expenses were paid, she had just enough money to find herself an apartment. She could have fought it, but she wanted to be done with Alexander Thomas Osborne and his family. 

From that day on, she never spoke to her family again and began dissociating herself from anyone else that had kept the knowledge from her. She resolved herself never to live her life again trying to please her family, friends and the church. 

Knowing now what she did, if Andrea had it all to do over, she would make entirely different choices.

It had all been an awakening for her and Andrea decided to find out about all the things she had been missing out while she was married to Alexander Osborne. 

She started trying new things. She tried smoking but didn't like it and the idea of lung cancer didn't really appeal to her after watching Alexander's death. Next she tried drinking, but that just seemed a waste of time, fine in moderation but not a good habit to take up. She just didn't like marijuana at all and decided not to experiment with any other drugs after that. She felt like she was sexually ignorant and wanted to try new things. 

She started buying adult movies until she discovered she could download them from the Internet for free. She wasn't worried about being sued for copyright violation for doing so as Georgia is one of the few states left that still has a pretty strict pornography law on the books. 

They distributors wouldn't stand a chance if they tried to sue her for downloading material they couldn't legally sell in Georgia, would they? 

While the videos were virtually without plot and as romantic as a bad date with the town pervert, they did expose Andrea to a realm of sexual freedom that she had never considered before. 

In all her years of marriage, she had only had sex in one position, missionary and she had never engaged in oral sex with her husband. He must have been saving that for his mistress! 

Then, there was the sex toys that some of the movies had in them! While a few were quite intimidating, like the 6 inch wide 18-inch long dildo, others like the rabbit looked absolutely wonderful to her.

In her quest for sexual identity, Andrea even tried lesbianism once. But, she decided that while she found she really liked oral sex, she wasn't attracted to women and didn't want to give or receive it from one.

Andrea was seeing the world with a different perspective now and she wandered if the way she was viewing the world, both sexually and non-sexually was similar to how Willie must be seeing it?

While she lay there trying to fall into the darkness of sleep, it occurred to her that Willie must be a very lonely man after spending so much time isolated from the world. She realized that in his isolation, he had not even had the company of causal friends. 

While her heart wept for the man and the life he had lived, still she took solace in the fact that he genuinely seemed happy and did not show even the slightest bit of self-pity. It was then she realized that she had fallen for him and it occurred to her that he was probably as inexperienced sexually as he was about everything else. 

'What would it be like,' she thought to herself, 'to be with such a man?' Just before she drifted into the dark void of sleep, Andrea realized her nipples had become hard at the very thought and that night, she dreamed of a most erotic encounter between herself and Willie.

 Chapter Six – "The Escape" 

They were in Savannah and as they approached the docks, the sound of waves crushing into the sides of the pier almost drowned out the cries of seagulls in the distance. 

As she exited her car to walk down the short distance from the parking lot to "The Escape", with every breath she took the salty smell of ocean breeze reminded her suddenly of the massive body of water that lay just yards away from where they were standing. Riding in the car, with its windows up and air-conditioning running, she had gotten a whiff of it every once in a while. But now, as they had approached the waterfront the full aroma of the sea breeze filled her lungs with the pungent odor of the Atlantic Ocean. 

She strolled leisurely, Willie at her side, down the dock towards 'The Escape' and with each step she took closer the small cargo vessel seemed to grow ever larger in size until finally it seemed so massive as to dwarf them like some huge behemoth resting before ants.

Out of the water and in dry dock, 'The Escape' looked larger than she had expected it to be. The ship had a length of 195 feet and a width, or breath in nautical terms, of 30 feet. The cargo hold had been 120 feet long, 18 feet deep, and 20 feet wide when the ship was built. 

She also noticed that he was having solar panels installed all around the top three feet of the hull of the ship. At first she wondered where he could have possibly gotten the idea until she remembered that he seemed to read everything he got his hands on. She recalled, as she stood there in front of the ship, seeing him come to work one time with a rather large bundle containing several issues of Popular Mechanics Magazine.

There were metal stairs, placed there by the workman so that they might gain access to the vessel, that rose from the ground to the top deck of the ship. When Andrea began to climb them behind Willie, the stairs rocked gently from side to side causing an unsteady feeling to come over her. It didn't end until she reached the top and climbed onto the sound unmoving deck of the ship.

Willie's father had divided the cargo hold into two sections: one 80 feet long and the other 40 feet long. Then, he had closed in the 80-foot long section and further sub-divided the closed in portion into two decks which became living quarters, each about 8 feet in height. It was like having a 3200 square foot house in a ship.




Matchmaker Bandit Novel Pt. 04



Hello All,

I am Maximillian Excaliber and before the story I would like to tell you the importance of leaving feedback.

As a writer, it is important to know how well or not well received a work is by received the target audience. Unlike movie and TV studios, we can not rely on focus groups to tell us how our work is being accepted.

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Unfortunately, I submitted the novel to the editor I started using about three months ago but he is quite busy and does not have the time to edit the novel. I have decided to post it here so I can go on to other projects. Finally, I have made every attempt to make this novel error free that I can, I am sure there are errors in it that, despite my attempts, have slipped past my editing process. Should you find any, please notify me by email and I will correct them. When posting your comments, please try to keep this in mind: I do not represent this as a professional quality work, but it is the best I can do.

Thank you for taking the time to read this and Happy Reading.

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 Introduction 

When I started writing some months back, it was with the intention of developing my skills sufficiently so that, with confidence, I could begin writing more conventional fiction. Each story I write is a learning experience for me as I attempt to sharpen my technical skills and story telling techniques.

You will find my stories are becoming longer than the previous ones as I attempt to weave more plot and character development into them.

I hope this is an improvement and you enjoy them.

And now for a word about this particular set of stories.

A few years back I received a couple of rotator cuff injuries that, until recently, had remained undiagnosed. Between that and some other medical problems I will not go into right now, I unfortunately found myself spending more time than I wanted to in medical offices. One good thing has come out of it though; all that time waiting gave me a few ideas for a couple of stories. 

This series is the first one of those ideas I have put to words.

As you read these, I think you'll find it amazing what can be running through one's mind while they are in a waiting room. 

When next you go to the doctor or dentist, think back on these stories and try to imagine what the other people in the waiting room are daydreaming about as they wait alone with you. I think you'll find it an interesting way to pass the time.

When I started writing this storyline, it was with the intent of writing a single short story. However, as I was reaching the end of what would eventually become part one, it occurred to me that the Matchmaker Bandits had never failed to acquire their objectives before. 

The idea of infallibility has never set well with me so I decided to make them just a little more human, and once in a while, let someone else get the best of them. I already had begun to get other ideas for expanding the story floating through my mind when I decided to write what would eventually become Part Two. By the time I was finished with it, my imagination was running full out and I decided to see just how far I could take the storyline.

Please keep in mind the following when you get to Part Four: 

One of the two main characters, Lyle Cunningham, describes a medical history including attempts to treat a condition that affected him while he was in college. 

While you are reading part four, as outrageous as the medical history described may seem, it is based on actual events in my life. 

The main differences between the medical history depicted in the story and what actually happened to me are that I saw far more doctors than does did the character in the story before being properly diagnosed and my gallbladder problems went on for over four years. Also, I am now a type-2 diabetic. The end results of the gallstone being left in too long are that I now have a damaged spleen, pancreas, and liver. 

Yes as unbelievable as it sounds, it really does happen.

I want to stress that this is a work of fiction. While some places actually exist, the small town of Magnolia, in Part Five, is a complete construction of my imagination. All characters and events are fictitious and any similarity between the characters and events in the novel and actual people or events is purely in the imagination of you, the reader.

Also, I'd like to thank "Jaily Ember" for taking the time to edit this massive undertaking of mine.

Finally, whether you like it, hate it or are totally indifferent, please take the time to rate it and leave feedback. Also, when doing so, try and remember that the works on this site are mostly done by amateurs such as myself and are edited by volunteers. While every effort has been made to ensure that it is as error free as possible, some minor errors should be expected. Please send me an email and I will correct them in a future reposting of the story. It is very import for the feedback and rating system to be viable that you rate and leave feedback for each posting only once.

Without further ado, please enjoy this, the first Matchmaker Bandit Novel.

Maximillian Excaliber

 Part Four – The Salesman Prologue 

To recap what has already occurred in this series so far, the Matchmaker Bandits, Ms. White and Mr. Black, have already failed three times to 'acquire' the antique vibrator collection belonging to Dr. Mark Jennings. 

In Part One, Dr. Jennings, aware of the growing reputation of the bandits knew that it was only a matter of time before they got around to setting their larcenous desires upon his collection, had custom replicas made by an overseas manufacturer. 

Concerned about the length of time it would take for the vendor to manufacture the replicas; Dr. Jennings had a variety of phony labels printed by a distributor in Mexico. When the labels arrive, he placed one on each of his most prized collectables. 

During their first attempt, Dr. Jennings arrived at his office to move the collection to a safe place and discovered the Matchmaker Bandits there; he convinced them that the real items were replicas. 

Fooled, the two bandits left the office empty handed. Immediately after the bandits were gone, Dr. Jennings, his nurse Margo Wilson, and her lover Kent Collins moved the Jennings collection to a temporary storage facility the doctor had previously rented.

In Part Two, having set their eyes on Dr. Victoria Mercer's coin collection, Ms. White and Mr. Black decided to pay an after hours visit to her medical practice to relieve her of the collection.

Upon their arrival, the Matchmaker Bandits thought they had hit the jackpot when they discovered what appeared to be both Dr. Mercer's erotic coin collection and Dr. Jennings's antique vibrator collection. They were shocked when they discovered that not only were the coins in Dr. Mercer's collection counterfeit, but the items in Dr. Jennings's collection were replicas.

In Part Three of the series, the bandits realizing that they had once again been outsmarted, decided to pay another visit to Dr. Jennings's office. When they arrived, the only things they found in the office were a cleaning crew and an empty storeroom where the collection used to be.

Perplexed, outwitted and frustrated, the Matchmaker Bandits refused to give up and decided to make another attempt to acquire the collections of Doctors Jennings and Mercer.

 Chapter One – "Penelope In My Head" 

June 2006

"How long have you been doing this Lyle?" Penelope asked me. She had just rolled her nude body off of me and we were both lying there trying to catch our breaths.

I answered without looking at her; I think I had begun counting the number of different colors of specs on the stucco ceiling at the time. We both knew the only thing we got together for was the sex. Until now, we hadn't actually talked about it. I stopped counting and said, "Having sex?"

"Yes, Lyle, having sex." She said somewhat annoyed as she began running her hand gently up and down my thigh in a stroking motion.

I thought I'd be funny and said, "Oh, I don't know, ever since the first time."

"I'm serious! When did you stop looking for love and start just having sex?" Her hand was causing my deflated erection to grow once more. God the woman was insatiable. 

She added nonchalantly, "Don't get me wrong, it was very enjoyable. I'd like to do it again. It's just that I'm curious."

That's what I get for going out with a psychologist! Only two months and seven dates, and she was trying to get inside my head! Before I could become too outraged the pleasant sensation of blood flowing to my cock distracted me. 

I started thinking about what she had asked. She was right! What's worse, she knew she was right! 

That dark dirty little secret I had been carrying around for years that had lead to so many one-night stands and short-lived relationships that had never gone anywhere was finally out. I think somewhere deep down inside myself I wanted and needed to talk about it. 'How long had it been?' I thought to myself. Almost twenty years now? 

As I lay there, my breathing having calmed itself, I thought back to my college days and started to recall to her when it had all began. 

 Chapter Two – "Reflections Of College" 

September 1978

I guess it started after just after I left college. 

College had been one of the most difficult times of my life. I had just struggled to finish my last semester of college in time to graduate. I had been sick for most of my junior and senior years. I almost didn't make it in more ways than one. A gall stone nearly cost me my life and had caused me to loose several weeks of school. 

My girlfriend Vicky and I had been dating since the second semester of our junior year and started living together the first semester of our senior year. I could tell she was getting worried about me. She was a pre-med major and while she didn't know what was wrong with me, knew it was serious and insisted I continue going to the doctor. 

So I kept going back. But the more I did, the more frustrated I got. At first, the doctor was treating me for a bad sinus infection. I guess he thought the symptoms of headache and fatigue were evidence of it. That went on for several months. Then, he told me I was dehydrated and that I should drink more water. Over the next year, I became dehydrated three times and had to have I.V.s given to me to get fluids back into when my blood pressure dropped to 80 over 50. 

Finally, after looking up the symptoms on the Internet, I reminded him that I had been diagnosed with a gallstone about six years before; I asked him if it could be my gall bladder? He said he didn't think so but ordered an ultrasound anyway.

While I was waiting for the ultrasound results to come back, I became sick as a dog until in desperation I went back to see the doctor and got stuck with his physician's assistant. 

She tried to treat me for a pulled muscle in my back. She wrote me the prescription for muscle relaxers and, as I walked out of the office that day, I remember thinking what an absolute idiot she was. 

I knew the moment she gave me the prescription I would never take them. I didn't know what was wrong with me at the time, but I did know it was certainly not a pulled muscle. I also knew that most likely the muscle relaxers would either mask the symptoms or just make things worse.

That Saturday I ended up in the emergency room again. I was working part time at a pizza place when it happened. 

I had been struggling the whole day and remember thinking to myself that all I had to do was to move the last cart full dough I had prepared into the refrigerator and then, I could sit down and just relax for the next hour while I answered the phone until I left.

The cart was loaded, the door to the refrigerator was open, I was breathing heavily and struggling hard to push the cart inside the refrigerator when I suddenly felt the need to lean against the closest wall and close my eyes. 

I vaguely remember someone asking me if I was okay and my mumbling something back to them just before they pushed a chair under me. 

The next thing I remember was a paramedic asking me to try and lay down on the gurney for them. Some time later, everything was a fog at the time so I'm not really sure, the same paramedic was telling me that I needed to be taken to the closest hospital. He wanted to know if it would that be okay? Imagine that, I was in bad enough shape that they needed to get me to the hospital to save my life and he was worried about my health insurance!

Six hours, an I.V. and a prescription for what I was told was nausea medication later, I was on my way home. The doctor had told me to see my personal physician first thing Monday morning. I still did not know what was wrong with me.

I didn't have any nausea, so I didn't take the medication he had. About six hours after being discharged, I was back in the emergency room again seeing a different doctor. The first thing she asked me was if I had taken the medication that I had been given. Of course, I told her no that I didn't see the need for it as I was not nauseous. As they were giving me another I.V., she explained to me that I was having another gall bladder attack and that the medication would help. She told me to see a surgeon first thing Monday morning. 

It really does help when you run into a competent physician!

I went back to my apartment, now knowing what the medication was actually for. The medication helped but not enough and the rest of the weekend was hell for me. At about 4:00 Monday morning the last of the mediation they had given me was wearing off. By the time I was in the surgeon's office at 8:00 a.m. that was fit to be tied and about to pass out. 

As soon as the nurse took me to the back, Dr. Rogers came in to examine me. He took one look at me and said, "Let's get you over to the hospital so we can get that thing out of you."

"When? I asked.

He looked at me as he put his hand on my shoulder and said, "Right now!"

Fifteen minutes later I was being directly admitted to the hospital.

It took them three days to stabilize me enough to take out the damn thing. 

The day after my surgery, Dr. Rogers came in to check on my status and told me that the report from the physician who had read the ultrasound said the stone was small and not a problem. Dr. Rogers said the report was wrong, while the stone was small, it was moving in and out of the bowel duct. A week later I was back at school and dealing with a postoperative infection. It seems that a stick that was left in which was supposed to have been taken out got infected. To make matters worse, the antibiotic I was given didn't work on me. I was not allergic to it; it just didn't like me. Needless to say, I developed somewhat mixed feelings about doctors after that.

Even after everything that happened, the absolutely amazing thing is that somehow, despite fatigue and general bad feeling of being constantly at death's door, my grades didn't drop and I graduated on time.

Vicky, also, had just graduated from the University of Birmingham after which she applied to Emory University Medical School in Atlanta. If she were accepted to Emory, it would mean that she would be moving to Atlanta in the coming fall and leaving me behind. 

I had also just graduated and was to begin working for my father for the next four years in his pharmaceutical supply business. It seemed only reasonable, after all to try and own my own way through college. My parents had raised me until I was eighteen. They had no obligation to send me to college. Why should I expect it like they owed it to me? I had become a man and it was my responsibility to make something out of my life. 

