A night out drinking gets two girls into trouble. A story from the archives.
By Kenny Walters
Emily Carter slammed the Jeep Grand Cherokee into a vacant slot right across the street from the Tacahoosa Sheriff’s office, flung the door open and stepped out into the morning sun. The tall dark-haired woman’s white broad-rimmed Stetson, freshly laundered white blouse and smart gray pin-strip pants might have looked out of place in some parts, but not in this affluent township with its fine houses and outlying horse ranches.
A horn beeped just as Mrs Carter began to cross the street. Looking round, with more than a thought to giving the driver a piece of her mind, she saw a dark blue Ford pick-up pulling in behind her Jeep.
Two sisters go too far, and then their mother finds out.
By Julie Baker
I was born in March 1966 and my parents called me Sophie. My sister was born almost exactly a year later and they named her Alice. My mother was a fashion model before she got married and my father was a professional footballer with Southampton, in his early playing career, and then at Plymouth Argyle. We were born just after the move to Plymouth, but within two years of the move he and my mother had parted company. Shortly afterwards he went into football management and moved to Birmingham with his new girlfriend. They eventually married and had two children together; a boy and a girl.
A period piece depicting attitudes of the Victorian Era
By Jane Fairweather
It all began quietly enough over breakfast.
Papa suddenly remarked (between ingesting a rather large piece of bacon): “Has anybody except me noticed this horrific style for young women? There was a piece about it in the Times yesterday.”
“Papa, you know I don’t read the Times!” Georgina, the daughter of the household, replied just a touch ironically.
“Well you should!” Her father snapped. “Then you would have something to talk about with young men at Assemblies and Balls. There has not been the slightest sign of you becoming engaged and the costs are getting very tedious. And I am weary of seeing you reading old books about King Arthur and Greek heroes! If you are going to read such things, I wish you’d choose a solid modern poet like Tennyson. There might be at any rate one young man who might prick up his ears if you started to talk about Tennyson, not that there will be that many of them. It’s not that I want you to marry a huntin’ and fishin’ type, you know, but you need to find someone, my girl, for the sake of your own future and I wish you’d get on with it. And quite frankly the boys won’t have read the old books and you will bore them stiff!”
A story of Bible Belt family justice
By Stinger Sam
“Genesis 3:6 says, ‘When the woman saw that the fruit of the tree was good for food and pleasing to the eye, and also desirable for gaining wisdom, she took some and ate it. She also gave some to her husband, who was with her, and he ate it,’” said Reverend Carter, standing on the church stage by the pulpit. “We all know and are constantly told that it was Eve who gave into temptation. But how many of us realize that Adam failed at his responsibilities as head of the household?”
“Amen.” Yelled a male attendee in the third row.
A party frolic leads to real discipline
By Paul S
It was Joanne’s birthday, as she celebrated 29 years on the planet. Joanne lived with Norman and sibling Emily, of similar age, and their children plus slightly younger Rebecca and sibling Charles and their young children at the Seafront Hotel on the Atlantic coast.
They were all related and previously lived near the city, but Uncle Tony, aged 68, had generously purchased an old 1960s Atlantic seafront hotel in need of some tender loving care for the family to do up and run as a family project and boutique hotel business.
He says he was glad he could help, but said he wanted to visit from time to time to see how things were going with his investment, as their principal benefactor. He also wanted to visit to see his favourite niece, as he put it, as he lived in Rome these days, running his own successful art gallery business.
Anna discovers Botticelli and eroticism. The next in the series.
By Paul S
Anna and Ben had been going steady for a while now, and seeing each other regularly. Their relationship had progressed to the point where they felt comfortable with each other and trusted each other.
The unsavoury episode with Ben’s previous girlfriend, Julia, had now passed and things settled down to normal. It is true jilted lover Julia had spanked her out of jealousy, but this had just awakened Anna’s curiosity, particularly after Ben had punished ex-girlfriend Julia and told her to stop abusing his new beau, Anna.
Anna’s curiosity eventually got the better of her, and she asked Ben to try out a brief and light swishy caning to see what it felt like. Needless to say, she found it very stimulating.
A new wife makes an interesting purchase
By Paul S
Heather was a newly married wife in her late twenties, living in Glasgow, Scotland with her new partner, Chris. They had a wonderful wedding, had just returned from honeymoon and were getting back in the old routine they left behind before all the family buzz of getting married.
Heather was fairly slim, about 5 foot 8 inches tall with long dark hair, blue eyes and a slim, trim figure, 26-24-36. Chris was a little bigger built and slightly taller with auburn hair.
Chris drank socially with friends and Heather, who also drank, also smoked, which was habit Chris badly wanted her to break.
Are strict parents such a bad thing?
Andrea lay back, eyes closed, reclined on the wooden garden chair; her cold drink fizzed on the round wooden table by her side. The page of her book was marked by being open against the table. Her senses soaked in the sounds of the garden. Quiet music ebbed and flowed in the background, birds sang, there was a hum of wildlife. The sweet smell of the freshly mown lawn was being cut away by the first gentle wafts of the warm smoke from the barbecue.
A shrill cry of excitement made her jump. She looked around, lifting her sunglasses to survey the scene.
A wife Katie honours her marriage vows
By Paul S
Mark and Katie were a married couple in their 40s with no children but a small Staffordshire terrier dog called Bella who was 3 and very lively, but kept out of the master bedroom.
Mark was about 45 and medium build, about 5 foot 9 inches with dark hair and hazel eyes. Katie was younger and also medium build and a bit shorter at 5 foot 6 inches, with blue eyes and ash blonde mid length hair, and originally with 34-26-36 vital statistics.
They had been married about 15 years, and for the first 10 years or so were very happy. Then Katie decided to indulge in extravagant spending habits and rudeness, possibly as a result of being unable to conceive a child and becoming frustrated in her aim to start a family. At first, Mark was very understanding, but as Katie’s spending and behaviour grew more excessive, he reminded her to take it easy and that with her marriage vows she had agreed to honour and obey her husband.