Taking Care of Everything Chapter Five - Starting Anew I sat for what seemed hours. I stood, wiping the tears from my eyes. I wiped the tears from my eyes. Standing touching her headstone I told her that I will always love her, I then walked back to my car and headed for home. There was one important stop I needed to make in an attempt to start making ame...
This unedited version of the story will be replaced when/if I get an edited version from some of the three editors who got it 73, 33 and 21 days ago. An old saying says, "Beautiful girls sleeps with naughty boys." What could I say? Could I agree? Yes I could because many people in our Scandinavian county capital regarded me, Lucas Larsson as a very na...
Why Grandma cries when the lights go out When I was young, I remember one winter day when my mother came home in tears. I was sitting on the porch waiting for her, wearing a brown doeskin jacket she had made for me the winter before. There was a dogwood tree in our front yard, and I could hear the dead leaves hanging from its limbs rustling in the easterly...
*Please note: This is the first part to a multi-part story. There is not a tremendous amount of sex involved. If you are looking for a stroke story, you may want to look elsewhere. Thank you! ***** As I hobbled out of the doctor's office, I was in a daze. I wondered to myself how I would manage six months of bedrest that was the mandatory recuperation time...
Debbie has been looking for a second job for a while to increase her much needed limited income. She finally finds one that she hopes to get. The job is to be a "Girl Friday", and Monday through Friday as well. Her potential boss has asked her to dress in a white button up blouse and a medium grey skirt for the interview. Debbie is five feet six inches t...
Donna: I am a middle-aged mother and wife with a storied past. I try to be good, I really do, but I have overwhelming urges to let myself go. I always have and I often succumb to them. My poor husband unfortunately has been left out of my activities although sometimes he has participated without his knowing. It started in high school when I first had sex. M...
Disclaimer: this is a fictional writing. Do not contact me to apply for this position. It does not exist! * Single white female seeks single white male (or white male/female couple) who would like a permanent live-in "pet". Age, appearance, and body type of applicants will not influence my decision. Location is limited to the lower 48 states, as I will n...
I suppose being ninety one has its compensations. They are few, but they are there. First up must be that I am too old to die young, far too old! Second is.... Well that's an altogether harder question. My wife left me some years ago, not because she wanted to she, in the euphemism of today, passed away. Actually she just died, as shall we all sooner or late...
[Walt's Gift was submitted by Scorpio44 (me) in 2007. Reading it will answer lots of the questions that might arise from reading this chapter. Quickly: Walt was my Dad. When he was dying he asked me to take care of his apartment building and the women who lived there. I discovered he loved them and they loved him. I decided to love them too. That meant movin...
This is dedicated to my dog, Shandy, who died around the same time I had my wisdom teeth out. And of course, my lovely lady, Liv. The events in this are fiction, but the background with my teeth and dog actually happened. RIP Shandy 4/26/02-5/5/12. You'll be in our hearts forever. Hope you like it. I had a hell of a week. My dog died on Saturday and I had m...