“Catherine? Who’s Catherine?”

“Beats me. He didn’t say. Maybe she’s his wife. If I were you, I’d go.”

“He didn’t kiss like he was married.” I pointed out. “Great. Okay. Okay. I’ll need to borrow Nicci again today. I need to try on the two gowns at Macy’s and I’ll need her to help me with the ski stuff. You can reach me on my mobile if anything Earth shaking happens. I checked it last night and I’ll leave it on while I’m away from the car. If you call and I don’t answer then at least I’ll know to give you a call back. While we’re out, I’m also going to get Nicci a company mobile phone. She’ll probably hate me for it, both for the additional workload and for the size of the thing, but she needs to be more in the loop.”

There are a lot of stories about how the park changes people. This one is different, in that it also includes the park as a major part of the action. This one happens inside the park. Now, at long last, all the readers can get a taste of what the park is like inside.

Vicky Martin and some friends decide, on a lark, to scale the fence and go for a midnight swim in the Bikini Beach water park. The outcome is not quite what they expected.

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When a developer decides to build a high-rise condo right next to the park, Grandmother may have met her match.

This story was originally posted about 2000 back on FM and the TGF group.

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What a good boy…Chapter 16

Chapter 16

I’m shaking still a little as I head out of the girls bathroom down to the game and I’m dressed in a pair of those tight high riding shorts that the team is wearing and one of their jersey’s and some sneakers and I head out to the playing field and watch the girls play and I’m yelling and cheering for them running along the side lines sometimes getting my mind off the whole WTF moment.

I mean Frank sexually assaulted me but when I fought back and took control it was like he just became someone else and that person wasn’t like anyone I’ve ever heard of before.

Knock, Knock

A second, a minute, an hour, a day goes by
I'm hoping, just to be, by your side
I'm turning, the handle, it wont open
Don't make me wait