This is a test.
From the Danielle short story in The Benjamin Chronicles
A Novella by Kaitlyn K
Danielle pays Benjamin good money to fuck here.
“How much?” he asked.
Danielle was taken aback slightly. It was plain no one had ever offered her money in exchange for sex before.
After a few seconds it was equally obvious she wasn’t rejecting the matter out of hand, either. She was obviously considering it.
“A thousand dollars,” she said, as if she routinely issued quotes for access to her body.
“All right.”
The pair stood there for a couple of seconds.
“You have a thousand dollars on you?” Danielle asked.
Benjamin shook his head dismissively.
“No, not me, silly. You. You pay me a thousand dollars.”
“I pay you?” Danielle’s tone was incredulous.
“Yeah. You can afford it, plus you’re the one who’s half-dressed and wearing six-inch heels.”
They were standing between the bed and armoire. Benjamin reached out with an index finger and ran it from her chin, down her throat and between her large, firm tits. Then Benjamin took off his coat and started removing his tie.
“What makes you think I pay for sex?”
It runs in the family, that’s why.
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From the Elaine short story in The Benjamin Chronicles
A Novella by Kaitlyn K
Benjamin seduces a United States ambassador.
“Oh, the by-laws are very clear on the matter,” Benjamin said. “The older broad pays for the room.”
Elaine laughed.
“I am the older broad,” Elaine said with relish. “Very well.” Elaine sounded very much like an ambassador who had just conceded a point in complex trade negotiations.
She opened her purse, removed her wallet and fished out a one hundred dollar bill. She handed it to Benjamin with a familiarity that gave the impression she routinely handed one hundred dollar bills to younger men in front of by-the-hour motels. Benjamin took the bill, considered the matter for a second, folded it in half, then stuffed it Elaine’s blouse.
“You get it,” he said.
The United States Ambassador to Trgloshistan looked at Benjamin as if Benjamin had suggested she, well, go acquire a room at a by-the-hour motel for the purposes of engaging in sexual relations with a commoner.
“I can’t get it!”
“Elaine, it’s unlikely anybody here will recognize the US Ambassador to whatever the hell your embassy is.”
Elaine laughed. After a second she smiled mischievously. She wondered how many other women who were products of Wellesley, Penn and the University of Chicago had procured by-the-hour rooms. Elaine suspected the number was probably a lot less than the number that really wanted to.
“All right,” she said, smiling. “How long should I get it for?”
“Depends. How horny are you, Madam Ambassador?
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From the Haley short story in The Benjamin Chronicles
A Novella by Kaitlyn K
Haley allows her BFFs mom’s boyfriend to seduce her.
Benjamin’s tenderness surprised Haley. Courtney had told Haley that Benjamin would be an animal, all over her immediately with a cock that was ready and able to fuck some teenaged pussy, but here Haley was being held and caressed and told how beautiful and loved she was and what the hell was that about? She wanted to be called the same filthy names Courtney had been called and was wondering where her “fucking cunt” and “pussy whore” were.
She had heard that older men liked to do that shit sometimes, though, cuddle and snuggle and crap like that, so she put up with Benjamin’s relentless tenderness. She actually kind of liked it because it was plain Benjamin genuinely liked her and was there for more than some teen-aged pussy and after a bit Haley found she really liked the attention and affection Benjamin was providing because her husband, who probably didn’t know any better, certainly wasn’t providing it.
After a while, it became clear to Haley she had needed to be held and caressed and paid attention to and told how beautiful she was and not treated merely like teenaged pussy. It was equally clear Benjamin knew this and so she waited patiently while Benjamin treated her like he was in love with her.
Benjamin then got to work and started fingering Haley’s pussy.
Haley had never been fingered before, at least by someone other than herself. Or Courtney that one time.
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From the Courtney short story in The Benjamin Chronicles
A Novella by Kaitlyn K
Courtney allows her mother’s boyfriend to seduce her.
“Did you miss me, Benjamin?” Courtney had asked coyly upon her return.
