Court Record Chapter Four - Sex Stories

Court Record Chapter Four

... up the twelve miles of dirt road to the gate behind the property. Early he had suggested they just sneak in the back gate at night and steal the stuff. Sarah turned that idea down immediately. It might work, but it had none of the benefits of coming in correctly and dealing with the staff. Ten minutes later, Clem had found his way around the property and was driving up the tree lined entry. It was at least three hundred yard of cobble stone up to the house, another seventy five yards past the house around to the Car Park. He drove slowly, as planned. Clem turned in the court yard in front of the Car Park, such that the back of his car was directly in front of the old milk house. In case anyone was watching from the back of the estate, Sarah got out and went into the car park to get a couple yard games. At the same time, Clem went to the back of the car and opened the trunk. Hidden by the raised trunk lid, he loaded the two big camp bags. He was finished and standing ready to shut the trunk lid as she reappeared from the main Car Park with the games. In an organized fashion they got back in the car. Mission accomplished. It had all gone like clockwork. Clem started back down the drive toward the house. He was consumed by the strongest temptation to just keep going. No one had seen them. No one had come out. No one knew they were there. Sarah looked across at him with the coolest expression. Like a top notch spy in a murder mystery, “Scotty” She said with a smile, “Wow, you ...

... look worried. Stay cool. Think of this as just a good novel. Good job so far. Just one more thing to do. Stop in and talk to the jerks. You can pull under that carriage entryway by the side door.” Clem looked at her, “Sarah, I have to tell you I am scared. We have so much to lose if there is a problem, my freedom, but more importantly, this could screw up your life.” As they talked, Clem was maneuvering the car carefully onto the covered carriage entry way. This stone entryway dated back to the time of horse drawn carriages. It was narrow for a full sized car. Finally, he stopped. Sarah opened her door and turned back, “Just wait here a minute. I will go in and see what’s cooking. Don’t worry Scotty; I know how to handle this.” There was not a sign of concern in her young body as she came around the car, went up the five stone steps and entered the enormous old oak door. The pointed top of the door made Clem think of a castle. He sat. He could feel the sweat at his arm pits. He was a country guy. He was not good at political shit. He so wished this was over… Sarah reappeared at the door, sporting a very wide, disarming smile. “Come on in, Scotty.” Jayson is the only one upstairs. We will talk to him.” Clem’s hands shook as he reached for the door handle. Sarah had come over to the car and now she looked at him with compassion. “Just be your normal self, Scotty. You look great and you are great and I know that better than anybody. I will do all the talking. I am good at it. ...