WARNING TO READERS - This is a long, rambling, multi-part story and VERY British. The individual chapters will make more sense if read in sequence. Chapter 8: Turning Things On for Debbie Mum was back at work the day after Boxing Day and I went into the garden centre as I had arranged for some suppliers to make deliveries and I had work that I wanted to g...
******** CHAPTER TWO The years passed. While in college, I found a girl named Miranda that I was fond of and was 98% in love with, married her, produced a lovely daughter named Clara, and then we drifted off into divorce after a few years. I was already making pretty good money right out of school, but my ex couldn't resist the urge to have an affair and at...
"Dude, I am so glad I caught you!" I didn't like the way this was going right from the start. I instantly recognized my brother Stan's voice on the cell phone. I should considering all the people that said we sounded and looked alike...Irish twins born less than a year apart. I knew that he would follow with a request. "Look, I'm stuck at work for a couple o...
By the time I get to the bar I’m beat; my job as a holiday rep is quite hectic although everyone seems to think I’m here having the time of my life and spend my days on the beach working on my tan. Honestly, I haven’t caught a ray of sunlight over the last three months and the people on holiday here are more tanned than I will ever be. I chose to go to a bar...
Chapter 4: Home to UK Cliff dozed in the aircraft as it flew over the Atlantic, business in the States now done, going back to his new home in Scotland, UK. He was looking forward to getting home this time, as he was seeing Jeannie at her home in East Anglia on his way through from London. They had met by chance in Scotland, as she had chatted to him a coup...
3] The Castle I drove Lorna to the castle in my car, all the while trying to catch glimpses of her profile as she looked ahead. I felt like a teenager on a first date, trying to impress, trying to make her laugh. I definitely felt an attraction towards her, and hoped that she felt the same. It was difficult to read her thoughts as she seemed to be so friend...
(This is based on a real life story from my ex-girlfriend, she moved away to another town, but she wished me luck in finding another girlfriend. We still call each other once a while.) I remember that day when my girlfriend Erin took me to the bar and got me drunk as much as I remember my mom's name. It all started like this: Erin was a very attractive gi...
I absolutely love the snow. Not only does it make the whole world seem bright (unlike mud and rain), but it brings out a certain spark in people. I daren't say "Christmas spirit"; I think it's something else entirely. I remember how back in 1992, I was home from college for the semester and had been visiting with various friends around my hometown. One of t...
My wife is the epitome of a slut and it's something I'm very happy to comply with. If you look up the word in the dictionary, you will find a picture of her, draped in the most outrageous lingerie, in all of her slut glory. An avid exhibitionist who lives to tease, has found her life's vocation. She's been working as a Stripper at a local strip joint, fo...
The fresh sea air and isolation of their holiday place, a converted farm barn, was balm to their souls. It was ideal relaxation in their busy lives. They got up late, he making tea for them to have in bed. After a lazy breakfast, he would drive to fetch the paper for her from the local town. They then sat outside in the glorious summer weather enjoying the...