“Petey’s tough. He plays football.”

“You’ve got a cute giggle,” Donna whispered in my ear as we got disentangled after the tickle fight.

Petey's real first name is...

“She demanded that I, you know, describe you there—uh—like how big you were and, and, like that!”

“Eep!” I eeped, grabbing at the hand brace, and feeling my curvy parts jiggle and sway, straining against the glue.

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Hugs,
Erin

I managed to escape without going back through the boys’ locker room; the coaches’ corridor has its own entrance and exit. Megan was waiting for me looking crisp and cute in her denim capris and a tied top, Elly May Clampett-style.

I had to grin at her, and when I held my arm up, she snuggled under it. We kissed, just a peck because we were still on school grounds, but it felt nice. It was as it had been for a moment, but then she asked, “You haven’t forgotten, have you?”

“Huh?” My stomach dropped.

Why should a smelly room full of half-naked boys be a problem to me?

I have more than 200 unfinished stories clustering around me like tiny, empty, liquor bottles around the corpse of a destitute alcoholic.

Besides the stories I have started and not finished on this site and others, like The Pregnant Boy and 30 Million Reasons, and ones that I am still working on like Pete's Vagina and Special FX, I have scores hidden away on hard drives, many of them tantalizing, fragmentary visions of longer works.

Pete needs to get into the boys' locker room to put on his football uniform. Yikes!

“What am I, a refrigerator?”

“I could kiss you,” I told him.

I'm taking a few days off to go see some of the desert museums and chill before it gets too hot to make such a trip.

I'll be gone Thu and Fri, probably recuperating Sat and Sun but I will have my phone and laptop with me.

Try not to set the place on fire. :)

Hugs,
Erin

I'm currently writing and posting my autobiography here on BC and on Patreon. The current episode, #4 - Doodlebug Wages, in on the BC front page right now.

These are from personal memories (yes, I do remember things that happened when I was two) and family stories and most of them show what an incredible spoiled brat I was. :)

I hope you read them, enjoy and leave a comment.

Hugs,
Erin

When you get it all rounded up, it's time to square it away.

Anyday now, it will be someday every day.

If you miss the point, you may find yourself stuck.

Don't chicken out and duck your responsibilities, or you'll have no right to grouse about the consequences.

First thing to do with good luck is learn to make it last.

Every dog has his day, and every shaggy dog has his story.

If bears wore tights under their slacks, they wouldn't have to hibernate.

Feeling better today, an unscheduled bunch of showers settled the dust, so not as many sneezles, even though the wind is still blowing.

Opened an old file for a story called Masquerade War, which I have never written but first conceived of in about 1969. I really haven't written it in part because Marvel did a similar idea in their Secret Wars event. Sigh, not the first time something like that has happened.

Anyway, here are some of the quotes from this file: