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 Author: Milliford Jones
Title: "girls" (The James Norton Saga Part 2)
Universe: Passions (of the Perverted)
Series: The James Norton Saga
Summary: After ten years in Asia, James Norton ran away from the
mounting complications in his family and love life in Thailand, and came
back in the States.  He reconnected with old friends and his first love,
and soon found himself emmeshed in a whole new set of perversions.
Keywords: Warning!  MF,Mg,IR,WMBW,romance,ped,ws,anal,scat,incest, light
sm
/Disclaimer: For (nasty) adults only.  Yes, we start slow, but we knew
where we're going./
   = Homecoming
   James Norton sat in the back of the economy section of NW503 from
Minneapolis to Kansas City on the last leg of his journey home.  As he
watched the lights of the city become more distinct, he reflected on his
past 10 years.  It had been that long ago when he had left his friends and
family in search of himself and his life's purpose.  He had used his life
savings to travel across asia, connecting with other ex-pats and inventing
impormptu business schemes that he was able to build into a small fortune.
This financed his quest to seek out his personal truth and, had he admitted
it, his own personal corruption.  He had found both in plentiful supply. 
Now he was back, broke and broken.  His spirit felt as empty as his wallet.
Guilt and self-hate ate at his gut.  Guilt built on a foundation of
enormous sexual pleasure.  Because of this pleasure and guilt, his faith in
himself, god or gods and his fellow man had shrunk.  He had no hope and
only $120 US in his pocket when he landed at KCI airport.
   James exited the plane and walked blindly past security and the sparse
crowd of people waiting at the gate.  He went to the coffee shop, ordered a
latte and sat down, trying to think of what to do next.  He had almost no
money, had no where to go and no one to turn to.  His Mom had died while he
was in Thailand and his Dad lived somewhere in Oklahoma.  He and his father
had never been close enough to exchange Christmas cards, and he didn't even
know how to contact him if he felt inclined.  His mother's family had been
cold towards him since her funeral.  They assumed wrongly that he didn't
give a damn about her.  The truth was he hadn't known she had died until
over a month after the event.
   He was so absorbed in his own misery he didn't even notice the black
couple who sat down on the sofa across from him.  He didn't see them set
their cups down or notice the grin that slowly spread across the man's
face. He only looked up when he heard the man's booming baritone.
   "Now, that, Sharice, is my man, Jim.  He gets so deep, he don't even
know when his best friend sits down to a cup of coffee with him."
   James looked up to see one of the most welcome and familiar faces on
earth.  Bill Brandon.  His best friend through high-school, college and his
7 years in the workaday world of 9 to 5 automatons before he decided to
take the path less trodden.  He was the one person who had cautioned him
against his decisionn to run off chasing his soul.
   "Bill?" he said.  "Bill Brandon?"
   "Hell, yes, it's Bill.  Goddamn, Jim.  Where you been and what are you
doing here?"
   "It's a long story, man.  And I'm here just because I didn't have
anywhere else to go.  My s
  
girls