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Original - Misc › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
10
Views:
2,491
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction about oral and anal sex between adults and minors of both sexes. The characters, locations & incidents are fictional. Any resemblance to actual events or locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely co
Part 10
©2009 Herb Cat. Do not reproduce or distribute this story without the author's permission.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herbcatwriter@yahoo.com. Thank you.
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Part 10
The day was a whirlwind of activity, with meetings and photographers and lunch with all the executives. The Wilsons got a tour of the publishing plant. They were given samples of other Prairie Scribe books. They saw a mockup of Frankie's book and of the press release and publicity flyer.
When they got back to Doreen's house, they were tired.
After supper, while Ginny helped Doreen clean the dishes, Frankie was snooping around in the living room and saw the old newspaper article. He read it several times and then went into the kitchen. "I think I'll go to bed now."
"That's a good idea, Honey. Tomorrow's another busy day and tomorrow night we fly home."
Again, he snuck up into the attic and sat on the couch. "Psst, Gillie, are you here?" Nothing. Frankie took off his clothes. "Come on, Buddy, don't hide on me." He started rubbing his dick. "Please talk to me again." Suddenly, he felt someone pressed against his hip. "Hi, Gillie! I'm glad you're still here."
"I always like to see you, Lenny."
"Yeah, all right. Anyway, did you think about what we talked about last night?" Frankie felt a large hand on his dick. "Yeah, that's it, Gillie. You see, I like it. And if we both like it, then it isn't a bad thing, is it?"
"I'm not bad?"
"No, Gillie. You're a good man. You were good to Lenny. He liked you."
"We won't go to hell?"
"Hell, no!! In fact, Grandpa, I mean Lenny, he's in heaven now. And he was surprised you wasn't there yet. He really wants you to hurry up and join him there. You've been taking too long hanging around this old school house."
"I'm sorry he was the one to find me, after what I did."
"He was mad about that, Gillie. But I'm sure he forgave you." Remembering what his brother once told him, he added, "When you love someone, you can't stay mad for long, you know."
"So I can go to heaven?"
"Sure you can, Gillie. Jesus loves you. Pastor Don says Jesus loves everyone." Frankie sat in the quiet and the dark. The presence seemed much more relaxed now. "Uh, Gillie, just one thing before you go?"
"What's that, Frankie?" The boy smiled; he finally got his name right. He wasn't confused any more.
"Could you please fuck me one more time before you go?"
The next day was another round of meetings with lawyers, copy editors, layout editors, and sales staff. Ginny and Frankie would have been overwhelmed, but Doreen Riley guided them through the maze. When the driver came to take them back to the airport, Doreen turned to Ginny, "I really enjoyed our time together. I feel I've made a real friend. Please come visit anytime you're near Chicago again."
"Thank you for everything, Doreen. This could have been a harrowing experience, but you made it pleasant all around." Perhaps Doreen was expecting a return invitation, but Ginny didn't offer one. Doreen leaned over and kissed her new friend on the lips.
Then she took Frankie's hand. "So, tell me young man, do you think the attic is really haunted like my nephews say?"
Uh oh. So she knew he had snuck up there. "No, Ms. Riley. I know for a fact there ain't no ghost up there now."
"Well, that's a big relief. I wouldn't want him coming down the stairs some wintry night looking to snack on my toes!"
.oOo.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herbcatwriter@yahoo.com. Thank you.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herbcatwriter@yahoo.com. Thank you.
.oOo.
Part 10
The day was a whirlwind of activity, with meetings and photographers and lunch with all the executives. The Wilsons got a tour of the publishing plant. They were given samples of other Prairie Scribe books. They saw a mockup of Frankie's book and of the press release and publicity flyer.
When they got back to Doreen's house, they were tired.
After supper, while Ginny helped Doreen clean the dishes, Frankie was snooping around in the living room and saw the old newspaper article. He read it several times and then went into the kitchen. "I think I'll go to bed now."
"That's a good idea, Honey. Tomorrow's another busy day and tomorrow night we fly home."
Again, he snuck up into the attic and sat on the couch. "Psst, Gillie, are you here?" Nothing. Frankie took off his clothes. "Come on, Buddy, don't hide on me." He started rubbing his dick. "Please talk to me again." Suddenly, he felt someone pressed against his hip. "Hi, Gillie! I'm glad you're still here."
"I always like to see you, Lenny."
"Yeah, all right. Anyway, did you think about what we talked about last night?" Frankie felt a large hand on his dick. "Yeah, that's it, Gillie. You see, I like it. And if we both like it, then it isn't a bad thing, is it?"
"I'm not bad?"
"No, Gillie. You're a good man. You were good to Lenny. He liked you."
"We won't go to hell?"
"Hell, no!! In fact, Grandpa, I mean Lenny, he's in heaven now. And he was surprised you wasn't there yet. He really wants you to hurry up and join him there. You've been taking too long hanging around this old school house."
"I'm sorry he was the one to find me, after what I did."
"He was mad about that, Gillie. But I'm sure he forgave you." Remembering what his brother once told him, he added, "When you love someone, you can't stay mad for long, you know."
"So I can go to heaven?"
"Sure you can, Gillie. Jesus loves you. Pastor Don says Jesus loves everyone." Frankie sat in the quiet and the dark. The presence seemed much more relaxed now. "Uh, Gillie, just one thing before you go?"
"What's that, Frankie?" The boy smiled; he finally got his name right. He wasn't confused any more.
"Could you please fuck me one more time before you go?"
The next day was another round of meetings with lawyers, copy editors, layout editors, and sales staff. Ginny and Frankie would have been overwhelmed, but Doreen Riley guided them through the maze. When the driver came to take them back to the airport, Doreen turned to Ginny, "I really enjoyed our time together. I feel I've made a real friend. Please come visit anytime you're near Chicago again."
"Thank you for everything, Doreen. This could have been a harrowing experience, but you made it pleasant all around." Perhaps Doreen was expecting a return invitation, but Ginny didn't offer one. Doreen leaned over and kissed her new friend on the lips.
Then she took Frankie's hand. "So, tell me young man, do you think the attic is really haunted like my nephews say?"
Uh oh. So she knew he had snuck up there. "No, Ms. Riley. I know for a fact there ain't no ghost up there now."
"Well, that's a big relief. I wouldn't want him coming down the stairs some wintry night looking to snack on my toes!"
.oOo.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herbcatwriter@yahoo.com. Thank you.