The season of hunting

THE SEASON OF HUNTING It is the spring, the season of my hunting, And I'm awaken from the winter doze, I'm a volcano which begins erupting, The smell of love fills my perceptive nose!.. I[…]

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How can i resist?

I know you still come and go. I can tell you are here, though your face you won’t show. Lurking about watching me. But I think this time you will really will leave. It’s a[…]

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The neighbor's

Intro: This is the second part in the series about my relationship with April , the neighbor's daughter . How she fell in love with me . How we had to keep the relationship secret[…]

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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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