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@(C) 1997 Frederick T. - Free electronic distribution is enthusiastically
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Disclaimer: The following material is intended for adults only, that is
people over the age of consent in whatever country they happen to live. This
material consists of the fictional accounts of fictional character's sexual
experiences that are obviously pure fantasy. In other words: none of the
characters contract sexually transmitted diseases; nobody has bad breath;
nobody gets pregnant unless they want to; few of the characters have any
sexual inhibitions or hangups and if they do, they quickly lose them; everyone
always has an orgasm and all the people live happily ever after. Now, if you
already live this type of life, I kind of wonder what you're doing wasting
your time browsing through a.s.s. ? I doubt you're going to find much new
among the contributions. But on the other hand, if you're still searching for
this perfect world; you're probably as close to finding it here as anywhere
else. Remember though, we are all God's children and should treat each other
as such. It should go without saying; any resemblance between the characters
in this account and real people, either living or deceased, is purely
coincidental. And finally, if you would be offended by the fictional sexual
experiences and fantasies of fictional people then you are free to seek other
entertainment. As always, e-mail your comments to the usual.
The Travels of Willy Tamarack
Neighbors
by Frederick T.
With thanks to the founding fathers and the U.S. Constitution
*** PROLOGUE ***
Who is Willy Tamarack and what is he doing so far from home ?? The last
time we saw Willy.....His neighbor's wife was fucking the shit out of him in
his back yard. He happened to notice that his other neighbor's son was
watching them from his bedroom window. So much for the adage....."You don't
shit in your own back yard !"
Jesus "Fucking" Christ ! I hadn't fucked up this big in...well...Ah ! A
couple of weeks anyway. I didn't bother Kelly with the news. No sense in
getting her all worried but shit, her husband was going to be home for a
month. The kid, I caught watching us, could really butt screw us both. When
I looked back up at the window, after Kelly rolled off of me, the kid was
gone. Shit ! He was probably as worried about getting caught as we were. I
laughed, thinking the kid probably flooded his room in cum watching the
fucking Kelly gave me. God ! Did she love to fuck. I was going to miss that
for the next month.
I thought about the plants in the cellar. I had just cut the lighting
back. They were three or four weeks from being ready - a hell of a time to
have to leave. Ah ! Fuck it ! My money's on the kid not saying a word but
boy ! Is he going to be disappointed for the next couple of weeks. No live
fuck shows right outside his bedroom window. I couldn't stop laughing as I
headed down stairs to visit the hundred or so marijuana plants I had growing
in the basement.
***** CHAPTER ONE *****
Kelly Winston blew me away by inviting me to dinner a couple of nights
later. I found the invitation with some junk mail in the mail box. I had
called Mrs. Abernathy, my neighbor back in Las Vegas, and asked her to send my
mail. I also sent her a check to cover expenses. So far I hadn't received
shit. Mrs. Abernathy wasn't real prompt when it came to sending mail.
Dinner was uneventful except for the fact that Kelly slipped a note into
the hip pocket of my jeans as we were cleaning up after dinner. I got to meet
her sons and really had a good time. Her old man was a pretty good shit and I
felt some what guilty about fucking Kelly behind his back. Not guilty enough
to change anything, though. I could hardly wait until the guy left on another
trip. Kelly gave me a stack of newspapers and I was stoked when I left.
I read the note as soon as I got home.
Willy,
Old man going camping with boys
in a couple of weeks. Can hardly
wait !
Kelly
My existence reverted to the "very boring," again. I was sure this
harvest was going to be bigger than the first and could hardly wait. I spent
my days caring for my plants and reading the day old newspapers that one of
Kelly's sons brought over every morning. I was sitting on the couch reading
an article about some high school guys who hacked their way into their
school's computer. They changed a lot of their grades and ended up getting
accepted to colleges that they had no right to attend. The high school was
now making a big fuss about it and trying to get them kicked out of the
colleges, they were attending. I was laughing my ass off. The fuckers were
geniuses ! The door bell rang. That was strange. Kelly's youngest son had
already brought the newspaper. I wondered who it could be; tip-toed to the
curtains and peeked outside.
Oh ! Fuck ! It was the kid ! The kid, next door, who watched Kelly and
me fucking in the back yard. Fuck ! Fuck ! Fuck ! What could this mother
fucker want. It had been almost two weeks since I caught him watching us. I
had just finished smoking a roach, left over from last night and was stoned as
shit. I started laughing. Shit ! The kid is probably over here to ask,
"Hey ! What happened to the fuck shows ?" The door bell sounded again. I
went to answer it.
