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The next morning after breakfast, Sarah settled into a comfortable chair and resumed her sewing. As she worked, she kept thinking about the previous night. The way Brian had taunted and tormented her, purposefully provoking her was so different than other times when he had been sweet, tender and caring. She couldn’t figure out which side of him was the real Brian. She was finishing the last set of curtains when Liam walked in the door.

‘I ripped my breeches,’ he said with a grimace. There was a long tear on the outside of his thigh.

‘Did you cut yourself?’ Sarah asked, setting her sewing aside.

‘No, I just caught the cloth on a nail,’ he said, walking toward his room. ‘I came to change clothes.’

‘Bring the torn ones to me, and I’ll mend them for you,’ she called after him.

When Liam returned, he handed her the torn breeches with a smile. ‘Thanks, Sarah. I’m no good with a needle and thread.’

‘I don’t mind at all,’ she said, returning his smile.

Liam noticed something in her expression, and he tilted his head to one side, studying her. ‘Are you alright? You look a bit bothered.’

Sarah laughed to ease his concern. ‘I’m fine. I was just thinking about Brian.’ A delicate blush colored her cheeks when she saw Liam’s grin. ‘I can’t quite decide whether he’s a devil or a saint.’

Liam laughed outright, shaking his head. ‘You’ll never be able to decide that, Sarah. Brian’s definitely a bit of both.’

‘Tell me about him,’ she said. ‘What was he like when you were growing up?’

‘Hmmm,’ Liam said, sitting in the other chair. ‘Brian has always been a free spirit. It’s nearly impossible to pin him down or make him do what he doesn’t want to do. He’s always had a wild streak a mile wide, as Pa would say. He used to do things on purpose, things he knew were going to get him into trouble. I could swear sometimes, he liked to provoke Pa’s temper just to prove he could. And he did the same with me and Aidan, still does as a matter of fact. He will pick and prod until we jump on him, punching and yelling. Then, he just laughs because he made us so mad.’

‘That sounds like Brian,’ Sarah said ruefully, thinking about how he had provoked her temper by calling her crude names.

‘Mama used to say he did it because he needed to release his pent up feelings. He’s never been too good at expressing his feelings. I think Mama always understood him better than anyone. She used to tell Pa that Brian had no choice but to be naughty sometimes. She said that even if it wasn’t in his nature, being the middle child, it was the only way he could get the attention he needed.’

‘What do you mean?’ Sarah asked with a frown.

Liam shrugged. ‘Aidan was always so responsible and good, he never had any trouble winning our parents’ approval and praise.’ Liam gave her a conspiratorial wink, ‘And of course, I got my share of attention because I was the baby. I guess Brian must have felt like he could never compete with his brothers, so he might as well do whatever he wanted and to hell with the consequences. His devil-may-care attitude got him into plenty of hot water with Pa over the years.’

‘Do you think he resents you and Aidan?’ Sarah asked quietly.

Liam laughed at the suggestion. ‘No. He thinks the world of both of us. That cabin we built for Aidan was Brian’s idea. He wanted to surprise our brother.’ Liam smiled at her. ‘Brian is a romantic at heart, although he doesn’t like others to know it. In fact, he’ll tease and torment you, drive you crazy with anger just to cover up his softer emotions.’

‘Hmmm,’ Sarah said with a thoughtful frown, ‘I can easily believe that.’

Liam looked at her and smiled. ‘Still, whenever I’m in trouble, there’s no one I’d rather have beside me than Brian.’

‘So you trust him?’ Sarah asked.

‘I’d trust Brian with anything, whether it was my most prized possession or my life. He can’t stand to see anyone hurt. In fact, when we were boys, I remember one time in particular. Brian took the blame for something I had done, and Pa took him outside to tan his backside. I confessed to Mama and asked her to make Pa stop. I remember she just shook her head and sighed. She said I should leave it alone, that Brian would rather take a whipping himself than to see me get one.’

‘That doesn’t sound very fair,’ Sarah said. ‘Did that happen often?’

‘No,’ Liam said, shaking his head with a grimace. ‘I learned a hard lesson that day, watching Brian get spanked and knowing I was to blame. I never let that happen again.’

