She was supposed to speak for the gods. Moan on cue. Spill their secrets at climax. But when a thief breaks the silence, she doesn’t speak for divinity—she speaks for herself. What follows is a litany of gasps, her hips reciting a prophecy the gods never wrote.
A woman realizes the impact of her aging on her beauty, but finds a very understanding photographer to bring out her charms to her best advantage which leads to a competition who would first lose control and would thus end the session. In the end she finds a new way to enyjoy the love of her caring partner. This is the female perspective of my story 'Photo Session' with expansions.
Exploits of a masterful swimming coach and his ability to get himself in trouble for letting the 'little-head' do the thinking for him. He does manage to spend most of his life putting together swimming acts and teaching, expecially young women, on how to swim for competition. He also manages shows with syncronized swimming, but there is always the ever present problem of the 'little-head' getting him into trouble.
Coming of Age in 1960s NZ. My Father's much younger bother advised, supported, and mentored me through adolescence. He shared the knowledge and insights from his own experience to ease my transition from guilt ridden and fumbling ignorance to a life any teenager would envy. The lessons I learned from Frank still stand me in good stead sixty years later. This is the story of my adventures with my third real girlfriend.