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Introduction:

NO SEX.
Hidden agenda;

Stan had always been a little overweight. But even he would admit that since he turned thirty he had gained too much... Stan weight in at 231 lbs; although he was 6 feet tall he looked fat..., way toooo fat. Stan knew he suffered from a lack of motivation. But, wtf, he had no one to impress.

Stan worked for a subsidiary of a very large Corporation; Luther Corp... Its owner was or is a Superman fan he surmised... Stan had never met MR. SMITHE... He was fine with that...Stan liked to stick to himself... your typical loner he would always say..., when asked.

Stan-s job was to estimate construction projects. He is an assistant to the department head, a fellow named Swede. You guessed it, a blonde, with grey making itself known. Stan liked Swede, mainly because he left Stan alone to do his job.

Swede understood Stan, letting him do things his way; and that suited both men. Both Stan and Swede were meticulous in their approach to their work. No one questioned them; there was no need the COMPANY was doing exceeding well.

Stan stayed home allot..., as befits a loner. He liked his TV and that suited him just fine. His main vice was movies... Stan went to a movie at least once a week. He was ticked off with Hollywood this fall because there were so few new good movies to watch. He had taken to watching the same movie twice..., because he was not going to pay for some of the crap that was out this fall.

One movie he had paid to watch four times... Stan liked Sci – Fi...
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Stan-s other vice, if one can call it a vice... was writing stories on his computer. He laughed at himself though because he took forever to finish a story. It seemed like he would get to a point in the story and loose the feeling he had for it; so it was write and re-write...funny he thought.

Some people he knew just cranked their stories out like a machine. He was not one of those people. Stan had decided to try and finish-up some of his stories this winter; one never knew what might be waiting around the corner, life was unpredictable.

Stan had lots of stories on the go but had posted less than half of them. He was not widely read; he did not let that bother him..., well maybe a little...

Stan was surprised by stories that became popular visa vis those that he thought were his better ones and failed. Such is life.

He liked to add a twist or two to his stories. Life was not straight ahead so why should fictional stories be much different he thought. Stan had made allot of observations in life and leaned heavily on these. Often people had a hidden agenda; different strokes for different folks, sexually speaking.

Stan felt that if one person got something from what he wrote it was worth his time.

In fact; Stan felt honoured, even humbled, that people would read his stories... He received criticisms of course..., and he tried to learn from the criticisms. But sometimes he felt his critics were just incapable of understanding what he understood.

He knew he lived vicariously thru his writing ... Stan was grateful for an active imagination, and a long history of sleazy people in his life.

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Saturday was movie day for Stan. Today he was going to see a movie about steel android-types boxing... Stan though and hoped this would be a good movie...
HE intended to go to the 4pm show..., not as crowded at that time of day.

However..., later tonight he was going to see Cowboys and Aliens again... He loved that film. He was going to the late show, starting at 10:40pm. Stan knew this showing would not be packed... He liked it when there was room to spare..., Cowboys and Aliens had been out for over a month.

It is a long weekend and Stan liked to treat himself sometimes... Staying out late... using public transit to travel... Stan likes to mingle with the young folks. He enjoyed seeing young couples together. Hearing them laugh and talk... Small groups of people out enjoying life... Once again Stan was living vicariously thought others..., no biggie...

That was his lot in life and he accepted it... Stan was alone and that was that; no need crying about it.

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Stan looked at young women of course; he liked, no, loved woman, he just did not have one. He was not a good looking man. Stan is fat and he knew it.

Sometimes he let his hair go. He was not a slovenly man just tidy enough to get by. WHY?
Because no one cared.

Tonight however, he made a point to dress better... After all, he was going out late to a movie... He kind of liked to fit in a little...It made people less nervous, more receptive if casual conversation erupted... Stan liked it when someone spoke to him...
... A short conversation, pleasantries exchanged and off he would go... no pressure to perform.


Stan enjoyed the movie... even though he had seen it several times now... The lead character was a bit like him, Stan thought... Unable to find love and when he did it blew-up in his face..., she was killed.

Stan knew he was not good for a woman; he was lonely just the same. At times he took solace from the Bible. He never told anyone that though...the Bible is very unpopular these days.

The show ended near 12:30AM. He caught the mini bus which would take him to the train...from there he would disembark at the Stadium station and walk half a mile to his apartment... a good Saturday by Stan’s standards...


All went according to plan..., UNTIL... Public transit caused Stan’s night to go side-ways...

About a dozen folks were waiting for the train; which was a good 20 minutes late... It was after 1AM and people were starting to get nervous...some were headed for work... some..., like Stan, were headed home after a night out... the last train was scheduled for 1:30AM.

Finally a West bound train came. Security informed them that there had been an accident. The East bound train was out of service because of this accident.

