A Tales from an Ex-Brat Story The training at RAF Halton was not anything like that of the SAS,or the Para's,nor the Royal Marines;we were training to be responsible engineers not mean lean killers. Even so Halton attempted to forge a similar esprit de corps, professionalism, and raison d'être in the apprentices who passed through the establishment as was held in those elite units. For good or bad the methods employed sixty years ago have now gone with the wind.
Schoolgirl Abbie longs after Brianna, and has for years. A crisis develops between the 16-year-olds, threatening to destroy their friendship, banning Brianna from Abbie's life forever. Abbie can't let that happen, even at the cost of her self-worth. One night is all she has to put things right.
A Tales from an Ex-Brat Story I didn't learn to drive until leaving the RAF. I was in the TA(Territorial Army) when I learned but don't think I was driving tanks or APCs or Landrovrers. The TA paid for my lessons with a civvy driving school and I learned in a bog standard Austin 1100. This true story recounts the first and last time i drove a truck, although I did become a Yellow Van Man
A down-on-his-luck salesman gets a fortune cookie that changes everything. (Caution! there is a scene with gay male oral sex in this story. Don't say you weren't warned.)
Four close school friends are having a sleepover. Lissette, the one with the reputation for trying crazy things, has a new experiment she is playing with. A little play-wrestling in panties with Tonya caused her to accidentally catch a close whiff of the other teenager's pussy. Now, she is curious--do all pussies smell the same? And maybe each girl's personality has with it, a different pussy scent! She wants to sniff-sample her friends, and oh, what surprises THAT brings!
Matthew celebrates his 16th birthday in a unique and exciting way: he gets wasted, hallucinates Godzilla and his mom (not together, silly), blacks out, experiments with a sex toy, gets drunk, and oh, yeah, becomes a girl. Happy Birthday Matthew!