And so, there we both were, standing there impatiently as she held the envelope nervously in her hands, both of us experiencing a mixture of joy and dread for we knew that its contents would change both of their lives forever. 

"Go ahead honey, open it!" I told Vicky. While secretly deep in my heart I hoped she had not been accepted.

Her hands shaking, she tore open the envelope and carefully removed its contents, a single piece of paper. She looked at it for several seconds, taking in the words that were on the page and then looked up at me with tears in her eyes and said, "I've been accepted Lyle."

As tears trickled slowly from my eyes, I took her in my arms and held her as I whispered into her ear, "I'm so happy for you. Now you can finally have what you've always wanted."

We both went our separate ways shortly after that. To this day, I wonder if Vicky knew they were not tears of joy.

 Chapter Three – "Inside Penelope's Head" 

June 2006

Penelope had laid there silently listening to me while I recounted the past to her. Her eyes were fixed upon me intently the whole time as though she were peering into my very soul to find the truth of my words.

When I was done, she said to me, "You never got over her did you?"

"No, I guess not." I confessed.

"How did it make you feel when she left you?" Penelope asked. It was as if she seemed already to know what I was going to say.

I said after a moments of thought, "Angry I think." 

"Why were you angry?" She inquired.

At first, I didn't know how to answer her. It took me a minute of reflection before I could, "I because she had left me. And I guess I was angry at myself for letting her go."

"What did you do about it?" She asked.

Half of me was wishing the conversation would end; the other half wanted to talk about it when I said to her, "What?"

"I said, what did you do about it… your anger? How did you ever resolve it?" She replied.

That question I didn't want to answer; but I had a feeling she was not going to leave it that way. "I don't think I ever have. At first, I started out trying to have a relationship, but none of the women I dated could I have loved the way I loved Vicky. One day, I just gave up on the idea of finding love again and started having meaningless sex. I found myself getting involved in relationships that I knew had no future. I stayed in them until I couldn't take it any more. I think in some way I was trying to punish myself for letting Vicky go."

"You must be very unhappy Lyle. Haven't you suffered enough?" I could almost hear the pity in her voice when she said it.

I remained mute.

"Have you tried to find her?"

I was finding it increasingly difficult to concentrate as she had moved her hand from my leg and had begun slowly stroking my now fully erect member, "Over the years we lost track of each other. The last I heard, she had become a doctor and was practicing somewhere in Atlanta. I simply assumed she'd gotten married and moved on with her life." 




Matchmaker Bandit Novel Pt. 04



"What did you say her name was again?" She asked as she began running her tongue along the length of my engorged penis.

She had just taken the head of my cock into her mouth and was swirling her tongue around it. Fighting to maintain my concentration, I said, "Victoria Mercer"

"Is she full figured with blond hair, blue eyes and about 6'0" tall?" Penelope asked as she began licking her way down from the tip of my penis to its base.

"That's the way she looked the last time I saw her." My cock had begun tingling electrically for she had started rolling her tongue around the head of my penis once more.

"Do you happen to know what kind of doctor she wanted to be?" She asked just before taking me in her mouth and beginning a slow bobbing motion up and down my cock.

When her head reach the crown of my manhood, I barely grunted out the words, "She talked about becoming a urologist. She said there was more money in specializing than in family practice."

As she held my manhood in her hand and stroked it slowly, she lifted her head and looked at me to say, "I know for a fact that there's only one urologist in Atlanta named Victoria Mercer and she's not married."

"How do you know that?" I asked intrigued.

This time, Penelope was the one who remained mute for she had once more taken my cock into her mouth and was bobbing her head up and down its length. After about a minute, she raised her head again and said, "You might want to consider looking her up? Even if nothing comes of it, perhaps you might find some closure."

Feeling the stirrings of orgasm building in my loins, I struggled to say the words, "After the lifestyle I lived, I don't think she'd want me." 

"You'll never know if you don't try, will you?" Penelope said; as she expertly paused her oral attentions long enough for me to be pulled from the brink of orgasm.

While she slowly stroked and teased my cock, I said to her, "Suppose she rejects me?"

"Then I guess you'll face that when the time comes, won't you? Speaking of cumming, I want this thing inside me!" And with that, she climbed atop me and in a single action took me inside her and started grinding her pussy around my cock as she began fucking me wildly.

When I was leaving that evening, she said to me, "If Vicky doesn't want you Lyle, you can come to me anytime you want until you find the one you're looking for."

Pulling out of her driveway, I couldn't help wondering what her therapy sessions were like. One thing I did know, Penelope had given me plenty to think about.

 Chapter Four – "No Regrets" 

September 2007

To the outside observer, at forty-four, I had it all. I graduated at the top of my class from the University of Birmingham and was immediately accepted by Emery University Medical School. 

Within four years of finishing my residency, I had paid off my student loans; and, two years later had opened my own practice. 

At first I tried family practice, but I began to tire of it so, a few years back I decided to switch to urology. From a financial perspective it had been a good move. But even now there are times I miss it.

It did take long before my practice had been so successful; my investments so well placed that I could retire to a very comfortable lifestyle of travel and leisure and never have to worry about working again. But if I really did have it all, why was it that I was laying in my bedroom, under the dimmed lights above my bed, trying to cry myself to sleep again. Perhaps it was because for almost twenty years, I had lived alone with only a pet dog to keep me company?

Yes, I did have everything, everything that is except the one thing I wanted more than anything else in the world, a man to love me. Not because I'm some hideous hag. In fact, I'm been told I am actually quite attractive. 

With my blonde hair and blue eyes, at 6'1" in height, people that remember seeing those old German War II era propaganda posters depicting the ideal Arian woman in movies might have thought me to be the full figured 'Amazon' that had posed for them. 

Full figured or not, I was in good shape. But then it could be no other way. I eat right and workout regularly. 

In fact, working-out is one of the few pleasures I have. I'm usually so tired when I'm done that I forget for a while how lonely I am.

Most of the women I know told me, "Vicky," that's my nickname, "you should have a baby. It will give your life meaning" but I had seen enough of delivery rooms to know that was not for me. No, I just don't think loneliness is a good enough reason to bring a child into this world. I do know that whatever gene it is that makes a woman a mother, I didn't seem to have it; and, in my mind, that effectively rules out adoption. 

But the awful loneliness, no amount of sex ever seemed to make go away. And trust me, I tried. For a while, I was dating almost anyone who asked me out. I finally stopped after I had to literally beat one asshole off with 'The Club' I used to lock my steering wheel. 

He had seemed like a pretty nice guy when he asked me out. When he we suggest we do something retro and go the old Starlight Six Drive Theater, I thought he might turn out to be an interesting date. It was interesting right up to the point he pulled out a bottle of cheap wine and asked me if I wanted a drink just before he downed half of it in one gulp. Then, he proceeded to summarily start trying to rip my clothes off. 

I'm not sure if the synapse to his brain were firing properly before I hit him, but I'm sure from the number of stitches he required after his head met 'The Club' they were firing at a much slower rate because he seemed much more docile.

That soured me so much on dating that I just quit it entirely and began to focus totally on work. But work won't get you through those long lonely nights when all you want is a nice warm body next to you holding you while you sleep.

On a conscious level, I have always tried not to regret the decisions in my life that resulted in negative consequences. It just seemed to me it's like not appreciating all the good things came after the bad things but would not have happened without them. It's like drawing a line from point 'A' to point 'B' and then, after you decide you didn't like part of the line, erase it and wonder later why you can't get from point 'A' to 'B' again. 

Having said that, there is one thing that happened in my life that I often wonder that if I could go back in time and do it all over again would I do the same thing.

When I think back to that fall in 1978, I try to recall the good things in the past. Like the time my boyfriend Lyle took on a part-time job so I would not have to worry about my half of the rent and could devote more time studying.

Shortly after starting a job at a pizza place, he started getting ill. The doctors just couldn't seem to put their finger on the problem. He was killing himself trying to go to school all day, work all afternoon and then study at night. When I begged him to quit the pizza job, he refused. I tried to tell him I would get another student loan but he said that if I did, he would drop out of school and never talk to me again. 

Too this day, I still remember the feeling of horror when I received the call one Saturday from the Emergency Room telling me he had been taken there by ambulance. 

Even after the doctors finally discovered a gallstone and removed his gallbladder, Lyle forced himself to go back to work with a bad postoperative infection. He must have loved me so much to push himself that way! 

I knew he was obligated to work for his father to pay off his college education when he graduated. I knew he had no choice and could not come with me. In my heart, I knew that it was not tears of joy he was shedding when I opened the acceptance letter from Emory. Still, I walked away. And I have been miserable every day since! And, no amount of success, money or sex has ever made it go away. 

I now know that fate only allows you so many chances at love and each day that goes by makes only serves to remind me that time is running out. I hope and pray I did not foolishly waste my only opportunity for love and fate is merciful enough to grant me just one more chance.

 Chapter Five – "The Appointment" 

It was almost six o'clock on a Friday afternoon when I pulled up to the Westling Hotel parking lot. 

After checking in at the front desk, I went to my room on the 70th floor, opened my suitcase, and decide to take a cool shower after the long hot drive. 

Ten minutes later, as I stood there wrapped in a towel in front of my window enjoying the sparkling colors of downtown Atlanta lights as they danced on the glass, I noticed my own reflection in the glass.

There was a visible line on my 5'10" tall frame from the surgery scar. It had been before the days of laparoscopic surgery. It was a battle scar left over after the surgeon had a fight with my gallbladder back in college. Needless to say, my gall bladder didn't stand a chance as the surgeon had come to the fight with knives! 

The potbellied, frumpy body I had back then was long gone now having been replaced by almost chiseled muscular body. It was the result of twenty-two years of practicing Ju Jitsu and Aikido and for the last three years Krav Maga.

The short curly red hair, freckles and pale skin had made me the object of more than one "Howdy Doody" joke when I was younger. As I stood there, for the first time in my life when I looked at my own reflection, I realized that I very much looked like a younger version of my father. 

The thought caused my mind to drift back to the odd smile on his face when I told him I wanted to try an Atlanta route for a few months. For some reason I didn't understand at the time, he had that same smile when he called me into his office that Friday and handed me the new client list I was to have.

My stomach roaring like a lion in need of a feast made me realize that I had been so preoccupied with preparing for the trip I completely forgotten to eat lunch. 

After dressing, I decided to grab my laptop bag so I could begin going over my new route during dinner.

The hotel is 73 stories high with the Moon Beam Restaurant located on one of its top three levels. The only way to get to the Moon Beam, other than taking the fire escape, was to go back down to the lobby and take a dedicated elevator there back up to the top.

Five minutes later, I stepped of the elevator feeling almost claustrophobic and was greeted by an over bubbly hostess.

After the hostess had seated me, a rather cute young waitress with somewhat large breasts for her size came to my table and took my order. I remember thinking as she walked away, 'I wonder how much those puppies cost her?' 

I then opened my laptop bag and took out my route book in hopes that I might have time to familiarize myself with my new customer's locations before she came back with my meal. 

When I opened it, my eyes were instantly drawn an entry on the first page that had been circled with a large pink highlighter. There was a sticky note attached to the page with my father's handwriting on it. It read, "Don't let her get away from you this time son!" and it was signed, "Dad." The name circled on the page was "Dr. Victoria Mercer, MD." I immediately understood that odd smile on his face!

That night, as I lay on my bed trying to find the rest of sleep, the last thoughts going through my mind just before I drifted into its embrace were of Victoria and how I might be received by her after all these years.

When I awaked the next morning, after I showered and did all the normal things one does in the morning to prepare for a workday, I called her office to arrange an appointment to see her. 

I was told by the receptionist, "Dr. Mercer sees new vendor representatives on Thursday after 1:00 p.m. Would you like to schedule an appointment?" 

Somewhat disappointed, I made an appointment for 4:30 p.m. that Thursday and then promptly went to the Mac Chuckles restaurant across the street for an all too unsavory breakfast of "Mac Something" with eggs. Afterward, I made a mental note to myself that two things would have to be first on my 'to-do' list after getting an apartment, finding a gym and somewhere healthier to eat.

I made a quick courtesy call upon the Atlanta office of my father's business and then proceeded upon my route.

The week went rather well. On Tuesday, I was extremely lucky and found a furnished studio apartment to rent from a woman whose son was working on a fishing boat in Alaska and wouldn't be back for three more months. 

The next day I discovered there was even a gym nearby. The rates were not the best, but after almost four days of sitting in waiting rooms, over priced hotel food and cheap greasy fast food, I was glad to have some way to get rid of the toxins that had to be building up in my system.

With each hour day, I became more excited by the prospects of seeing Vicky once more until finally when Thursday arrived, I realized I could almost think of nothing else. 

Having finished the rest of my scheduled route early that day, I could have tried to squeeze in one more customer but decided not to. 

One thing I had learned is that you just can't count on a doctor's 'schedule'. Not that it's their fault, mind you. Between being on call for emergencies and patients showing up late, and walk-ins, its amazing they ever get anywhere on time. No, this day, I did not want to be late.

Despite being ahead of schedule with my route, the Atlanta traffic was so thick that I was almost late for my appointment anyway. 

With five minutes to spare, I got out of my car and walked leisurely to towards the lobby entrance as the hot afternoon sun beat down on me. Despite the heat, I was lucky enough to reach the cool air-conditioned shelter of the lobby before I began to sweat.

The waiting room was packed like a sardine can with patients and after checking in with the receptionist, I found an empty seat and settled down for what I knew was sure to be a long wait. 

Two hours and twenty-seven minutes later, when there were only two patients left, the receptionist came out and said to me consolingly, "I'm sorry Lyle, Dr. Mercer had an emergency and is running way behind schedule. We're running late and since it's already way past closing, she's going to need to reschedule you for next week. Since you've waited so long, I'll be glad to put you first on the list if you'd like?"

My heart sank but what could I do? After I told her that would be fine, she asked me to meet her at the reception window and she would add me in the schedule.

Five minutes later, disappointed, I headed out the door. 

I was about to open the door when suddenly I heard the concerto voice of a young woman from behind me, "Lyle!" She said. "Lyle!" Once more. I turned just as she was catching up with me.

"Hello, I'm Dr. Mercer's nurse, Maggie. She says to tell you if you can wait about another twenty minutes that she will be able to see you today." Maggie looked at me expectantly, "What shall I tell her?"

"Tell her that will be fine, take all the time that she needs. I'm not going anywhere." I wondered if I should have said that last part as soon as had left my mouth.

The nurse smiled cheerfully and said, "Would you like me to have the receptionist bring you something to drink while you wait, a soda or juice perhaps?" 

"No, I'm fine. Thank you though." I told her.

"Well, if you change your mind, just tell Sharon, our receptionist, what you want and she'll take care of you. Now if you'll excuse me, I've got two patients waiting to be taken care of." And with that, she turned and hurriedly walked away. For some strange reason, she glanced back at me again and smiled as the door closed behind her.

I had the strangest feeling Maggie had been sizing me up for some reason the whole time we were talking.

The wait wasn't twenty minutes; it was thirty minutes. The last patient had gone to the back ten minutes after I had spoken with Sharon and I spent the next twenty minutes in the waiting room by myself. I guess it would be a gross understatement to say that I was anxious to see Vicky again and the wait seemed more like an eternity.

I had just started reading my third article from last month's issue of the Journal Of American Medicine when the door leading to the back was opened. Sharon stood there holding the door open for me as she said; "Dr. Mercer can see you now, if you'll just follow me please?"

I followed her around a corner to the left and down a long corridor. I noticed as we walked through the building that there seemed to be no one else present and assumed that everyone else had already left. We continued around another corner to the left and then turned left again to the door of an office. 

When I walked into the office, there was a wall directly in front of the doorway at the far left end. Walking into the office proper, I noticed the presence of a couch on the right side wall of the room and it occurred to me that the function of the wall was to provide privacy.

"Please be seated, she'll be with you in just a moment." Sharon said in her concerto voice as she motioned to a chair in front of the large office desk in the center of the room. Without waiting for me to be seated, she turned and left the room leaving the door open behind her.

It couldn't have been more than a minute when I heard a familiar voice behind me say, "Sorry I'm running late, but there was an emergency and I …"

When I stood up to face her, Vicky stopped in mid-sentence. We both just stood there silently for several seconds and looked at each other. 