Courtney allowed Benjamin to kiss her cheek.
“I did princess,” Benjamin said. For emphasis, Benjamin put his hand, not too fraternally, on Courtney’s thigh. When she didn’t throw her napkin on the table, stand up and walkout Benjamin slid the hand down Courtney’s leg. When this wasn’t met with violent disapproval, either, Benjamin slid his hand back up her leg and up her thigh a little bit.
Their eyes met. Or would have had Courtney not been staring at Benjamin’s mouth.
Benjamin put a hand on Courtney’s cheek and kissed her.
This wasn’t met with any particular disapproval either. For his part, Benjamin couldn’t be bothered to sound the alarm when Courtney put her 19-year-old tongue in his 41-year-old mouth.
Wordlessly, Benjamin pinned Courtney to the hotel room wall, almost before the door was closed.
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From
The Benjamin Chronicles
A novel by Kaitlyn K
In today’s excerpt Benjamin and Emily have phone sex.
It was while Emily continued to detail her thoughts on what Benjamin fucking her felt like that Benjamin had the brilliant idea of taking pics of his cock and sending them to Emily. Benjamin was on his couch and his laptop was on the coffee table so Benjamin positioned the laptop, activated the camera on top of the monitor, then adjusted it so his really hard, fairly-large-for-a-white-guy cock was in the center of the frame. He took several pics, saved them, then sent them to Emily.
Emily had just finished coming for the second or third time when Benjamin told her to check her email.
Emily checked it on her phone.
“You sent pics.”
“Yeah, open ‘em. Let me know what you think.”
It took a few seconds while Emily complied.
“Oh my,” she said. “That is certainly ready to go.”
“Why do you think that is young lady?”
“Because you’re a horny old man.”
Benjamin laughed. He didn’t bother to deny the charge.
“Here, lover,” Emily said. “Stand by. I am going to reciprocate by giving your horny ass its first look at my naked body.”
Emily took some pics of her lying in bed. It took a while because she got up off the couch to complete her mission.
“You know, I kinda like posing for my dirty old man.”
“Good.”
“Is your cock in your hand?”
“Oh yeah,” Benjamin said.
“Oh yeah, what?”
Benjamin laughed.
“Oh yeah, ma’am. My shlong is in my hand.”
“Is it at attention?”
“You have visual evidence that shows that to be the case, counselor.”
“Check your email, old man.”
Benjamin did so.
“Oh, my,” Benjamin said. Emily had sent a face shot, tits, pussy, legs, laying down, a full-frontal mirror shot, you name it.
“You are as beautiful as I dreamed, lover.”
“Thank you.”
It will be nice to have these for reference as we fuck tonight.”
“Yes,” Emily said, getting ready to dive in. “That cock of yours needs to be inside my mouth, old man…”
The next morning Benjamin had an email from Emily. There was no message, only an attached video. Benjamin played it. It was obviously shot from her phone and showed Emily’s face while she was just as obviously fingering herself. After coming Emily looked straight into the camera and, for Benjamin’s benefit, licked her lips.
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Stuff 2 Know
July 23, 2019
Notes from around our human experience, including Philosophy 101, On This Date and an excerpt from one of my books.
PHILOSOPHY 101
“We are going to sing so that they will remember this for the rest of their lives. There is no other reason to do it, folks, none.”
Garrison Keillor
Love Me
We will always be grateful for this quote because it utterly crystalizes what we try to do. A version of it appears at the top of whatever doc I’m writing on because if we are not writing so you will remember it forever and ever every time we sit down to ply this trade, then we are not writing, we are merely typing and we are wasting your time and ours.
Those who believe that only those people who amuse or entertain or thrill us can do something memorable are wrong. Nothing is further from the truth. Every single one of us can do something memorable. Based on those whom we remember, it can be anyone. Sure, teachers and coaches and masters have left their mark on us, but so have sports officials, waiters and waitresses and auto mechanics. What those who have left their mark on us have in common is they were doing what they were meant to be doing with their lives.
