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June, 7, 1865
Nora and Tate McKay lay in the bed she once shared with her husband. A husband that had been called up to fight for the Union. Leaving her all alone to run an expansive farm, to oversee things she rightly didn't know how to run. Yet it was her loving, handsome son that had saved the farm from her inexperience. However, this would be the last time they would ever share a bed due to Bill's return the next day. Although they could never know how cruel fate was as Bill's train had arrived early, nor could they know the horrors the man faced in that bloody war that forever changed the man. From the once kind, warm, caring man to the cold, heartless, callous one that the war had turned Bill into.
Those two love struck people were soon faced with the snarling, cold, wicked eyes as they looked down the barrel of Bill's, 1864, peacemaker. Bill's thumb reached up pulling back the hammer of the gun. His eyes fixated on the boy he had helped raised. Nora unleashed a horrific scream as her son fell flat on the bed as his gray matter painted the wall. Bill gave no answer to his cheating wife's questions as he unloaded the last four bullets into his Nora's chest. Bill stood at the end of the bed watching as that rich crimson liquid spreading along the bed. Unaware how those droplets fell through the cracks of the floor boards entwining themselves with the very bones of that once warm home.
April, 21, 2016
One hundred and fifty two years had passed since that dark day. Owners have come and gone most never knowing what truly lurked within those walls, however, there were a few that did know what stalked within those halls. Five times the former owners were met with death-five times the police could never understand why the husband would murder his own family. Yet as the newest owners of the McKay manor slowly rolled to a stop. One has to wonder if they too would meet the same fate of those poor souls.
"Well..." Anna Stevens said stepping out of her mid size SUV. The gentle breeze sent her auburn hair in undulating waves brushing against her shoulders. Her left arm rested on the top of the door while her right rested on the roof of her car. Her green eyes looked upon the white washed exterior of the nearly two hundred year old house. Praying that this move would keep her troubled son from any further outbursts. She couldn't afford to uproot her life again. If he couldn't chill that attitude of his than she had no other choice but to ship him off to his father. A man that cared more about his career than the family he ran away from. Anna knew if her son went overseas then his behavior would only grow worse than what it already was. She knew how isolated the property was. It was the reason she rented out her house in the city to live out in the country a good hour and a half from her job. Where she hoped her son wouldn't bring home any more trouble with him.
Anna wasn't happy forfeiting her home that she had worked hard for, all so her rebellious son wouldn't find himself in prison. She tried everything to keep him on the right path. Yet none of the groups she had put him in would keep him from drinking, using the drugs she had found countless times in his room; nor could they help keep him out of jail either. She was tired. Tired of trying to help a son that seemed hell bent on destroying his life. She had left her son in jail for three days, hoping that it would show him what awaited him if he kept down the road he was headed.
"This is home," Anna said, keeping the bitterness from her voice as she looked into the cab of the SUV. "Now come on Johnathan, let's go see what's inside."
"Fine," Johnathan groaned, "I bet this place doesn't even have the internet."
"Good. You'll stay out of trouble then," Anna sneered. Her eyes running down his body. Wondering what happened to the happy son she raised?
"Oh come on! It was just a simple hack. No one got hurt!" Johnathan groaned missing his laptop. Yet his parole stipulated that he couldn't be in contact with any computers, smart phones, or tablets. He wasn't about to go to federal prison. Jail was enough.
"John," Anna sighed pinching the bridge of her noise, "Hacking into the cities traffic mainframe is not a simple hack. You know the damage? The chaos you could have caused?! How many people could have gotten hurt by your stupid stunt! You know what I had to give up! Yet all you care about is yourself. Well, Mr., I've had enough! If you screw this up, I'm done."
"I know, Mom," Johnathan said hanging his head, "Sorry," he said weakly.
