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Draco interdum Vincit
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Jack this is so cool! Great job. Okay my schedule has loosened up. I will finish my first Horner Springs story this week (it's about half finished already) I just need to bounce it off Stella first as I use one of her characters quite a bit and I want to make sure he's completely in character.
I'll post a thread here when it's finished.
Again thanks Jack for reviving HS, and so well too!
She smiled as she turned with her hand on the knob, “I’d like you to come in.” So Lester Murphy followed her into the cabin.
The cabin was a three room affair, with the kitchen, a nook to one side of the dinner table, and there was a folding screen separating the living room from the dining table.
“You haven’t been here long,” she said turning, “But I hear you might fit in to the Springs.” The way she said it gave Lester the idea that he might have cracked the Code of the West that had frustrated Gilhoulie in finding out who the Friend was. He didn’t care really, she was warm and strong woman in her prime. She was smiling and took Lester’s arm, leading him to the loveseat opposite a large flat screen, showing a fireplace, flickering in the now dimming lights.
“The Springs? You mean the town or the Village?” Les asked as he sat.
“Oh the town naturally, those village people are so intolerant of things, don’t you find?” She ran her hand down Murphy’s shoulder and arm and took his hand into her lap, looked him in the eye and asked, “Could I get you anything?”
Lester put his hand on her shoulder slowly. She watched his hand, smiling and glancing at him. “No, I’m fine right here,” Lester said and squeezed her gently.
She smiled, “I did take a shower after the game.”
“I appreciate that,” He said and stroked her cheek.
She let Murphy’s fingers stroke her cheek, Smirking at him, but not moving away. “You move fast, Murphy,” she said capturing his hand and putting it in her lap.
Lester slowed down, took a deep breath, “It’s my Army training, “Always advance."
“Yes, I hear that too. What do you know of the Springs?” She held his hand and rubbed the backs of his fingers on her warm soft abdomen, looking at him, smirking.
“You mean, the Institute and the Family and all that?” Lester smiled at her and shrugged, “Not much, I hear the Institute is more powerful than the University, but that is political, what the history is all about, I haven’t a clue.”
“Well there is that, No I was thinking more social. Like do you know what the graduates of the Institutes are called behind their backs in the Village?” She frowned and stared at Lester.
“Ah, Doctor?” Murphy offered weakly.
“Sluts! As if those tight assed bitches knew what they were talking about.” She lowered her voice and glanced down apologetically. “They have no idea, what it takes to compete at the institute. They say there isn’t, but the “bright” students get all the attention from the faculty, and the struggling students, they need our help. I’m on the alumni committee for Student Support.”
She looked at Lester, to see if he knew what she was talking about, seeing his lack of comprehension, she grinned and went on, “Unofficially we call ourselves “The Horny Sluts’ but it’s just our way of insuring that the girls, who can be distracted, learn their lessons. You understand?”
Lester nodded then shook his head, “No, I confess I don’t. You are part of an Alumni committee that looks after the students at the Institute?” When she nodded, he smiled and said, “Okay, why did you ask me in, then.”
She smiled and cupped his chin, “So we could have sex?”
Murphy thought, “Did I hear her right?” but answered, “Yes, we could, if you like.” He said smiling.
“Do you want to pitch or catch?”
Great stuff.
Have you any thoughts about that big grey hangar-like structure on the other side of the airfield, locked inside a double-wrapped barbed-wire fence ?
I have in mind an Ex-Pat Englishman who's sufficiently high up to be allowed to work in there every now and again, in the company of several senior blue uniforms. Anyway, he's the Tech Writer (and I've lost my map)!
I had thought that Norman and Homer use one of the hanger at the airfield for their Auto Accessory business. But they would be on the other side of the runway from the "Grey Boys". This would allow for you to "escort" one of them back to their hanger. If you like Homer can express concern for the pigeons living in the Grey Boy hanger and "wander over to feed them"?
Well here it is in the middle of November and no one has published yet?
This would have been a good Nano project but I fell sick the first of Nov. I'm still interested if there are any other takers?
You can PM me, if your afraid to make a public commitment, I'll be discrete.
As I said, the whole concept is fascinating. I just haven't come up with a suitable idea, yet. But I'm working on it, I'm working on it . . .
I wanted to use your idea for the College (Institute) and the Military School as a conflict. I need to know the syllabus for the course of study?
Do the first year students study cunnilingus and fellatio? Does the second semester include homosexual studies? Are you going to cast the faculty as main characters?
My idea includes, a group of graduates who provide "special tutoring" for students the need 'extra attention". Mr. Murphy gets selected as a "Male Study Aid".
What's a "smushie" ?
And -
Is Homer playing with a full pack of cards ?
A British Ex-pat with a mysterious hanger?
Brits are using the Hanger to hide a recon drone, which every night flies over the Canadian border looking for drug smugglers and checking up on the Canadian Air Force?
I didn't think HS was that far North, but OK, whatever you want. . . .
Wyoming is too far east.Well it's a fast plane? don't take my ideas, I'm putting the Springs, mentally in northwestern Colorado/Utah/Wyoming?
I need a few rolling plains to plant the missile field that supports Norman and Homers Businesses. A man will go a long ways to make the Smushies payoff.
Supposedly, back in the 70's, a U-2 called Kadena AB Okinawa's tower and declared an emergency for an engine failure.I love the idea of a U2 /TR1 doing a dead stick into HS, but it would hardly be erotic. exciting, yes, erotic, doubtful.
But it gives me the idea that every now and again, an exercise of some sort is held by the Air National Guard, the USAF (whoever).
Of course, the girls would be thrilled to see so many fit young men, even if the boys would not.
Quite how my character is involved is something I'll have to work on.
The Boeing Phantom Ray is a stealthy unmanned combat air vehicle being developed by Boeing using company funds. The Phantom Ray is a demonstrator aircraft, about the size of a fighter, that is expected to make its maiden flight in December 2010, and that will conduct a program of test flights involving surveillance, ground attack and autonomous aerial refueling missions.[1][2]
Psst, anybody published?
It turned out that Dick took him to the Sleazy Eights where they ‘ran into’ the President to the Horner Spring’s Merchant and Stockman’s bank, Leonard Sharply, who Morgan had heard called “Snidely Whiplash”. Morgan assumed that was due to foreclosure’s.