Earth Shaking Events

EARTH SHAKING EVENTS by OKMAC

Three stories about family members who are confronted by earth shaking emotional events by OKMAC

THE ROADRACE CHAPTER 10

BACKGROUND

Jennifer Long, 5'7" and Bill Thompson, 5'11" were on the same cross-country and glee clubs in Sky Lakes high school.

Jennifer Jane Long and William John Thompson "Bill" graduated from UCLA in California.

After graduating from UCLA, Jennifer married Bill and they have two children, Will and Jen

Jennifer Long and Chester A. Wilson "Chet" were on the same debate team in Sky Lakes high school.

Chester A. Wilson, 6'2" graduated from Yale University.

Dramatic events follow Jennifer's entry in a road race to help fund research against cancer.

THE DRAMMA

About 9,500 meters into Jennifer's 10,000 meter "Cure Cancer" road race an earthquake changed everything. It sounded like a series of prolonged thunder rumblings as the shaking blacktop instantly had cracks that opened wider and longer with each jolt. Extensive blacktop areas waved like Jello as they rubbleized.

The overpass ahead of Jennifer broke down and cars were crushed under falling concrete sections. {Jennifer} "I was so frightened because that overpass is what I needed to cross and drive home to my two children and cross again to drive our babysitter home."

{Jennifer} "Runners ahead of me were startled. Several were running in place as if they expected the earthquake to be magically reversed so they could resume their completion. I turned around to see if the ground and roadway was more stable where we previously ran. I tried to see Chet Wilson, who sponsored me with a $50,000 check, the largest cash donation of this road race to fund research against cancer. Another donation, to be given as a prize to the woman selected by the women in the race was 12 lessons at "Love to Dance, Dance to Love" for a couple. I wanted to be selected and treat Bill, it would be fun learning something together. If I would happen to be selected by the women and Bill didn't have time for our dance lessons, we could give them to some other couple."

{Jennifer} My advertising agency also sponsored the race and made Public Service Announcement "PSA" videos for local TV broadcasters and recorded PSA radio pieces and donated printed brochures encouraging donations to fund research against cancer. A map showing the race path on a map of the Sky Lakes Park with "EVERY 2000 METERS WILL HAVE WATER BOTTLES AND SNACKS. In addition to general donations, donations are encouraged for sponsoring each runner. All runners will compete together, $500; $300; and $100 checks will be awarded to the first 3 men and to the first 3 women. Pictures of 8 of the men and 8 of the women who will be running were over each runner's personal "WHY I'M RUNNING" statement. We had requested each entrant to supply a picture with "why I'm running" statement, but 8 men and only 7 women replied because one woman had to cancel. So, at the last minute I filled in the open space with one of my high school running pictures and statement: "I haven't run competitively since high school 10-years ago but I love running, I married a cross-country runner, and this is an incredibly worthwhile cause, please donate generously." Bill was delighted about my entry picture and had given out pamphlets. Chet surprised him by sending my $50,000 sponsorship check to Bill.

At the starting line, I was startled because Chet was there wearing thinclads. Chet asked, "where's Bill?" as he ran in place, and said he wanted to try running the Boston Marathon someday. I said, "Bill took our kids to soccer practice" and I doubtfully quipped, "no kidding, the Boston Marathon." Chet snapped, "Ok Jennifer let's make this more interesting, I will bet my wish against your wish that you will not be more than 500 meters ahead of me at the finish line and the loser will grant the winner's wish. I am just practicing in this race, next year I want to be more competitive in the 10,000 Meter Organ Donnor Race." Although I did not agree to participate in his bet, I would make sure to be more than 500 meters ahead of Chet at the finish.

Later, I discovered that Chet was egging me on because he used our "Cure Cancer" brochures and PSAs to promote bets. Chet made Los Vegas odds-on bets that a former high school runner Jennifer Thompson mother of two would finish within 10 seconds of the college woman winner. If I finished within 10 seconds of the college woman runner, Chet would collect $100,000 for his $10,000 bet. And if I finished within 15 seconds of the college woman winner, he would collect $15,000 for his $10,000 bet. But if I happened to win the race against the college men and women Chet would collect $1,000,000 for his $10,000 bet.

Bill also ran cross-country, and we were in the same glee club and then we went to the same university. We lived together after Bill graduated with an Engineering B. S. and I got a Political Science B. S. Bill worked for an engineering firm, and I did research and helped prepare presentations for an advertising agency.

I became pregnant and Bill said "that's wonderful Jennifer" we will get married this week. So, baby William James Thompson "Will" was followed three years later by baby Jennifer Joyce Thompson "Jen Joy or J. J." James is my father; Joyce is Bill's mother.

We found a foreclosed home with five bedrooms that the bank hadn't been able to sell because it needed numerous repairs. Our "as is" offer at far below market was accepted, we worked hard along with various subcontractors. We repaired roof damages, became carpenters, fixed or replaced sheetrock, refurbished the kitchen and bathrooms, repaired plumbing, painted inside and out, installed new appliances, repaired the swim pool and replaced the cool deck, landscaped and we now have a very nice home with a three-car garage, a poolside casita and two wonderful kids. And we have lots of tools, power equipment, and hands-on knowhow if we ever decide to buy and work so hard on another fix-up home bargain. In the meantime, I keep trim by gardening, running a hilly cross-country course around the neighborhood, and pushing my solar charged battery powered lawnmower that Bill made by replacing the gasoline engine with two 12V car batteries and a recycled auto starter motor that drives the cutting blades.

After the first 2,000 meters I stayed with the leading group of college runners and Chet fell behind with one of the slower groups of racers. I overheard a TV News reporter at the 8,000-meter table where we had picked up water bottles and snacks as she told television viewers "College men and women runners are leading but 10-years ago Jennifer Thompson won many races in high school and today she looks determined to keep up with the leading group of college women runners and the leading college men are only about 30 meters ahead of the college women runners and Jennifer Thompson."

The earthquake prioritized my mothering instincts, and I urgently started running directly home to take care of my family. I detoured about 3 blocks when I heard a man calling desperately for HELP. He wanted help to get his injured wife and their 3 kids out of their burning home. A large tree had crashed through their roof. His wife was pinned under a broken tree limb and debris. She was unconscious and had a big bump on her forehead and a broken tree branch was sticking into her bloody chest.

He moaned, "I tried but couldn't put the fire out and now it is burning everywhere. Our house is starting to fall down. I will try to lift the limb enough so you can pull the branch out of her chest and drag her out of the house. Please help me, we must hurry." Somehow, he managed to find enough strength to lift the limb enough so I could pull the branch out of her chest. As I started pulling her out, he took over. After he dragged her away from the burning home, I moved her brassiere cup over the bleeding gash and pressed it against her chest. A neighbor carrying a large box with a "MEDIC CROSS" on the side ran up and quickly started helping. His wife asked the kids, do you remember Melinda's dad was a medic in the Viet Nam war. She asked if the kids would like to help by calming their dog and cat. My hands, forearms, thinclads, and thighs were bloody. As I got up the husband exclaimed "we saw you running on TV and cheered for you, and when I desperately called for help you came and saved my wife's life." I replied, "You saved her and I was glad to help but I must run home and take care of my children." I ran on with greater urgency to take care of my children.

Nearly everywhere along the way was damaged by the earthquake. Roads were cracked, some gas and water lines were leaking, chimneys and house walls were cracked or broken, and I smelled leaking sewer gas. Several fires were burning in brushy areas, and I was alarmed to see neighbors fighting another house fire and there were numerous more house fires in the distance. But as it came into view, I was so relieved to see our house was standing with no sign of fire.

I used a garden bucket to dip out pool water to wash away the dried blood on my arms and thighs and covered my blood stained thinclads with a garden apron. As I opened our back door, our middle-aged once a week housekeeper and anytime babysitter "Pat" exclaimed "good you are here, Will and Jen Joy are terrified." I hugged our kids and said "we Californians have survived many earthquakes, and we will be ok. Help find dangerous things we can fix. First do we have electricity, city water, drinking water, food supplies, and do the toilets flush and refill? My cell phone doesn't work, have you heard from daddy Bill on our landline?"

I laid our fire extinguishers on the cabinet top and blocked them to stay there in case of more earthquakes, and found flashlights, new batteries, a case of bottled water and bleach to purify the pool water that I started pouring into buckets, bottles, pans and jars before the pool water leaked away through new cracks.

None of the essentials were working, we had no running water, no electricity, minimal food in the cupboard. Food in the freezer and the refrigerator needed to be consumed before spoiling. And we have cracked floors, walls, ceilings, and probably other structural damages, but no phone or computer service. We couldn't contact Bill or anyone else beyond our nearest neighbors.

Our home was seriously damaged, and my marriage was too. Previously, Bill had started a new venture to manufacture and market new medical equipment and products. He struggled day and night to manufacture high quality products, meet with potential customers, get purchase orders, and signup distributors in time to qualify for bank loans or the capital investment needed to grow his business. Bill presented his business plan to numerous bank loan officers and potential equity investors including Chester A. Wilson "Chet" who said his venture capital company would probably want to be a minor investor if Bill could get other significant funding commitments.

Chet graduated from Yale, joined a venture capital "VC" firm. Chet never married but was known to be a wealthy bachelor who dated beautiful celebrities and models. Bill and I were invited to a cocktail party by John Dettal, a Bank of America loan officer, who said Saudi investors are funding Pacific West Bank, "PWB." I will introduce you. At the cocktail party, Mr. Dettal introduced us to the PWB group and said Bill's company makes great medical equipment and we like his business plan. Business cards were exchanged, and someone in the PWB group asked Bill to call and let them know when to come and see his business and discuss funding he needed for expanding his business.

Chet watched this, exchanged business cards with the PWB group, and then walked over to us, asked Bill for some more business cards, and said "Bill, in high school I fell in love with your wife and now that she has become such a beautiful woman, I hope you know how to keep her." Later, I answered Bill's questions "No, I never dated Chet and don't know why he said that. Bill, you were there, Chet dated promiscuous women, he liked the bleached blonds who flaunted lots of Prada and drove a new Mercedes, Corvette, Porsche, or Maserati."

Bill was scheduled to give a seminar and a workshop at a new medical products conference in Las Vegas. He paid the fee for a booth and would be away for 8 days. On the day Bill went to Las Vegas, Chet called and said he wanted to meet and show me how Bill could be funded. I told him I wouldn't be able to get away because our advertising firm was working overtime. Chet said that's ok, let's meet for an early breakfast or after you get home from work. I said after Bill gets back; you can meet with him. Chet said "I saw a video of Bill's presentation in Las Vegas, his new med products are getting great attention and purchase orders. I need your advertising savvy to help me convince Bill to take my deal. I am going to make you and Bill very rich. I already told your banker and the PWB group to back off and Bill did not want any loans because I have agreed to fund Bill's business expansion."

Bill's elderly Grandmother Maudella "Maud" was an avid gardener and invited J. J., and Will to help her harvest rhubarb and learn how to prepare it to make the special family recipe of rhubarb-raspberry pie. J. J. was so fascinated as she carefully watched. Will went outside to watch rabbits sneaking around in the garden. While the pies were baking J. J. started looking at Great Grandma Maud's wedding rings that she had placed in a small dish when she started preparing the pies. Great Grandma Maud was delighted and "Jennifer Joy, someday these rings will be yours."

I took pictures of Jen Joy and Great Grandmother Maudella showing the pies as they cooled and of the wedding rings. Later that evening, Jen was delighted to show the pictures to Daddy Bill when rhubarb-raspberry was served for dessert. After Great Grandma Maud passed away, Bill brought home a box of letters, pictures, diaries, and a small pistol, along with Grandmother Maud's wedding rings in a small velvet sack in a fancy box.

On the day Bill went to Las Vegas, J. J. wanted to look at her rings and the special recipe so we could get what was needed to bake pies to surprise daddy Bill when he came home. I got the fancy box out of the safe, and we looked at J. J.'s rings and listed ingredients I would need to buy. At the kids' 8:30 bedtime I went upstairs with J. J and Will and helped them wash, brush their teeth, put their jammies on and tucked them in their beds.

Later that night, Chet called about 9:30 PM and said he would be coming by about 10 PM to show me what he had in mind. I said he could drop by and leave his proposal for Bill. Chet rang the doorbell about 10 PM, "Bill told me that you and he rebuilt this home and that you did most of the interior decorating." He asked to see our beautiful home. I let him in and showed him the downstairs living room, kitchen, family room and one of the five bedrooms and said our kids were sleeping upstairs. Chet paused when he saw J. J.'s rings and the pie recipe on the kitchen counter. I told him about Bill's Grandmother Maud giving them to our daughter and he asked, "do you know how wonderful it is to have this great family heirloom and pie baking tradition?"

