A prifysgol Story Julie and I have now finished our first year exams. Can we keep our romance alive while separated for most of the twelve-week University summer holiday? Will we get a chance to spend some time with Adrian and Sheila? Is my sister Jen going to find someone to take her virginity before she goes to Uni?
Mandy goes to intern in the watchtower where her brother Ted is a forest ranger. Close quarters and a storm create the perfect environment for their attraction to each other to mature. Now something's maturing inside her too.
Did you ever wonder what it might have been like for Jane, a civilized young woman, alone in the jungle, to meet the legendary Tarzan? What would he have thought of this pale female human? How would he have acted? How would she react to the King of the Jungle? What if he smelled... woman... in heat?
Shy girl Lyn had never been attracted to anyone of either sex. But then new girl Bernadette Love walked in her class and her life. There was instant mutual attraction. But the trouble started when Lyn met Bernie's mother whom she felt a similar attraction to. The mother's lesbian lust for the girl accelerated the 2 young teens' tender attraction into a steamy lesbian sex threesome.
In 1857 Georgia, sixteen-year-old Johnny Brighton receives an unconscionable birthday gift — a fifteen-year-old girl named Naomi, given to him as property. But Johnny sees not property. He sees the girl he loves. What follows is a thousand mile trek through enemy territory, hunted by professionals, sustained by an underground network of souls who believe that love and freedom are the same word. Some journeys change everything.
In 1876, 10-year-old Annie Hightower was standing beside her father when he was murdered on the main street of Hendly Pass. She swore revenge on the murderer, no matter how long it took. Seven years later, she was able to begin her quest, dressed as a man and using the alias of Jack Highsmith. Romance rears its head in chapter 4, but there is still plenty of daring-do. This story is told in the third person, so there is no dialect except in the actual dialog, thus, it should be easy to read.
Every community has one, larger communities may have several, but if you look closely, you will find the Wallflower. They are friendly yet quiet, seemingly self-contained, seldom sitting in a group although not always alone, and never the center of attention. They are pretty, they are not, they are plain, mysterious, tall, short, slender and not so slender, but without exception, they know they are a Wallflower.