A special thanks to Estragon for all his editing help. (Re-edited: March 2011) Of course, all participants are 18 years or older. PART FOUR: THE PRIVATE DRESSING ROOM One week later. The next week was great. I fucked my brother and although he was no uncle Danny, he sure was getting better. The master bedroom was now mine and Mom often spent the night th...
When I married my husband Glen 6 years ago, I was a young doctor working to eat and pay off my student loans. I drove a 10 year old car, lived in an apartment with a slob of a roommate, and was absolutely miserable. We met just as I was starting my second year in the Emergency Room. He was the on-call surgeon, and we hit it off right away. It was a whirlwin...
I knew something was wrong right away. A vehicle was stopped on the docks, a 2½-ton truck with a load of fruits and desserts--chocolate éclairs, trays of fudge, hard-to-get fruit like watermelons and cantaloupes, a whole collection of goodies. Men were unloading it and carrying the stuff toward an ocean-going tug moored at the wharf. That boat was a US Nav...
Sandy worked a half day that Friday, wanting to get home with enough time to decorate and clean up a bit for the party. She unfurled the big "Happy Birthday" banner and added a few streamers to set the mood. Even though she had given Linda a birthday present of some lingerie and the new bikini a few weeks ago, she carefully wrapped another present for Linda....
[WARNING: This story contains elements of hate speech. If you are easily offended by such language, please stop here. I think thoughtful readers will understand that these words are used to draw characterizations, and not to encourage or espouse hateful ideology on the part of the author.] Pt. 3 - Ew by Holly Lori Annalee Previously on The Dream Girls: Th...
In some Asian cultures, August 8 was considered a lucky day, the squaring of the lucky number 8. But for Cassie and her father, it was a black spot on the calendar, a number your eyes skipped over until you had to confront the horrifying reality of it. It was on an August 8 a decade ago that her mother -- her real mother, not Charlotte the pretender -- had k...
"Just come over here!" My best friend, Cassie, could be so impatient at times, and today was no exception. Her voice rang out through my cell phone, "I have to eat some dinner and then we can hang out." "Okay, fine," I replied. When Cassie wanted to see me she always demanded instead of asked. Of course, I was eager to see her too. Truth be told, we were ki...
I had just completed my sophomore year in college. I grew up in Boston and had spent my entire life in New England. Now I was attending one of those prestigious but rather prim ‘seven sister' colleges of which my mother and my two older sisters were both alumni. And that was after years at a dreary preparatory school my mother, too, insisted I attend. After...
It was late on a Saturday morning and the curses and banging noises she heard coming from the living room were clue enough for Karen Dubois that her husband Adam had risen at long last. Glancing at the clock on the wall, she heaved a long suffering sigh. It was hardly surprising that he should have slept in so late considering how long they'd stayed at th...
This is a story close to my heart, I dated a girl with leukemia and it does have a profound effect on the people around this specific person. Things didn't work out and as far as I know she is still well. Please vote and comment. To my editor Ozzy Vella, thank you so much for making this readable and being patient with ny mistakes. I appreciate it. Cassy, w...