Finally, Vicky was the first one to break the silence, "Well look at you! Aren't you the fit one?"

"And you're even more beautiful than ever." She really had become more beautiful with age.

She blushed and said, "Still the flatterer I see."

"Honesty is not flattery. I mean it! You really do look even more beautiful than I remember." I told her sincerely. 

She laughed and said, "Well I happen to know it's a medical fact that men's eyes get worse the older they get."

We both laughed and sat down. 

"So still no ring on your finger Lyle? That scared of the old ball and chain or did you try it and decided you didn't like it?" She asked inquisitively.

I had already noticed that Penelope had been right and Vicky also was not wearing a wedding ring. "No, not scared. And not divorced either. I just haven't met the right woman yet."

"You mean in all these years, you never found one woman you wanted to be your wife?" Vicky asked in astonishment.

I paused a second. Suddenly my chair seemed uncomfortable and I shifted in it as I answered her, "I thought I had once. But I stupidly let her slip away. I've been regretting it ever since."

Vicky sat there very quiet for several long seconds until the silence was broken by Sharon poking her head in the door and saying, "Everyone else is gone Vicky. Is there anything else you need me to do before I leave?"

"No, you go on and have a nice weekend. I'll set the alarm when I leave." Vicky said to her.

Sharon looked from Vicky to me and said, "Enjoy your weekend. You too Lyle."

"Same to you Sharon." I said to her. 

Sharon turned and walked down the hall. A few seconds later I could hear the sound of what I assumed was the back door closing. It hit me then, for the first time since college, I was alone with Vicky.

After we talked about business for about half an hour, the discussion turned to old times. I asked her how she managed to stay in such good shape? She told me that she worked out regularly and asked me how often I worked out. I told her about my martial arts background. I felt comfortable with the things were going and I decided to ask her out. I was about to do so when the sound of someone clearing a throat came from behind us.




Matchmaker Bandit Novel Pt. 04



In unison, we both looked at the doorway. Standing in it were a man and a woman dressed in white lab coats holding pistols aimed in our direction. 

 Chapter Six – "Ground Rules" 

The large muscular man had with curly jet-black hair and a build that convinced me that he spent several hours a day in a gym somewhere working out. He was also wearing a badly applied fake black beard. In his right hand he had a pistol that he aimed in our direction and in his left hand was a large canvas tool bag.

The woman was a full figured, stunningly beautiful, buxom, brunette about five foot eight inches tall. Her long wavy hair must have flowed at least six inches past her shoulders. She also held in her right hand a pistol and in her left hand what appeared to be a single piece of monopoly money.

Both were wearing on their faces plastic Lone Ranger masks.

In a most sultry voice, the woman said to Vicky, "Got change for a dollar Dr. Mercer?"

For obvious reasons, neither Vicky nor I was laughed at the armed woman's joke.

I looked at Vicky and said, "Do you know these people?"

"Only by reputation. Their a couple of thieves." Vicky said sternly. I was surprised by the lack of fear in her voice.

Vicky looked the female bandit straight in the eyes and said, "I know what you're here for. Let's get this over with so I can start filling out the insurance forms."

"Well, that makes thinks much simpler. I'm glad we won't have to play that little cat and mouse game where I ask you where the collection is, then you pretend you don't know what I'm talking about and suddenly get your memory back after Mr. Black here threatens to brake your boyfriend's right arm."

I muttered under my breath, "I'd like to see him try it!"

"What was that?" The muscular robber said, he must have heard me.

I stood facing him and repeated myself so that everyone could hear me. "I said, I like to see you try it you big moron. What's the matter, steroids making you go deft?" I was hoping he would lower his weapon and come closer. If he did it would put him directly in front of his companion and block any shot she would have at Vicky and myself. Then it would be over in less than thirty seconds!"

"Why you little pipsqueak, I'll tear you a new asshole, cover her Ms. White! Buddy, I'm going to use your face for a speed bag!" He started to move in my direction.

That's when his companion grabbed his arm and said to him, "Don't be stupid! Can't you see he's baiting you? That's exactly what he wants you to do. Look at the size of the knuckles on his index and middle fingers, it's obvious he has had a great deal of martial arts training."

Mr. Black stopped suddenly and looked at my hands. Not liking what he saw, he stepped back. Then he said, "You're right, were going to have to be extra careful with this one. I can't believe I almost fell for it."

"Very clever Mr.?" The female bandit said, and waited for me to respond.

I looked out of the corner of my eye and said, "Cunningham, Lyle Cunningham." Then said to Mr. Black, "You always let her do your talking for you?" And started to step forward.

"Nice try Lyle, but I won't fall for that again. You can sit down now. Any further talking from me will be translated to you by Mr. Browning here. Do I make myself clear?" I could tell from the now calm expression on his face that he had regained his composure and was now far more dangerous than before. I sat down determined to wait for an opportunity to make my move if presented one. 

Vicky grabbed my arm to get my attention and said to me, "Listen Lyle, I know you can probably take these two; it's just not worth the risk. They won't hurt us as long as we cooperate. Please do whatever they say no matter what they ask and everything will be fine."

"If that's what you want, but I won't let them hurt you." I agreed. I could see from Vicky's face that she wasn't afraid and I was pretty sure she knew a lot more about these two robbers than I did. I decided to play it her way.

Ms White looked at me and said, "That's very wise of you Lyle. If you don't mind telling me, what exactly are you doing here? I know you are not staff, unless you've just been hired."

"I'm a sales representative for Cunningham and Stanley medical supplies." I told her.

I'm not sure she believed me. After several seconds of what appeared contemplation, she said, "In any case, necessity now dictates that I establish some ground rules. Please pay close attention, as I don't like repeating myself. First, unless we tell you otherwise, Dr. Mercer, you will make sure that you are between us and Lyle at all times. Secondly, you will see to it that you are no further than five feet from either of us. Third, you will see to it that you are no closer than seven feet to Lyle. I don't want him grabbing you and throwing you out of harm's way. Fourth," She reached into her pocket, removed a pair of handcuffs and threw them to Vicky. "Please use these to secure Lyle's wrists tightly behind his back. Incase I wasn't clear, that was not a request. And finally, this last part is especially for you Lyle. Any heroics and you will not have to worry about filling the good doctor's orders. Understand?"

"Clearly. Now you to understand this: if either of you harm her in anyway, those pistols will not be able to stop me before I snap both of your necks. Am I clear?" I said coldly.

There was silence and I realized that all eyes in the room were now on me. Ms. White, seemingly ignoring my threat said, "Now that we all understand each other, please show us that fine coin collection you so deceptively replaced with counterfeits the last time we visited your office."

Vicky guided us all to storeroom and while Mr. Black guarded me from a safe distance, Vicky preceded Ms. White inside. About two minutes later, they both exited the room with Vicky leading the way.

"Jackpot!" Ms. White said excitedly.

Mr. Black glanced at her for a second as he said, "Are they the real thing this time or more of those knockoff Chinese counterfeits like last time."

"Yes! But Dr. Jennings seems to have outwitted us again! It looks like this is where he moved his junk. The good stuff is not here!" Ms. White beamed.

I was puzzled and looked over at Vicky who was just standing there. "What are they talking about?"

"He doesn't know anything about this. Can I show him?" She asked Ms. White.

The robber looked thoughtful for a few seconds and said, "No, but I don't see any reason why he can't see for himself. Step back and let him pass." Then she turned to me and said, "Make it quick Lyle! I'm sure that Dr. Mercer would like to start filling out those insurance forms as soon as we leave; the sooner we get this over with, the sooner she can start."

They both stepped well away from the doorway to the closet after which I went inside. As soon as I entered the doorway I could see light coming through an opening in the back wall of the close. It was obviously the entrance to a secret room. I entered the doorway and walked to the back of the closet to stand in the opening. When I did, my jaw dropped. The secret room was almost half filled with racks containing row upon row of vibrators, dildos and other sex toys. One rack contained several albums that I knew were the type used by coin collectors.

After I stood there for several seconds I heard the sultry voice of Ms. White calling from behind me, "Seen enough?"

Still stunned, I turned around and exited the closet.

Vicky must have seen my expression as I walked through the door because she immediately said, "The coins are mine and the rest of the sex toys belong to my business partner. These two thieves here almost got both our collections a few months back before we went into partnership together. So, when we moved into this office, it only seemed natural to store everything here. 

My partner got nervous and decided a couple of weeks ago to move the best part of his collection someplace else. I guess I should have listened to him when he said they might come back again a second time."

"Actually, that's third time. We paid a second visit to Dr. Jennings old office when we realized he had so skillfully deceived us but, he beat us to the punch and had already moved everything." Ms. White said to Vicky.

Vicky looked at her in surprise and said, "I stand corrected." Then she paused for a second and said, "I can just about guess what's going to happen next, might as well get on with it." 

"My, aren't we the eager one! The last person I saw that enthusiastic was Delores during our last visit to your office. I'll bet we both know why she was so excited, don't we?" The buxom bandit said with a somewhat mischievous grin on her face.

Just then Vicky did something I hardly ever saw her do, blush and said, "Yes, I know what you did. She told me all about it." 

"While were on the subject, I was actually expecting to find her and her boyfriend here, where are they? They won't be showing up later, will they?" Ms. White inquired. She seemed suddenly concerned.

For some Vicky said to her reassuringly, "I doubt that. They were married last week and are both honeymooning in Alaska as we speak."

"Really, that's funny. The last time I saw them I could have sworn they were already on it. Wouldn't you agree Mr. Black?" 

Mr. Black chuckled loudly before answering, "She definitely was on something!"

"They didn't drug her did they?" I didn't know what they were talking about but I didn't like the sound of it.

Vicky looked at me reassuringly and said, "No, they didn't drug her."

"Well what did they do?" I asked confused.

She looked embarrassed and said, "Nothing that hurt her. Ask me about it later."

Just then Ms. White said jovially, "Why don't we let these two discuss this in private Mr. Black so we can get back to work?"

"Have any place particular in mind?" The male bandit asked. 

His sultry accomplice replied, "Give me a second to look around."

While Mr. Black held his firearm pointed at us, the vivacious villain began walking down the hall, opening doors and peering in each room as she did as though she were looking for something particular.

Finally, she stopped at one room halfway down the hall and call out from the doorway, "This will do; bring them here."

As Vicky and I headed down the hallway with Mr. Black trailing a safe distance behind us, Ms. White stepped out of the doorway and walked about six feet in the opposite direction.

"New equipment?" Ms. White said to Vicky as we reached the doorway. 

Vicky nodded. 

"Looks comfortable." Ms. White commented.

Vicky said nothing.

As I got to the doorway I could see what they were talking about. It was a large examining table with a raised back, which could be adjusted for comfort. One of the more expensive models on the market, it included a power tilt feature that allowed the entire table top to be tilted forward or backward as needed.

"Lyle, you can go to the far corner of the room and stand while I explain to the two of you what's going to happen." The female bandit said.

As I walked to the corner of the room, I wondered what the two criminals were going to do with us, and what it was that Vicky had not told me about that they had done to Delores. 

I did have much time to think about it when Ms. White said abruptly, "Well, now. Let's get this show on the road shall we? Normally I would have you do it yourself, but you are far too dangerous for me to allow you to have your hands free for more than a few seconds; so, Dr. Mercer, you may have the pleasure of removing all Lyle's clothes."

 Chapter Seven – "Black Silk Stockings" 

"Thanks, but no thanks lady. I'm not in the mood. I have a headache. I'm washing my hair tonight. You're not my type lady? Get it!" I said flippantly, then looked over at Mr. Black and added, "And that goes for you too."

She laughed and said, "Too bad, your loss. But that's not what I'm here for anyway; and, you needn't worry about Mr. Black. I happened to know all to well that you're not his type either. 

No, I need you undressed for two reasons: First, I want to make sure you have nothing you may use as a weapon. I'm quite sure you are resourceful enough to find some way of using parts of your clothing as such. And second, most people that are not naturally exhibitionists are unwilling to expose themselves to the public scrutiny of others. Your aren't an exhibitionist are you?" 

Before I could respond she added, "Never mind answering that. Start by kicking off your shoes." Our female captor said to her companion, "Mr. Black, please set your bag down right there inside the doorway and open it. Dr. Cunningham will be doing the honors this time."

One at a time, I kicked off each shoe. When I was done, Ms. White smiled and said, "She that didn't hurt at all now did it? Go-ahead Dr. Mercer, you know what comes next."

As she looked me in the eyes, Vicky began undoing first my belt buckle, next the top button on my pants and then she slowly lowered the zipper on my pants. When she did, they fell straight to the floor and landed around my ankles. As I leaned against the corner, Vicky pulled them off my ankles one leg at a time.

"Here's what I want you to do next, exactly as I tell you to: unbutton his jacket and pull it off him so that it is hanging over the handcuffs. Next, unbutton his shirt and do the same."

After Vicky did as she had been instructed, I stood there with my jacket and shirt hanging behind me. The only thing that kept them from falling to the floor was the handcuff around my wrists.

"Throw her another pair of handcuffs and one of the keys Mr. Black." He did so and Vicky caught them. 

"Now I want you to take the pair of handcuffs in your hand and place them around Lyle's wrists above his coat and shirt."

Vicky did so. Because of my jacket and shirt, the second pair of handcuffs was almost half way up my forearms.

"Undo the handcuffs around his wrists and pull off his jacket and shirt. Once they are off, slide the other pair of handcuffs down and tighten them. When you're done, get a pair of scissors from the counter over there and cut his tee shirt off. When you've done that, I'll tell you what to do next." Ms. White stood and waited while Vicky expertly snipped my tee-shirt at strategic points until if fell in pieces to the floor after which, she put the scissors back on the counter.

With nothing else to do but stand there and be stripped, I glanced over at Mr. Black and noticed he was now holding an mp3 player in his left hand and had placed one of its earplugs in his left ear. He still held in his right hand the pistol aimed at me. He looked bored; and, I wondered if this wasn't it, what did he find exciting?

My shirt now laying in shreds, Ms. White said, "Very good Dr. Mercer! Now Lyle, please lay on your back on top of the table for us."

I looked over at Vicky for her reaction she said, "It'll be okay. Trust me." So, I walked over to the table and rolled onto it so that I face up.

"Mr. Black, hand Dr. Mercer one of the three foot pieces of chain and a couple of pad locks to bind Lyle's feet with will you?" Stuffing his mp3 player in one of his breast pockets, the male bandit reached into his pack, produced the requested items and handed them to Vicky. 

She had walked over to retrieve them. At that point, Ms. White said to her, "Make no mistake, I will be double-checking those bindings myself Dr. Mercer."

"I assumed as much." Vicky replied.

Vicky wrapped the chain around my ankles and used a pad lock to secure it in place leaving me just enough slack so that the blood flow would not be cut off to my feet.

Ms. White looked over approvingly, then said, "Thank you Dr. Mercer. And now, if you will be so kind as to disrobe we can get this wrapped up in no time and be out of your way."

I was sure I knew what would happen if she got undressed. The way she looked, I was sure to develop and erection, I thought many I could dissuade them, "Is that really necessary? She can't possibly be a threat to you."

"If she managed to somehow get out of this building she would. No, I want to make sure Dr. Mercer won't be in a hurry to leave you laying here. The clothes come with us. Don't worry, you'll get them back before we leave." The full-figured brunette replied.

I started to protest but before I could Vicky began taking off her lab coat. Two seconds later it hit the floor. A few more seconds her blouse and dress followed. She stood there in a lacy black bra, matching thong panties, thigh high sheer dark black silk stockings and a garter belt. One look at her and I started instantly getting an erection. 

I tried to look away until Ms. White said, "The rest please, Dr. Mercer."

Before Vicky could start removing her remaining articles of clothing, Mr. Black leaned over to his companion and whispered something in her ear that I could not hear. After which, Ms. White said, "You're right, they really are quite lovely on her. Okay, you can leave the garter and stockings on."

Vicky simply started taking off her bra revealing her magnificent bosom. Next she undid the snaps on her garter belt one by one and then slid out of her panties. When she did, I could see the ample pubic hair surrounding her moist pussy lips. Any thought I had about not getting an erection was nowhere to be found after that. I realized I had a tent pole in my underpants there was no way to hide.

Vicky was snapping her garters to her stockings when Ms. White next said, "You can use those scissors you had to cut his underpants off now."

Without objection, Vicky took the scissors from the counter again and made two cuts on each side of my underpants, grabbed the front of them and said to me, "Lift up for me Lyle honey."

