I’m a widower and have come alone.” She paused for a moment, somewhat startled by my response. “I’m sorry. Please…join me. I’m here alone ...oo. My husband is stuck in New York on last minute client business.” As I sat, she extended her hand, “I’m Megan Conroy.” I sat down and said, “Thank you. Delighted to meet you, Megan. I’m Jim Delaney. The luck of the Irish must be with me tonight.” “How so?” “I come alone and wind up sitting next to a beautiful Irish belle – the belle of the ball.” Megan. .......................................CHAPTER ONEA STORY BY TOR MELATICHAPTER ONEJayne leaned against the rail that ran the length of her veranda and surveyed the magnificent estate that stretched into the distance. She could see the lush green paddocks and stable areas to the east, and on the other side of the lake, to the south, the laboratory complex. It was tea time so most of the staff would be in the mess hall that was attached to the living quarters further over to the west. The main. He said OK and off he went. I was nervous and wanted to back out. I figured I cant use the flat tire excuse anymore. I just drove across the street and to the far corner next to a trailer. he was there already and he was off his bike. I backed in and he jumped in the car. he had his shorts off and wasn't wearing any underwear. He removed his shirt and slid off his shoes. he threw one leg over the back of the seat and began stroking his cock before I knew what was happening. His cock was simply. It had gotten violent. Here, Mike decided that he wanted to add me to his ‘harem.’ I objected and he tried force. I put him down. Eric took care of his buddy. That was the first confrontation. The campus police took them away.”Agnes looked emotional. “The next day, he returned somehow and was beating Melody in our room. Eric, some of our friends, and I heard the commotion down in the common room. We went up. When I opened the door, Mike charged me. He hurried me and I killed him. Eric took care.