When I opened it the kid stuck his hand out and said, "Hi ! I'm Jim
Wright. I live next door and was wondering if you'd like to buy an
advertisement in the high school year book ? I'm going to be a senior this
coming year and was wondering if you'd sponsor a page in the senior section ?"
I started laughing. "Nice "T" Shirt, Jim." Jim started laughing, too. I
opened the door wider and Jim stepped into the house. There was no doubt in
my mind that the furthest thing from Jim's mind was selling an advertisement
for his high school year book. He was wearing a "T" shirt that had a picture
of Bob Marley on it and in the back ground was a large marijuana leaf. I led
him through the front room, which didn't have a stick of furniture in it, to
the den. I went to the ice box and got out a couple of diet pepsis.
I figured, if the kid watched us fuck, he probably watched us pass a joint
back and forth. Jim was probably going to hit me up for a couple of joints.
A cheap price for getting caught, fucking my married neighbor's brains out or
was it my married neighbor, fucking my brains out ? Either way, I was a happy
camper. Jim was sitting on the couch when I came back to the den. I started
laughing and Jim joined me. I set the pepsis on the end table and sat in the
beat up stuffed chair, that was my favorite. I took a sip of my pepsi and
after I put it down on the floor, found Jim holding up a skinny, little joint;
as if asking permission.
"Couldn't help but smell some of the good shit you've been smoking."
Shit ! I hadn't been outside, smoking a joint, since the day I caught the kid
watching me and Kelly fucking on the grass. I held up my hand and wandered
out to the kitchen. I rummaged around in the freezer until I pulled out one
of my joints. When I rejoined Jim, the kid's eyes got wide looking at the
cigar-like looking joint that I was torching up. I handed it over to him.
The kid took a big drag and then rolled his eyes back into his head. I just
laughed.
"Wow !" Was all Jim managed to say. I took a drag and handed it back to
the kid. Jim just looked at the joint in his hand and then blurted out, "This
is the meanest looking blunt I've ever seen. Did you pull all the tobacco out
of a cigar to make it ?"
I laughed and then before I realized it, told the kid that I had rolled it
in marijuana leaves. Jim just nodded, like he understood and then took
another hit. We smoked in silence neither of us willing to say uncle until
the joint was a very small roach. I swallowed it. The two of us remained
where we were, frozen for over an hour. Finally, I got up to get us a couple
of pepsis but realized we already had some. I filled the kitchen with
laughter and then wandered back into the den. Jim hadn't touched his and
shortly got up to leave. I showed him to the door and then wondered, for the
rest of the day, why Jim came over at all ? Oh ! Well.....
That night I dreamed about hacking into the local high school computer and
then having Jim introduce me to all his girl friends. I offered to improve
their grade points if they offered a little something in return. In no time I
had them lining up at my door, offering their young nubile bodies in return
for the grades to get into the college of their choice. I was soon worn out
and had to leave town because my dick was perpetually limp ! Oh ! But, what
a way to go !
***** CHAPTER TWO *****
At about the same time the next day, the door bell rang. It was Jim.
Today he was wearing a "T" shirt that advertised Cypress Hill. I figured it
was a wine. Jim was apologizing like crazy for being such an asshole
yesterday. It's just that the shit we smoked yesterday was so fucking good
and he got so fucking stoned; he couldn't think. He slept right through his
date last night and his friends were all pissed at him. I couldn't figure out
where this was heading. Maybe the kid was finally going to hit me up for some
dope and I finally asked Jim about the wine. Jim started laughing like crazy
and told me that the wine was really a band that promoted the legalization of
marijuana. I laughed my ass off and then produced one of my cigar-like
looking joints.
While we were smoking, I asked why Jim kept calling it a "blunt." He told
me that the latest craze was hollowing out a cigar and filling it with dope.
I told him I thought that would taste like shit. Jim agreed. Funny ! I had
never seen a reference to it on the internet. Fuck it ! We were soon real
stoned. I felt in control and tossed the grenade across the room into Jim's
lap.
"You're not going to say anything about catching Kelly and I in the back
yard, are you ?"
Jim froze, looking down at the carpet by his feet. He slowly raised his
head and looked at me. "You caught me, huh ?"
