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Freshman Year – Part 19, Tom Visits LI

May 30, 2007 Posted by suefairview

Tom took the train to come visit me on Long Island. Mom and I drove in to Pennsylvania Station to pick him up and I spotted him right away. I ran up to greet him and then introduced him to mom, who had never met him. He was kind of disheveled from the long train ride, and I could relate since it took about as long as my bus ride did. So we took him home with us and let him have a shower before dinner.

The big difference between staying at his parents’ house and my mom’s house is that we were both staying in my room. It was just really cool to go up there and see his stuff with mine. Mom’s room is on the first floor way on the other side of the house, and my room is on the second floor on the opposite side. So there was lots of privacy for us. We also had our own little bathroom on the second floor.

So in the house were myself, Tom, and mom. Dad was living with his second wife in Massapequa, Evie was off selling Bible books with her boyfriend, and Verne was up at Cornell working at the green houses. Mom was just all over Tom. She was so taken by his looks and physique. It was so embarrassing. She batted her eyelashes flirtatiously at him, and squeezed his muscles and said things like, “Gee Susie, I’m not sure you even know what to do with a man like Tom.” I was mortified. I gave him credit; he smiled and tried not to look too uncomfortable.

Mom cooked a fabulous late dinner, as usual, which we ate with gusto. Bed time came soon after that, and mom went off first. Tom and I retired soon after.

We went up to my room and undressed. My old bed was only a twin size, very soft and had kind of squeaky frame. So we decided to make love on the carpeted floor. It was pretty warm up on the second floor. Actually it was darn hot as well as muggy. Long Island is known for its humidity. We didn’t really realize just how hot and muggy until we got to moving around a lot.

Tom was on top of me doing his usual job of fucking me good, supporting himself on his hands and moving his hips up and down, when his sweat started to drip on me. First it came off his nose and onto my face, then it ran down his body and into his pubes and then onto my exposed areas around where his penis was going in and out of me. That is where it stung. Where there was friction was where it stung. I was also sweating as evidenced by pools between my breasts and on the hollow just below my sternum. The sex was still pleasant enough to continue, but it made me more aware of how much work it was for him, having his sweat drip on me in the overly hot room.

Afterwards, we took some wet washcloths and wiped ourselves off real well because a shower would have woken up mom. Boy those cool clothes felt pretty refreshing.

The next day, mom dropped us off at the train station in Jamaica, Queens so that we could spend a day in New York City visiting the Cloisters. We took the F train into NYC and transferred to the A train and rode up to the Cloisters. The Cloisters is dedicated to the art of medieval Europe between 1200 and 1500 AD and really is a must see for anyone visiting the New York area. Vintage buildings were collected from places like Spain and Italy and reassembled to create the museum so it is as if one is transported to Europe and back in time when one visits there. That and the relatively building free vistas of the Hudson River and Palisades and landscaped park like settings add to the experience.

The collection is astounding and includes tapestries, stained glass, illuminated manuscripts, and works in precious metals such as gold. Here are some examples of what Tom and I saw:

There really is much more there, and you can visit their wonderful website to see what else they have and the descriptions of what we saw.

We had a glorious time there and then had to make our way back to Long Island in the late afternoon. So, we walked back to the A train. As the train passed through Harlem, three Latina ladies got on our car. Tom inspected them way too closely for a native New Yorker. Then he turned to me, pointed at them and said as if he was announcing it to the whole train car, “Sue, look at the whores!”

They gave us an angry look that said they were going to cut us but good if we didn’t move along quickly. So, I grabbed Tom’s shirt and pulled him with me into the next train car. He stuttered, “What? What did I do?”

We just kept moving forward in the train until I was sure they were not following us. God, he was such a rube.

A Puppy for Mommy – Part 6, The Puppies Grow Up

May 29, 2007 Posted by suefairview


The breeders have sent us new photos showing that the pups are growing up! Above you can see that they are now eating! Yes, they have begun being weaned from their exhausted mom. Though sometimes they end up wearing their food.


The pups are beginning to interact with humans. That is important, because that is why they cannot be assessed by the Volhard test earlier. Also, their eyes are open all of the time now. In the two photos below, the pups are with the breeders.

The puppies are far more active now during playtime. As you can see:


Portuguese Water “Dish” Dogs?

A group shot during nap time. What a pile of puppies!

The Curacao Cure – Part 12

May 28, 2007 Posted by suefairview

Ariel view of Carácasbaai

Two more dives were made during our stay on Curacao. Here they are described by Curacao Actief:

Lost Anchor

Located at the western most point of Carácasbaai, this site is accessible from shore to the south of Jan Thiel, but due to a lengthy walk from the parking area and a rocky entry, we recommend making it a boat dive. The mooring is close to shore and tied to an old chain that runs from the shelf at 15 feet and disappears into the depths down the reef wall, dropping well below recreational limits.


Carácasbaai itself was created by an ancient landslide that left a monstrous gash in the seafloor. The bay is impressively deep, reaching 800 feet quite close to shore. Because of these great depths the site is often frequented by good sized deep water fish.

This is a grouper. Sean tells me that while they did not see any hammerheads, they frequently saw these.

The shallow area along the edge of the drop off is populated by healthy colonies of Pillar Coral and Pencil Coral, interspersed with Gorgonians waving in the current.


