My first new story in a baker's dozen of years. The recipe may sound familiar. Ordinary boy is watching late night t.v. in the den, while his sister is having a slumber party elsewhere in the house. Suddenly he is no longer alone as his sister's gal pal appears in the den, alone. One big fucking guess what happens next. And subsequently after that...? This is wordy and weird and the story line is more like a collage. I imagine many will dislike it, and that's okay. Otherwise, as always, enjoy!
I'm standing in line at the frozen custard stand at the carnival when I become aware of someone standing "close" to me. Then the "someone" - who turns out to be a young girl - moved, just a little, so that now she's standing almost beside. Then I hear her say, "That ice cream sure looks good, doesn't it? Bet you'd like to buy me a cone, wouldn'tcha, Mister?"
Briana comes into her daddy's bed at night with a question. Her class had learned about the reproductive system that day. But she didn't fully understand how the sperm actually came in contact with the egg. Briana can't quite understand the explanation, so she insists he show her how it happens.
John and Mary Story decide that their eighteen year old son Sam, though admirably mature, is lacking in one crucial area of his education. He doesn't relate well to the opposite sex, at least in one-on-one situations. The decision is made, mostly by Mary, to help Sam develop that ability with the aid of an older female tutor. The plan succeeds all too well.
Owning and running an apartment complex was a lot of hard work and a lot of responsibility. Everyone needs to find some way to pay the rent. It doesn't hurt if they get a little life lesson out of it too.
A guy catches his wife 'in flagrante delicto' with one of her co-workers. After their divorce he goes into a depression. When he finally begins to snap out of it, he realizes how much he had been neglecting his daughter. This story takes a bit of time to develop. For readers who like a quick fix, this might not be for you.
In the eyes of this author, rape is probably the worst crime there is. To rape a young girl who is so much more vulnerable is even worse than if the girl was of age. To do so with one's own flesh and blood surely qualifies the perpetrator to the depths of Hell. That all said, it does happen. If reading of such an event offends, please don't read this.