1. Court Record Chapter Seven


    Date: 6/13/2016, Categories: True Story, Written by women, Young, Author: Barbiebnympho, Rating: 89.7, Source: sexstories.com

    this mission had to be flown alone…no accomplices. Jayson was at his desk in his small office off the entry foyer. As she swung down to the hall floor around the end of the banister a light bulb came on in her head. She had never asked for anything that she did not receive… that was the only good product of money as she saw it. She did not ask for much, but now was the time. It took ten minutes of conversation with Jayson to tell him about the exercise program at Evenrude and the joy she had found in bike riding…to describe the many real neat riding opportunities here on the grounds with all the fields and such…and to firmly request that she have a real good cross-over bike. It took Jayson another ten minutes to call his contacts and arrange for delivery. Local merchants jumped if they ever got a call from the estate. There was always the hope of more business. One hour later, still way before lunch time Sarah was testing out a new bike around the courtyard and the buildings. A Schwinn Super Sport CX Hybrid, light weight yet ready for rough terrain as well as paved surface; should be great on a gravel road. A quick sandwich in the kitchen…word to Jayson about how much she had grown to enjoy long rides at camp and Sarah was on her way down along the sheep field, out the old gate and down the gravel road. This bike was super easy to ride…great on the gravel road…she rode like the wind, her blond hair in a loose pony tail flying behind her. All she could think about was Scotty. ...
    She would like to have worn something different for him…something that would cause a stir, but she had to look appropriate leaving the estate. In less than an hour, Apple Valley Orchards started to appear ahead on the right. There was instant relief as the house came into view, but as she turned up the drive she could see the old garage where her rusty bike had been, was burned to the ground. It had been quite a fire. The lower limbs of the old red oaks above were scorched. Fortunately, nothing else had caught fire. Cautiously, she moved on up to the house pushing her bike. Even from the old garage location she could see the front door was standing open. That was so unusual, not at all like Scotty. Time after time, she called for Scotty as she carefully walked up onto the porch. Her first look inside said everything was ok. Everything seemed to be in place as she remembered it. She moved back to the kitchen; strangely every door was standing open. Just the spring loaded screen door to the back yard was shut. She turned, summoned a bit more courage and started up the steps. She had quit the summoning call for Scotty; if he were around he would have responded. Silently she moved up. Again every door stood open; otherwise everything was in order. Not a thing appeared to be missing, but no Scotty. She peered through the open door to the closet; all in order, but as she turned away she was caught by the possibility that a couple bags were missing…maybe just one bag and a backpack. ...
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