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All's Well part 2
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All's Well part 2 Scooting out of bed, from the other side, she stared at the roundish impression, still on the blanket. Not quite sure what to do, she grabbed the blanket by the closest corner and gave it a big tug. The blanket flew off the bed, the impression was gone. It's just your imagination, Carrie told herself. After all, that was an incredible O. She tucked the blanket back in, at the bottom of the bed, and lay down to enjoy the remnants of her Orgasm. It was one of those deep intense cums that's sure to put her in la la land. As Carrie lay there basking in the afterglow of sexual release. With her body numb and non moving, but alert. She pictured the actors face, then a different one, someone she didn't know, someone soon to be her dream lover. Waking, unwillingly at 9:20 am to the sound of a motorcycle passing by, Carrie reluctantly rolled out of bed, and headed for the bathroom to start her day. Dad will be here in an hour or so, she reminds herself, as she dresses in some old grubby cloths to be his assistant. After some breakfast, including three cups of coffee, Dad showed up. “Hey, sweet pea, got some coffee ready for your ol' man, before we get started?” he inquired. “Of course I do, your favorite brew.” she tells him. What she didn't tell him, is that Mom made her promise to only give him decaffeinated anything, to drink. Carrie smiled a little smile as she passed a full cup to her Dad. “Your mother makes me drink decaffeinated.” He smiles at her and takes a sip, “damn that's good.” After nibbling on a couple pieces of toast, with sugar/cinnamon, he motions to her to refill his coffee, then heads toward the well. He brought a four foot long chisel and a twenty pound sledge hammer, to do the deed. With any luck the big round cover will soon be history. After taking a dozen photos and numerous measurements, the destruction began. She donned a pair of heavy duty gloves and steadied the chisel while dad prepared to strike. When the hammer made contact with the flat end of the chisel, it made a ringing sound, then as the force of the strike made it's way down the bar, there was a thunk. Little chips of rock flew into the air. Progress was going to be slow. Every half hour or so, they took a five minute break. Three breaks into the dismemberment of the rock, Dad made a suggestion. “You know, dynamite would be faster,” he kidded, while he took a bite from the sandwich Carrie had made him. They both laughed and went back to work. Then with the next strike, there was a loud cracking sound. The cover was broken, in half. A hiss of old air came surging from the crack. Still to heavy to lift by hand, they began their routine again. It only took about an hour to make the next break. And when it broke the half in half, one of the pieces fell into the well. It kept falling and falling. Then in the deep distance they heard the piece of rock hit the bottom of the well, with a thud. “How interesting, the well is, well, empty, as in not filled in.” Dad inquisitively commented. “OH my, that's quite the odor.” She exclaimed, breathing in the stagnant air raising from the long ago closed hole. The breathing mask she wore did no good, so Carrie rushed to the kitchen to retrieve some air freshener spray. Between the two of them, they lifted the one quarter piece out of the hole and on to the floor. “Strange” David exclaimed, as he examined the piece on the floor. “It's in layers, that have somehow been merged together into one solid rock. Look, it's granite on top, quartz crystal in the middle, with another layer of granite on the bottom.” He sat there dumbfounded, and confused. “I've had enough exercise for one day. How 'bout you kiddo? You ready to call it quits for the day?” He asked. They agreed to wait until tomorrow, sat the tools out of the way, and placed the plexiglass over the well. Placing the quarter piece of the granite atop, should keep it in place. No need to risk falling into the hole in the dark. Dad washed up, kissed Carrie on the forehead, then headed for home, leaving her alone with the hole in her floor. Carrie made some diner and watched some TV until the late night talk show was over, then got ready for bed. She was tired tonight, and had no difficulty falling asleep. Inside her dream, Carrie was spooning in bed with her new lover, her dream self laying there enjoying the cuddle from her big strong guy. He woke up and slipped his arm under the blanket and began rubbing her tummy and side, around her waist area. She was near waking, you know the feeling. When you're mostly asleep, but on the way to waking up. Just like in real life, she was naked, her favorite way to sleep. His touches got more and more erotic, as his fingers traced their way across the bottom and sides of her breasts. Her dream self raised her arm over her head to give him full access to her upper side, and her tits. He slowly, lightly ran all four fingers up her side, proceeding to her breast, cupping it gently, in his hand, kneading