Chet started to open the folder he brought and told me, "Jennifer you should be the beautiful model to show Bill's new products. I want to make Bill and you very rich. Help me convince Bill to let me pay you enough to clear your mortgage for an OPTION to purchase Cal-Star Med. Bill's products are selling because they are far better than the competition. I know how to get all the money Bill needs to expand his business. With your advertising and public relations savvy, we will get more than one offer.

Charlett Rouse, the Vice President of Marketing Bill met in Las Vegas said she can guarantee three times as much funding as shown in Bill's business expansion plan in exchange for an exclusive license to market his products throughout the world. Bill can pick the best deal and continue as president and CEO of Cal-Star Med. Every cash-rich pharmaceutical and medical products company will want to have Bill's products to market, and they will have the smartest and hardest working young CEO to keep adding new products." I replied, "No, Chet you will have to present your offer to Bill and I will not agree to help unless Bill tells me to." Chet stood up and said "Well, I'm going to the bathroom" and walked away.

Chet asked if he could fix a drink. I started to fix him a drink and he turned me towards him, cupped his hands close to my breasts and said "Jennifer you were absolutely the prettiest, petite breasted beauty on any high school debate team, and you have really developed in all the right places. Wow! You have become the most beautiful woman I know. I had a crush on you in high school and now I can't take my eyes off you."

Chet moved both hands around my waist and asked how I stayed in such great shape. As I turned away Chet started kissing my ear and then my neck. I turned and told him to leave but he pulled me tightly against him and fervently kissed me on my neck and passionately on my lips. I said "you must leave now. You have really upset me."

Chet said, "remember I asked you for a date to the senior dance and I had to cancel it because my brother wrecked my car, and I took him to the hospital." Chet asked if he could at least stay and finish the drink my trembling hands had managed to spill together for him. Chet mixed two more drinks, but I said, "not for me." Surprisingly, Chet put one of the drinks in his pants pocket then he said he would step out to see the pool and casita before he left. He went outside and I went to the kitchen and was so annoyed because I couldn't find J. J.'s rings.

I knew better but I followed him out to the pool. Chet started kissing my ear and neck again and said "I know you must have been the model for Bill's new gynecological inspection and surgical equipment" as he felt and caressed my pussy through my slacks. (Actually, before Bill quit his day job, he bought the Chinese made gyno equipment and we enjoyed "Playing "Doctor" as Bill kept improving his new models to be the best gyno equipment including an innovative new intrauterine device (IUD) and artificial insemination kits.)

I thought about screaming but realized there was no one who could help me and I didn't want to panic Will and Jen. And if I managed to run away, no one would be there to protect Will and Jen. Anyway, I had to get Chet to give back Bill's Grandmother Maud's wedding rings, he must have taken them.

Chet walked against me and had me on my heels as he backed me into the casita and pushed me down on the bed. I said, "STOP IT, PLEASE STOP." We wrestled strenuously as Chet kept pulling my slacks and panties down, but I kept struggling to pull them back up. We were both grasping for breath, my slacks and panties were bunched above my knees, but I was beginning to pull them up again and Chet said "Jennifer you are so strong, amazingly strong. You win, you have shown me that you are in control. Enjoy the thrill of your victory. You are in control."

But Chet did not leave. He had tricked me again so he could catch his breath and continue raping me. He said it is too bad that most of the buttons on your blouse were ripped off as we wrestled. He started straightening my blouse, but soon he was petting my breasts and playing with my nipples.

Chet forced his head between my thighs and pressed his chin against my bunched slacks and panties to lick my clitoris as he kept fingering until he found my g-spot. Although I was so angry and kept struggling to stop him, he somehow made my body climax. He lifted me to my hands and knees and gripped my waist as he forced his cock into my vagina. He started reciprocating with alternated periods of long and short strokes. After a very energetic intercourse he climaxed and said, "Jennifer that was absolutely wonderful." I struggled to regain my composure and barked, "now go, I have a lot of things to do so I can be ready for work tomorrow."

I wanted to protect our kids, Bill, and our parents and I did not want to get the police or reporters involved. I've never heard a rape victim's story that turned out well. And it couldn't turn out well for Bill or Cal-Star Med. Bill would be infuriated, distracted, embarrassed, depressed, and detoured from building enough tooling to perform his purchase order requirements to ship products. So, I carefully cleaned the casita and washed the sheets, pillowcases, and towels. The next morning, I anxiously looked all around the kitchen again but couldn't find J. J.'s rings. I was so desperate to put them in the black sack and return them to the safe.

Later that day Chet called me and said, "same time, same place" and disconnected. He called me about 9 PM and said "Jennifer, I'm in your casita." I tried to call him back to tell him to leave but he wouldn't answer. I made sure my kids were asleep and went out and demandingly asked Chet to give back J. J.'s missing rings.

Chet said "Jennifer you have proven that you will do anything to protect your family. And thank you for making the right decision by not calling the police, I am glad we are working together. I was looking at Bill's Grandmother's wedding rings, when I mixed the drinks, I might have absentmindedly put them in my pocket, under the drink." Chet grabbed my shoulders and flattered me saying I was amazing, and he couldn't stop thinking about me as he forced me down in bed to repeat the exciting time he forced me to have last night. As he left, he promised to look for J. J.'s rings in his pants pocket before they went to the dry cleaners.

I couldn't stop thinking about J. J.'s missing rings and Chet. For the next 6 days I went out to the casita about 10 PM hoping to get Chet to give back J. J.'s rings and Chet repeated what he had started. On each encounter, Chet would flatter me with a variation of one of the following "Jennifer you are the greatest, you have given me pleasures exceeding every previous experience. I can't stop thinking about you. Jennifer, every night you become more alluringly beautiful. Your spontaneity makes me so anxious to see you. I don't know what you are doing Jennifer, every time you are more exciting. You have cast your alluring spell of lust on me. I just can't help it Jennifer, you are really good, and getting better, I can't wait to see you. Jennifer, you are absolutely the best and you keep getting better."

On the third night he expanded his Casanova routine by adding a microwave-heated pad that he pressed against my pussy and then his hot fingers stimulated my g-spot. As Chet left, he said he was trying to find J. J.'s rings so he could bring them back.

On the fourth night, Chet had placed the ice bucket on the small table next to the head of the bed. I noticed several colors of popsicles sticking out of the ice, and I started imagining what might happen. After he started licking my clitoris, Chet selected a small piece of ice and placed it in my naval depression. But he soon moved it into a dripping spiral that arrived on my pussy. I was so curious and completely focused on what would follow. He inserted the small remaining sliver of ice into my vagina and moved it around as it melted, and he increased the rate and pressure of fingering my g-spot and I had a long series of intense orgasms. As he left, he said he was still trying to find J. J.'s rings so he could bring them back.

The next day, I called the only two drycleaning companies within 15 miles and said Mr. Wilson wants me to help him. I asked the managers if they had found the wedding rings that Mr. Wilson may have had in his pants pocket. One manager noted, "Mr. Wilson is a good customer and we leave his fresh bag and pickup his clothes bag tomorrow on Thursday morning." Both managers said there were no wedding rings in lost and found and there was no request to help find Mr. Wilson's lost rings.

Since the first day and on the following days I would get up early to wash, dry, and fold sheets and towels so Pat, our housekeeper, wouldn't notice. However, one day, she said you look tired, go to bed early and get rested. But I couldn't help thinking about J. J.'s rings, what Chet had done and might do next to get me to agree to help him get Bill to let him acquire an option to buy Cal-Star Med. I was sure Chet was lying about the dry cleaners and had to think of a way to get J. J.'s treasured heirloom rings back.

Each night Chet would add something new. One time, I was startled because he spanked my butt, and I couldn't believe how surprisingly hot it suddenly made me. Each time I tried to think of something that would convince Chet to give back J. J.'s rings.

On the last night Chet gave me J. J.'s rings and lied saying he was so sorry, but they had to be taken away from the wife of the employee who kept denying that he took them from his pants at the dry cleaner's. I hated Chet for requiring me to pay sex-ransom day after day to get back J. J.'s rings and I hated him for all the lies he told me. Chet continued; "Jennifer you have proven that you will do anything to protect your family, now you must help me convince Bill to let me acquire the option and make you both very rich, you can pay off your mortgage, and Bill will still be CEO and he will have funding to expand his production and fill all the backorders."

Bill came home very pleased about the new purchase orders for gyno inspection, biopsy, and surgical equipment that he got at the show in Las Vegas. Bill kissed me and happily said, "now we have so much work that must be done so we can keep making our mortgage payments." J. J. helped set the dinner table and was so pleased to serve the rhubarb-raspberry pie for dessert. Bill was delighted and exclaimed "this is so good, just like my Grandmother Maud made it. Thank you, Jen Joy, and thank you Jennifer."

Chet called and invited Bill to meet him for lunch about a better funding deal. At their lunch Chet must have said something that made Bill suspicious, and Bill wanted to know if I had been with Chet while he was away.

I said "Bill, I am so sorry, and I promise you it will never happen again." I had realized how cunningly Chet took J. J.'s rings and used disingenuous flattery and my foolish vanity to seduce me as sex-ransom. And now Chet was busy developing Bill's suspicions, so I decided it would be better for Bill to hear me confess all the details. I hoped it would preempt Chet's plans to manipulate Bill into agreeing to be financed by Chet's diabolic venture capital deal. I was sure any venture capital finance deal with Chet would not turn out well for Bill.

Bill asked if Chet was drugging me or holding a knife to my throat, or threatening our kids, and I answered "no, no, and no. He started it by taking J. J.'s Great Gramma Maud's rings to coerce and forcefully molest and rape me, and I don't know how, I can't understand how he made me let it become exciting. I didn't drink any alcohol or take any pills and I don't know why."

I asked Bill if he could ever forgive me, and he gruffly admitted "I am so devastated, and angry at you and Chet I don't know what to do." Bill added "Jennifer what hurts me the most is that you kept going out to our casita to fuck Chet every night while I was gone."

Bill wouldn't allow our conversation to continue, and he started to leave our home saying he had to finish repairing his facilities, building tooling and rapid production cells so high-quality products would be shipped on time. It is extremely important to keep getting new purchase orders. Remember we mortgaged our home to finance our business. As he walked out, Bill finally said "I am going to try to forget but don't know if I can because I can't stop thinking about what happened and kept happening while I was gone. Why didn't you tell me I was such a sorry failure at fulfilling your love-making desires?"

So, the earthquake seriously damaged our home but before that, I seriously damaged our marriage. Bill called and I overheard him tell our kids he dearly loves them but he is eating and sleeping at work so all the new products will be manufactured, and purchase orders will be filled and shipped on time.

I still think about J. J.'s rings, the ransom rape and sex ordeal I foolishly had with Chet, and about how sorry and ashamed I am for cheating on Bill. I wonder if it was mostly due to my determination to protect our family or was it the adrenaline rush for doing something wrong and risky that made it so exciting. And if I am ever pressed to reveal "my wish" for winning the road race with Chet it is "I wish I could make things like they were before Chet stole Great Grandmother Maud's wedding rings and I was forced to cheat and kept cheating on Bill and I hope my sex-ransom ordeal will not keep Bill from succeeding in his business."

I tried to call Bill and decided not to leave a message on his answering service. So, I tried the company number, and his secretary told me "Jennifer, Bill isn't here but he is working day and night repairing earthquake damages and making tooling for increasing production. You must take him home so he can get some rest."

I secretly thought "Right, I hope he will let me see him soon so I can ask him if he would like to start over so we can work together and rebuild our marriage and our home."

The next day I made two peanut butter sandwiches and put them in a paper bag along with a pull-top can of pickled beets and went to Bill's office. His secretary warmly welcomed me, and I gave her the lunch bag and said, "please ask Bill if he has time to share a peanut butter sandwich?" Bill came out, smiled, and said, "come with me."

The employee breakroom under Bill's new office has cabinets over a long quartz countertop, a large refrigerator freezer combo, two microwave ovens, a dishwasher, tables, and chairs. Bill's 2nd story office over the breakroom has a computer workstation, cabinets with a quartz-top kitchen counter, dishwasher, microwave oven, and refrigerator-freezer, a full bathroom, clothes closets, some chairs, and a sleeper sofa. Large double doors open to a conference room with an attractive table and chairs, big screen and projection equipment, and white boards with cork on the folding doors. Bill said "Jennifer, I have missed you, how are you, Will, and Jen Joy doing?"

"Bill, I miss you and our kids miss you, otherwise we are ok. Before you left home to sleep here, you asked me if it was like the rich guy getting the poor architect's wife in the "Indecent Proposal" movie? Jennifer continued "No he didn't fly me to a fabulous yacht with a new wardrobe for me to select something striking to wear to dinner. Chet was just a greedy con artist, thief, and rapist taking advantage of the really gullible wife of a great engineer. I should have loaded your Grandmother's pistol and shot Chet in the arm, leg, or foot each time he started pushing me backwards into the casita. I should have shot him and called for an ambulance and the police so Chet could tell the police about how he stole your Grandmother's wedding rings."

