What a good boy…Chapter 16

Chapter 16

I’m shaking still a little as I head out of the girls bathroom down to the game and I’m dressed in a pair of those tight high riding shorts that the team is wearing and one of their jersey’s and some sneakers and I head out to the playing field and watch the girls play and I’m yelling and cheering for them running along the side lines sometimes getting my mind off the whole WTF moment.

I mean Frank sexually assaulted me but when I fought back and took control it was like he just became someone else and that person wasn’t like anyone I’ve ever heard of before.

Knock, Knock

A second, a minute, an hour, a day goes by
I'm hoping, just to be, by your side
I'm turning, the handle, it wont open
Don't make me wait

A tale for the season. I know the contest cited was long-closed, but, to quote Doc Brown at the end of BACK TO THE FUTURE I, "I figured, what the hell."

The park is in dire need of a full-time jack-of-all-trades handyman to keep things running. The big problem will not be finding someone qualified, but finding someone who will accept the required changes...

This story was published earlier on the TG Fiction group and on FM. It should help understand some of the backgrounds of the characters and of the Beach.

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Covered Bridges-8.

Chapter 8

I’d like to say that John was the guy.

That guy that if you’re transgendered and straight you’ve been looking for, the guy that I guess that all girls are looking for and while john’s a really nice guy. Sweet and smart, soulful and artistic and just a really, really decent guy.

He’s not that guy.

He’s a good lover and he’s attentive and demanding both and he’s fun but I don’t know? It could be the fact that why there’s chemistry between us it’s like making supper or even a romantic meal he’s not the guy that takes my breath away.

And I know, I know that that person might actually not even exist out there for me but I’ve made my choices. I’m looking for that person. I want a life.

Hillbilly Love in the Computer Age (a translation)

by Jennifer Sue

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When I started this concept, my intent was to write the story in text messaging. Unfortunately, I don’t text so I was done before I started. The tale morphed into this.

If there are any authors out there conversant in texting, I encourage them to write a short texting story.

X-Why-Me…Chapter 8

Chapter 8

It was a few stares and a bit of quiet for the rest of the bus ride home. She got off the bus with Angie. She shouldered her backpack and started up the lane. Angie wasn’t too long coming up from behind huffing from trying to catch up.

“Hey…”

“Hey, how was you’re day?”

“Not as interesting as yours.”

“So you guys heard it too huh?”

“About how my sister’s a lesbian?”

Mister Nelson, reported missing for several days and suffering from Alzheimer’s disease, is found wandering around near the park. The old woman takes pity on the poor soul, caring for him in a way only she can.

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Hilbili Luv n da Cumptr Aag

buy Genfur Su

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Jun 10 9pm

Jerry Lee, u wont b leav wat ah dun 2 nite! Ah savd a qut gurl! She wer gona jump offa da brige 2 da rode rite n front o 1 o dem big dubl lung truks dat runs ona inrstaat! She wer stanyn ona wal dang neer da midl but ah run up n grabd er b4 she culd jump. She wer kryn n strugld a bit at furst but den hugd me sobyn er hart out. Da drez she wer waryn wer ript n bludy. Sum dum ass dun beet er up! Wen she wer dun kryn, ah axt who dun it 2 er. Sayd it wer er steppa! Ah tol er 2 call da sharf but she wont. She sayd she wont go bak hom eeder. Wen she tryd 2 get awae frum me ah held er tite n kizd er rite ona lips! It wer mah first kiz n ah got a bonr! Ah maid shur not 2 let er see it! N e wae ah tol er 2 cum hom wit me n she dun it!