[Authors note] A mostly true tale related to me 22 years ago by a 19 year-old Asian beauty about a night of unrestrained lust and depravity with a homeless man when she was only 17. All the events, herein described, that she would have known about, happened as I have described them; the rest seemed to write itself as I recorded the events of her astonishing adventure just days after her telling of it.
Every family has traditions that make them unique and mine is no different. This summer our family started a new tradition, one that I doubt many families have in common but maybe if they did they would be a lot more happy.
She thought it was one of the best fucks of her life, even if it was in a men's room stall. Or maybe it was special because it was in a men's room stall. He thought she was crazy, but he never could tell her no.
I was bored, wondering what to do. My husband was still away for at least another month. I decided to take a small trip there to watch the young guys on their skateboards doing tricks.
A memoir of one wild week for an 18 year old girl. Now Ashley is a 33 year old wife and mom who looks back on that week. This is based on a week I lived many years ago.
Two short stories, companion pieces. Two perspectives on the same youthful relationship and its quiet unraveling. Written in the same raw, introspective style, they explore the gap between what we plan and what actually happens when young love collides with timing, family expectations, and the unpredictable paths of growing up.