Wish
Holy Hanna! I haven’t been on here in a few, anyway, another non sexy story. Next story will contain all sorts of that stuff. * So, here I am on my way to a yard sale on a windy day in May. A teenage girl on a bike decides she just doesn’t have to energy to go around me. I hear a faint ‘I’m sorry’, like it was whispered on the wind. I would smile, but I wince. ‘Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!’ I overreact by screaming like a girl. ‘You ok?’ My sister asks, mockingly. ‘God-damn-it! Since when...