‘Sounds like you love Brian as much as he loves you,’ Sarah said with a soft smile.

‘It’s impossible not to love Brian. He can be maddening, always playing wicked pranks and then laughing at you when you fall for them. But underneath, he has the most loyal and kind heart. If you’ve given him your heart, you can trust that he will never break it. He’ll do everything in his power to keep you safe and happy.’ He gave Sarah a grin. ‘Does that ease your mind?’

Sarah blushed again, realizing that Liam knew more about her feelings for Brian than she had thought. ‘Yes it does. Thank you, Liam.’

‘My pleasure,’ Liam said as he rose from the chair. He went to the door and paused, sending her one more grin. ‘Oh and by the way, there’s one more thing you should know about Brian. He only torments the people he loves the most. If he’s been driving you crazy, you can be assured that he truly cares about you.’

‘That’s not very comforting,’ Sarah said with a laugh.

‘Mama always told Pa that the right woman would bring him to heel someday. I’m convinced you’re the one she had in mind.’

Liam left before Sarah could answer, and she sank back against the chair with a sigh. She thought about everything he had told her, replaying Brian’s actions in her mind. She began to see him in an entirely different light. He had the devil’s handsome looks, and he certainly had the devil’s charm. Sarah smiled secretively as she nibbled on her fingertips. Still, she knew he would always love his angel, even if he did like to singe her wings.

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Brian gave Liam a questioning glance as he drove the last nail into a window frame. ‘What took you so long?’ he asked, stepping back to inspect his work.

‘I was just talking with Sarah,’ Liam said. He flashed his brother a grin. ‘She was asking about you. I got the impression you’ve been up to your usual tricks, tormenting the poor girl in some way or other. Seems she can’t decide what to think about you.’

Brian frowned thoughtfully. He had gone pretty far with teasing Sarah. The sight of her, so outraged and furious, had only made him want to provoke her more. She had looked so damned beautiful, he just hadn’t been able to stop himself. He hoped he hadn’t really hurt her feelings.

‘Did she seem upset?’ Brian asked carefully.

Liam shrugged. ‘Not really. I think she just wanted to know that you aren’t going to hurt her.’

‘What did you tell her?’ he asked.

‘I told her that if she knew what was good for her, she would run like the devil himself was nipping at her heels.’ When Brian glared at him, Liam laughed. ‘You can dish it out, but you can’t take it, huh Brian?’

Realizing that Liam was only teasing him, Brian relaxed. ‘What did you really tell her?’

‘I told her all about you. I told her that beneath your wicked exterior, you have a heart of gold. I told her that she’s the perfect woman for you.’

‘You talk too much,’ Brian grumbled, ‘but you’re right. She is the woman for me. It’s driving me crazy that I can’t do anything to help her regain her memory so that we can prove she isn’t a murderer.’

‘She hasn’t remembered anything else about her past?’

‘Not other than what I’ve already told you. I can’t stand waiting around. What if her memory never comes back? I can’t keep her hidden here forever.’

‘Give it some time, Brian. Her memory has b
een coming back in dribs and drabs. There’s no reason to think that won’t continue. For now, she’s safe.’ Liam gave his brother a grin and raised a mocking brow. ‘At least, she’s safe from everybody except you. That’s an entirely different story.’

*********

Sarah was making another batch of hot rolls when Brian came through the front door. She had just turned the dough out on the kitchen table and had begun to knead it before separating it into buns. She paused, giving Brian a glorious smile of welcome, and he breathed a sigh of relief, seeing that she wasn’t upset with him.

‘You’re early,’ she exclaimed. ‘I won’t have lunch ready for at least another half an hour.’

Brian leaned back against the door, enjoying the sight of his angel. Her sleeves were rolled up to keep them clean, and she looked so prim and proper with a dish towel tied around her waist as an apron. No one would ever guess from looking at her that she shared his darker passions.

He pushed away from the door, prowling toward her with a glint of mischief in his eyes. He embraced her from behind, gripping her waist as he trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses down the side of her neck.

