THANKS FOR YOUR TIME (an email)

A young man learns what's most important in life from the guy next door.

It had been some time since Jack had seen the old man. College, girls, career, and life itself got in the way. In fact, Jack moved clear across the country in pursuit of his dreams. There, in the rush of his busy life, Jack had little time to think about the past and often no time to spend with his wife and son. He was working on his future, and nothing could stop him.

Over the phone, his mother told him, "Mr. Belser died last night. The funeral is Wednesday." Memories flashed through his mind like an old newsreel as he sat quietly remembering his childhood days.

"Jack, did you hear me?"

"Oh, sorry, Mom.. Yes, I heard you. It's been so long since I thought of him. I'm sorry, but I honestly thought he died years ago," Jack said. "Well, he didn't forget you. Every time I saw him he'd ask how you were doing. He'd reminisce about the many days you spent over 'his side of the fence' as he put it," Mom told him.

"I loved that old house he lived in," Jack said..

"You know, Jack, after your father died, Mr. Belser stepped in to make sure you had a man's influence in your life," she said. "He's the one who taught me carpentry," he said. "I wouldn't be in this business if it weren't for him. He spent a lot of time teaching me things he thought were important...Mom, I'll be there for the funeral," Jack said. As busy as he was, he kept his word. Jack caught the next flight to his hometown. Mr. Belser's funeral was small and uneventful. He had no children of his own, and most of his relatives had passed away..The night before he had to return home, Jack and his Mom stopped by to see the old house next door one more time.

Standing in the doorway, Jack paused for a moment. It was like crossing over into another dimension, a leap through space and time The house was exactly as he remembered. Every step held memories. Every picture, every piece of furniture...Jack stopped suddenly.

"What's wrong, Jack?" his Mom asked. "The box is gone," he said. "What box?" Mom asked. "There was a small gold box that he kept locked on top of his desk. I must have asked him a thousand times what was inside. All he'd ever tell me was 'the thing I value most,'" Jack said. It was gone.. Everything about the house was exactly how Jack remembered it, except for the box. He figured someone from the Belser family had taken it. "Now I'll never know what was so valuable to him," Jack said. "I better get some sleep. I have an early flight home, Mom."

It had been about two weeks since Mr. Belser died. Returning home from work one day, Jack discovered a note in his mailbox. "Signature required on a package. No one at home. Please stop by the main post office within the next three days," the note read. Early the next day Jack retrieved the package. The small box was old and looked like it had been mailed a hundred years ago.. The handwriting was difficult to read, but the return address caught his attention. "Mr. Harold Belser" it read. Jack took the box out to his car and ripped open the package. There inside was the gold box and an envelope. Jack's hands shook as he read the note inside.

"Upon my death, please forward this box and its contents to Jack Bennett. It's the thing I valued most in my life." A small key was taped to the letter. His heart racing, as tears filling his eyes, Jack carefully unlocked the box. There inside he found a beautiful gold pocket watch.

Running his fingers slowly over the finely etched casing, he unlatched the cover. Inside he found these words engraved:

"Jack, Thanks for your time! -Harold Belser." "The thing he valued most was...my time" Jack held the watch for a few minutes, then called his office and cleared his appointments for the next two days. "Why?" Janet, his assistant asked..."I need some time to spend with my son," he said.

"Oh, by the way, Janet, thanks for your time!"

"Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take but by the moments that take our breath away," Think about this. You may not realize it, but it's 100% true.

1. At least 2 people in this world love you so much they would die for you.
2. At least 15 people in this world love you in someway.
3. A smile from you can bring happiness to anyone, even if they don't like you.
4. Every night, someone thinks about you before they go to sleep.
5. You mean the world to someone.
6. If not for you, someone may not be living.
7. You are special and unique.
8. When you make the biggest mistake ever, something good can still come from it.
9. When you think the world has turned its back on you, take a look: you most likely turned your back on the world.
10. Someone that you don't even know exists loves you.
11. Always remember the compliments you received. Forget about the rude remarks.
12. Always tell someone how you feel about them; you will feel much better when they know and you will both be happy.
13. If you have a great friend, take the time to let them know that they are great.

