REFLECTIONS - looking back to how it all got started - story by timmy

Yet another side of the woman that is Clarissa. Thanks Timmy, life has many options on everyone's time and I appreciate it that you divert some to this story. It is a great tale and I continue to anticipate what will happen next.

Clarissa certainly is an interesting character, very human and therefore hopelessly flawed. At times she shows glimmers of hope, but then her narcissism seems to grab hold of her and she reverts back to being manipulative and calculating.

Great story telling Timmy

GH

Peak and GH,

thanks for your comments.

We decided on going out to dinner. A new restaurant had opened up not too far from us and I wanted to try it. It was advertised as “Asian Fusion” and I was curious.

It turned out to be that they had a conglomeration of Chinese, Thai and Vietnamese dishes and everything we tried was quite good. Once we got back, Terry wanted to do the laundry but I told him to forget it this time.

Instead we cuddled for a while on the double lounger on the patio and watched the full moon and a starry night.

It felt good and I kept thinking about the cuckold stuff and why I was so driven to try it and to power Terry to accept it as the new “normal” in our relationship. I had been happy and content for so long. So why now? Maybe I should just give it up.

It started to get cool.

“Come on babe, let’s go inside. If your back is OK, I need some serious oral services since you will be gone for almost two weeks, maybe even longer. I really don’t know if I can last that long without you.”

That’s what we did, we went up to my room and Terry gave my countless orgasms as only he can do.

“OK, I want to play. Time to tie you up again. Get into position. It didn’t take long and I had Terry begging for release.

“Terry, if I were to let you cum – my choice of how and when tonight or maybe tomorrow morning, would you be willing to trade that for me having a party here on Saturday?”

Terry started to say…

“Please hold your thought and let me finish. As I understand it right now and I admit I may be wrong, your main objection is to being exposed and consequently humiliated by being present when I have a lover here.”

“You will be a couple of thousand miles or more away from here. So what’s the harm in me having a party? Babe I’m asking for permission. I could just have gone ahead and have it. Most likely you would never know, especially if I didn’t invite your good buddy Roger to it. For that matter any of the guys you play cards with. There are over fifty members in the club.”

While I was talking I was gently sliding my hand up and down his hard cock.

“I know you want to cum. So why not give in? I’ll even sweeten the pot. No hand job. I’m ready for another O or two. I’ll ride your lovely cock cow girl style since you are already tied in that position.”

I could see Terry’s mind working. I think I had him dead right with his objections to the whole thing.

“Princess, in one way you are right but it’s not just the offense of being in the same house when you have a fuck buddy over. It’s more than that. I have come to the conclusion that I really don’t like sharing you. I want to go back to where we were before this whole BS got started. Play some games with your toys – fine. No problem. The real thing is not for me. It will never be a turn on. Yeah, maybe watching you flirt a bit will get me revved up but more than that is a total downer. Not interested at all.”

I was stunned. I had not expected that. Maybe I was delusional if I thought I could get Terry to accept status as a permanent cuckold. Not that I would deny him too much sex – I mean I really, really like it when we make love. Just that it would have to be always on MY terms. Maybe I really did misjudge him. Now what?

Terry continued.

“As it is, these couple of months plus have put a serious strain on our relationship. It will take a ton of work to rebuild my trust. So if you had any ideas of continuing the cuckold thing beyond the three months, you can forget it. I’m not going for it.”

There it was, Terry had drawn the proverbial line into the sand. It was over as far as he was concerned on day “ninety”.

But then he continued.

“In view of that, and in appreciation of your honesty by asking, I’ll let you have one last fling. Have that redy party but that is the last one and once I get home and the ninety days are over Roger and everyone else is history. I’m not in a sharing mood.”

I felt like punching his balls to make him go soft and lock him back up and not let him out ‘til he changed his mind on the cuckolding. But I had made an offer and had to stick with it. So I let go of his cock and swung myself over it.