“SORRY”! He said.
“The train will run until 2AM providing east-west service on a single line...
...................................................... He then proceeded to inform them that a train would stop at this station in about one half hour heading east.

Of the dozen people at the station eight stayed, four left... two walked away, two grabbed a cab... Stan thought about the cab idea but opted for a late night adventure in the city... he had not been out this late in years. Stan found it exhilarating...

He walked along the platform until he was out from under the overhang; so he could look at the sky, the city centre..., the street lights..., the buses pulling in and out of the station; the city is beautiful at night Stan thought.

Stan heard the approach of heels. He turned to see an attractive dark woman approaching.
“Could I stand with you sir”. Teenage boys make me nervous.

“Sure..., no problem”. Stan replied.

Stan and Rene talked casually for the duration of their time at this station... As it turned out Rene and Stan disembarked at Stadium station... Rene lived about two blocks north of the station in a nice tower, Stan walked her home.

Stan lived about ½ mile north east of the station and enjoyed his late night..., actually early morning. He felt alive.

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Stan thought about that night allot. That was the best time he had-had in years, and that was almost six months ago now. It was summer then, the snow was blowing this day. A big winter storm on the prowl...

YET... as he thought back to that night...he remembered feeling so proud that he’d looked out for Rene. ‘He actually got to look after a woman, see to her safety’. Stan could feel his heart start to pound even now, some six months later.

Stan was trying to re-capture that feeling. Today he was walking to a service station some 15k east of the city limits. He had done this before but always in warmer months. Stan wore good winter clothing so it was no problem.

[...When Stan rented a car in the past for a drive in the country heading east he would stop at this station for a coffee and muffin. He would sit in the lot at the rear of the station which was up on a hill and overlooked farmland. One could see the city from here. There was also a secondary road which passed below this lot. All in all a beautiful vista Stan thought...]


TODAY: Stan was plodding along Hi-way-16 east headed to his beloved local. He walked with his back to the traffic...he knew that was wrong but he hated those head-lights shining in his face. This was a divided hi-way anyhow so there was plenty of room to walk on the shoulder.

Stan rather enjoyed the snow blowing up and around him as the traffic flew by. The bigger vehicles buffeted him with wind as they drove close by...some honking at him. Stan enjoyed being out, trekking about by himself...all his life he had been like that...even as a kid.

Stan could see the station now. It was about one half hour off as he headed east on Hi-Way16. He was feeling pretty good. He heard tires screeching...looking up he saw a car skidding as it avoided a Ford 4x4. Stan smiled..., he knew Ford drivers were not good drivers. He was always wary of them. {  }

He took several more steps when feelings from the time of the accident arouse in him...making his stomach nauseous. Stan stopped, bending toward the ditch thinking he was going to puke. He stayed that way for a minute or more, vehicles whizzing by; until he was sure he was not going to puke. He did not want to mess up his brand new outer wear.

Stan continued walking along the hi-way toward his destination. Only now he was thinking about her, about the tragedy that befell her...and although people said it was an accident Stan knew he was responsible for her death.
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STAN used to drop in to a convenience store slash gas station on his way home.

The first time her saw her they were in a line-up at the till when some asshole barged in front of her. Stan looked at her and said;
“Here, take my spot”, at which time the asshole tried to fill that spot also. Stan put his big frame in the assholes way.
Every time he attempted to move into that spot Stan was in his way. Finally Stan extended an arm blocking his movement;
“Here, come on in”. Stan said to her.

She stepped into the spot Stan had held for her. The asshole glared at Stan but did nothing. The line moved in a orderly fashion after that.

Several weeks later Stan saw her in the same store again. He gave a week smile of recognition and went back to reading is sports magazine. Stan saw a nice pair of legs and feet complemented by fashionable shoes enter his peripheral vision. He looked up to see her standing next to him;
“I never got a chance to thank you for interceding on my behalf”. She said.

Stan smiled;
“No problem”. [Pause...] “My name is Stan”, he said.
“Hello Stan, I am Virginia”.

Stan and Virginia stood chatting for quite awhile both enjoying the company of the other. They went thru the line-up together and exited the store together; parting only after crossing the busy thoroughfare together. Virginia headed north to her apartment and Stan headed east to his.

Over the rest of the summer months Stan and Virginia would chat on those occasions when they met at the convenience store. Stan noticed that Virginia started dropping hints hoping for more than just this casual acquaintance they had.

He liked Virginia, in fact he liked her allot, but...Stan started to withdraw.

He would see her waiting outside the store and would take a circuitous route home avoiding the store.

When Stan miscued and Virginia caught him inside the store he would say his workload was taking a toll on him. Of course Virginia would empathise wishing him well and hope someday soon they could see more of one another.

