Christmas melted into New Years along with the snow which had kept them happily occupied for almost two weeks. New Years Eve dawned with grey ominous clouds, but it was too warm to snow. "I guess it means school on Monday Lizzy said soberly to Kristen. Most of the sparkle of the season had disappeared with the snow. "Yeah, winter," Kristen said sourly. Wint...
They'll do it every time. Ain't that the way it goes. Clint wasn't quite clear on the meaning of irony—Nat had tried to explain it, but it kept seeming to mean just about everything. But he was real clear on the other thing. That feeling when you just knew how something would go and it went and was gone that way, dead-center, bullseye, not off by a fraction...
This is a continuation of the "Heart Shaped" series: a reader requested a story about Charlie in his old age. An alternate title could be: "The Lion's Last Roar." The base relationships and local topography are from the previous three stories. Without a full scorecard, most of Charlie's children belong to his long time love Mallory; Robert and Emily are with...
And that was the status quo. We took some holiday vacations together. I met her folks and she met mine, but as far as they knew we were just friends. Sometimes, she or I would have a boyfriend. Rarely at the same time. Sometimes, she or I had a girlfriend. Only once did we manage a foursome. Male female female female. It wasn't that great. But, no matter who...
It began as a joke over beers between college buddies, but in the end Jack Hinkly was the one with egg on his face. Jack Hinkly and Bill Anderson had been friends since the first day of college. Fate had them assigned together then as it did now ten years later. Jack had looked up his college roommate soon after moving into town. It was no longer just Bill A...
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New readers – and previous readers who might have read the last chapter quite some time ago – know that it is advisable to start at the beginning of the series in order to know about/remember the characters and the sequence of events. The next day, after a surprisingly sound night of sleep, I took a shower, washing my diminutive penis through its open-d...
I'm Five. No, not five years old, or you wouldn't be reading this here! My real name is Gabriel, though I usually go by Gabe, and I am the Master of the House of Bondage. If you look up "House of Bondage" on line you will get lots of hits, but none of them are us -- it's our private name for the house where I live with Liz, aka the Tormentor, and Sara, who...
There were a lot of good reasons to be out this early, but none as wonderful as seeing this first Giant Swallowtail awakening, and John smiled as it moved. Magnificent, he whispered, in awe of this giant as it slowly unfurled it's Forewings against the sun's morning warmth. It was, as they always were at this time of day, lethargic and calm. "Papilio Cresph...
by Philip Johnson Chapter One Her phone rang and when it's picked up I say, "Hi Jennie, it's Alex. "Alex, how are you?" "Almost as good as I'm likely to get. I called to see if you would like to spend the afternoon with me and since its July and hotter than hell, I thought we could rent a pontoon boat, have a picnic and maybe take a swim in the lake?"...