© LIPrulz July 2008 (7th in the sequence of Jasmin) (These events took place immediately after Jasmin found out that explicit and humiliating photographs of her were in the possession of an unknown number of people that knew her. These made her vulnerable to more humiliation by threats of exposure to me, her fiancé at the time. The course of reaction that...
My name is Victor. My father is a self-made millionaire. He is also a tyrant and a tightwad. An ultraconservative in his politics, he rants about liberal causes, taxes and government spending. That didn't stop him from building up a lucrative business relying in large part on government contracts. One of his favorite rants is about American kids being spoile...
I met Denise my junior year in college. She was a cute brunette and a year behind me with a liberal arts major. I was in Vocational Education and wanted to be a counselor. By June of my senior year, she was three months pregnant. I guess the pill is only 90% effective. She didn't finished her last year. We were going to get married anyway, it just upped the...
"I had a lover's quarrel with the world." (Robert Frost) "It'll all be over by Christmas," that's what we said back in September 1939. Almost tragically comic when you look back; it wasn't over until May 1945 – if it's ever over. During that last summer before the war started I was teaching mathematics at St. Matthew's Public school. I had only recently...
Underneath a pregnant moon, three robed ladies dabbled in witchcraft, alcohol, and other mischief. Skeletal trees branches filtered silvery light onto them. In their prepared forest clearing, a fired burned and crackled in a stone pit, protecting from December's frigid breath. Left of the flames, sat Laurie, a six foot black girl of gigantic proportions, b...
Andrea and I had had a thing, four or five years ago, way back when we still worked together. It had only lasted about a week, but it had been a quite memorable week (at least for me it sure was!), and we had managed to stay good friends after. We'd gone on to pursue different careers, and Andrea had become a dedicated, full-time lesbian, and occasionally we...
(See Ozark Morning) Prior to moving to the Ozarks, I guess, long ago, I had thought of Ozark girls as being dressed in Daisy Dukes, barefoot and pregnant. Not that a girl could wear Daisy Dukes while pregnant. Actually, I thought more in terms of the outfit worn by Lil Dudette, the sex symbol of the Phoenix Rodeo. Of course, Lil Dudette wore cowboy (cowgirl...
Returning to camp from a trip to the town on a Saturday evening late. I took a short cut through back lanes and came across this big black Austin Princess car with its front wheels in a ditch. The driver slumped over the driving wheel and out for the count. Oh! I knew the car well, for I used to drive this particular car and the new driver was Sergeant Murp...
I sighed, took off my hat and wafted it in front of my face in a vain attempt to cool down. The station master shrugged and gave his usual smile; either I could sit around for six hours whilst the problem down the line was fixed, or make the 15 minute walk back home. It was only going to get hotter, so I set off back, shouldering my rucksack and easing it pa...
Take an asshole over-achiever for a husband, one who always tells you that you would be nowhere without him, add a large portion of desire to prove him wrong, mix well, simmer for a while and you end up with a mess. I can't even remember why I married Don now. I suppose it had something to do with his good looks, his confidence in himself, the way he kissed...