"I don't know if Chet initially intended to rape me when he first came to our home. He tried to get me to agree to help him convince you to take his VC Option deal. But I wouldn't agree to help him, and he got frustrated. He asked me to have a drink with him and I replied no, I'm fine and it appeared to make him more irritated. Chet discovered how much our family cherished your dear Grandmother Maud's wedding rings that she gave to J. J. He stole J. J.'s rings and coerced me down his slippery control slope of sex-ransom to get him to give back your Grandmother's wedding rings."

Jennifer imploringly continued "Bill, I found a highly recommended marriage counselor. Dr. April Crawford offers office visits or Zoom conferences. She guarantees confidentiality and will give us all our records at any time or at our last session. She will interview me for 30 minutes and you for 30 minutes and provide a written proposal. We can pay her $250/hour fee, and we can quit at anytime or continue 1-hour minimum sessions at the same hourly rate. Alternatively, based on our interviews, her proposal may offer a longer fixed-price deal."

Jennifer said "Bill, we have a lot of emotional investment and owe it to our children to try to save our marriage." Bill agreed saying "Yes, please let me know when our initial appointments are for starting our Zoom interviews."

Bill continued "I would like to meet you at our house after Pat brings the kids home tomorrow or this weekend to discuss our options about the earthquake damages. I am so thankful that you got the emergency repairs to restore the electricity, water, and sewer services."

Jennifer asked Bill "Do you have time to walk me through your expanded shop to see your new production equipment." Bill "Your plan to triple your work area by taking over the entire building but keeping your machine shop where it was to continue building production tooling as you moved your office to the 2nd story at the other end, really looks great, seems to work very well and you did it all so quickly." Bill and I went downstairs, put on safety glasses and I noted a big wall poster.

Cal-Star Med

WE MAKE THE WORLD'S BEST MEDICAL SUPPLIES

We walked along the stations where manufacturing techs and the Q. C. inspectors were anxious for Bill to see computer displays of their product inspection and production improvement records. Bill and his employees were so proud of what they were accomplishing.

As Jennifer started to drive back to work at the advertising agency she thought "I am so glad my workaholic Bill had his office sofa and food in the refrigerator instead of bar hopping to get an invitation for a place to sleep. Bill has very diligent workers. Some of them are very attractive women, obviously anxious to impress and please him. I better expedite our Zoom interviews with April, I need to find a way to overcome the problems I made and need the help of a successful marriage counselor."

Jennifer's Zoom session with Dr. April Crawford "April" the marriage counselor, started with a multiple-choice questionnaire that April filled in on her computer. I could see the questionnaire being filled in on my computer and she said "Jennifer, stop and correct me or discuss anything as it occurs to you" as she added our parents, courtship, marriage, children, employment, credit rating, home life, financial problems, medical information, love making characteristics and frequency, sex problems, why I thought our marriage was in distress, if I thought the problem is expected to grow or diminish, if I wished that I hadn't confessed my affair to my husband, and what I thought would be my best outcome and what I thought would be best for our children and for Bill.

Then April invited Jennifer to discuss what she listed for their marriage distress. April wanted to understand if Jennifer had been seeking attention or an affair with another man to satisfy sexual desires that Bill failed meet. And about all the other ways Bill irritated her or failed to meet her needs, desires, and expectations.

Jennifer asked April, "Bill and I were happy. I cannot understand why I continued to cheat on Bill for 6-days after Chet started rapping me." April answered, "COPING and TRANSFERENCE are well established mental behaviors. This is how humans have evolved to protect themselves from pain, anxiety and fear caused by another human. Among his modes of operation, a methodical manipulator may try many things to gain control of his victim, including rape. He selects a secluded setting for his assault so he can ignore NO, DON'T, STOP and her resistance as he continues nuzzling, kissing, licking, and fingering long enough for her body to automatically become aroused and orgasm.

The rapist relishes making the victim's body respond to his insistent manipulation regardless of what she previously intended and thought she would do. Scientific studies have also established that sexually active women who have previously developed the routine of seeking arousal and enjoying a climax orgasm are much more likely to transfer fear, pain, anger, and anxiety about an assault into arousal and orgasm. Their body's habitual arousal and orgasm responses are no more an indication of guilt or mental illness than an adrenaline rush, elevated heart rate, and erected nipples would be in response to the same stimulations by her loving partner.

Many women refuse to leave or prosecute their abusive husbands because they cope by transferring fear, anger, anxiety, pain and injury into arousal and orgasm. Some women exhibit the Stockholm syndrome, and after harmful treatment, defend their violator.

Underage, statuary rape is under reported. Too often because the family member or friend with access to her repeats his stimulation methods until the girl becomes accustomed to her automatic arousal and orgasm. Compared to her fear of being discovered and punished by her mother or some other authority, she may cope with the dilemma by welcoming the secret attention and caressing to continue the adrenalin rush excitement of her automatic arousal and orgasm. By the time she becomes of age she may have developed a craving for more and more sex regardless of how much or how little respect she has for the person she nonchalantly encourages to produce her automatic arousal and orgasm. This is why many religions require protective garments and one or more chaperones to protect women, particularly young women from succumbing to such assaults."

Bill's Zoom session verified most of what had been reported on Jennifer's questionnaire. And Bill discussed what he thought could be done to solve the problem he had because of Jennifer's affair with another man. Bill said he was humiliated since he thought Jennifer cheated because he was so dull and inadequate at love making. Bill said he would always love Jennifer, Will and Jennifer Joy and his best outcome would be to save their family from suffering problems he knew would accompany a divorce. Bill said he could consider the possibility of an open marriage or divorce, but he wanted to be with Will and J. J. as they grew up. Bill emphasized that he loved being the dad of William James and Jenifer Joyce.

April sent them a proposal which started with her acknowledgement that both parties agree on the main problem that is causing their marriage distress and that both parties want to find the best solution for each of them and their children, including the possibilities of an open marriage, divorce, or separation. April proposed a 1-hour Zoom meeting that could be extended for one more hour if needed for Jennifer, Bill, and her to discuss a mutually acceptable process for trying to solve the problems that had been identified. One or more Zoom sessions would focus on what progress, if any, had been made according to Jennifer's and Bill's subsequent replies.

In their first Zoom meeting, April invited Jennifer and Bill to say what they were most anxious to discuss. Jennifer started "Bill, I do not offer it as an excuse for how I disappointed you, but please consider the circumstantial evidence. You can find much of it by web searches." Jennifer displayed her list of information and evidence:

Chet is a cunning predatory venture capitalist and has made amazing profits by making deals that provide him with some sort of contingency control for manipulating small companies that he promises to fully fund. After they sign, Chet starts finagling to make his quick profit long before fully funding the small company. He has made quick profits at the expense of several small companies that failed because of Chet's wheeling and dealing - like he is doing by interfering with Bill's bank funding deals until Bill agrees to sell Chet a purchase option. Chet arranges a quick sale to a cash rich company and pockets the difference between the sale price and the option price. If the small company has a profitable history, Chet sets up an initial public offering or he arranges a buy-out by a big company that wants to acquire the small company's proprietary products that are perceived to threaten their market dominance. Either way Chet takes a very large profit, and the small company's founder gets saddled with the risk and long hours of hard work and is forced to initially accept far less than Chet gets. Chet said he was excited about Cal-Star Med's new products and the purchase orders that you were getting at the Las Vegas convention. And he said he wanted me to help him convince you to take the deal for financial support that I surmise would provide his greedy profit-motivated VC ways to manipulate you. For 10 years, Chet has been dating and going to exotic resorts with very attractive celebrities and gorgeous models. One of them is a wealthy X-rated video star, two of them are featured in R-rated movies with explicit sex scenes. Three of them are in sexy advertisements of exercise equipment, lingerie, and elegant clothing. I am not as attractive, or wealthy, and he obviously didn't need me to satisfy his sex drive and desires. But he knew how to steal J. J.'s rings and hold them for ransom as he skillfully used my vanity to flatter me into letting him manipulate and control me for 7 nights. When you came back from Las Vegas, Chet couldn't wait to tell you something that he thought might break us up and get into an expensive divorce to distract you from succeeding with the letters of credit and bank loans that were warranted by your business plan, purchase orders, employee morale, production and shipping records, and your engineering and business leadership capabilities. No doubt Chet thought he could manipulate us to spend a lot of time, emotional energy, and your business line of credit to pay expensive lawyers for the salacious divorce he planned. Chet would claim that he had acquiesced to my control because I won the wrestling match, which was how he continued seducing me. And then Chet could agree to help you by testifying against me so you would become amenable to signing his VC deal.

Bill, I am so proud of what you are accomplishing but if you want a divorce, I will understand and quietly accept it without needing a lawyer. I truly want to help you keep focused on producing high quality products and expanding your market share to make your business dream come true."

April asked Bill what he wanted to say.

Bill started "well that sheds some light on why Charlett Rouse an attractive vice president of sales for one of the biggest medical products companies kept flattering me, asking questions about future products, and trying to lure me into bed with her. Charlett and Chet probably intended to arrange for you to discover that I had an affair in Las Vegas, and it would help Chet manipulate us into an expensive divorce. So, Jennifer, would you please like to stay married or at least let me help you raise our great kids."

Tears were wetting Jennifer's cheeks, and she replied, "Bill please let us stay married and I will do everything I can to make our marriage good for both of us and our kids."

April said "that is good and enough for this hour. My professional opinion is that you two are truly in love, have a wonderful family, and will make the right decisions to do well on your own. However, let me know if you decide to schedule another Zoom counseling meeting. I will keep your file locked in my safe in case you decide to have me help get a restraining order to keep Mr. Chester A. Wilson away from you. He is a sadistic sexual predator."

Soon afterwards Bill called Jennifer from his office and said, "thank you Jennifer, when we are both home this evening, I want to discuss options for repairing or building a new home on our lot or somewhere else.

The owner of my building hired a construction firm with structural engineering expertise to determine what needed to be done to repair the earthquake damages. I reviewed their repair recommendations and made a deal with the owners to let me pay for repairing the building to meet the new earthquake resistance code in exchange for entering into a new lease for the entire building with the option to purchase the building at the present "as is" value.

It was a good deal for the building owners because they got a great insurance settlement and when I can buy the building they will get about the same amount of additional income. And we will own a great building at a fraction of market value."

After our kids were in bed, Bill said "Jennifer you need to know what Chet said at lunch. He mentioned great video recordings featuring you that he wanted me to see sometime. Everyone who saw Jennifer running the road race should see these. At first, I thought it would be videos of you running in the road race to fund cancer research. But knowing what the videos could be now that you told me the details about what happened in our casita, I think it may be possible that Chet will want to pay for repairing or replacing our home."

Jennifer exclaimed "Bill, how could that possibly happen, why would Chet want to pay for fixing or replacing our home?" Bill replied "I suspect Chet may have secretly made videos of some of your casita sex sessions. According to California law, we can get an immediate court order for injunctive relief to prevent further business interference actions and require Chet to turn over any and all videos and related memoranda concerning you to prevent the Revenge Porn he threatened.

After we file the action for tortious Intentional Business Interference by Chet's Alienation of Affection and other actions we can get a permanent injunction and provide absolute "in camera" protection to prevent Chet's implicit threat of Revenge Porn or any other immanent or future damages to you, to our children, to my employees, customers, business, or our marriage.

I met with one the most successful trial lawyers of a big contingency-fee law firm that advertises on TV. Madeline Epstan Esq., "MsMad" said this case for Intentional Business Interference by Alienation of Affection case based on your and my eye-witness testimonies could reasonably be worth millions, and any corroborating video evidence would be good too along with Chet's sworn testimony that verifies his actions.

MsMad offers to represent us according to a contingency-fee contract. Her law firm will pay all legal costs and expenses and take nothing unless we decide to settle in our favor. If a settlement is made before trial and she will get 33%, and we receive the remainder less the legal costs and expenses. If the case goes to trial, she will get 50% and we will have the legal costs and expenses deducted from the remainder. And if the case goes to the court of appeals, she will get 66% and we will receive the remainder after the legal costs and expenses are deducted.

MsMad wants any and all Non-Disclosure Agreement "NDA" documents that either of us signed. She said it is common practice for unscrupulous movie makers and business promoters to get their victims to sign NDA's and she will need to deal with them.

MsMad researched Dr. April Crawford's qualifications for expert witness testimony, and she thinks April would be great. We need to ask April if she would be willing to testify as our expert witness in an "in camera" case.

