Fellow readers: Please let me if I should submit the rest of our recordings.
Welcome to a true chronicle of recent events in our lives, presented in a straightforward, chronological fashion. Unlike a fiction novel that builds to a thrilling climax with neatly solved mysteries. Our real-world experiences unfolded unpredictably. I must confess, I am not a seasoned writer, as you might notice from the occasional grammatical hiccups. I don't possess the novelist's flair for storytelling or vivid imagery. What I offer is an honest account, recorded to the best of my recollection. Later, my wife Casy, provided her memories as well. Some details might have been forgotten or deemed uninteresting, but we captured what we remembered happening within a day or two of each event, depending on how hectic things were. Our notes were shorthand, filled with abbreviations only the recorder would understand. In recent weeks, I transformed these notes into the narrative you are about to read. Even the parts recorded by Casy bear my writing style because I translated her shorthand. Occasionally, we included background stories based on what we were told rather than direct observation, but these accounts were always corroborated by at least one other source. For instance, neither Casy nor I have ever been to Iraq.
Full disclosure: Some events didn't make it into this narrative. We're ordinary people thrust into extraordinary situations, not flawless fictional characters. While recording our experiences, we both noted things about ourselves and each other that were not particularly flattering or too embarrassing to share. Omitting these details isn't about presenting ourselves as perfect but about sparing you unnecessary negativity. Besides, knowing the other would read these accounts, we tended to highlight the positive aspects of each other. This might lead you to view us more favorably than we deserve. I acknowledge this bias, but it's not intentional. My sole aim is to recount the actual events as they happened.
Everything is true to the best of my memory, except for my wife's name. When she reviewed the draft, she was uncomfortable with the possibility of being identified by friends and family. Thus, her name, conveniently the same length as Casy, became her pseudonym. I extended this substitution to all names for consistency.
To those who recognize yourselves in these pages, please understand that our recordings were made hours or days after the events. Reconstructing dialogue months later from notes inevitably leads to misquotes, misunderstandings, and omissions. I apologize for any inaccuracies. Our time was often intense, leaving little room for meticulous record-keeping. Nevertheless, I strove to make our account as truthful and accurate as possible.
We have been married for almost one year. I'm slogging through med school, and my wife, Casy, is a full-time medical student aiming to become an Orthopedics PA. She's the only one of us with a part-time job. Our combined income for the past six months hasn't covered our expenses. It doesn't matter if we can get a job in the future, because we will probably not make it past next week when the rent is due.
Our savings from my summer jobs and Casy's beach volleyball promotional gigs are depleted. The best payment was $1,000 from a beach volleyball calendar cover shoot last summer. The promotions were more for her looks in her beach volleyball uniforms than her playing skills. Casy is a very good player, but there are hundreds of incredible volleyball players on the beaches of America. Few are photographed more than her.
We have been surviving on mostly our savings and the little money Casy makes with her new job, working part time doing receptionist / cash register at a dry cleaner near our apartment. She was making a little more money working at a Safeway, but it required us to have two cars, so we came out ahead selling one car because she can walk to and from the dry cleaners. The savings are now gone.
Within weeks, the owner of the chain of dry cleaners asked her to be the manager. She had to say no because it would not work with her class schedule. I thought it seemed very unusual to want to promote her to such a position so quickly. However, Casy was pretty much doing the role of being the manager during the hours that she was working. Even though the owner has a whole chain of dry cleaners, he is shorthanded on managers, so he was forced to fill in himself as manager for a couple months at our location. The owner is an older rich guy about 50 years old named Charlie. He is a big bald headed black man, who is quite a bit overweight due to a lot of extra rich food consumption associated with he and his wife's other business. He is probably around my height of 6'5 but he must weigh in at over 280 pounds.
Charlie started inviting both of us to join him and his wife at extravagant dinners hosted by other members of a community of catering professionals and catering business owners. I was very grateful to be getting some needed meals for free, however it was very apparent to both Casy and I that the reason we were invited was because Charlie wanted opportunities to get his hands on Casy. Charlie's elderly wife didn't seem to notice. It also appeared that Charlie was enjoying showing off Casy in sexy cocktail dresses to his other male friends.
Two weeks ago, I was home from school. She had been working and it was past time that the dry cleaners closed. This time of the year it gets dark an hour before closing time. Since she hadn't responded to a text, and the dry cleaners had been closed for a while, I decided to drive toward her work, figuring I would probably intercept her on her walk home and give her a ride. She doesn't mind the short half-mile walk, but it had been a long day for both of us so a surprise ride home at night would have been appreciated. Besides it was after dark, and she was much later than usual. As I was walking to our parking spot, I noticed a 2020 mid-engine C8 Corvette in our neighbor's parking spot. I had never seen this new model up close, and I knew that our neighbor friend could in no way afford to even look at this car let alone have it in his parking spot. So, I looked closer at the car as I walked by. I saw that in the car was a blonde girl and a black guy. There was not enough light to see how much was happening, but they were really going at it, that much was for sure. I could not see faces, but the skirt and blonde hair looked familiar. Not knowing what to do out of shock, I kind of just felt my legs continue towards our car. Casy saw me but hoped I had not seen her and remained still. When she saw me going to our car, realizing that I was going out to intercept her walking home, she got out of Charlie's car and stopped me. Charlie then said out the window that he thought it safer to give Casy a ride home, as he drove off. Charlie is usually more friendly and talkative to me.
