“Alright… Okey dokey… I will. I will…. Take care.” Betsy smiled as she hung up the phone.
“Who was that?” Janey asked her mom without even looking up from her laptop. She sounded bored to the core.
“It was Mrs. Archer from next door. She’s heading out of town for a few days to see her mother and asked me to water her plants because she just knows her husband won’t remember.” Janey’s heart jumped. Her eyes left the screen as she glanced at her mother, who was holding a glass of red wine and smiling sweetly at her daughter. “Are you almost done with that application to Princeton? Shall I play the next episode?” They were binge watching on Netflix while Janey frantically finished college applications.
“Sure mom. I just have to finish this essay, and then the only schools I have left are MIT and Stanford.” Janey looked back down at her laptop and tried to appear focused as she stifled a smile.
“Great!” Her mom whirled toward the TV and pressed play. She took another sip of wine and returned to the couch beside Janey.
Boooooommmm! The brontides rumbled long and loud above the constant sound of the pattering rain. Perfect. Janey looked over at her clock. 1:25AM. She was wide awake and her heart was pounding. She slipped out of bed and tip toed barefoot down the stone tile hallway of their high rise apartment. She listened closely as she approached the door of her mother’s room. Her mom was snoring loudly. Perfect. Still careful, Janey tip toed away from the door and toward the kitchen. The rain was pounding like bullets against the glass, and she could see massive sheets of water flying out over the ocean and crashing into the waves below. For a moment the sky erupted in light and she could see for miles. The cruise ships were illuminated like ghosts lost at sea. Then came a deafening crack which echoed as the lightning crashed directly in front of her. Janey lost her sense of purpose for a moment as she shivered and marveled at the storm’s fierce awesomeness. Then she blinked.
She swallowed hard and took several deep breaths. This was it. With one swift motion, she opened the sliding glass door to their balcony, hopped outside, and slid it closed. A secret agent would have been proud. She held up her hand to protect her face from the blinding rain, but after ten seconds she was already soaked. She would have to be quick. She ran over to the railing and held tight as she leaned out over the edge and peered next door. The door was open. Well, not open open. But cracked. Her heart was pounding. She gathered herself as she tried to stay calm. I’ve done this a thousand times, she told herself. I’m an expert. I’m an acrobat. She knew it was true. She knew she could do it without a problem. But this storm… Fuck it. She took hold of the railing and jumped over the edge. No gazelle had ever hopped so elegantly. No jungle cat had ever landed so lightly. Her feet stuck the stone landing like suction cups as she steadied herself with the railing. She gasped and flicked her head to the side to spin her long hair out of her eyes. Rain dashed against her face and she felt alive. Again the sky exploded with light, and she looked out over the ocean. If anyone was watching from below, they wouldn’t have believed the sight of this small elegant figure silhouetted 42 stories high above the bending palm trees of South Beach Miami. I must be mad, she thought. She knew this was also true, but she wouldn’t have it any other way. She quickly walked along the edge, steadying herself with the railing. Then she swallowed again, let go of the railing and hopped across the gap separating her family’s apartment from next door. Her heart skipped a beat as she grasped the railing and life, clasping both tightly. I’m such a fucking bad ass she thought as she made her way across the ledge and hopped over the railing, safe on the other side.
She quickly ran over to the door and stepped inside, closing it tightly behind her. She could see, but the apartment was dimly lit with only a single light from the kitchen. There were several towels and a brief case on the table. She quickly stripped and dried herself with the towels. It felt nice and fresh. She tossed her clothes into the drier and put on one of Mr. Archer’s shirts from the hamper. Then she returned to the kitchen, opened the brief case, and rifled through. Blah blah blah. Mostly work papers. Then she found a little pouch and looked inside. Several pills of various colors in plastic baggies and some diamond earrings. She smiled, putting on the earrings. She put the little pouch away and closed the briefcase. Then she stretched her arms high behind her and stretched as she let out a loud yawn. She turned away from the table and entered the living room.
There was an enormous bong sitting on the coffee table. She took several deep breaths and then exhaled as she picked up the bong and lit up. She swirled the lighter around the bowl, carefully getting all the green and filling the chamber with smoke. Then she removed the slider and inhaled the entire chamber all at once. She held her breath. Phewwwwwwww…………. She exhaled long and slow before erupting in a coughing fit. She ran to the kitchen and got some water, and after a few minutes she regained her breath. She stretched again, focusing on the growing sensation that she could use and feel all of her muscles with infinite perception and precision. She stretched and yawned again and left the kitchen. She walked down the hallway toward the bedroom. The door was open. Inside she could hear Mr. Archer snoring. She tip toed into the room and looked down at the sleeping man. She couldn’t help cracking a sly smile as she shook her head. You son of a bitch… she thought. She hopped up into the bed and readjusted Mr. Archer slightly as she nestled herself between his legs. She removed the shirt and tossed it to the floor just as the room flashed with light and her natural breasts were illuminated like tiny melons. Boom!!!!!!! The thunder roared again, deafening. Mr. Archer was yet to stir. He probably won’t even wake up she thought, as she made herself comfortable and started kissing.
