The process of growing up, of passing through the age of adolescence has, through the ages, been marked by great inner turmoil, uncertainty and tremendous pressures from family and peer group alike. Certainly, in our society today, the problems of youth appear to be more marked than ever before.
Synopsis: Sequel to New Years Eve. Its now the next morning after a wild New Years Eve and the two couples must face what theyve done. Their vows to never do it again dont last very long, nor do they stop them from progressing to the next level of the relationship.
This happened early 70’s when I was 16 .
Description: In this humorous attempt at deliberate bad writing your beloved author faces down an irate father while armed only with blazing wit and wet underwear. Or maybe just wet underwear.
A while back, I sent you Volume I of my experiences.
This happened early 70 s when I was 16 .
The sun, its warmth, the sound of ocean waves, the sand and the breeze all let me know I was nowhere near home. As I laid out in the heat and let my skin feel alive once again, I kept my eyes closed and thought about how much I needed this vacation. It was overdue and I mentally made a note not to let it happen again. I had let myself get so deep into work and career that I had come close to burning out.
It all started one night when we were at university party where the booze was flowing freely and one of the spaghetti straps on my strappy V-neck tank got ripped off in a silly drinking game. For the rest of that night I struggled to keep my right breast covered (no bra that night because my boyfriend, Ethan asked me not to wear one). What I did notice was that Ethan paid a lot of attention to me, and he didn’t seem at all worried that my nipple kept getting exposed.
If this is not the worst story Ive ever written, its not from lack of effort on my part. I wrote it as an exercise in bad similes, metaphors, and other big grammatical words most people dont learn in High School English, just in case the ASSM Bulwer-Lytton Festival came to fruition. It didnt, but I decided to inflict it upon you anyway. If you arent familiar with Edward Bulwer-Lytton and his (in)famous novel Paul Clifford, or at least with Snoopys attempt to be an author in Peanuts, then the first paragraph (and everything after it) will have little meaning for you. People looking for a stroker will be joining you at the exit.
Always one to date thin, tight-bodied girls, I was between girlfriends
Many things were now extremely clear to Gabriel Scott. He settled back in his favorite chair nursing his gin tonic, promising himself that, tonight, he wouldnt get sloppy drunk. Hell! He had waited too damned long! After having read the note his wife, Dottie, had written to her daughter, Charity, revealing the truth of her paternity, Gabes memory went back to years ago when he and Dottie were married.
It funny how things work out. My wife and I were laying