True Story Stories

As the time came for me to move on, I spent one last memorable evening with Lori. She got a lot more than she bargained for, but she loved it!

I am not good at writing but hang on; it is a wild ride—cue in Minnesota’s dreary, damp, and foggy day. The phone rings, the caller ID shows a local call. I pick it up.

Oh, another depraved little story from those two gals... the J and L of E-J-L and E-J-L-2... don't read it... it will probably make you need glasses or grow hair in places it shouldn't grow... the title is pretty self-explanatory.