Linda and Stacy were both the same age--thirty-six--and looked great. But they were like night and day: Linda was a tall, six-foot platinum blonde, with small tits, and a runway model"s body; Stacy was Italian, five-four, with huge breasts and long black hair. Her body was thin, but more curvaceous.



They just got finished with a morning of tennis, and now they were in the locker room. They on

April was quickly over what ailed her. She seemed quite

please with the idea of us spending the day together.

She probably could and would have liked to pass on the

Doctor visit, but it was the ploy we were using for her

staying out of school and my taking off from work to

help take care of her.



I couldn't be certain but I doubted if April had worn

any panties under the way to

Hot breath hit my ear over the throb of the techno music, piercing through my ecstasy induced fuzziness. I felt long hair sway against my arm and a hand gently pull me closer. "We're so fucking high," whispered her voice, "We just want someone to come away from here and give it to us."



I gulped, swaying in surprise, and took a closer look at the girl propositioning me. She was alluringly sexy

"Hey John, I am getting an early parole. I'll be

out in two weeks! Can I stay with you?"



With that one phone conversation John knew that his

life was about to change. Again.



He had not heard the voice on the phone for over

five years now. A lifetime for both of them. Ronald

had been convicted of the brutal rape and abduction

of a prominent Senator's daughter. What idiot would

b