This is Tim Anderson again, writing from our motor home, or as I'm beginning to think of it, The Pleasure Bus. To recap, my wife Tina and I are spending our summer vacation taking a tour of western theme parks with our 18 year old daughter Rikki and her college roommate Jenny, also 18. Chapter one saw Jenny begin to weave her spell over my daughter and me,...
I was forty years old when I had my mid-life crisis. My wife and I got divorced. I was a mess. I felt like a failure, like I had wasted my life and that no-one could want me. I was depressed so my thinking wasn't clear. I just felt. And my feelings were that I had somehow become irrelevant My wife and I had married young, she got pregnant with our first da...
It was just after seven and the late winter sky was darkening. It was nice to have more daylight by this time of year, if only it would warm up a little! I walked up to the door of the side split house and rang the doorbell. I heard footsteps and then the door opened revealing Jayne smiling. I smiled back at the lovely girl and entered the front hall. "How...
Prologue "Remember," he used to say, patting my head as I studied at the kitchen table, "context is everything. Everything you study in school and life is nothing but a collection of meaningless facts unless you know the stories that surround it. Context puts the leaves on trees and the sun in the sky. It is the bad breakfast that re-writes history, the bus...
I had sold a run-down house to Cory Tomas a few years ago. He is about forty-five, is a local truck driver, has a big beer belly, is a good poker player and seems to be a good father to his pre-teen kids when they stay with him every other weekend. Of course I also know his financial situation, but other than those things, I only know that he always seems to...
CHANDLER LANGSATALE'S REC ROOM/CIGAR BAR, JUNE, 1979... "You really wanna do this?" Kat asked with a cocky grin. "I think it's the only chance I have of ever seeing those Grand Tetons of yours," the Wyoming-born Chandler said desperately with a smile. She giggled. "Okay, then, gentlemen," Kat announced, beginning to deal the deck with tremendous zeal....
Wife must do whatever her husband wants. Husband beats his wife at poker and she must do whatever he wants her to do, whenever he wants her to do it. "Well, that's it. I win and you lose our little Nude Day bet," said Robert to his wife, Donna, with a big ear to ear grin. "Better luck next time, when we make another bet on Labor Day," he said with a laugh....
Strip poker is a classic game, and for good reason. It can be a slightly risqué party game (try playing a round of old-fashioned Spin the Bottle after every winning hand) or the perfect way to set up a long night of affection between, or among, consenting adults. Watching someone else take off a piece of clothing every few minutes can be a great tension-buil...
That night, Jill arrived home later than usual as one of her daughters remembered a last minute project that called for posterboards and other arts and craft items. Obviously most of the students in the area had similar assignments as the school supplies shelves in most stores were bare and it wasn't until the 6th store that she finished finding the requisit...
Her arthritic aged hands reach feebly toward the pink box. “Thank you hun, you’re such a sweetheart,“ Grandma Wendy says. “Welcome Gammie,“ Lisa replies as she twiddles her fingers in preparation to tear into a gift of her own. My wife stands there focused as a hawk with camera in hand. She waits for the perfect Kodak moment to pop up. I am not here right...