There was an excited murmur going around the break room of S. Super Food Mart that afternoon. All the talk was about the new store manager, who was being brought in by corporate to fix certain problems that had led to the previous manager's dismissal and subsequent arrest. The store had closed early to allow a full-staff meeting, and the tiny break room was overflowing with curious, anxious employees.nn"When's this goddam meeting gonna start?" Wanda Schmidt whined, to no one in particular. She scratched an ample hip as she shifted uncomfortably on the metal folding chair.nn"We ain't got everybody here yet," snapped Daisy Wells from the other side of the room. Daisy's parents had named her after the flower, hoping that she'd blossom and otherwise live up to her name; unfortunately, she'd grown up saddled with a hook nose, crossed eyes, an extreme overbite, and a know-it-all attitude. Wanda shot her a dirty look.nn"Goddam thing was supposta start five minutes ago. I ain't even supposta work today, it's my goddam day off."nn"Watch yer fuckin language, Wanda," Daisy said. Titters erupted from the other employees in the room. Daisy, oblivious, gave everybody a general-purpose evil squint.nnIn one corner of the room, three younger female employees were clustered together, deep in conversation. One was black, another white, the third Latina. nnTheir names, respectively, were Mary, Marie and Maria; but they were known among their co-workers as "The Three Stoogettes", primarily due to the fact that any one of them was rarely seen out of the company of the others, and the further fact that not one of them seemed to have an IQ higher than her bustline.nnNow, as bustlines go, their IQs were pretty impressive. Mary, who was a little chunky, wore a 40E bra.

Tuesday - February 21, 2006nnAuthors note: The root of this story is in Chapter 01 - Blondes in pursuit of black guys. This is the tenth day of a fourteen-day vacation where fantasy has become reality. It is taking place on the island of Jamaica. What else do the stars have for me the remaining days here in paradise? If you have already read previous chapters, then you have a hint.nnIt begins:nnWhen I return to the bedroom Terry is sitting on the edge of the bed, naked, looking at his cock. nn"What are you thinking about Terry?"nn"I am wondering how I am going to look down there with a pussy and my cock gone.nn"God, Heather I am so happy at the way that things are happening for me since we met.nn"I really am looking forward to the day we can kiss and play with each other, rub our tits together and cum. I never thought I would be whole."nnI lean over to give him a soft kiss him.nn"I am really happy that I managed to get Kevin's money and will always be thankful that Jeff mentioned it and hinted at me doing it with Kevin. I am lucky that Sam not only did me the favor of expanding my ring to take cocks in my rear with ease but also to enjoy tonguing there too. We are both lucky that Ann and Frank go to Bangkok from time to time so that we can save airfare.nn"Lets go see what's to eat besides each other."nnWe put on robes and head downstairs. Frank and Ann are sipping coffee.nn"Any change of mind from last night, Terry?" Frank asks.

Saturday - February 25, 2006nnAuthors note: This is the last day of a fourteen-day vacation with the hope of turning a ten-year fantasy into reality. It is no longer a fantasy. It is taking place on the island of Jamaica. What else do the stars have for me the remaining day here in paradise? If you have already read previous chapters, then you have a hint.nnPreface to readers:nnThis chapter caused me some difficulties. I had been questioning how much of it should I submit. I decided to submit a shortened version, choosing the most interesting of what I wrote to my diary. Anyone desiring the long version may request via e-mail for a copy which I will be happy to forward. The longer version has some repetition of previous activities written about in earlier chapters.nnIt begins:nnFrank then says, "Ok, let me get my thoughts organized more. I will check with Jim and get back to you all. Oh, by the way Amy and Heather, while you girls were having fun yesterday, Jenn let me fuck those awesome jugs of hers. Let me tell you, it was heavenly."nn"So, when we left you managed to find her and get that wish taken care of, Huh?"nn"Yes Heather! You know I have had my eyes on them since the first time I saw them."nn"Yes Frank, I do. I wish mine were that size but maybe I would look out of proportion with my frame.nn"So tell me, how did you manage to seduce her?

Kay moved a small overnight bag from one seat of her settee and plonked herself down in the space. How did she come to have so much stuff? It must have multiplied rapidly in the moving van. nnSomewhere in the house was her comb, her make up, hopefully her toothbrush. Running her hand through her shoulder length blonde hair Kay felt the knots and shuddered. During the week she was never usually seen without a smart suit, full war paint and a neat French pleat in her hair. Even at weekends she would pull it back with bands or clips. Her colleagues at work wouldn't believe she could look quite so scruffy.nn"Relaxed, stressed out but relaxed, if that's possible."nnShe had always promised herself a smart townhouse as soon as she could afford the deposit and six months earlier had met her target. Now all she had to do was keep up the mortgage repayments and it was hers forever.nnThe rain continued to pelt against the windows and she heard the unmistakable sound of a cat flap being used. A bedraggled and obviously deeply insulted black and white cat walked towards her and stopped. It was waiting for something, Kay just wasn't sure what the something was.nnA sigh escaped her as she got to her feet. Even sitting for a couple of minutes showed her how out of condition she was. There was a gym just a few minutes from her new home though and that was another thing on her 'to do' list. Annual membership.nnA box on the longer kitchen counter said, amongst other things, 'tea towels' on the label and she rummaged until she found a slightly fluffy one and returned to the living room. The cat had made itself comfortable in the vacated space on the settee and Kay leant over and began rubbing the damp fur.