As I did, she pulled the piece of cloth that had been my underpants from under me and threw it on the ground leaving my erect penis for all to see.

Vicky was staring at it when Ms. White said, "Call it Doctor, heads or tails?" 

I looked over at the brunette robber and saw that she had a coin in her hand. I guess she must have removed it from her overalls while I was looking at Vicky undress.

"Whatever, heads?" Vicky said slightly annoyed.

The lovely robber flipped the coin, looked at it and said, "Heads it is! You get to face him."

"Does she mean she wants you to get on top of me?" I asked Vicky. I was beginning to be concerned just how far these two criminals were going to take this.

"Yes Lyle! That's exactly what I mean. And before you ask, no we are not going to force you to have sex and yes, she is going to climb right up on top of you and straddle you with those sexy legs of hers." Ms. White answered for her.

I moved my hands over my head so they would not get in her way when Vicky started to climb in my direction from the table foot of the table. She crawled atop me on all fours with her legs straddling my body. When Vicky's pelvis slid over my hard manhood, the head of my cock parted her moist pussy lips and the intimate contact caused us both to shudder unexpectedly.

My erect cock was leaning in her direction and she had to move so that her breasts were almost in my face in order to keep our genitals from touching.

Ms. White came a bit close and said, "Scoot back some dear. You're about to smother him with those magnificent breasts of yours."

Vicky slid backwards on her knees just a few short inches and when she did, the furrow of her pussy was right up against the length of my cock.

"That's better!" Ms. White said, and then added, "Isn't it Lyle?"

From the sudden heat in my face, I would guess my only answer must have been to turn bright red with embarrassment.

"Now put your arms around her and don't move unless I tell you to." Ms. White instructed. I did so. After which, Ms. White went to the canvas bag on the floor and removed from it what looked like a six-foot length of chain and two padlocks and carried the items to the table. 




Matchmaker Bandit Novel Pt. 05



Hello All,

I am Maximillian Excaliber and before the story I would like to tell you the importance of leaving feedback.

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Unfortunately, I submitted the novel to the editor I started using about three months ago but he is quite busy and does not have the time to edit the novel. I have decided to post it here so I can go on to other projects. Finally, I have made every attempt to make this novel error free that I can, I am sure there are errors in it that, despite my attempts, have slipped past my editing process. Should you find any, please notify me by email and I will correct them. When posting your comments, please try to keep this in mind: I do not represent this as a professional quality work, but it is the best I can do.

Thank you for taking the time to read this and Happy Reading.

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Introduction

When I started writing some months back, it was with the intention of developing my skills sufficiently so that, with confidence, I could begin writing more conventional fiction. Each story I write is a learning experience for me as I attempt to sharpen my technical skills and story telling techniques.

You will find my stories are becoming longer than the previous ones as I attempt to weave more plot and character development into them.

I hope this is an improvement and you enjoy them.

And now for a word about this particular set of stories.

A few years back I received a couple of rotator cuff injuries that, until recently, had remained undiagnosed. Between that and some other medical problems I will not go into right now, I unfortunately found myself spending more time than I wanted to in medical offices. One good thing has come out of it though; all that time waiting gave me a few ideas for a couple of stories. 

This series is the first one of those ideas I have put to words.

As you read these, I think you'll find it amazing what can be running through one's mind while they are in a waiting room. 

When next you go to the doctor or dentist, think back on these stories and try to imagine what the other people in the waiting room are daydreaming about as they wait alone with you. I think you'll find it an interesting way to pass the time.

When I started writing this storyline, it was with the intent of writing a single short story. However, as I was reaching the end of what would eventually become part one, it occurred to me that the Matchmaker Bandits had never failed to acquire their objectives before. 

The idea of infallibility has never set well with me so I decided to make them just a little more human, and once in a while, let someone else get the best of them. I already had begun to get other ideas for expanding the story floating through my mind when I decided to write what would eventually become Part Two. By the time I was finished with it, my imagination was running full out and I decided to see just how far I could take the storyline.

Please keep in mind the following when you get to Part Four: 

One of the two main characters, Lyle Cunningham, describes a medical history including attempts to treat a condition that affected him while he was in college. 

While you are reading part four, as outrageous as the medical history described may seem, it is based on actual events in my life. 

The main differences between the medical history depicted in the story and what actually happened to me are that I saw far more doctors than does did the character in the story before being properly diagnosed and my gallbladder problems went on for over four years. Also, I am now a type-2 diabetic. The end results of the gallstone being left in too long are that I now have a damaged spleen, pancreas, and liver. 

Yes as unbelievable as it sounds, it really does happen.

I want to stress that this is a work of fiction. While some places actually exist, the small town of Magnolia, in Part Five, is a complete construction of my imagination. All characters and events are fictitious and any similarity between the characters and events in the novel and actual people or events is purely in the imagination of you, the reader.

Also, I'd like to thank "Jaily Ember" for taking the time to edit this massive undertaking of mine.

Finally, whether you like it, hate it or are totally indifferent, please take the time to rate it and leave feedback. Also, when doing so, try and remember that the works on this site are mostly done by amateurs such as myself and are edited by volunteers. While every effort has been made to ensure that it is as error free as possible, some minor errors should be expected. Please send me an email and I will correct them in a future reposting of the story. It is very import for the feedback and rating system to be viable that you rate and leave feedback for each posting only once.

Without further ado, please enjoy this, the first Matchmaker Bandit Novel.

Maximillian Excaliber

 Part Five -- The Soldier

 Prologue

Previously in our story, Ms. White and Mr. Black paid a late afternoon visit to the office of Dr. Mark Jennings in an attempt to steal rare artifacts from his antique vibrator collection. 

Because Dr. Jennings had previously placed phony labels on his most valuable artifacts indicating that they were replicas, the two thieves walked away empty handed when in fact they had been holding the genuine artifacts in their hands the entire time.

The Matchmaker Bandits correctly deduced that Dr. Jennings would not leave his collection at his practice for them to come back again and find. 

Having already set their larcenous hearts on the rare erotic coin collection of his new partner Dr. Victoria Mercer, they paid an after hours visit to her office in hopes of finding both collections waiting for them. Instead, all they found were replica vibrators and counterfeit coins.

In desperation, they decided to return to the scene of their first attempt only to discover the office was all but empty.

For months, the two robbers watched and waited while the two doctors moved their practices to their new building all the while looking for another opportunity to get a crack at the two doctor's collections. 

When the office move was completed, the bandits finally thought their chance had come. 

In hopes that they might drink from the cup of success, with Dr. Jennings safely out of town, they waited until the office was closed for the weekend to try again. 

But the taste was bittersweet, for while they did find Dr. Mercer's rare coin collection intact, they once more failed to locate the prized pieces of Dr. Jennings's collection.

Four times they have tried to steal Dr. Jennings's elusive antique vibrator collection. Four times they have failed. Where has the good doctor moved his collection? 

What would the Matchmaker Bandits do if they knew? Surely they would not be so fool hearty as to try again. 

Find out now in this, the fifth and final part of 'The Great Hippocrates Robberies'.

 Chapter One -- "The Death"

July 1993

"Stupid bitch!" Jimmy Oglethorpe screamed as he produced a switchblade from his pants pocket, opened it and lunged dangerously at Becky Daily's midsection missing her by a mere fraction of an inch. 

Meanwhile, as Becky was attempting to reason with Jimmy, his two brothers, Sammy and Bert, had moved to blocking positions on each side of her boyfriend, Ethan Barns. He was surrounded on all sides. To his front was his candy-apple red 1968 Mustang, to the rear Jimmy's pickup truck and on his sides were Jimmy's two brothers. 

When Ethan attempted to jump over the rear of the car so he could get to Jimmy, the two grabbed him by the arms and held him forcefully at bay and, it seemed to Ethan an almost horribly surreal moment compared to the calm tranquility of a few minutes ago when he had arrived there.

Ethan Barns loved his high school sweetheart, Becky Daily, and would have married her after graduation had they both not had the good sense to know that neither of them was ready for that kind of commitment. Both of them knew how hard it was to raise a family on the limited incomes provided by the few jobs available in the small rural farming community so they decided to wait a few years and build a nest egg before starting a family together. 

When one lives in a small town like Magnolia Georgia, job prospects are limited and they really had very few choices, either work at the local chicken processing plant or join the military. 

Since the only time Ethan liked dead chickens was when they were on his plate covered in barbeque sauce, he chose the military. 

It almost broke Becky's heart when Ethan told her that he had joined the Army after high school hoping to save up enough for a future for the two of them. She cried in his arms as she said to him, "I just know you're going to meet someone and never want to come back! You're going be just like everyone else and forget about this shit hole town and me."

But he took her in his arms and assured her that he would return to take her away with him. When he did leave her, she honestly thought she would never see him again. She felt hopeless that day. She couldn't even join the Army herself, a childhood injury to one ear had left her with a hearing loss and made sure that would never happen. So there she was, stuck in that awful little town, facing whatever nowhere low-paying job she could find to survive on.

Of course, the first thing the Army did was ship him out and, as fate would have it, for most of the seven years since his enlistment, other than on the occasional leave, he was stationed too far away from Becky to see her. 

After Basic Training, he had taken his A.I.T., Advanced Individual Training or job training in the civilian world, at Aberdeen Proving Grounds Maryland for eighteen months and then was stationed at Fort Ord, California for six months. That was followed by three years in at Fort Benning Georgia, then three years in Germany, and then a year in Korea. Until finally, after spending the last year in Korea, Ethan had been shipped stateside to Fort Benning where he was to spend the last six months of his eight-year military career.

Ethan loved her so much and had spent too much time away from her. 

His enlistment was almost up and so, the first thing he did when he hit stateside was to take his leave. Ethan drove back to Magnolia so he could ask Becky to marry him. 

During the trip he ran over and over in his mind how he would propose to her only to forget everything. Instead, he simply asked her as soon as she opened the door. 

She accepted without reservation and the two of them decided to go out for the night and celebrate. 

After Becky went inside and retrieved her purse, the couple began walking to the street where Ethan's car was parked. Just as they were about to get into it, Jimmy and his two brothers, Sammy and Bert, the town's resident bullies, pulled up in an old beat-up black pickup. 

They were such troublemakers that some of the local town's folk had not so affectionately started calling them the "Red Tornados", partly because of the red hair they all had but mostly because everywhere they seemed to go violence and disaster followed them.

Jimmy jumped out of the back of the pickup truck, staggered a bit, recovered his balance and then held the beer can he was holding upside down above him as he gulped down its contents. When the can was empty, he summarily threw the beer can directly at Ethan in a sign of utter contempt. All the while yelling at Becky, the enraged redhead started walking around the car until he stood in front of her. 

From the way he was acting, it was plain to see that the man was drunk which made him all the more dangerous. 

Ethan and Becky both knew this and Ethan could see the fear on her face. There had long been a rumor running around town about how Jimmy treated women. As the rumor went, Jimmy had gotten drunk one night after he picked up one of the local girls. Supposedly he had beaten and raped the girl. While he denied the rumor vehemently and would beat senselessly anyone he heard repeating it, it didn't help his case when she showed up three days later at school with several bruises all over her face and arms. Nor did it help when she showed up pregnant three months later and then suddenly disappeared. 

Another version of the sordid story added that the girl had been given an undisclosed some of money by Doc Harris and then "escorted" out of town by the local sheriff.

"I told you not to see him any more. You're my girl now!" Jimmy yelled at Becky in a slurred voice that usually comes after several hours of consuming too much alcohol.

Calmly she replied, "You're drunk Jimmy. Go home and sleep it off. Maybe when you wake up in the morning you'll remember that we only went out once." 

She hadn't known about his reputation back then so Becky had dated him. Now she regretted it though, for every time he drank, Jimmy would come track her down and harass her as he attempted to assert his ownership over her.

But this time he was in rare form, Becky guessed he must have been set off when he heard that Ethan was back in town.

Unfortunately, Jimmy's blood alcohol level was far too high for his brain to be functioning much higher than that of a rabid dog and he was enraged beyond belief. The inebriated man reached wildly for her blouse. It was obvious that he intended to tear it off, her leaving her exposed for all to see. "What are you doing with him? Didn't I tell you that you're mine?" 

All the while, Ethan was protesting loudly as he struggled to free himself so he could help Becky.

"Jimmy, I've told you before that this cave man attitude of yours doesn't work with me. I can see anyone I want. Now go on home! I'm not going to argue with you any more." She told him flatly and started to get into the car.

Jimmy grabbed her and when he missed her blouse, the drunken man reached for her arm as he yelled once more. "Since you want to act like a slut, why don't you show us all what a whore you really are and do me right here?"

Becky slapped Jimmy hard on the left side of his face and pulled her arm away from him. 

From the force Becky's hand had impacted his face, there could be no doubt that he would have a large red welt the next morning.

That's when Jimmy yelled at her "Stupid bitch! No body hits me! Nobody!" and took out the switchblade from his pants pocket and pressed the stud that exposed the knife's deadly blade. He was well beyond reasoning now and just seemed to be ignoring her as he thrust the knife in her direction. Luckily, the drunken man missed her midsection by a mere fraction of an inch, mostly because she jumped back just at the last second before impact.

Ethan knew that Jimmy was going to try again; he had seen a few of his Army buddies get this drunk before and also knew that when they were in that condition, there was no reasoning with them. He feared for Becky's life but with Sammy and Bert holding him Ethan couldn't get to her. Ethan also knew that if he didn't do something fast Jimmy was going to kill her. 

Seeing what looked like a .38 revolver protruding from the right side pocket of Sammy's blue-jean jacket, Ethan tried in vain to free his left arm free from Sammy's grasp. 

Cursing the two men, Ethan began struggling violently with the two brothers but they held him tightly. In desperation, he stomped down hard with the heal of his left boot onto the instep of Sammy's right foot causing the man to wince in pain and momentarily loosen his grip. It was all Ethan needed and he suddenly broke his left arm free long enough to grab the pistol. 

Before either of the two men holding him could react, Ethan snapped off a single shot just as Jimmy lunged as he made another attempt to cut Becky with the knife for the second time. 

Jimmy grimaced for a second and then dropped the knife, which slid in the direction of Ethan's car and disappeared. Blood began pulsing from a dark spot in the center of his chest all over the Budweiser tee-shirt he was wearing. Jimmy fell to his knees and continued his downward decent face first to the ground and lay there motionless.

He lay there with his life's blood pouring onto the ground, creeping ever so slowly around him until it found its way up to his face and hair.

The two brothers ran to aid their fallen sibling but it was too late, Jimmy was already beyond help. Later, the coroner's examination would reveal that the mortal wound had entered the man's chest on the right side, penetrated his right lung, continued through his heart and then entered his left lung killing him almost instantly.

While Ethan had been trained by the Army how to kill, they had never showed him what it would actually look like. The reality is that all the training in the world doesn't prepare anyone how to live with it afterwards. He just stood there stunned, unable to move as a sickening feeling grew in the pit of his stomach.

Someone inside one of the nearby dwellings must have heard the gunshot because, just then people began coming outside into the street to see what had happened. There was the loud sound of a shotgun being fired followed by a hissing sound as the front left tire of Ethan's car suddenly went flat. That was followed by the noise created by several doors being slammed shut as people hastily sought the safety of there abodes.

"Drop it Ethan!" came a loud commanding voice from somewhere behind him. Ethan recognized the voice as that of, Johnny Wilkins, the county's deputy sheriff and cousin of the three brothers. 

The lawman had been on patrol in the neighborhood at the time, heard the shot a few blocks away and pulled his squad car up at the end of the block unnoticed in all the commotion.

Ethan looked over in the direction the voice had come from to see Johnny standing there holding a double-barreled shotgun now pointed directly at his midsection. 

Johnny Wilkins was about twenty two years old and it was common knowledge that he had gotten the job when he helped the Sheriff break up a bar fight that had broken out between some of the local boys and a small gang of bikers. 

Since there was an opening at the time for a deputy, it probably didn't hurt any that the sheriff just happened to be his uncle on his mother's side either. 

Despite the deputy's youth, if the sheriff ever sent Johnny calling, nobody with any sense gave him trouble. Unless that is, they wanted a broken jaw to remind them while they were in the local jail of how stupid they had been.