There is no other reason to do it, folks, none…
What are you doing that people will remember for the rest of their lives? As noted, what it is is of no consequence. We write. Bully for us. There are a lot of people who won’t read this, a loss they appear to be taking disappointingly well. No matter. It is sufficient that we wrote this because we would not be doing anyone any good if we hadn’t.
Why you do something is all that matters. If you are acting because of force deep inside you, if you are following your heart and trusting your instincts, if you are living the life you are meant to live, then you are doing yourselves and everyone around you the most good.
Garrison Keillor is an American humorist.
Running The Numbers
Our national debt as I write this is $22.525 trillion. and America has been at war for 10,809 consecutive days.
QWERTY
The machine that would eventually become the typewriter, then known as the typographer, is patented by American inventor William Austin Burt on this date in 1829. Burt had built his typographer to help out with the correspondence required in his job as a government surveyor. Burt also invented the solar compass and the equatorial sextant.
Uh, We’ll Be Experiencing A Slightly Rough Landing
What History now refers to as the Gimli Glider, Air Canada Flight 143, lands without fuel at a former Royal Canadian Air Force Base west of Gimli, Manitoba on this date in 1983. All 69 people on board survived, though ten were injured during evacuation. Flight 143 was on it’s way from Montreal to Edmonton and plane ran out of fuel because the amount of fuel needed had been calculated in pounds instead of kilograms, resulting in the plane having less than half the fuel required for the trip.
CHARTWATCH
#1 songs on this date in 1955:
Best Sellers In Stores – Rock Around the Clock…Bill Haley and His Comets (3rd of eight weeks)
Soul Chart – Unable to determine
Country Chart – In the Jailhouse Now…Web Pierce (21st and final week, tying country and Billboard overall chart record)
UK Singles Chart – Dreamboat…Alma Cogan (2nd and final week)
Album Chart – Lonesome Echo…Jackie Gleason (2nd and final week)
– Chart data courtesy of Billboard (US) and Official Charts Company (UK).
TODAY’S KAITLYN BOOK EXCERPT
From my latest novel The Angel and The Captain
In today’s episode, Angel and her Captain, plus Ma and Aunt Marsha
Dear me, this was nice. The Captain announced our arrival on an intercom and only after our reservations were confirmed were we allowed in. The entrance is right there as you leave the Pirates of the Caribbean so there were – eeek! – commoners languishing around, people not dining at Club 33 like we were, and some of them were straining their necks to see in. I sincerely hope all of them got the view they desired.
The room we entered was smaller than I thought it would be. An old elevator, a replica of one Walt saw in Paris, took us to the second floor. The dining room was elegant, of course, with Disney art on the walls, but the Chancellor’s Room was nicer. First-class versus world-class.
Mom and Marsha hadn’t had a toddy since the night before, so there was an immediate cocktail ration issued right after we seated near some large glass doors.
Dinner was leisurely. The Captain’s friend sent over a bottle of champagne and we all had cocktails. After a while, our head server, a nice, gentle woman named Kim, accompanied by a young waiter, came with the amuse-bouche, which is, of course, pronounced amooz boosh. An amuse-bouche is a small appetizer offered to guests at fancy joints like this – and oh, I don’t know, the Chancellor’s Room – with the chef’s compliments. It translates from the original French as “entertains the mouth” and is intended to whet the appetite for the rest of the evening’s festivities.
Tonight’s amuse-bouche, according to Kim, was a skewer of pork belly, topped with tomato jam. Don’t laugh. I know from experience that pork bellies often show up on fine dining menus even though it sounds gross at first.
Mom and Marsha could not stop fretting over the menu! There weren’t any soup or salad choices, but there were several appetizer and entrée choices, of course, as well as three dessert options.
“Oooh, those fancy-pants scallops…Marsha, look!” Mom said, as if Marsha couldn’t read the menu herself, which made the Captain laugh.
“Scallops my ass,” Marsha said, pointing out the cranberry shortbread Muscovy duck pot pie.
