Once again, there are no minors in this story. Everyone is 18 and above. Also, just like before, washingtonstatecowboy helped edit this piece. I hope you like it and thanks for reading! * As Sikowitz stared at his class, he felt a sense of disappointment. He had just recently written a play but now his class didn't want to participate. Realizing it was al...
Stein's Girl: 3 - Kat's Bed Kathleen was a talker. As soon as they were in her car she had started, "Shit. I can't believe I just got fired. I can't believe what I just did! I'm Kathleen, my friends call me Kat. What's your name? Angelique. That's a pretty name. I had a roommate in college called Angelica." They had been in her car already ten minutes and...
"Goddamnit, Jenna, children should be seen and not heard. Just shut up! Shut up!" Arguments always ended up like this. Children should be seen and not heard. Basically what Anna was screaming at her was to stop telling her things that didn't fit into her nice neat, practical little box she lived in. Everyone in the world should get married, have a little w...
Things were finally going Cory's way. It's been one year since she moved to San Francisco, and up to this point, it has been one struggle after another. Her problems were mostly financial, finding it hard to make ends meet. Cory's job as a Judge's clerk paid reasonable well, but the high cost of rent took most of it. So, when a job performance review gained...
It is day two of our camping trip and Anna and I are somewhere near Port Fairy on the Great Ocean Road in Victoria, Australia. We have spent the previous night at Bridgewater Bay and this morning, after a brief encounter with the police, who booked us for camping illegally - now really, I ask you - we had packed our tent, loaded the car and were on the road...
continued... Day 7... 'Ohhhhhh...ohhhhh...ooooooh...you make love fun', we sang aloud, Mick Fleetwood's pounding back-beat putting our boogie-motors in motion as Marni and I danced around while singing along with the classic Fleetwood Mac tune. We had been cleaning up our dishes and mess after scarfing down the breakfast we had prepared. Thunder and lig...
A few months ago, I got an email from the little sister of a girl I know. Her name is April. She got a computer for her birthday. She went online found my email address. I went to grade school with her older sister. April remembered me. She searched me out and surprised me with a letter. I remembered her too. She was a pretty little girl who was two years...
As I was approaching the hallway door, it opened. It was Tulla Jones, a shapely African-American. She was the Housekeeper assigned to this Building on the midnight shift. God I didn't realize how late it was. Tulla always wore a loose fitting blue uniform dress. She always came to work and goes home in the uniform and I don't think anyone ever saw her in str...
Am about halfway through this time in my life depending on how much I want to tell, but thought this would be a good time to give some background about our situation and how we dealt with it. In the early 80s there wasn't a strong les or bi movement here in the States. And Jeannie and I had gone to a football mad school in a southern state. And being a sout...
Author notes I thank Jellybean and Noira for putting up with me. You may need to read the first submission of this story to understand this section. The story has a conclusion to be submitted soon. ******* The past. Soon after my ninth birthday, I climbed to the roof of my house as the morning sun broke over the horizon. Perched near the edge of the roo...