The oldest dance

The Oldest Dance Sylvia Mills would not have expected as dull a person as Kevin Dooley was to know about a spot as interesting as this one was. Like a lot of dance places, the[…]

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Lets……

…..She finally couldn’t take anymore. All the temptation, flirting, touching, kissing and anticipation had gotten to her. …..Jerri, my daughter, was young when her urges happened the first time. …..I remember she stood up on[…]

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Jerry's mom

Up until this summer, Jerry and I were best friends. Some of our friends figure that we got into a fight. But me, Jerry, and his mom are the only ones that know what truly[…]

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Sonya' siren song

It was late summer, on a Friday afternoon, after a long week, as I turned into my driveway, and there was Sonya, playing a solo game of basketball with the hoop over the garage door.[…]

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New collage

I arrived at my room. My name is James. I was 19 when I started my term at tarneh collage. I was lucky to get in to this collage. This was because there was only[…]

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Kelsey's dance

The last dance of the school year was almost over. I looked around the gym…dark lights, crepe paper streamers, kids huddled in close, sweet embraces. I was more interested in who was dancing with who[…]

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Queer

QUEER Kevin transferred to our school from California in the Venice/Santa Monica area. The first thing I noticed about him was how he had those chiseled good looks that made me think of Keanu Reeves[…]

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