A Christmas Story
After a terrible car crash, pretty eighteen-year-old Sherry is a helpless quadruple amputee. Can she ever be happy again? With help from an Elf and a bit of Christmas magic, who knows? - - - Includes a few paragraphs of mild pee/scat.
You don’t know how this book came into your possession. One day, it just appeared with its red leather cover and no title. As you open it, the pages spring to life, moving on their own with incredible speed until they finally settle on one chapter. The book may speak of many worlds and many ages both past and future, but for now, this is the story the Red Book offered you. On a cold, spring night a carriage makes its way hastily down the old dirt road. In it, a young noble lady.
Taking place 2 years before the first book/movie, Katniss finds herself without hope. Her Mother and Sister have been taken ill, her food rations have run out, and she was powerless to help them. Reluctantly, she's breaks a promise she had made to herself and sold the only thing she had left. Herself.
Growing up in a small town in southeastern Georgia in the 1960’s wasn’t quite as idyllic as Mayberry, but my time there was made a lot better by having Daisy Taylor in my life. She was a pugnacious, kind of bratty tomboy who became my first love. Together, we explored the blooming sexuality of our teen years.
The divorce was final. I had full custody of our daughter, Laney. She had just turned fourteen. This is my memory of our first night together at my place. She wanted to take a bath. She wanted me to be in the bathroom next to the tub. She wanted me to wash her. I did.