‘We finished the cabin. All that’s left to do is move Naomi and Aidan’s things in and hang the curtains you made.’

‘You two must be hungry then,’ Sarah said, breathless from his kisses. ‘Just let me finish these rolls. I’ll try to hurry so I can start on lunch.’

‘Take your time,’ Brian murmured, nibbling her earlobe. ‘I don’t want you to rush the bread. You know how much I love your hot rolls.’

As he said it, he slid his hands up to cup her breasts. He kneaded them, chuckling when Sarah gasped.

‘Brian! Stop that. Liam could walk in at any minute and see you.’

‘Mmmm,’ Brian agreed, squeezing her nipples in his fingers. ‘He could.’

Brian didn’t seem the least bit concerned, as he continued to play with her breasts and explore her neck. Sarah was not so blasé about the possibility of being caught, and she squirmed in his arms, trying to make him remove his hands.

‘Brian, stop that. I mean it!’ she hissed.

‘Why, Sarah? Are you afraid Liam might find out what a passionate little angel you are?’ Brian easily resisted the pull of her hands on his wrists as he continued to knead her breasts. ‘He would take one look at your hard little nipples and know that you loved what I’m doing to you.’

Sarah groaned in frustration. ‘You’re making me get flour on my bodice. Stop it, I say!’

‘Then keep your hands on the table, where they belong,’ Brian murmured.

Realizing that her angry protests weren’t having the desired effect, Sarah flashed him a pleading look. ‘Please, Brian. Leave my breasts alone before Liam comes in and sees what you’re doing.’

Brian shrugged and released her nipples. ‘Alright, if you insist.’

Sarah was about to breathe a sigh of relief when she felt him pulling up the back of her skirt. Her eyes widened with alarm. ‘Brian! What are you doing?’

‘You said to leave your breasts alone, so I’m going to play with the rest of you.’

He tucked the hem of her skirt into the dish towel around her waist, leaving her entire backside exposed. Sarah gasped and reached to release her skirt, but she groaned because her hands were covered in sticky dough.

‘Put my skirt down!’ she wailed.

‘I don’t want to,’ Brian said with a grin.

He held her still with an arm around her waist while he caressed her bottom. Even through her pantalets, the heat of his palm seared her skin. Sarah felt her cheeks flood with color. She again tried to reach her skirt to pull it down, despite the fact that her fingers were coated with flour and sticky dough.

‘You’re going to make me get my skirt dirty,’ she groaned.

Brian grasped her wrists and plunged them into the dough on the table. ‘Then keep them on the table, where they belong.’

His breath was hot against her ear, and his voice was firm and commanding. He released her wrists and resumed his wicked caresses.

‘Brian,’ she gasped. Her voice was beginning to rise in panic. ‘Brian, you can’t do this. Liam is going to walk through that door any second, and he’ll see me in my pantalets!’

‘I wouldn’t want that,’ Brian murmured. ‘Let’s take them off.’

He tugged the drawstring loose and her pantalets dropped into a puddle around her ankles. Sarah gasped, blushing even brighter red. She started to reach for them, and Brian slapped her hard on the bottom, leaving a large red imprint of his hand on her ivory skin.

‘Brian!’ she shrieked. Her eyes were as wide as saucers as she stared at him in astonishment.

‘I said to keep your hands on the table, where they belong. Move them again, and you’ll get another spanking.’

Brian’s voice was hard and uncompromising and Sarah gaped at him. She was beginning to panic, because he showed no signs of stopping his wicked play. She was mortified that Liam would open the door any moment.

‘Brian, that’s enough!’ She began to reach for her pantalets. ‘I’m not going to stand here and let you…Ouch!’ Brian landed an equally hard slap on the opposite side of her bottom, and she squealed. ‘That hurts!’ she gasped. ‘How dare you…ouch!’

Brian began spanking her in earnest, smiling as she squirmed and squealed. He held her easily, pinned against the table with one arm around her waist as he paddled her bottom until it was red and fiery hot to the touch. She struggled for all she was worth, raining curses on his head as she threatened him with retribution. Brian only spanked her harder. He kept on until she stopped struggling. She cried softly, yelping each time he landed another hard slap on her burning bottom. When he judged her to be suitably subdued, he smoothed his hand over her bottom, soothing the blistered globes with calming strokes.