MsMad researched Chester A. Wilson's net worth, and it is more than $700 million; in addition, he has professional liability insurance for his VC actions. MsMad said she knows a well-qualified business finance professor for testifying about the dramatically high expense and business risk of Chet's VC financing compared to bank loans. She believes we have ample evidence to prove that Chet's premeditated business interference actions were profit motivated as part of his VC profession. His business liability insurance will help pay for damages caused by his actions. MsMad thinks it is reasonable that compensatory damages should be more than $10 million and punitive damages could be 10 times more.

Jennifer, do you remember if there was enough light in the casita for a secret video to be made?" Jennifer replied, "after the first night Chet was already in the casita before I came out and he always turned the light on to open the package and roll on a condom."

Bill continued "Jennifer we have always worked well together. Let's work together and make lemon aid out of the lemons Chet is throwing at us. Remember how we learned so much and felt great accomplishment when we worked together repairing our home.

We made a very valuable home by our hard work in spite of bruises, cuts, and abrasions. Remember when you accidentally knocked me off the 2nd story roof when you turned and inadvertently swung the long paint pole you were carrying, and my flailing arm was cut on the steel gutter on the 1st floor roof before I splatted on the sidewalk below. And the time I over sprayed and painted your hair. And all the splinters, black fingernails, other ouchies, and arguments. It would be hilarious to watch video replays of those slapstick comedy highlights.

Please help me learn how to arouse and give you pleasure by teaching me how Chet made sex so exciting for you. Remember, Chet has learned his Casanova act from 5 or 6 very experienced women. I want the benefit of everything those women taught Chet over the last 10 years. You took his best course in our casita. Please help me learn how to do all of it better than Chet."

Jennifer replied "we can try some things that you invent, but Bill we were happy from the time you affectionately asked me if I wanted you to take my virginity and I said yes, and we learned to excite and please each other, and you practiced faithfully to masterfully sire our two wonderful children, and had me help you develop your new gynecological equipment for doctors. Bill, you are already far ahead of Chet who has probably never been with a virgin and has no children. Your new gynecological equipment for doctors has already enabled at least 1,000 times more women than Chet has to have better sex lives. There is no way Chet will ever catch up to your rapidly growing accomplishments to help thousands of women have better sex lives."

THE FBI INVESTIGATION -Chapter 11

CHAPTER 11 BACKGROUND

Jennifer Long and Bill Thompson were on the same cross-country and glee clubs in Sky Lakes high school.

Jennifer Long and Bill Thompson graduated from UCLA in California.

After graduating from UCLA, Jennifer married Bill and they have two children, Will and Jan

Jennifer Long and Chet Wilson were on the same debate team in Sky Lakes high school.

Chet Wilson graduated from Yale University.

Jennifer and Bill Thompson mortgaged their home to start a business called Cal-Star Med.

Dramatic events followed a robbery of polymer molding tooling from Cal-Star Med.

THE DRAMA

Local police came to Cal-Star Med to make a report about a theft of company property.

Police officer Zane Smythmeyer interviewed several employees.

Velda Mager "Velda" one of the eyewitness employees said "on Tuesday afternoon she was operating an injection molding press. "On Friday, I learned that a large van arrived at the loading dock and the driver was carrying a clipboard with an official looking delivery document and said he was delivering freight. Someone on the dock signed the delivery papers and opened our large dock door."

"Tuesday was when I saw the driver open his truck's roll up door and he drove his forklift out of the van carrying a large box and went to the tooling department. He drove to the tooling rack area and unloaded the box. Then he went back to his truck and brought another large box to the tooling area and unloaded it. I saw him use a claw hammer to open the lid of the first box. He took pictures of the part production numbers and used his forklift to take three press mold tool blocks from the rack of TESTED AND APPROVED TOOLING and put them into the first box. Then he replaced the lid, picked up that box, and drove it with his forklift into his truck and closed its door. I saw him drive away."

Police Officer: "Velda tell me all the names of everyone who could have been on the loading dock on Tuesday to sign the delivery papers." Please print their names on this sheet along with their employment categories, such as foreman, doc worker, maintenance, tool maker, janitor, consultant, or executive."

Velda how did you learn on Friday about what happened on Tuesday so you could eyewitness the actions of the truck driver and forklift travel within your manufacturing plant. On the next page List, the names and employment status of everyone who told you what happened before you eye witnessed the theft.

Velda, do you know the person who drove the forklift to steal the tooling? Velda said "no."

Velda, could you recognize him if you saw his photograph or if he stands in a line up with other men? Velda said "I don't know. He wore a hat, coveralls, and black gloves like some of the other delivery men."

Velda how tall and how much do you think he weighed? Velda said, "I don't know, he might be about the same size and weight as my brother who is 5'10'' and weighs about 180 lbs."

Velda what color was his skin, color of his eyes, and if he had any visible scars or tattoos? Velda said "I don't know about his eyes, but he is a white man, and I didn't see any scars or tattoos, he was always too far away. He wore horn rimmed glasses. Maybe they were safety glasses."

Velda did he limp or have any other characteristic that you noticed? Velda said "I don't know of any. He seemed confident driving his forklift and agile as he got on and off his forklift and when he rolled down his truck door."

After several more employee interviews a police detective came to interview Bill Thompson, the CEO of Cal-Star Med.

Mr. Thompson, my name is Bart Yalls and I want you to tell me who you might suspect and why they might want to steal tooling from your business.

Bill replied, "the three tooling sets the phony freight delivery man stole were made to increase production of the three products that have the highest demand. We worked around the clock to make the tooling and try to keep up with the purchase orders we are receiving for these products. Our products made right here in the USA are outselling products that are made in China and marketed by big companies that sell medical supplies. One possibility is that my tooling was secretly shipped to China and has been quickly reverse engineered. Soon the Chinese will have more tooling than I can afford to make and put into production and they will be molding look alike products that will be selling at discount prices here and around the world without regard for my patent rights."

Bart Yalls said, "based on what I have learned from your employees, customers, and bankers let me see if I understand what you called one possibility. So, the Chinese steal already tried and proven tooling to make look alike products to sell in the market your products developed. The Chinese do not spend the time or blood sweat and tears that you did as you struggled to find barely enough funding so you take all the business risk?"

Bill, "Yes, I suspect that could be pretty much what is happening. Time will tell. And there's not much I can do about it. I certainly can't afford to pay US attorneys to hire Chinese attorneys to try to get Chinese court orders to stop them from making, using, or selling my products. Unfortunately, I can't even afford to pay US attorneys enough to stop the US companies from making, importing, using, or selling lookalikes of my products."

Bart Yalls "The FBI can find much more evidence including international communications and investigate Chinese company shipments to US companies. Do you want this case referred to the FBI?"

Bill paused, "Yes, I might learn something useful. At least I can show my employees that I am trying to do something to save their jobs and my company. And maybe it will help me explain to my wife and kids why we must let the bank take our home because I used it as collateral to secure the loan for starting our business."

Two FBI agents came to Cal-Star Med to confirm the information they had received from police investigator Bart Yalls.

Mr. Thompson, my name is Jacob Vasquez and this is Agent Sandra Stigger. Our legal department reviewed your case and it may be an international intellectual property theft crime. We want you to review this report and mark it up with corrections.

While we are here, let's start with US citizens who could have been involved or who might benefit from the theft of your tooling.

Agent Sandra Stigger asked "please provide contact information for the doctors who agreed that your products are superior to the flimsy Chinese imports. And any other information including purchase orders that you received at the Las Vegas trade show and afterwards."

Bill, "Ok. Well, it is possible that any of the big company executives or their consultants encouraged the Chinese to make cheaper knockoffs of my products."

Bill continued, "But it is possible that one of the Venture Capitalist groups or business brokers did it to urge me into letting them sell my company to one of the big companies that have expressed an interest. A venture capitalist named Chester A. Wilson has been trying various ways to get control of my business. One of his latest schemes involves getting me to sell him an option to buy my company so he can flip it to a big medical products marketing company. It is also possible that Mr. Wilson is dealing with a Chinese manufacturer or some other offshore company.

Bill, "It wouldn't surprise me to learn that Mr. Wilson hired a truck driver to steal my tooling and put it in a warehouse that Mr. Wilson controls. That would be in keeping with his strategies and past behavior. I know Mr. Wilson is capable of stealing something and causing others to suffer the consequences of his underhanded actions. He doesn't care who gets hurt so long as he profits."

Agent Sandra Stigger asked "Please provide Mr. Wilson's contact information and what you know about his mode of operation and strategies. No doubt, it will be worthwhile to know more about his misrepresentations and actions."

Bill replied, "My wife and I filed a civil lawsuit against Mr. Wilson for business interference damages. But the case is being settled and all the records, evidence, and proceedings must be held in secret according to a court order requiring strict and absolute confidentiality. However, I can say that the settlement amount we are supposed to receive is sufficient to include the cost for complete restoration of our home to updated earthquake resistance codes. I do not know if we will have to go back to court to actually get Mr. Wilson to pay."

Agent Sandra Stigger "Please also supply me with the names and contact details of job shops and contractors for big companies and their employees and consultants who might benefit by stealing your tooling or participating in coercion to cause you to sell your company to them."

Agent Sandra Stigger continued "According to the police report, you continue to be puzzled about the truck driver taking pictures with his cell phone of the part numbers of the three tool sets."

Bill "Yes, it makes me wonder if the truck driver might have been verifying some tooling identification information that one of our present or former employees provided. Or information that a computer hacker spy got, or information that a spy found in our company trash. And he might have been sending the pictures to someone outside that he was working for."

Agent Sandra Stigger, "Ok let me know if you get any more clues and of any others including present or former suppliers, employees, or associates, that you might think would benefit from such actions. We will want you to review and comment about the information we collect about the companies receiving shipments of medical equipment and supplies from Chinese and other Asian companies."

Meanwhile, our lawsuit for damages due to premeditated business interference including alienation of affection by Chet's actions progressed. At the pretrial hearing Judge Swanson dictated, "Let the pretrial record reflect that the parties have stipulated to have an in camera trial without a jury and this Court overrules Defendant's various pending objections and based on video evidence produced by Defendant Wilson and Dr. April Crawford's expert opinion and Defendant Chester A Wilson's 5th Amendment Objection albeit sworn admission that he stole a treasured family heirloom from the Plaintiffs' home and held it to demand ransom by repeated rapes of Plaintiff Jennifer Thompson. And furthermore, Defendant Wilson did so for the purpose of forcing Plaintiff Jennifer Thompson to help Defendant interfere with Plaintiff William Thompson's business plans and operations by convincing her husband to accept Defendant Wilson's offer to acquire an option to purchase his Cal-Star Med company. And that Defendant did so to quickly receive a large profit by selling the Plaintiffs' company to a large medical products marketing company. And furthermore, to accept Defendant Wilson's sworn testimony admitting that he interfered with Plaintiffs' negotiation for business development loans and thereby interfered with Plaintiff William Thompson's Cal-Star Med's business plan and business performance. The Court will allow testimony and argument regarding alleged revenge porn by Defendant Wilson and the Plaintiffs' expert witness report that rape can produce anxiety, pain, and anger that the victim psychologically transfers to stimulation, excitement, and orgasm without it being consensual. And regarding compensatory and punitive damages to accept the Plaintiffs' business analyst expert's opinion that such actions by Defendant Wilson comprise business interference including delay of business expansion loans by more than 6 months have allowed Chinese copies of Cal-Star Med's products to flood the market and cause losses of more than twelve million dollars and the Defendant's persistent coercion to acquire an option to purchase Plaintiffs' business would cause several million dollars of near-term damages and the likelihood that during the next decade, business damages amounting to several hundred million dollars would occur. This Court hereby orders an In Camera Trial regarding business damages and the pain and suffering including alienation of affection and separation of the Plaintiffs to cause such business damages and this Court further orders continued provisions for strict protection of all evidence, deposition transcripts, expert witness reports, and proceedings including the videos, emails, oral and written deals that Defendant Wilson kept pitching to Plaintiffs William and Jennifer Thompson. Moreover this Court will provide a date after conclusion of this trial for oral arguments on Plaintiffs' pending Motion to require continuing in camera protection if this Court makes a referral for criminal investigation regarding evidence including videos produced by Defendant and identification by Defendant of persons in said videos, and admission by sworn testimony of Defendant that said videos record the repeated rape of Plaintiff Jennifer Thompson. Furthermore, this Court strongly advises the parties to try to reach a settlement before trial."

As the trial date neared, Chet's liability insurance lawyer agreed to pay their policy limit of $150 million and Chet agreed to pay an additional $100 million to settle the case. After reimbursement of about $2.5 million in expense advancements MsMad's law firm would receive $81,675,000 and we would receive the balance of $165,825,000 million before taxes. It would allow us to pay off all business debts, fund Bill's expansion of Cal-Star Med, repair and reinforce our home to exceed earthquake codes, and pay off our home mortgage.