Send this letter to all the people you care about, if you do so, you will certainly brighten someone's day and might change their perspective on life...for the better.

To everyone I send this to..."Thanks for your time"!!

I can do all things through Christ Which strengthen me.
Phil. 4:13

The Haunting of Kappa Sigma Chi Pt.1

*This is a fictional story of a fictional fraternity with fictional characters so don’t try to be an investigator to see if its true or based on true events… Because its NOT!*

Preface

Friday October 29, 2010

“This is the third murder tonight! Athens has never had this happen before. At least since I’ve been a detective. It hits so close to home. I went to UGA with all of the victim’s parents’. They were all close. Some way, shape, or form, these murders are all connected. I won’t stop until I have the sicko responsible for this behind bars or dead,” Detective Broody Stonestreet says to the chief of police at the most recent crime scene.

30 Years Ago

Friday October 17, 1980

Lee-Ann falls on top of Randall then rolls off to lay beside him. Both of their bodies shining from their sweat, “That was better than the first two times tonight Randy.” He doesn’t say anything just rolls over on his side away from her. “Randy, how come we never go out? You only call me for sex after the Dawgs won a game and you’re done celebrating with your friends or on Friday when you don’t have anything to do.” Randy rolls his eyes but keeps quiet. “Do you like me Randy? Are you just with me for sex? Why don’t I get invited to any of the parties at your frat house? Randy why don’t…”
Randy yells, “DAMNIT LEE-ANN! OK, shit. You can come to the next party we have. Which will be on Halloween. Make sure you bring alcohol and wear something sexy so I can show you off.”
Lee-Ann smiles, “OK Randy I’ll be there. I can’t wait!!”
Randy rolls his eyes, “OK Lee-Ann shut up so I can get some shut eye would ya.” Lee-Ann lays there smiling from ear to ear thinking about finally being somewhere outside the bedroom with Randy.


Lee-Ann Chitwood was a freshman at University of Georgia that year. She was the eldest of nine children; five girls, four boys. They were from a small town in the backwoods of Georgia called Calmville. Calmville had around 700 people residing there. They had one elementary, middle and high school. They also had one traffic light. Everyone knew each other, so they were excited to hear that Lee-Ann was going to UGA. Most people who were born and raised there never been outside of it so they considered Athens to be one of the biggest cities in Georgia. Lee-Ann had long straight blonde hair with a plain face. What she lacked in the facial department, her body made up for. She was 5’8” 160 pounds. She was a 36D cup, 24 inch waist and 38 inch wide hips. In Calmville she wore plain outfits, just jeans and a t-shirt. When she got to UGA her rich roommate gave her a makeover. She bought Lee-Ann miniskirts, dresses, blouses, tank and tube tops, heels, short shorts. For the first time she wore her hair in curls and lipstick in her lips, blush on her cheeks, eye shadow on her eyes. Now when guys saw her nice body, they saw a nice face to go along with it. Lee-Ann also picked up something else she never tried. Alcohol. That’s how she met Randy. she was drunk at a bar and met him. He invited her back to his place where he took her virginity and they’ve been sex buddies (in his eyes) ever since.


Randall Bruckheimer was 6 foot 7, 250 pounds built solid no fat anywhere. Everyone thought he played football. He was more interested in studying law than playing football. His father was a big lawyer in Athens, and he wanted to follow in his footsteps. Randall was a sophomore and a member of Kappa Sigma Chi Fraternity along with his two best friends; Peter Metcalf and Carl Hillstrands. Randall was the youngest of 4 and the only boy. Peter and Carl were just like his brothers. All of them stayed in the same sub-division, went to the same schools, and now college and frat.


