I'm Brian Banks; I'm kind of a weird dude. I have borderline social anxiety, I am about as athletic as a potato, and I have no interest in drinking, sports or any other "male bonding" type of activities. I'm decent looking and thin, despite the fact that I never actually "work out," but my major attribute is that I'm smart. Actually, I'm really smart and unl...
I'd known Josh Drake since 4th grade, and all the kids in the neighborhood were happy when his parents obliterated most of their backyard and replaced it with a big swimming pool. I spent lots of my middle school summer days and occasional nights in that pool. His parents even let us use it when Josh and his sister Kate weren't around, as long as there was s...
I've discovered that there are other husbands who feel about their wives much as I did about mine. Like me, they are proud when other men look at them, eventually seeking, even creating situations to expose them to the eyes and hands of admirers. Norma was born in Córdoba, Argentina, and raised in Montreal, Canadá, where she spoke only French and Spanish....
(Jenny Jackson's 2008 Earth Day entry "The Greening of America" inspired this tale. I would like to thank her for encouraging me to write this.) (DISCLAIMER: This is a fictional parody. It is not a true story, nor is it approved of by the celebrities or corporate entities named in the story. No harm is intended toward the celebrities or corporate entities m...
Connie was driving home. It was almost noon Saturday. She knew full well Martin would be waiting for her. That was what she wanted. She took a deep breath. In a way it was over, but there was still one small part that needed to be played. She smiled when she thought of how it would be. Yes she had gotten her pound of flesh and she would display it like a tro...
People wonder what it's like growing up as a twin. I wonder what it's like growing up as a singleton. In fact, I wonder what it's like when both twins are the same sex. Because Cindy and I had each other, I was always comfortable around girls and she was always comfortable around boys. After all the "playing doctor" when we were little and other late-night e...
My thanks go to my proofreaders LadyCibelle, and my friend SH, for attempting to sort out my foul-ups for me. But I must remind the reader that I still retain my annoying habit of fiddling with my tales of woe, almost every time that I open them. * I'd lain back on the sun lounger after taking a quick swig of the big iced cocktail the waiter had just deliv...
Nancy was standing in the very classroom that she taught Sunday school to her own two sons inside the very church she and her husband had attended for years. It was early Sunday afternoon, church had long ended and her boys had left with friends of the family to play with their children. Her husband Joe was home because he wasn't feeling well that morning....
Note to reader: This story is fiction. Copyright (c) 2019. If you have never been, the afternoon commute in southern California is terrible. Unlike the cities of New York and Chicago, with their fantastic public transportation systems, southern Californians need personal vehicles. Millions of people commute to work from one city to another and do not use pu...
Apologies for the delay in producing this chapter. Sometimes life just gets in the way! I appreciate all those who have been kind enough to leave positive or constructive feedback. I hope that you all enjoy this one. ***** Things Ain't What They Used To Be Jessica need not have worried about Emily. The younger woman seemed to feel none of the doubts or...