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arguments for doing anything else with the money, I call up a manufacturer in
Cumbernauld I've heard good things about and talk to one of the salespeople. I
discuss what I want with him and we agree I might as well go for a 486.
This means spending a little more money than I'd been thinking of, but it'll
be worth it in the end. A
decent-sized hard disk is a necessity too, and a spare battery, naturally.
Plus I'll need cabling to transfer data between the PC at home and the
lap-top. And of course for a little extra I can have a removable hard disk,
which not only makes my data more secure but allows for easy up-grading of the
disk unit if it ever proves too small. This is a quality machine after all and
I won't need to change it for years. It's worth the little extra to
future-proof it. They don't do part-exchange but the salesman can't imagine me
having any problems selling a Toshiba, even an old one; they do have a good
name, after all.
We settle on the exact specification. They have one in stock. I can pick it up
today, tomorrow, whenever, or they can deliver within forty-eight hours for a
tenner.
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I decide I'll go and get it. I give them my credit-card number for the deposit
and agree to show up at the factory within the next couple of hours. I'll have
to buy the blighter on credit; the manufacturers have a deal with a financing
company that sounds reasonable. (I'm close to the limit of my bank overdraft,
even though it's nearly time for my salary to lift my bank account briefly
into the black before it settles comfortably and familiarly back into the red
for the rest of the month.) There are bills to pay but they can wait.
I'm so excited I finish the whisky story in half an hour.
'Right, Frank,' I tell him, pulling on my jacket. 'I'm off to Cumbernauld.'
'Ah, you mean Cumbered.'
'What?'
'Spell-check; "Cumbered". Ha ha.'
'Oh yeah; ha ha.'
'Will we be seeing you later?'
'Doubtful.'
*
I circle the room, breathing quick and deep. She swivels, following me, facing
me, her body glistening.
I'm breathing hard too; chest heaving, hands out in front of me, feet
squeaking on the tiles. I'm conscious of my cock swinging between my legs. She
gives a half-grunt, half laugh, and jumps towards the bath. I
catch her ankle as her leap turns into a feint and she darts the other way,
hauling the door open. Her oiled skin slides through my fingers as I stagger
and almost fall into the Jacuzzi, banging a knee on its tiled platform while
she disappears through the doorway, slamming the door behind her. I quickly
rub my knee where I banged it, then pull the door open and race through the
dressing room to the dimly lit bedroom.
No sign. I stand there, rubbing my knee, breathing through my mouth to make
less noise so that I'll hear her. The bed is king-size, still rumpled, its
mahogany foot- and headboards shining lustrously in the glow from the
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concealed lighting behind the bedside cabinets and shelving system. I pad over
to the bedside, glance back to the dressing-room door, then squat slowly,
feeling my prick slide caught between my calves with a delicious, anticipatory
thrill. I pull up the covers fallen over the side of the bed and glance
quickly underneath.
There's a hint of sudden noise behind me and I start to turn and rise
(thinking, She was in the dressing-
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Complicity room wardrobe), but it's too late. She crashes into my back and
side, knocking the wind out of me and bowling me over onto the bed, landing me
on my face on the creased black satin sheets and trapping my dick painfully
back between my thighs; before I can do much she's straddling me; slim, hard
legs slipping oiled over my flanks while her taut little bum crunches down
into the middle of my back, winding me further. She grabs my right arm, twists
it until I shout - breathlessly - in pain and hauls it up my back towards my
neck, pinning it there, about a centimetre below where it would hurt
unbearably, and only a few more further down from where the humerus would
break. Serves me right for playing this sort of game with a woman who ran a
self-defence course for female students, still regularly thrashes me at squash
with technique or power depending on what sort of mood she's in, and does
serious weights. I slap the slick black sheets with my other hand.
'All right. You win.'
She grunts, then pushes my arm that extra centimetre until I yelp in pain. 'I
said all right!' I shout. 'I'll do anything!'
She lets go, rolls off me and lies there beside me, panting, laughing through
each breath, her breasts rising and falling and jiggling all at once and her
flat belly gently shaking. I lever myself up and throw myself on top of her
but she's rolling away and I thump onto the sheets as she pulls one leg from
beneath me and stands, arms on her hips at the side of the bed, looking down
at me. Her feet are planted a metre apart and
I stare at her black V of pubic hair, moaning softly.
