The Masters Project - Book Four (Hiram and Mildred)

By Robert Lubrican

When Bob realized that Hiram and Mildred thought his project was about marriage counseling, he tried to back out gracefully. But their little family was SO bizarre and SO interesting in terms of how completely dysfunctional it was, curiosity got the better of him.

So he helped them discover what every other young married couple already knew - sex can be a heck of a lot of fun!

And that was fine for Hiram and Mildred, but then there was Gertie, Mildred's younger sister, who was also stuck in the house with the bizarre rules. Who was going to help Gertie find out what a normal sex life was like in modern America?

Well Bob was, of course.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Robert Lubrican
• Release date: Nov 6, 2011
• ISBN: 9781466153288

Robert Lubrican

I grew up in the fifties and sixties, and that is reflected in my books quite often. I spent twenty years in law enforcement, and traveled the world, which also can be seen in my books and stories. While the genre I write in is technically called erotic romance, what I actually write are stories with a plot, which include sexual behavior on the part of the characters. That is because most people's lives include sex and erotic gratification. And, since most people wonder about lifestyles that are sometimes called taboo, or forbidden, I write about them, occasionally too. I believe that two consenting adults know more about their own happiness than anyone else, and that even if they are mistaken, they have the right to make their own choices. I also believe that love is the key to making choices that will not turn out to be mistakes.Many of my ideas involve coming of age, which usually takes place in the early to mid teens. Publishing standards, however, require that all characters in the published version of the book be over 18. That's not realistic, but it's just the way things are. If you purchase one of my books and would like to have the original version, unedited for age, send a copy of your receipt to [e-mail] and I'll happily provide you with a copy of the original at no additional cost. It is not illegal to write or possess such versions. It's just unpopular with certain special interest groups who desire to restrict your freedom.

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The Masters Project

Book Four (Hiram and Mildred)

by Robert Lubrican

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Copyright 2010 Robert Lubrican

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Foreword

This is the fourth in a series of narratives concerning a research project done by the author for his Master's Program. If you read the first three books, then you need read no further in this foreword. You already understand what's going on. Well, you can skip to the third paragraph of this foreword, anyway. That might help you be patient with what is a strange story.

If you haven't read the first three installments, then it would probably make a lot more sense to do that before you read this one. This narrative does stand alone, but at the same time it makes reference to things that happened in past interviews, not to mention the purpose of the project.

This family was wildly different from other families I interviewed too, so wildly different that it took a long time for anything to happen. For that reason, be forewarned that you'll learn a lot about the folks involved, before you get titillated. It's worth the wait, in my humble opinion, but I'm biased. You'll see why if you read the whole thing.

Again, please be aware that any unbelievable characters in this book are probably the result of of the conditions Amazon places on publishing. You are free to adjust the ages of characters in your imagination, should you desire to do so.

Bob

Chapter One

Mildred and Hiram responded to my newspaper ad for the project. Instead of providing the preliminary kind of information I asked for, they simply wrote We wish to participate in the marriage seminar. It was odd phrasing, but I'd met some odd people during the project.

I called to set up the initial appointment.

Randall residence, this is Mrs. Randall speaking.

Now I don't normally put last names of the study participants in a narrative, but I needed to this time, simply because the way she answered the phone told me something about her. I have, of course, changed the name to preserve confidentiality.

I knew immediately that I was speaking with an old fashioned woman. These days, the average greeting one hears on the phone is Hello? A less frequent, but still normal greeting is simply Yeah? or Yes? Occasionally there will be a gruff voice asking Whadda ya want?, but for most of us this simply signals a wrong number. But the old-time formal phone answering routine, where the name of the family is identified, and the person speaking identifies him or herself, is fairly rare, at least when a call is taken on a home phone.

Not that being old fashioned meant anything in particular to me concerning their participation in the study. Marriage is becoming old fashioned itself these days. I just assumed that an old fashioned girl would be married to an old fashioned guy, and that, being old fashioned, their marriage might be stronger than many others.

Never make assumptions. You never know how things will turn out.

I made the appointment and found out they had been married for twelve years. Other than that I was flying blind. Mrs. Randall wasn't the type to chat on the phone.

When I arrived at the house, I actually stopped and stared at it for a few minutes.

There was a picket fence. It was white. Inside of and along that fence were carefully tended flower gardens containing Geraniums, Iris, Pansies, and four or five other flowering plants I didn't know the names of. The grass looked like a putting green. There were bushes and fruit trees scattered about. It was a traditional cape cod house, white, with dark blue shutters on each and every window. It had a wide, covered porch, with a porch swing on it. An elm in the front yard had a tire swing hanging from it. That swing looked wrong somehow, and I studied it. I finally realized that the grass under it was undamaged - no bare spot where little feet had torn and killed the grass as those feet skidded on it.

It looked like something out of a storybook, or a picture post card. That, in itself, might not have been so odd, but it was sandwiched between two cookie cutter houses in a fairly new subdivision of cookie cutter houses, none of which had fences, or even trees, for that matter. It had the appearance of a farm house that had been picked up by Dorothy's tornado in The Wizard of Oz, and plopped down on top of the wicked witch of the suburbs.

I went up to the porch. There was a welcome mat. There were also decorations beside the door, above the bell, made of wheat straws woven into beautiful geometric shapes. I rang the bell. A high pitched tinny bell, just like you'd find in an old farm house, rang until I removed my finger.

A woman way too young to be named Mildred came to the door. She had on an apron and was wiping her hands with a towel. Her hairdo looked like the house ...