Lily gripped the end of her whip as she studied the man hunched on the stool before her. He was tall, unusual for her customers. Usually the pathetic worms she beat on were no more than five feet tall, thin shouldered and gaunt faced. She refused to touch them, but they begged to touch her. At twenty-five she had the body most girls couldn't get, even with s...
Passion In James County XIX: Family Affairs Chapter twenty-one Ricky heard about that Matt's parents had been killed in the plane crash near the end of the school day. The news upset him so much he did something he'd never done in all the years he'd been playing basketball; he signed out of school early headed home. He didn't care that he was missing pract...
Chelsea Manning had gotten out of a nice hot shower. She wrapped a long, extra wide towel around her body. Once Chelsea got into her room, she closed her door and stood in front of a mirror. Chelsea dropped her towel and gazed at her body. Chelsea was a beautiful African American girl. At 18, she had long black straight hair, large hazel eyes, a medium size...
She walks towards him, hips swaying slightly in the confident, provocative manner he knows so well. She is just 18, and still so inexperienced, despite her worldly-wise attitude and overdone make-up. She is trying so hard to look older, thinking that plastering her face is the way to do it, but she's still so naïve. She gives him the hard, cool look she seem...
In the movie, "Miss Congeniality," Miss Rhode Island is asked to describe her "idea of a perfect date." She infamously responds: "April 25th — because it's not too hot, not too cold. All you need is a light jacket!" I was going to St. Louis the weekend of April 25th to present a teacher in-service workshop. When I signed the contract over a year ago, I had...
I am a young Black man living in Boston. I grew up as a regular guy. By the time I was eighteen, I was over six feet tall and excelled at everything from basketball to football and wrestling. I was a pretty good student. My parents were hard-working poor black people and I wanted to make them proud by getting a good education and making something out of myse...
In Yorkshire. England. In the summer of 2014. Emma's first time. It was Emma's 18th Birthday. The sun shone in a clear blue sky. Birds sang. Not a breath of wind. The heat was stifling, especially as we don't usually get hot days here in Yorkshire. There was a big marquee on the manor lawn. The rock band were doing sound checks. I was in a foul mood. I b...
This is a real story from my life in music, if you like it I will add more. I was an 18 year old senior in high school and lead guitarist and vocalist in a good rock band that played at least four or five gigs a month locally, making good music and better money than we used to make cutting grass or washing cars. We were getting a rep as a good party band...
I signed up for a service that lets you put your name to a list of classmates, a few years ago. Filling out all the tedious information that is required. Finding my school, and adding my name to the long list of names. I looked through the endless list of names that once were my friends and peers. That was pretty much it for a few years. Then about a month...
"I'm leaving now, ma'am," Eileen told Arlene. "Are you sure you and Mr. Atherton don't want me to stop by tomorrow and cook some meals for you." "You have the weekend off Eileen," Arlene told the maid. "Enjoy yourself, spend some time with your daughter, take it easy. William and I will survive, I guarantee it." "You sure, ma'am?" the maid asked. "Get out...