Personally, there was no doubt what Angel would be having. The Captain has turned me into a spoiled brat and my appetizer would have to be the artisan osetra caviar and my entrée the roasted foie gras. Sorry.
Realizing decisions needed to be made before closing, Mom ultimately decided on the king crab-stuffed lobster tail, Marsha finally sighed and said could die happy now that she’s had the filet of pan-roasted Chateaubriand. My Captain had the foie gras, too.
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Stuff 2 Know
July 20, 2019
Notes from around our human experience, including Philosophy 101, On This Date and an excerpt from one of my books.
PHILOSOPHY 101
His images are unforgettable because he was conceiving new forms and discovering new meanings, not just dutifully illustrating a predetermined text. He works by instinct…his independence of mind opening up new possibilities.
Miles Unger
Michelangelo: A Life In Six Masterpieces
Michelangelo (1475-1564), of course, is as talented a man as our species has produced, one of the few to reach the pinnacle in three distinct forms of human endeavor: sculpture, painting and architecture. He was not content to live the life of an ordinary artist. Sure, he could have become very wealthy taking money from his many patrons and doing as he was told, but he knew he had supreme talent and, equally important, he had a vision for how he wanted to use that talent and was willing to put whatever work was required into maximizing that talent. He paid his patrons little regard. He took their money, created whatever he wanted anyway and told them to take it. He answered only to his inner callings.
It’s easy to follow a predetermined life. Most people do, in fact. Be born, become an adult, earn a living, reproduce, die. If the weather’s nice, people will show up at your funeral and say nice things about you.
That is not all there is in this life, though and Michelangelo has lessons for all of us: find what you were meant to do and then go and do it. Find the talents you were issued at birth and put in whatever work is required to maximize them. Ignore the cacophony of outside distractions and answer your own inner calling.
He works by instinct…his independence of mind opening up new possibilities…
Our instincts and independence of mind will show us fresh prospects every day, all we have to do is let them. We may not live down the ages – or, then again, we might – but that is of no particular consequence. The lesson of following your heart and trusting your instincts are there for all of us, and its fruits are there for the taking.
Miles Unger is an American writer. The six masterpieces he refers to are: the Pieta, the David, the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel, the Medici tombs, The Last Judgment (on the altar wall of the Sistine Chapel) and St Peter’s Basilica.
Running The Numbers
Our national debt as I write this is $22.514 trillion. and America has been at war for 10,806 consecutive days.
One Small Step
Apollo 11, man’s first voyage to land humans on another planet, lands on the moon on this date in 1969, fifty years ago today. The landing came after a descent that saw an unknown alarm almost cause the mission to abort and after radar wanted them to land in a boulder-infested area. Several hours later Neil Armstrong and Buzz Aldrin would spend two-and-a-half hours walking the lunar surface, becoming the first humans to walk on someplace other than Earth. The entire crew, including Michael Collins, would return to Earth on July 24.
Anchors Aweigh
The USS Constitution, first launched in 1797, celebrates its 200th anniversary by sailing, in Boston Harbor, for the first time since the 1930s, on this date in 1997. Though a museum now, Constitution remains in commissioned service, the oldest commissioned naval vessel still afloat in the world.
CHARTWATCH
#1 songs on this date in 1985:
Hot 100 – A View to a Kill…Duran Duran (2nd of two consecutive weeks)
Soul Chart – Save Your Love (For #1)…Rene & Angela (1st of two weeks)
Country Chart – Dixie Road…Lee Greenwood (only week)
UK Singles Chart – Frankie…Sister Sledge (4th and final week)
Album Chart – Songs From the Big Chair…Tears for Fears (2nd of five non-consecutive weeks)
– Chart data courtesy of Billboard (US) and Official Charts Company (UK).
TODAY’S KAITLYN BOOK EXCERPT
From my latest novel The Angel and The Captain
In today’s episode, Angel and her Captain are on their second date. Angel is telling the Captain a bit about herself.