Poor Terry, he tried so hard to hold back because I wasn’t having any orgasms. I went through the motions, rode him hard and fast. I was too pissed to be emotionally involved and getting pleasure out this. This was a true ‘mercy fuck’. No other term fit. I wasn’t enjoying it.

I didn’t even cum when I planted my cum filled pussy on his face and he dutifully lapped it all up.

“OK, time to lock you back up. Don’t go any place. You are still tied. I think I still have one of those plastic locks since you will be flying.”

“Don’t bother Clarissa.”

No Princess. Terry clearly had picked up on the mood I was in.

“What?”

“I’m not going to wear that redy thing while on the road this time. I’m travelling with someone from the company and I’m not going to risk being pulled aside by TSA agents at every airport because they want to find out what I have in my crotch. Not going to happen. I didn’t mind it that much when I travelled alone but not when I have company.”

“What the hell?”

“How dare you? How do I know you won’t be jerking off every night to some porn on your computer when you are alone in the hotel room or is your travel companion some office slut that you’ll be banging every night?”

“Clarissa, you better shut up right now. I’m not going to bang anyone and I’m not going to jerk off. You will just have to trust me like I have to trust you that you won’t let that asshole Jamister fuck you.”

I must have turned white or something.

“Did I hit a nerve there Clarissa? Is that what you want to do while I’m gone?”

“I told you once and I’m telling you again, if you so much as meet him for dinner, takes or lunch and I find out about it, we will have a problem that makes the last couple of months seem like paradise.”

Terry was staring at me with such intensity that it frightened me. I had to get out of there.

“I’m taking a shower. I’m really pissed at you. Better go to your room. I don’t want to see you here.”

Terry got up, grabbed his clothes and left. I heard the door to his quarters slam, not extra hard but loud enough to send a message that he was pissed too.

Shit, did he know something? Was this a last and final warning? Well yes it was. I better be very careful. I know Jamister is not going to give up. Now what?

I went and took a shower and tried to think of something else but Jamister came back into my mind, time and time again. I still didn’t know what caused this animosity.

Terry was having breakfast, very unusual since always waited for me on Sunday mornings. I guess he was still upset.

Well two could play that game.

I slammed the CB and lock on the kitchen table in front of him.

“I expect you to put this on in the rest room of the plane on your last leg when you are flying home.”

Then I put a cup of coffee, some OJ and a yogurt on a tray and went back up to my room.

I was playing with my pussy and dildo, pretending that it was Jamister who was fucking me when it finally penetrated that there was knocking on my door.

“Clarissa, it’s almost time for me to leave. I would like to say good bye to you. Can I come in.”

There was no way I could let him see me like this.

“Good bye, have a safe trip. Call me when you get a chance and thanks for letting me have the party.”

I saw the door knob move but then it went back to its original position. I almost wished that he had just stormed in and grabbed me to hug and kiss me like he usually does when he goes out of town.

I heard him walk away and the next thing was that I heard the beast pull out of the garage.

Wait a minute. He never takes the beast to the airport and leaves it there. Then I remembered, he had said something about needing some stuff from the office. I guess he’ll park the beast there in the garage and take a limo to the airport.

I got up and took a shower, then realized that I was hungry. So I went down to have some lunch before calling Roger to see if he was up for some hot sex.

Terry

I was surprised at Clarissa’s attitude this morning. Sure last night didn’t go all that well but she had never refused to hug and kiss me when leaving for a long trip.

I played back in my had last night’s conversation and then it hit me. Her reaction to me mentioning that asshole Jamister. She turned white when I mentioned his name. At the time, I thought because of the way I was talking. Now I wasn’t so sure. Did she meet with him already?

I made a mental note to have a talk with John Sykes about the surveillance. I know his service was still downloading from the cameras in the house but maybe I needed to increase having her watched around the office on a random basis.

It could wait ‘til I got back from my trip.

