Breakfast (Cereal) In Bed

By Harvey Marcus

Harvey Marcus gets an unexpected invitation to the funeral of one of his high school classmates, starting with a private jet ride to Nebraska. He meets the father-in-law, a cereal magnate, the widow and and the widow's sister. He is immediately sucked into intimate relationships with the women of the family, much to his surprise.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Harvey Marcus
• Release date: Jul 27, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370578238

Harvey Marcus

Harvey Marcus has a proclivity for ending up in sexual situations with family, friends and strangers. Although he enjoys the opportunities presented to him, he rarely goes after his female companions. Fortuitous situations just seem to happen. As he's learned, sex and humor are great partners. He never takes himself too seriously, and neither should you.

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BREAKFAST (CEREAL) IN BED

By Harvey Marcus

Copyright 2017 Harvey Marcus

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The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult, or reading sex stories upset you, or you are offended by subjects of a sexual nature - do not read any further!

This story is for entertainment only. It contains adult oriented material. This is a work of fiction. The acts and characters contained within are figments of my imagination and have no basis in fact. I do not practice, advocate, condone or encourage acts portrayed here. The characters in the story are entirely fictional. You need to believe that all of the characters are over the age of eighteen.

Preface

Breakfast, or thoughts of breakfast, must be a current preoccupation, because this is my second story having a cereal (as opposed to serial) theme [See Snap, Crackle, Pop]. Although because there are two, I guess they’re serial as well. Hopefully crisp, not soggy.

The other influence for this story is a series of get-togethers Mr. Marcus has with former school classmates, happening with increased frequency. Perhaps as he gets older, he looks back a bit more.

In this tale, Mr. Marcus examines the life of one of his former classmates. Oh yes, and the women with whom he was involved. A very close examination, indeed.

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Somehow, I got on an email distribution list containing members of my high school class. Maybe I'd given my email address to a former classmate and they'd done what they thought was a good deed and passed it along to one of those goody two shoes self- appointed class secretaries. About once a week, I'd get some drivel about a get-together at a local bar (for those still in the vicinity or willing to fly in for a beer), or scanned clippings from old issues of the school paper, or some brag about how a former classmate saved the world. I had very little interest in most of these folks. After all, if I had been interested, I'd have expended some effort to keep in touch. And I hadn't.

That fateful week, I got an email: one of my former high school classmates had died. Leonard Goat Humphries. His nickname Goat wasn't because he was the butt of our jokes. It was simply that Leonard was always horny, and I mean always. From the first time he got intimate with a female classmate - I can't remember who I heard it from, maybe Leonard himself - he was always with some girl from our class, or when we were juniors and seniors, perhaps a freshman or sophomore. Outside of school, he'd be seen with girls from other schools. If anyone at our high school was getting significant action, it was Goat.

I avoided him because, to be honest, he wasn't very interesting when he had a girl on his arm. Depressingly dull, to put a fine point on it. With a sullen expression, as if his house had been robbed and all his prize possessions stolen, or some other emotionally catastrophic event. Despite that aura, his current squeeze would be glued to his side. He was a different person when it was just him and the guys, or him and me. He was energetic and friendly, someone you could have a good time with. I never did figure out why he was like two different people. Maybe it was hormones.

In our senior year, Goat stopped playing the field and went steady with our classmate Gloria. She was smart, and kind of pretty in a plain way. She must have seen something deeper in Leonard and roped him in before he knew what was happening. A couple of years later, I'd heard in