Four Sons  

rm_sharksnsails 47M
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6/10/2006 8:20 pm

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Four Sons


++++Jacob Lents was an average man. Average height, average weight, slightly darker than brown hair, slightly lighter than brown eyes. Slightly more muscular than most men his age, but except for two things, pretty much average and "normal". One he was a private investigator and self employed, and two he had four sons, that carried his name, but not his blood. Two by his ex wife and two by his current but estranged wife. None of them were by what would be called infidelity, He married his first wife already with child, his second in the same condition, he niether knew nor cared about the sex of the children before they were born, he found himself irresistably drawn toward the idea of having a family, children, presents under the Christmas tree. He wanted to spend his weeknights and weekends teaching the young ones how to swim, how to ride a bike, how to catch and throw a ball, how to do a leg sweep while blocking a round house kick. He got precious little time with any of his children though, the first wife decided his dedication to long hours at work while trying to get ahead as an auditor in an accounting firm were too much for her and during their seperation found a man who was an unemployed dance instructor. His second was mesmerized by the Vegas lights, and her boyfriend lured her away with a faster life of glamour and play. Both were pregnant again before divorces finalized, both were single again before they were post-natal. Niether had been married to the fathers of any of their children.
+++ "You sure know how to pick 'em Jake" he thought to himself as he retied his tie for the second time, trying to get the double Windsor just right. He donned glasses that were fine wire rimmed and did nothing to improve his better than twenty-twenty sight, then put on the businesslike suit that was slightly more formal than a day jacket but perfectly understated for a subordinate in the employ of tonights "marks". ++++Tonight he was "Brent Wilson" and his well established cover was as an accountant, specializing in shady business practices regaurding the concealment of true wealth. The only thing that made this case intresting or different from his usual case is the people truly employing him were more discreet than his usual clientelle, who were, on the whole a pretty cautious bunch to begin with. Also, his current clients seemed possesed of a higher level of grace and class than the average suspicious business partner is given to. He liked these guys, his contacts, heck even his "mark" seemed to posses the grace, if not all the "class", of his employers. He really enjoyed this case, and it gave him a chance to run with some obviously high rollors, on someone else's dime.
+++++ "High rollors play high stakes games Jake. Watch your back out there" he said into the mirror as he checked his disguise one more time. Then he practiced his character "Brent Wilson" he said, than adjusted his voice a bit, took just a little of the strength and confidence out of it and tried again "Wilson, Brent Wilson". No, for tonight, a little more confidence, these are players, treat them strongly "Brent Wilson" he said again, in a tone that pleased him, then gave a smile and wink to his reflection, turned and left his studio apartment, flipping the light switch off as he left in a motion so graceful that had it been witnessed would have clearly betrayed his martial training.

PrincessKarma 45F
6188 posts
6/11/2006 2:37 pm

*gets some popcorn and a soft drink and settles down to read*

The Big Bang was the mother of all orgasms.PrincessKarma


rm_sharksnsails 47M
738 posts
6/11/2006 6:02 pm

very much ty PK,

aloha,
aaron


rm_sharksnsails 47M
738 posts
6/11/2006 8:03 pm

Jake slept on his mind racing with remembrances of a Christmas a decade ago. His wife brought him a cocoa, and finally he announced to his eager five year old son that he could open "one" present, but not the big one under the tree. In his eagerness to grab and unwrap a "second best" pick from the present pile he sent an apparently clear cue to his younger brother to ravage all the presents in the pile, a feat which was accomplished with a quickness that left nearly nothing wrapped but laughter for the child's faux pas, "Christmas Day will be celebrated Christmas Eve this year" he announced to the cheers of everyone, and after the children’s din of joy had worn itself down to a clamor of joy, followed later by a series of child like yawns of joy, followed by a long lap sit of joy and finally the most joy of all when parents carry their children, sleeping and content, in their arms to their beds to dream the carefree and guiltless dreams of youth, leaving parents the quite solitude which lends itself to another Yule tradition that children know not of...
"I found another present under the tree, Lisa. Holding up a small neatly wrapped box". "Well, I think somebody has been a very good boy this year, and is getting a special visit from Santa's helper this year..." she smiled back, with a gleam in her eye that was both hunting and submissive, and foretold clearly of what was to come. As she continued to hold her tiny but well decorated present in one hand (the arm of which was wrapped around him as she sat in his lap) She used her free hand to bring the cup with the third warm drink of the evening to his lips. First was cocoa, second was warm egg nog with a generous spike, third was red wine with a cinnamon stick, then, aha, it would be to bed..... As the warm drink reached his lips he tasted.... blood..... "blood?" The happy scene went black, the soreness from every part of his wracked body flooded into his weary mind as he suddenly remembered how he came to be in this trunk. Well he remembered bits and pieces.... a slide show that began at once to alert him of the pending doom which awaited him if he did not act quickly. Now the scenes were become a reel - and the film appeared to hold a very bad finish for the hero indeed.

Sharks


rm_sharksnsails 47M
738 posts
6/11/2006 8:09 pm

Jake slept on - his mind racing with remembrances of a Christmas a decade ago. His wife brought him a cocoa, and finally he announced to his eager five year old son that he could open "one" present, but not the big one under the tree. In his eagerness to grab and unwrap a "second best" pick from the present pile he sent an apparently clear cue to his younger brother to ravage all the presents in the pile, a feat which was accomplished with a quickness that left nearly nothing wrapped but laughter for the child's faux pas, "Christmas Day will be celebrated Christmas Eve this year" he announced to the cheers of everyone, and after the children’s din of joy had worn itself down to a clamor of joy, followed later by a series of child like yawns of joy, followed by a long lap sit of joy and finally the most joy of all when parents carry their children, sleeping and content, in their arms to their beds to dream the carefree and guiltless dreams of youth, leaving parents the quiet solitude which lends itself to another Yule tradition that children know not of...
"I found another present under the tree, Lisa." he said holding up a small neatly wrapped box. "Well, I think somebody has been a very good boy this year, and is getting a special visit from Santa's helper this year..." she smiled back, with a gleam in her eye that was both huntress and submissive, and foretold clearly of what was to come. As she continued to hold her tiny but well decorated present in one hand (the arm of which was wrapped around him as she sat in his lap) She used her free hand to bring the evening's third cup warm drink to his lips. First was cocoa, second was warm egg nog with a generous spike, third was red wine with a cinnamon stick, then, aha, it would be "to bed"..... As the warm drink reached his lips he tasted.... blood..... "blood?" The happy scene went black. The soreness from every part of his wracked body flooded into his weary mind. Suddenly he remembered how he came to be in this trunk. Well he remembered bits and pieces.... a slide show that began at once to alert him of the pending doom which awaited him if he did not act quickly. Now the scenes became a reel - and the film appeared to hold a very bad finish for the hero indeed.

Sharks


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