it like fresh dough. Her nipples got very hard, and she felt moisture lubricating her swelling vagina. Her dream self was getting extremely horny, and so was the real her. The more aroused she got, the more she woke, Soon his hand was on it's way to the sweet treat between her legs. His fingers got closer and closer, while his lips bounced around her shoulder. At that moment Carrie experienced something we all hate. The real Carrie woke up, not only finding her dream gone, but, her arm was stretched above her head, her nipples were stiff, her pussy was swollen and wet. She was very horny, then very scared. After a few waking moments, she calmed down, and horny won out. She didn't waste any time with the details of self seduction. Just reached down between her legs, and thought of her dream lover. Her fingers moved slowly at first, then faster as the need arose. Within a few minutes she was done De-stressing herself. After a short power nap, she got out of bed, and prepared for her day. Carrie put on her casual face make-up and walked toward the kitchen. Exiting the bedroom she froze in place like a marble or bronze statue. The only thing she could move, were her eyes. There in the middle of her dinning room her eyes observed the plexiglass cover to the well, with the piece of triple layered stone still sitting on top. Not over the hole, but, in the middle of the room. Chapter two I Found Out Now, she was frightened, and began to shake and tremble. With-in moments her logic won out, telling her, it was just a dream, and there was an explanation for the cover and stone having been moved. She got busy making coffee, and some breakfast. Her father showed up a little after noon, still dressed in the suit he wears to their church services on Sunday morning. He had a change of clothes in a bag he carried. He gulped down two cups of coffee and an egg sandwich, then climbed into a pair of denim overalls, and prepared to work. The two of them broke the second half in half in only twenty minutes. David was so excited, he was acting like a on Christmas morning. He was on a hunt for whatever treasure awaited him, in the well. He tied a flashlight to a rope and began to lower it into the well. “I'm going to get on my PC, and start researching the inscription on the stone.” Carrie tells her dad. “Okay, sure.” David absentmindedly replies. “Be careful” “Don't worry dad, I will” she says with a smile. Downloading the pictures of the stone into the computer, soon she was examining the pictures under different colors of light filters. Infer red, shows almost nothing, ultra violet, the same. Let's see, maybe a light source from the north, nope, no good. A light source from the right, nope, to that too. As she was reaching for the west light source key, she accidentally clicked the strobe light effect. To her amazement, the lettering looked like it had been carved in the stone, only a few years ago. The words were sharp and clear. The inscription read. IMPRISONED HERE august 14, 1567 John MacAdam servitor to the king for personal use of King James V mistress, Jonet Kennedy “Dad,...dad, come here quick, you're not going to believe what I discovered.” Carrie yelled to David. He went running into the room where Carrie and her PC sat. She pointed to the monitor, without a word. He rubbed his eyes to make sure he was seeing the inscription correctly. Yep, there it was, flashing off and on. Carrie explained what happened, accidentally. He stood there laughing. “Did you know, princess, most important archaeological discoveries, are made by accident?” He asked. As the impact of the printing sank into his mind. He stumbled backward into a chair. “Find out more, can you find out more?” Carrie uploaded the page printing a couple of hard copies, her fingers already heading for the right keys to begin finding out exactly what happened to John MacAdams, so many years ago, and why. Her dad's phone rang. David answered it before the second ring. He talked to the caller for a minute, and said, “yes dear, I'll be right home.” Closing the phone, he reluctantly turned to Carrie, with sad eyes.”Your mother tells me I forgot, her and I were to go to the Millers for an early dinner, and I'd better be home, soon. We'll have to wait to see what's in the bottom of the well until next weekend.” With that he grabbed his good cloths, kissed Carrie goodbye, and walked down her walkway . “Keep on lookin' for details, for proof ”he yelled,as the door swung closed. Carrie was on her own until next weekend. With both of them working, and having other personal responsibilities, the treasures in the well, if any, would have to wait. good sex is good sex. it doesn't matter where it comes from.[/COLOR |
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I love the way you write. Looking forward to part 3. 
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aaah...another cliffhanger. Hope we don't have to wait till next weekend for the next episode  _ _ _ _ _ it's better to live and do the things today than to be sorry tomorrow 
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