I nodded my head and went on to tell Jim that it was no big deal to me. I
liked to watch, too. Jim laughed, a nervous laugh and asked if Kelly knew. I
shook my head from side to side and told him that if I was a high school
senior, I'd be having a lot of fantasies about Kelly, if she was my neighbor.
Jim looked embarrassed and admitted that when he mowed her lawn a couple of
years ago, he couldn't stop thinking about what she'd look like naked. I
laughed and said, "Well ! Now, you know." I got up and wandered into the
kitchen to get another "blunt." When I got back, Jim said he couldn't
possibly do another "blunt." I looked him right in the eyes and said, "Oh !
Yea, you can. You gona let this middle-aged hippie out smoke the "X"
generation ?" With that I torched up the joint and passed it to Jim.
We were both in the ozone when I asked about his grades. Jim looked at me
like I was the "Man from Mars." I laughed and asked again. Jim struggled
with his answer. Well, they were ok. I asked what was ok ? Jim came back
with mostly "B's" and "C's." I was on a roll and asked him if he would like
to improve on that. Jim said, "Sure, who wouldn't want to improve their
grades ?" I just nodded. This just might just work, after all. All thoughts
of protecting my investment down stairs and laying low, flew out the window.
Willy was thinking with his dick - again !
About an hour later, Jim left and I went to take a nap. Thoughts of young
nubile high school girls flooded my dreams. When I woke, I shaved and then
drove to the first barber I could find. I figured that a computer geek could
have long hair so I just had the hair cut guy trim my pony tail. I drove out
to the base and bought a cheap suit, plus a shirt and tie. That night I
surfed the net looking for the clues that would lead me to Nirvana. A little
knowledge is dangerous in the hands of a novice !
The next morning, bright and early, I was in the office of the local high
school computer expert. I was passing myself off as a traveling software
salesman. Just as I figured, the guy was called out of the office for a
computer emergency. I spent the next ten minutes looking through the guy's
stuff, copying down every thing I could find on the note pad I kept behind my
pocket protector. I was sure the guy would have written down the code words
and modem number, that would get me into the school computer system, somewhere
in his office. Nobody memorized that shit. I lifted the pad on his desk -
Jack Pot ! There was a sheet of paper under the desk protector. I started
scribbling down everything and finished just before the guy walked back into
the room.
Shortly there after, I left. After all, I didn't have a thing to sell the
guy. I laughed all the way home and could hardly wait until night time
because that's when I was going to hack my way into the high school data bank
and see what I could see. No dope today - at least until tonight after I
scored a touchdown and won the game !
Oh ! How the time dragged by. I was already thinking about how to make
this work, if I got into the computer. I couldn't just walk up to these
chicks and tell them I'd change their grades, if they'd fuck me. I'd have to
sleep on that and off I went to take a nap. I didn't wake until dinner and
then visited the plants. God ! I damn near had a jungle growing in the
basement. Some of the buds were getting close to being ready. I'd have to
keep an eye on them. Eureka ! That's it ! I'd pose as an amateur
photographer doing nude studies of young ladies. Then I'd try to finagle my
way into their pants...but they already had their pants off ! What a fucking
genius I was. I laughed all the way up stairs.
Within about twenty minutes, I had Jim Wright's grades up on the computer
screen. Computers will be the down fall of modern man; I was sure of that.
Jim hadn't been totally truthful about his grades. I found a couple of "D's"
and a lot more "C's" than "B's." First I printed out a hard copy of Jim's
transcript. His G.P.A. was 2.2. Obviously, Jim wasn't a rocket scientist.
He reminded me of another struggling student but...Shit ! He did ok. I
selectively changed several of Jim's grades. The school computer
automatically updated his G.P.A. When I got Jim's G.P.A. up to a 2.8, I quit.
I could hardly wait until Jim came over tomorrow.
***** CHAPTER THREE *****
Jim didn't come over the next morning and I was starting to panic. What
happened if the mother fucker never came over again ? What the fuck, was I
thinking ? Earth to Willy.....I'd got him stoned, twice, on the best dope in
the universe. He'd be over. Show a little patience, Willy. It was a little
after four when Jim knocked on the door. After checking through the curtains,
I couldn't get to the door fast enough. I was almost panting. I took a
couple of deep breaths and then opened the door.
