Late night stroll

As is my custom, I was walking late along the hiking / mountain biking trails. The temperature of mid-January at 10:00 was 35 degrees F so I wore my warm clothes and polar hood. I walked for about 30 minutes when I spent a small parking lot; one of the many scattered paths. The road to the lot was making a turn and bringing a street to a block. During the day there were usually several hikers, runners, joggers, skaters, etc. [Read More]

Hired hand

I asked the woman to attend the prison. Candidates must have small, soft, delicate hands with polished manicure nails in red. Good pay. Room and tray included. Benefits. Tammy needed a summer job. The announcement in the newspaper seemed that it might be in his alley. She wonders why they stressed their hands. A little strange, she thought. Tammy is a 16-year-old high school. She is an attractive, short 5'7", 110lbs, black hair, and innocent. [Read More]

Joining a sorority

The good thing about hindsight is how clear it is. The wrong thing is you don’t have to go back doing things differently. Now that I graduated from college, I had time to think about the things of my year and one thing in particular that I could do differently. I wasn’t your student. When I graduated from high school, I decided not to go to college right away. Instead, I joined the army. [Read More]

Wild request

It should not have happened, normally there was no way that it would happen, but I only have to blame myself and what it could do to my life. It was my 25th birthday and for a reason that this one really hit me. I was fortunately married, my husband was great with me and we both had very good jobs. I guess everything was so good that I didn’t know what it would be like not having the things that got me back as I asked them. [Read More]

Hitchhiker Lisa

It was too obvious. But I stopped. I haven’t taken a autostop since I was in college. I always thought a pretty girl standing on the side of the road with her thumb in the breeze had to have a 250-pound boyfriend in the bushes, ready to order my car at the knife point. I see from a distance that you’re cute, your long brown hair whipping on your face in the wind. [Read More]

Soccer boundaries 3 - Season's end

Barb told the team that it would be last year. They had been an inspiration, given her confidence in herself. Some of them would continue to play, she hoped, but what she really knew was that they would all do positive things. Some might move and some would find new options to check. “Hey, girls. I went to basketball after the coaches shouted for years to keep my hands off the ball. [Read More]

Soccer boundaries 2 - Ponderings

At home, Carl was torn between shock and confusion. Kathy? Sex? There was no claim that Barb had inferred otherwise. Barb would have taken the thoughts that were not sufficiently nailed. She couldn’t have projected teenage fantasies. She talked to Andrea and Kathy wouldn’t lie to her best friend. Barb had spoken with the knowledge that such things happen. Why shoot the messenger? Fathers can’t think of their child, can they? [Read More]

Soccer boundaries 1 - Coaching

Like Barb’s work, the girls called him “Coach.” Carl was his assistant and the girls called him “Carl.” Barb knew soccer, knew how to make their butt work and love him. Barb could drop a corner at 5 feet from the net. Carl was not particularly athletic, but was happy to trotter, the promoter. “Nice pass, Heather. Look at the offspring, though.” On the ground, Barb was also “Coach” in Carl. [Read More]