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When Ethan saw the lawman's finger was on the trigger of the shotgun, he knew from the deadly serious look on the man's face the deputy wouldn't hesitate to pull it. Without saying a word, Ethan dropped the weapon to the ground and slowly raised his hands, palms outward, so that Johnny could see that both hands were empty.

Probably given courage by the presence of the lawman, a few brave souls had decided to step outside once more and see what was going on.

"Has anyone called 911 yet?" Johnny yelled in the direction of the crowd forming behind him. 

An unidentified voice called back, "Tim has, they said they'll be here three minutes."

"How's he doing Sammy?" The deputy asked his cousin.

Sammy, who was kneeling over his dead brother's body, looked up and cried out, "He's dead Johnny! That son-of-a-bitch killed him!"

"Call Mattie!" Ordered the deputy. Everybody in the county knew that Mattie was the Sheriff's wife. Then added, "Tell her to wake Uncle Jack and tell him to get his ass over here right now and then tell Doc Harris to get over to his office." 

Just then, Sammy stood up and started walking in the direction of the pistol. There was a murderous look in his eyes and his face was crimson with rage.

Ethan suddenly got very nervous. Even though he and Johnny had been friends most of their lives, the deputy, dead man, and the dead man's brothers were all cousins so he didn't know how things were going to play out. He didn't have to wait long to find out.

"Sammy, cousin or not, if you pick up that gun I'll shoot you down where you stand!" Came the voice of the deputy. That was followed by the clicking sound of one of the hammers on the shotgun being pulled back.

Bert began rising to his feet, as he did, he said to his cousin. "You've only got one barrel left Johnny and there's two of us! You can't get us both!" 

"You're right about that. And with you being related, I might even miss you. But I'll bet that Ethan will make it to that gun on the ground there before you can get to me. And since we already know he can shoot straight, I'm betting you two won't live to see tomorrow. You sure you want to take that chance?" Replied the lawman.

Shocked expressions on their faces, his two cousins looked at him for several seconds. Then Sammy said to him, "You wouldn't let that killer have a gun after he just shot down Jimmy, would you?"

"Well now, to tell you the truth. I trust Ethan a whole lot more than I do you boys! So yeah, I reckon I would!" Answered the deputy dispassionately.

They both knew their cousin didn't like them and they also knew he meant what he said. The two cousins decided to back off rather than face two armed men. 

They were aware that the deputy was the only one that knew the full story about what happened the night Jimmy raped that young girl and he also knew that Jimmy wasn't the only one involved in it! No, there was no love lost between the three men at all.

Squealing wheels as it came to a halt, the sheriff's car pulled up. All four wheels had barely come to a compete halt when the driver's side door swung suddenly open and a man about six feet three inches tall got out of the car. 

In less than one second he surveyed the situation, drew his pistol and aimed it in the direction his deputy's shotgun was pointing. 

The sheriff was a big man, weighing about 345 pounds with large shoulders and a massive chest. He had just a touch of a potbelly but you could plainly see he was every bit muscle everywhere else. His wasn't by any means a handsome man, with his pitted face and large bushy eyebrows. In fact, he was down right odd looking, mostly due to the fact that in wore one of those old handle bar mustaches you usually only see in old westerns. From the look of his clothes, you could tell he had dressed hastily for he was wearing the blue jeans, a white tee-shirt, with his badge pined to hit, no socks and of all things brown Scooby-Doo slippers! On his head was a tan Stetson rancher style cowboy hat and, of course, his gun belt. But, as funny as he looked, nobody was laughing. 

In an extremely deep voice, the man called out. "Everyone that did not see the what happened go home and stay there." Then he turned and said to his deputy, "You call the Doc yet Johnny?"

"On his way!" Answered Johnny replied.

The big man began walking over slowly as people started drifting back into their homes. "What happened here?"

"Don't know sheriff. I haven't had a chance to ask yet. I've been busy trying to keep these two dumb-asses from getting themselves shot." The younger lawman said to his elder as he motioned towards the two surviving brothers with the barrel of his shotgun.

Just then, Sammy spoke up, "He killed him Uncle Jack!" Shot him down like a dog. He didn't have no cause!"

"You're damned liar Sammy Oglethorpe! You know full well Jimmy was trying to kill me when Ethan shot him!" Yelled Becky.

The sheriff looked over at Bert and said, "Is that true?"

Bert looked glanced at his brother for a second, hesitated another second, then replied, "Nope Uncle Jack! She's lying. Jimmy didn't have no knife. He was just telling her how pretty she looked when she got all 'bitchy' and slapped him. Then Ethan took out a gun and shot Jimmy dead! Jimmy didn't even lay so much as a hand on her."

"Their both lying sheriff! Jimmy was drunk and tried to rip my blouse. That's when I slapped him in the face. Then he pulled out a knife and tried to stab me but missed. Ethan shot Jimmy when he tried to do it again!" Becky retorted.

The sheriff turned to his deputy and said, "We'll just have to sort this out at the station. Cuff him and put him in the back seat of my car," he motioned towards Ethan, "and then put her in the front seat." Then he turned to the two brothers and said, "You two boys can wait here while I go see if anybody else saw anything."

When the crowd dissipated, Ethan said to his friend, "Listen Johnny, I'm not lying. Jimmy attacked her with a knife. He dropped it when I shot him and it went under the car. Just look for it!"

If there had been any other witnesses, they didn't want to get involved for when the sheriff turned around everyone else had gone home.

"Hold on Uncle Jack, it'll just take a second for me to look under the car." The deputy said to his boss. Then he walked over and handed his shotgun to the sheriff and went back to his squad car. He retrieved a flashlight from the front seat. The young lawman then walked back to the side of the Ethan's car and knelt down. He looked under the car for several seconds, moving his flashlight from side to side as he looked intently for the fallen knife.

He stood up and said sternly, "There's no knife under here Ethan!"

As Ethan stood there in shock, the deputy walked over to him and said, "Ethan Barns, you're under arrest for the murder of Jimmy Oglethorpe."

Two minutes later, Ethan found himself handcuffed and sitting in the back of the Sheriff's patrol car. Becky was sitting in the front seat. There was the distinct odor of vomit and cheap wine mixed with a very heavy amount of some type of disinfectant he couldn't identify in the air inside the car. 

With nothing else to do, the couple watched out the windows and waited for the sheriff to return. It was just about that time an ambulance showed up to be followed by a old gray ford sedan left over from the 1950's. The sedan was being driven by the town's doctor and coroner, 'Doc Harris'. The doctor was tiny, skinny old man with round glass. He must have be at least seventy-two years old and Ethan thought to himself that the man looked to him like a taller, skinner version of the actor Henry Fonda. 

Most men would have retired at his age, but no, he just kept working. After all, how else could he keep control over the town and his investments? There was one other distinction he had; he was the grandfather of the deceased! As he sat there, Ethan realized that events had just spiraled out of control and an impending feeling of dread came suddenly over him.

Chapter Two -- "The Town"

Magnolia back then was a tiny, insignificant, depressing town that was at least a hundred miles away from every major city in Georgia. It was well known by anyone who visited Magnolia that the town was so dreary that it seemed to have a numbing effect on all hapless travelers that were misfortunate enough to enter its influence. 

Most people that either visited the place or were former inhabitants lucky enough to escape said that after a while, the town would slowly lull them into a state of melancholy which grew stronger the longer they were there. 

All this, of course, made the second leading cause of death amongst town's folk suicide, a close second only to alcoholism! It was so bad that people from the neighboring towns used to laugh every time they were asked for directions to the place saying, "Magnolia? It's a few more miles down the road a spell. Just look for the sign that say's Hell and then keep going south a bit. You can't miss it!" 

That was part of the problem with Magnolia; it was so insignificant that you couldn't even find it on a map. And if you did, it was probably an oversight of the mapmaker, for had he ever been to the place, he wouldn't have wanted to remember it let alone tell anyone where it was! 

Downtown Magnolia itself consisted of a town square and four large streets. Each street ran in some way parallel to the square and if there was a business in town, it could be found somewhere on one of those streets. Every street in the downtown area was lined with massive magnolia trees for which the town had been given its name over two hundred years ago by its founder, Jeremiah Harris, old Doc Harris's great grand father.

At the center of the square was city hall, a building that from the looks of it must have been constructed some time just after the Civil War, or as some of the older townsfolk called it, "The Great War Of Northern Aggression", and next to that was the County Courthouse.

Every major building from the town hall to the post office looked like something out of a 'B' version of Gone With The Wind, old, cheap, and badly maintained!

There was one general store, one drug store, one doctor's office, one auto parts store, the local finance company, and one feed store, all of which were owned by Joshua 'Doc' Harris or one or more of the members of his family. 

Without a doubt Doc Harris was the wealthiest man in town for he also owned not only the town's one grocery store, but also the drug store and the town's only farm supply-general-hardware store. Hell, he even had half ownership in the town's only restaurant, the other half being owned by his brother.

But even though his family owned just about everything, there had been times when it looked as if he was in danger of loosing control over it.

About a year before, some of the locals had quite vocally started complaining to the town council about their inability to attract new business to the dying little community.

Everyone was surprised when he showed up one day at and demanded the council reform and become more active in trying to attract new business to "our poor economically depressed, but quite beautiful little community" as he so eloquently put it.

Two weeks later, his economic monopoly on the county appeared to be broken when out of town investors built not only a new convenience store but also a new drug store. The voices of the dissenters died down and finally disappeared. 

Had anyone ever bothered to check into it, they would have easily discovered that the same corporation owned both franchises; and, that the head of that corporation was of all people, Doc Harris. 

Before then, there had been only one gas station and one grocery store in the county. 

At the time, the only business he had never been able to acquire in the past was the town's one and only gas station. He had not only not given up his monopoly but, the sly old bastard had made it stronger by building the convenience store. And so, in the end, "Doc's" ability to undercut the man's price per gallon on fuel, would lead to the eventual closure of the small family run business.

What only a very select few people knew was, Doc had been using his influence with his brother the Mayor, and the town council to make sure that no potential outside investor ever walked away with anything remotely resembling a favorable impression regarding the profit potential of the county. 

In fact, until the malcontents started complaining, the old doctor had found it very easy to maintain his monopolistic control over the county, probably due to the fact that most of the council members were either his nieces, or nephews or in some way related to him by marriage. 

The town and most of the county were totally dependent on 'Doc' and his family for just about everything from the food they ate to the mortgage on their homes. 

And the rural community around Magnolia didn't fair much better. The small farmer with fifty acres of land just couldn't afford the large machines and supplies like peanut diggers, hand shellers, cotton carts, poultry house cleaners, employee salaries, fertilizer, and insect spray any more. He just didn't have enough acreage to make it profitable. 

Many small land owners rented out what farmable land they had to the larger land owners and would take jobs at the local poultry processing plants or accept whatever work they could find.

While the state of Georgia might rank first in production of frying chickens, peanuts and pecans, and second in the production of cotton and rye, farming is an expensive business. It just wasn't profitable to plant a crop and have it bring in $1100 an acre at market when you spent half that to get it there, assuming you didn't loose most of it to drought, unseasonable rains, unpredictable freezes or worse. 

No, the days of the small farmer were gone, having long ago been replaced by the professional businessman.

But times were changing and the old doctor was finding it harder to rule in the same iron handed manner that he used to and he was finding it increasingly difficult to keep outsiders from threatening his tiny little empire.

To sum it up, Magnolia was a decaying little town being run by a corrupt old man and his family of fellow vultures, all looking for any opportunity to pick it clean to the bone of anything of value.

 Chapter Three -- "The Pistol"

It was early in the morning the day after the shooting. Sammy and his brother were knocking at the front door of the trailer belonging to James Rollins. James lived in a broken down old trailer that looked like it was built in the 1950's. 

The trailer was located at the very end of a two-mile long dirt road in the back woods areas of the county laughingly called Route Three. The only sign of civilization, other than the tiny mobile home that is, were the power and phone lines running along side the road.

As they got out of their pickup truck, they were greeted by the annoying sound of mockingbirds screeching in the background and the sweet smell of honeysuckle growing in the nearby woods.

James's girlfriend, Cindy Benson, opened the door, still yawning as she pulled a rather flimsy house robe shut around her body, just not fast enough to keep the two brothers from catching a quick glimpse of her luscious young body.

Cindy was the hottest girl in town and had a reputation for being the its easiest lay. She would sleep with anyone that showed up with a couple six packs of beer or some weed and had probably slept with half the males in the county. If the truth were known, she was personally responsible for taking the virginity of most of the boys and men between the ages of fourteen and twenty-five. 

In a town that small, there was no hiding a reputation like that and James knew all about her abundant sex drive. He just ignored it. Partly because she was the only girl in town that would put out to him, but mostly because she also just happened to be the sheriff's daughter! And, when you're the local bootlegger, didn't hurt at all to have advance warning before 'John Law' came calling at your door!

She just stood there, not paying too much attention to how much of her ample bosoms her two cousins could see. 

She was about five foot four inches tall, had natural blond, wavy hair that flowed almost to her waist, blue eyes, large breasts for a woman her size and very sexy pouty lips.

The two brothers smiled at her lecherously. 

"Morning Cindy!" Said Sammy. His brother was still staring speechlessly at his cousin's tits. 

"What the fuck do you two pecker-heads want this hour of the morning that couldn't wait until later?" She asked, as she stood halfway in the open door.

Sammy replied to her, "I need to talk to James. Wake his fat ass up and tell him to get out here."

The young girl disappeared for about a minute, then came back and said, "He said to tell you it better be good or the next time you want some booze you're gonna have to drive all the way over to Newnan to get it." This was an especially hideous threat as Newnan was at least two hundred miles away!

The two brothers didn't respond. Sammy simply ignored her comment and Bert was still staring at her tits. The girl then she added in a softer voice, "Morning Bert, how's Tracie treating you?" Tracie was Bert's girlfriend.

Seemingly entranced, Bert remained mute.

Cindy giggled and said in a slightly louder voice, "Hey Bert, want some milk?"

"What?" She had caught him off guard. He tried to recover and forced himself to stop staring at her magnificent tits, "She don't talk to me no more ever since she found my girly magazines. She got mad and told me she out to be enough woman for me."

Cindy ignored her other cousin and said seductively to Bert as she ran the fingertips of her right hand slowly down the outer collar of her housecoat as though she were reacting to the chill of the morning breeze. The movement revealed even more of her bosom for them to see before pulling it tightly around her, "That's no way to be. I look at them myself. They got some real interesting pictures in them. I wouldn't mind if you looked at them magazines if you was my man." 

Cindy had been after Bert since she was in the sixth grade. Despite his obvious attraction to her, he had never given in to her blatant sexual advances.

"Yeah," he replied to her, "and your daddy would cut my balls off and feed them to the chickens down at the hatchery too if he even thought I was so much as looking at you!"

As she purposely let her gown slip open just enough to show off a little more bosom, Cindy said to Bert, "What daddy don't know won't hurt him!" 

"Thanks Cindy," Bert said thoughtfully, "But I'm kind'a attached to my balls. I think I'll keep 'em a little longer. Your Pa can find something else to feed to his chickens!"

Her father, the sheriff, also owned the local chicken hatchery and the hatchery happened to be one of the two largest employers in the county, the other being the local cabinet shop. Just about everyone who wasn't farming, either worked at the hatchery or the cabinet shop. And a few that did farm, also worked at one of the two places just to supplement their meager incomes.

Disappointment in her voice, she glanced over her shoulder and then said, "James is coming. Don't forget what I said Bert." And then she hastily stepped back out of the doorway. When she was out of the way, her current fuck-buddy, James Wilkins, stepped into the doorway. As he did, Bert and Sammy saw Cindy walking down the hall to the back of the trailer. A few minutes later, they heard the sound of a TV blaring away.

James was a chubby man and stood there barefoot dressed only in a dirty sleeveless tee-shirt and blue jeans. There was a brown mustache on his face that and the 'peach fuzz' of a beard that he had been trying to grow ever since he was in the fifth grade. His tee-shirt didn't quite cover his hairy belly and there were several small holes of various sizes in it. The blue jeans he was wearing had rolled up pants legs that having never been hymned were frayed at the bottom and there was a large grease stain on each knee.




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"What's so damn important that it couldn't wait until after noon?" Asked the chubby man as he squinted and raised his left hand to block the early morning sunlight that was shining directly in his eyes.

Stepping between the sunlight and James, Sammy said to the man, "I need to talk to you about the gun," Then he added, 'in private!"

