“I don’t know how you boys can watch a game as lopsided as this one,” Melody Ward declared as she picked up around the little buffet she set up for her husband and his friends every Monday night when they would gather for football.
“You never can tell in football. That’s what’s great about the game – wait – I’ll get that babe,” Jack Ward told his wife, and unlike most times she nodded and just grabbed the empty dip bowl to bring
My freshman year at college was one total nightmare. Not the school or the classes, the dorm rooms at night. I was subjected to such outrageous treatment that I’m not sure I ever completely recovered.
I’m from a small town and had never even been in as big a city as Austin. I was very excited, though. It was something I had planned on all my life. I had not done well socially in high school. The girls had all been in their little cliques and ignored me most of the time, when they
Doctor Charlotte Preston sat in her dark grey wingback chair and quietly tapped her pen against her folio papers as her client rattled on about his latest setbacks, as he saw them. She had been trying to concentrate all day with little success, Jackson was coming in for his appointment right after lunch and she could barely contain herself.
Charlie flushed a deep scarlet when thoughts of Jackson entered her mind, which nowadays was all too frequently and her case load was starting to suffer.
Being away on business for a week had been relaxing. Ever since that night in the hotel where Ken had been watched by over 400 people on his IM, his free time had been very active, to say the least. His sister-in-law, Connie, who had watched had arranged a gathering with some of her friends. She had invited a girlfriend and her husband to join them. That next weekend he had shown up at her house to meet them. When she opened the door he found her in just garters, panties and a sexy bra.
She had
My wife and I left the winters cold up north to spend ten days down in the Bahamas. As usual, our flight was a total disaster, between the wait in long lines and being held up at the gate, waiting for a connecting flight. By the time we arrived almost three hours late and a day wasted on the beach, we gathered our bags, hailed a cab and checked into our hotel.
My wife, by this point did not want anything to do with the beach, bars or me. So this not being a foreign place to us, as we venture
“Call the boy!” He said as he passed her on the way to the shower. Her friend from college, (a former and still occasional lover, or at least a fine distraction) had been visiting for a few days, and all she had done in that time was ponder and procrastinate over calling her latest interest; he was tired of hearing it. Not that he minded another male getting her attention, there was plenty to go around, but he hated to hear her talk herself out of things.
“But…you
You sit there bending over your work, and then you stretch, you lean back on the sofa with your arms behind your head and fluff up your hair, and I see your nipples jutting out in excitement through your bra, through your shirt, and then you say,
“I must make some tea,” you leave the room. I pause. Mustn’t leave too soon after you, the two events aren’t connected. Some day she will notice, but if I’m careful, not today.
“Must have a pee,” I announce to
When I met Don; my husband to be in five months I had been a widow of four years. Don had been a single father for nearly a year. I had a son age thirteen and Don had a son age fourteen. So when we met I think we both were looking for a partner and welcomed the idea of marriage for the second time.
Walter my son is a bright boy, not a big boy for his age but a solidly built dark haired blue eyed handsome kid. Daryl Don’s son is one year older but far wiser then Walter in the ways of the world.
I struggled not to run home from school. It would arrive and day now and just the thought caused my heartbeat to quicken. Typically I got the mail before my mother, so I was not too concerned that she might discover it. If she did, I had a good excuse prepared, a reaction which I had practiced many times, for why an 18-year old boy would receive such a thing.
As I approached our large gated home I saw that her car was not in the driveway. I saw, too, that the mailbox was full. And peeking out