Pat Holland has been a middle school teacher all of her adult life. Yes, your typical middle age, old maid schoolmarm. Forty-five years old with no prospects or desire to get married. She has always been independent and a bit of a loner until a fortuitous dalliance with the big brother of one of her students changed all that.
A modest couple are invited to stay for a weekend with another couple of close friends in close quarters in a cottage in a beautiful location. The more raunchy couple are keen to seduce them into more open behaviour. The weekend becomes exciting.
When Lisa goes away to attend private school, her father, Steve, and fifteen year old boyfriend, Ryan, find a way to help each other keep from missing her too much.
At 15, Justin is seduced by his 32 year old friend and neighbor, Joan. It isn't the orgasms that Justin craves, but the sensuality, the touch of a woman.
When lightning strikes, an entity made of a particular type of energy is left stranded in a hostile environment, and seeks shelter in the body of a nearby woman. Figuring out how to survive has unintended consequences for a small town.
The collapse was so long ago that no living man remembers it. This is a story of how people both salvage from what came before and forge a new living from what remains.
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A Clar war Story I was small and never thought it would make me special. Of course the job they wanted me for was extremely dangerous. There is nothing like crawling into a hole and never knowing if an enemy soldier would be waiting or some trap. There were benefits too, like taking things we found or finding enemy intel that could stop an attack or turn the tide of the war.
A Clar war Story My father worked with mages and I had been around them all my life. I had ideas and questions but I also wanted to serve in the air service. I did have dreams of being a pilot but they were only dreams. At least until I showed my adopted uncle my ideas and then my dreams became real. Rus had been pushing back and we were holding them but my ideas were about to change the war and take it to them.