I got to the office, parked my car in the garage and locked it up. After downloading some more files on my lap top I was all set to go.

Lexi had gone home to make final arrangements for their move from Phoenix and would meet me tonight in Seattle.

Our first stop was the regional office than right after lunch our presentation to Boeing. If that went well, we had it made.

Clarissa

Roger didn’t want to play and I briefly considered calling one of the other guys in the club but it was Sunday, family day for most of them. So I decided to skip it and just watch a movie in the evening. That afternoon I did the laundry I let Terry skip.

My mind kept coming back how serious he was about that Jamister guy. What was his problem. He seemed like a nice guy. I’m not sure I could ask him what Terry’s problem was. Now I was kicking myself that I didn’t dig deeper when I had a chance.

Then it hit me. I remembered the evening as the dance. I thought Terry was using the ultimate safe word but he wasn’t was he when he said “never again”? He was referring to something that happened between the two of them. Did Jamister take a girl away from Terry back in high school? Is that what this all about or is there some more. I guess it has to wait ‘til Terry gets back but I was intrigued. Was Jamister trying to do it again?

My pussy was getting moist, but was I really willing to risk everything for a fling with this guy. Who knows, he may not even be any good in bed. It wouldn’t be the first time. I had a few duds early on when I got started on this.

But Terry was gone. How would he know?

Timmy

Another great segment. Clarissa continues to be one of the most intriguing characters this site has seen.

Thanks

GH

Timmy,
Chow Mein, egg fried rice and spring rolls. Delicious

Timmy,
Clarissa is going to crash and burn, and only you the writer can save her. I permisterally just don’t think she is worth saving. I look forward to each addition and Clarissa is making the story interesting. If she was this nice permister it would not be nearly as effective. We all need someone to throw stones at I guess.
I look forward to each additional segment.
Thank You,
JJ.

Timmy,

As I see it, cuckolding may be the deal breaker in this relationship. Even if Clarissa stops scheming she may find herself so unfufilled by monogamy she'll want out any way, and Terry apparently loathes sharing. Papers filed on day 90 or before seems likely, though of course you've surprised us before.

I'll be with you and them all the way.

Thanks for continuing to share your talent and passion with us.

Hey Tim
A fast note, to say agian how much I enjoy your story. WOW

I do believe, yo uhave been hitting on a key point. That point is there has to be a feeling of love and caring and concern on both parties in a realtionsip in this life style. Clarissa does not seem to "get it"

From where you left the story; I can see Clarissa getting into sever trouble with Terry out of town and her now meeting his "friend"
Can not wait to see what ahppens next
Thanks and all the best
Meijer

GH, Peak, JJ, Weakone and Meijer,

thank you all for your kind words. I've been busy but managed to put a short segment together.

I fixed myself a salad for dinner, tried to watch a movie but wound up going to bed to play with my toys. I was restless. Shit, I missed Terry already. What if he was really serious about dumping me for good?

Suddenly I was crying. What happened to me. Here I was all alone. No friends to talk to about my problem because our friends where just that – ours. Not mine. There wasn’t one I could confide in because none of them had any idea of what I had been playing at.

Julie? She wasn’t really a friend. Yes she knew about our game but I’m willing to bet pennies to doughnuts that she would side with Terry.

Marge? She and Petey live in their own fantasy world and both are happy as clams. Maybe they had struggles like this at the beginning. I don’t really know. On the other hand Petey could have been the ultra masochist from the first day of their relationship.

I was truly alone in this mess. I looked at the clock. Why hadn’t Terry called? He should have arrived at the hotel a couple of hours ago.

That’s when the phone rang – the house phone. Strange, I didn’t recognize the number on caller ID so I let it go into voice mail.

It was Jamister.

“Hi Clarissa, I saw hubby at the airport heading out as I was coming back from a short trip back home. Thought I would give you a call. With him out of town, it will be perfect. I’m staying out by the airport. Call me as soon as you get his message. We can have dinner there and then I want you to take me home so that I can fuck you in his house.”