Peter Metcalf had a twin sister and a brother 8 years younger than them. He was the shorter of the 3 friends. He was 5’9” 170 pounds, but his sister was 5’11” ½ looking like a model. Even though he was the shortest of the three, he got the most girls. He had the whitest, cutest smile with a baby face. His dad was some kind of “agent” and was never home. He spent most his time at Randy’s house. Mostly because of Randy’s sisters. He crushed on every single one of then but they only thought of him as a little brother. While spending time around Randy’s father and found himself, like Randy, loving law and wanted to become a lawyer.


Carl Hillstrands was the only child. So far. His mother died in a car accident when he was 10. Last year his father, who is a surgeon, married a woman who was 20 years younger than him and 10 years older than Carl. She didn’t have any kids and kept trying to have one. Unlike Randy and Peter, Carl didn’t want to follow in his father’s footsteps. He followed his mother’s, education. He was a looker like his friends. Standing at 6 foot 4 220 pounds, he had the sexiest pair of grey bedroom eyes and his jet black hair made it stand out even more.
Randall, Peter and Carl were excited about this party. This was the official first party that their frat had since school started back. All three of them were going as pimps. They didn’t have girlfriends so they invited plenty of girls. This party was going to be the pledges first party they attended at the frat house. The following Monday they would find out if their hard work paid off and if they would become apart of their brotherhood. No pledge wanted this more than Richard Abrams.


Richard Abrams was 19 years old. He was 6 foot 5 weighing 200 pounds even. He had bright hazel eyes with hints of gray dimples on both cheeks so deep it was like someone pushed their thumbs on the side of them. He had a short haircut and rich olive skin. The girls loved his looks but he was below them, trying to become a brother of this frat. Until he was initiated, most avoided him. Richard’s family was from Atlanta. Both his parents were doctors. His older brother and sister were lawyers. His younger brother and sister were still on school, they haven’t decided what they wanted to be. Richard wanted to become a doctor like his parents.


“Ay Ran, who was that chick I saw leaving your apartment this morning?” asked Peter.


“Man that’s my sex toy. You wanna borrow her?” Randy bragged, “She does anything I tell her. Matter of fact I bet we all can get some from her Friday at the party.”


Carl piped in, “Oh really? I gotta get a look at this one.”


They continued talking as Randy called Richard, “My man Richie! I need you to go pick up my, Peter, and Carl’s outfit. I told you Wednesday. Last time I checked, that’s today. Have them at my place.” he hung up without waiting for a reply. “I don’t think Richie is gonna make it all the way.”


“Why not?” asked Carl, “He does EVERYTHING and then more, he memorized EVERYTHING about our brotherhood faster than anyone has. I think he’s cool.”


“He’s boring,” Randy laughed.


Meanwhile, Lee-Ann was dancing in her mirror in her costume. She knew Randy would love it.


Richard got to Carl’s apartment in 30minutes to give them their costumes. He had to stay there to wait until they tried them on so he could take them to his place to iron them. Each of the best friends has a hat with a feather on the side, a jacket un-buttoned at the chest with no shirt, pants to match and the fake gator shoes. He sat there pissed off because the idea was his and Randy stole it and told him he had to dress as a butler. He was ready to be initiated he hated Randy everyone else was cool but him. The three friends make sure their costumes fit and hands them to Richard.


“OK Richie, go on and get them ready for Friday. We’re done with you,” Randy dismisses him. Richard says nothing and leaves.


Tyler Saulsberry and Brody Stonestreet stayed next door to Carl. They heard loud mouth Randy. They didn’t like him because of his mouth. “I wouldn’t pledge that frat just because of that asshole,” Tyler told Brody. They were first cousins. Their moms were sisters they each had 2 younger sisters and 1 older brother. They looked like twins, birthdays a week apart. They were both 6 foot 3 inches, 180 pounds full lips, narrow nose. Only difference is Tyler had jet black hair and gray eyes; Brody had light brown hair and green eyes. Tyler didn’t have a major he was just going to school and would decide later. Brody on the other hand, strived to become a detective but had to work his way up to that. They were going to the party even though they didn’t care for Randy. Tyler was going as Clark Kent and Brody as Superman.

