Author's note My apologies for the delay on this. I'm not sure I have a good excuse for the delay. Sometimes life and work take a bigger toll on us than we would like to admit. I want to thank everyone for their support in comments and votes so far. I hope this chapter continues to please. As to the future, my original outline for this story has at least tw...
I'm a square. Always was. Sometimes I wish I was looser, wilder, but most of the time I'm content with what I am. I was born in a relatively small town in Pennsylvania. My Father died when I was in second grade. My mother never re-married and raised my four older sisters, my younger brother and me. We all went to church . We all went to college. I had plent...
*Note to readers: Rainier School is a habilitation center for individuals with developmental disabilities located within the city limits of Buckley, Washington. It serves those whose mental disabilities are so severe they can't live at home. ***** "I told you before the answer is no, Jill." "I don't understand. You're the reason I no longer believe in my...
It was 4:12 in the afternoon and, thankfully, it was not quite rush hour yet. Apart from a chattering group of performing arts kids clogging the back of the car with their collective musical instruments and cases, Darren Jemison had the train to himself. And that was fine with him. Thanks to Mandy, the overzealous (and under-practiced) new dental hygienist,...
CHAPTER FOUR: The Price of Deception? An In School Correction! I made sure to be prompt, early even, for my correction, pushing through the hallway crowds with much more determination than I ever showed toward mere schoolwork. I knew well enough that if I resisted, Mrs. Harley would track me down and have me brought to her, but the funny thing was that afte...
WEEK NINE – ALLOWING SPONTANEITY You are complete, yes, you are your own. We do not belong together... I was off to a good start; and I knew it. I could feel it. You are complete, just you all alone. I am unfinished, I am diminished...with or without you. We do not belong together...and we should have belonged together. What made it so right together is w...
I step out onto my patio with the first drink of the day in my hand, a Jack and Coke to get some caffeine in my system and start the warm up for a Saturday night. I watch my black 4-Runner for tell-tale signs of Lisa. She's still curled up half naked in the back under the roll top cover. Been there all day. The sun is as low as my two hanging ferns, so it...
Carl Joliet had been an avid film buff. It might have been one of the reasons he'd courted and married Jenny James: though she was a simple girl from a simple family she'd reminded him of Jayne Mansfield, and that, some people thought, was reason enough for him. They had been quite happy together, and in the fifth year of their marriage Jenny had given birth...
CHAPTER 1 As usual on fine days, Carrie Young went into Memorial Square where the first European settlers of Carlton Green were remembered with a bronze statue of a man and woman, with a young girl holding the woman's hand, standing close together and looking into the distance and smiling. Although the plaque below said the figures were representative, Car...
"Smokey And The Merry Girls" (part 1) ***** Welcome once more, friends, to the roll call of my lovely lesbian ladies. Mid-February 2016, I introduced my fiftieth gal-loving gal (not counting bisexuals. So if there're any Smokey ladies you notice are not included in this review series and are wondering why, it's most likely because they're bi). That's fifty...