It was fairly easy to notice that Mrs. Graham, our high school senior teacher, was constantly looking at the black boys crotches in class. The only problem was she finally looked at the wrong one. Mine. I stayed after the other students left class that evening to test my theory. She didn’t notice as I
I never thought I’d get pregnant. I’d been trying with my husband for almost three years when new neighbors moved in across the street and we invited them over that fateful evening. John and Kristine were your average looking couple, he was nice enough looking that — in my mind’s eye — I had him
It took only a second for me to recognize her at the other end of the bar, because she looked the same, even though I hadn’t seen her for 20 years. I felt a stirring at my crotch, and it made me laugh to myself. Catherine was turning me on as if I were still
Alison always felt safe going back to work in the afternoons. She was a teacher in a school that was safe. The students, she thought, all liked her. The janitors were always around and the school had no problems. She had no idea that this day would be different. As she walked into her classroom,
Marshall blinked in the bright light, shut his eyes, then opened them and slowly lifted his head. All he saw was blue and white. He was in a room with white walls and a blue floor, and he was lying on the floor. It didn’t feel like a floor because it was soft and springy.