Let’s see, I graduated high school in April of 1964, if I remember correctly. April of 1999 was my thirty fifth high school reunion. Had it really been that long? It didn’t feel like it but then again my memory ain’t what it used to be, to put it mildly. Since I had never made it to any of the other reunions, why should this one be any different? A phone call from my past was the answer to that one.
Sandy and I had dated in high school and afterwards, even though she went on to college and I went to work full time. The college was only about ninety miles away, so we saw each other most weekends and almost all holidays. The summers were the greatest and we were making plans for the rest of our lives, right down to the number of kids we wanted and where we would live. Read the rest of this entry »
“Letter from the author: This story is about a young man who dominates older vulnerable women. If you find this offensive please find another story. Comments are always welcome and e-mail feedback is always appreciated.
Goamz86″
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After being in the work force for over a year and hearing from all his friends how much fun they were having in college, Jake began to think about going to college. His parents couldn’t afford to pay for him to go, so he looked into financial aide. However, the thought of being in debt for years did not appeal to him. Once when he was visiting Penny, he mentioned his problem to her. She made him a proposition. She would pay for his college if he would agree to work summers at one of the companies her husband left her, and work for four years after graduation for her at a reduced salary. It was a win-win for her. She would get a college graduate for cheap, and it would guarantee Jake would be in debt to her and available for a long time. Read the rest of this entry »
“This is the latest in The Lessons series. Among the five new stories I have submitted, this is the only one that is clearly within the original theme of The Lessons. I have classified it within the Mature theme (May/December) but there is also a theme of submission and a bit of spanking. I don’t know if I should give that away but I did want to warn those who don’t like that type of story. Please note that the titles for the other four make no reference to “The Lessons.” I will be happy to continue to provide stories within the actual Lessons theme; your feedback will be helpful in reaching this decision. In any case, I do hope you like this one!” Read the rest of this entry »
Jocelyn’s apartment was exactly what I asked Mrs White not to put in, all glass and chrome, good for show but not for comfort, but then that was her profession, practicality negative, show plus, plus.
She wasted no time starting to undress, right on entry, she threw the jacket thing she was wearing on a chair and started unbuttoning her blouse as she made down the left passageway. Her bedroom was nothing fancy; practical for sleeping nothing else I would class it.
She turned on entering and wrapped her arms or should I say her whole body round me and almost engulfed me with her passion. Read the rest of this entry »
“This makes no sense.”
“I know.”
“None whatsoever.”
“But it should.”
“It really should.”
“Then why doesn’t it?”
“No clue.”
The three girls looked at each other one more time, then down at the notes and books spread between them, back at each other, back down, then sighed, almost perfectly in unison. They were trapped on the third floor of the university library, surrounded by a vast amount of knowledge on the topic of accounting, and yet they could not get it together. The series of problems that constituted their take home test was the Gordian Knot, and they lacked the sword to cut it. Read the rest of this entry »
“Hi Gang. Chapter 8 and those that may follow are the direct result of your voting, feedback and encouragement. It seems that there are some ‘hardcore’ fans of this series and as long as you keep up the encouragement, the Bobby character will try to keep it up too. Please remember to vote when you have finished the story. Take care and be well. ”
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I pulled my Mustang into the driveway and noticed that Mom’s car was gone. She must have run out for a few minutes. I put away the few groceries I had picked up at Safeway and headed to the bathroom to take a shower. I ducked into my room to grab my bathrobe and suddenly felt very tired. I was totally wiped and my bed looked too damned inviting. I figured I had time to bag out for a few minutes before I had to get ready for dinner and besides, Mom wasn’t even home yet. I crashed on the bed to shut my eyes for a few minutes and quickly fell into a deep sleep. Read the rest of this entry »