“Shocked you? It’s on my buck…”

That’s when recording time ran out.

That arrogant SOB – how dare he talk like that. But at the same time my pussy started to flood and I turned the vibe on high.

I was in the middle of a big O when my phone rang. It was Terry.

I was trying to catch my breath and at the same time answer his call.

“Did I interrupt something? Got a fuck buddy there already?”

He sounded cold and distance.

“Terry, NO!” I tried to get my breath back.

“No one is here. I miss you and I was getting myself of with the vibe. The phone rang in the middle of an orgasm. Please believe me – NO one is here with me.”

“Are you OK? I expected your call earlier.”

“I got stuck in Chicago for a couple of hours because of thunderstorms and even some tornado warnings. No things are good. I finally made it to the hotel.”

We chatted for a while and I was happy to hear his voice. He even went back to calling me Princess. God, I sure love that guy. So why is my pussy all wet again? Because I’m talking to the love of my life or because I’m thinking of that arrogant SOB and his voice mail?

I’m so confused.

When we finally got ready to hang up Terry said “I love you Princess” and then there was silence. The connection broken

I started to cry again.

Clearly I was my own worst enemy. How could I even think of endangering my relationship with this wonderful man? Why risk it all for a fantasy life that in the end could only hurt?

With thoughts like this I fell into troured relax.

To my surprise I didn’t hear from Jamister on Monday. We had completed a big project and I decided to treat my team to dinner. I wasn’t ready to go home and sit alone in that big house with all those disturbing thoughts coming back.

Terry

I was beat and tired from the trip. Having to hang around O’Hare for several extra hours is no fun. Then there was that conversation with Clarissa. I mean she was totally out of breath when she answered the phone. I believed her story about using her vibes. I know she uses them all the time. Especially when I’m out town. We’ve had phone sex sessions during my trips ‘til the batteries on our phones died and she’s always used them.

Still, I decided to send an e-mail to John Sykes asking him to have his guy check the tape for tonight. Is this how bad are things right now? Trust but verify.

I had gotten hard during our conversation but true to my word, I didn’t jerk off. I might some time down the line give in to the urge especially if we do have some phone sex but that is for later.

With those thoughts, I fell arelax.

The next day was busy but the meeting at Boeing went well which gave both Lexi and me a good feeling about the transition. The folks at Boeing had no real issues with it once they knew that I would be on call. They even introduced me to some guy in their R&D department who may or may not pass some consulting work in my direction.

I tried to call Clarissa before doing out to dinner but only got both voicemails, the one at home and her cell. Maybe she went out to dinner with someone or is meeting Roger. Then I checked my e-mails and there was one from one of the guys that works for John. “She was alone last night.” That’s all I needed to know.

She did call back just before I was dozing off to relax.

“Sorry babe that I missed your call but I had my phone off during dinner. We both hate it when phones start to ring in restaurants. I took my crew out as a reward for finishing a project on time and a shade under budget.”

“How has your day been?”

We chatted some but soon Clarissa realized that I was fading and told each other our love for the other and disconnected.

Clarissa

I drove home after my conversation with Terry in the parking lot of the restaurant. I was looking forward to having a glass of wine, putting my feet up and to watch a bit of TV.

As I sat there flipping channels I thought of Jamister – why the hell can’t I get him out of my mind. I guess I had expected him to try to contact me since I did not respond to his message.

I pushed those thought aside and went to bed after watching the ten o’clock news. No dreams. I woke up refreshed and ready for another day at the office.

Again nothing from Jamister. Curious.

When I got home, there was a strange car in our drive way. Now what? I could see some permister sitting in the driver’s seat.

Making sure, my car doors were locked, I got my phone out, dialed 911 and held my hand on the send button and waited for whoever was in that car to make their move.