"Uh huh," Anna said rolling her eyes. She had heard that far too often. "Do you think I like moving an hour and a half from the city? Giving up the house I worked so hard for? All for what? A son who doesn't give a shit about who he hurts, just so long as he can get his fix. If you ever, and I mean ever step out of line that's it! I'm shipping you off to your father."
"What?! Mom no!" Johnathan said in shock. He had no wish to learn German.
"That's up to you, if you stay clean, do everything your parole officer tells you to do. Then maybe, just maybe I'll finally get the son I miss back," Anna said sternly crossing her arms.
"If it means not going to Germany," Johnathan said taking a dry swallow, "I'll do anything you ask."
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Anything?
" Anna shook her head at the thought. Just because it had been five years since she's had sex. Didn't mean she was that starved for it to act on that depraved thought. "Well, come on," Anna said pushing her son towards the house. Anna found it odd when she did the walk through that the former owners had left everything behind, and why they were selling the house so cheaply. Every inquiry she made about the property proved that the house was sound, and in no danger from burning down from faulty wiring. Yet Anna just couldn't dispel the nagging feeling in the back of her head, as to why anyone would just leave everything behind? Yet it would save her money on furnishing such a huge home. All she had to pay the movers for was their beds and rest of their belongings that weren't staying in her former home. Anna was just glad she could find some renters so soon. She was going to need the extra cash and soon.
"Damn! Would you look at that!" Johnathan grinned madly at the 60' flat screen TV. "Tell me, we are keeping it right?!"
"Yeah," Anna said offhandedly as she moved through the home. Looking at her watch wondering were the movers were. They should have been there at the same time they arrived. "Come on, let's check out the second floor," she said pulling her son along, "Well, I guess this won't be your room," Anna said eyeing the pink paint on the walls. A chill ran down her spine, that uneasiness washing over her settling in the pit of her stomach.
"I don't know, I do like the pink..." Johnathan stumbled forward from the slap upside the back of his head.
"Don't be crude, John," Anna huffed; yet something whispered in the back of her mind if he would like the taste of her pink taco. "Okay," looking down at her watch again, "Since we got the rooms sorted. When the movers get here, have them put my bed in the master bedroom and my boxes. Then when they're gone start putting stuff away I want the kitchen, living room, and your room squared away by the time I come home."
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"Anna? Look at that!" Carla whispered to Anna as she rolled into her cubical.
"Oh my! Isn't he just mmm...yummy," Anna purred as she peered around the wall of her cubical at the new hire as he chatted with Eric a few rows down from her. Her horny mind pictured that handsome hunk of a man pushing her into the men's room. Forcing her into one of the stalls, roughly shoving her against the wall, his lips ravishing her neck while he pushed down her pants. Spinning her around, running his cock through her lips before thrusting hard into her. Jamming three fingers into her mouth to muffle her moans, as he fucked the ever-loving shit out of her. Quickly rolling back into her cubical, feeling her slickness growing within her canal. She didn't want or need anyone smelling her arousal. Yet as the day wore on her mind just couldn't let go of that delicious thought. Digging through her purse for the one thing that always followed her around. Quickly looking over her shoulder, seeing how Carla had her ear buds in knowing she won't be able to her the buzzing.
Anna grinned sneakily as she pulled out her small pink vibrator she used sparingly at work. It was mainly for the ride home, so she wouldn't have to deal with her son's crap in a foul mood. God! How she needed a cock. Turning the little vibrator onto it's lowest setting. Her left hand guided that little toy along her dance floor. Biting her lower lip as her fingers skimmed along her moist labia. Her muscles slightly trembling as that vibrating toy ran through her hungry lips. Her eyes rolled in her head as it sat ever so perfectly on her clit. Her hips moving slowly so no one would realize what she was doing. Her mind dreaming of that man ramming his cock into her wet, starving, neglected cunt. Her polished nails scrapped down her desk as she pressed down hard on the vibrator. Fuck! She needed to cum and cum hard. Her mind flashed of his hands squeezing her breasts as that new hire fucked her hard. "
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