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Many, if not most couples don't understand their mate. Originally I was going to say their wife, but then realized that would be unfair. To be politically correct about it I should have said I know that sounds harsh, and I had tried to find the modern correct way to "identify" the proper terms to... Continue Reading →
This list would be too long, so I'll keep it short: always being the one to replace the near empty toilet paper roll. Checking out friend requests from scantily clad women. Cleaning the litterbox, and spending too much trying to develop a "website" that likely won't become more than a fancy LinkedIn, or a place... Continue Reading →
Seventh Grade, Miss Smith. Not skinny, just cute and petite. She styled her blonde hair around her head like Tippi Hedren. Her eyes were as the Earth looks from space. Sure, I had a puppy crush on her, all the guys did, but how she influenced me had nothing to do with her being attractive.... Continue Reading →
top gums* morning chai God doesn't bother with the small stuff anymore. The guy you mentioned has an injured ear and could damage it and the world with a handset. This injury makes it impossible for him to hear from the right side of his head. At his core, he is very fragile and insecure,... Continue Reading →
from: Sixteen Hours in Qatar. A collection of short stories From part one---->>> The young girl's dreams of a 4-H ribbon and a future grass-fed only dairy farm were over. It became a sad story for all concerned. Begin part two below ------->> Most readers are probably familiar with the National ESA pet program. The acronym stands for... Continue Reading →
Having accumulated enough visible scars, mostly from racing sailboats, motorcycles waterskiing , and other such sports, my flesh is scarred enough for conversation. I loathe tattoos. So phony! Like false advertising, but permanent. I don't mind decorating my hands and sometimes my forearms or face, with henna on holidays at the family farm in Rajasthan,... Continue Reading →
The best compliment I've ever received? Well, paraphrased, it would be that I was good in bed. But that was very long ago, and only after an exchange of what at the time seemed a fairly large sum of money. After these many long years I still cherish her words, now more than ever. It's... Continue Reading →
Page break 2. The Indian Ocean -wip- The cat, which in my mind I was already calling Dirty Socks the name I knew my late murdered father had called it, as well as my grandfather did his incarnation (what other word could I use for this version). It seemed to pay no mind towards me.... Continue Reading →
NOTE: Galley Proof! Author and Editor eyes only! Not intended for publication! I was on deck when dawn morning sun rose, a blurry silver disk low in the east. It was cool and damp. I was still in my light bedclothes but wanted to be on deck to look about and to check the anchor... Continue Reading →
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