The door opened and Jamister got out of the car. WTF, what was he doing here? Is he stalking me?

I lowered my car window just a bit as walked up but kept my finger on the send button of my phone.

“Hello Clarissa, is this how you greet guests?”

“Jamister, what are doing here? I really don’t want you around our house. I’m going to pull over to the side and you better leave right now. I don’t like stalkers and that is how I see you right now.”

I put the car into gear and started to move. He had to jump out of the way with made me smile just a bit in spite of the tension I was under at the moment.

He followed me, put his hands on top of the car and started to talk again.

“Come on Clarissa, get out of the car and offer me at least a take. We can talk about dinner while we have that one.”

“Jamister, I don’t want you here and if Terry would know, he’d ******* you. Please leave right now. I have a good mind to call the cops and report you for stalking and trespassing. They’ll be here in less than five minutes. The chief and the sheriff are friends of ours. I don’t want trouble so just leave.”

He stared at me with some strange intensity that made me afraid but also turned me on. My panties were getting moist. Shit!

“Come on Clarissa, whatever happened to the famous southern hospitality. Just one take and some conversation. Remember this is Jamister, your hubbie’s high school buddy.”

“I’m sure you never were his buddy, so don’t try to bullcuckolds brownie me with that. Just leave and we can forget about his whole thing.”

Timmy,
We don't know if Clarissa has seen the light at the end of the tunnel or just the headlight on the front of the oncoming train. But, guess what. We want to, as ever. I really want these two to make it now ..

It appears that Clarissa really is trying, but can she resist persistent temptation? I'm right there with Peak eagerly awaiting more

Thanks

GH

Sorry for the long silence.

My lord you have it In spades. The tension keeps hold and I can't put the book down!

Clarissa is trying but I feel her heart isn't in it. Will she wake up one day and compromise happily? Will she find herself alone and realise what she has lost, only then to adjust her mindset?

I still fancy the pants off her! Still want her as my wife, though I'd have set ground rules sooner.

Good work

I anxiously await every update. You are a wonderful storyteller and different enough from the rest to make it SO enjoyable.
Thanks for sharing your talents.

Timmy,
Time to get that train out of the sidings and back on the main line.

Or Bump as its usually called !

Thanks for the bump and also many thanks for all you comments.

Writing is on hold. Trains are in the siding due to some health issues.

I'm not able to sit in from of the computer for more than 30 minutes.

Not sure how long it will be.

Sorry again thanks for hanging in there

Timmy

Hope you get better!

Timmy,
Pain is debilitating when chronic. Take your time and don't overdose on the pain*******ers. Still though, I couldn't let this thread slip on to page 2. Its a respect thing ...

Page 2 again ..

This great story needs a bump.

Thank you all for the kind words and the numerous bumps. I'm still not 100 percent but I managed to put a short segment together.

Again Thank You and best wishes for a great Thanksgiving holiday.

Timmy,
You've done it again. So short a passage and another cliffhanger! Yet again, Clarissa loses her senses, plots an impossible dream and puts another nail in the coffin of her marriage. I still don't see how you can even bring it back to the time of the beginning let alone beyond it. But I still can't wait to find out.

Thanks for working through the pain. It is appreciated. And now that you're used to it ...

Timmy

It's great to see you writing again.

Clarissa never ceases to amaze me. I can't wait to see how she gets out of this one or if she does.

Thanks

GH

Peak and GH,

many thanks. It's slow going. Between physical therapy and some lingering after effects I tire easily and it's hard to concentrate for any length of time.

That's why I keep doing caps.

Here is a short segment and hopefully I'll be able to get back on more regular basis.

I found the lingerie and shoes and got some Chinese take-out, then went home. No message from Terry, so I carefully shaved myself and took a shower. I would have liked a soak in the tub but there wasn’t enough time.