‘That’s better,’ he growled in her ear. ‘Now keep your hands where they belong, and I won’t have to spank you anymore.’

‘You’re a brute,’ she whined. ‘I can’t believe you’re doing this.’

Brian grinned, still stroking her bottom. ‘Sarah, you know how much I love your hot rolls.’ He gave her sore bottom a squeeze, chuckling when she yelped from the pain. ‘And there’s nothing better than a fresh hot bun with butter.’

He reached around her and smeared his fingers into the pot of butter on the table, lifting a large glob and showing it to her. Sarah’s eyes widened and she gulped.

‘Mmmm,’ he purred, smearing the butter onto her bottom while she squirmed and whined. When he had covered her entire ass with greasy butter, he grinned. ‘That looks absolutely mouthwatering.’

‘What are you doing?’ she gasped, twisting to see over her shoulder.

Brian knelt down behind her and began licking the globes of her bottom. His tongue was both delightfully soothing and sinfully stimulating as he licked every inch of her burning bottom. Sarah moaned. She was torn between the pleasure he was forcing on her and the fear of being caught. She clutched her fingers into the sticky dough and squeezed her eyes shut, trying to ignore the throbbing in her pussy. She sobbed, thinking that she couldn’t resist for much longer, and she had to make Brian stop.

‘Please Brian. Please, I’m begging you. Liam is going to catch us. You have to stop, please.’

Brian ignored her and kept lapping the butter off her behind. He savored every inch of her delectable bottom, laving her with firm strokes of his tongue.

‘Brian, please,’ she sobbed. ‘Please stop.’

‘I’ll make you a deal,’ Brian murmured, still licking her bottom. ‘If your pussy is dry, I’ll stop. If it’s wet, I’ll continue.’

Sarah sobbed in earnest, knowing very well that her pussy was sopping wet. She could feel the folds throbbing and aching and the trickle of fluid running down her inner thighs. She tried to keep her legs squeezed together when Brian inserted a hand and nudged gently. He slapped her b
ottom, and she jerked, loosening her thighs. He held her pantalets down with his knee and pressed her thighs open, forcing her to step out of her underwear. She moaned, knowing that her pussy was fully exposed.

‘What do we have here?’ Brian asked with a wicked chuckle. He stroked her pussy, laughing again when her copious fluid began to run down his fingers. ‘There’s gravy to go with the rolls.’

Sarah’s face felt like it was on fire with the heat of her blush. She tried to clench her thighs together again. Brian gave her bottom an especially hard slap, and she yelped. He met her eye and gave her a pointed stare, raising a menacing brow. She faced the table, gulped again and spread her legs, opening them even wider than before when he prompted her with his hand.

‘That’s better,’ he sighed. ‘Open those thighs nice and wide, angel. I want a taste of this delicious sauce.’

He slowly ran his tongue the full length of her slit, moaning his pleasure as he tasted her. Sarah had never felt more embarrassed or more aroused. She gasped, curling her toes as she tried to resist his wicked temptation. He must be the devil, she thought wildly. Only Satan himself could make her feel so wanton and reckless. With every swipe of his tongue along her pussy, she was growing less concerned with getting caught and more concerned with reaching her climax.

Brian tortured her, nibbling at her clit and probing her with his hot tongue. He grinned as he listened to her panting breaths and desperate moans. He probed her with two broad fingers, finding and stroking her most sensitive inner spot. She sobbed, arching against his hand as he toyed with her. When he had her writhing above him, begging for release, he suckled hard on her clit and pressed his fingers against the vulnerable bundle of nerves inside her. She shattered, screaming her pleasure as she slumped over the table.

Brian smiled, bestowing a fond kiss on her quivering pussy before he straightened to his feet behind her. He unbuttoned his breeches, freeing his aching cock as he waited for her to catch her breath. He reached around her, cupping her breasts once more.