At first she kissed it slowly, peck after peck after peck. She would kiss one ball, then work her way up the side of the shaft with tiny pecks, and then the tip, and the down the other side to the other ball. Then she would go back up and over again and again. It took about 2-3 trips of this and several minutes before Mr. Archer responded, moving his legs and yawning lazily as he stretched out his body. She took his entire dick into her mouth and it was quickly growing hard as she twirled her tongue around the head and sucked. Then she watched his face mischievously as she bit down hard on the man’s sausage. “Owwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!!!!!!!!!!!” his entire body jumped, sending them both about a foot out of bed before falling back with a bounce. He opened his eyes groggily and let out a chuckle as she held him in her mouth. Janey was grinning devilishly from ear to ear as she tenderly chewed on his dick and flashed him her hysterically innocent eyes. “You……. Bitch……” was as all he managed to say, but too surprised or sleepy to administer punishment. He simply wrapped his legs around her slender figure, pulling his neighbor in closer to her chosen meal. She giggled and returned to sucking more sweetly and gently as Mr. Archer closed his eyes, still shaking his head in disbelief.
Janey glanced over at the alarm clock. 5:45AM. It was becoming light outside and the storm was dying down as her feet touched the stone tile of the apartment. She looked back at Mr. Archer. He was sleeping like a baby. She reached for his flaccid dick and it responded instantly to her feathery touch. She ran her finger up and down its length until it grew hard again. It was saluting her. Mr. Archer stirred slightly. She leaned over and gave it one last kiss before letting go and turning toward the dresser. His wallet was sitting on top. She opened it, taking all the cash. It was a ton. She knew she wasn’t supposed to take all of it. But tonight she felt she had earned it. She closed his wallet and put it back on the dresser next to the photo of Mr. and Mrs. Archer. She gave Mrs. Archer a wink and blew her a kiss, then exited the bedroom. She retrieved her clothes from the dryer, got dressed, packed herself another bong hit, and helped herself to some orange juice and an English Muffin with butter and honey before exiting onto the balcony. And with no storm, she was back on her own balcony before you could say lickety-split. She stretched again and sat down at the patio table, looking out over the South Beach and the Atlantic Ocean as the sun approached its crest of the horizon. She fell asleep there watching the sunrise and before she knew it someone was shaking her. “Honey. Honey. Did you finish that last essay for Stanford? The one about telling a story from your life, describing an experience that either demonstrates your character or helped to shape it? I know you were having trouble of thinking of a specific experience, but the applications are due today. There simply is no more time to procrastinate. And you know it’s got to be a good essay because you know Stanford is really reaching with your test scores.” Janey stirred and looked up at her mom sleepily as she took the cup of coffee her mother was pushing toward her. “Honey?”
“Almost mom. I think thought of an experience at least.”
“That’s great honey.” And then after a moment, “Are those diamond earrings?”
“Oh these. Just some old fake ones I found from when I was a girl. I put them in last night while I was working on essays.”
“They look great on you dear. Maybe they’ll bring you luck in writing that last essay. Better get started.”
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The dean of Stanford admissions was looking out over Ford Plaza when he heard a knock at the door. He placed a small pipe into his desk and shut the drawer. “Come in.” he said. A nervous looking staff member entered and placed a piece of paper on the dean’s desk. “Is this it?” the dean asked.
“Yes sir.”
“It must really be something if you want me to read it.”
“It is sir.”
“Well thank you very much. I’ll take a look”
“You’re welcome sir.” The staff member left the room in a flash as the dean read the title, “Taking a leap.” He took the pipe out the drawer and took a toke as he began to go over the paper. After a few sentences, his eyebrows raised and he seemed to hesitate. Then he reread the words several times as his eyes moved across the page with over and over. His eyes moving faster as he read, his heart rate matching their quickening pace.
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“Oh Jannnnneyyyyyyyyy.” Mrs. Archer’s voice chimed melodically as she called out to her young neighbor in the hallway. Your mother asked me to bring up your mail and I think there’s something for you. She could hardly contain her excitement as she thrust the fat envelope into Janey’s arms. “From the University of Stanford!”
Janey’s heart lept as she tore open the envelope, retaining only the first page as she let most of the pamphlets fall to the floor. Her eyes darted to the page… “We would like to inform you that… blah blah blah blah… Accepted!!!!!!!!!! Aaaaahhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” They both shrieked and jumped with glee as Mrs. Archer embraced Janey in a congratulatory hug. Janey was ecstatic. “Oh sweetheart, I’m so proud of you. You’re growing up so fast. I remember when you were a just a little girl!” There were tears Mrs. Archer’s eyes.
“Thank you so much Mrs. Archer. But the truth is, I feel like I’m growing up pretty fast already.”
“That’s great sweetie! Oh by the way. I’m going out of town again to my mom’s tonight. Can you please ask your dear mother to water the plants again. I’m afraid Mr. Archer isn’t very good about it. Oh, you know how he is!”
Janey giggled. “You’re right Mrs. Archer. I do.”
“Well dear. I’ve got to run. Congratulations again! Tootle-oo!!!”
“Thanks!!! Bye bye Mrs Archer…” Janey giggled more and blew her neighbor a kiss as she smiled sweetly.
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