I first met my wife, Jane, when we started at the same high school together. We became friends as a part of a large group. She was friendly and funny with the ability to make people laugh. She was also empathetic. She was the one who was always there when anyone felt down. When we all went out she wasn't the life of the party but she made sure everyone was...
(All characters depicted are 18 years of age or older) Mr. Wallace lined up all the girls against the wall for gym class. They slid their gym shorts down then put their hands on the wall. Their bare butts were pale, even the Latina and black girls in our class had pale butts, though they were more coppery than white. All the boys gathered close, ready to be...
This is the kind of reader Homer would like to "know." ***** A pretty and obviously affluent forty-something woman in a spankingly short maternity dress approached a short dark man in the Homer Vargas wing of an erotica bookstore. "My God! I can't believe it," she exclaimed. "You are ...you must be ... Homer Vargas!" "Now why would you say that?" the man...
A pretty and obviously affluent forty-something woman in a very short maternity dress approached the short, dark man in the Homer Vargas wing of an erotica bookstore. "My God! I can't believe it," she exclaims. "You must be ... you are ... Homer Vargas!" "What a daring surmise. Why do you think so?" "You look just like him." "Hmm, so I've been told." "Yo...
One of teacher of the student council was speaking on the phone with the principle. The teacher name was “Donald Smith” “Well there you go. I am confessing. I slept with my college student Tiffany and the little bitch now black mailing me. She been doing it for years Ms Henderson” Donald said talking on the phone “mmmmf” Ms Henderson said on the other end “W...
I met Denise my junior year in college. She was a cute brunette and a year behind me with a liberal arts major. I was in Vocational Education and wanted to be a counselor. By June of my senior year, she was three months pregnant. I guess the pill is only 90% effective. She didn't finished her last year. We were going to get married anyway, it just upped the...
"I had a lover's quarrel with the world." (Robert Frost) "It'll all be over by Christmas," that's what we said back in September 1939. Almost tragically comic when you look back; it wasn't over until May 1945 – if it's ever over. During that last summer before the war started I was teaching mathematics at St. Matthew's Public school. I had only recently...
Elizabeth stopped at the door to Clemmons High School. She was late, perhaps a statement of her emotional inertia, her reluctance, her bone-deep dread. The blunt doors were still painted the school colors, yellow and orange which still clashed with her yellow-blond hair. She left Keller five years ago, not all that long but still it seemed like forever. She...
Copyright Oggbashan October 2002 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. * * * * * I drove through the country lanes with the summer even...
Miles Williamson was a college professor at a small college in a small town in the northeast part of the United States. He was 32, stood 5'9", slightly overweight, had shoulder length brown hair and gorgeous brown eyes which were often hidden behind thick glasses. He was single, and generally was thought of to be rather stuffy by his students. They thought o...