Happy Birthday!!!

Into the candle lit room I walk. All that's there is music flowing from the
speakers and a table with a sheet laying across it. On top of it is a note.
"Take off your clothes & lay under the sheet" I did just that while listening to
the music. I feel a kiss on my neck & hears a deep voice say "Glad you could
make it, now just relax." I feel the sheet come down to rest atop my butt and
warm oil being poured across my shoulders & the top of my back. I feel his
strong hands working away the stress & worries of the week, no, the month. I
close my eyes & smile as I'm in my own paradise. I feel kisses from the middle
of my back to my waist followed by more warm oil. I relax even more because it
feels so good. His hands work up & down my sides, my entire back. My sides to my
chest. To under my breasts massaging them with nipples between his fingers. A
moan escapes my mouth & his hands disappears. I feel warm kisses & tongue from
my ankle, up my calf, to my thigh, to my thigh, down my calf, to my ankle, all
the while I'm melting inside & my juices are flowing. He massages each foot,
each calf, each thigh. While I get wet, wetter, & wetter. He removes the sheet
plants kisses & nibbles on my booty while I'm squirming. The oil & his hands
massaging creates the best sensation. He moves between my legs using the oil
from his hands & my wetness & massages my lips to my clit back to my lips. My
right leg stiffens with a little shakes to it. His left hand massaging my
cheeks, his right, my clit while I cum without even being entered. He leans down
to my ear & says "Happy Birthday. Ready for Round 2?

Why We Started Writing (collab w/ some1 by the name of rickskillz)

ME: Picked up a pencil to share my thoughts in 2nd grade, Poem from a poet & a
picture I made. It hung above my bed in my grandparents home, I thought hmm that
seems easy just write straight from the dome. I wrote roses are red & how
violets are blue, I thought that's how all poems were I didn't have a clue. By
5th grade we had to write a short story, about anything we wanted, I cant
remember but it received so much glory. That next year I wrote a story 60 pages
long, yea it was corny fictional & in every way wrong, But my mom didn't knock
it & that made me feel strong. By 7th I was all into music & rhymes, writing
lyrics day after day no time for TV rapping was on my mind. I would take songs
and flip em so they became mine, knew that was gonna be my calling the best
female MC of all time. That was before advance literature in the 8th, I learned
about so many different kinds of poems & word play. It started out as an
assignment but people saw my talent, school work, rapping , poetry, I thought I
could balance. Summer came along & I wrote of happy days, Never had a broken
heart then so my sunshine never went a way. Beginning of high school I dropped
my pencil & picked up a pen, very soon I dropped that Beginning of high school I dropped
my pencil & picked up a pen, very soon I dropped that to thought that phase had
come to an end. Til 1 day I decided in the library to look up poetry, naw it
wasn't for a friend or to get a guy to notice me. I learned that all poems don't
have to rhyme, so I'm just gonna speak from my heart as you read these lines. I
wrote a few & stopped focusing. Had my 1st heartbreak didn't wanna tell any1 but
I told my diary....in the form of a poem. I stopped. Another relationship ended
back to the writing. I stopped. Picked up Tupac's book of poems and that
inspired me to keep going. From birthdays to anniversaries, happy times &
hardships, special occasions to sexual thoughts & stories once again. Its like a
calling from God, I always stopped but something was pushing me & I couldn't
give up.

rickskillz:I was sitting in the funeral home my grandfather had died I only new him

from birth he died when I was four I was crushed my parents made sure I

spent a lot of time with him during his last days he had fought in Vietnam

and world war 2 his legs got taken when he stepped on a land mine.

