This is a story set in the sixties. It is a story about a man seeking forgiveness and penance. It isn't really a story of rape, just one of human consequences, and of a person's spirit refusing to give up. Any sex is going to be strictly a byproduct of the story.
A divorced guy goes to the laundry room to wash his clothes, but ends up having an entirely different kind of tumble with his young, attractive new neighbor.
A just for fun stroker.
David can't believe it when he finds out that his less than perfect son has dumped his more than perfect girlfriend two days before Valentine's. When David secretly tries to make up for some of the unkind circumstance, things don't go exactly as planned, but hardly for the worse.
I was on the city champion boys' volleyball team and looked forward to being a starter next year, but my family moved away to a nowhere school without a boys' team. I discovered a new way to play.