REGAL PROPERTIES, LLC

One of my advertising agency clients is "REGAL PROPERTIES, LLC which is owned by Willeta Kramer, "Wil Lea" a registered realtor and broker. Wil Lea met with me in our advertising agency's planning room and Wil Lea said "Jennifer, let's review your walk-through videos highlighting the features of my new listing of a 3-story luxury home." How rapidly can you stylize the written information to make advertisements like you previously prepared for local and national advertisements of several luxury properties.

Wil Lea has twin daughters who attend dance classes with our daughter Jennifer. One evening while we waited for our daughters to finish their dance class, Wil Lea took a call and said she had to immediately go somewhere and asked if I would please take her twins home to their father. I said "sure, glad to" and Wil Lea replied, "thank you, thank you, a realtor gets many urgent requests."

When we met again to review the advertisement I prepared, Wil Lea asked if she blended enough sex appeal with the features of the luxury home, I said "Yes a beautiful woman showed a very well endowed luxury home and invited interested parties to come and stay overnight as she promised they would love it including the sunset and sunrise magic from the outlook patio, next to the 3rd floor elevator serving the theater and photo gallery."

Wil Lea said, "fine, arrange the national and local advertisements, let's sell this property. By the way, I have a client request for properties available in the area surrounding the most damaged zone of the earthquake. Would you and Bill like to have me sell your home?" I replied, "no thanks, Bill got the extreme makeover permits to repair and reinforce our home to exceed earthquake resistance codes."

Wil Lea went on, "Jennifer you and Bill are both very attractive. My husband and I have an open marriage. We married with the understanding that REGAL PROPERTIES, LLC had a profit center apartment where I met certain clients for special massages and various sex therapies. He said remember that apartment is where we usually met before we married. He approved providing I would not help more than one client per week, and he could have cameras installed showing him who came and left my parking spaces, the entrance, living room, kitchen and bedroom so he could monitor what went on and call the building guard or police for help if I was in any danger. And he said it would be a real turn on to see me servicing my clients. And now he has a collection of his favorite porno videos. Guess what, most of them star me."

Wil Lea continued, "And I have an arrangement with an attorney gigolo, Sarval Arlodowski "Arlie" who now owns a luxury home his elderly fiancé left him. As executor of her estate with power of attorney he could direct himself to spend what might be needed to repair and improve her home and sell it as earthquake threatened property or save the heirs the hassle and deed it to himself. As the the executor of her estate with power of attorney Arlie decided to forgo the expenses of repairs and improvements and deed it to himself so he could distribute a larger amount from her bank accounts, stocks, and bonds to her children.

Arlie was going to have me sell it but changed his mind because he offered a Swing By Vacation for couples to secretly experience the excitement and pleasures of being hosted by an attractive swinger couple in his luxury home at $5,000 a day or $30,000 for a week. Arlie said there are dozens of couples wanting to submit their medical exams and liability releases and come and be hosted by an attractive swinger couple in a luxury home. My husband and I hosted a couple for a day of secret swinging with a prominent public figure and his young trophy wife. Afterwards, my husband said it would have been good 20 years ago but his best moment was agreeing with the other husband that the best sex was watching me with the trophy wife. You and Bill can be paid $3,000 a day, enjoy being pampered with great snacks and meals, do some swinging, and a chauffeur with a limousine will bring you and drive you home. Arlie is working his gigolo romance on another wealthy lady but he thinks it will take a long time so he will buy another luxury home from me if I can find enough attractive swingers to host more Swing By Vacation couples."

Wil Lea showed me a video on her cell phone and I was surprised to see Chet pushing her high on a swing as they posed for Arlie's pitch to prospective clients. And, I have also been the single day Swing By Vacation hostess several times for couples and once for two men after Arlie added "highly recommended bisexual hostess available by special request" in his pitch to prospective clients. Arlie also shows the Swing By Vacation home-maker couple who live at the residence so she can quickly prepare snacks and meals when requested, be the housekeeper to clean, and wash bedding. Her husband is the chauffeur who drives the airport limousine, does the gardening, and brings in flower bouquets to please the guests.

Wil Lea asked again "Jennifer is this something you and Bill would like to try?" "I quickly replied, "No thanks, we are completely busy with Bill's business expansion and restoring our home. Is Mr. Wilson one of your regulars?" Wil Lea replied, "Oh no, but my husband has invested in some of Chet's new ventures and found it was much better to exit with Chet for quick profits than to stay invested with the struggling new ventures. That's how I met Chet and recruited him to be a Swing By Vacation host.

Wil Lea continued, "I showed the housekeeper how to have warm bath towels ready, cookies baking, delicious fresh garbanzo bean hummus and melon balls in the refrigerator and to serve us get-acquainted snacks with Moroccan mint tea, or coffee served with a side dish of vanilla ice-cream whitener, when the guests arrived. At our get-acquainted visit, I gave a gift bag with a detachable food request form for lunch, supper, and snacks to each of them and to Chet containing a razor, toothbrush, toothpaste, gargle, an assortment of condoms, interesting lubricants, perfume, cologne, decorated eye masks, soft slip-knot tie ribbons, and monogrammed kimonos with their nick names, "Brin," "Stan," "Chet" and "Lea" on mine. Then we made a walk-around tour and discussed the "SOMETHING NEW" "FIRST TIME" "TWO'S GOOD, THREE'S BETTER" and "SWING FOUR" bedroom suites, looked at the assortment of sex toys in the "PLAY WITH ME" room, tested the water in the hot tub, spa, and swim pool."

Wil Lea continued, "I suggested we play hide and seek, and each time a hidden person was found by the seeker, the seeker would remove an item of clothing from the found person who would then become the new seeker. Although Chet didn't continue to play after he lost his shirt, we shrieked with delight and laughter until the three of us were naked."

Wil Lea continued, "I massaged the couple separately and thrilled Stan the husband and pleased Brin, the wife. Later I danced wearing an eye mask with our masked guest gentleman and asked him who he imagined was in his arms. He said you are June, my best friend's sister. He asked me who I imagined was holding me and I said you are Daniel Craig; I want you 007. Daniel Craig enthralled June in the FIRST-TIME bedroom suite. Who knew June would get so excited to have 007 tie her down and passionately master her."

Wil Lea continued, "Because we had such fun playing hide and seek, I said Stan you be the first finder, as Brin and I ran away to hide. After a while I only had only one shoe left when I waved at Brin to come into the TWO'S GOOD, THREE'S BETTER bedroom suite to hide with me. After a while, Stan found us in each other's arms and we were happy to make the finder happy too with all the sex arrangements and positions three can do. Then we sprawled in the hot tub to discuss our sensational hide and seek three-way. Stan mentioned that he is a practicing urologist and how my massage of his prostate was so surprisingly wonderful. Brin said I know some couples who need to pep up their dull marriages by experiencing my Swing By Vacation. And then we reinvigorated ourselves in the swimming pool.

Wil Lea said, "Chet kept dozing on the lounge chair with an umbrella by the pool between his weightlifting and treadmill exercises but he ordered drinks, snacks, and special meals. Somehow Brin managed to do some swinging with him. Afterwards, Arlie said the visiting husband and wife thought I was so well organized and exciting it was certainly worth the trip but Chet was too self-centered. Brin recounted that the only way she could get Chet in gear was to request him to bring his muscle man to find her in the SOMETHING NEW bedroom suite and rape her as if it were a surprise conquest by a friend of her husband."

I told Chet, I did the heavy lifting and should get 60% of the fee but he snapped "so I was depressed, but I get at least 50%." True to his self-aggrandizing form, Chet told Arlie at the right much higher price, he could bring a famous movie star to help hostess Swing By Vacation deals. My advice and I am sure my husband would agree, is to stay away from Chester Wilson."

FBI Agent Sandra Stigger called Bill, "We want you to review and comment about the evidence and information we have collected so far about the companies sending and receiving shipments of medical equipment and supplies from Chinese and other Asian companies. And Charlett Rouse, one of the marketing company executives at your seminar in Las Vegas sent pictures and video of you to Mr. Wilson. I tried to interview Mr. Wilson and he directed me to his lawyer. I tried to interview Charlett Rouse and she referred me to her lawyer. I will have our lawyers get a subpoena to take her deposition and ask Ms. Rouse to supply all correspondence with you, employees of Cal-Star Med and Mr. Wilson and to identify her guest on her credit card charges for meals, drinks, and room services. However, I interviewed several of the medical doctors who said your products are superior compared to the products made in China, confirmed their opinions, and said they had told Charlett Rouse so when she video recorded them."

Bill replied, "Ok, and I would like to have you come and interview Mr. Clarence Zang our forklift operator. He seems to have had the closest look at the truck driver who stole three sets of tooling. Mr. Zang thinks the truck driver was wearing a fake mustache because it looked like it was beginning to peel away from his face on one side. And Mr. Zang can tell you much more about the delivery boxes and forklift that the truck driver drove into and out of our manufacturing area to the tool storage racks. He will show you the box that the forklift driver left in our shop. He doesn't think the contents of that box have been removed or examined for clues. Mr. Zang has a theory about why the thief brought two boxes in from his truck and only took one back out to his truck. Mr. Zang thinks the forklift driver was making our employees think he left replacements for the tools that he took in the other box.

Faun Lee's is a beautiful blend of Chinese, Karok American Indian, Norwegian, and Mexican ancestors, she is 5' 8" and weighs 135 lbs. Faun Lee is very proud of her American melting-pot heritage starting with her Chinese ancestor Lo Lee, who immigrated from China in 1864 to work as a hammer and chisel tunnel driller and blaster for mountain tunnels and then as a track layer for the Pacific and Union Pacific Railroads.

But Lo Lee was trusted with other assignments. He went to China every year to recruit more men to make bridges and tunnels for railroads through the mountains. And he regularly went to the ports to bring back bulk supplies of food, clothing, and shoes for the tunnel workers.

Lo Lee attended a boarding school to learn mathematics and English writing and fluently spoke English in addition to Mandrin and Cantonese dialects. After graduating he continued to keep his hair cut short and managed to wash and iron his clothes.

Lo Lee was bringing a wagon loaded with rice, meat, flour, salt, spices, and other supplies from the Alameda Terminal of the San Francisco Bay when his arm was crushed under a boulder and his supply wagon was mostly buried in avalanche rubble. His frightened mule team broke their harness attachment to the wagon and ran away.

Lo Lee was unconscious and deathly cold when he was discovered by a hunter named Waysi, a Karok Indian woman who was loading a travois with dressed deer meat that were killed or disabled by the avalanche. Waysi cut and trimmed a strong sapling to pry the boulder off of Lo Lee, spread a cover blanket and held her naked body against his and rubbed his feet and legs until he was warm enough to regain consciousness. Waysi built a fire to heat water for making a medicinal herb tea and fed Lo Lee thin slices of raw deer liver. Waysi aligned Lo Lee's broken bones and splinted his arm. She left to track the runaway mules. Waysi came back with Olaf Jorgensen her Norwegian husband and their teenage daughter Frida. While Olaf repaired the harness, Waysi and Frida moved away the ice and rock debris so they could salvage most of the supplies on the wagon.

Olaf was a trader, Waysi added fresh meat and salmon to their excursions to the tunnel drillers' work camps. On this trip they were glad to be introduced to Lo Lee's camp manager who gladly bought Waysi's fresh meat along with cook pots, sewing and darning needles, thread, yarn, and other supplies. Because of his debilitating injuries the camp manager said he couldn't pay Lo Lee to hang around but to come back if he recovered. Lo Lee went with Olaf's family down the mountain to let Waysi help heal his broken arm and other injuries. Lo Lee fervently insisted that he owed his life to Waysi and Olaf and would serve them until he died, but Olaf said they would be grateful enough if Lo Lee would help them double their business by bringing wagon loads of food and supplies to the tunnel drillers' work camps.

About a year later, Olaf, Waysi, Frida and Lo Lee's thriving business had more than doubled. Lo Lee married Frida Jorgensen and they had a son Olaf Lee. Olaf Lee became a teacher in Los Angeles and learned Spanish and trigonometry as he taught Norwegian, Mandrin and Cantonese to another teacher named Valentina Lopez. Olaf Lee married Valentina and they had a son named Linal Lee. Linal Lee married June Neilsen and Faun Lee is one of their daughters.

Faun Lee graduated from nursing school at a local community college in 2020. Faun Lee is gratified to be a loyal American who speaks English, Spanish, Norwegian, Cantonese, and Mandrin along with some Karok names of animals, trees, and edible plants. Faun Lee is also proud to be the Chief Quality-Control Inspector for Cal-Star Med.

A private detective calls Chet "I followed a young chick to the Purpuz Bar where she visited with a blond chick in white nursing clothes who looks like she will leave with some guy. Your chick has long black hair and is wearing a blue work shirt with Chief Quality Control Inspector, Cal-Star Med above the left pocket." Soon Chet arrives and introduces himself as Chester "Chet" Wilson, "I am a friend of your boss." Chet bumps aside Faun Lee's drink and orders two exotic drinks and as Faun Lee sips her expensive new drink she asks, "how do you know my boss?" Chet says, "I finance new ventures and Bill obviously has great products, I understand Bill is expanding his production capacity."