"Hey ! Willy. That dope we've been smoking is so good; I can't handle
coming over here in the morning. I get so fucked up, I end up spending the
rest of the day in "Never-Never Land." Jim said as he walked through the
front room and into the den. I followed him.
When he sat on the couch, I said, "Ah...Before we get too fucked up, I've
got a little something to tell you......"
Jim interrupted me with, "Well, I was wondering if you could let me have
some of your dope. I kind of promised some of my friends.....I'll pay you for
it, man. I mean, is it ok if I buy some of your dope ?" He was struggling
with the words. It was obvious that he had rehearsed this several times. I
had three blunts on the end table, in plain view.
"Ah...Sure, Jim, but first I'd like to talk to you about a project, I've
been working on." I had rehearsed my lines also. "Take a look at this." I
handed Jim his high school transcript.
Jim looked at it for a moment and then said, "Where did you get this ?"
I blew him away with, "I down loaded it from the school computer."
Jim looked up at me and said, "No way, man !"
"How'd you like it to look like this ?" I laughed and passed the altered
transcript to him.
Jim Wright stared at it for a good long while before he said anything. He
looked up at me and said, "And, how are you going to manage that ?"
"It's already done, Jim. Request a transcript and that's what you're
going to get."
"Naw ! You're bullshitting me." Jim came back.
"Not a chance, buddy. It'd be too easy for you to check out. Tell you
what. I've just recently taken up photography and being the "dirty old man"
that I am.....I was wondering if you could introduce me to some of the young
ladies who you go to school with...You know, ask'em if they'd be interested in
having their grades altered. I do a little photography and in return they
raise their G.P.A. a bit. Now before you start thinking that I'm going to
turn every bimbo I meet into a P.H.D. candidate..."
The door bell sounded. Shit ! Who the fuck could this be ? I was
pissed. Jim was looking real interested; probably already figured that I
would want to photograph them in the nude. I got up and told Jim to think
about it while I saw who was at the front door. I pulled the curtain aside
and there was Kelly standing on the front porch. I let the drapes fall back
into place. Shit, what a time for Kelly to show up. A very nasty thought
drifted through my head and while I wasn't too keen on sharing my only steady
pussy; this would probably make Jim real hot to help me out with my "project"
- - that and a couple of joints every now and then.
I opened the door. Kelly was wearing her hip huggin' bell bottoms and a
halter top that barely covered her nice large tits. The top two buttons of
the halter top were undone and she was exhibiting a large amount of breast
meat. Jim's eyes were going to pop out of his head, I was sure of that.
Kelly threw her arms around my neck and gave me a big kiss.
"Hubby left about an hour ago with the boys. Be gone for three days. You
busy ?" She smiled impishly.
I laughed and told her I had company. The smile disappeared from her face
as I took her hand and led her to the den. Just before we got there she
stopped me and asked if it was another woman ? I just laughed and shook my
head...No, it wasn't another woman.
Jim was comparing his transcripts when the two of us entered the den. He
quickly dropped the transcripts to the floor. He looked shocked to see Mrs.
Winston but soon lost the surprised look as he focused on her scantily clad
bosom. Kelly didn't look anywhere near as surprised to see Jim but appeared
uneasy.
"Jim says he used to mow your lawn, Kelly." She nodded her head.
Jim said, "Hi ! Mrs. Winston."
"Hi ! Jimmy." I chuckled. Shit, maybe this wouldn't work ? I wandered
over to the stereo and put on CS&N's "4 Way Street." It was the closest thing
I had to Woodstock. Hopefully this and a liberal amount of maryjane would set
the right atmosphere. I went over and sat in the stuffed chair and reached
for one of the joints on the end table.
"Jim caught me smoking out in the backyard a couple of days ago, just like
you did. You guys want to get stoned ?" Kelly just nodded her head and Jim
looked relieved that I didn't spill the beans about what else he caught us
doing. He was still gawking at her tits at every opportunity and I was hoping
that Kelly was as horny as I was. I was sure Jim was horny, after all, wasn't
that the definition of a high school boy ? We passed the joint back and forth
in silence. After a couple of drags, I got up and went to the kitchen to get
us some refreshment. When I returned the two of them were sitting closer on
the couch but I figured that was so they didn't have to lean so far to pass
the joint back and forth.
