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I had decided to go back to school and work on a degree, so I could do something different with my life. At forty five, I was semi retired as a general contractor, but I wanted to do something that was both fun, and would sock away even more cash for another ten years or so. I was initially greeted with some skepticism by the other, much younger students, but they soon came to realize I was pretty savvy to the real world, and didn't take any crap from the professors either. While considerably older than everyone I was hanging out with, I still looked a lot younger, and acted that way as well. It wasn't long before everyone pretty much accepted me as someone they could both hang out with and trust, so after a month or so, I was invited to an underground party that was being put on in an old warehouse near the docks. We weren't given any further instructions until thirty minutes prior to its kicking off, to lessen the chances of it being infiltrated by some undercover cops.

August 8 So I talked with Nika last night and it was weird. Like, weirder in ways I couldn't have predicted. So while Jamie's learning how to apply makeup and puzzling out how to pronounce mascara, I'm going to type out my encounter. And I'm offering no help with his struggles to read the tiny text on the make up tube as he might be the only person on the planet trying to do so. I worked as normal and upon clocking out, I checked my phone as I already had the address punched into a map to guide me there. And making that drive alone was kinda freaking me out, especially when I got to those rich few blocks by the upscale stores, most of the houses so far back on sprawling properties it was darker here than most other streets. Finally I got to the right place, a metal gate blocking my way and I sat before it, car idling as I prepared to send Nika a message before it opened on it's own. Being completely honest, I nearly kicked it in reverse right then and got the fuck

Ephus - A demigod possessing the power to repower the gods Quinn Markov - human wife of Ephus ----------------------------------- Norse Deities -------------- Odin - War god, main god of the Norse gods Freya - a goddess associated with love, beauty, fertility, sex, war, gold, and seiðr. Frigg - Wife of Odin, promoter of marriage and fertility Loki - a mischievous god who can shape-shift and can take up animalistic forms. -------------------------- Valkyries ---------- Brynhildr - Armor Battle Eir - Peace, clemency Geirahöð - names means spear - fight Göndul - War Valkyrie Prima - Name means fight -------------------------------- Egyptian Deities ----------------- Bast - Goddess of cats, protection, joy, dance, music, family, and love Serket - Goddess of scorpions, medicine, magic, and healing venomous stings and bites -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Ephus eyes suddenly snapped open, where in the hell

A week had passed since I'd gotten drunk and fucked my wife's BFF on the couch as Cindy, my wife, lay in the hospital 7 months pregnant with my unborn child. He was our roommate and slept on the sofa while Cindy and I shared the bedroom. More on that in Part One if you want to catch up on the background. Anyway, I'd gotten drunk and he basically seduced me. I'm straight. I've never done anything with a guy before, and only did it with him because it had been 7 months without sex from my pregnant wife... Oh, and I was drunk... Like REALLY drunk. That day I'd killed half a bottle of Jack Daniels right before it happened. So that combined with my blue balls is why it happened. It happened once, and I told myself it wasn't going to happen again. I mean... I'm not gay and this was just a one-time thing. Not that I have any complaints. Chad, the little twink who's still a cheerleader for Ohio State and does yoga gave me the best blow job I've ever ha

Told from both a male and female viewpoint. The male perspective is from me, the female from my Scandinavian friend, Paula, who's idea this story was. Enjoy and, of course, vote, and feedback always greatly appreciated. ----- "Damn it, Bill -- just admit it. You've been a corporate whore for the last ten years! You know what you're selling does nothing, it's just pablum to make the customer feel good, and you charge a small fortune for it." It was an argument we had at every conference; as far as I was concerned, Bill had turned into a corporate whore -- taking money and telling customers he was doing something, but the only thing of 'value' that he was doing was fleecing their bankbooks. It did not matter that we had studied the same courses at the same university; when we graduated, he had immediately gone into the business world while I'd continued on to a yet higher education. "Bullshit! We're selling what the industry standard is,