The Masters Project - Book Seven (Randy and Kathy)

By Robert Lubrican

Bob met Randy and Kathy by accident - literally. As happens sometimes, that led to a relationship that got closer. and closer. and closer, until it was absolutely incredible how close they got. The project had made an amazing difference in Bob's life, but he wasn't prepared for this.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Robert Lubrican
• Release date: Nov 12, 2011
• ISBN: 9781466057517

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 Master’s Project

Book Seven (Randy and Kathy)

by Robert Lubrican

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Copyright 2010 Robert Lubrican

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Foreword

This is the seventh episode, if you will, in a series of books that resulted from my research project into if and why people who were long time married seem to resemble each other.  It would be most helpful to the reader to have read the previous six books before starting this one.  There are references to the people and situations in those six previous books.   the interviews that happened in my project.

Bob

Chapter One

Someone once said that, if you sit a chimpanzee at a computer keyboard, eventually he'd write War And Peace, or one of those big long novels. What that really means is that, given enough time, random events will result an outcome that, otherwise, could not be predicted.  Your reaction to that might be (with a sneer,) Well duh. Random events resulting in unpredicted outcomes? What an amazing insight.  But another way of looking at that concept is that a particular outcome can be expected ... given enough time.

Somebody else said that truth is stranger than fiction. I'll let you be the judge of that, after you read this narrative.

It was a crisp autumn afternoon when I wrapped up the interviews with one of the last couples in my study. I stopped off at Wal-Mart to get a box of Little Debbie cupcakes, something I had a particular weakness for. I don't know if it was because they tasted good, or because of the company slogan: Little Debbie Has A Treat For You. I saw that on the side of a truck once upon a time, along with a picture of Little Debbie, whose panties were showing. I confess I had evil thoughts about the treat Little Debbie might have for me.

Anyway, when I got out of the car to go inside, I grabbed my clipboard for some reason. It was probably habit, but I realized I was carrying it about halfway to the store and turned around to take it back to the car. My shoelace was untied and I stepped on it, tripping, so I bent over to tie it up. As I stood up, I saw motion out of the corner of my eye and looked to see the very startled face of a young woman staring through the windshield of her pickup truck, which was coming out of a parking slot frontways as it struck me. I remember turning at the last second, so that it hit my butt, instead of my hip, and then the world spun.

You know how they say you can see stars when you get a good whack on the head? They aren't lying, folks.

Things got fuzzy for a few seconds. I remember a falling sensation and some very hard pavement. Then there was a pair of women above my face, screaming for help and, just as I realized the two women were actually only one woman, things just faded to black.

I woke up in the hospital. It was very comfortable and I didn't want to open my eyes. But the beeping of machines and the low jumble of voices told me where I was. The smell too. I blinked my eyes open and turned my head, which was the wrong thing to do, because lightning suddenly struck and forced this odd sound out of my mouth.

He's awake, came a calm female voice that I knew wasn't all that loud, but still sent more pains shooting through my head. I felt like I had the mother of all hangovers.

Then there was somebody shining lights in my eyes and holding them open. My arms were under blankets and I couldn't move them, so I told whoever it was in no uncertain terms that I was not happy with the situation. I'm told it came out something along the lines of: Mfph sumbah lily phoombah grahb!

Yes, said the doctor, as if he understood every word. "You have a slight concussion. There's no real damage, though. We're going to keep you here overnight, just to keep an eye on you, but