Kelly was laughing at something when I went over and sat on the couch next
to her. Now she was sandwiched between the two of us. Midway through the
second joint, Kelly refused her turn, threw her head back and exclaimed,
"Jesus, am I fucked up ?!" She started laughing and Jim and I joined her. I
leaned over and kissed her. It was a short kiss and she was somewhat laughing
through out it. She looked over at Jim and then leaned over and kissed him.
I was stoked ! This was going to work, after all. Jim had this
flabbergasted look on his face when Kelly stopped kissing him and I heated up
the tempo by turning her face toward me and frenching with her like crazy.
This second kiss lasted a good deal longer and I was getting a boner in my
pants. The joint was forgotten.
Kelly leaned over toward Jim, after I stopped frenching with her, and
forced her tongue into his mouth. She was turned away from me, while
frenching with Jim, so I reached around her and unbuttoned the halter top she
was wearing. Her tits were bare and when I fondled her right breast, I found
her areola prickly with goose bumps and her nipple hard. I scooted closer and
while licking and sucking on her neck, reached to her waist and began undoing
her pants.
When Kelly broke the kiss with the teenager, Jim noticed that her tits
were bare, the halter top just hanging to the sides of her very large breasts.
Jim sucked in his breath and I told him to suck on them. Kelly put an arm
around his neck and pulled his face to her breasts. I dropped to the floor,
finished undoing her pants and then dragged her jeans off her legs and feet.
She was wearing a white pair of panties, nothing sexy, but I could see the
dark triangle of her pubic hair through them. My cock was throbbing in my
shorts.
I reached for the waist band of her panties and Kelly lifted her hips.
The panties ended up on the floor near her jeans. I watched as Jim sucked on
her tits, going from one to the other. Her areola and nipples were swollen, a
dark brown color. I was sure that Jim had never sucked on tities the size of
Kelly's, the way he was feasting on them. I then lowered my head to her lap
and Kelly raised one of her legs up on to the couch giving me unrestricted
access to her crotch.
I wasted no time and buried my face in her dark pubic hair. One of my
hands searched for her labia and I soon had my tongue painting the wet, pink
skin of Kelly's cunt. Her moan filled the room and when I looked up I found
her head thrown back on the couch. Jim was still munching on her breasts. I
was filling her with two fingers and pumping them in and out of her cunt.
Kelly was ready to fuck.
I got to my feet, stripped off my "T" shirt and dropped my shorts. I
wasn't wearing any underpants and my cock sprang out of my shorts, harder than
steel. "Jim, why don't you get out of your clothes ?" I said. Jim looked
shocked when his eyes focused on me, standing there with a hardon. As Jim
struggled to his feet, I was sure that he had a boner too as I could see the
outline of it in his jeans. I pulled Kelly to a sitting position and she
gobbled up my cock as I pulled the halter top off of her. Now she was naked
and Jim couldn't get out of his clothes fast enough.
I had my hands in Kelly's blond hair as she was bobbing her head back and
forth on my cock. God ! Did it feel good. If she kept this up I'd blow the
top of her head off. Jim tapped me on the shoulder. I looked over at him and
found him naked, sporting a good sized hardon - at least a couple of inches
longer than mine but about the same thickness. As Kelly kept sucking on my
cock, I wondered why I always ended up sharing with guys who were more hung
than I was. I laughed and pulled out of Kelly's mouth. A string of spittle
still connected my cock to her lower lip and I wiped it away with the head of
my dick.
Kelly's eyes focused on Jim's cock, smiled a rather large smile and rolled
onto her back on the couch. Jim didn't bother looking at me at all, just
climbed between her legs and filled her with his hardon. She let out a
muffled scream and I watched Jim's ass bouncing up and down between her
thighs. Kelly's legs came up around his waist and I went over and sat in my
favorite chair. It had been a long time since I'd had seconds. I liked
seconds - liked that gooey feeling as I fucked a woman who had just been
fucked. I didn't figure I'd have to wait long as Jim was fucking her like
crazy.
"Faaster...Jiiiimmy....Faster." Kelly was making a lot of noise now and
here it came. Jimmy's hips seemed to pick up a faster tempo and then he
slowly came to rest on top of her. She was still moving underneath him and I
was out of the chair. I knew she needed more and I was ready. I tapped Jim
on the shoulder and the young man struggled out from between Kelly's legs. I
stared at the dark pubic hair between her legs. It was matted with Jim's
semen. The pink gash of her cunt, surrounded by her abundant bush, was open
and leaking Jim's cum. I wasted no time and crawled between her legs.