I was born in town and had always lived here. I didn’t talk about my dad at all, which may have given him a clue I didn’t have one. He bailed on us when I was three. I now know why, but at the time I didn’t because all Mom ever said was being a dad was harder for him than it was for others. When I was in middle school Mom stopped talking about him with her sisters. I’d hear them on the phone and when they visited, though they didn’t talk about him much. It took me a while to realize they weren’t talking about him at all anymore and maybe my dad was dead. I don’t know.
And it doesn’t really matter! The Captain is not my dad; I wanted to do too many things with him, to him, in bed for that. For example, even though he was old enough to be my dad, I wanted this old man to fuck me and eat me out, but maybe not in that order.
From the very start I felt protected and loved with the Captain. It was more than being attracted to him, which I was. It was a feeling of security that is hard to describe but the feeling is comforting because us girls need that.
I went away for college but I moved back because I like it here. I majored in English with a minor in Rhetoric. People always asked if I was going to be a teacher or a writer, but I said no, I had no desire to do either of those things, I merely enjoy the English language and wanted to know more about it.
I told him it wasn’t all that easy for an English major who had some zero desire to utilize her major to find the type of work that builds a career, but I was still young, even if 30 is getting closer and closer.
The Captain said he had never married, which I thought odd, because I’d always wanted to marry before I was 30. I asked him if he wanted to get married now. I played it off by laughing so he wouldn’t know how serious I was. Because a girl needs a husband and if he was just looking for a twenty-something piece of ass, well, I’d probably give it to him because I wanted him, but you know. I wasn’t looking for something long-term and casual.
Fortunately, he said yes, he was open to a good marriage, which was good to hear because I was, too.
A good second date. His pass was stamped to continue on with the courting process. He was a grown-up, and I was ready to be one, too.
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Stuff 2 Know
July 18 2019
Notes from around our human experience, including Philosophy 101, On This Date and an excerpt from one of my books.
PHILOSOPHY 101
…his life seemed to prove that the valorous were the favorites of fortune. He was simply inviting the [Constitutional] Convention to do what he had done repeatedly – to aim as high as possible and to strain every nerve to attain the goal.
John C Miller
Alexander Hamilton: Profile in Paradox
Alexander Hamilton, a certified Founding Father and the first Secretary of the Treasury, was a man who was not afraid to aim high. Hamilton had a definite and certain vision for the government of the United States (not to mention a vision for his social and political status) a vision so bold and audacious – a word that comes up from time to time with Hamilton – it drew the opposition of other great thinkers of the day, like Thomas Jefferson.
We should be aiming high, too, and this is easier than it may sound. Merely dispensing with the cacophony of outside influences and following our inner calling is sufficient. All of us – you, me, your aunt in Leadville – have things we were meant to do with our lives and the happiest lives are spent by those who do them. These things could cause us to live down the ages or merely be fondly remembered by those whose lives we touched, but this is of no consequence. A life spent on our path is all we need in this life.
All we need is the wisdom to know what we are about, the courage to go where our hearts tell us and the patience to see it through to the very end. When we do that, we withdraw every possible benefit from our lives because our paths take us exactly where we are meant to go.
John C Miller is an American writer.
Running The Numbers
Our national debt as I write this is $22.508 trillion. and America has been at war for 10,804 consecutive days.
Great Moments In Getting Along
Jews are expelled from England on this date in 1290, when King Edward I issues the Edict of Expulsion. The Edict was actually the culmination of two centuries of persecution of Jews because the English couldn’t get along with any better than anyone else. Jews would not be allowed to return to England until 1657, in no small part because England needed their money.
Whoops…My Bad
United States Senator Ted Kennedy crashes his car into a tidal basin at Chappaquiddick Island, killing his passenger Mary Jo Kopechne on this date in 1969. Kennedy immediately left the scene and did not report the accident for ten hours, just before Kopechne’s body was found. Kennedy received a two-month suspended sentence for leaving the scene of an accident. The incident damaged Kennedy to the extent he was never able to run for president, though it did not prevent continued reelection to the Senate.
