"It's just not fair." From the tone of her friend's voice, Cindy Davis knew Ann was only half-joking. "What's not fair?" They were in Cindy's cramped, one-person dorm room, preparing tuna fish au gratin on rye toast for supper. "It's not fair that you actually met a good-looking single guy under ninety on that geriatric unit disguised as an ophthalmology...
April Ludgate stared into the camera, trying to make up her mind whether she should say something, ignore them or tell them all to fuck off. When the camera crew at first showed up she had of course mostly ignored them or told them to leave her alone, but Leslie had insisted she interact with them and it was kind of impossible to say no to Leslie Knope. So A...
Zooming in for a close-up the cameraman focused on the two women as April pulled Ann aside and then said, "We need to talk." "Oh." Ann mumbled, clearly startled as she looked around the corridor filled with people ignoring them, "Here? Now? At, at work?" "Yes Ann, God." April huffed, before looking downwards, "I... I feel like I've put this off for a while...
Part I Melody watched the fields of Black-eyed Susans, Indian paintbrush and prairie broomweed flash by. Behind them the live oaks provided a somber green backdrop to the vibrancy of July in central Texas. She glanced down for the nth time at the dinner gown she'd bought for the occasion. Its deep red sequins set off the dark honey of her skin and the color...
Again Ann Perkins found herself staring into a camera, kind of hoping that it would just go away while for the millionth time she thought about the infuriating April Ludgate. About what was going on with them, how could Ann put a stop to it, and did she really want to put a stop to it? Then the cameraman gave a forced cough, making Ann focus on the camera ag...
That first day she had sex with April wasn't exactly a productive day for Ann Perkins. It was fine at first, but then after the incident she couldn't even think coherently, that infuriating documentary crew that was always hanging around capturing hours upon hours of footage of her sitting at her desk and just staring into space with an expression on her fac...
Author's Note: While writing my true life story entitled "Her Name Was Ann", I began thinking about another older woman I had had an affair with when I was a teenager. So I figured I'd write a story about that relationship as well. So many years have passed that I forget the names of some of the folks in my stories; people who I swore I'd never forget, and t...
Author's note: This story is based on Parks and Recreations and this set during Season 4. * Ann Perkins didn't know where to begin. No, that wasn't true. She knew exactly where to begin, but she had no idea how to explain half the things she had done, why she had allowed the whole thing to go so far and get so out of hand. Most of all Ann wasn't sure how...
I met Mary Irene Murphy my senior year in high school. Actually, I should say I noticed Mary Irene Murphy when she came back to school that late summer day with a trim waist, a round ass, and a very respectable set of jugs. With her red hair, green eyes, and bright smile there wasn't anything not to like. With the initials MIM it was not a stretch for her t...
"Dammit is it hot out here," I would think to myself, but I have to pay for my tuition somehow. "Going to that fucking University sure isn't cheap." I was on my summer break from college trying to earn enough, doing odd jobs, for another semester. I didn't do any skilled work, nobody would hire me for anything like that. I only contracted small jobs of cutt...