She was hardly tight but hotter than hell, wrapped her legs around my
middle and started squirming beneath me. I was thrusting in and out of her to
beat the band. She was covered with perspiration from her coupling with Jim,
her cunt a cauldron of hot, wet juicy meat. I wasn't going to last long. I
lifted myself up on my arms and pulled her legs out in front of me. Her
ankles were up around my neck and I was really pounding her brains out.
"Here it comes, Kelly !" I screamed and started shooting several spurts
of semen into her cunt.
"Aaaahgh....Fuck...Shit...Faaaster. Jeesus...I'mmmm cumming. Agaaiin !
Fuuuck...Yea ! Wiiilleee !" I didn't remember her ever screaming this loud
before. I finally rolled off her to the floor. She was on her side, on the
couch, panting. Her blond hair matted to her forehead. I kissed her and then
looked up when I felt Jim climb on to the couch. Jim was stroking himself and
was hard enough to fuck her. He had this big shit eatin' grin on his face as
he reached for her hips and rolled her over onto her stomach. She got to her
knees on her own and Jim filled her with one thrust.
I watched Jim for a bit and then got to my feet and wandered to the end of
the couch. Kelly had her head in her arms with her breasts mashed into the
couch. I reached out and grabbed a handful of her blond hair. She looked up
at me and then her mouth was on my dick. Initially she was just nibbling.
Jim was fucking the shit out of her. I wondered if the teenager would last
longer this time ? As I hardened, she became more aggressive and soon I was
pumping a boner in and out of her hungry mouth. Jim lasted a lot longer and I
had to pull out of her mouth or I'd lose my load. Finally Jim erupted in her
and I stepped up to take his place.
After coupling, I spread her ass cheeks and watched as I pumped my cock in
and out of her plump cunt lips. Her lightly haired asshole clenched every
time I plunged into her. I couldn't believe how sloppy she was. Her cunt was
filled with the spunk of three fuckings and I was going to make it four. I
was real close and then exploded into her womb. I forced myself into her as
far as I could and felt her cunt spazam around the base of my cock. I kept
spurting. I threw back my head and screamed out expletive after expletive,
then started pumping again. Finally I fell back to my haunches. Jim was
sitting in his chair, his cock dangling between his legs. I figured it was
rest time.
***** CHAPTER FIVE *****
I leaned down and kissed Kelly's back and shoulders. "Better than
Woodstock ? I asked. She slid down on to her stomach and started to giggle.
"Uh huh." Was her only reply. The three of us spent the next ten minutes
finishing the second joint and then took a shower. Jim couldn't keep his
hands and mouth off of Kelly's tits and I got a semi rubbing my cock up and
down between her ass cheeks while we were covered with soap. The three of us
ended up back in the den, smoking and playing grab ass for the rest of the
evening. I never got hard enough to fuck her again but Jim did and I watched.
About midnight, Jim asked what time it was and went crazy when I told him, a
little after twelve. He dressed and high-tailed it for home after telling
Kelly and me that his friends would be real pissed off after standing them up
tonight. I just laughed, remembering a phrase from long ago: Better to be
pissed off than pissed on.
Kelly asked me if I wanted to spend the night but I begged off. There was
no way I was going to get it up again, no matter what she did, and I wasn't
too keen on spending the night at her place. You never knew when "hubby"
might come home.
It was about ten the next morning and I was down stairs fertilizing the
farm when the door bell rang. I ran up stairs and, without checking, went to
the door. It was Kelly. After inviting her in, she complained of being sore
and wiped out after last night. I commiserated with her. I didn't feel too
hot myself. We both wondered what Jim told his friends. Kelly hoped that I
wasn't pissed that things got a little carried away. I exploded in laughter
and said, "Hell ! No ! I had a great time. A guy my age can't expect to
keep up with a high school kid." We shared some tea and Kelly left a little
after noon after making me promise that I'd call if Jim came over. I didn't
remember until later that I couldn't do that, as I didn't have a phone. I
laughed all the way down stairs on the way to trim some bud.
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Frederick T.
hangten <an19164@anon.nymserver.com>
"You should have been here yesterday....." Bruce Brown - circa 1958 - 1961
"Slippery When Wet" or "Surfing Hollow Days" I can't remember.....
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