*Note all characters, events, and places are purely fictional. Any actual relation to anything real is completely coincidence.* Any feedback or ideas is greatly appreciated. I encourage constructive criticism! This is the first part of a mini-series. CHAPTER ONE: CURIOSITY You’re breaking up with me over the phone?” Cheryl cried angrily into her smart phone.

This came to me this morning and I’ve only had an hour or so to get it into words. There may be mistakes. Everyone is eighteen. …………………….. I wasn’t gifted but I possessed an aptitude for Math. Certain types of math in any case. I loved Boolean math for instance. Somehow it just clicked into

The wet cobblestones reflected the dull glow of the gas streetlights. Rain was fitful, squalls and dry spells. Ruby’s step father walked down with her as she started work for the first time. “Now thee know what to do,” he asked urgently, “When thee makes ten bob bring back home or thee might get mugged.”

My memory of her is blurred. We met as teens. She, two years older. Her deep brown hair, her narrow brown eyes, her full mouth, her narrow nose, her high cheeks, her angular chin, her smooth olive skin. Her features strikingly Asian and native. I rarely saw her after that. Serendipitous, our parents got close.

I lost something besides my virginity that fateful day.On this night the raindrops beat against my bedroom window sill long after the lightning had driven me inside. I took the picture of David from under my bed, and I wept uncontrollably as I listed to “Blue Eyes Crying in the Rain” over and over.* *

Simply put, Jackie is one of the hottest girls in school, in town, and on earth. There has never been a guy who’s seen her and was not attracted to her. And she is aware of that. Unlike most popular girls though, she is nice and easy to get along with. Of course, she always

Now my father was away looking for something to do, and on this night I woke from thirst. The hour was late and there was no traffic noise at all. The sound of crickets played against the conspicuously absent noises of the street. Strangely, there was a light on in the living room. I thought

All people in this story are over 18I was dripping wet. So wet, even my pink frilly underwear was soaked through. I brushed a strand of dribbling red hair out of my eyes and pressed on the doorbell. Its faint chime was drowned out by the roaring of the rain around me.The front door swung

I left the bathroom light on and the door open a crack as Rita and I went to bed. Mary was curled up on her side, snoring softly. “We’ll wake her up,” Rita whispered as she climbed on the king sized bed. I chuckled and shook my head. “We couldn’t wake her up with a

London, England1862Storm stared at Skye as she slowly descended down the staircase. She had managed to surprise him again, this time in tight breeches, boots and a tight shirt that molded her full breasts. Her hair was long, loose and tied back.”What is the point of your choice of dress, sweetie?” Storm asked, admiring her

The first thing to know about Corbyn is that he’s kind of a stupid prick. From the moment he unpacked me, I could tell. His shitty, scruffy little beard, his sweaty forehead, the obsessive way he checked his phone while he scrolled through my settings — it all said “pathetic man-child” in a way even

Mercy truly wanted to become a slut. Her chosen role model was Paris Hilton. She wanted to be able to fuck any man any time she felt like it. She wanted them to swarm around her like bees after a pot of honey, eager for her signal that she was ready for them. She knew

The first girl I kissed was the first girl I made love with. She was my ‘girlFRIEND’ when we were Juniors in High School but seriously became my GIRLfriend the following year. We were both cross-over kids, not really belonging to any of the principal High School “groups.” We weren’t judgmental towards the stoners (we