That started my journey with the pen and the pencil there wasn't a note

book I wasn't writing in I loves poetry I was only 4 I started reading

Shakespeare and Poe I even read some work by Dubose,although the Bible is

what I read the most.

God gave me this talent I began writing through pain the death of my grand

father weighed on my mind my mom said I was deep after reading my first

poem titled "why it hurts" this was age 4. I was growing mentally I just

could not stop writing see for me it was exciting how my mind would work I

was to creative for my age when I was 20 I already had over 40 books worth

of work I should've gotten published but I didn't look at writing as a

meal ticket it was like breathing to me. More focused now then I have ever

been in my life even

though I write from rage and hate more than I write from joy and love I had

to keep writing.

Past, Present, & Future Loves

PAST

Fun puppy love
No arguments where push came to shove
Then I got older & found real love
The kind when you're IN love
The kind when there's always a smile on your face
Everyday with them no one can take their place
Then it happened & I got hurt
I mean the pain that makes me feel lower than dirt
Makes me wanna be alone & in the darkness I lurk
Someone looks at me the wrong way them I wanna murk
Then in time my heart mended
Only to give it away again & the happiness ended



FUTURE

Fun times no tears
Brave & bold no fears
Gonna grow old with the one I been with for years
Married & happy with kids
He's mine & I am his
Tingle from the top of my head to my feet with a kiss
When we're not together his touch I will miss
We never put each other down with low blows or a dis
When I'm down he knows how to give me a fix
Arguments but we don't go to bed mad
Lifts me up emotionally when I'm sad
I love the way he treats me so its no reason to nag
He's enough for me & with that I am happy, joyful, & glad


PRESENT

I cant wait to tell y'all this
But my present, well its none of your damn business

S.E.D.U.C.T.I.O.N.

S ~ Starts with a sexy style or sexy smile


E ~ Erection stirs up but 1st the blood starts heating up like a summer day


D ~ Doses of love are served up in kisses Hands gripping on a stiff member ready for it to enter the love cave


U ~ Unique touches from the hands on the spine, lips, breasts, chest, waist, ass, hips, thighs.


C ~ Clit jumping hardening, juices start flowing from between the plump lips & I don't mean the 1s on the face


T ~ Tender fingers trace the outline of the lips slipping between the inner lips dipping in to the sweet nectar


I ~ Igniting the fire in the pit of the stomach that's waiting to be lit. It stirs up and a moan escapes the upper lips

O ~ One finger pulls while inside saying "Come here" G-Spot being stroked almost at the brink of cumming


N ~ Nerves tingling, 1 orgasm down. Dick's ready to dive in. Kitty's drippin'. Now its showtime followed by the knock out session

