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The day before the semester officially ended was bright and sunny. The temperatures would creep into the low 80s by the afternoon, but as Jason and I dragged our equipment to the baseball field the cool morning breeze educed goose flesh on our bare arms as we walked. The promise of summer was strong in my mind. I looked at my battery mate and grinned. He smiled back, but underneath it, I could see...
“Mom!” Brianna called out, opening the door of her bedroom just a crack as she yelled down the hall. “Someone’s here. It looks like… hey, it’s Aunt Kate and Johnny!” Brianna’s strawberry blonde head popped out from behind the door and nearly got clipped by her mother’s elbow as Claire strode down the hall with an armload of fresh bed linen. Brianna followed her mom into the guest...
The *meep meep* message notification sounded and Serena slowly opened her eyes. She hadn’t been asleep long, but long enough so that when she peered at her phone, her smoky, gray eyes had trouble focusing. It was one in the morning, pitch black, inside her room and out, and when the phone screen illuminated, Serena felt like she was staring into the sun. The message was from her best friend, Mar...
“I don’t know, Mom,” Ryan said, though in truth, amid the distraction of their conversation, the pain he was feeling had diminished greatly. But when his mother grabbed him under the arms, he rose compliantly. “Come over here, honey,” Tonya said to Ashley as she dragged her son over in front of the fireplace. Ashley sauntered over, intentionally swinging her hips in wide arcs as she walk...
The two women looked back into the living room and, sure enough, Ryan was pushing himself to his knees, his face still reddened, his eyes moist, but, to everyone’s relief, including David’s, there was no malice in them. Just wounded pride and a quiet humility. And pain. Tonya looked over to where her son was slowly rising to his feet, grimacing with every movement, and smiled. He looked shaky ...
As David took care of washing the dishes, Ryan shuffled off to the living room to play a video game on his phone. Tonya, meanwhile had another trick up her sleeve and she set about making it happen. First she grabbed the small tripod from the home office and then set it up on the ledge of the cut out between the kitchen and the living room. She placed her phone in the tripod’s clamp and flicked ...
The hills in the distance appeared to be on fire as Tonya stared out the window of the nook in her kitchen where she was sipping a cup of coffee, the sun only beginning its daily ascent. The house was quiet and still as her husband and son lay upstairs in their rooms fast asleep, providing Tonya with this cherished time of solitude. A small smile stole on her lips as her eyes took in the beauty of...
“Hey Hon,” Claire called from the front room. “Have you seen the camera? I thought it was in the office here.” Trevor put the television on mute and glanced in the direction of his wife’s voice, racking his brain for its location as he asked, “What do you need the camera for?” “Bri has a birthday party for one of her girlfriends and they’re all coming here before going out. I wan...
The moment Claire stepped into the morning sunshine to water the hanging baskets a feeling of hope washed through her. The air was warm but the light breeze, cool on her skin, caused a ripple of goosebumps to rise on her bared shoulders. The air was so fresh she wanted to bottle it and save it for those sticky, humid August days she knew were coming. This is how it feels to be alive, she thought a...
Claire looked over the steam rising from the sink basin, her hands protected from the hot water that would have scalded them raw had she not been wearing her rubber gloves, and watched through the window as her husband pulled into the driveway. Something about the speed of the vehicle caught her attention and her interest only grew as the car screeched to a head-snapping halt. It was out of charac...
It had been a month since Liana’s unexpected kicks, but to Jackson it was as if it had just happened yesterday. He found himself thinking about it quite a lot – to the point it even forced itself into his dreams on occasion (which were his best dreams even if he was afraid to admit it). He did find the fondness with which he remembered the scene surprising, like somehow his brain had buried th...
As the couple looked at each other in the dim light of the wine bar, Liana tracing circles around the stem of her glass while Jackson thrummed the tabletop with his fingertips, a tension settle over them like an early morning mountain mist. If either of them knew what the other was thinking and feeling, the hesitant, uncertain facades they presented to each other would have shattered in a burst of...
Jackson sat on the couch of Liana’s apartment lost in a whirl of emotion. He’d just experienced the best orgasm of his life even though his testicles felt like achy bowling balls the entire time Liana was riding him. How had he pushed through the pain to reach such a euphoric climax? It didn’t make any sense, and yet it had happened. “Hey,” Liana said as she turned the corner to the livi...
As Liana took in her boyfriend hunched over next to her on the edge of the bed, she wondered in amazement over the dichotomy he displayed. Even sitting down he was taller than she was standing up and now that they were both seated, she felt crowded by his broad torso. There was no doubt in her mind that he had all the potential to make her feel physically intimidated. Liana’s eyes ran down his b...
A shadow caught Liana’s attention as she sat in the small nook, a single narrow window providing the only light, as she leafed through a magazine. She glanced up just in time to see her boyfriend shuffle by and smirked to herself at the way his head turned rather unnaturally away from where she was sitting. Clearly Jackson was trying hard to avoid eye contact. Looking down at her phone, Liana re...
A memory, loud and powerful, like a rocket surging from its launchpad, flared in Jackson’s mind at the exact instant a searing pain, originating from the place where his legs came together, roared through his body. As he withered from the consuming agony, curling up on the floor like a scorched grapevine, Jackson saw in his mind’s eye his father’s large figure hunched over on one knee, his h...
To the woman who kicked my husband in the balls last Friday. The incident occurred at Finnegan’s Pub around 10 pm. You were unmistakable with your fiery red hair. You had on a plaid skirt and an off-white blouse which you left unbuttoned rather gratuitously. In fact, I believe everyone could see the lacy frill of your brassiere along with that perfectly rounded cleavage of your firmly pushed up ...