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Rosalie was the epitome of a Vicar’s Daughter. She lived with her father who, ironically, was the parish Vicar of the small sleepy village where she had lived all her life, her mother and younger brother

The Rhodes Family Mr. (Kevin) Rhodes: Age: 52 Mrs. (Karen) Rhodes: Age 47 Alice Rhodes: Age 20 James Rhodes: Age 18 Tiffany Rhodes: Age 17 Tommy Rhodes: Age 15 Hey readers! Thanks for the positive voting on my first story, I really appreciate it

After bidding adieu to Ms. Jane & Ms. Daina when I reached home I met my parents there. On the dinner table, they told me to call Ms. Jane to request her to join them for breakfast tomorrow morning at 9 AM as they have to catch a flight to Kashmir at Noon

Tales of the eKids: E-man Loves Emmy © 2004 by Andrew Wiggin Part 4 Eamon Turner woke from a restless, dream-filled sleep. As his eyes opened slowly he realized he had his hand wrapped around a raging hard-on. ‘This is ridiculous’, he thought

My Mother, Grand Mother & Me (re-write) Hi, my name is Bobby. That’s what both my Mother and Grand Mother call me anyway. My Mother was fourteen when I was born and I found out later when I was seventeen that my Dad was my Grand Mothers husband

Fbailey story number 596 She Is Not Teasing I just walked through the kitchen to get to the pool in the backyard. Mrs. Brown was standing there in a very skimpy bikini. It was the smallest thing that I had ever seen. It was white and it almost glowed against her nice tan

Summer vacation after my first year at UCLA, my folks were busy travelling round the country on an extended college visiting trip with my sister. They were going to be gone four weeks and had leased the house through a rental agency to make a little money

My name is Matt and I teach music at Hayling school. I am also the sex education teacher there. Every year the sex ed day comes and goes with children sniggering at this or going "ewww" at that. However, one year was different

The girls were sitting around in the café drinking coffee. They were all 17 or 18 and on summer vacation about to start their final year at school. The place was a bit shabby, dimly lit with plastic table covers but it was cheap and a favourite haunt of the youngsters

Chapter 1 My grandmother, Sylvia, just passed away recently and I wanted to write down my memories of a most important time I spent with her, a remarkable and pivotal period in my growing up. My grandmother, Sylvia, was my stepfather's mom

He looked out over his property. As a factory owner, he owned everything he could see. This included the slaves. Each of them acquired at birth and raised how he wanted them raised. They were convinced they were lower than dirt. They looked on him as though he was a god

James had just turned 16 and was in high school. Living in Tennessee it was very hot around summer time and James sported a tan all year round as a result. James was an only child to Rachel and Jordan. Rachel and Jordan, both aged 44 had been married now almost all their lives

I was working nights for a few months after one of the night operators retired from our facility. I manage a pipeline terminal and storage facility for one of the larger oil and gasoline companies

"Ashley, how was your day at school?" I asked, looking up from the magazine that I was pretending to read. "Fine" she responded casually. Now I know this sounds crazy, watching my 17 year old sister while my parents are away for the week

Slurping my soda and spinning around in Daddy's favorite chair until I was dizzy always made me feel happy. Happier than I was at home, at least. His office was my safe haven, my place to relax and get away from it all. For three years, I had been referring to it as my “second home”