WOMAN; they always have a hidden agenda Stan felt.
Why can’t they just say;
“I am interested in you”, and when you tell them you only want a casual friendship, it remains so, but no, they got to fuck things up all the time.
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THAT FATEFUL EVENING that fall when he had missed seeing her; Stan was heading across the busy thoroughfare... He heard Virginia yelling his name but choose to keep on going, running across the busy road anyway. A rainy evening with lots of traffic...

Stan heard the screeching tires. He did not even look back, even when other voices yelled. Stan ran all the way home...he was terrified.

He never took that route home again; he took a bus north of his home and walked back to his apartment.
Stan quit watching the news...he buried his head in work. Even old Swede asked him if everything was ok.
“Ya, no problem Swede”. You know me, same old boring Stan.

But he had changed. Stan never befriended a female again...never-never...

“OH VIRGINIA.”
Stan’s eyes started to water, he knew he would have to stop and wait until they dried... Damn he thought.
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STAN STOPPED; well he was almost there. The service station entry ramp was at hand. Stan proceeded up the long inclined service road. He had gone about 30 feet when he turned to look back at the head-lights driving thru the snow fall;
“Just beautiful”, he said out loud.

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SWEDE sat in his office chair watching Bob and Jacqueline walk up the sidewalk to the office front entry. He had met Bob Smithe before but had not had the pleasure of meeting Jacqueline. She is a babe though.

Swede stood and opened the office door for Bob and Jacqueline. They entered Swede’s office and stood looking at the abandon desk Stan had occupied.
“I never touched a thing Bob” I always hoped he would return. He was very good at his job, more than that he was a pal...we got along”.

Bob looked at the desk without saying a word; Swede could tell he was upset about Stan. Jacqueline had a hard-nosed reputation and that was born out as she stood in the office looking thru her papers.
“I have set up a lunch in the board room Bob... We can talk in there”.

The three walked toward the office.
“Hi Swede”.
“Hello Nicole” Swede said. Swede introduced her to Bob and Jacqueline, the three continued onward to the boardroom.

“She sees upset Swede”, Bob said.

“She was very interested in Stan. I have never seen anyone try so hard to get a man to take them out. She is very down Bob. I am concerned about her”.

“Jacqueline, put Nicole down as a person of interest for this program of yours”. Bob said.

Jacqueline looked up and made a note.

“Thanks”, Swede said to the cafe waitress who had just delivered their lunch, coffee etal.

“Jacqueline, what can I get you”? Bob asked.

“Same as you Bobby”. She winked at Swede.

“Jacqueline is the best there is Swede. She will be running Luther Corp in a few years”. [Pause...] We have Tuna and Egg salad Sandwiches here Jackie...what is your preference”? Bob asked.

“I’ve heard that Bob”. Swede interjects is answer.

“You trying to seduce me Bob”, Jacqueline quips.
“I don’t think I am going to find out the color of your panties by offering you a sandwich Jackie”, Bob responds. [Bob gives Swede smile.]

“Dark blue Bobby”.

Swede is excited by the banter between Bob and Jackie. Wow he thinks, they’re great. Without thinking Swede he puts in his own two cents worth;
“I’d crawl over a mile of broken glass to see those”. [Swede blushes, wishing her had never opened his mouth.]

Bob looks over at Swede, smiling;
“Now you’ve done it Swede”.

Swede notices Jacqueline doesn’t say a thing. He is a little worried.
Bob turns and sits at the table. The rooms quiet...

“SWEDE”!
“Yes, Jacqueline”, he answers, feeing tense.

“If you crawl over broken glass our insurance rates will go up. I will just take them off for you”.

Swede’s mouth dropped, Bob burst out laughing...he could not hold out any longer.

Jacqueline stood and shifting sideways to Swede hiked up her skirt; and doffed her dark blue panties. Folding them nicely and placing them beside his sandwich. Jacqueline sat down and winked at Swede.

Swede could not say a thing. He knew he must look stupid but this was way outside his work place experiences.

Thru all this Bob Smithe laughed. Poor Swede he managed to think.

“You can sniff them if you want Swede but I showered not that long ago so I am not sure how much good it will do you”.

Swede, starting to get into the game she was playing placed her panties to his face. He inhaled several times before putting then back on the table.
“I am in love”, he said.

“Anyone I know”, Jacqueline said, winking at Swede...Jacqueline went back to work on the folder he had given her on Stan.
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Bob excused himself and went to fine Nicole. He wanted to have a talk with her. First to find out about Stan, Secondly to see how she was doing.

Bob intended to give her whatever help she needed. He was not going to have another missing person in this organization.
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Jacqueline sat listening to Swede talk about the job Stan did for the company. She wanted to understand that aspect of his life to see if there was anything work related that could have driven him to such desperate life choices.

The young lady serving them brought in fresh coffee. Stan quickly snatched Jacqueline’s panties off the table hiding hem under his suit coat.
“Your not going to steel my panties are you Swede”? Jacqueline said.

