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Carl stood waiting outside the Rec Center. He motioned to me and I followed him into the locker room. What had Jenni done? Peed in front of him, somewhere she shouldn't have? We changed in silence. "Billy, it's about Jenni…" Carl finally spoke. I tried not to laugh."Carl, what did Jenni do?" Konala, the big 'nose tackle', who had just changed into his gym clothes, seemed to be amused by our locker room talk.. "Billy, we both did something." "Fuck yeah! Right on dude!" Konala grinned broadly. He raised his hand to give Carl a high five. "Thanks.." Car

"..you don't know shit!" I wandered into the library. The florescent lights buzzed loudly. I spotted a little blonde squatting between the bookcases. I approached casually pretending to look for a book. She took a book from the shelf, and stood up. I glanced at her form fitting jeans. They were perfectly dry. She flashed me a strange uncomfortable look and walked away. I continued down the aisle and almost stepped right into a wet spot on the carpet. A little ways away was another spot. A table sat jus beyond the bookcases. I walked over and peeked under it.

I carefully copied the bell shaped curve from the screen. The Professor was talking to a couple of students in the front. What exciting thing would he be discussing today? Statistics wasn't exactly my most exciting class... A slim Asian girl, wearing glasses, walked up to me with folded arms. I forced a smile, "Hi Sharon! How are you today?" "Billy, you know my name.." "And you know my name too!" "So you heard about Ann, and you decided to take advantage of her?" "Something like that.." "Do you have an Asian fetish?" "Do you have a White fetish? Bec

"Billy, do you know her?" Carl, my Physics lab partner, glanced over at Jenni. "What's so funny?" "I think she likes you." I struggled to keep from laughing. "You think so." Carl asked in a low voice. He was a tall blond, who had been homeschooled by his conservative Christian parents. Jenni stood between us, and the girls who were her usual lab partners. It looked like she wanted to approach us but she was hesitating. "Yeah." I motioned to Jenni. Jenni nervously walked over to us. "Hi, I'm Carl." Carl introduced himsel

Don't worry I am still working on this story. I just post each little part as I finish it.

I confess I haven't really worked out all of the details yet. The story started out as a sort of 'stream of consciousness'. I don't totally know where I am going with this.

I forgot to put a note at the top that this story has naughty peeing, and wet sex.

"Billy.." I listened intently as I crouched behind the bookcase. I heard her say 'Billy' for sure! I had heard it before. I was pretty sure I had seen her take my picture before as well. "Look at Ann flush," I heard another girl say, "..she's lying." "Shutup Jenni, Its the truth!" Ann pulled her long black Asian hair back, "Billy, and I have been talking about moving in together." "Billy?" Jenni asked "Billy Gable." Ann weakly said my full name. Jenni snickered, "You have a white fetish?" "I can date any boy I want!" Ann said sassily, "Besides Billy has a ni

"I could probably get into trouble for this -- but why not?". The stewardess set up the keyboard, and a microphone for Betty. Mayumi warmed up on the keyboard and started playing "I remember when," Betty sang. "I remember, I remember when I lost my mind There was something so pleasant about that place Even your emotions have an echo in so much space And when you're out there without a care Yeah, I was out of touch But it wasn't because I didn't know enough I just knew too much Does that make me crazy? Does that make me crazy?

"Mike was that Misses Baker?" Betty set a plate of food on the table. "Yeah.." I glanced over at Mayumi who squatted behind a comfortable chair next to the wall and played with her phone as it charged. "Mayumi didn't..?" "Shhh! Don't worry about her. Mike what did you discuss with Misses Baker?" "She wants to set up an affordable daycare. I'm going to pay for the kids that were in our daycare... at least for the rest of the year." Betty sighed,, "Mike we messed things up…. We didn't ultimately help anybody.." Brett, Sara, and the kids had taken a table closer to the fo

I haven't posted in a while, so I will post at least a little of what I'm working on. ----------------------------------------------------------- We joined a crowd and headed into the terminal. Betty's curly black wig looked like something out of the fifties, and Mayumi looked a little odd as a blonde, but nobody seemed to notice. It felt surreal, we were actually in the airport! The terminal was packed. We had a long walk to get to the International end of the terminal.. There was a huge crowd of people in front of the American Airlines counter, but everyone was w

"Wow!" Betty looked around. "Mike this house looks cleaner than I remember. I think we have squatters." "There's noodles in the refrigerator if you're hungry." Mayumi flashed a guilty smile.. Chris grinned sheepishly. "There's clean sheets and blankets on the beds upstairs. If you guys want to get some sleep before Buck comes to get us." Sara rolled her eyes. "Michael, I don't even want to know." She turned back to Brett. "Let's take the kids upstairs and try to get a little sleep." "Mayumi." Betty laughed, "I love your blonde wig!" "Thank you Betty, your black curly

Your grammar is fine. It's easy to read. That's all that really matters, I think.