"Hey, I told you, I didn't know nothing about it! I bought it from an old wino that was looking for beer money. That's why it was so cheap. So, if it's broken, don't come lookin' to me for no refund. I ain't got your money no more!" Sammy suspected the chubby man was lying but let it pass. 

When James started to close their door in the two brothers faces, Sammy stuck his right foot in the door so the James couldn't close it, "Unless you want to go to jail, you better let me in! Jimmy's dead! "

As the unshaven man looked at the two brothers hesitantly, Sammy said to him reassuringly, "Don't worry none, were not here to hurt you or nothin'. Besides, if we was, we aint stupid enough to do it with Cindy around! Now let us in so we can talk."

James opened the door the rest of the way and let the two brothers enter.

For the next five minutes, Sammy told him about the events of the night before.

James looked at him and asked, "What do you want with me? I'm right sorry Jimmy's dead, but it aint my fault!"

"Well," Sammy began, "If you want to stay out of jail you better tell everyone the gun was stolen."

With a look of confusion, James said indignantly, "I didn't do nothin' wrong, why should I do that?"

"Because if you don't, Bert and I are going to tell everyone that you told us you traded it to Ethan for some beer and that your were going to sell the beer up at the high school parking lot after the football game Friday night." Sammy told him flatly.

The bootlegger looked from one brother to the other angrily.

"It was stolen the night of the killing! You understand? You didn't sell it to me. You left it in the glove compartment of your pick up truck that afternoon the way you usually do and you noticed that it was missing the next day." Sammy elaborated.

The nervousness showing in his voice, James Wilkins said, "But what do I say when they ask me why I kept it there?"

"Just tell them that you always kept in the glove compartment incase you came across an injured animal. Everybody knows that deer a getting hit all the time around here crossing the highways." Replied Sammy.

James looked at him questioningly, "But they're going to ask me why I didn't report it!"

"If anyone says anything, you didn't get a chance to report it because you didn't notice it until the next day when you went to get it so you could shoot up some old ammo you had laying around." Sammy answered.

James was trapped and he knew it. If the two brothers went public about his bootlegging operation, he would be up on both federal and state charges. Hell, the D.A. would probably add 'Contributing To The Delinquency Of A Minor" just for good measure. If that happened, the next piece of ass he saw would probably be "Bubba" trying to rape him in prison!

With no other choice, he nodded his head in agreement.

As the two brothers were walking back to their pickup truck, Bert turned to Sandy and asked curiously, "I know Cindy don't got no high standards. But, what you figure she sees in him?"

"Besides the free booze?" Sammy inquired as they both climbed into the pickup truck.

"Yeah." Replied Bert.

"Remember when we was showering after gym class?" Sammy asked.

After he closed his door, Bert thought about it for a minute. Then it dawned on him. James Wilkins might be seventy pounds overweight and sleazy looking as hell, but he was also hung like a horse! 

As the pickup peeled off down the dirt road with the sound of a Hank Williams Jr. song blaring loudly from the radio, Bert though to himself, 'Too bad her daddy's the sheriff. Cousin or not, I wouldn't mind tapping some of that a few times.' 

 Chapter Four -- "The Conspiracy"

Two months later, Ethan's case was about to come to trial. He had spent the entire time in the county jail. 

He had no confidence in the public defender assigned to him and almost hit the man when the shyster suggested that Ethan accept the plea bargain offered by the state. 

It was a shitty deal. The man wanted him to plead guilty to second-degree murder and with it a sentence of twenty years to life. Ethan told his lawyer that he was innocent, and to tell the D.A. to take his plea deal and shove it up his ass!

At the very same time Ethan was sitting alone in his cell wondering what would happen to him, Ethan's friend Johnny was getting out of his squad car. The young lawman had been sent by the sheriff to get lunch from the town's only restaurant. 

The restaurant was a small whole in the wall place that specialized in fish that was so fresh you actually picked it live from one of the restaurant's large tanks before they cooked it the way you wanted.

With the D.A. and sheriff inside waiting for him, rather than taking the time to put the car keys in his pocket, Johnny hurriedly sat them on top of the food containers and got out of the car. When he was out, he picked up the containers sending the keys sliding towards the ground. They bounced off the toe of his left foot and slid under the squad car.

He bent down to pick up the keys but found they were to far under the car to reach them and had to lie on his back just to get at them. 

Once he was on the ground, he noticed something lying about thirty feet away under Ethan's car. Left on the street, it had been towed and was parked in the impound lot on the other side of the chain-link fence near where the police curiser was parked.

Even from that distance Johnny could tell that the shinny object glimmering under the vehicle was a knife!

After setting down the food, he picked up his keys and got and evidence bag from his squad car. Johnny unlocked the gate leading to the impound lot, carefully retrieved the knife and placed it inside the bag. Then marked the bag as evidence and went back to his car to get the food.

"Well how did it get there?" Asked Simon Randal, the town's prosecutor. They were all in the sheriff's office talking about the knife while their lunches sat on the desk getting cold.

Johnny looked at him and said, "Hell, I don't know! I guess it must have bounced off the ground and got stuck in the undercarriage of Ethan's car somehow. It probably fell loose when the car was being lowered to the ground by the tow-truck."

"This changes everything! That knife supports the story Ethan and Becky told. It also means that your two cousins perjured themselves on the stand. I have no choice but to notify the defense of this evidence. I might as well dismiss the charges now." Yelled the now red-faced prosecutor. His temper was renowned and he didn't like to loose. 

Johnny said to the sheriff, "Somebody better tell Doc before he hears about it. You bet he's going to be pissed!" 

"Don't look at me! I'm not going to be the one to tell him. He's already pissed at me because I wouldn't let Sammy and Bert go into Ethan's cell and work him over!" Exclaimed the sheriff.

Randal spoke up just then and said, "Fine then, get him on the speakerphone and well all do it!"

A few minutes later after the three of them had explained what had transpired, the old doctor screamed into the phone, "I don't give a damn! I want his ass dead! He killed one of us. I don't care how it happened. Do you understand? Make it happen! Loose the knife if you have to. But make it happen!"

"But we can't!" said the attorney into the speakerphone. "He's innocent. Besides, if it ever got out that I withheld evidence from the defense, I'd be disbarred."

The old man bellowed back, "Listen to me Randal, you want to be governor some day don't you? How do you think you are going to get there without my help? If you don't do this, I'll ruin you! When I'm done with you, you won't be able to be elected dogcatcher! Am I making myself clear!"

Just then Johnny spoke up, "Well count me out! He's my friend and I'm not going to see him die for something he didn't do!"

There was a long silence and the two men in the room looked at the deputy in shock for nobody challenged Doc.

"Didn't your wife just have a child? How are you going to feed them when Jack fires you? And where are you all going to live when I have him show up the next day and evict you from that brand new house of yours? Have you forgotten boy who's paying for it?" Came the voice of the old man from the phone.

"Go ahead you old bastard, but I still won't let him die!" Replied the young lawman, rage in his voice.

There was a much longer silence this time. Finally the doctor's voice was heard once more from the phone, "Suppose I had Randal take the death penalty off the table and guaranteed you Jack's job when he retires? Would that ease your guilty conscience boy and give you some piece of mind? Before you answer that, think about this… whether you go along with this or not, I promise you that knife will never see the light of day. You can either keep your job or you can be unemployed and homeless! Is it really worth it?"

Now it was Johnny's turn to be silent. The two men in the room were looking at him expectedly. "Alright, but I want something in return. I want a clear title to my house. I don't want you hanging this over my head in the future."

The old man agreed.

From that day on, unless it was part of his work, Johnny never talked to his Uncle, grandfather or Randal again. What respect he had for them he completely lost along with most of the respect he had for himself. It was also the beginning of a lifetime of sleepless nights!

With the knife missing and the two brothers testifying that Ethan had shot Jimmy in cold blood, poor Ethan didn't stand a chance when he went to trial.

The jury came back with a guilty verdict in less than twenty minutes. To make matters worse, with no one except Becky to testify on his behalf, the judge was prepared to sentence him on the spot. He through the book at Ethan and gave him twenty years to life.

Upon his conviction, the Army discharged him ending his military career. His DD-214, discharge form, had indicated that he was Unfit For Military Service. As far as Ethan was concerned, at twenty-five years of age, his life was over.

Chapter Five -- "The Woman"

But Becky Daily didn't give up on him. 

At first, she remained in the tiny little town of Magnolia. But it became quickly apparent to her that she would never make a decent living there. Even if she did, it wouldn't be enough to provide her the financial resources to both survive and mount a successful fight to see Ethan go free. 

After the trial, Becky had started saying quite publicly that it sure did seem odd how the only piece of evidence that would have backed up Ethan's story mysteriously disappeared.

She must have said it in front of the wrong person, because that Friday she was called into her boss's office in the middle of her shift. He told her that she was being laid off from her job at the hatchery. 

Doc had told the man that she was developing carpal tunnel syndrome and her days were numbered. When she pointed out to her supervisor that she hadn't even been to see the physician! His reply was, "Sorry Becky, but if Doc says you don't work, you don't work!" As she was leaving, when she got to her car, she found that all four tires had been cut! It became obvious to her that someone was trying to run her off.

Two years before when her mother died, Becky had inherited what could laughably be referred to as 'the family farm'. It wasn't a real farm any more, only about fifty acres of land, and only about a third of that was cleared and fit for farming, the rest being wooded. But it was just too small to produce enough crops for anyone to live on any more and she realized it was time for her to leave Magnolia.

Becky thought about where she would go and there seemed only one logical choice, Columbus Georgia. 

There she might find better employment with which to finance her fight for Ethan's freedom. It was the largest city in the state of Georgia by area, if not by population, and was located near one of the country's largest military bases, Fort Benning. It certainly didn't escape her mind that the move to Columbus provided the added bonus of putting her closer to Ethan as the state prison was conveniently located just at the edge of town.

She had a cousin, Joni, living in there who was working as a secretary for one of the local real estate brokers. Her cousin had had the good sense to get out of Magnolia two years earlier. Becky was pretty sure that Joni would put her up for a couple of weeks.

So Becky called her, just to make sure she would and then, sold what wood there was on the land to Georgia Wood and Logging for $10,000. A week later, after the company had cleared the land of all its timber, she sold it to one of the local farmers for about $700 an acre. She went out of her way to choose one of the few men who openly despised the Doc because she knew the farmer would never let the old bastard buy the land from him.

With her few meager belongings loaded in her car, she headed off to Columbus, stopping only in town long enough to fill her gas tank for the long trip. The store had a policy of prepaying and when Becky went inside to give the cashier twenty dollars, she realized that she had been in such a hurry she had left her purse in the car. As she walked back to her car, she discovered that all four of her tires had been cut once again.

Furious, she left the car where it was sitting and walked to "Doc's" office at the other end of town. When she got there she walked right past the receptionist, and began looking around until she found him in an examination room with the Mayor's wife. From the looks of it, she must have caught him in the middle of giving the woman a pap smear.

When he heard the door open, he turned around to look at her. With sweat dripping from her, she said, "Look you old bastard, I'm trying to leave this fucking town. If you want me to leave, tell your boys to stop slicing my tires!" Then on inspiration, she glanced over at the woman and said, "Otherwise, I'm going to tell everyone you were giving her more than a pap smear!" Without waiting for a response, she turned around and stomped out leaving the old man sitting there with his jaw wide open."

When she got back to her car, it was to find that there was a note stuck with something stapled to it under the left windshield wiper. There were four brand new tires on her car. Shocked, she picked up the note and read it, "Don't come back! Doc". She looked at the paper stapled to the note, it was a receipt for four tires, one tank of gas, one oil change and a new fuel filter, all paid in full!

As she pulled off onto the state highway, a road with a name that only those poor unfortunate souls who were misfortunate to live in Magnolia ever seemed to remember, Becky thought to herself, "This town hasn't seen the last of me you old fool!"

 Chapter Six -- "The City"

The almost two hour drive to Columbus gave Becky time to cool off and it occurred to her, as she passed an especially pretty grove of Magnolia trees, that she was going to miss living in the small rural town. No, she wouldn't miss the people. With her mother dead and gone, she didn't care if she ever saw anyone from the town of Magnolia again. What Becky was going to miss was the landscape. 

She decided to enjoy the drive to Columbus, realizing that it would probably be the last time she would get to see in one place so much of the beauty that nature had to offer. Becky allowed her mind to think back of the pleasanter things she had seen, like how old man Nelson's peach trees looked when they were in full bloom. 

Becky remembered fondly how much the old man and his wife must have love those trees to get up at five o'clock on mornings when there was frost on the grounds just to make sure that heaters in their front yard were lit so the trees stayed warm. The old couple only had hand-full of them; and, the trees certainly did not produce enough to make a profit. Nonetheless, every day for six months, the couple would tend them as if they were children in need of care. Becky believed they loved the trees very much. Perhaps the trees even returned their love by giving their caretakers the largest, sweetest, most beautiful peaches she had ever seen.

Despite herself, it occurred to her that she would even miss crying sound of those awful little birds that would wake her from their tree branch perches in the woods outside her bedroom window every morning. For months she had tried running the little buggers off without success until finally one day, she realized that she gotten used to them. 

Why is it when you are enjoying something it seems to go by fast, Becky wondered? Have I driven that far? She had just started enjoying the drive and was already passing a sign reading "Columbus City Limits".

The city of Columbus Georgia is located almost dead center of the state's western border. On the other side of that border lies the small town of Phenix City Alabama and together they form the Bi-City area. You would think that two municipalities so close together would be virtual mirror images of each other but nothing could be farther from the truth. The town of Phoenix City was small and economically depressed while Columbus was large and very prosperous.

In some ways Columbus was very similar to Magnolia. Just a lot less of those similarities were visible. But, most of those similarities were geographical. For example, both municipalities had magnolia trees, but then, it's hard to find a place in the state of Georgia that doesn't have magnolia trees. And of course, as did Magnolia, Columbus also had an abundance of the red clay and pine trees. The big difference between the two cities was not geographical. It was, that in Columbus, the corruption was hidden far better to the point you could actually live with it!

She was lucky enough to find a loft apartment for about two-hundred dollars a month in the area of the business district of Columbus known as Uptown. For most of the city's existence, the locals used to refer to it as 'Downtown' until someone advised them to rename it to the more politically correct, upbeat Uptown. Then again, because of the numerous fountains running along Broadway, Columbus used to be a known as the 'Fountain City' until a developer tore them all out the last time the business district was remodeled.

The apartment, conveniently located directly across from the Federal Courthouse / Post Office, was actually the entire 2nd floor of a two story building. The bottom floor of the building was occupied by a small sandwich shop and was probably the only one of its kind in the business district. It had three massive glass windows that were about six feet wide and eight feet tall, ten feet high ceilings and was almost 1800 square feet in size. Except for a bathroom, it was all one really large room. As it was just two blocks away from the Government Center with its massive law library it was perfect for her.

Becky's first order of business after finding a place to stay was to enroll in the nursing program at the local technical college, Columbus State Technical College. 

She had neither the time nor financial resources for college and then law school. So she enrolled in the schools nursing program.

Becky had always been interested in nursing and there was the added bonus of the fact that there was a shortage of nurses, which meant that it would pay well. 

Becky was aware that if she were to have the enough free time to devote to Ethan's appeal, she could not take a job working for one of the local hospitals. So, when she graduated and became an LPN, she accepted a job working for a local family practice physician. In her spare time, she started studying law and became quite an astute paralegal.




Matchmaker's Folly



 This story is a collaboration between my editor, Ray, and I. The concept was my idea, but I stopped writing the story halfway for some reasons. Ray didn't want to see it incomplete, so he finished writing it. This is the last story I'll ever post. Thank you to all the people who've sent me such encouraging emails about my work.

Chapter 1. A Fallen Angel.

"He's really angry you know," Hera informed Giselle. "You really messed up this time."

"I know," Giselle said miserably. "But they loved each other and, well..." 

Before Hera could say anything, the bell hanging over her desk chimed twice, signaling that Cupid was ready to see Giselle.

Giselle shot a nervous glance at Hera and slowly began walking towards the door.

"Giselle," Hera called out, wishing to soothe the nervous angel before she walked into Cupid's room. "It'll be fine, don't worry."

Giselle gave a doubtful nod before she knocked and entered.

"So," Cupid said when he saw her standing uneasily in front of his desk. "Do you really need me to tell you why you were summoned here?"