Love Songs

The songs are in ** just wanted to try something different. Hope y'all enjoy



I was sitting at my desk in my office when my telephone rang. It was my baby calling saying he got off of work early and he said, "*There's A Meeting In My Bedroom*" and he didn't want me late he told me he wanted to take it *Nice & Slow* he wanted to get his *Grub On* he told me "I want you to stay on the *Tip Of My Tongue*." I smiled and started talking freaky to him. He said "You're my *Lil Freak* you're trynna have *Phone Sex* but I want you to save that for tonight." So I thought to myself that *Tonight's The Night* that I'm gonna *Put It Down*. I go through the rest of my day with a big smile on my face I'm ready and I'm not ashamed to admit that *I'm Sprung* and his loving *Really Got A Hold On Me*. I'm rushing home so I can change into something sexy so I can get my *Seduction* on. I shave then take a bath rub oil all over my wet body after I'm done. Get dressed in a red lace teddy, red Loubiton heels and a short red leather trench coat. I know people will think I'm crazy with this on since its so hot out. But I don't care I'm ready for the *Unthinkable* to go down tonight with me and my boo. I get to his place, walk in. Its candles lit everywhere and *Sex Therapy* is coming softly from the speakers. He comes up behind me running his hands over my body and whispers in my ear, "*Please Excuse My Hands* but I took the rest of the day off and I had to *Take A Night Off* from my second job to give you some *Jupiter Love*." He pulls off my trench and takes in my teddy and licks his lips as he lifts it up his hands travels to my middle and finds I have no panties on. He says, Baby do you mind if I *Go Low* for a while?" I shake my head, "No I don't mind." He gets on his knees, puts one of my legs over his shoulders while I'm leaning against the wall. "I've been *Feenin'* for your *Juicy* kitty all day." He sticks his middle finger in and out and licks my juices off. "Mmm it *Seems Like You're Ready* I want you to be *Forever Mine*." He spreads my lips and goes to work. Licking and sucking, sucking and licking. Right before I cum he stops and stands with the *Sticky Face* while I'm standing there mad. "Mm babe you *Taste Like Candy* but we gotta go to my *Sex Room* cause tonight Ima *Beat It Up*." We walk into the room and *Can You Handle It* is playing. He takes off my teddy and his shorts and wife beata. Kisses me on my lips, neck, and chest while laying me on the bed. He says, "Are you ready for some *#1 Sex*?" I spread my legs and bite and suck on his bottom lip and smile. He pushes my knees up and enters my slowly, biting down on his lip,"Mm girl your love is my *Addiction*." He starts off slow but I thrust my hips forward to get him to pick up the pace. He speeds up and the whole bed is rocking. I say, "Damn baby I just got my hair done yesterday, you trynna make me *Sweat It Out*?" He pushed my legs up in the air almost behind my head, "We may go at it *All Night Long* I'll pay to get it fixed." He goes *Deep* I can feel him in my stomach but I wanna take control, I tell him, "Baby we *Trading Places*." He slows down holds on to me & flips over so I'm on top. I position myself to give him the best *Ride* ever. I grind slow with one hand on his chest the other on the bed. I move up and down bouncing harder and harder. He sits up and holds me tight while I'm going hard he's sucking my nipples. Left to right then right to left. Its *Ecstacy* with me nails in his back. He says, "Dayum girl you *Scratchin' Me Up*." I push him back and turns around with my back facing him without him slippin out. I'm riding with all my might as I reach down rubbing my clit. He sayd, "Ooo girl *Don't Stop Til You Get Enough*." I rise up to the tip and uses my muscles to squeeze the head he shouts my name I smile and say, "Shhh baby, before the *Neighbors Know My Name*." I start to *Put A Lil Umph In It* and I tell him, "*Bet I Bust* before you do." Before I can make a move I'm face down on the bed he's grabbing my hips to put my ass up and plunges back into my wetness. He's going at it I tell ya the way he's *Knockin' Boots* got me *Grippin' On The Bed*. He reaches around and massages my clit with one hand and the other going between my breasts. His loving so good I just gotta *Look Back At It* I tell him, "Boy, I think YOU, not Trey Songz, *Invented Sex*." He stops and I look agitated, he pulls me over to the dresser and bends me over and spreads my legs as far as he could. "This the best position for me to *Blow Ya Back Out*." He goes in harder and faster than before I can feel it in my chest and my breats flying back and forth. "Ahhh shit *Freak Me* baby I'm bout to cum!" He tells me he is too. We both explode at the same time. He got me *Weak* and I can barely stand. He picks me up and we sliide *Between The Sheets* I telll him, "Wow baby, you were really *At Your Best* tonight." *Love You Gently* is now playing. Its funny cause gently was the last thing on our mind. I feel where I'm laying and he sees me and says, "Baby, *Your Side Of The Bed* is wet. You can sleep on my side with me. Just *Lay Your Head On My Pillow* my chest or shoulder. Your choice." I slide over and lay beside him as he whispers in my ear. I wanna make you feel good on *Two Occasions* that's day and night." I smile and say, I love it, you were like a *Porn Star*." He says, "If you loved tonight, wait til you get your *Birthday Sex*." With that, I was out like a light. Cause his love was like a *TKO*