Teri’d just pulled into her driveway and got out of her car; I could tell she’d had a rough day at work, as I watched her walk laboriously to her front door, smiling to myself because I knew she’d soon need my talents. Teri is a great neighbor and wonderful friend; her great body and
This is a story that is based entirely on a true story from my past. Names and a few details have been changed to provide anonymity for those involved. Discretion is a precious commodity and is becoming rarer and rarer every day. I reached a way back to relive this story for everyone, I was
On Friday, Valentine’s Day, I went out with Tommy. I felt bad about Daddy, home alone. The last woman he’d slept with that I know of (besides me), was Mrs. Trefethen, who was married anyway. He said it didn’t matter, that Valentine’s didn’t mean anything to him, but I think he was just encouraging me
It was the end of the dry season in Sri Lanka and the pavement temperatures in Colombo soared to 35C. I had been walking all morning site seeing. My tee shirt hung, sweat wet and limp, my underpants were wringing wet. I was tired of being hassled by tuk tuk drivers and sidewalk vendors. I