Brett looked scared. "Mike, we''re going to have to give ourselves up." "I know.." I watched the news teams as they rushed around and set things up at the outer edge of the parking lot. The ATF seemed to be waiting for them. "Mike, here's how it's going to work." The Commander instructed me. "We are going to give you exactly ten minutes. You are going to strip down to your tightie whities, and come out with your hands over your head." "Okay Brett, I'll go.. I'll run up there, strip, and head out. I'll leave my phone on the floor inside. Watch the video. If I make it okay,

Mark Wilcox continued to talk with the city and the rest of the week breezed by without incident. I considered telling Brett about the problem with the City but ultimately decided against it. He had his hands full with the new teachers and our ever expanding group of kids. The weekend services went without a hitch. Our church was growing so fast that we were now using acres of mowed grass for parking. Sara and Brett seemed to be spending more time together during the daycare. Whether or not they were ever going to get back together it felt good seeing the family together. Things

Thank you. I am still writing more. I will post more soon.

A total of ten lawyers showed up Sunday afternoon. I told them about Griffin Thompson's warning. A lawyer named Mark snickered, "He's saying you don't know what you're doing and you need to get out before you get yourself into trouble.." "But aren't we Innocent until proven guilty?" I asked. "We don't have to prove ourselves innocent? They have to prove us guilty? Right?" "Look, we can check everything out. If it checks out we'll send a letter to the city. We'll say; 'We have examined 'The Arc's' daycare program. To the best of our knowledge the program is in full compliance wit

Betty grinned broadly at the News at Five cameramen, and then back at the large group protestors at the front of the church as we started our Sunday morning service. She was dressed in jeans, cowboy boots, and a black hoodie, with the hood up -- like the others "Good morning, I am Pastor Mike, and I would like to welcome you to 'The Arc'." I walked the stage as the protestors stood and raised the signs that showed the girls with colored hair. "Remember who they are! Remember who they are!" The protestors began to chant. "And here they are!" I announced. Betty, and the girls

We found the others gathered around a large table in one of the oddball rooms. Racheal had a blender out and was making mixed drinks. I helped myself to a big piece of pizza, and a drink, and sat down on one of the long side couches. "So Mike," Buck walked over to me, munching on a piece of pizza, and sipping a beer. "Have you made any money at all with this church?" "No.. but we're almost breaking even if you don't count the fine." "How long can you continue?" Buck sat down. "A long time. I'm making money off of some of my investments right now. I'm not going to

It has been a little long since I last posted. Sometimes I'm a little reluctant to post until I feel like I've written enough. Don't worry I'm getting back into this story. ------------------------ ------------------------ "Mike.." Betty watched as Sara passed out pictures and crayons to the kids at her table. "..my stepdads church had a youth group, young adults -- all the groups.. It's not a conspiracy. Churches just copy each other. They figure that if the other churches are doing it than there must be a good reason for doing it." ""I suppose.. I would

We left early Wednesday morning. "Mike, this car is starting to look like a piece of crap. Who kicked the door in?" Chris asked. "I don't know.. I'm not going to repair it..." "Mike, who was the old white guy in the baseball cap talking to you yesterday? Chris changed the subject. "Bob.." I couldn't remember his last name. "He gave me a list of suggestions. He's married but he wants us to divide our singles group up into different age groups. He wants us to start a youth group. He also wants us to send our youth on mission trips…" "Are you going to do those things?"

I wonder if Pastor Rick knew the original Pastor, of if he just found this place." I wondered out of the tunnel and into a small room that had been set up as a lounge. It contained a vinyl couch, and a large old TV set -- with a tiny screen -- on a flimsy looking stand. "I have a hunch he just found it." Betty walked over to a bulletin board covered with newspaper and magazine clippings. "The type of person who would build a place like this would keep it secret….. Huh.. he was obsessed with the Jesuits." "The Jesuits?" "A Catholic order. They call themselves the Society

Monday morning was more chaotic than I ever would have imagined. We organized the kids into groups of twenty at long tables with a preschool teacher and an assistant. "A lot of kids haven't eaten breakfast." Brett sighed. "Could we set up a breakfast for them? If they all ate breakfast here it would get them seated at their 'home' table and it would help us see who was here and who wasn't." "Yeah the food service asked me about breakfast. We have the money... I think we should provide breakfast and lunch for all of the kids." "And uniforms? Look at the clothes some of th

The Friday dinner was huge -- almost a thousand people attended. "Michael this is truly insane. How can you handle so many kids?" Sara covered her eyes with her hands. "What are you going to do? You are getting into something that is way over your head!" I shrugged my shoulders, "I'll do what I did with my investment group. I'll get ideas from people here and we'll all work together to develop a plan." "Michael! The reason daycare costs so much is that you have to pay people to manage all of the kids! The people who run daycare centers are not rich!" "I think we

"The King's Buffet?" Betty snickered. "It was where the kids wanted to go." "Yes, Uncle Mike." Betty sighed, "At least it's not going to cost you much." "Betty, you would be amazed at how much money I have." Brett gasped. "You guys really aren't married!" He threw up his hands and headed into the restaurant. Sara was waiting in line to put our name on the list. "I think we should get married." Betty watched Brett and Sara talk. "So people in our church don't find out?" "No," Betty gave me a dirty look. "Mike don't play dumb. I think we should get married."