Wherein our Dear Bubbles Meets and Greets The Retard, The Cowboy and the Surly Bus Driver and the Fruit Inspectors. * Prefix Dear reader, you really should be sure to read Part 1 when Bubbles tells how she took a summer job at Doc Finster's Pharmacy in her hometown in Indiana for the sole purpose of getting together enough money to leave home and start n...
BRAZIL - HERE I COME! Donald stepped into the Boeing 787 Dreamliner. The welcome space was lavishly spacious and unusually tall for an airplane. Getting squeezed out of the compressed terminal walkway was freeing. The feeling of starting out on a great summer vacation to Brazil really sunk into his mind. The stewardess in the blue suit and the pearl earring...
Thank you everyone for the kind comments and feedback. Feel free to PM me with thoughts and suggestions. ***** The ADA was fuming, the psychologist and resource officer looked scared. The ADA was ten steps ahead of me and walking quickly. I was running to try to catch up. I usually tried to avoid running, being behind in time it looked funny but I was runn...
The answers that you get always depend on who you ask. The neurologist said that I suffered TBI, traumatic brain injury. The psychologist said that it was merely traumatized and held back by my fears and insecurities, that I was afraid to live or think or even act. My older brother said I was retarded. Oddly enough, it turns out that he was the one who was r...
Night before, they'd went to a movie, and this was the first time they'd done that in a long while. It's too expensive nowadays, and people are too shitty. Too rude. Nobody will stop fucking with their smartphones the whole stupid time. You can't concentrate. It's not worthwhile. It was a Wednesday night when they went so that time worked out better than u...
"This is kind of deranged," he sighed as he watched his girlfriend fasten the final restraint. His hands were both cuffed above his head, to his right and left. His ankles were in the same position. Pressed up against a wall. He had affectionately termed it their 'Wall of Chains', and blushed whenever he mentioned it jokingly. Their friends all thought it wa...
The house was built for someone wealthy, but that was a long time ago. The ceilings sag even though the chandeliers have been removed, and the molding has mildew at the corners. The floor-to-ceiling windows are bolted so we can't go out onto the porches, anyway. It's a halfway house. The Grand Central House for Recovering Women. The windows are nice, though...
One of the difficulties of living in the countryside is that being forced to use the facilities of the local village means that it becomes impossible to keep out of the way of people you wish to avoid. Certain folk learn your routines and habits. The housewives who have strayed or like to misbehave from time to time need to have a thick skin and no shame as,...
Je suis journaliste pour le Time express et aujourd'hui j'ai décidé de plus le laisser faire et de trouver le Scoop du siècle pour enfin devenir rédacteur en chef. Une fois arrivée au bureau du journal. Bonjour Arnaud venez dans mon bureau vous êtes en retard. Je me dirige vers le bureau de la direction, a l'intérieur plein de cadre avec les plus gros Scoo...
When Mrs. Kopernick came in to wake me in the morning I was alone in bed. It felt empty without her daughter Mary Jo beside me but I knew it was for the best. I was their house guest under difficult circumstances. I didn't want to have any trouble. I noticed though that a couple of buttons of Mrs. Kopernick's gown were undone and she had a big smile on her...