At last ‘A life’
By Julie D Cole
Chapter 51 A family chat

I didn’t say anything else for a while and soon as I stared out of the bus window I saw that we were approaching our destination.

Neither of us seemed to want to ask the next question but eventually as we reached Grans’ front door I turned to mum.

‘Mum my dad is my real dad isn’t he?’ She paused to search for the door key and passed it to me to unlock the door.

‘Yes dear he is. I realized today that you knew. Did he tell you when you met him’

The day Samantha caught the train (part four the end.)

As Samantha walked in to the dinning room there in front of her were the twenty boys and girls that were at the party. All the children were dressed in what they were wearing for the party. All the children including Samantha were told to sit down at the places that were marked for them.

Synopsis:They say that New Years is a time for a fresh start, a new time in people’s lives, a time for new experiences. That whole new experiences thing took on a whole new meaning a few years ago at a New Years party I will never forget.

I don't know what is was that night but I decided to read the ads in Craig's List. After the painful death of my wife I have not been looking for someone.

This one is a little explicit. It does have a sex scene.
Beware, boys and girls.

Chapter 7

The police caught up with me at the hospital. I was going to have to answer their questions whether I wanted to or not. I was sitting with Tracy as her head was being stitched up. She was going to need a couple after what that creep Jess did to her. Just thinking about his grimy hands touching my baby made me angry all over again.

Chapter Three

Walking to Mr. Tubman’s office was an experience, like the uniform skirt, this one felt too short, but unlike that one, I dared not try to tug it down. The movement of the top over my bare breasts soon had my nipples at attention, and due to the thinness of the material they were very visible.

Chapter 6

I was back in school for the first time since the death of my parents. Most people were very nice or just left me alone, which was fine by me. I didn’t read anyone’s thoughts, simply because I didn’t really care what anyone was thinking. Being used to people’s terrible thoughts, reading them wasn’t a top priority for me. Getting through the day without going insane was. My parents were dead, my life was uprooted, and I had to learn to live life as a girl. I wasn’t embarrassed about my situation, what happened was outside of my control, and I was happy with what I had become.

The Harp
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