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(Note: I am not the author; I am only the decoder.

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                              BlkMthr.zip -- 16/16

                             The Blackmailed Mother
                                   Chapter 16

      The idea to move to New York City had been Roger's, based on the
offer by
a large, international electronics company interested in the Carmel
developments.  Ampex and General Electric, and even one of the Japanese
corporations, had all bid heavily for Roger after he terminated his
employment
with Skopos, but all things considered, he thought a move across the
nation and
the large amount of money plus generous stock options swayed him for the
one
he'd chosen.

      And so far, after two months in the swank Manhattan apartment
house,
Lonnie Carmel had really reveled in the luxury of having a maid to clean
up and
no yard to mow and weed.  She stretched out on the chaise lounge,
relaxing with
a cool drink beside her.  The sun lamps hanging from the ceiling were
giving
her a lasting, all-year tan, and since she was naked, the golden bronze
was a
full covering over her body, only broken up by the twin projections of
her
darker colored nipples and the rich blackness of her soft, curly pubic
triangle.  However, relaxing was one thing; her mind was another. 
Zeigler and
the Olisses were past history for her, Roger, and their daughter,
Jennifer, but
the erotic fires they had ignited in the three of them would never
die... and
last night when mother, father and daughter had all romped together in
wild
sexual abandon on the large, round, king-sized bed in the master bedroom
was
proof of that.  So fulfilling, the love of a family seeking pleasure and
satisfaction as a unit. And the trio readily agreed unanimously that
while they
were happy together, they would never decline the benefits of variety,
their
now seemingly insatiable sexual appetites needing a lack of
constricture.

      Lonnie's prurient thoughts were interrupted as she looked up and
saw
Roger peeking in through the door.  "Oh!" she said, startled.  "I didn't
hear
you."

      "You weren't supposed to," her husband replied smoothly.  He was
smiling
lewdly and she could read the lustful thoughts on his mind. "Come on and
put on
your robe and meet our new neighbors, Betty and Don Marlowe.  They were
moving
in across the hall and I invited them over for a drink."

      "How marvelous," Lonnie exclaimed, and wrapping her robe around
her she
came out of the sun room to be introduced to a pert, well-endowed little
honey
blonde girl and a handsome man whose masculinity was so strong she felt
a
ripple run through her just in shaking his hand.

      "We never dreamed that we would meet anyone this fast," Betty
Marlowe
chattered amiably. "We thought New York was the city where everybody
were
strangers in the same building."

      "Not in this building," Roger said expansively. "Lonnie, darling,
how
about a drink?"

      "I have some champagne just waiting for a special occasion like
this,"
she said in friendliness. "Don?  Do you think you could help me take
down the
glasses?  They're awfully high up in the kitchen cupboard for me to
reach." She
waited for the eager man to rise from his chair, and then she paused to
pat the
head of the large German Shepherd which had followed her out of the sun
room.
"You stay here and get acquainted with Betty, Fang," she said lovingly
to the
dog, "I don't need any help this time from you.  But maybe later,
alright
lover?"

                                    The End

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