Friday - February 17, 2006nnAuthors note: The root of this story is in Chapter 01 - Blondes in pursuit of black guys. This is the sixth day of a fourteen-day vacation where reality has replaced fantasy. It is taking place on the island of Jamaica. What else do the stars have for me the remaining days here in paradise? If you have already read previous chapters, then you have a hint.nnIt begins:nnI am the first to wake; a hard cock in the crack of my butt is humping me slowly. As my body awakens more so does my brain. All guys wake up with a hard-on; I know that. OK, but who is in bed with me. Oh, I finally remember now, it is Sam. He is snoring softly plus making his hard-on feel better by rubbing it against me. I love the feel of his hand cupping one of my soft breast. God, this feels so good. I hope he is dreaming of me.nnI glance over at some movement in the other bed; it is Maria waking up. She looks over at me and smiles. We all know that we are switching this morning; the others in bed with her are asleep. nnI motion to Maria to head to the bathroom. I am sure we both need to pee; we take care of that, shower ourselves and then turn into each other getting ourselves worked up with fingers and tongues. For the first time in my life, I just melt so comfortably into a female with no hesitation or inhibitions.

Wednesday - February 22, 2006nnAuthors note: The root of this story is in Chapter 01 - Blondes in pursuit of black guys. This is the eleventh day of a fourteen-day vacation where fantasy has become reality. It is taking place on the island of Jamaica. What else do the stars have for me the remaining days here in paradise? If you have already read previous chapters, then you have a hint.nnI wake up with a soft, warm black hand on my left breast and a morning woodie in the crack of my butt.nnI lie on my side trying to sort things out.nnI remember Chuck getting into bed with me. nnIs this Chuck or someone else? Did I get drugged? Is this what Maria was inferring about being horny?nnI hear this light snoring so the guy has to be asleep.nnI close my eyes, place my hand over this guy's hand on my tit, and remember what Maria had said.nnShe was right; I am horny after everything yesterday. Am I turning in to a nympho?nnI hear, "Good morning, Heather," into my neck with a breast squeeze.nn"MMMM! Good morning, what are your orders from Mistress Trudy for today?"nn"I am to stay with you until you dismiss me."nnChuck reaches for my chin.

The following story has been edited from the original in order to comply with this website's guidelines. Note that only Part 1 has been edited. Please contact the author if you have any questions.nn***nnCHAPTER 1nn***nnI was eight years old when my parents died. They had come to America just before I was born, eking out a living as hired farm hands in California before moving on towards the Great Plains. This was the land of opportunity, but life was not easy in Middle America for a couple of uneducated Chinks and two small children.nnStill, all of their hopes and dreams were for our success. My younger sister and I attended local schools as often as possible, and every extra penny they had went into providing for our educational needs. They dreamed that I could grow up and be a doctor or lawyer, live a better life.nnWe were on our way to a new job in the next state over when my dad fell asleep at the wheel. He and my mom had been driving in shifts for the last two days straight in order to make it to the new job on time. Our battered truck flipped into a ditch, and the next thing I knew, Child Services was delivering me to a dusty building where a weather-beaten couple was waiting for me. A sign by the road read "Masters Farm".nnA kind but overworked and exhausted social worker was talking to my new foster parents. They were signing some paperwork and then the social worker handed them a check. She turned and pointed to me. "His family died in an accident off Route 47. We don't have any record of where they were headed or where they were coming from. Just a family of undocumented Chinese. But the boy's got a US birth certificate; he speaks perfect English, and responds to the name 'John'.

Big Mama asked me: "Are you gonna have a problem with killing a friend of yours?" "Depends on which friend."nn"A Yakuza gang member on the management fast track." nn"It's not a woman, is it? I've got enough contracts out on me without the government getting in on the act." The Government of Greater Good frowns on killing females, but men are fair game. nn"C'mon, Aaron, you know the only place the Yakuza has in its ranks for a woman is as a bed warmer."nnI smiled, "They're not as liberal as the Organizatsiya." Quite the contrary, the Russian mafia employs women the way the KBG used to carry a large roster of femme fatales.nnBig Mama twisted the cap off a new bottle of Dasani water. Her pronounced neck muscles worked when she tipped it back. She set it down on her desk half empty. I swallowed dryly.nn"Aren't you going to offer a guest any of that?" nnI drink all the chemical beer I want, but these days you drink all the fresh water you can scrounge. nnShe snatched up the bottle before I could reach for it. "You're not a guest, you're an employee," she reminded me.nn"Part time at best," I sighed. "Which one of my friends needs to be rendered null and void?"nn"It's not a woman.