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A Good Time She'll never Remember

... guess weighs in at around 280 pounds. He's also as black as the Ace of Spades and talks like the educated man he is. "Are your sure all your triggers will work?" he asks, smacking his Double Mint. "They always have, so I'm quite sure that they will this time, as well. All you have to do is remember what they are and the rest is then up to you." "Do you know what the most amazing this is to me?" he asks. I had an idea, but asked the question he wanted me to anyway. "And what would that be?" "It's the fact she's still a virgin! A virgin at 75! That's got to be some sort of record, don't you think?" "I'm pretty sure it is," I replied. Reaching into his back pocket he pulled out his billfold and began to pull out the large denomination bills, counting as each one was removed. By the time he finished, he'd counted out over $5,000. "That's our agreed price," he stated, as he got up from his seat and reached out and handed me the money. I knew that if I recounted it in front of him he'd be offended, so I contained myself and didn't. Instead I opened my center drawer and deposited the cash there. I stood up, reached across the desk, and we shook hands, having concluded our business. Now all I could do was wait for the next 2 weeks to end and for Sam to make her next visit to my office. Chapter 2 Samantha entered her home and immediately closed and locked the front door. She opened the closet and hung up her coat and turned around and went to her bedroom, at the back of the house. ...

... Once there she changed out of the outfit she'd worn to the doctor's office and got into something a lot more comfortable, slacks, loafers and a loose blouse. As she buttoned the last button she heard the doorbell on the front door. "Now who could that be?" she wondered. It took only a couple of minutes to retrace her footsteps and open the front door. There she was greeted by James Beech, her neighbor and hired hand of over 40 years. "James," she said once she realized who it was. "What brings you over?" she asked. "Just checking to see if you're ok," he answered. "And why wouldn't I be ok?" Closing the door behind him, James entered the living room and sat down on the sofa, as if he owned it. Samantha had known the man for over 45 years and felt comfortable around him, so his actions weren’t anything to upset her. In fact she sat on the sofa right next to him. He wasn't just her hired hand, but a friend who'd been right there whenever she needed someone to talk to. "How's Buster doing?" he asked. He'd just used the first trigger. "Buster's just fine, James. I've not let him in yet, as I just got home. Buster is the Great Dane James had given to her to help keep her safe when she was home alone. At first she'd tried to turn down the offer, but the a****l had quickly taken a liking to her, and her to him as well. While he wasn't technically a house dog, she allowed him to stay in the house whenever she was home. At night he slept at the foot of her bed but during the day he spent ...