Faun proudly replies, "yes we have expanded and plan to keep expanding." Chet asks "you are in a large building but will it be big enough for all three of your products, where will everything be? Chet produces a clip board and Faun Lee sketches a floor plan and labels three production cells with their part numbers. Chet observes, "I suppose a QC Chief knows your products by their part numbers" Faun Lee nods "yes" as Chet asks, "did Bill move his office and tooling shop to another building?" Faun answers, "No, the tooling shop stayed where it was and they keep building new tooling including components for an artificial insemination kit."

Faun Lee continues, "Bill remodeled eliminating all the offices at the other end and built his new office above the renovated employee break room." As Faun spoke, she added the tooling shop, the production cell part number for the new AI kits, and the renovated employee break room to the sketch. Chet said "I am sorry, I must go to an appointment now but It was really nice to meet you Faun Lee, here is my card, Please send me your contact information. I am attracted to you and would like to take you to dinner sometime soon."

After the tooling robbery, Faun Lee realizes what happened and regrets being tricked into giving Chet a sketch about the floor plan of Cal-Star Med. She is motivated to find a clue that links the truck-driver thief (also Chinese mixed race) to Chet in or on the box the thief left near the molding tool storage rack.

Faun Lee tells Bill Thompson about Chet Wilson tricking her into giving him part numbers and their floor plan. She agrees to help Bill by responding to any other efforts by Chet to get information about stealing the new tooling to build Bill's new artificial insemination components and AI kits.

Bill, Faun Lee. and Clarence Zang make a plan. Clarence Zang will wear a Cal-Star Med shirt to the Great Gamble Bar and Grille where he gambles and loses several days in a row - until Chet's detective secretly videos him. Hopefully, maybe later that evening, Chet's truck-driver thief will come to the bar and ask Clarence how much he has lost, and Clarence can adlib the conversation from there.

Clarence grumbles, "About $150 a day for 3 days, and so far about $200 tonight, I'm so broke." The truck-driver thief said I know how you can make back more than you lost, how about $2,000 cash in a few days.

Clarence grouses, "no thanks, I don't have a gun and anyway it would be just my luck to get trapped in a liquor store with automatic door locks." Chet's truck-driver thief laughingly replies, "if you can drive the Cal-Star forklift I will pay you two grand to pick up a shipping box that I leave on the loading dock and bring it back loaded with this part number tooling and sample parts. I will leave the shipping box with shipping papers on the dock tomorrow before noon. You can text FOB on this burner cell any time within the next few days and I will come and pick it up and inspect the tooling and sample parts you added. After you get off work, go to the Great Gamble Bar and Grille and I will hand you two grand in an envelope.

Bill modifies the artificial insemination "AI" tooling to add a "YAIX" symbol in each molded part. Clarence modifies the thief's shipping container to add attractive molded foam nesting cavities for protecting the AI tooling and sample parts but that provides enough room for a padded place under a false bottom so Faun Lee can secretly witness and video what happens after the thief takes it. After Clarance sends the FOB message, Faun Lee wiggles into the padded space below the tooling and sample parts. After about a 45-minute ride the thief's truck parks in a closed warehouse. About 30 minutes later, Faun Lee can see, hear, and move the video camera to follow Chet as he looks at the AI tooling and thanks the truck-driver thief for stealing the new tooling to build new AI components and kits. Chet continues, "our Chinese clients will be here soon to inspect the tooling and tell you which hangar at the airport to take this box for the direct flight to China." The thief nails the shipping box lid shut. The truck door is closed.

When the truck door is opened Faun Lee moves the video camera to follow Chet's Chinese clients as they inspect the AI tooling and sample products. Faun Lee understands the Chinese speaking Mandrin to verify Chet's delivery of Cal-Star Med's tooling and sample parts. The Chinese conversation continues, "ok, as soon as this container leaves US airspace, wire the last $5 million payment Chet's offshore account to complete the $20 million for four sets of Cal-Star Med's tooling and samples. We must keep Chet happily working for us because he is delaying Cal-Star Med's production and manipulating the QC girl with Chinese ancestry to get more details about Cal-Star Med's new secret development. We will soon flood the market and either buy Cal-Star Med with Chet's Option or put them out of business."

After the shipping box lid is replaced and nailed shut, the truck door closes and Faun Lee moves the video camera into a protective light pipe fixture. Faun Lee wiggles out by sliding a removable board at the end of her secret compartment, sprays a liquid that starts foaming to fill the space she just left, slides the escape board back to be adhesively locked in place by the rapidly rising foam.

When the truck door is opened at the Chinese private cargo jet hangar, Fuan Lee grabs and holds herself close to the back of the forklift before stepping off as it passes by some 40' truck shipping containers and crouches undetected under one of them as the forklift takes the shipping box to the private cargo jet. Faun Lee makes her way to the terminal area and gracefully strips off and discards the relaxed black soft crepe bodysuit covering her body, arms, and legs along with the black stretch knit cap, goggles, and gloves to reveal her wearing attractive sunglasses, a yellow stretch band smoothing her hair, and a yellow miniskirt over a yellow fitted whole body suit, and leaves in an airport taxi. Three days later the video transmitter and location transponder are reactivated in the China Med tooling shop for copying Bill's tooling to rapidly make copies of Bills new products.

Chet and his insurance company pay $250 million to settle Bill and Jennifer Thompson's tortious Business Interference Case. FBI Agent Sandra Stigger arranges subpoenas for video recordings of the testimonies of Willian Thompson, Faun Lee, and Clarence Zang, to identify the persons in the videos showing Chester Wilson's dealings with his truck-driver thief, and his Chinese clients along with identification of the private cargo jet. After Agent Stigger shows the evidence to FBI attorneys she observes "Faun Lee, you and Clarence Zang should consider becoming FBI field agents! Our lawyers have secured court ordered injunctive relief to prohibit any more production, use, importation, or sales of the copies of Cal-Star Med's products that are beginning to flood the American market.

And we have filed a federal criminal complaint to get convictions with this evidence against Chester A. Wilson, his truck-driver thief, his private detective, and his Chinese clients. We may also be able to arrest the pilots and confiscate the cargo jet if it lands in the US, Japan, South Korea, or other signatory nations to the UN WIPO intellectual property protection provisions.

At the Cal-Star Med's conference room, Agent Stigger introduces Bill, Faun Lee and Clarence Zang to James Markstrom, a tall gentleman wearing a suit and tie who says, "Mr. Thompson I am an attorney with the US Department of Justice. We would like to have you, Faun Lee, and Clarence Zang testify in a Senate Investigation of industrial espionage violations of intellectual property rights of US inventors and new product developers. We believe this will lead to sanctions against China Med the Chinese company that has been illegally buying your stolen proprietary tooling and sample parts from Mr. Wilson."

Chester A. Wilson is arrested and Faun Lee, Clarence Zang, and Bill become United States and State of California witnesses against Chet and his Chinese accomplices at their industrial espionage, tooling theft, and criminal trespass trials.

CHAPTER 12 BACKGROUND

Jennifer Thompson's niece, Nancy Marcella Long, was nearly killed by a drunk driver who crushed her bicycle and ran over her.

Nancy had numerous corrective surgeries during the next decade and continued to suffer prolonged health issues because she became stricken with mercer disease.

As a precaution about her tenuous health, Nancy was home schooled by her mother and numerous tutors, along with courses she took from universities by computer until she got a great scholarship and course credits to start as a junior at a California university.

Nancy Long, 5'8" earned a B. S. in English Literature and continued to work on her Ph. D.

NANCY LONG'S ADVENTURE

One of my advisors when I was in graduate school was Fransis Emerly, Ph. D., a stately lady professor in the English Department. After we became acquainted, Dr. Emerly frequently invited me to her beautiful home for tea, to share meals, and to discuss my career plans, English history, or world events.

Dr. Fransis Emerly "Fran" showed me her family tree of ancestors that migrated to England from France and said it was a pleasure to have me visit because she missed her late husband, Tom. And how she missed her son and three married daughters and six grandchildren because they all lived hundreds or thousands of miles from her.

And I became acquainted with her dog, a big but very friendly Doberman Pinscher named Diplomer, "Dipper" and how he was trained to be a comfort dog that they got for her late husband during his terminal illness. Fran said her husband was providing advanced sensitivity training of Dipper to be her comfort campion after he passed. She explained that Tom ordered supplies for Dipper including training books, a winter walking jacket, various toys, and outdoor and indoor booties for Dipper.

Fran confided, Tom encouraged me to find another lover and marry again after his death. I told him I had no interest and absolutely would not remarry. Tom and I shared ideas about advanced sensitivity training, and we tried experiments to develop Dipper's sensitivity to my moods, feelings, and responses. We were encouraged to note that Dipper was rapidly developing exploratory sensitivity to my feelings, and we were achieving something worthwhile instead of fretting hopelessly about our cancers.

Fran disclosed that she and Tom battled cancer together and although Tom's demise was much quicker, she knew time was running out for her unless some miraculous treatment could be found. She hoped her oncologist would find something or refer her for treatment at Sloan Kettering, MD Anderson, or Mayo.

One day Fran asked, "Nancy would you please consider being a house sitter and take care of Dipper with all expenses paid because I am going to be out of town at Mayo for an experimental cancer treatment. It's quiet here and you can learn a lot and make progress on your thesis." I agreed and she said arrangements had been made for utility payments, house cleaning, and yard work.

She handed me a large envelope with emergency contact numbers, her children's contact information, her housekeeper's name and number, Dipper's veterinarian's contact information and scheduled appointments, and a special credit card for all my and Dipper's expenses along with her car and house keys. Two days later I drove her to the airport and as we hugged, she said take care of my home and Dipper, so he will be there when I come back.

Dipper liked to go for walks but he loved running and pulling me as I held onto his leash halter. Dipper really excelled at playing "frisbee" he would stay at my side until I threw the frisbee disk and he would race out and jump up to catch it in midair, and triumphantly bring it back to me. Dipper and I made a "point game" for Dipper to run to a spot where he pooped and stay near on point until I came with the pooper scooper to pick it up and bag it.

Dipper quickly learned from the petting he received when he pooped in the preferred region of the yard. I knew Dipper was well trained by Fran and Tom to be attentive, sensitive, and compassionate. And he liked to be washed, dried with a fluffy towel, and combed.

Soon I learned that Dipper had a special interest in pleasing me by exploratory sensitivity to discover my reaction and feelings. At first, he tested my response when he licked my bare feet with his long, silky-smooth tongue. This went on for several days.

He then progressed to licking up my legs and between my thighs. Dipper's exploratory sensitivity to my feelings gave him confidence to insistently lick my clitoris through my panties and he noticed how excited it made me... and the more excited I became the more vigorously he wagged his tail... and when I climaxed, he woofed his satisfaction.

Well, Tom and Fran certainly succeeded with Dipper's advanced sensitivity training program. I was amazed that this actually happened, but I decided to be sure things didn't become dangerous with this big dog and said STOP NOW. Dipper promptly obeyed and laid down.

I tried to imagine how and what else Fran and Tom trained Dipper to do for pleasing and comforting Fran. I researched bestiality and references to bestiality as cruelty to an animal, and decided there was nothing cruel about Dipper's enthusiastic actions to please, pleasure, and comfort me.

The next day I put on my house coat and Dipper started licking my toes and looking for my approval. I gave it to him by slightly opening my legs which was quickly followed by Dipper nosing up to my panties and carefully getting a hold of the crotch in his mouth so he could start pulling my panties down. I could hardly believe that I was arching my hips up to let him pull my panties down. Dipper got my panties off and focused again licking my bare clitoris to intensely stimulate and climax me.

But Dipper was not done. He left and came back with a drawstring bag that I opened to find his house booties. So, as I put a bootie on each of his four feet Dipper's tail wagged faster and faster. I laid down and Dipper started licking my bare breasts, humping my leg, and moving up trying to get his erect penis into my pussy.

I turned away in surprise and was on my side and then up on my hands and knees when Dipper mounted me from behind and tried again but failed to find a way to get his penis further inside of me. But it hurt me and I loudly cried STOP and Dipper laid down looking like he was so sorry for hurting me.

I made an appointment with a gynecologist to be examined and explain why I had felt such vaginal pain. She carefully examined me and quizzed me about my menstrual cycles, whether I had ever used tampons or had intercourse. I confessed that tampons couldn't be inserted sufficiently to prevent them from falling out, which had happened too often at embarrassing times.