Drying and brushing my hair I had some second thoughts of what I was doing but then I thought about the night before and my pussy betrayed me by starting to get moist. After getting dressed I carefully applied make up and then put a couple of drops of the very expensive perfume Terry got for me last Christmas behind my ears and between my breasts.

I was ready for the adventure. I hope it lives up to my expectations.

It was a warm day, so I had left the house door open, only the screen door was closed. So as soon as I heard a car pull up, I got down on my knees in the hall way ready for whatever was going to happen this evening and night.

My pussy was almost dripping with anticipation as I heard the footsteps on the walk way.

“Ah, there is my little slut ready to greet the master of the house”

Jamister had walked in and just stopped inside the door.

“Well what are you waiting for slut? Get over here. My cock is ready for some TLC and I’m sure your slutty cunt is close to dripping.”

“NO, on your knees. You are MY bitch. Walking is not an option right now.”

I was just about ready to tell him to fuck off and get lost when something strange happened to me. Some inner submissive voice told me – ‘do it’. 'It will be fun’.

I wondered if that is what’s happening to Terry when we get into the FemDomme games.

By that time, I had reached Jamister, unzipped his pants and had his magnificent cock in my mouth. I seemed to be on ‘auto pilot’. I was ready for whatever was going to happen.

Jamister grabbed my hair roughly and said “make it quick bitch. I need to cum and you better swallow ever drop. After that it’s your turn and I won’t stop fucking you ‘til you pass out from exhaustion.”

That is pretty much the way it went. We did stop for something to take and had some of the Chinese stuff but at the end it was a marathon fuck session.

We had just finished on the couch in the living room when Jamister spotted Terry’s chair.

“That’s Terry’s chair? Right? Don’t lie to me slut”.

I just nodded.

There was a gleam in his eye as he got up from the couch, walked over to the chair and wiped his cock dripping with my juices and some of his cum on the arm rests.

“Well that takes care of marking my ‘territory’.”

“OK, we’ve done it in the kitchen, living room and dining room table now it’s time to go upstairs and to a comfortable bed.”

I tried to pull him into the guest room but wasn’t going to have any of that.

“No my pretty slut only the master suite will do for me.”

“No please Jamister, please any place but not there.”

He painfully twisted my arm and marched me right into our bedroom. I had no choice. The guy was crazy and I was sure he would break my arm if I resisted. The thing is, as he was marching me in there, a tingling started in my pussy like almost the prelude to an orgasm. What was it with me and this guy. How could I turn from dominating Terry or giving Petey and what’s his face down in Florida the whipping of a life time to truly enjoying being a quivering submissive slut in the arms of this guy?

It’s just crazy and if anyone had told me that this would happen, I would told him NEVER.

He threw me on the bad and told me get my ass up in the air, it was time to use the “back door”. I was happy to feel the cold squirt of lube and he even made a bit of an effort to get some lube inside my anus. It still hurt and I screamed which seemed to turn him on and he increased speed and penetration.

Eventually he came, pulled out and let me relax for a bit.

“Get a wash cloth and clean MY cock I’m ready for another one of your patented blow jobs to get me ready for another round. This bed is really comfy. I may not bother with the other rooms up here.

So it went all night long. I overslept and called in sick. After a late breakfast a we hung out at the spa and pool.

I repeatedly tried to get Jamister to talk about his years with Terry back in school but he always side stepped those questions. There was something going on that I couldn’t put a handle on and it bothered me.

At the same time, Terry’s warning to stay away from this guy kept crashing down on me. What hat I done? If Terry ever finds out, I’ll be history. I know him. He was serious that night at the ball. Shit, what did I do?

“Hey slut, I had enough rest, you ready to go again?”

All thoughts of Terry went by the wayside when he called me a slut. I was his slut – there was something magictic about him and I couldn’t resist.

Earlier I had called the office to find out what was going on, things seemed quiet so I told them that I would take Friday off and to call if something important comes up. Otherwise I’ll would see them on Monday.