"No," Giselle replied in a timid voice, her eyes downcast.

That small voice tugged at Cupid's heart strings because he was by nature a sentimental fellow, but he was resolved to tell this angel where she had gone wrong.

"Giselle, this isn't the first time you've made a mistake. But, yes, this is the biggest mistake you've made so far. How could you let this happen? How could you split up two couples?" he asked sternly

"I'm sorry," Giselle said, feeling guilt ridden.

Cupid softened; no, he really couldn't scold her, she looked so downcast.

"Giselle," he said gently, "This time, by getting Ron and Shelley together, you've left two people without partners. Do you realize what could happen to them? We get so few soul mates as it is, with all this divorcing and open relationships that are happening on Earth." He wrinkled his nose in distaste.

"We just don't need you breaking up more couples. I'm afraid I am going to have to transfer you."

Giselle gasped, tears filling her eyes. "Please don't do that," she begged. "Please don't make me a guardian angel!"

"I have no choice in the matter," Cupid said firmly. "The matter has been agreed upon by higher authorities. But I can tell you this, Giselle; if you do a good job as a guardian, then there is a possibility of you getting transferred here again."

"Really?" Giselle asked, sudden hope filling her eyes.

"Yes, really," Cupid replied, inwardly smiling at the little angel. "Fiona will be taking your place, and you will be replacing her as a guardian. You'll need to hand in your bow and arrows to Hera on the way out, and collect your halo from Glenda; heavenly fortune attend you Giselle."

Giselle nodded and walked out of the room, misery etched on her face. She walked over to Hera and handed in her bow and arrows.

Hera looked at them and whispered, "Oh no."

Giselle just shrugged sadly, and then fled before Hera could say anything further.

Hera, angry on her friend's behalf, stormed into Cupid's office.

"Don't worry, Hera," Cupid said before Hera could speak, not even looking up from his papers. "She'll be back soon enough."

This answer was sufficient for Hera, for she knew that Cupid was fond of Giselle, and what he had done would be for Giselle's ultimate good.

Nodding, she walked out of the office and resumed her work.

Chapter 2. The New Guardian.

Giselle sat sulking in the Guardian Angel's Office, feeling morose about losing her job. But nothing could be done now. She had to prove herself to get back. She was startled out of her reverie when she heard Glenda call her name.

"Here is your halo," said Glenda, handing it over, "and this is the Guardian Angel's Manual. Scott Williams is your assignment. You'll be taking over from Fiona, and you'd better get going immediately because news is just in that he needs help."

Giselle nodded and put on her halo. She then closed her eyes and waited while Glenda put a pinch of heavenly dust on her golden locks and whispered an incantation that would take her to her charge.

She felt a sudden rush of wind and then, nothing.

When she opened her eyes, judging by the equipment around her, she was standing in a restaurant kitchen.

There was no one in sight so she decided to look around. She searched for a few minutes, but still couldn't find anyone. Suddenly, she heard a sound coming from a small room off the kitchen. When she went in, she saw a man of about 27 or 28 years of age sitting in an obvious state of dejection.

Giselle's previous experience as one of cupid's angels told her immediately that what ailed the young man was an affair of the heart.

New to the guardian angel business she was unsure what her next move should be. She made herself visible and tentatively said, "Excuse me."

Scott looked up, startled. Giselle saw brown eyes, a slightly curved nose set in an intelligent looking face topped by shaggy black hair and an expression of surprise on his countenance.

"The restaurant is closed," he said sullenly, "And who are you anyway and how did you get in, the place is locked."

"I'm your guardian angel and I just dropped in."

"You're my what?"

"Your...er...guardian angel."

"Ha, ha, very funny, now out of here before I call the cops."

"But I..." Giselle began to say, but before she could finish she felt her arm grabbed and she was being propelled towards the door.

Angels tend to be rather difficult to keep a hold on, and before Scott could push her out her somewhat insubstantial arm had slipped from his grasp.

"Now there's no need to get forceful," she admonished, "I'm here to help, but if you don't want my help I can always..."

"Don't get forceful," Scott mimicked, somewhat annoyed that what he took to be a rather slightly built girl had slipped his manly grasp. "A crazy girl breaks into the place and then says she's my guardian angel, and I'm not supposed to get forceful!"

"But it's true," Giselle protested, "I am your guardian angel."

"All right, so you're my guardian angel," Scott scoffed, "so before I call in the law to arrest you for breaking and entering, suppose you show me your angel wings?"

"Oh, that's not difficult," Giselle said confidently, and so, in front of an astonished Scott, Giselle unfurled her wings, the pure white feathers contrasting with her pink dress. 

Scott stared dumbfounded for a few moments, and then laughing derisively said, "It's a trick, those aren't real wings."

"Try touching them," Giselle said defiantly, "go on, touch them."

With a sardonic smile on his face Scott touched the wings and the smile faded. He took hold of them firmly and then tried to pull them off."

"Holy shit! You really are an angel!" Scott said, looking astounded.

"Not so much of the bad language," Giselle said a bit stiffly. "I don't mind the 'Holy' but I don't care for the other word; and there was no need to be so rough with my wings."

"Oh...er...sorry," Scott said, running a hand through his already untidy hair and still staring.

"So, what exactly are you supposed to do as my guardian angel?" He asked, plopping down on a chair and looking at her, bemused.

"To be honest, I'm not really sure because this is my first time on the job," Giselle said wistfully, "but you don't seem to have been aware that you've had a guardian angel before, so perhaps we could learn as we go along."

"You mean, like on the job training?" Scott said.

"Something like that," Giselle said thoughtfully, and then brightening went on, "I do have the Guardian Angel Manual, that might help."

Giselle seemed to produce the manual out of the ether and opening it at the first page she commenced reading. Suddenly her wings drooped and a look of dismay spread across her face.

"Heavenly excrement," she gasped.

"What's the matter?" Scott asked anxiously.

"I broke the first rule!" Giselle wailed, tears filling her eyes.

Scott took the manual from her limp grasp and read. The minute he saw the opening lines, he knew. There, on the very first page, written in bold red letters was this: "Do not make your presence known to your charge in anything other than the direst circumstances."

"Yeah, you really did break the rule, didn't you?" Scott said closing the manual and handing it back to her.

Giselle nodded miserably and said, "Do you suppose we could call your circumstances dire?"

Wishing to make her feel a little better, Scott said, "Well I suppose I could make them dire if it'll get you off the hook with whoever your boss is."

"Really?" Giselle asked, looking a trifle happier.

"You see," Scott continued, "there was this girl that I..."

"It's all right," Giselle interrupted, "its love trouble isn't it?"

"Yes," Scott replied despondently, "you see I...er...we that is...we had this...hey, how the hell did you know it was love trouble?"

"Please," Giselle said, putting her hands over her ears, "we never mention that place that begins with aitch."

"Sorry...sorry," Scott apologized, "but how did you know about my trouble?"

"Well I used to be...that is I was once...er...can we just say it's a combination of instinct and experience?"

"Okay," Scott said, "let's leave it at that for the time being, so what are you going to do about it?"

"That depends on the situation in total; I have to survey the scene; take account of all possible parameters; weigh up the pros and cons; have regard for the parties involved; consider the needs of everyone implicated; look at the bigger picture and after considering the overall prospects, and then in the fullness of time I might be able to..."

"Whoa, hold it," Scott yelled, "You're sounding like a government bureaucrat; what are you going to do for me right now?"

"I don't know," Giselle said wretchedly.

"You don't know!" exclaimed Scott, "then what the hell...sorry...use are you? Some guardian angel you've turned out to be."

"Look," said Giselle meekly, "we've already agreed that we'd both learn as we went along, and after all, I'll be with you the whole time."

"What" yelped Scott, leaping to his feet, "The whole time?"

"Of course, that's what guardian angels do."

"You don't mean even when I'm....I'm..."

"Yes, but don't worry, we're inured to witnessing the more private and intimate things that humans have to engage in. I'll make myself invisible at those times so you won't be embarrassed; in any case as you know I'm not supposed to have become visible to you unless..."

"Unless my situation is dire, yes, we've been over that and we've agreed that my situation is dire."

He looked at her curiously for a few moments and then asked, "Do you have to do what humans do, you know like..."

Giselle smiled and replied, "Since we have no need to eat and drink we don't need to do what you're referring to."

"You are female, aren't you?" Scott asked warily; "I mean, you look like a girl."

Giselle considered this for a moment and then said, "Well it's not something we ever discuss among ourselves -- the other angels I mean - but I suppose I am what you'd call female."

"Then there must be boy angels."

"Yes, I suppose there must be; certainly some of them have boy's names like Michael and Gabriel, and the really important angels sometimes get sent on special missions like announcing the birth of...er...his name escapes me for the moment, but you human's have an annual celebration called....er..."

"Christmas," Scott said helpfully.

"Yes...yes...that's it," Giselle agreed enthusiastically.

"If there are male and female angels then you must....well...you must procreate so you must..."

"No...no...nothing like that; you see, we're eternal."

"Eternal!"

"Yes, from all eternity, although..."

Giselle paused for a moment and then went on, "There is some debate among the more academic angels about our origins. Of course, there is only One who really knows and we could ask The One, but you have to be careful how you deal with...with...er...

"What's the matter?"

"It's just that...I'm not supposed to discuss the matter here on earth but..."

"But what?"

"Well there is some heavenly debate about whether...whether you can properly...I mean...should it be 'Him,' 'She,' or 'It'? but for the time being we've settled for 'The One.'"

"That's strange," Scott said, "we're having the same debate here. Look I don't mean to be rude, but I can't stop here talking all night; I've got to get home and cook myself a meal."

"Do you work in this place?" Giselle asked, looking around.

"Yes, why?"

"Well it's a restaurant so couldn't you have your meals here?"

"Here!" Scott laughed; "not on your life, the food's terrible."

"You sell terrible meals?"

"Of course," Scott said cheerfully, "but it doesn't matter. What you have to do is to present a fancy menu and give the dishes some exotic names and then add a high price and the customers think they're getting something special. They even congratulate us on our cooking. When I'm going to eat I cook at home where I'm sure there aren't any mice and rats about the place."

"Ah," Giselle said doubtfully, wondering about the curious ways of humans.

"I'm starving," Scott said, "so it's goodbye for now."

"Oh no," Giselle said, "I thought you'd understood I've got to be with you all the time."

"Yes...yes of course," Scott said; "er... what should I say when people ask me who you are?"

"They won't ask because I'll be invisible to everyone else but you, and as you know I shouldn't have made myself manifest to you."

"Mani what?"

"Manifest, apparent, visible..."

"Then why didn't you say so?"

"Well, we use words like 'manifest' and 'epiphany' in heaven. Now if we're going let's go, this place gives me the creeps, it's so greasy."

Chapter 3. On Guard.

They drove to Scott's apartment. On arrival he said, "I'd like to take a shower first, you won't need to...to...be..."

"I'm afraid so, but I'll make myself invisible so you won't be embarrassed."

"But I'll know you're there," Scott complained.

"Can't be helped," Giselle replied, "I've got my job to do."

She followed Scott to the shower and watched him as he stripped off, carefully observing his assets.

She concluded that those assets were considerable and wondered why the girl who had apparently broken his heart had not appreciated what Scott had to offer. "The other guy must have been some hunk," she thought in rather unheavenly language.

Once Scott had finished and was dressed Giselle made her self visible again.

"There, that wasn't too bad, was it?" she asked cheerfully.

"I suppose not," Scott said doubtfully, "but it would have been better if you'd been a boy angel."

"Why?" Giselle asked, slightly offended.

"Well, you must have seen my...my..."

"Scott," Giselle said sternly, "you're not trying to tell me that no human female has seen it, are you?"

"Of course they haven't," Scott protested.

"Not even your mother?"

"Well of course my mother when I was a kid, but no one else."

"Scott," Giselle said reproachfully.

"Okay...okay...so there's been the odd female."

"That's better Scott," Giselle said softly, "it's a serious matter, lying to a guardian angel, it can get you into all sorts of trouble; and anyway, we can always tell when you're lying. Now suppose we go into this love problem of yours."

"Look," Scott said, "can we leave it over for a while I'm starving and need to eat."

"We can leave it for as long as you like, Scott," Giselle said easily, "I've got all eternity, but bear in mind that you haven't, you're finite."

"But I thought we're supposed to go to heaven when we die, and that's eternity, isn't it?"

"Sorry Scott," Giselle said seriously, "The One has made it very clear that we angels are not to discuss that subject with humans. That is entirely within the prerogative of The One, and I've broken enough heavenly rules already."

"But they tell us in church that..."

"Oh, the Church," Giselle said, somewhat disparagingly. "Of course they think they know it all but in fact they know next to nothing despite the fact that The One has tried to tell them. They've got a sort of block that stops them understanding, I think you humans call it 'sin,' but we angels call it 'hubris.'"

"Really," said Scott, starting to prepare his meal, "I think I've heard that word somewhere. It's something to do with a broken wheel hub isn't it?"

Giselle began to say, "It's nothing to do with..." but gave up and said, "Yes, something like that."

He was preparing some penne pasta with pesto sauce.

"Want some?" Scott asked, indicating the food.

"No thank you," Giselle replied, "I told you angels don't eat and drink...no, that's not quite true. When some of the senior angels get sent out on assignment to meet with humans in order to deliver a message from The One, they have to appear to be human themselves, so they get to eat, but that's a special dispensation. Apart from that if one of us eats it will disrupt the balance of the universe and The One would be very upset."

Scott laughed cynically saying, "Then he must be furious all the time because we humans have been doing our best to upset the balance of the universe for at least a million and a half years."

"Yes...yes...I was reading something about that in the Eternal Trumpet recently," Giselle said. "I believe there are some plans afoot to counter this with what they're calling global warming and a few other nasty consequences."

Scott did not respond because his mouth was full of pasta.

"A greedy lot, human beings," Giselle said thoughtfully.

Scott swallowed hastily.

"I suppose I must be fair," Giselle continued, "there's millions who have got hardly anything while five percent have ninety percent of the wealth that The One intended everyone to share."

Giselle paused thoughtfully for a moment, and then giving her wings a shake said, "But that's not my department, that's dealt with by the Garden of Eden Environmental Planning Department. I'm here to see that you don't get into trouble and help out where I can so what about your love problem?"

"Look...er...have you got a name I can use?"

"Yes, Giselle."

"Look Giselle, I don't want to disparage your powers but I don't see how you can help, what's done is done and can't be undone."

"You're quite right," Giselle said enthusiastically. "Start trying to change the past and you get into a total mess. No, we have to deal with the present."

She laughed and went on, "Of course a lot of governments get their historians to write up the past to suit their own ends but eventually the truth comes out."

"The point is, Giselle," Scott went on, "I'm dead beat and all I want to do is go to bed. I've got the day off tomorrow so could we hold up the talk until then?"

"If that's how you want to use up you're limited time," Giselle replied.

"Limited; do you mean I'm due to snuff it shortly?" Scott gasped.

"What is your finitude compared to eternity?" Giselle said almost casually. "The life of humans is but a blink in the eye of The One -- that is, if The One has an eye."

"Don't you know if The One has got an eye?" Scott asked.

"I'm not sure, I've never actually seen The One, but some of the top brass who have say it's difficult to tell because of the blinding light surrounding The One.

"So I'm not likely to die in the next few days?" Scott asked anxiously.

"I hope not," Giselle replied, "I've only just started this assignment and want to make a success of it before your demise."

"That's okay then," Scott said, sounding relieved. "So we can hold up the talk about my love life until tomorrow?"

"As you wish," Giselle replied.

"Where would you like to sleep," Scott asked, "I've got a spare bedroom."

"Sleep...sleep," Giselle replied scornfully, "Angels don't sleep; we are eternally vigilant; always alert to ever present dangers; the unsleeping protectors; the all seeing, all knowing guardians of..."




Matchmaker's Folly



"Stop it," Scott yelled, "you're sounding like a politician at election time now; you'll be offering me a tax reduction next."

"I will not," Giselle said haughtily, tax is dealt with by the Department of Divine Economy and the way church offerings have been lately they'll soon be broke."

"I'll put an extra dollar in the plate next time I go to church," Scott yawned, "now I'm going to bed, so goodnight."

"Not goodnight," Giselle replied, "I'll be with you."

"What, even when I'm asleep?"

"Afraid so," Giselle replied, "but I'll make myself invisible again and hover over you."

