A new neighbor moves in next door. Happily thinking that the house is finally occupied. Especially, with this terrible market and economic conditions, it was differcult for the house to move. Fortunately, the previous owner had a corporate business transf ... [read more]
This story continues on directly from my first story, Sonya's Siren Song.
In the morning, I opened my eyes, and there was Sonya, in the bed beside me, still fast asleep. I realised that whatever happened last night had really happened, and there was n ... [read more]
It was late summer, on a Friday afternoon, after a long week, as I turned into my driveway, and there was Sonya, playing a solo game of basketball with the hoop over the garage door. The weather was still warm, and she was wearing a pair of denim shorts a ... [read more]
Back when I was about twenty, my old dad said to me, over a beer one day, "A divorced woman is like a used car." I had to ask him what he meant by that, and he clarified by saying, "Just remember, a man gets rid of a used car for a reason.& ... [read more]
She was 16: shoulder-length auburn hair, fair complexion, and but few hints of the "baby fat" that disappears during a girl's transition into womanhood. Shy but not awkward, she wanted him badly. He didn't know this, however, and there was no ... [read more]
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