I see that Mindful 1 is sometimes posted as a book on BC but I'm not certain if I ever posted Mindful 2 as book here on BC. In case I have not. I have posted 'Mindful 2 here on BC. Readers are warned that the story ends as a suicide but not necessarily an unhappy one.

We can’t be Erased

A group of friends streams their gaming on Wednesday nights. But not all the action is on the dining room table.

Chapter 5

We allowed the couple some time to get their act back together. Margaret pointed us to a downstairs powder room while they went upstairs to freshen up. We all looked a lot better when we sat at the dining table for lunch. The talk was now less emotional, but no less serious, as we discussed possible outcomes.

Musings of a tights obsessed transvestite

Dennis becomes infatuated with the girl in the blue denim skirt who sits on the low brick wall running along the path inside Aston Park. He knows that his infatuation with her is troublesome and that he should just ignore her but he just can't resist her allure.

Belle of Vicksburg
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Shopping

Cassady wakes up and finds herself sandwiched between a naked woman with strawberry blonde color hair and a muscular bald head guy. She could feel his huge stiff penis resting between her butt cheeks. She carefully extracts herself from between them and stumbles towards the bathroom.

Her head was pounding from the drinks she had last night. She sits down on the toilet and lets her bladder release. She licks her lips and could still taste the fluid from the woman she had sex with last night.

CHAPTER 2
I felt my world wobble for a moment, before Keith simply tugged at my sleeve.

“Come in and sit down, Mike. I’ll talk you through it. Not what it sounds like”

I was lost. How could it not… Penny? Gone? They were joined at the bloody hip, for god’s sake. He towed me into the living room, pushing me down into one of the armchairs, then disappearing into the kitchen for a few seconds before returning with a couple of bottles of Shefford Old Strong and a pair of glasses. I found myself on autopilot as I used the bottle opener that lived on my key ring, poured and sipped.