She slid her lithe and supple body up in between Kerry's silken thighs and drew her mouth closer to the meaty, pink swollen lips she had so long desired. She would go slowly at first, feigning the inexperience that had drawn the worldly Kerry to her in the first place. Soon Kerry would be totally hers though, with her beautiful fists twisting the cotton sheets and writhing in complete ecstasy. After all, no one was, or would be cool with the truth of her past. Never forgotten and still…

Leather bound books on dusty mahogany shelves, a hopefully fake ivory tusk umbrella stand loaded with black and tartan brollies wood handled and expensive looking.

A tumbler of forgotten scotch left next to a much chewed cherry wood Dunhill pipe.

Even the air in his study was thickened with a propensity for pompous self righteousness.

A very respected judge, perhaps you know of his kind, reserved professional, private and well connected.

Ironic really, standing…

The turkey is cold now, it's bones thoroughly picked clean of  the easy protein, all of it hermetically packed in plastic and deposited in the deep freeze, or stored for more immediate use in somewhat milder climes.

Still, when we open the fridge the dish of cold crimson cranberry glop glares back, just daring someone to find a suitable culinary outcome for that which none of us truly like.

Oh we must have it on the table though, once a year there it is, purchased,opened and…

My little buddies and I would gather up interesting rocks and cradle them in our dirty stretched out t-shirts and run to show him our treasures.

He would look up from his reading and push his glasses full on and attentively look at each one.

"Granite" he would say, or maybe "feldspar" or "quartz" and occasionally, "there's some nickel in this one".

"Like to make nickels"?

"No, you would need quite a bit more for even one nickel, but there are lots of them out…