So, I place the tampon in as far as possible and wear an adult diaper over it during my uncomfortable period. She said I had a strong thick microperforate hymen with hardly more than the point end of a corn-dog stick opening and asked if I wanted to schedule hymenotomy surgery to open it so I could properly insert tampons and have intercourse without the pain that I experienced. I told her that I would think about it and let her know.

I was a virgin and had previously decided to wait until the right man married me. But now things were happening with Dipper that made me start to think again about my pleasures and preferences. Besides, wouldn't be better for Mr. Right to be able to fully enjoy all my vagina instead of being blocked by my impenetrable hymen.

House sitting took on a new urgency by Dipper as he tried exploring acceptable ways to pleasure me. It would begin with him licking my feet and moving up to my crotch so he could pull my panties down or get his tongue through my pantie leg and lick my clitoris until I climaxed. Dipper's amazing tongue techniques were so much more exciting than my fingers and I increasingly looked forward to each encounter with him.

But this was causing me to be curious and then obsessed with my growing desire to try sexual intercourse. I thought about available men in our department but remembered the disappointing once-and-done and emotional romance dramas other single women students gossiped about.

I went to a bar and was offended by the clumsy offers to spend the night somewhere with a drunk stranger. So, I returned to Fran's secure home and Dipper's attentive efforts to please me. I studied the hymenotomy surgery, researched the history and discovered that through the age's virgin hymens had been opened by various ways and means, many of which were religious or superstitious rituals.

I decided to try using a disinfected enema nozzle to stretch my hymen opening. With plenty of lubricant I repeatedly tried stretching my hymen opening but it never opened enough to allow me to insert my finger. And I realized that my fear of violating so many taboos and mores exaggerated my painful experience.

After I researched natural dog breeding, I became fearful of being "tie" stuck with a stud dog's bulbus glandis. I decided to try hand ejaculation of Dipper to learn how big his bulbus glandis knot would grow.

I washed and dried him and had Dipper on his back with his legs spread. After petting him and stroking his penis to pull back the foreskin, I continued to stroke him. His bulbus glandis soon grew to about the diameter of a big plum as he ejaculated. This would be far too big for entering or retracting through my small hymen opening. But it must not have been too large for Fran's receptive vagina because Dipper was so puzzled by my hymen barrier which prevented entry by his tongue or his erection.

Amazingly, Dipper drank water by articulating his tongue backwards to splash water up and follow his tongue into his mouth which, he would quickly close and swallow. One day I took a nearly empty widemouth peanut butter jar outside to see how far Dipper's tongue could reach. The glass jar was a little over 4" from the rim to the bottom where some peanut butter remained. I held the jar below my waist and tilted it so I could see through the glass bottom. Dipper enthusiastically licked the peanut butter and soon had the glass bottom clean.

I tried the same observation with peanut butter on the bottom of an empty jar for cocktail onions with a 1" diameter mouth, which was nearly 5" deep. Dipper sniffed the peanut butter and explored the 1" wide mouth with his tongue. He rolled up the long sides of his tongue forming an elongated tube to fit inside and he quickly licked the bottom clean! It surprised me, I clapped and smiled. Dipper was glad to learn something new and vigorously wagged his tail. Dipper's tongue could do amazing things and he must have sensitively stimulated Fran's clitoris and G-spot but he had no chance of getting it past my hymen.

Then I started to research what could be done to help Dipper receive pleasure in return for the amazing pleasures he gave me by licking my clitoris. In Tom's office, I found dog training books for guide dogs, drug detection, personal protection, police duties, sheep and cattle herding, dog sledding, hunting and retrieving, and cancer detection. It is amazing how many ways dogs are trained to become so specialized.

"Women's' Best Friend" an article in a French magazine was about dogs that comforted disfigured women. Several paragraphs described a tragedy about a newlywed couple staying at a hotel on their honeymoon when the hotel burned. The husband jumped out of the third story suite and survived with minor burns and a broken leg. The burning hotel fell on his wife. She was found alive but hopelessly burned. After three years of hospitalization and countless surgeries his wife was able to walk again but she lost one eye, her breasts, most of her right arm, her right ear and most of her scalp was covered by hairless scars.

Fifteen months before her marriage she got a puppy and her dog was the only friend she had because her husband got an annulment by establishing a trust for her care as long as she lived. In her diary, she extolled dog licking and bonding. She praised her dog and said she could not have survived if she didn't have her dog to lovingly comfort her by licking her face, feet, legs, and genitals. She loved and trained a succession of five more dogs to love her during her 92 years of life.

Another "women's best friend" was about a paratrooper who was captured in Germany wearing peasant clothes. Gestapo spies discovered he was Andre Gutmann a jew, married to Julita and they had 2 teenage daughters. Because he steadfastly refused to identify his French Resistance contacts, he was cruelly tortured by amputation of his penis. A Gestapo medic sewed him up and said, "bombers are targeting us. As soon as we move this camp, we will start pulling your fingernails and then amputating your fingers." At the end of WWII, Andre was found locked in a boxcar with dead and dying jews headed for Auschwitz.

Andre returned home, a broken man without a penis. Andre still produced testosterone and regained his strength and 20 kilograms. Andre's fingernails grew back and he was again handsome and masculine. His dear wife convinced Andre to train their family dog to provide intercourse. Andre would lick her clitoris and finger her G-spot and the dog would provide the intercourse that Andre insisted was necessary for him to believe he was fulfilling his marital duty. They credited the dog he trained for providing the intercourse that he couldn't and saving their marriage.

Dipper's advanced sensitivity training for pleasuring Fran is another amazing specialization. One of the voice recordings by Tom was in French about his progressing disablement but how he would still perform cunnilingus when Fran positioned herself to help him. And how he, Fran, and Dipper loved their three ways with Fran excitedly performing fellatio on him while Dipper licked her clitoris, explored her vagina with his long tongue to stimulate her G-spot, and fucked her from behind. I visualized their three ways and became so impressed about what Tom and Fran had accomplished by training Dipper to pleasure Fran during and after Tom's demise. And I was also pleased to hear Tom proudly describing his part in the successful training of Dipper regardless of his disabling disease.

It was pleasing to learn how gratified Tom was about convincing Fran to participate with him to train Dipper. And how exciting it must have been for Fran to fellatio Tom while Dipper licked and fucked her from behind. And how she also satisfied Dipper's earnest attention to excite and please her by cunnilingus and G-spot stimulation with his long tongue and to continue by fucking her doggy style.

Dipper's records were in Tom's desk including references praising Dipper's parents and siblings all being gentle, easily trained, therapy or comfort dogs. I made a copy of Dipper's references and pictures to take with me to a veterinarian supply store and looked at kits for collecting sperm for artificial insemination.

The clerk asked if I was familiar with the procedure, and I replied, "not really" and showed her Dipper's pictures and references. She studied them and said Dipper is really special, I agree you should train him to be a stud. She went on to say she knew of several bitches, whose owners would probably like to have Dipper breed them.

She urged me to contact a veterinarian, Dr. Samuel Ingram, about having him arrange for Dipper to breed or to collect his sperm for artificial insemination procedures. I called Dr. Samuel Ingram's office and explained that I was an English major and interested in interviewing him for a paper I was researching about the Egyptian, Roman, and Renaissance history of animal breeding.

We visited and Dr. Samuel Ingram "Sam" agreed to let me observe him perform sperm collection and how it would be filtered and centrifuged to increase the sperm density, examined microscopically for sperm count and vitality so it could be divided into numerous doses for fertilizing many bitches. Dr. Sam explained that he guaranteed bitch pregnancy because he carefully placed the sperm dose where it had the highest probability of success or if necessary do it again with another one the carefully prepared doses in his cryogenic inventory.

I went to Dr. Sam's clinic with pictures from Egyptian and Roman records, some of which showed humans having sex with animals such as goats, sheep, and monkeys. I asked him if all mammal males smelled and licked the female's genitals. He said "yes, the males smell and taste hormones for mutual stimulation. It confirms the females' readiness for conception." I asked if the reason humans weren't shown having sex with dogs was because of sticking of the male's penis in the vagina of the woman. He said, "no, because wolf, coyote and dog bitches have a unique vaginal muscle group that grip the male's penis, especially the bulbus glandis to milk him and prevent sperm from leaking out and this greatly increases the likelihood of fertilization."

Dr. Sam went on to quip too bad women don't have such vaginal gripping capability, but humans can be fertilized 12 times per year compared to 1 or 2 times for caninae females. And humans practice sex acts and demand entertainment to watch exciting sex scenes during and between the 12 fertile times per year. His semen collection and inspection and dose preparation procedures were very scientific, and he said remember you promised I could read and edit your paper before you submit it, so please keep it scientific instead of encouraging superstitious beliefs.

So then in another room Dr. Sam used one of the doses to fertilize a muzzled bitch in heat and had me use a sterile glove to stick my finger in her vagina. She squeezed it so tightly that I had to brace against the breeding stand to exert enough force to pull my finger out. I recovered my composure and asked about the muzzle on the virgin bitch, and he said it was to prevent her from biting my assistant while he helped hold her still. But the stud is an old pro and always cooperates. And studs like him would be happy breeding or giving sperm three or more times a day for years. The most successful stud dogs evolved to breed all the females in his harem pack, even if several bitches came into heat at the same time.

I asked Dr. Sam if artificial insemination is a form of bestiality, and he said "call it what you will. Veterinarians help improve the kind, vaccinate to protect animals, and stop the spread of diseases, and provide so many other scientifically proven services to keep the animals healthy including their offspring. For instance, artificial insemination or in some cases in vitro fertilization is much better for farmers to improve their dairy herd compared to keeping a dangerous bull with inferior genetic capabilities."

Dr. Sam continued, "in the farm community where I grew up, two old bachelor farmers were killed by a dairy bull when they tried to keep the big bull from in-breeding his offspring heffers. And you can be sure that modern veterinarian practices are far better than the days when Puritans had witch hunts and trials so they could burn their odd-looking neighbors or animal-loving victims on false and stupid charges of bestiality."

Dr. Sam emphasized, "please notice, scientific veterinarian services to protect animals with vaccinations, surgery, and medicines makes a far better life for everyone than the days of depraved and brutal entertainment by gladiator fights with each other and gladiator fights with bears, tigers, and lions. And far better than cruel cock fights or dog fights or bull fights. It is hard to imagine anything more brutal than such examples of human and animal cruelty. Doing your best to scientifically improve the life of the animal you respect or love is not brutal or cruel bestiality, it is wholesome, uplifting, loving, care taking."

I left with many notes and pictures and thought it would be remarkably interesting to author a paper about the history of animal breeding practices that influenced modern English literature. But these artificial insemination procedures certainly didn't seem to be what Dipper had been trained to do and expected to happen for pleasuring Fran or me. I went to the dog pound to consider adopting a bitch for Dipper, but I doubted Tom and Fran's well-trained dog would be satisfied with one or two sexual encounters per year.

Later that week Dr. Sam's secretary called and said she found one of my English thesis notebooks and I said thanks, I'll pick it up. I went to Dr. Sam's office but no one was in sight, so I went back to the treatment rooms to see an amazing sight. Dr. Sam's assistant, Fern and another woman were trying to milk a donkey. Fern said "hi Nancy we have been trying for 3 hours to collect this stubborn jackass's seamen for artificial insemination of at least 4 mares by Dr. Sam and the first mare will be in heat later this week. But Donkey Don is a renowned clown donkey in the circus and the circus leaves town tomorrow."

Fern said, "Nancy you can't guess what Donkey Don does." The other lady spoke, "I am Joana; I am one of the flying trapeze artists but I am also in the Lady Gadiva Opera with Donkey Don and Zelda, our really talented opera singer. Our Ringmaster announces each of us and the circus band gives us fanfares and plays opera music. Zelda is another circus trapeze artist and she beautifully sings opera in Italian, German, and English. Her costume makes her into the fat lady opera singer. She starts on a little stage behind curtains."

"The house lights dim; spotlights crisscross the curtains and Zelda starts singing a famous opera as the curtains open. House lights brighten. I'm dressed like Lady Gadiva as I ride Donkey Don around the ring and then I start throwing off my clothes." Zelda runs after us beseechingly singing, "oh Lady Gadiva please put your clothes back on. Please, please Lady Gadiva but these clothes back on and save your reputation." Donkey Don turns and we gallop the other way. Zelda picks up my discarded skirt and runs to hand it to me but I ride away from her and throw it away again." Donkey Don takes me another round, seemingly naked. Donkey Don picks up my pantaloons and parades them proudly as we exit. It's always a great crowd pleaser. We also have acts with other horses and mules.

Our WESTERN TRAILS OPERA has good white-hat cowboys riding horses racing after Zelda and me as the bad black-hat cowgirls who stole their grub wagon, which has food and cooking pots falling out causing the white-hats to operatically wail. The band plays upbeat mood music for the white-hats and downbeat music for Zelda and me. Zelda and a booming Baritone and then a talented Tenor operatically trade insults. Zelda operatically reminds the Baritone of leaving Joana pregnant in the winter without firewood. Our Ringmaster leads audience boos! Zelda sings a reminder to the Tenor of his drinking and womanizing habits and how he mistreated her. Our Ringmaster leads more boos and jeers!

