This takes place after Wanda Pirate Parade. *** Wanda was not going to take what happened to her at the pirate parade lying down. She was not a helpless victim anymore. She had learned to fight back. First on her list was the teaching students who had helped set up the nursing students. Wanda had been helpless when the students from the rival program had t...
For my freshman year of college I attended a very small and expensive private college. It's one of those places steeped in Ivy League legends, complete with a who's who list of alumni members. My father, his father, and several generations of men in our family had all attended. I considered myself lucky to have been there at all, if only for one year. My f...
It is a bitterly cold winter evening in the Swiss Alps; the wind howls through the nearby trees as the snow sweeps across the slopes. In one of the ski chalets a group of men sit telling stories in front of a blazing log fire. The group leader announces, "Wayne, it's your turn to tell a story." "Well then, let me introduce you to some characters." -----...
I sat there, staring into my beer, beginning to hate every minute of this, my wife's twenty-fifth high school reunion. The whole thing seemed like a waste. We had met and married after we met in collage—I didn't know any of these folks—and for that matter, she hadn't seen or talked to any of these folks since then (save for a few close friends she had retain...
Growing up with a best friend like Chase was everything a guy could have hoped for. Throughout our teenage years, Chase's place had been the number one hangout for our group of friends. Chase's dad had divorced before they moved to Barrington and he worked two jobs to make ends meet. Because his dad was virtually never home, we had a place we could go with n...
Copyright 2009 by madengineer3 This story is pure fiction. Any similarities in names and places are purely coincidental. The story starts in the late 1950s. To quote MrRobbur: "No words were harmed in the writing of this story." For me, high school was a very bad experience. I wasn't rich, wasn't an athlete, was a bit on the heavy side, and wasn't the sh...
Author's Notes I've been intrigued recently with stories about "Get Out Of Jail Free" passes. This is a pass given by one partner to the other allowing the other partner to have sex with someone else one time. In the stories similar to the one here the pass is given by a guy to his girlfriend in order to convince her to marry him because for some reason sh...
Let me just say, with all enthusiasm I can gather in my body, that this is my last year of high school. In fact, it's the middle of the second semester, so I have another three months or so before I'm officially free. I have matured over the last four years. Now I'm serious, I really have. In my freshman year, I first began wearing make-up and was eyeing al...
You wanted nothing more than to escape the life you found yourself in. Growing up in a lower class borough brought hardships that someone your age shouldn't have had to deal with such as working part time jobs in the afternoons and evenings, having to take care of the house while your parents were out working or drinking (usually drinking), and trying to fee...
My name is Alex. I am 21 years old and I have an older sister that I resemble so closely that most people who don't know us think we are twins. Cindy is 2 years older than me and because we lived in a rural area growing up, we were each others best friend until our early teens. By anyone's standards, she is very pretty. She has shoulder high blonde/brown hai...