Sarah gasped from the heat of his erection pressing into the crack of her bottom. ‘Brian,’ she pleaded, ‘I know you aren’t going to stop, but could you please hurry? I would die if Liam walks in and sees us like this.’ Her voice shook with her distress.

‘I don’t want to hurry, my angel.’

As Brian said the words, he began unbuttoning her bodice, stopping when he was halfway to her waist. He started on the buttons of her chemise, and Sarah squeezed her eyes shut with a pained groan.

‘I can’t believe you’re doing this,’ she sobbed. ‘Do you want your brother to catch us like this?’

‘If he’s going to catch us, he might as well see everything,’ Brian said.

He pulled her dress and chemise down around her upper arms, trapping them close against her sides. Her naked breasts popped free as if they were dying to be released. Sarah glanced down at her pouting nipples and she groaned again. She could imagine how wanton and shameless she looked, but she knew there was no way to make Brian stop.

‘Brian, please just hurry up and finish. I’m begging you.’

‘Do you really want me to hurry, my angel?’

‘Yes! Yes, please,’ she cried.

‘Because I was planning to take you nice and slow,’ Brian murmured.

He moistened the tip of his cock and pressed into her, taking an eternity to reach her depths. The slowness of the penetration made Sarah feel every inch of his erection as he shoved himself inside her. She released a guttural moan of pleasure and he grinned. He grasped both of her breasts and began to stroke, twisting hard on her nipples as he probed her with leisurely, deep thrusts. Sarah moaned again, bracing her hands on the table and pressing her bottom back against him.

‘I was planning to wallow in your luscious tight pussy,’ he growled in her ear. ‘I was planning to show you that there are other ways I can claim your sweet body other than fast…and hard…and deep.’

He punctuated each of the words with an agonizingly slow thrust. Sarah shuddered from the pleasure of it. She could feel every ridge on his cock as he probed her with relentless repetition. She mewled, tilting her hips backward to allow him to penetrate even deeper into her hungry pussy. Each time he retreated, she held her breath, desperate for him to plunge inside her again. Each time he did so, she moaned with relief, clutching him with her inner muscles to keep him from leaving her.

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This is the most seriously autobiographical telling of my first marriage. There are fictional aspects to it, but this one is close to the mark. This is my first foray into cheating stories; there may be a couple more. Not a stroke story by any means. I can recall the moment I found out my marriage was a lie. It was a little thing, an overheard comment; yet it crystallized everything in an instant, so many little facts spread out over fifteen years of courtship and marriage. It was all so...

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Catherine Emerson met Tom Quimby quite by accident one afternoon when he sat down on the park bench across from her in Rittenhouse Square. This was where she often ate her lunch, usually yogurt with peaches, or strawberries, before returning to work as a bookkeeper and office manager at Bronson and McGee’s Law office. Two days earlier, Catherine and her husband, Martin, had celebrated their thirty-fourth anniversary at the Avalon Bistro where they’d had their first date. It was a tradition...

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SRU Second Chances

This story is dedicated to all who have ever wanted a second chance in life. Especially all our brothers and sisters fighting AIDS. * * * * SRU: A Second Chance By Robyn Waiting room. What a name for a room, any room. Especially a room in the most stressful office in the world. A doctor's office. All this would have been easy for Mark if only the circumstances had been different. Just two days ago after a ten year hiatus from doctor's offices, Mark discovered he...

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First Time Disaster and Second Chances

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What are the Chances

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Cant Pick Your FamilyChapter 28 Taking Chances

Deirdre watched Joey as he shifted up. The BMW convertible was at cruising speed now, 65 mph. The soft top was closed as it was still early in the morning and the air was a bit chilly. Joey was outwardly calm in spite of what was riding on today's interview. "So what's the schedule for today?" she asked to make some conversation. "I'll deliver my talk at their lunch seminar. I guess Carol will use the time before that to grill me a little more. She said one of her students will show...

