*If you make one person happy, you save the World. Make a million people happy and you become a politician* (Thanks for Fortima's presence fixing so many of my mistaks (Oddly there is no sex in this chapter; just prepping for the next rollercoaster) (Yes, this tale is supposed to be somewhat humorous and outrageous too. While not always comedic, I'd lik...
Reggie's funeral was held the following Thursday and his body was laid to rest. Natasha suffered a new bout of grief as she reflected on what she had lost. That night, Natasha vowed to Vera that Reggie was her soul mate and she had lost all; so she was not going to have sex ever again. She would dedicate her upcoming musical career to his memory. Vera grimly...
I was walking in my front door after my evening with Jessi when my phone pinged. I expected it to be a text from the sexy little blonde, even though she had barely spoken to me before I left her apartment. Moments after our kiss, and her expression of concern about my impact on her life, Jessi had quickly withdrawn, both physical and emotionally. She had rol...
Love and Sex in the Time of the Coronavirus Spring 2020 "It is not a lack of love that drives most marriages apart, but a lack of trust." - Felix Francis in "Triple Crown," 2016 # "Paul, what the fuck is going on?" My wife rarely used profanities before the epidemic. A month of working daily fourteen-hour shifts as a nurse had strained even her Chri...
It was 1996 and I had just finished studying and completed my education. I was born and bred in a small town in New Zealand, a distant and exotic location for some, but I found it cold and boring. I graduated from university with a physiotherapy degree. The downside of my education was my student loan, which had ballooned to become larger than I'd anticipate...
"Are you ready yet Cassie?" "One minute, nearly done." Cassie picked up the plastic devil fork from the edge of her bed and angled it behind her head. She looked at herself in the full length mirror, tilted her head to one side and tapped her phone screen. The flash briefly lit her dim room and and she straightened up, looking at the selfie. "Oh god...I'm r...
Natasha Starikovich was a happy camper. As she turned nineteen years of age, she reflected on her satisfaction with her life. She could not be happier with her academic studies at Northwestern University, as she was thoroughly enjoying being a coed. She was maintaining a 3.75 GPA including non-music courses. She loved expanding her technical knowledge of m...
Kirstin walked into the department feeling on edge, her eyes scanning coworkers she passed by, looking for any smirks, raised eyebrows, quick avoiding glances, anything that might hint at Alan sharing the story of her humiliating experience at the warehouse. She almost bumped into people due to focusing her attention on listening rather than what was in fron...
This is Chapter Fourteen of The Lessons. If you haven't already done so, you are encouraged to read the earlier chapters to understand portions of this story. * * * * * * * Mr. Peters returned to his office toward the end of classes. It had been a long day. He had three classes and two committee meetings, plus a disconcerting discussion with Dean Jackson....
Taylor Ingold stood impassively surveying the arriving high school students. She wore her standard school-resource officer's togs: a white polo shirt with her department's badge silkscreened over her right tit, her too-tight cargo shorts and her black running shoes. Completing the ensemble, around her narrow waist she sported a nylon duty belt with a Beretta...