CHARTWATCH
#1 songs on this date in 1970:
Hot 100 – Mama Told Me (Not To Come)…Three Dog Night (2nd of two consecutive weeks)
Soul Chart – The Love You Save…The Jackson 5 (5th of six weeks)
Country Chart – He Loves Me All The Way…Tammy Wynette (3rd and final week)
UK Singles Chart – In The Summertime…Mungo Jerry (6th of seven weeks)
Album Chart – Woodstock…Soundtrack (2nd of four weeks)
– Chart data courtesy of Billboard (US) and Official Charts Company (UK).
TODAY’S KAITLYN BOOK EXCERPT
From my latest novel The Angel and The Captain
In today’s episode, Angel is making dinner for her husband and father for the first time.
It’s tough to find words to describe dinner. I mean, what can you say about a moment you had no right to ever expect to happen and might never happen again? Making dinner for my husband and father was something I never even dared to dream of. Why bother? There was no point to it because it wasn’t ever going to happen.
But it did! There was the usual selection of restaurants cities have, but the Captain was fond of saying you must take advantage of the circumstances that present themselves and who the hell knew when this chance would come again?
It reminded me of the Captain telling me when I was old like he was I would probably want to be looking back on having seen my father than having not seen him. Well, when I was old like my Captain, heck, even on the drive home tomorrow, I knew I would rather be looking back on having made dinner for my father and husband than on having gone out for dinner.
After I cooked the Italian sausage, I got the water going for the pasta and the sauce simmering, then I sat down at the table and asked my father to tell me about the day he abandoned me and my mother.
I never knew. Mom never talked about the last day of her marriage and I never asked. And, frankly, I never had that burning of a desire to know. I was kind of curious, but I wasn’t losing any sleep at night wondering about it. I probably just wanted to make my father go through whatever it was it took to tell me about that last day.
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Stuff 2 Know
July 16, 2019
Notes from around our human experience, including Philosophy 101, On This Date and an excerpt from one of my books.
PHILOSOPHY 101
Talent is nothing but long patience.
Gustave Flaubert
Flaubert was known as a writer who avoided cliches, preferring to take whatever time was necessary to find the exact word he was looking for. This didn’t always work and Flaubert is rumored to have never been completely satisfied with anything he wrote. Flaubert wrote from an early age and, knowing this was what he was about, he couldn’t be bothered with the cacophony that attends married and family life, with a biographer claiming he only had one serious romantic relationship, in his 20s and 30s with the poet Louise Colet, who was married at the time. That out of his system, he was free to pursue his life’s work.
There are three elements to success: wisdom, courage and patience. We must have the wisdom to know the life we were meant to live and the courage to go and live that life, but all the wisdom and courage, not to mention talent, will not do us any good if we do not have the patience to see our journey through to the very end.
The work of being on our path simply does not stop: we must be on our path every day. Not some days and not others, not some weeks and not others, every day of every week of every year. It will not always be a bed of roses and there will be attainments – life’s great prize – and failures – life’s great lesson, and there will always be a dream to chase – life’s great challenge.
Talent is nothing but long patience…
We must find what we are meant to do and do it. It doesn’t matter what this is, either. All that matters is that it comes from deep inside you, that you are answering to your heart instead of merely chasing the proverbial windmills offered by outside influences. When we do this, we are living the life we are meant to live. When we have the patience to do it every day – life’s great challenge – we will look back on a life well-lived.
Flaubert wrote. The guy who fixes my car grew up wanting to be a mechanic, so that’s what he does. What do you do?
Gustave Flaubert (1821-1880) was a French novelist
Running The Numbers
Our national debt as I write this is $22.499 trillion. and America has been at war for 10,802 consecutive days. Election Day 2020 is 477 days away.