As the race goes on Zelda kicks out a keg marked TNT and I turn and slide our chuck wagon to a stop. We wait for the humiliated white-hats to ride up and see the TNT keg, I pull out my pistol and shoot the TNT keg causing a roaring big bang and an enormous cloud of red, white, and yellow paper bits. The horses are scared, and the baritone falls off his raring horse. The Tenor's boot is stuck in the stirrup and he is dragged out of the tent.

Our fleeing chuck wagon is pulled by 2 wonderful mules that were sired by Donkey Don about 10 years ago. We want Donkey Don to sire at least 4 more mules. Although Donkey Don is about 20 years old Dr. Sam said, "get his sperm and we will decide if we can use him by artificial insemination to sire at least 4 more mules. Donkey Don has earned his retirement and should be put out to pasture with some burro jennies."

After trying numerous more ways and failing to collect the donkey's sperm Joana said, "I know how to make Donkey Don give up his sperm. About once a month he gets cranky and unmanageably rowdy. Zelda and I take turns letting him fuck us to calm him down and you can catch plenty of sperm from between my legs." Joana said, "I will need an 8-inch diameter foam pipe insulation tube about 10 inches long to slip over his penis so he can't penetrate me more than about 5 or 6 inches."

Earlier, Zelda told me, "Joana, you know Donkey Don will give you trouble." At first, we jacked him off but he tore off our clothing and insisted on licking our privates. Zelda challenged me to just get it over with and fuck him and it would be her turn the next time! I couldn't let him to split me so I found some foam pipe to limit his penetration. We have been taking turns so we can keep him performing our Lady Gadiva Opera."

Joana continues, "If you don't have 8-inch diameter foam pipe insulation tubing here, there is one ready to go in my cabinet at the circus." Fern said, "Joana you can't leave until you quiet Donkey Don down, he is very agitated." Joan said, "all right, I will call Zelda to get it out but she doesn't have a ride." Fern asked, "Nancy this is an emergency, would you please drive to the circus and have Zelda give you Donkey Don's penis penetration limiter, we have to get the circus 4 new mules from the 4 horse mares that Dr. Sam will inseminate."

Zelda and I brought back Donkey Don's penis penetration limiter and Fern said, "Nancy thank you; we really need this to work." Joana showed the apparatus to Donkey Don and he smelled it, licked it, and nodded his approval. Joana said "Fern are you ready with something to catch the sperm flood between my legs? As Joana stripped off her clothes except her bra, Fern went out and came back with a spatula and three sizes of crescent shaped procedure cups and showed them to Joana asking, "do you think these will work?"

Joana said "yes, they will work, Zelda please be ready to slip Donkey Don's penis penetration limiter on when he covers me." Joana lubricated herself with KY jelly and leaned over the stud stall table board. Joana moved her feet under the stall table safely away from Donkey Don's anxiously stamping hooves. Donkey Don anxiously smelled and licked her labia, reared up, and put his front hooves close behind Joana's arm pits. Joana had another hand full of KY jelly ready and she quickly slapped it on her labia. As his penis erected and sped out, Zelda slipped the limiter tube in place just before the donkey plunged his big erection into Joana who shrieked, started cussing Donkey Don, and moaning loudly.

After a while of vigorous reciprocating efforts by the donkey to crush the foam limiter he ejaculated and pulled out. Fern was busy catching the sperm leaking from Joana and Zelda was catching drippings from Donkey Don's penis. Fern exclaimed, "wonderful, Joana it looks like you made him give more than enough sperm, thank you, thank you Zelda and thank you Nancy! Now I must clean it and make a micro-life study to verify the vitality and sufficiency of the sperm you got Donkey Don to contribute. It looks like he could be a papa again."

Joana had elastically accommodated the first 6 inches of the donkey's dick which looked larger in diameter than my gynecologist's speculum. I recalled her comment, "the vagina is an amazingly elastic organ. And that Dr. Sam said that a dog's knot would not prevent it from slipping out of a woman's elastic vagina but a bitch's vagina tightly grips the stud's knot to prevent it from slipping out until he ejaculates and his erection subsides."

I asked if there was anything else I could do. Fran said, ""Nancy you dropped in just at the right time to be a lifesaver, thank you, let me get your thesis references notebook. But remember you can't tell anyone about how Joana and Zelda got Donkey Don to perform."

Zelda adds, "our flying trapeze boyfriends must never know that we get fucked by a donkey dick that is 3-times as long and at least 2- or 3-times fatter than theirs. They are both obsessed about size. It could breakup our flying trapeze acts. As soon as we train a young mule and retire this impossibly cantankerous old Donkey Don the better. He has become such a demanding jackass! Our circus has an offer to receive an excellent 3-year-old mule we can train in exchange for 2 of the new mule foals that the renowned Donkey Don sires."

I thought about the amazing things I had learned from Tom, Fran, Dipper, and at Dr. Sam's clinic and considered taking the prerequisite course work for qualifying to do animal husbandry studies, particularly psychological sensitivity training for comfort dogs. I wondered how long it might take to get a Ph. D. in Psychology regarding animal sexual behavior.

But I remembered the financial support my Aunt and Uncle Jennifer and Bill Thompson had provided for my medical care, tutors and special equipment for home school and support through college. I decided that I would wait until I was financially successful enough to support myself for such a Ph. D. in Animal Sensibility Psychology.

After thinking it over, I decided to have my gynecologist open my hymen for inserting tampons and intercourse when the time was right. She examined me about 2 weeks later. She showed me a vaginal speculum and said now we will do your pelvic exam. I protested, "that looks way too big" and she replied, "your vagina is elastic like a rubber band. It will expand to let this lubricated speculum be inserted and when I retract it, your vagina will elastically close to its original size."

Soon she said, "your pelvic exam is okay, your vagina, cervix and uterus are healthy and I inserted the IUD we discussed" and retracted the speculum. "Now, you are ready for proper tampon insertions. I will write a prescription for birth control in case you decide to have me remove the IUD. You can leave the IUD and also take the pill. You might forget to take the pill but you can depend on the IUD because it is very effective for birth control. And the IUD can be removed in 5-minutes when you decide to get pregnant."

I replied, "now I should forget about Mr. Right taking my virginity." She said, "if it is important to him or his parents, after your groom ejaculates in you, go to the bathroom and use a sterile pin to prick 2 or 3 of your fingers and smear blood on your labia. Go back to bed and blot your labia on the sheet. Your new mother-in-law will be so pleased to find your blood stain on her sheet. And the more sperm stains the better."

Dipper would lick my clitoris and after climaxing I would eagerly use my finger to explore and eventually find and stimulate my g-spot. I noted that my vagina relaxed after climaxing instead of gripping my finger like the bitch's vagina. What had I been waiting for?

I read a woman gynecologist's report about trying a selection of dildos and concluding that a big banana or a small cucumber can be just as good or better. She listed some of the advantages of a cucumber:

cucumbers can stay hard for a weeka cucumber won't tell you size doesn't counta cucumber never suffers from performance anxietyyou can openly fondle cucumbers in a food marketcucumbers are easy to pick up if you are in the moodcucumbers can get away any weekendyou can get a room without being "Mrs. Cucumber"a cucumber will always respect you in the morninga cucumber won't gobble up all the popcorn and send you out to get candy barsa cucumber won't ask "Am I the first?" cucumbers just don't care if you are a virgina cucumber won't ask: Am I the best? How was it? Did you come? How many times? a cucumber won't mind hiding in the refrigerator when your mother comes over

I tried a cucumber but it was very disappointing compared to the stimulation by Dipper's amazing tongue. It would have been so interesting to discuss the comparison with Tom and Fran when they were training Dipper to sensitively excite and pleasure Fran.

Dipper seemed to suspect something had changed and after my bath he eagerly liked my feet and worked his up to use his sensitivity passion to intensely stimulate my clitoris and climax me. I tossed out the sack with his booties and he was so excited when I put a bootie on each of his feet. I was squatting and then lying down. Dipper came over me with his soft booted front feet on my shoulders and gently then earnestly licked my breasts.

I felt Dipper carefully ramming a little way past the hymen barrier that had previously kept him out. Dipper stroked faster and deeper than my fingers had been able to reach. When he tried to exert much more force to push his fully erected knot into my vagina, I said, "STOP NOW" and Dipper quickly obeyed and laid down. I wanted to be safe and sure this escapade wasn't going to cause my newly opened vagina any harm.

The next day, Dipper began licking my feet and intensely pleasured me by licking my clitoris. I tossed out the bag with Dipper's booties again and he excitedly laid on his back to help me put a bootie on each of his feet. He was so anxious to learn what I would allow him to do. And so was I, as I presented myself lying on my back.

Dipper sniffed and licked my clitoris to fully excite and climax me. He slipped his tongue into my vagina to climax me and then he mounted me. His penis found the way into my wet vagina. Dipper started slowly and soon increased the speed and depth of his thrusts. His bulbus glandis "knot" grew at the base of his penis to about the size of a big plum and it slapped against my labia which kept Dipper from easily thrusting any deeper than about 75% of his erection. But it was certainly deep enough to make it so very exciting. Dipper seemed anxious to please me by limiting his penetration to about 75% of his erection.

The next few times Dipper continued to limit his thrust and reverse his stroke when his engorged knot pressed against my labia. But the rest of his reciprocating thrusting penetration was exciting and I enjoyed the climaxes he gave me. Then one night, I let Dipper outside to sniff around and poop. I left him outside while I fantasized about what Fran must have felt during their three ways and wondered if she preferred having his knot inside her. I stimulated my clitoris and G-spot to become so hot, wet, and well lubricated.

I invited Dipper in from the yard and I quickly accommodated the big dog's full-length erection before his knot grew. Dipper was fully inserted as his knot grew larger to about the size of a big plumb within my accommodating vagina. Although his knot was smaller than my gynecologist's speculum, I felt fully filled around his engorged knot. Dipper stopped thrusting when his knot fully erected, trembled, and jerked as he ejaculated his sperm.

It occurred to me momentarily that I could have collected Dipper's sperm so Dr. Sam or Fern could prepare doses for artificial insemination. But I was relieved because after I climaxed, my vagina was relaxed, not gripping. Although it would have been okay to have him stay in me longer, Dipper pulled his knot out making a plopping sound but without any sticking issue. I surmised that Dipper had never been gripped by a bitch and didn't know about or expect prolonged sticking.

I recalled the breeding of the bitch in heat at Dr. Sam's clinic and realized that a stud's knot was not essential for pleasuring the bitch's vagina, it was essential for delivering and retaining his sperm to increase the probability of fertilization. Tom and Fran had trained Dipper to lick with exploratory sensitivity to give pleasure. Although I had satisfied my curiosity about having his knot become fully engorged within my vagina, I preferred Dipper licking my clitoris to excite and climax me and then searching into my vagina with his long tongue to lick my G-spot with his amazing exploratory sensitivity to repeatedly climax me.

Dipper seemed to be satisfied about having his engorged knot slam against my labia to prevent the last 25% of his erection penetrate me, so that's how it would be if I decided to ever have intercourse again with Dipper. I was glad that Dipper was always anxious to be obedient and naturally grew his penis penetration limiter knot instead of requiring a foam sleeve like rowdy Donkey Don, the petulant jackass!

Tom and Fran had trained Dipper to pleasure Fran and Fran had him taking care of me. Dipper was always gentle and obedient, and we developed a routine that greatly pleasured both of us. My research studies went well and I submitted my thesis to my committee including a few paragraphs about the historic impact of animal husbandry on English literature.

Fran called to ask about some of her fellow committee member's challenges and congratulated me for successfully defending my thesis. Fran said she was pleased to read how I championed animal husbandry in my thesis, and how surprised my committee members were to see my novel revelations.

Fran called a week later from Mayo and said the experimental efforts did not turn out well. I was so sad to hear she was going into a hospice care center, but she made me promise not to come to be with her and said Nancy it would be a great favor if you continue house sitting and hoped Dipper and I were taking care of each other. I assured her that we were having a good time and we both chuckled knowingly.

About three weeks later Fran's daughter called and said Fran passed away and asked if I would continue taking care of Dipper and house sitting until it was sold. It has been 22 years since house sitting seven months for Fran, getting to know Dipper, graduating with my Ph. D. in English, starting a great job as an assistant editor, and I am happily married with two teenagers.

But it is sad to recall that when Fran's house was sold, Dipper was taken away by her son to his apartment and then to the dog pound because his job required frequent travel. I truly hope some deserving single lady took him home for a wonderful new friendship and adventure with a very exciting comfort dog.