Author's note: This is, in all its seven parts and their many chapters, one very, very long story. If long stories bother you, I suggest you read something else. No part of this story is written so as to stand on its own. I strongly suggest that you start with the beginning of Part 1 and read sequentially—giving up at any point you choose, of course....
"Hey man, how's it goin'?" Ron said. It was my usual late afternoon phone call from him to set up the next days work. "It's goin' good, buddy," I said. "Just finished up that kitchen faucet job for the Hendricks." "Good," he said. "Hey, I got a call requesting you tomorrow. A Mrs. Millbanks? She said you'd know who she was." "Wow. I had a teacher in high...
Lara pushed her brand new gold key into the auditorium lock. With a little "new key" hesitation it went in and turned heavily to the left and the door swung open. Lara stepped into the darkened theatre and the familiar smell filled her nostrils- a mix of sawdust, paint, and teenage actor BO. She set down her purse and found the house lights. She approached...
Anna meets Peter. I wheeled my bike across the plaza and leaned it up against the bench in front of the shops. As usual, it was a warm day in Palo Alto and I like to eat my lunch on the Stanford campus or the nearby pedestrian areas. I am currently teaching at an all-girls catholic school about a 5 minute ride away but I like to leave the school grounds and...
It's strange to think that, if anyone ever reads this little history, which I doubt anyone ever will, it might be in a very different place and a very different time, and it might make no sense at all. That's okay. I'm not writing for an audience anyway. I'm writing because I've got things to say, even if no one ever hears them. And I'm writing to pass the t...
Ch. 03 Bablee the niece takes advantage As a typical Pakistani woman, Bablee was of slight build, looking smaller than the students in the classroom. She was slim, had small hands, with thin delicate fingers, and skinny legs. It meant she looked out of place seated with the eighteen-year-olds, as though she should be with younger kids. As a married woman...
This is a true story, in two parts. This first part is the intro. Assuming I get a good reception, I'll continue. ***** I was at boarding school in the North of England in my final year (my Dad was an engineer and my parents lived all over the world). I had my final A'Level exams starting in a few weeks. My 18th birthday was this week, 38 years ago. I was...
I sat in my car in the dark at the back of the car park watching all the couples walk into my old High School for the “Turning Forty” reunion. I had been divorced for over eleven years and did not have a girl friend to accompany me to this sort of social event. I was in two minds whether to attend or not. While I did want to see some of my old friends again...
Aging fishermen tell stories about "the one that got away." The one that got away from me was a girl named Loni. ***** It was the summer of '69. I was fresh out of college with a completely useless diploma in a major that had zero job prospects without a Master's degree. The amount of partying I did in college ensured that I wouldn't get into any kind of g...
Ever since I got accepted into my dream college, high school has been seeming like something I’ve outgrown. Some people might call me arrogant, maybe I am. I do believe I’m not beholden to the same rules as regular people. I’ve always believed I was beautiful, just objectively speaking. I’m 18, i keep myself fit, and always turn heads wherever I go. Lots of...