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Max...Part !this story is part of the FanClub (fm:one-on-one, 1865 words)

Author: BlondeChic
Added: Apr 09 2014Views / Reads: 832 / 499 [60%]Story vote: 8.50 (6 votes)
I meet Max and accept his challenge. Come with me with nothing but what you are wearing and your handbag and passport. We will buy whatever we need as we go along.
 


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Max and I had met a few years back, seeing each other at school, at mutual friends homes, and a few Seattle Seahawks games.

Now, I had graduated. From University. I had a hard earned Bachelor's degree in accounting, and an accounting job. Yes, I know, I was employed at my Uncle's Lowe's store, but it was a great job in a lousy time to get a new job. Of course, my Aunt had taken me aside at her son Al's nineteenth birthday party and told me not to tell anyone but sweet little Annabelle was finally retiring, at the age of seventy eight, and they could finally hire a real, up to date accountant to replace her. All that I had to do was apply, wear a nice dress, short skirt, accentuating top, makeup and hair done, and don't forget those lovely high heels. I had just begun to think that I would be applying for the Barbie position when Uncle Fred cleared his throat behind us. His eyes were on Aunt Jeannette's hand which was resting on my shoulder, barely covered by my string bikini top after having touched every area she'd discussed dressing.

He barely said hello, took Aunt Jeannette's hand and walked down the hall with her giggling most of the way. It didn't take a genius to know where they were going, or what they were doing. Hot damn, two hot early sixty year olds, and I was directly related.

Al walked in, scratching his crotch through his thin shorts, chewing a wad of gum, nearly tripping over his huge feet and telling me to make ...

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