Court Record Chapter Four - Sex Stories

Court Record Chapter Four

... Jayson is a piece of putty. He really could care less. Just wants everything to run smooth.” With these disarming comments she led the way up the steps where a very large, formally dressed, gentleman opened the door as they approached. It had to be Jayson. The three moved down a short marble floored hall and into a large sitting room. “Would you care for cold drinks?” Jayson asked as he seated them in large wing back leather chairs and disappeared out the door. Clem looked about. What a place. Dark oak paneling framed a large stone fireplace. Large expensive picture hung from the walls each lit buy an individual light. Tapestries at each window were opened just enough to permit a little natural light. The main feature was a full Steinway Grand Piano to the left of the fireplace. His amazement must have showed. Sarah looked over at him, “That’s the new Steinway; I got the used one up in my library if you want to see it.” She leaned toward him, “Maybe we could take a nap while were up there; its right by my bedroom.” She laughed audibly. “There is a third one somewhere and I am the only one who plays.” Jayson reappeared followed by a young attractive girl dressed in a black maid’s outfit complete with white lace collar. Jayson sat down facing them. The drinks were served…lemonade…the young maid departed and Sarah opened the conversation. “Things seem to be the same here at home…Jayson; is everything ok?” And away she went. What a little actress. It took twenty minutes for her ...

... to introduce Clem as planned, enlighten Jayson as to her experiences at camp, and get a quick review of things at the estate. Finished, she stood up and made it clear to Jayson we had to get back to music camp. For his part, all Clem had done was smile and nod yes and no a couple times. The little gal had carried the day flawlessly. They drove away as Clem summarized the visit to himself... It was clear; no one knew she was missing. No one had called the camp. Nor had anyone made any effort to contact her or ask a question about her. The reason for coming home today made sense to Jayson. He had been most cordial, assured Sarah he would say hello to the estate staff for her and update her dad should he call. Jayson was aware that music camp lasted at least another five or six weeks which meant Sarah was free for at least five more weeks. Sarah was actually bouncing up and down in the passenger seat. This escapade was right down her line. It could have been written by a good author, for sure. Clem on the other hand, shook with fear. Would she be considered a run away? Would the law use terms like aiding and abetting when he was sentenced? Then on the other hand, for the first time since his wife had died, he felt truly alive. She created such adventures for an old guy who long ago, with the death of his wife, gave up on life and lost himself in apple orchards. Sarah’s arms and her love were worth everything right now. The scheme had worked. He turned down the narrow gravel road ...