Library of Love

For three days Rebecca had arrived at her isolated table in the huge campus library to find a single rose with a note attached. “Miss Rebecca… My lady of the Aisles of European Poetry… my love… it is so lovely to see you each day as you peer over the forgotten volumes and tomes of

Messy Surprise

Our heroine gets a sundae dumped in her lap and the next day ends up fully dressed in a tub of maple syrup. If this dosen’t amuse you, don’t read this. I was out for my first date with Cheryl. She has shoulder length permed brown hair and dark eyes. Tonight she wore a white

A Snowy Night

Bill and Cheryl had been dating casually for over a year. They had met during their last year of high school, though they had gone to different schools and met only because of a regional function. They wound up attending the same college, though that was more the product of chance than choice. They dated