I was definitely out of my comfort zone. She was at least twenty years younger than me, maybe even a little more than that. She had a sexy Latin or at least part Latin look about her. She even had a slight accent. Dark curly hair, olive skin, blue eyes and a great body, she was still young and taut. And she had lots of tats. I had spoken with her once before...
This all happened over thirty years ago. I was student teaching in my last semester at a prominent "teacher's college" in the Northeast. As March rolled around the group of students I was with were shocked to hear that while all our friends went on Spring Break we would remain teaching. To add insult to injury, the dorms were closing (as were dining services...
This is another adventure from my college days. During my junior year my roommates and I threw a party like we did almost every month. This month some old friends from high school, who went to a different college, were going to be coming. Included in that group of friends was a friend of mine named Jen. Jen was two years younger than me and if you want to sa...
One of the time-honored traditions of teaching is the Friday afternoon happy hour. By lunch on Monday, plans are usually being made for the week's event. After five days of baby sitting, refereeing, mommying, and even occasionally teaching, rejuvenation is only a cold beer and a gripe session away. Another tradition in education is that teachers are low-paid...
Cast Aside ---- Talos and Casiama approached the imposing, white-haired man standing before the dangling, suffocated corpses of two of the local peasantry, their weight immobile in the chill, faint breeze. The soaring stone towers of Imperia -- the capital of mankind -- stretched on the horizon, as if rising in defiance to the flat farmland surrounding t...
My mother is one of the nicest people I know. She's always volunteering her time around town. Lately, she's been making food and bringing it over to some of the neighbors. She likes to help out with the older, widowed people. They absolutely love her food and are quite grateful that she does that for them. I wanted to do nice things too. However, what I wan...
When I got home, I could tell the baby was asleep. For once there was no crying. Julia cried all the time, no matter what I did. I had gotten used to the sound of her angry screams echoing off the walls of our house. Maybe the house was too big for a single dad and a young baby. And maybe I should move, I told myself often. But this was the house Julia's mot...
I live in a condo complex with about a dozen units and a great pool and exercise facility. I'm single, thirty years old, and have a good job with one of the top airlines. A close friend and former college buddy is a pilot with the same airline and he and his wife Renee live just a couple of doors down from me. Renee is twenty-six and a real beauty. Sam and R...
Intro: This is a partially-true story. Jon is real, although that's not his name, and my history with him - including the foot-stroking at the party - is real. But I haven't seen him in seven years - I never even thought about him until I saw him on a friend's profile on Facebook - and he never did my gardening for me, and we've never had sex. Yet. (Pleas...
I first met my wife, Jane, when we started at the same high school together. We became friends as a part of a large group. She was friendly and funny with the ability to make people laugh. She was also empathetic. She was the one who was always there when anyone felt down. When we all went out she wasn't the life of the party but she made sure everyone was...