* * * * * (This story is read by Bamagirl (Deb), Thanks Deb) Click Here to listen to Bamagirl read the story. (20 min/RealMedia) You need the free Real Player to listen to this file. * * * * * They run through the cornfields darting and sprinting. Dodging each other's grabs and playful slaps. Sue Ann, "Squealed," as Luke grazed her arm with a diving gras...
I was twenty-eight when my Grandma Pearl passed away. I still remember every moment of that call. I knew immediately it was bad news. My great Aunt Mary didn’t make many phone calls. “Emily, are you sitting down?” Aunt Mary said. “I don’t know how to tell you this. It’s your Grandma Pearl. She died today.” I didn’t cry then, or at the funeral, or even in...
An account of the early life when Don got married and lived under Pa and Grandpa's roof. My Baptist Life - Don Brown There was a lot of activity in the Brown homestead in the late 40s early 50s as 3 healthy children were born to Jacob and Janet Brown. I was in the middle so had plenty of female support growing up, sometimes painful but always loving. We...
I have been out of college for almost four years now. After graduating at the top of my class and having saved so much money, I opened up my own computer service business. I did some repairs and installations of new units. My main goal was still teaching. I was afraid to apply in case the solicitation charge showed up again. The summer teaching job I lost du...
As long as I can remember, my parents owned a cabin up in the mountains. It was a nice size cabin but the best part was we had a huge yard, about 25 acres, near the river. As a family, we would spend many weekends camping. I am the oldest child in the family, one sister in the middle, and one brother who is the youngest. We get along most of the time but we...
Chapter 1 It all started when I turned 15. My mom and dad were getting divorced and my grandmother told my mom that I was going with her to camp for my birthday. I didn' t want to go. I didn't want to do anything, least of all spend time with a bunch of screaming girls. Grandma explained that it wasn't that kind of a camp. It was a private camp, for familie...
As promised, here is the first installment of Buster's Story. It is nearly 100 years in the past. This is as much a voyage for me as it is for you. I hope you enjoy the story. It is a little slower paced. Let me know what you think. He ran through the woods, not caring that he scared deer or elk out of their daytime hides. He ran for the pure enjoyment o...
Cool sat next to the mixer board as Billy walked toward his room. "What should I wear?" Billy asked. "What are you in the mood for?" Cool asked him back. Billy was quiet for a few seconds, thinking how he would answer. "I think Grandma wants to spank me," he answered softly. Raising an eyebrow, Cool said, "Wear leather or latex. That'll set the mood for...
Danny was on his way into town one Tuesday morning to visit the bank and do a bit of shopping. Normally he would have gone in his car and parked in one of the multi-story car parks however it had gone into the garage for its annual service so he was forced to use the bus instead. There was only one other person waiting at the bus stop when he arrived, a lady...
If you enjoyed my last two stories, My Wife Becomes Bar Bait and A Husband Fights Dirty to Save His Marriage, I am confident you will find your time well spent reading this. If, however, you believe every story should end with a husband celebrating his wife's unfaithfulness please skip this missive. It is not intended for you. For those who enjoy a mesmeri...