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arguments for doing anything else with the money, I call up a manufacturer in
Cumbernauld I've heard good things about and talk to one of the salespeople. I
discuss what I want with him and we agree I might as well go for a 486.
This means spending a little more money than I'd been thinking of, but it'll
be worth it in the end. A
decent-sized hard disk is a necessity too, and a spare battery, naturally.
Plus I'll need cabling to transfer data between the PC at home and the
lap-top. And of course for a little extra I can have a removable hard disk,
which not only makes my data more secure but allows for easy up-grading of the
disk unit if it ever proves too small. This is a quality machine after all and
I won't need to change it for years. It's worth the little extra to
future-proof it. They don't do part-exchange but the salesman can't imagine me
having any problems selling a Toshiba, even an old one; they do have a good
name, after all.
We settle on the exact specification. They have one in stock. I can pick it up
today, tomorrow, whenever, or they can deliver within forty-eight hours for a
tenner.
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[1/19/03 9:57:00 PM]
Complicity
I decide I'll go and get it. I give them my credit-card number for the deposit
and agree to show up at the factory within the next couple of hours. I'll have
to buy the blighter on credit; the manufacturers have a deal with a financing
company that sounds reasonable. (I'm close to the limit of my bank overdraft,
even though it's nearly time for my salary to lift my bank account briefly
into the black before it settles comfortably and familiarly back into the red
for the rest of the month.) There are bills to pay but they can wait.
I'm so excited I finish the whisky story in half an hour.
'Right, Frank,' I tell him, pulling on my jacket. 'I'm off to Cumbernauld.'
'Ah, you mean Cumbered.'
'What?'
'Spell-check; "Cumbered". Ha ha.'
'Oh yeah; ha ha.'
'Will we be seeing you later?'
'Doubtful.'
*
I circle the room, breathing quick and deep. She swivels, following me, facing
me, her body glistening.
I'm breathing hard too; chest heaving, hands out in front of me, feet
squeaking on the tiles. I'm conscious of my cock swinging between my legs. She
gives a half-grunt, half laugh, and jumps towards the bath. I
catch her ankle as her leap turns into a feint and she darts the other way,
hauling the door open. Her oiled skin slides through my fingers as I stagger
and almost fall into the Jacuzzi, banging a knee on its tiled platform while
she disappears through the doorway, slamming the door behind her. I quickly
rub my knee where I banged it, then pull the door open and race through the
dressing room to the dimly lit bedroom.
No sign. I stand there, rubbing my knee, breathing through my mouth to make
less noise so that I'll hear her. The bed is king-size, still rumpled, its
mahogany foot- and headboards shining lustrously in the glow from the
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concealed lighting behind the bedside cabinets and shelving system. I pad over
to the bedside, glance back to the dressing-room door, then squat slowly,
feeling my prick slide caught between my calves with a delicious, anticipatory
thrill. I pull up the covers fallen over the side of the bed and glance
quickly underneath.
There's a hint of sudden noise behind me and I start to turn and rise
(thinking, She was in the dressing-
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[1/19/03 9:57:00 PM]
Complicity room wardrobe), but it's too late. She crashes into my back and
side, knocking the wind out of me and bowling me over onto the bed, landing me
on my face on the creased black satin sheets and trapping my dick painfully
back between my thighs; before I can do much she's straddling me; slim, hard
legs slipping oiled over my flanks while her taut little bum crunches down
into the middle of my back, winding me further. She grabs my right arm, twists
it until I shout - breathlessly - in pain and hauls it up my back towards my
neck, pinning it there, about a centimetre below where it would hurt
unbearably, and only a few more further down from where the humerus would
break. Serves me right for playing this sort of game with a woman who ran a
self-defence course for female students, still regularly thrashes me at squash
with technique or power depending on what sort of mood she's in, and does
serious weights. I slap the slick black sheets with my other hand.
'All right. You win.'
She grunts, then pushes my arm that extra centimetre until I yelp in pain. 'I
said all right!' I shout. 'I'll do anything!'
She lets go, rolls off me and lies there beside me, panting, laughing through
each breath, her breasts rising and falling and jiggling all at once and her
flat belly gently shaking. I lever myself up and throw myself on top of her
but she's rolling away and I thump onto the sheets as she pulls one leg from
beneath me and stands, arms on her hips at the side of the bed, looking down
at me. Her feet are planted a metre apart and
I stare at her black V of pubic hair, moaning softly.
'Patience,' she says, taking a deeper breath and sliding a hand through her [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]