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Chapter 10: He Jumps Her in the Park New Year's Eve was the coldest day of 2014, with the temperature dipping below freezing for one of the few times in the whole year. This meant Leslie's outfit was uncharacteristically modest compared to recent choices; she was wearing a great knitwear dress, thick black leggings, high-heeled boots and a long black fur-li...
It was apparent from the start that we had not rehearsed what we wanted to say to one another. It was more obvious that Julie didn't want to be there at all. I had not expected to be having this embarrassing opportunity to speak to her at this time. Nor, did Julie expect to be speaking to me. The conversation began rather slowly and tentatively as we "danced...
Hi, my name is Christine, Christine Harton, I am 37, married nearly 20 years, love my husband even now, never been unfaithful, I've never wanted to be, even though I am good looking enough to have got just about any man I know, or even don't know if I wanted. I have felt like it a few times, but never given in to temptation, well, not until I was forced int...
"God, I can't fucking believe this." I say to myself while driving. "Our son is getting bullied, and what does he say? 'Just go talk to him yourself, I have to finish this report for work.', what father says that?!? God... Sometimes I wish I never married him..." I say to myself, angry at my husband for not coming with me. Most of all, I'...
"What the hell happened this time?" demanded Leslie, looking at her son. Lewis was in his sports' kit, so she could see a long fresh graze covering the length of his outer left leg between the knee and ankle. "What do you mean?" he replied, with a look of bewilderment on his face. "Your leg... what happened," she continued to interrogate. "Playing sport I...
We were standing in a crowded bar that we probably never should have stepped into in the first place. Myself, my wife, and my friend Jimmy, had gone out for drinks in San Francisco when we stumbled into a strangely working class Irish bar in North Beach. The three of us must have looked like real nerds, pale and white with our thick rimmed glasses and carefu...
THUMP! I laugh as I stand over Bradley, the kid I bully. He hit the ground hard when I shoved him, and he's looking up at me, with a look that's full of anger and fear. There wasn't any particular reason that I shoved him, but he was looking a little too confident today, and I can't have that continue, can I? After all, it is my job to put him in his place...
Andrea Vargas stood in the kitchen of her large, South Florida home, chopping vegetables and preparing ingredients for that night's dinner. The 38-year-old curvy housewife wore pink leggings, white flip flops, and a light pink t-shirt she had tied off at her belly button to give her tight midriff some air on the warm afternoon. By that time, her husband and...
I won't bore you with the details of how I was bullied, suffice it to say it was bad and humiliating. When it got real bad one day, I made two promises to myself, one that I'd never be bullied again, and two that I'd get revenge on the main bully, Jeff. Fast forward a few years. I went to college as did Jeff. He became a teacher I became a businessman. Soon...