A boy, or a girl? part 5

this is an /> Have you been giving her the drugs regularly? Yes, morning and night. Are the mental drugs working? You mean the physiographic inhibitors? Yes, what about the hormonal pills, are they working?[…]

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The way to school

The morning started like another, Jessie got up at around 6 to go to school. She showered like she did every morning, she dressed like she did every morning, she checked her backpack and went[…]

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Race car widows

Alicia strolled along the tree-covered avenue enjoying the afternoon heat and sunshine. North Carolina was wonderful in the summer, hot, but not too hot. She was still amazed at all the greenery. There hadn't been[…]

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Cafe l'amour

Cafe L'Amour. What a stupid name for a coffee shop in the middle of Bumfuck Egypt. Ok, more like Northern Montana, but close enough. Either way, some fancy sounding French cafe had no place there,[…]

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The janitor,

The Janitor Chapter one. Gwen picked up the mail from the mat, closed the front door behind with her foot and flicked the switch, turning on the main light. She dropped her coat over the[…]

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Last chance….chapter 3

This is not a stroke story. It's an emotionally painful romance. The only sex that approaches explicit is phone sex. Chapter 3: The second Tuesday Photos arrive: Tuesday morning I called my shrink and made[…]

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One more time

*DING DONG* I could hear the doorbell echoing in the hall; I waited impatiently bouncing on the doorstep to Drew's home… Finally the door opened, it was his mother. She looked me up and down,[…]

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Helping hands

Sunday morning, the phone rang. It was Alicia, the lady next door “Hey, Mike,” she said. “Do you know anything about DVD /> “A little bit,” I said. “How come?” not working,” she said. “I[…]

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