The young woman’s eyes looked like saucers they got so big, Jacqueline smiled inwardly. Jacqueline watched Swede and the young woman peripherally. Swede turned his head away from the young lady trying to hold back his laughter; he had already adjusted to Jackie’s chicanery.

“Would you bring the coffee over her dear”, Jacqueline asked the young woman.

She brought the coffee over and poured Jacqueline a cup, black. Jacqueline inquired about her name, Jenny, and her job.

She explained, as Jacqueline listened; Swede sat and watched. It is true what they say about Jackie, as she prefers to be called.

Quote:
“No matter your position in the Luther Corp Empire she listens to what you have to say, giving you her undivided attention”.

Swede was impressed.

There was a knock at the door; they needed Jenny to make delivery. Swede interceded leaving Jenny to talk with Jackie. When he returned they were chatting up a storm, Jenny sitting and having coffee with Jackie. Swede joined in...By the top of the hour they had come to an agreement on Swede’s additional duties and compensation, complete with a Luther Corp title.

Young Jenny also had addition duties, assisting Swede and she too received a Luther Corp title; all be it minor, with additional compensation.

As young Jenny was about to leave Jackie posed a question;
“Jenny, my panties are over there on a chair beside Swede. Should I retrieve them and put them on myself or should I ask Swede to put them on for me”?

“I think you should put them on yourself Miss Jacqueline”. [Jenny was a tad red.]

“Ok, I will do that, thank you Jenny”. [Jenny left the boardroom feeling much more confident in herself.]

Swede smiled and watched the young woman leave;
“You are something else Jackie, you truly are”.

“Thank you”, Jackie replied.[She paused for moment.]
“About my panties Swede”?

“Are you going to ask me the same question”?Swede asked Jackie.
“ I could if you like.”.

“I have a vested interest in the answer Jackie. I suggest that I put your panties on you”.

Alright Swede, lock the boardroom door...we will get my panties on and then look into Stan”.

Swede went to the door, informed the secretary nearby that Jacqueline and himself would be about one hour and that they were not to be disturbed. And could she inform Mr. Smithe?
“He left a message for Jacqueline saying he would meet her back at the hotel. He is taking Nicole out for supper”.
“Ok, thank you Charlotte”.

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Jacqueline stood by Swede as he unfolded her panties. She hiked her skirt up to just about mid-thigh and watched Swede. He was shaking. Jackie smiled; the power of the world lies under a woman’s skirt.
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Jackie and Swede talked about Stan far beyond the hour he thought they might... The police report suggested that Stan had slipped and fell hitting his head on a road marker positioned along the ramp leading to the service station. These are permanent steel posts painted white the report added.

Stan had no family. He left everything to a Virginia Smalls. Jackie would see to it that her family received Stan’s benefits. Swede was not sure but her thought she might be the young woman killed last fall in a pedestrian accident.

Swede was perplexed and told Jackie he would look into it for her.

When he got home that night he told his wife Gertrude that he was going to bed and skip diner. He had-had something at work;
“Long day honey.”

It was after nine PM and Swede’s still awake...Jacqueline’s panties...he’s never done anything like that in his life.
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HOOKING them over her shoes, I had asked Jackie if she would keep her heels on...they looked so sexy on her feet.
She placed her hand on my head to balance herself I guess as I slipped those sexy panties first over one then the other foot...and on up her ankles...her calves. Taking my time slowly lifting them up her legs...Damn she is sexy...really sexy.
I stopped when I reached her hem burying my face into her thighs...I was not sure how she would take it but my god what a feeling.

“ If you don’t move them up higher I will be walking funny Swede”.

I looked into her eyes and saw a beautiful mature woman in complete control of her world. I was captivated by her.

I moved those silky panties up her thighs after Jackie had lifted her skirt higher. I saw her pussy and lost it, grabbing her behind I squeezed her to me hugging her hips and pulling her as tight as I could to my face...I inhaled and let out a very loud groan...I heard Jackie grunt a bit; apparently from my hugging her so hard, she would later tell me; but I was completely intoxicated by it all.
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I lay there thinking about this afternoon again and again until my wife finally brought an end to it when she came to bed.

I told her about the day, skipping over the part with Jackie. We talked most of the night about Stan and man's nature in general terms. A mature woman can see things most men seem to miss.
MY wife dropped a gem on me;
...“ it had been said Swede that - hell is other people – “.

After she was asleep I thought and thought about that and Stan.. It never occurred to me before but Stan had a many layered defence against human beings, much more so than mine. I am lucky to have my wife.

Both Virginia and Nicole tried in vain to at least keep him company inside Fort Stanley.

He’d told me about Rene and how he enjoyed that night.

I completely missed it. “DAMN”!

I rolled to my side and hugged Gertrude. ‘Thank God for her’, I said under my breath. [One can never give a woman to much of an edge. They will always take advantage.]
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