Vanessa had never thought that growing up would be that complicated. As if the emotional ups and downs caused by hormonal changes weren't enough, there were also her mother's one hundred and one rules about what a decent girl was supposed to do and not to do. And there were her boyfriend Nick's demands which tried to pull her in the opposite direction. It seemed that her only source of comfort was her poodle Tony. Or did he complicate things even further?
Some musings on choices that I may, or may not have to make. This was written mostly as an experiment for myself. I have a theory that if I put some of my more overwhelming fantasies to "paper" it has a tendency to return them to a more normal intensity rather than somewhat of an obsession. If anybody else enjoys reading it, or any of my other postings, so much the better.