Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #225

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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #225

… So at home, so at ease is the doctor with a virtual stranger, that the sofa/bed goes unused this January night in Atlantic City….

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George Lewis’ body language implies that the ten dollars is waived for a completely different something. He ushers her to his leather couch, where again, Maggie Lou mysteriously offers no blatant resistance.

In the ensuing ten minutes, he unfastens her gartered nylons, pulls down her panties, lifts up her dress, and initiates intercourse. There is no explaining this impromptu tryst, although her husband is so dedicated to his medicine that their shared intimate moments are, perhaps, a temporary casualty of the influenza; attention deficits being a verifiable negative factor in a marriage, though not a good excuse. So she allows this middle aged white man to have his way with her, absolutely unaware of the consequences.

Meanwhile Caption-001 So at home, so at ease is the doctor with a virtual stranger, that the sofa/bed goes unused this January night in Atlantic City. What is it about, being a thousand miles and five days away from your real home, that can justify infidelity? Never once does he mention his Maggie, neither is he asked. But there is no denying the passion that is shared, given and taken by equally lonely souls, even though a chance for future relations are unlikely; absolutely unaware or caring of the consequences. “May I stop by tonight? I must be leavin’ tomorrow mornin’, unless my brother doesn’t turn up, then I would be goin’ today.”

“I would be hurt if you didn’t.” It is hard to turn down the pleasures of the flesh. “I will pray you find him.” She allows herself to pursue what will be false hope beyond the next 24 hours.

Meanwhile Caption-001“Completely forgot you be comin’, Alfrey. Where’d you stay?”

          A.O. Campbell would not leave town without seeing his brother, regardless of his encounters the night before; daylight has a way of ferreting out the dark side of human nature. “I found a place down the street, no big deal, Hosey,” completely understating the perks of his overnight stay.

 “Good to hear!” Hosey slaps his younger brothers on the back, nearly depositing him face down on the front porch of his “hotel”. “Come on in.”

  A.O. feels secure enough to venture inside, something he ran from the previous eve. It is already mid-morning and Hosey’s girls are beginning to stir, having completed their graveyard shift duties. One of them looks familiar. She acknowledges their familiarity. “Why, hello there sugar pie.”

“I see you’ve met Flo.” He nods timidly. “Dint you offer Alfrey a room?”

“I sure did, Hosey, but he ran off with some Latin before I could get him inside.” She was actually offended by his turning her down, not knowing he enjoyed the same favors in  decidedly better surroundings, without the threat of sexually transmitted disease.


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infidelity too by David Mark Lane

infidelity too by David Mark Lane

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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #224

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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #224

…Banker Lewis is giving special attention to one of his best customers, though he has secretly admired Maggie Ferrell-Campbell for more than her assets, if you catch the drift…

Meanwhile Caption-001“What brings you to the bank this fine day, Mrs. Campbell,” asks George Lewis, whose bank is used by most Tallahasseeans, and happens to administer the trust that John Ferrell had established for Maggie Lou. He has up close knowledge of what the young woman will take charge of in about two months 5 days and 7 hours; 61 parcels of land totaling 110 acres, some of which is coveted by various people with mixed motives.

“I would like to put this into a safe or something, don’t want anybody stealin’ it.” She pulls out a necklace out of an envelope, jewelry that is best stored away from the house… whose mortgage is held here as well.

Lewis checks his watch, five o’clock having come and gone. “Let me lock the doors and we will get you a safe deposit box.” He is giving special attention to one of his best customers, though he has secretly admired Maggie Ferrell-Campbell for more than her assets, if you catch the drift. “Right this way.”

    The safe deposit boxes occupy the back corner of the building’s second floor. They pass Lewis’ personal office on the way, he ducks in, turning on the light as they go by, grabbing a key off the wall. Number 3760, yes, just about chest high.” He does the honors, handing the rectangular metal container to Maggie.

“This can hold a lot.” She is impressed by this method of storage.

“There is only one key to this box, so take good care of it.” He not only gives her the key, he takes her hand, placing it there with both of his, lingering well beyond what is necessary for the transfer. She does nothing to end the clinch. “Let’s go to my office. We need to fill out a rental agreement.”

They are alone in the bank, but George Lewis pulls down the shade on the office door anyway. “Here we are. Maggie Lou Campbell agrees to rent box number 169 for a minimum of twelve months for a fee of ten dollars to be paid in advance.”

 Maggie instinctively reaches for her purse for the agreed on fee. George stops her. “Please, no. I would like to furnish this box as a token of appreciation for your continued good patronage.” His body language implies that the ten dollars is waived for a completely different something. He ushers her to his leather couch, where again, she mysteriously offers no blatant resistance.


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The Happy Banker by George Condo

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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #23

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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #23

…Ferrell’s Folly – The Tail Wagging the Dog

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“Go into the bedroom and turn down the bed.” A spell has come over John Ferrell, all of his senses vacating the premises. “I will towel off.”

He grabs a robe, which just so happens to be Martha’s, but it could well have been burlap instead of silk, for all he knows. Turning the corner into the bedroom, he sees Laura waiting nervously, seated with back facing him.

“Please stand up. I want to see you.”

Laura stands, slowly turning like a model at a Paris fashion show.

“You look absolutely lovely, Laura.” Amazingly, he is still picturing Martha in the dress. It will indeed fit and she will be just as beautiful in it.

“I think we should redo the bed,” she says, a last gasp at reversing this trend.

“Let me help you out of that dress.” He lights up at the chance. “There must be twenty of these pearls. How did you ever get them all fastened?” A girls’ secret.

Fantasy-001One by one, slowly savoring each, John makes his way to the very small of her back, lightly kissing her soft shoulders, the skin of a servant never stepping into the toughening sun of the laborers’ field. From the clavicle to the crevasse of her young spine, he gently attends to every square inch.

She is relaxed to that fabled melting point threshold. He has adroitly reached around her front to cup her delighted breasts, drawing her bottom against the extent of his manhood. For new sensations, she reacts with Mother Nature as her guide.

Laura’s ecstasy is so pure, untainted by previous pathetic partners of varying talent and enthusiasm; she reaches orgasm easily, while urging her boss to synchronize their pleasure. Together they erupt, Laura thrashing about with his mouth suctioning blood to the surface of her neck.

“Oooooooooooo……..ooohhh…………aaaaaaaaaahhhh,” she moans. Afterglow will soon set in, when she will take the memory of the experience and file it away, not wanting to let go of it.

John Ferrell’s “feeling” is best described as after-guilt. By stealing love in a moment of weakness, he has sacrificed pride and character for a filthy secret he now has to protect at all costs. He does, however, also protect this princess’ emotional well-being. There is no reason for her to suffer anguish at such a delicate time.

Princess Olla also spares John Ferrell his anguish, first by not clinging to that which she knows is not hers and secondly proceeding from this point in a professional manner. “I’ll be cleanin’ the beddin’, Joh__, I mean Master Ferrell.”

“You can call me John, Laura, but only we are alone,” he urges. “But not this alone, if you catch my drift.”

“I do, gracious master. And I want to thank you for your wonderful gift of love. I pray that I be meetin’ a man just like you. I always been thinkin’ that Miss Martha was the luckiest woman in the South… now I know.” She touches his cheek tenderly. “And the answer is yes.”

“What is the question?” he asks cautiously.

“I believe that dress will fit Miss Martha just fine,” she concludes, “but it’s most likely to BE a skinch tighter about her hips.”

That is what is called a zinger, but John takes it in the proper context; tush and touché.

Life goes on.


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