The rest was a blur. By the time I finally sent him off, I was totally worn out and looked like cuckolds brownie. Rode hard and put away wet comes to mind.

It’s gonna take some special make-up s*******s to hide the ravages on my face. Fortunately the bite marks were fading and I should be good by Saturday afternoon when Terry was supposed to come home.

I made a call to the spa I usually go to and got lucky. They had a cancellation and they could fit me in on Saturday morning at nine.

I’ll be home by noon, latest at one and Terry was not supposed to come home before four. I was OK. Then it hit me. He hadn’t called the last couple of nights. Not on the house phone. I got frantic and looked at my cell phone. No messages or missed calls. Now I got worried. So I tried to call him but got his voice mail. I left him a message.

“Hey lover, I miss you. Why didn’t you call. Please call me and confirm that you’ll be home tomorrow around four. Love you babe. Be prepared to be sexually assaulted when you walk into the door.”

Terry

I was devastated when I got the call from the investigators that the asshole had gone out to dinner with Clarissa and that she had spent the night with him. It was over. And to think that I was going to come home early. A couple of customers had cancelled the last minute. Now what?

I finally decided to call Julie.

“Hi Julie”.

“Terry what’s wrong? You sound terrible”.

“Remember that guy Jamister? Clarissa dropped her pants for him. I’m done with her. I’m going to divorce her. I need a place to hole up for a couple of days and think things through. Any chance I can hide out at the club? I’ve got a flight arriving this afternoon.”

“Of course you hide out at the club but I don’t think you should be alone at this time. How about if I call Peggy and see if you can stay with her. Hang on I’ll try to reach her right now.”

A minute or two of silence, then a couple of clicks and Peggy came on the line.

“Terry, I’m so, so sorry. Anything you need. Please come and stay with me. I’m getting bored with CeeCee as my only company.”

I had a hard time picturing Peggy getting bored.

“Thank you so much. I really appreciate it. Not sure how much company I’ll be. Most likely I’ll be looking for shoulder to cry on.”

“Never mind my should dear boy – Momma Peggy’s naked boobs is what you need.”

That had both Julie and me chuckling. I started to feel a bit better. I had friends that had my back. I could get through this.

Julie came back on the line.

“Terry, do you need a ride?”

“No, I’ll just take a cab from the airport to the office. My Mustang is in the garage at the plant and I know the way.”

“Never mind a cab. What time is your flight and what’s the flight number. I have Amanda there to take you to the office.”

“That is really…”

Julie cut me off.

“Don’t talk back, Amanda will pick you up and that’s that.”

All I could say at that point was “yes Ma’am”.

“Much better Terry” chuckled Peggy.

“We’ll have some comfort food and a stiff take ready for you when you get here. Drive careful and stay within the limits around us. The deputies are just waiting for guys like you with hot cars. Take special pleasures of writing big fines.”

“OK Peggy, I’ll be careful and thanks to both of you. You are true friends.”

Timmy,
To start with this is a great story! But Clarissa is as dumb as a bag of rocks. I really like the way you have brought her down to size crawling. Still when Terry throws her to the curb, I for one will applaud. Once again you are the writer and I am just going for the ride. I love the way you are driving right now.
Thanks for writing!
JJ.

Timmy,
You may need a Bobby Ewing moment in the shower to get this one back in line now! I can't see how Clarissa will ever get Terry back now, yet ... I'm sure you have a way (shower or not) and I still want it. I think you have just enough goodwill to skate for a while on this thin ice but even you are in danger of making it laughable for Terry to turn around. Maybe if Jamister came to a particularly gruesome end ...

Timmy,

I also loved this segment; but like Peak, I wonder how you're going to reconcile it with the beginning of the story. I'm sure you'll be able to do it. One of the hallmarks of this story has been it's twists, turns and surprises.

I'm glad that your recovery is progressing.

Thankyou

GH

time for a bump!