We silently walked to our apartment. Once inside, my thoughts were that I should be mad as hell and be doing something about it. I could see that she was very concerned about what I was thinking and what I was about to say. Before I could say anything, Casy stated that I should not be concerned because she was in no way attracted to fat bald men older than her father. She also said that I should not say anything because Charlie was her boss, and we really could not afford to lose her job. We were still in the doorway, before I could respond, she pulled down my running shorts and bent forward and began to expertly distract me from the situation. Looking down at her long blonde hair as she ran her tongue on the underside just below the head, I realized she is very good at distractions. I also realized that I had already been hard since I saw them in the car.
After a dinner consisting of Ramen noodles lettuce and water. I had the noodles; she had the lettuce. I started casually thinking out loud to her about how long it had taken her to get home after she closed the dry cleaners and that though the lighting from the parking lot lights was marginal, it did not appear like a man had just forced a kiss on a girl in the car. It appeared that she was more aggressively on top of the man while he was in the driver's seat. Casy was completely quiet for a long while, then said we needed to get into bed so we could talk. I have heard this before whenever there is something she has done that she doesn't want to tell me about. She knows that it's hard for a guy to be upset when laying naked next to 5'5" 110 pounds sexy blonde girl with a slender, athletic figure that reflects her dedication to fitness. Her sun-kissed skin glows against her blonde hair, which falls gracefully past her shoulders. Striking green eyes, vibrant and unforgettable, add to her captivating presence, while her youthful features radiate natural beauty. She has a toned physique, including well-defined abs and strong, lean legs, with an elegant posture that exudes both strength and grace. Her confidence and poise make her presence truly unforgettable. "When she is standing in her high heels, and you are looking from direct front or back there is a wide gap between thin but muscular thighs. Everyone on the planet would love to have her washboard abs. Not to mention nice 34D tits and perky nipples. Many times, at the cleaners or grocery store when someone sees her for the first time and it happens to be at a rare moment when she is standing still, their first glance notion is that she is a display of a life size Barbie Doll. She probably doesn't have to, but she does work hard to appear perfect in every way. She could quite possibly be the sexiest girl in the world by every standard. Additionally, her personality and mannerisms are like one might think Barbie would be in real life. Underneath, Casy is warm and caring to people and animals alike. Her fault is that she has an impulsive desire to please everybody. If she knows someone wants something, then it becomes her desire to provide it. Her father wants her to become a doctor. Men want to touch her.
Once in bed she fills me in on the rest of the situation. It turns out that although it was true that Charlie had forced a kiss on her in his car and she had previously not been attracted to fat bald men older than her father, things seem to have changed. She had been getting rides home from Charlie for the last week. She resisted before, having suspicions as to what Charlies true intentions were, but it was now getting dark before closing time, so she felt safer getting a ride. Besides, he was her employer, and the way modern labor relations laws are concerning sexual harassment, Charlie would have to be completely unprofessional to push anything toward her. Four blocks from our apartment building there is a city park. Without a word, Charlie turned into the parking lot of the city park. Casy said she began asking him what was going on, knowing full well what Charlie was up to. As soon as he shut down the engine, Charlie asked if he could kiss her. Casy, not being surprised, had already decided that she would go along with his making-out for a few seconds. Then as soon as he eased up some, she would slip away. She said that instead, he stopped, and she found herself not wanting to stop. Something turned on inside of her that would change her life forever. His oversized black lips that she told herself before were unattractive, she now discovered, made him an unforgettable kisser like she had never before experienced. His overpowering strength was giving her a wonderful tingle.
Casy told me that he stopped suddenly and told her that he was sorry. He said he was now worried how much trouble she could make for him with his wife and legally. Casy told him that she was not naive to her current power situation.
She said that she shocked both him and her when she next said, " Charlie, would you kiss me some more."
By the time he got around to putting his hand under her short skirt he found what Casy could already feel was happening that the seat and part of her skirt were soaking wet. She seldom wears panties. She said that once he discovered that, he wasted no time getting his fingers into her. Charlie is a big man, and they were in his mid-engine corvette so Casy soon things were not going farther unless they got out of the car and that would not work with as many people that were walking their dogs in the park. She said that she then, without saying a word, quickly got out of the car, took off her heels and ran home. When she got back to our apartment, she said she was so horny that she thought she was going to crawl out of her skin. That was a night that I had a night class so out of pure desperation she used her vibrator until I got home.
The following day prior to 4 pm, Charlie asked her if she wanted to leave early, and that he could give her a ride home if she wanted. She said, thanks for asking but we could not afford to miss the last two hours of work. Charlie went into the office and came back in two minutes. He said that he had taken care of it with his pay clerk in his headquarters office that for tonight her timecard would be manually corrected to be checking out at 6. But that would only work one time, because it involved the pay clerk thinking he was correcting a timecard handling mistake.
That is when Casy thinking she was joking, asked, "Is it over-time pay?" (1.5 times pay per hour)
Charlie without hesitation said, "Yes."
Casy told me that she said to herself, this is interesting.