The coral growth is quite thick, and it’s worth taking some time to look for hidden Scorpionfish, Lobster, and Shrimp. Large Green Morays are also quite common in the area, often accompanied by a Scarlet-Striped Cleaning Shrimp removing harmful parasites. Follow the chain down the near perpendicular wall to find Black Coral, Brain Coral, and Star Coral. Both directions are nice, so just start your dive against the current and let yourself drift back until you spot the mooring chain. Don’t forget to look towards the depths, where Dolphinfish, Tarpon, Snappers, and even an occasional Hammerhead can be spotted.

Tug Boat Wreck


Located just beyond the Baya Beach Club on the southeast side of Caracasbaai, this quaint wreck dive can be accessed by shore or boat. Facilities include beach chairs, shade, bathrooms, a snack stand, and a full service dive shop. There’s a small charge to park your car, and the dive shop charges divers an additional fee to dive from their beach. We recommend taking a few minutes to check out the remains of Fort Beekenburg just north of the beach. The shallow protected cove is an ideal spot for snorkelers and beginning divers, with little current and a wide variety of Gorgonians and Stony Corals.

Visibility is generally good, and the crevices in the rocks along the edge of the bay are inhabited by Morays and Lobster, while Peacock Flounder prefer to use their camouflage to hide out in the open. Schools of Needlefish circle the harbor near the surface, and large Barracuda can often be seen searching for an easy meal.

The big steel pillars are also worth exploring. Well encrusted with corals and sponges, look for Scorpionfish hiding in plain site. Experienced divers will want to spend some time on the wall before returning to enjoy the tugboat wreck. The wall starts about 150 yards from shore and drops steeply down below 100 feet. Head left and watch for current when you round the corner.

Don”t forget to save some air to take in the picturesque tugboat, located at the far left side of the cove, close to the rocks and immediately before the drop off. The 30 foot wreck is in one piece and sits right side up in 20 feet of water; it can be enjoyed by snorkelers and divers alike.

After three decades beneath the sea, it is fully encrusted with nice formations of Brain Coral, Star Coral, Sponges, and dozens of resident Christmas Tree Worms. Accustomed to being fed, the area is teaming with bold fish, including large Parrotfish, Sergeant Majors, and Yellowtail Snappers. Make sure to bring your camera, as this site offers some unique photo opportunities.

Two white spotted file fish

A cuttle fish

Fair View Announces 100 Countries Have Visited

May 28, 2007 Posted by suefairview


You heard it correctly. As of today, 100 countries are represented in visits to Fair View. Countries with single visitors are: the Cayman Islands, El Salvador, Moldova, Pakistan, Myanmar, Bahrain, Eritrea, Trinidad and Tobago, the Bahamas, Maldives, Fiji, Jamaica, and Nigeria. Today, the 100th country, French Guiana, joined and we are very excited to welcome them to our little family.

To check out what other countries have been to Fair View, just look at the Neoworx flags on the side bar.

Freshman Year – Part 18, Summer Break

May 23, 2007 Posted by suefairview

Summer at home with my mother was a nightmare. I should have known. Of course my brother and sister were way too smart to be home over the summer. My brother stayed up at Cornell, working at the green houses and my sister was off selling bible books with her boyfriend. It was just me, home alone with Mom. Good old “pound the pavement” mom. That’s what she used to say. “Get out there and pound the pavement.” And so I did.

I found a little job working as a poolside cocktail waitress at a local hotel. I used to commute to my job on my bicycle. That job is well described in Bookfield, Part 2 of the section on Sales School. Anyhow, my mom used to sum it up by saying that my Evie was bringing people to God and I was bringing them to the devil.

So with my mom making my life at home a nightmare, I was really glad when the time came for me to go to Buffalo to visit Tom. I took a Greyhound Bus the whole way there, the ride took about 7 hours, and he and his mom picked me up at the station in Buffalo. I was exhausted and needed a shower. They lived around 20 minutes from the station in a brick house in the suburbs of town.

His mother had short up swept curly graying hair and was wearing a polyester suit that she had been to work in. She was the power in the family that was for sure. She directed everyone as to what to do and when to do it. “Tom get that hon, Dad help with her with that there, Sue so nice to meet you, let’s all have dinner now…” and on and on. She took charge of everything. They had an old fat grey poodle named snoopy that was Tom’s when he was a boy. I had never had a dog growing up. Snoopy was a great dog in my eyes. They never clipped him, so one would never guess that he was a poodle. He was just fat and shaggy and soft. He came to my bed that night and I slept with him. It was my first time sleeping with a dog. I loved it. Tom was not allowed in my room by his conservative parents. That was okay with me, I was pretty tired. Besides, I had the dog in my bed.

In the morning, his mom came and woke me up. She laughed when she saw me sleeping with Snoopy. At breakfast she said, “Sue has never had the dog experience.” Everybody laughed politely as if on cue.

Tom and his dad might as well have been invisible. Tom’s Mom was the only one who was alive in this house. It was kind of strange actually. Was I supposed to fill her shoes? I couldn’t see myself doing that. What was weird was how Tom just shut down when he was home and waited for cues from his mom to join the conversation. Maybe he was like that all the time and I never noticed.

We toured Buffalo, driven around by Tom’s mom. I got to see the club where he learned to row in eights and where he first competed. His mom continued to be the tour director, even there.

We weren’t left alone often and when we were we only made out. Tom just couldn’t get up the nerve to have sex in his parents’ house even though the opportunity did present itself.

Maybe it all comes down to that when we go home, we become children again. We fill our childhood roles. Maybe that was what was happening to Tom. Whatever it was, it gave me pause. That was what was on my mind all the way home on the Greyhound.