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Temptation Chapter four Taking more chances

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Three Square MealsChapter 108 Second chances

Alyssa’s cerulean eyes seemed to drink in every detail of John’s shocked expression as she waited for his reaction. “What did you do?!” he finally whispered, staring unblinking at the elongated tips of her ears. She hesitated, unsure of herself. “I wanted to do it for you ... It felt like it was time.” Closing the distance between them, John gathered her in his arms and pulled her in for a smouldering kiss. Alyssa’s doubts fell away as she responded to him, moaning into his mouth, the tips...

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Moments Second Chances

Once in a while there are moments that occur in one’s life that seem to stand out more so than any of the rest. Sometimes those moments are bad, and sometimes they are good, but one thing about them that no one can ever dispute is – once you have them, things will never be the same. ‘Thank you, Ma’am. God bless you and good evening.’ ‘You are welcome. Enjoy. God bless you.’ The serving line continued on eternally. Sarah Rose Appleton lifted her glove-covered hand and wiped the sweat off her...

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First Time Disaster and Second Chances

I’m a really terrific liar. It’s a talent. I know it sounds awful. My mom totally grounded me like a billion times when I was in high school, for being a liar that is. My lying is problematic and I worry about it. Sometimes I can’t decide if I’m a “good girl” wrapped up in a “bad girl”, or if I’m a “bad girl” wrapped up in a “good girl”? You decide. But actually I’ve found my lying to be a very useful talent. But that’s another story. I don’t really know why I lie so much. Maybe it’s because...

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What Are the Chances

So I’ve been sucking cock at least three days a week with my Mailman As I’ve said before I enjoy licking pussyas well Well it’s Tuesday I’m at my local coffee placeits packed as always only chair &table available is with this lovely lady I ask if I can joinher says she doesn’t mind We chat about everything she tells me she’s married but not happy , she even tells me her sex life is dead , which I couldn’t imagine she is very voluptuous I love women that are Bbws and has big tits and she as...

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Chances

It started as a drive most of the way across the state. We were due to give a presentation at a small conference and she was nervous. She wasn't a big fan of public speaking. It doesn't bother me much, so I was pretty relaxed. She spent most of the ride (I was driving) to look over her notes a dozen or so times. I spend most of the ride looking her over as subtly as I could. She isn't a supermodel or anything, but everything about her is cute. She has shoulder length brown hair, hazel eyes...

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Pinwheel RemasteredChapter 8 Second Chances

Once the station was secured, and they were certain that no more Bugs were hiding out in service tunnels or air ducts, the state of emergency was lifted. The crimson glow was finally replaced with the warmth of the sunlamps, the barriers returning to their recesses in the deck, and the cool breeze once again rustling the leaves of what trees remained. The damage to the station was extensive but mostly superficial. Besides for the breaches that the boarding craft had punctured in the hull,...

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Legion of LightChapter 26 Second Chances

The plans we had laid out for the creation of a library in Ureda required establishing a local presence first, as we did not want a mysterious building to appear out of nowhere. We wanted this to be something the local Uredans felt they had built. The location we picked for the library was on a promontory a little more than half a mile from the fork in the coastal trade road that marked the turn off to Ureda. At the fork itself, we bought an old building that had been built over 30 years...

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Second Chance

I had been crying, on and off, for more than an hour. When Janie told me she wanted a separation I was hurt and confused. We had been married five years and true, it wasn't as good now as it was in the beginning. For one thing, we rarely had sex anymore and if we did, it was quite routine. When we first met and starting dating, everything was great. We did lots of stuff together and had sex all the time. We were so good together, that I had the confidence to tell her about my...

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Second Chance

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Anyone wishing to archive this story is free to do so. Anyone not wishing to archive this story, is also free to do so. So there. ----------- SECOND CHANCE... By Gunslinger Jack had maybe a second's warning, out of the corner of his eye. He'd barely started to look up, when there was a dull 'thump', and he was forcibly lifted from the seat of his ten-speed and hurled through the air. He had an instant in which to register surprise before he made...

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Second Chance

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Secondary Education

Secondary Education Tyla Flowers [email protected] I am riding on the back of Matt Frawley's motorcycle. I press myself against him, and my breasts tingle as they tease his bulky, sweat stained back. We careen around curves on the Angeles Crest Highway, and we exit down a winding road into the National Forest. We roll to a halt in a gravel parking lot strewn with remnants of bikers' parties. Matt hides the bike in a stand of oaks. He puts his arm around my waist, and...

