P. E. Knapp

The first week of May 2018 was rough with final exams and packing up mom. I was sending her ahead. Flying her up with multiple boxes packed from the apartment. Everything else went on in the moving truck with Jules’ people. They would drive it up and unload everything in the morning. Mom was staying at the house with Randy. I, on the other hand, still had to stay down here for a few days and would fly up on the tenth. My van is staying here. So I have transportation when I am down here. Burt mad

It’s the end of April and I was flying all over the East Coast with Burt on charter flights. We had a lot of one-way trips that required the client to pay us to deadhead back. Burt spent the time explaining how he works out those costs to determine what to charge the client. It was when we started working out the maintenance costs that I had to sit down and think, because you are at the mercy of the companies that handle the job. No control over that cost. There had to be a better way, and I was

Adam held my hand as we walked through the suite to the lifts. Waiting as we entered for Anna and Hunter to board too, as well as our Security Service personnel. I already had Marines on each floor, just because we had guests in the suite. I think that may be going to change, though. The lift was silent and fast as we shot up two floors. The doors opened and Brian was waiting for us as we exited, handing me a tablet. “Shouldn’t you be gone for the day?” I asked. “I had a few things t

Teachers were never that accommodating when I was in school! Not that I needed them to be...😇 Another great chapter

Two chapters in a row, Guy Fellowes name comes out like a snake from a rock wall... Since I don't like snakes. (Like I always say. Snake on a stick and a new pair of shoes. Really aggravated the lady with the 15-foot Boa at the kid's birthday party.) I would personally shoot first, ask questions later. That said. Another good chapter.

My Security Personnel and I boarded the shuttle to hop back over to Puddle Jumper. Once I stepped off the shuttle, I motioned for my escort to take a break as I turned for the Bridge. Settling down in my seat as I brought my screens to life, checking the course I had asked for, it looked good. “OK Captain. This looks good. Let’s cloak and get underway. Best possible speed to intercept.” I looked over at Adrian. “On our way, father.” He said as he gave the orders. The ship slipped int

Randy observed, “When we’re old, we’re going to miss the days when we got hard every few minutes.” 🤣🤣🤣 Just the laugh I needed.

I should dig out the reporter's news story, of which there are several, but the property with the pier is an ###R property. R meaning, rear. Or in this case, the only access is between the buildings in front with frontage on Commercial Street. Unless the pier is reconstructed and a marina added. As is historical (or hysterical) information, depending how you look at it. The current owner is still in a court feud with one side of the accessway. His arguing that there isn't enough room for a project that size and parts of it are on his property. She has a contract with the other two to purchase once the permits are approved. In the end I think the one still in court wants an 8-figure buyout. The other two were only a combined mid-7-figure buyout. As always. History makes for good story plots. The process started way back in 2019? ,To this day it is still tied up in court.

It’s the second week of January 2018. I was registered for my classes at SUNY Purchase. Both of them. I had to chuckle at myself over that. I registered for two more classes online through New York University. I was kicking myself over that. I could have taken most of my courses online and skipped the tedious running back and forth to the college. But then. I wouldn’t have met Glenn, Peter, and Noel. I shrugged as I turned my laptop on and started my homework. Best part was my scholarship was st

I agree with all the previous comments. Both about the memories it brought back and that it was well written. Thank you @Albert1434 for posting it.

I was just finishing up my last class for the 2017 academic year. The final exam I needed, and I was no less confident than for any other exam I’ve taken. I’m sure my GPA will finish out at 3.97 or higher. My phone was off and that was good, because when I walked out to my van and turned it on, the screen blew up with missed calls and text messages. Orion, Landon, and Lea. I scrolled down, as I stopped walking, to Orion’s first text. Maverick. The crypto market is moving fast. Contact Lea s

Liam is the 5th child I have taken on this trip. With Marc Adam it makes him the 6th. They have done better than the others. Possibly because they are here as a team, since they are dating. We have been out a week now and have made 5 stops. They joined me for my inspection tours and sat a few meetings with me. It has dawned on them the massive time and work that it takes to run our House. Toss in the stops I make at Alexander-Knight Interstellar Industries facilities also and their heads are spi

Do we get a write in slot?

@Freemantleman I'll only answer one of the two.🤣 I can respond to the above excerpt in one word... Bingo!

Interesting escape. Now does the war start with the Serbian's?

Orion was sitting at the side table in the kitchen of the Manse as he sipped his juice. “Who is in the pool area?” I asked, as Tanner came in with Jules for breakfast. Quinn and Ryan didn’t need to be up for another hour. “Perhaps you should look.” Jules said as he kissed me. My eyebrows shot up at my husband's glib answer. Too much time with Quinn. I am sure. Standing, I walked down the hall to look out the windows into the enclosed pool area. Hmph. I turned and walked back to the kitchen

Even though this is the fifth time I have read this over the years, the end still brings tears to my eyes.

You know... This is making me think of the Olympics. Specifically, men's diving. I always watch, because one of these years, one of the athletes in the diving competition is going to realize he isn't going to medal. Says fuck it and drops his suit and dives in. For years after, nobody will remember who won the gold. But. They will know who dived naked into the pool. That being said. Very nice story @KKirk. Thanks for posting it.

It’s Wednesday, and I have been invited with Randy to the Manse for dinner. I took out my best clothing for tonight. Everything else is packed for me to check out tomorrow. Randy walked down and was going to ride with me to give me directions. It turned out it wasn’t far from Jules’ place. Randy said there are two trails. One going to Jules’ place and the other goes to Ryan’s. No sooner did he say that as we pulled up the driveway, Ryan popped out of a trail and waved as we pulled into the parki

💯Congratulations! Well deserved!

Thanks @Freemantleman. I try my best and comments like this make me try harder.

More of the story of what happened to Randy comes out a few chapters down the road.

2016 has come and gone. My transcripts for the end of my school year in May 2017 proudly displayed my 3.97 grade point average. Pete even took me out for dinner and to a hotel so I could fuck him long and hard. It’s a balancing act, with me holding back from driving into him as hard as I like. I even keep one hand wrapped around my cock when we fuck to ensure I don’t go beyond 8 inches into him, as he can’t take it. Few people can, except for Glenn. I did Peter just the way we liked it for all t

Ogunquit. I never made it there myself, I've heard it is very nice. Still time yet. I have a tendency to use places I have been in my writing. Memories work themselves into the stories. Makes it seem more real, I think.

Traffic was heavy as I made the final turn towards the blacktop for runway 11-29. Checking my airspeed before I dialed down the flaps. Waiting as my airspeed leveled out, hand drew back the throttles as I lined up with the flight lines. The person in the right seat’s head moved as he checked the controls silently. I pulled the throttles back a little more, then reached down and threw the lever to drop the gear. “Gear down.” I said. More to myself than anyone else. Burt knows how to fly. He