“Do you remember me?”
Peter Dovzhenko turned from his seat in the sand, where he’d spent the last hour watching the waves rolling onto the beach, when he heard the smoky, Slavic-accented voice of a young woman behind him. He found her standing 5’3″, with dirty blonde, shoulder-length hair, her body lithe and fit like a gymnast’s, her tiny, turquoise bikini covering pert little A-cup breasts just big enough to hold.
She was 18, and while her body looked
Terry takes Alice’s smalls off the line.
Just a short story to create a giggle or two.
The rain was coming on and I ran out on my zimmer to get my clothes in. I was putting the peg basket away when I noticed that Alice the widow woman next door to me had some out too, so I went across and took hers off the line too. She came out with her washing basket just as I was finished.
‘Thank you Terry. You are so good to me.’
‘There you are love, when was the last time a guy
“Grandma, do you like our new uniforms?” Alyson exclaimed as she bounced down the staircase and spun around at the midpoint landing. Expressing her zeal with a quick spin on one foot, she allowed her grandmother to see her granddaughter’s new cheerleading outfit from all angles. The image was but a blur however, as the nineteen-year-old girl bounded down the remaining stairs, carrying her shoes and socks in one hand, and landed beside her on the sofa.
As a small plume of
I don’t quite remember when I started to become attracted to Jackie. When she first moved in, she was just another roommate, and I figured she’d be gone in a few months. But as the months wore on, we began hanging out quite a bit. That is, whenever her extremely jealous boyfriend wasn’t around. She wasn’t the best looking girl in the world. Then again, she wasn’t exactly ugly either. But it was those legs that first got me.
She was getting ready to go out jogging
Pulling off the motorway, Kath made her way along the slip-road, eventually coming to a halt in the hotel car-park. Digging her mobile phone from her pocket, she quickly typed out “At hotel” and pressed ‘Send’.
She didn’t have to wait long for a reply. “Traffic hellish. B abt 40 mins” came the response.
Kath smiled to herself. Much as she was looking forward to seeing Craig again and would have been happy if he’d been just behind her, this gave
Julie’s water broke at 3:00 a.m., and Luke’s day went more or less downhill from there. Despite April’s journey down the same canal a year and a half earlier and rigorous attendance at Lamaze classes, Julie’s cervix remained stuck at three centimeters for most of the day. At 4:00 p.m., when the baby’s heart began showing signs of stress, the exhausted mother-to-be was rushed to the OR for an emergency Caesarian, and Luke was left alone to prepare himself as best he
Booches was one of the most popular campus hangouts being only three blocks away from the large public university. It was a quiet bar where businessmen, students and professors felt equally at home. The
It all started in the summer of 1998, back in Cairns, Australia. Marriage is a fickle thing, and mine had fallen apart over perceived jealousy and the fact that she just wasn’t meant for me, or maybe I wasn’t meant for her. It didn’t really matter any more, she gathered her things on a Saturday morning, called her parents, they came to pick her up, and that was it. I never saw her again, and the only conversations I had were short and angry with her wanting nothing more to do
Karen and I had been chatting on the internet for months. We finally decided to meet. My house was too far away for her to drive to and she had family living at her place, so we agreed to meet at a hotel about a half hour from Karen’s house. I booked the room and