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Secondary Education Chapter 3 Self Improvement

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Secondary Education Chapter 4 Inititation

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Secondary Education Chapter 5 A Hard Road to Ho

Secondary Education Tyla Flowers [email protected] Chapter 5 A Hard Road to Ho. I awake alone, my limbs twisted in rumpled sheets. The tattered window shade flaps in a desultory breeze billowing in one moment, sucking against the screen in the next. The cheerful trill of a passing ice cream truck making its final rounds makes me hungry, and I drag myself from the bed. I look out the window into the gloaming. It's night. I have slept a couple of hours. The...

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Secondary Education Chapter 6 A Night on the Town

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Secondary Education Chapter 7

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Secondary Education Chapter 8 Making Up My Incomplete

Secondary Education Tyla Flowers [email protected] Chapter 8 Making Up My Incomplete I cinch a belt around the baggy waist of my Dockers. The pants' seat and thighs are just as tight as the waist is loose. My old boy clothes don't fit my new body. It is as Tyler, rather than Tyla, that I am re- enrolling, two weeks late, in Fairfax High's summer program. I wrap my boobs with an Ace bandage to squeeze them flat, and cover up my curves with tee shirt and a faded Kobe...

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Secondary Education Chapter 9

Secondary Education Tyla Flowers [email protected] Chapter 9, Seeing No Evol Matt Frawley's arms are glistening in the slanting rays of August sunshine. He dribbles behind his back, wrong footing his defender. Matt deftly crosses the ball over, changing direction and bounce passes it to Antoine, who is streaking down the court on the fast break and scores an easy lay up. Matt whoops a victorious hurrah, and his blue eyes for a moment meet mine until he is distracted by...

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Secondary Education Chapter 10 Reincarnation

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Secondary Education

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Secondary Education Chapter 12 My Missing Pieces

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Secondary Education Chapter 13 Screen Kisses

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Secondary Education Chapter 14 Betrayal

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I had been visiting the nursing home ever since Dad was moved into it from his marital home, and it's been tragic watching a strong and vibrant personality, with a terrific sense of humour, slowly fade away in front of my eyes. In a twisted sort of a way, it reminded me of my own marriage and widowhood. You see my husband had died of cancer. Prostate cancer.They reckon all men will get it if they live long enough, but he hadn't. He was only fifty-six when he died. I nursed him at home for the...

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Second Chance

I had been visiting the nursing home ever since Dad was moved into it from his marital home, and it's been tragic watching a strong and vibrant personality, with a terrific sense of humour, slowly fade away in front of my eyes. In a twisted sort of a way, it reminded me of my own marriage and widowhood. You see my husband had died of cancer. Prostate cancer.They reckon all men will get it if they live long enough, but he hadn't. He was only fifty-six when he died. I nursed him at home for the...

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Second Chance

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Second Chance

Like most high school sweethearts, Gail and I had dreams and plans. We would go to the same college, settle down, get married, and have kids. Things just didn't work out that way. For a start, we were approved for different colleges. Of course, we pledged to stay together and continue our relationship and we did that for several months. But, little by little, the calls and texts dwindled to a few — then none. Despite wanting it to work, our deepest fears were realised and our relationship fell...

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What puzzled her was that even though her parent’s finances were shaky, they always seemed to have the money to send her to prestigious private schools. She had earned a bachelor’s degree, an MBA and now just completed her law degree, all from Ivy League universities, along with experience in prestigious management consulting companies in between her degrees. She asked her mother a few times over the years how they could afford her schooling, when they often had trouble paying their other...

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Second Chance

       It had been three years.  Three looooooong years as far as her libido was concerned.  She’d stayed far away from all of it; buried herself in her awful temp job that had since become a permanent secretary position, not that it’s permanence made it any better, just more predictable.  She’d aided her ailing mother until she’d died six months before and her sister was so far AWOL she hadn’t even shown to the funeral.  She was alone and emotionally destitute when not so long ago her life...

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