NEIGHBORS 21

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Author's Notes:  NEIGHBOR'S is second book of the Gold Club Series.  Book Two deals with
the seduction and recruitment of a respectable 40-something couple into the bisexual, anything
goes, Gold Club.  After a few short weeks of progressive debasement and debauchery, Jim and
Candice willing commit heretofore-unthinkable sexual acts. 
(MF, M+F, M+F+, Mf, MM, FF, MmF, oral, anal, exhib, interr, ws, mast, inc, preg, cons)


NEIGHBORS
By Art Martin
CHAPTER 21

FRIDAY - WEEK THREE



Next morning Karen called in to work and told them she wouldn't be in today.  She started
crying again as she described the DEA's violation of her home and the mess they caused.  Josh
got up and went to work, without so much as saying goodbye. 

I too had to go in a little while but I wasn't in a big hurry.  I tried to console Karen and help her
pick up the mess, but she didn't want any help, mainly because I didn't know where to put things. 
I finally resigned myself to the fact that she was not going to be much fun this morning, but still
managed to get in a quick screw, then I said my goodbyes.  I left through the backdoor, the front
door having been nailed shut last night.

I found some breakfast and made my way back to the rig, where I spent the day watching the
Playboy channel as the hours slipped away, drinking coffee and Donk's vegetable concoction
chasing a capsule of SE-42.  I had developed a taste for the stuff and was now almost religious in
drinking several glasses or bottles of it a day.   The stuff was keeping me horny which I didn't
mind even though it was distracting at times. 

While sitting there I kept thinking of my kids and I finally decided there wasn't much I could do
about it except cause them some grief.  What's done is done, and there is nothing I could do or
say that would change the past. Considering that past there wasn't much chance I could change
the present or the future either.  They were all over eighteen and what they did was their
business, not mine. Besides I would be a hypocrite to criticize them now.  

All I could do was enjoy the explicit videos over and over, and some how get even with Jack. As
the videos replayed in mind, I got so bothered that I took a ride, out to a deserted oil filed road
and whacked off.  

Mike called wanting to know if I was going to make it back today.   I told him it would be
tomorrow, and that I would keep in touch.  He planned to leave that evening and I would have to
get in touch with him or Bob at State U. tomorrow.  I told him I wouldn't bother going back to
Rockford tomorrow, instead I would fly in to Appleton, get a motel and sleep until around game
time.   I gave him the name of where I would be staying, and he agreed to pick me up there.

We were finally ready to rig up logging tools around 5:00 PM, running wire-line tests through
the night.  We determined that the main objective reservoir was severely depleted without any
hope of production, but we found a stray sand stringer that was charged with gas.  We had no
idea how extensive the stringer was but I was in favor of running production casing and
completing the well.  Having put in my opinion and authorizing the operator to complete the
well, I offered to pick up the interest of any participant who decided not to go forward with the
completion attempt. Around 4 AM I took a nap before heading to the Houston airport.


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