1. Secrets of Liberty Mountain - Updated thru Chapter 28


    Date: 3/14/2019, Categories: Science-Fiction, Author: Nathan Wolf, Source: sexstories.com

    Secrets of Liberty Mountain Copyright 2017 by Nathan Wolf THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents either are the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is too weird for words and 100% purely coincidental. Chapter 1 I stuffed my last cardboard box of personal belongings into the cargo hold of my girlfriend's Toyota Rav4, jumped into the passenger seat, and waited while she fussed over a map with directions to our new home. Darlene was like that - a stickler for details. She flipped her shoulder length hair out of her eyes for the umpteenth time and squinted to read the tiny print. Mapmakers tended to hide the most critical information in the smallest print known to man. Finally finished, she turned to me and smiled. "Let's go!" She put the Rav into drive, and we started on our way. We were going to start a new life off the grid. Darlene was a smart, feisty little brown-haired woman, just under five feet five inches tall, with small breasts, shoulder length hair, and a freckled baby face. Darlene and I moved in together to save money when my landlord evicted me from my apartment for nonpayment of rent. We believed that two could live as cheaply as one. We were right, but only for half as long. We met at a local tavern where we developed an unlikely May-December relationship. She played the part of May at the youthful age of 35 years. ...
     I fulfilled the role of December at the tender age of 67. Through the process of elimination, we had become drinking buddies at our local tavern. I'm not sure "buddies" is the correct word. More often than not, we were the last people still standing when the barkeep bellowed out, "Last call for alcohol!" Initially, geography was our common bond. The tavern, built in the 1890s, featured a Walnut and Mahogany bar with an odd little 'L' shaped hook at the far corner of the saloon. The bar and a back wall of brick formed a naturally cozy little alcove large enough to accommodate three bar stools. According to local legend, the original owner ordered the hook's construction to allow him to observe activities of untrustworthy bartenders behind the bar while also keeping an eye on equally untrustworthy patrons. The voyeur and hermit in me loved the location, and I had it all to myself for several months until the day Darlene arrived. She also loved the strategic location. Like commuters sharing an across town bus, we got used to each other's presence on the installment plan. Familiarity grew comfortable and gave way to conversation as we observed the ebb and flow of tavern life. It all started with casual flirting. She flirted. I was casual. Hell, she flirted with everyone: Men, women, and even the bartender's mangy tomcat. While I enjoyed the sometimes risqué banter, I never considered Darlene as potential girlfriend material. She was a young vixen, and I was an old wolf. I amused ...
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