Hey Readers,
Here is another chapter for you! Sorry it took a while. I found an editor and I really appreciate their help making this better for all of you. Thank you Bry1977, I really appreciate it!
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Chapter 3
The Saturday morning light hit my eyelids, ruining the dream I'd been having. In my dream, I'd been on the beach, surrounded by beautiful babes with a woman I'd been dating and I'd proposed to her, much to her joy and she'd accepted. But now....
I sighed.... I need to get moving. I had to get some freaking yoga gear before Kennedy, the 18 year old minx who had masterfully manipulated me into fucking her, got pissed at me for passing up on the neighborhood Saturday Yoga she had pressed me into coming to.
Her mom was going to be there too, I was sure. Debbie hadn't bothered with emotional manipulation. She'd just put something in my drink, filled the air with pheromones, then pulled me into her room and jumped on me. Then once she had gotten what she wanted, she threatened to lie about how the encounter had gone to ruin my reputation if I didn't continue. The nature of society meant that I'd be guilty until proven innocent, and proving my innocence would be nearly impossible, unless she came into my house and engaged in the same activities where I could record it.
I swung my legs out of the bed and stood, pulling on my boxers then all of my clothing. I brushed my teeth and combed my hair. I ate a bit of breakfast and headed out.
There was a sporting goods store I was familiar with, down by the beach. It didn't take me long to get there, maybe a fifteen minute drive. Going in, I was able to find some tight, highly elastic shorts, but I figured I could have just about any of my loose comfortable shirts to go with it. The yoga mats were also not hard to find. I picked one good for beginners, since while I did take my fitness seriously, Yoga was not something I'd done before. It wasn't too expensive.
Walking out, I looked over at one of the motels on the beach front. A young attractive man, blond haired with a nice chiseled jawline, wearing a loose shirt and swim trunks was waiting by his car. I smiled. Man, a few weeks ago I would have been the tourist waiting outside a motel.
Another car pulled up and an asian woman, a little bit shorter than him with chin length hair and glasses, stepped out, the two instantly locking lips, his hands wandering to her ass and giving it a good squeeze before he took her hand and quickly led her inside.
I shook my head, trying not to be jealous. I wondered if he lived nearby and she was his lover from out of town, coming down for a holiday together on the beach, or if she was the local and he got the place for them to spend time together. It seemed romantic.
I returned home and made sure that everything was ready for the rest of my day. I had slept in, enjoying the last of my vacation days for the move. Between that and my little shopping trip, it was lunch time. I wanted to keep it light so I could digest well before yoga in a little over an hour.
I was seriously worried. Thus far my neighbors had been: 1) a psycho who wanted me to join the neighborhood HOA so she could control me, 2) a psycho who had used drugs to get me too riled up to say no, then fucked me and threatened me with blackmail if I didn't continue to please her, and 3) an 18 year old psycho who had emotionally blackmailed me into fucking her, and continuing to fuck her, so she didn't risk life and limb just to get her pussy filled. That was two households.
The neighborhood was small, only three streets with large houses and yards and a park, a total of seventeen houses total, including mine. But that was 15 houses without a man in the house, and thus far, all the women had been nuts, one way or another. Thank goodness the last couple, Jerry and Christina if I was remembering correctly, were still together. I wondered if Debbie had even thought about forcing herself on Jerry or if I was only an option because I wasn't married.
I worried in my new yoga clothes, pacing and trying to figure out what I was going to do. I'd been totally unprepared for the lengths Debbie had gone to in order to secure her satisfaction, and I still had no idea how I could have done anything differently with Kennedy. I could have tried to keep her from going on that boat with those old bastards, but unless they did something illegal no one could really stop them... and Kennedy was legal.
Well, pacing wasn't going to do me any good. I figured I could head over early to the park and at least get some fresh air as I worried.
The Florida air was hot and muggy. The only saving grace was the breeze. Not enough to cause problems, but enough to keep you from dying of heat the moment you stepped outside. As I walked to the park, I wondered if I should have brought a towel just for the sweat.
The park was roughly the same location on the block as my house, but one block south. I looked at the houses, as I walked past. I realized each block had four lots, but it looked like four of the houses (and the park) took up two lots. Mine wasn't one of them. The Steven's house was one of them, as was the house across the street from me. The house behind mine and the house across from the park rounded out the two lot houses.
The houses were all luxurious and large. I felt like I was perhaps the poorest person in the neighborhood. The realization that the reason I'd been able to afford the mansion was because the previous owner was trying to screw over their ex-spouse on their portion of the sale had made things make a lot of sense. I hadn't lived near any of the big cities in Colorado, which had helped keep the house prices down. No one wanted to live in the boonies. I'd thought the price had been huge, but realizing it was probably only half the price the house should have had was nuts.
The immaculate lawns and landscaping told me that all these families probably had professional landscapers to care for their lawns. I wondered how much of the upkeep for their homes these families had other people doing.
I arrived at the park, it had a few nice areas for children to play in, a couple of pavilions and a volleyball court. There was also a small building I assumed was a restroom, with a drinking fountain, and a building I had to guess was the neighborhood clubhouse. There was a nice flat area in the middle where I was guessing we'd do the yoga. There were several shade trees, just getting big enough to actually do their jobs. I sat in the shade, waiting for other people to show up.
I noted that the time of day was carefully picked for when the trees would shade the large open area. Smart.
It was only a few minutes later that Debbie and Kennedy showed up with yoga gear. I could already tell I was in trouble. Debbie was wearing a tight tank-top that cut off at the bottom of her ribs, with her toned stomach uncovered and skin-tight legging that only came down to her knees. Kennedy's top covered her stomach, but was just as tight as her mom, and her leggings were even tighter, like a second skin, practically painted on her.
"Hey, Marshall?" Kennedy called as they walked over with their yoga mats.
"Mr. Nielsen, so nice of you to join us!" Debbie laughed, "Kennedy told me about how your study session went yesterday. I was surprised to hear you'd be joining us today."
