Jolina and me

Jolina and me She was 12 when I first saw her. She was with her dad, a handsome man. Very handsome to be completely honest. But handsome guys had their downside. They were men, and[…]

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Happy birthday- part 1

I opened the door to welcome our guests. Jan and Tim walked inside. “Hi Ben” they chimed in unison. “Is the birthday girl awake?” “Oh yeah” I smiled, had our morning breakfast and a couple[…]

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Potty girls

As Mrs. Allen droned on about the Revolutionary War, the twelve eighteen year old female students in her senior high American History class took mandatory sips from bottles filled with juice, water, or some other[…]

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