When Mrs. Kopernick came in to wake me in the morning I was alone in bed. It felt empty without her daughter Mary Jo beside me but I knew it was for the best. I was their house guest under difficult circumstances. I didn't want to have any trouble. I noticed though that a couple of buttons of Mrs. Kopernick's gown were undone and she had a big smile on her...
He sat in the right field bleachers, halfway up. He was wearing a plain blue t-shirt, khaki shorts, and black Nike running shoes. His sunglasses were flipped on to his head: The sun was playing peek-a-boo for the last hour. He had a large cup of Pepsi on the seat to his right and a half-eaten hot dog in his hand. To his left were a leather-bound notebook and...
It was a very hot and muggy day in my home town. I was going to watch our towns pride and joy, our local semi-pro baseball team play a game against their biggest rivals. Our team, the Wildcats were good. They were very good. A couple of the players were on Division 1 college baseball teams. One of them was a minor league prospect for San Diego. As a cute h...
This is a Earth Day contest story. Please vote. * Finally free, my life without the telephone, the television, and the Internet is better. In my new daily celebration of Earth Day, not wasting water and electricity, and driving an economical car, I conserve energy and preserve natural resources whenever I can. Other than recycling, which I do, I don't wea...
I went to college in a small town, so most of the "fun" to be had centered around campus life. Fraternity/Sorority parties, sporting events, student theater—you know the drill. In fact, one of the best things we had to kill time was something incredibly simple: a walking track around campus. You'd meet up, ride bikes, walk, skateboard, rollerblade, and spend...
Chapter 9 The next thing I remembered, was waking up in the hospital not being able to move. My mom and dad were crying and said we are so glad to see you. I asked her what happened and she said you don't remember. I told her no I don't remember and she told me I got hit by a car. My mom kept asking what was the last thing I remembered and all I could th...
Chapter 16 There was a fairly large crowd of kids outside of the school when Jeanne, Jill, and I arrived on Monday morning. They seemed oblivious to the threatening clouds overhead. Instead, they did their best to pretend to be involved in conversations. It became obvious from the sidelong looks we got as we walked toward the steps, though, that they were a...
Author's Note: This is my second entry into the 2010 Literotica Summer Lovin' contest. I dedicate this story to the memory of my father. Baseball was always his favorite sport, and the Detroit Tigers were his favorite team. They were his one true love, win or lose. I can remember many nights last summer, and even early in the season this year, before he pass...
God, I hated the draft. I loved coaching baseball – showing young men how to play the game, watching as they grasped the concepts, and seeing the joy on their faces as the incomprehensible becomes known. Watching boys transition to young men, both in terms of baseball and life brought indescribable joy to this lowly coach. Each year, these young men became M...
Recently, I learned that Sammy, whom I had coached in baseball back when he was a boy of 14, had died in 1998 of AIDS. He apparently contracted HIV when he and his wife were having problems and had separated for a while. Thankfully, neither she nor his children became infected. Following is one of the many Sammy stories that I tell, but the one that always...