Great Moments In Nuclear War
The United States detonates History’s first nuclear device 73 years ago today, in 1945, at a test facility in central New Mexico. Code named Trinity, the explosion left a crater 5 feet deep and 30 feet wide and the sand turned into a light green, radioactive glass now known as trinitite. A government press release issued after the explosion (one of four that had been prepared weeks earlier) blamed the to an ammunition magazine and pyrotechnics explosion.
“All Engines Running…Lift Off, We Have A Lift Off…”
Our first attempt to fly to and land on another heavenly, Apollo 11, lifts off from Cape Kenndy in Florida on this date in 1969, 50 years ago today. The mission was manned by a civilian, Neil Armstrong, commander, and two US Air Force officers, Michael Collins, command module pilot, and Buzz Aldrin, lunar module pilot. After a twelve-minute trip to Earth’s orbit, Apollo 11 went around earth one-and-a-half times before heading to the moon
CHARTWATCH
#1 songs on this date in 1966:
Hot 100 – Hanky Panky…Tommy James and the Shondells (1st of two consecutive weeks)
Soul Chart – Ain’t Too Proud to Beg…The Temptations (4th of eight non-consecutive weeks)
Country Chart – Think of Me…Buck Owens (3rd of six weeks)
UK Singles Chart – Sunny Afternoon…The Kinks (2nd and final week)
Album Chart – What Now My love…Herb Alpert and the Tijuana Brass (8th of nine non-consecutive weeks)
– Chart data courtesy of Billboard (US) and Official Charts Company (UK).
TODAY’S KAITLYN BOOK EXCERPT
From the novella Nat’s Story.
In today’s episode, Beth, 53, prepares to seduce Nat, 18.
Beth, 53, black hair, still trim and firm and beautiful, spotted Nat as soon as he and his shipmates had walked in the door. He was the tall one, with a body that Beth figured had been chiseled from granite instead of maturing through the normal growth process. Beth had sufficient experience to peg Nat’s height at six feet, two inches and his weight at 190. When Nat took his hat – called a cover in the Navy – off, she saw a nice shock of brown hair. She could not stop staring at him from her seat a booth with some co-workers and she figured his cock had to be at least three feet long.
Beth wanted the tall young man immediately. This wasn’t a bulletin because Beth often wanted tall, young men immediately.
Beth was bored stiff on her business trip, tolerating dinner with some co-workers. It was the last night of the trip and Beth had not been laid in what seemed like forever and was refreshingly open to a romp in the hay with a younger man.
Beth was not particularly worried that she was 53-years-old, a full 35 years older than the boy she had every intention of taking to bed. Experience had taught her that she radiated sexuality like a waterfall disperses water. Plus she still had her looks, too and she knew she didn’t look 53.
Beth decided it was unlikely her tall young man would come over and introduce himself, and since she wanted him pretty bad she took action. After excusing herself she went to the ladies room. She took out a notebook and a pen and wrote on it in a feminine hand that itself oozed sensuality.
I will be in the bar next door after dinner. If you can get away from your buddies I would like to buy you a drink – Beth
After exiting the bathroom, Beth found their waiter.
“Those sailors over there,” she said. She nodded in their direction. Discreetly, the waiter glanced over his shoulder in their general direction, even though they were the only sailors in the restaurant and Beth could not possibly have been referring to anybody else.
“I am feeling very patriotic tonight. I would like to buy the sailors their dinner.”
“An excellent idea, madam. However someone has already beaten you to it. Their bill is taken care of.”
Beth sighed peevishly. However, she was a senior vice president of something or another for medium-sized company and she hadn’t reached that position because she couldn’t think on her feet.
“Then I want to buy them a round of drinks…”
Beth wasn’t entirely sure any of the sailors was 21, but the restaurant had been pouring booze down them all night and hadn’t seemed to care.
The waiter nodded with approval.
“A splendid idea, madam.”
“Thank you,” Beth said. She gave the waiter the note and a $20 bill. “And give the tall one this.”
The waiter took the note casually, as if he accepted scraps of paper from older women summoning young, freshly minted sailors as a matter of course.
“Of course.”
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