She accompanied Scott into the bedroom and watched him undress.

"I wonder why he's got girl troubles," she wondered. "With what he's got he shouldn't have any problems. A pity I'm not a human female and then I could...oh well, no use wishing."

Scott got into bed and gazed upward; "Are you hovering?"

"Yes, I'm here Scott."

"I was afraid of that."

Scott gradually dropped off to sleep, and after a while Giselle found hovering was becoming tedious.

"I wonder if it's absolutely necessary to stay with him all night," she wondered. "Perhaps the manual says something about it."

She drew the manual out of the ether and looked up the table of contents. She found what she was looking for under "Guarding the Sleeper." It read, "Guarding the client during sleep is of the utmost importance. It is during sleep that The Evil One seeks to infiltrate the soul of the client, giving males especially lascivious dreams. This causes them to wake up and they need to..."

Giselle's wings blushed and she read no further.

"It doesn't specifically say that the guardian mustn't leave the client," she pondered, "and I really need to get to know some more about him, so surely there can't be any harm in doing some research."

With that she unhovered and walked through the wall into the lounge. She started to look around and came to the conclusion Scott was rather untidy. Entering another room she found herself in what looked like an office. There was a desk, chair and a filing cabinet. The desk was covered with bills and receipts but this proved to be of little interest to Giselle, except to reinforce her view that Scott was untidy and didn't pay his bills on time.

She started to hunt through the desk drawers, and in the bottom one she found a photo album. Glancing idly through the photographs she suddenly looked fixedly at one particular photo.

Her wings drooped, and she moaned, "Oh no."

The photo was of two couples standing and smiling at the camera. Giselle turned the photo over to look at the back. It was dated six months previously and the names of the four people were given as Scott and Shelly, Tessa and Ron.

She of course recognized Scott, and she also recognized Shelly and Ron, the other girl she did not know.

It had been Shelly and Ron she had shot with her arrows of love while still an assistant cupid, yet in the photo it was obvious that Scott and Shelly was a couple, as was Ron and Tessa.

This was where she had fouled up and been dismissed from Cupid's service.

Utterly dismayed Giselle now knew why she had been made guardian angel over Scott; she had to put right the mistake she had made when a cupid.

The shock of her discovery recalled her to her duty, and miserably she returned to the bedroom and Scott.

Scott was no longer sleeping peacefully, but was moving restlessly and groaning.

Having some theoretical knowledge of human -- especially male - dreams she thought, "He's probably dreaming about desert islands with bare breasted maidens."

Giselle realized that The Evil One had taken possession of Scott. She was about to step in and wake him when Scott woke himself. He lay on his back and Giselle, who again had only theoretical knowledge of the matter, watched fascinated.

Scott gasped and groaned until finally giving an extra loud groan he ejected a stream of sticky white fluid. He then lay for a while with a contented smile on his face until finally he reached out to a bedside table and drew out some tissues from a box and commenced cleaning up the sticky mess. He then went back to sleep.

"Well, I suppose that's one way of getting rid of The Evil One," Giselle muttered, "and it looks like fun. I wonder if the boy angels...no they couldn't because they don't have...or do they...? I'll have to try and check up on that next time I meet a boy angel."

She did not resume her position hovering over Scott, instead wrapping her wings round her -- which always helped concentration -- she began to meditate on how she could put right what she had messed up.

Chapter 4. All is Revealed.

Morning, and Scott woke from a peaceful sleep. He looked around and asked, "Are you still here?"

Folding back her wings and making herself visible Giselle said, "Yes, I'm still with you Scott. What you did during the night was quite fascinating but..."

"You watched me?"

"Yes, of course I did, but what I was going to say was, I've realized that it's only a substitute for what you humans do when you want to breed, isn't it?"

"We don't only do it when we want to breed," Scott replied, "we do it for fun and pleasure."

"It feels good then, does it?"

"Bloody -- sorry -- marvelous, there's nothing else comes anywhere near to it for sheer bliss. My problem is that I need a female to do it with and I haven't got one at the moment."

"Yes, I know," Giselle said miserably.

"How do you know," Scott said? "Oh yes, of course, it's instinct and experience isn't it."

"Not this time," Giselle said. "I suppose you'll want to eat something so I'll tell you afterwards," she added, trying to delay the moment when she would have to make her confession.

"Okay," Scot said, "but I'd better have another shower because...well...you know...it's difficult to..."

His voice trailed away but Giselle felt she had got the point and so together they went to the shower.

She again admired his body but was thankful that angels had an inbuilt cleansing system that meant they never needed to wash, because showering looked a bit complicated from her point of view.

Dressed Scott began to prepare breakfast which consisted of waffles and honey. When Scott had cleared up they went into the lounge. Scott sat and Giselle hovered just a little and Scott said, "Now, you've got something you want to tell me."

Giselle didn't want to tell him but felt that in all fairness and angelic honesty she had to.

"Last night..." she began.

"Yes, I know you saw me when I..."

"No...no...not that," Giselle said, "and don't interrupt, this is difficult enough without you butting in."

"All right...all right," Scott said, "no more interruptions."

"Last night, I left you for a while. I wanted to find out more about you and I discovered a photograph album."

"Nosy devil," Scott muttered.

"I heard that Scott," Giselle said angrily, "I told you not to butt in and I'm not a devil, quite the opposite in fact. Now, can I carry on?"

Scott made a gesture indicating that she should proceed.

"In the album I found a photo of four people, three of whom I knew, you, Shelly and Ron, I didn't know the other one, Tessa."

"How did you know Shelly and Ron?" Scott asked.

"Well that's just the point," Giselle said, wanting to cover her embarrassment with her wings, "you see I shot them."

"Shot them," Scott yelled, sitting bolt upright.

"With my love arrows."

"Love arrows, what the hell -- sorry -- are they."

"I used to be an assistant cupid and that's how we bring people together, by shooting them with our love arrows, and praying 'With these arrows may you be united'."

"When I looked at the photograph I realized that I'd got it wrong; that you and Shelly were supposed to be one couple and Tessa and Ron another couple. I just didn't put in enough preliminary research so I fouled up. Now I'll have to try and put things right."

"You fouled up all right," Scott snarled. "That photograph was taken just one week before Shelly and I was supposed to get married. Ron was going to be my best man and Tessa was to be matron of honour. And how do you think you're going to fix things up? Instead of marrying me Shelly married Ron. Those arrows must be very potent."

"Oh they are," Giselle said proudly, "once they hit the target they're overpowering and the couple must come together."

"So what do you think you're going to do?"

"I don't know," Giselle said dejectedly; "what do you want me to do?"

"Nothing," Scott said emphatically, "I've been the victim of your foul up once and I don't want to risk you again. No more women, no more love stuff, you only get hurt."

There was silence for a few moments and then Scott suddenly yelled, "Oh my God -- sorry - I'd completely forgotten, Tessa!"

"Tessa?"

"Yes; ever since Ron got married to Shelly Tessa's been hanging around me. I keep trying to put her off but she's very insistent so it's easier to just go along with her, and she's company of a sort I suppose. I'd forgotten she's calling here today and we're supposed to be going out together to the zoo."

"So why don't you and she get together properly?" Giselle asked.

"I told you Giselle, no more women, they're too deceitful."

"You're not being fair," Giselle protested. "I take full responsibility for what happened with Shelly; once I'd shot her and Ron with my arrows they couldn't help themselves, so don't label all women as deceitful -- and there's your doorbell."

"It's Tessa, and don't you make yourself visible to her."

"I couldn't even if I wanted to," Giselle retorted, "We can only make ourselves visible to our client in..."

"Dire circumstances; yes I know, you've said so before. You can be really boring you know."

With that he stalked off to answer the door.

Having seen her photograph Giselle was curious to see Tessa in the flesh. 

She proved to be a rather attractive girl with a fine buxom figure and Giselle wondered why Scott couldn't see his way clear to getting together with her permanently. Of course his fear of getting involved was understandable after the Shelly episode, but that was in the past and nothing could change that.

She was just wishing she still had her bow and love arrows so that she could fix things up when she heard the sound of the opening bars of the hymn "Rock of Ages." The sound was of course not heard by Tessa and Scott.

Thinking that she really would have to change that tune to a more contemporary hymn she plucked her mobile out of the ether.

"Guardian Giselle."

"Giselle darling;" it was Hera's voice. "He wants to see you."

"Who."

"Cupid of course."

"Cupid!" Giselle mentally ran over her shortcomings and asked, "When?"

"Now darling, immediately. I'm about to activate the transfer pad right now, so stand by."

Giselle was about to tell Scott she had to leave him for a while when she was whisked out of his flat, and in the next second she was standing before Hera.

Hera smiled and said, "He said you're to go in immediately on arrival."

"What have I done wrong this time?" Giselle asked.

"He hasn't said," Hera replied, "but he seems to be in a good mood."

Giselle went to the door of Cupid's office and knocked.

"Enter," said a voice.

She went in and as she approached Cupid's desk she was about to start apologizing for any errors she had made when Cupid smiled and said, "Giselle, my dear Giselle, it's lovely to see you."

"Is...is...it?" A surprised Giselle stammered.

"Well of course it is," laughed Cupid. "Now my dear, we've been keeping a close eye on you and although you've not been working by the book we've decided to overlook that."

"You clearly know what needs to be done for Tessa and Scott, and I heartily agree. I realize that your influence as a guardian angel is somewhat limited in matters of love, and so I've decided to reinstate you as an assistant cupid."

"Really," said a delighted Giselle, "you really mean it?"

Cupid frowned, "Giselle, you must know by now I never say anything I don't mean, The One would not approve. Now, your reinstatement will be only temporary; you will be, as it were, on trial. Get it right this time and you may well find yourself back here eternally."

"You mean Tessa and Scott?"

"Who else, and Giselle..."

"Yes sir?"

"Get it right this time...make sure you shoot the right people and you aim properly, and don't forget the prayer, The One likes to hear that."

"I'll get it right sir, I promise you."

"I'm sure you will," Cupid said, smiling on her benignly."

He drew a communicator out of the ether and pressed a button.

"Yes sir," it was Hera's voice.

"Hera, I'm sending Giselle out to you and you are to issue her with bow and arrows."

"Oh sir, you've taken her back."

"Yes."

The communicator vanished into the ether.

"Off you go then Giselle, and the best of heavenly fortune go with you."

"Thank you sir...thank you," Giselle said as she backed out of the office.

Hera was standing ready with the bow and arrows.

"Darling, it's wonderful to have you back with us."

"Only temporarily," Giselle replied, "I'll only become permanent if I get the assignment right."

"And I'm sure you will," Hera replied as she sprinkled her with heavenly dust.

The next moment Giselle found herself alongside Scott, but not in his apartment. He and Tessa were staring at a lion; they were at the zoo.

Giselle considered shooting them immediately, but changed her mind, deciding to wait for what might be a more propitious moment -- perhaps back in the apartment.

Chapter 5. Naughty Lust Liquid.

In deciding to wait until Tessa and Scott were back in the apartment, Giselle had chosen well.

Tessa was sitting on the sofa looking at Scott with languishing eyes.

"She doesn't really need an arrow," Giselle thought, "She's head over heels already, but I'd better give her one just to be sure."

Scott was slumped in an armchair trying not to look at Tessa, but as far as any male was concerned she was rather hard not to look at. Her skirt had ridden up to reveal a pair of shapely legs that began with succulent thighs. Her bosom was such that in his dreams Scott or The Evil One could hardly have conjured up such and excellent example, but along with these temptations of The Evil One went an angelic face topped with what Giselle recognized to be hair of a heavenly gold.

Giselle fitted the first arrow to her bow and taking careful aim at Scott released it. It hit him right in the heart." Giselle said the prayer.

She was somewhat startled by the instantaneous effect of the arrow. Normally it took some time for the arrow to work and being confident of the effectiveness of the arrows she usually left well before the reaction set in; thus she had never actually observed the results.

This time Scott's demeanor changed immediately and he sat up, scrutinizing Tessa avidly.

Giselle fitted the second arrow to her bow and released it at Tessa. This too struck at the heart. Giselle once more said the prayer.

Suddenly Scot said, "Tessa, you are the most beautiful girl I've ever known, I love you."

"Oh darling," Tessa cried out, "I've loved you since the first time I met you and aah....mmm..."

Scott had leapt up from the armchair and was beside Tessa on the sofa, kissing her fervently.

"When Scott released her from the kiss Tessa gasped, "I love you...I love you...I want... mmm...that nice...don't stop...darling...oooh..."

They proceeded to undress each other and in the midst of this Giselle heard, "Rock of Ages."

She pulled her mobile out of the ether and said, "Giselle."

"Darling," Hera's voice said, "I should have warned you; I wanted to try and make sure your mission was successful so I mixed some extra lust liquid in with the love liquid before I put it on the tip of the arrows; I may have over done it so you may get a rather dramatic reaction."

"You're warning is too late," Giselle replied, giggling, "I've shot them both and they're having what looks like a bit of a fight or perhaps they're trying to eat each other. I've never seen the after effects before, it's quite entertaining and they seem to be enjoying it, but there's a lot a screaming and moaning."

"Do you want me to bring you back with the transfer pad, darling."

"No, leave it for a while will you, I want to see how this works out."

"If you say so," Hera replied.

The mobile vanished back into the ether.

Chapter 6. Restoration

That night Giselle hovered over Scott's bed, now also occupied by Tessa. She found the scene immensely entertaining and some of the cries like "Don't stop darling," "Do it to me again," "That feels good," "The other nipple sweetheart," were immensely satisfying.

She could not fully understand why at times of considerable frenzy they called out to The One -- at least, she assumed that's what the words, "Oh my God," meant.

She also noted that when after the frenzied moments Stella began to calm down she kept moaning, "Oh Jesus...Jesus...sweet Jesus."

She wondered why, despite seeming to enjoy what was going on, Tessa often ended up sobbing. 

As the night wore on words like "Marriage," "Home," "Children," began to creep in.

It was at the point when Scot and Stella seemed to have run out of energy, and were about to sleep wrapped in each others arms, that the call came, "Rock of Ages."

"Giselle."

"Hera; get back here fast, he's very excited about something."

Zap, and Giselle was standing in front of Hera.

"I've had a wonderful time Hera, you should have seen them, they..."

"Yes, I know," Hera said, "I think I may have overdone the lust liquid a bit. You'd better go straight in, I can't remember him being so wound up before.

Apprehensively Giselle knocked on Cupid's door.

"Enter."

She entered and on seeing her Cupid said, "My dear Giselle," and came out from behind his desk, which he rarely did, and embraced her.

"All is now forgiven," he said jubilantly, "you have brought great honour to this department."

"Her...her...have I," Giselle stammered.

"Yes...yes...Scott and Tessa will be entered into our annals as one of our greatest triumphs. This is your supreme moment. Ah, it's immensely satisfying my dear Giselle, such a happy marriage."

"But they aren't married yet," Giselle protested.

"Come now Giselle," Cupid said, "you surely know that we angels of higher status are all knowing -- or almost. The One has certain areas of foreknowledge kept hidden."

"Yes, of course, I'd forgotten that," Giselle said.

"Well never mind my dear; I've got some wonderful news for you."

"What?"

"You...you...are not only reinstated but it has been decided by The One, that you are to be invested with The Order of the Golden Arrow. Such an honour my dear, such an honour, and who knows, in the future you may take my place behind this desk -- of course you'll have to wait for all eternity before that can happen."

"I can't believe it...I can't believe it..." Giselle said, tears starting to flow.

"You will my dear, you will," Cupid said tenderly. "Of course you cannot be invested by The One; an archangel will carry out the ceremony."

"When?" Giselle asked excitedly.

"When? Cupid said vaguely, "Well, it could have been yesterday or tomorrow in earthly time, but as you know, time has no meaning in eternity, we'll just have to wait and see. In the meanwhile there are a couple of people who are not sure whether they're in love or not. Your assignment is to go and settle the matter for them."

"Yes Cupid," replied happy Giselle. "But Cupid, there's something I want to ask you if you don't mind."

"Ask anything you like Giselle...anything you like."

"I want to ask you about boy angels."

With darkening brow Cupid looked at her suspiciously.

"What is it precisely that you wish to ask?" he said slowly with a touch of menace in his voice.




Matchmaker's Folly



Giselle decided she'd better get out while she was still ahead, and saying, "Oh...er...nothing really... it was nothing important really," she backed out of Cupid's presence.