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My Father-In-Law is my Salvation

Her husband's father steps in to pick up the pieces when his son follows the church and leaves his beautiful wife for a year with mom. Sexy silver fox Stede and his young daughter-in-law Jill find they have a lot in common, and will have major surprises for the returning missionary mom and son. My Father-In-Law is my Salvation Ch. 01 "You're what?" I had paint on my hands so I swiped forearm across my face and pushed errant strands of blonde hair back. "I must not have heard you correctly." "I am going on a missionary trip to South Africa," my husband Andy said, enunciating every word as though he were talking to an imbecile. "Okay smart ass," I said and began rolling paint on the kitchen wall again. "Any idea how long?" "A year." I hesitated a moment. "A year. Is this spur of the moment, or did you know this when we bought the house, Andy?" As an interior decorator, I networked with real estate agents, and

You're Not a Serial Rapist Ch. 12

The trip was lonely. It felt like I had left a part of me there. I guess, in reality, I had. I need a distraction tonight. I pulled in around 5:30. The middle of March in norther Illinois is still raw. That didn't stop my parents from setting up the grill and grilling some 'home grown' steaks. It had been a while since I ate something like that, and with a couple of beers. It felt good to be home... kind of. We sat at the kitchen table and got caught up. They, of course, asked how Kathy was. I think they could tell, as I smiled, recalling her sitting on my lap in the whirl tub. They asked how Kathy's parents reacted to the news that she was going to live up here... together... with me. Told them that, like them, they weren't nuts about the idea; but, knew how we felt about each other and that we would probably do it anyway. I left out the part about her dad, getting assurance that my plan was to marry his daughter. They asked what my immediate plans were... like i

Crazy Cornelius & the Magic Pills Ch. 01

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Summer on the PCT

If you are looking for a story with lengthy and detailed scenes of sexual activity, this isn't for you. While it does feature some sex, most of this tale is the story of how two people came together in rather unusual circumstances. Votes and comments are always appreciated. ----- Seeing the videos and reading about the fires in California, Oregon and Washington this summer reminded me of the summer of '06 when I spent time backpacking in all three states. As I remembered my time there, I wondered how things have changed in the last decade and a half.... The PCT. The Pacific Crest Trail. A trail of over 2600 miles winds from the Mexico/California border to the Washington/Canada border. In southern California it crosses a desert before climbing into the Sierra Nevada Mountains, then on north into the Cascade Mountains and finally up to Canada. Ever since I was a teenager, I had wanted to 'do the PCT.' A moderate number of people called 'Through Hikers' would d

Rain - Prologue

The candle on the table flickers, and the light catches your wedding ring. Just enough of a sparkle to break my concentration and remind me how illicit this is. The bar is cool. Underground. It looks like the sort of place you might find live music on a busier night and a drag cabaret once a month. Long banks of soft half-booths around the wall, and a cocktail list too long for them all to be made with expertise. It's quiet and private now though. My only issue is it's too dark to properly enjoy your eyes. Watching you walk to the bathroom before was a treat. I wanted so badly to follow you, throw you up against the wall and make out hard with you. And your smile back at me as you crossed floor hinted you may have been thinking the same. Conversation flows as easily as the wine and your laugh is just as intoxicating. I live for the gentle touches of my hand, arm or leg that punctuate it. We both know that pause. It's not as much awkward as anticipatory. We know what's

Life the Second Time Around

This is just a tail about the death of a marriage. You might argue it was attacked from without, or it failed from within, or maybe it was a bit of both. People are frail and complicated. There's not a lot of action in this one and it is probably painful to read if I wrote it the way I intended. No one gets burned, except for those who burn themselves, and even that's not clear. It's about taking stock, making peace with your life, and moving on. As in life, there is no revenge in this other than living well. * * * * * These are the days I live for. I have friends who live in sunny southern California and others who live in the arid southwest where the only seasons are wet and dry. I even know a few snowbirds who fly south every winter, but I learned a long time ago that I need all four seasons. Everyone complains about winter, but for me it is the time when the world around me rests. I pile up my books, make sure I have a good supply of cord wood for the stove, and quiet