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This week with Arlene and Jeff:
...“I do not like this, Jeff. She’s sixteen, for goodness sake.”
“Di, she has the heart of a warrior, just like Kayla.”
“Fuck that. She’s my daughter,” the Queen almost snarled...
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Roust
This week with Arlene and Jeff:
...“But… I enjoyed some of it,” Hope whispered. “I hated most of it, but sometimes… sometimes I came. I orgasmed. I’m a whore.”
Jennie wrapped her sister in her arms, Hope’s body now wracked with sobs. “Hush, Baby. Hush. You’re not a whore. You’re just normal,” Jennie kept saying as she added her tears to Hope’s.
After a few minutes, Jennie pushed back to look Hope in the eye. “You were raped. You were raped every time you did it against your will. And… our bodies are designed to respond to a man’s cock inside us. From what I’ve read, it’s not that unusual for a woman to orgasm while she’s being raped – no matter how much she hates what’s being done to her.”...
Have a goodun;
Roust
This week with Arlene and Jeff:
...Thinking they were bringing more food, Arthur hastened to say, “That steak was wonderful…”
“That’s good,” Jeff said. “We were hoping you would like the meal. We expected you to be very hungry, but this isn’t about food. Let’s all have a seat, if you don’t mind. We have a lot to talk about.”
Somewhat puzzled, the Jacksons glanced at each other and sat on the couch. Jeff and Diana slid seats over, but Dave and Evie sat a little farther away.
Jeff hesitated, leaning forward in his seat, wondering how to proceed. “Uh, I guess you two have noticed the changes in your bodies – the changes in your apparent health?”
Arthur just nodded, but Wilma blurted, “I saw something. I saw a hand come past the bedroom door, and it had something in it. Then everything turned blue, and I had weird dreams involving a blue light.”...
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Roust
This week with Arlene and Jeff:
...Time, as it does, drifted onward while the contract was read and finalized, nearing the signing stage. “We’re all in agreement then?” Jeff’s attorney asked.
There were affirmative comments all around, with Arthur Jackson giving his quiet agreement, but Jeff had not said anything.
“Mr. Matthews?” the attorney said.
There was a moment of silence, then, “No,” Jeff said into the quiet of the room.
From the Jacksons’ attorney, “No? But…”
Everyone stared at Jeff. “Oh, I agree with the contents of the contract as it stands, but… I think we need to attach an addendum.”...
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Roust
This week with Arlene and Jeff:
...After a bit, the conversation lagged for a moment until Wainwright turned to Dave. “How’s business?”
“Oh,” Dave said, sitting his coffee cup on a nearby table as he stood to cut himself another piece of the sweet roll, “about par for the beginning of winter.” Glancing at Frank, he motioned to the roll, but Frank shook his head.
Seated again, Dave continued, “We have several inside jobs going, and on good days we get some other work done outside. We finally had some warm weather and got the foundations poured for Martha’s restaurant. In a few days, we’ll be in the dry there and can work inside. We also have a small strip mall we’re renovating, as well as several other projects, plus several houses that Evie and I bought. We cut back on hours when we have to, but we try to keep everyone working. We also try to encourage vacations in the winter, but people with kids can’t do that very well.”
“I need someone to build a town.”...
Have a goodun;
Roust