Tyler tried not to squirm as he headed home from school on the chilly January morning, even though he knew what was waiting for him when he got there. It had been no ordinary Tuesday at school- then again, few days were 'ordinary' for the sixteen year old boy.

All the work I post here is in its first draft format. I do this so that you can still read what I'm writing and so you have a reason to buy my books when they are edited and published, alongside supporting me as a person of course.

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Rairy Contrary Chapter 1 An Asshole

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I’d had endless conversations with Harriet concerning the mental well being of a crew of ten thousand women and the ill wisdom of them only having sex toys, masturbation and lesbian relationships available to satisfy their libidos.

This took a lot longer than I had hoped and expected…mainly because this story is a lot longer than I thought it would be- so this is actually the first half. As always, please read and review. If for some reason, you haven’t read the first few chapters, make sure to go ahead and do that before you read this one. The next part should be up soon.

Chapter 6: A Romp At the Mall

“Woohoo!! Way to go, Evan!”, Katy practically cheered the next morning as Evan entered the store for the beginning of his shift.

The only person who made a socially acceptable living out of posing pre-pubescent girls and horses in the same tableaux was Norman Thelwell.

the days have been crazy and this chapter is being posted from my cottage on the beach! Sorry for taking two weeks this time but I hope you enjoy! As always comments will be appreciated. <3

Shy and precocious, Martin, enrolls in graduate school in mathematics, never having had a girlfriend. With the encouragement of his parents, he stays with his mom's good friend Miriam, who provides a safe environment within which Martin explores his sexuality. Along the way he finds love and makes a major mathematical advance that assures his fame and fortune.

WARNING
This part has some bits that some readers may find disturbing.
[one year after Penny died]

Connie and Bill decided to take some flowers to Penny’s grave on the anniversary of her death. It was a sad time for both of them.

They’d been up at the crack of dawn and out in one of the fields that Harry had turned into a Wildflower Meadow. As they picked the flowers they both heard a Skylark singing above them. Then a Cuckoo called from the small copse at the end of the field. Finally, a Corn Bunting chased them away from its nest. They smiled at each other. It seemed that all was right with the world just for a short time.

With the flowers sorted into two nice bunches, they travelled to Penny’s grave to pay their respects.

Thomas Allan Wehl’s silver tongue has got him out of many tight spots. From age thirteen he has finely tuned his skills in conning bartenders to serve him beers to the point that here he is at age fourteen and seven-twelfths quaffing pints and abetting in the delinquency of pretty minor girls. Can her silver tongue get him out of trouble as fast as it’s getting her in to it?

Thomas Allan Wehl’s silver tongue has got him out of many tight spots. From age thirteen he has finely tuned his skills in conning bartenders to serve him beers to the point that here he is at age fourteen and seven-twelfths quaffing pints and abetting in the delinquency of pretty minor girls. Can her silver tongue get him out of trouble as fast as it’s getting her in to it?

Curtain Fall Chapter 20

On his wedding day Ted finds out who has the balls in his marriage.

My name is Jacob and I’m going to tell you about my trip to the nail salon and what it led too. I am 18 years old and a typically masculine guy. I like sports and I like girls although I’ve never had much luck with them. So now that I set the stage my story happened earlier this year when I was talking to my cousin Carol (45 years old) after I helped her move something in her house.

My body turned away from the bed just as I finished dusting the sleek wooden headboard. It was like this, every day. Was it every day? I’d lost track of time a while ago. My body was just on repeat, working its way down a never ending chore list; never sleeping, never stopping. During the first few weeks I’d tried to think about who Angela was, how she had this kind of power over me. As the days and hours waned on I just stopped caring. My body was exhausted, my muscles were throbbing, the pain in my jaw still hadn’t subsided. I guess it wasn’t mean to.

	Weeping Willow Part 9 Come Closer by **Sigh** Copyright© 2019 plaintivesigh All Rights Reserved.

“Hooo –eee, “ Bernard exclaimed. “That’s the hottest kiss I’ve ever had – and I’ve had my share.”

“I loved it!” exulted Willow. “I love you! – Oh, wait. Omigod! I – I didn’t mean - ”

This is a non canon side story that i cant get out of my head so here it is for all of you lovely people

Synopsis: Instead of writing anything useful here I’m just going to complain about the keto diet I’m on and how I haven’t had a potato in three months….

“I am sooo excited,” Laura said as she bounced around me at the concession stand “I’ve been wanting to see this movie for ages!”

“Yeah,” I said. “It’s just too bad Remy couldn’t come.”

“Good grief,” Laura laughed. “It’s not like she has to come everywhere with us.”

“Yeah, but, I mean…” I trailed off a bit, she gave me a kind of knowing grin.

My entry in the Reader Retention contest.