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 NEIGHBORS 21

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   Author's Notes: NEIGHBOR'S is second book of the Gold Club Series.  Book
Two deals with the seduction and recruitment of a respectable 40-something
couple into the bisexual, anything goes, Gold Club.  After a few short
weeks of progressive debasement and debauchery, Jim and Candice willing
commit heretofore-unthinkable sexual acts.  (MF, M+F, M+F+, Mf, MM, FF,
MmF, oral, anal, exhib, interr, ws, mast, inc, preg, cons)

   NEIGHBORS By Art Martin CHAPTER 21

   FRIDAY - WEEK THREE



   Next morning Karen called in to work and told them she wouldn't be in
today.  She started crying again as she described the DEA's violation of
her home and the mess they caused.  Josh got up and went to work, without
so much as saying goodbye.

   I too had to go in a little while but I wasn't in a big hurry.  I tried
to console Karen and help her pick up the mess, but she didn't want any
help, mainly because I didn't know where to put things.  I finally resigned
myself to the fact that she was not going to be much fun this morning, but
still managed to get in a quick screw, then I said my goodbyes.  I left
through the backdoor, the front door having been nailed shut last night.

   I found some breakfast and made my way back to the rig, where I spent
the day watching the Playboy channel as the hours slipped away, drinking
coffee and Donk's vegetable concoction chasing a capsule of SE-42.  I had
developed a taste for the stuff and was now almost religious in drinking
several glasses or bottles of it a day.  The stuff was keeping me horny
which I didn't mind even though it was distracting at times.

   While sitting there I kept thinking of my kids and I finally decided
there wasn't much I could do about it except cause them some grief.  What's
done is done, and there is nothing I could do or say that would change the
past.  Considering that past there wasn't much chance I could change the
present or the future either.  They were all over eighteen and what they
did was their business, not mine.  Besides I would be a hypocrite to
criticize them now.

   All I could do was enjoy the explicit videos over and over, and some how
get even with Jack.  As the videos replayed in mind, I got so bothered that
I took a ride, out to a deserted oil filed road and whacked off.

   Mike called wanting to know if I was going to make it back today.  I
told him it would be tomorrow, and that I would keep in touch.  He planned
to leave that evening and I would have to get in touch with him or Bob at
State U.  tomorrow.  I told him I wouldn't bother going back to Rockford
tomorrow, instead I would fly in to Appleton, get a motel and sleep until
around game time.  I gave him the name of where I would be staying, and he
agreed to pick me up there.

   We were finally ready to rig up logging tools around 5:00 PM, running
wire-line tests through the night.  We determined that the main objective
reservoir was severely depleted without any hope of production, but we
found a stray sand stringer that was charged with gas.  We had no idea how
extensive the stringer was but I was in favor of running production casing
and completing the well.  Having put in my opinion and authorizing the
operator to complete the well, I offered to pick up the interest of any
participant who decided not to go forward with the completion attempt. 
Around 4 AM I took a nap before heading to the Houston airport.

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