The stock boy

"Almost finished, Zack," Judith asked, while the eighteen year old stock boy hefted a roll of roofing paper onto the shelf!?!" "Just about," he answered, "I've still have some paint to restock, but other than[…]

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Would you believe…?

I didn’t often talk about my life, because I knew people often had problems believing certain details even though I had been on several TV series which were often shown in reruns. It was true[…]

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On duty

I had only been on the job for a little over a year and already I was getting sick of it. It seemed like everyday was the same. I would go to a school, bust[…]

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Alone in the woods

I was deep in the forest and it was getting dark, light was running scarce. Only my red cloak and hood shielded me from the fierce cold. There was a crackle behind me, I couldn’t[…]

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Mandi part 3

It was Saturday. Finally I could see Mandi and her gorgeous body, oh those tits. I bit my lip as Ithought about her. Oh shit, what was I going to wear? I jumped up and[…]

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After the game

This is my first attempt at publishing the events of my life so constructive criticism is welcome but don’t be an ass. It was Friday night just after the football game. I had permission from[…]

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