Archive | 09.07.2010
- Her Best Friend
Cathy's in the kitchen when I come home. I try to catch my breath before I enter. Yes, I'm late, I know it. As I walk by the dining room, I see the candles on the table; they've almost burned down by now. Cathy's upset. "Where have you been?" she asks me, her dark eyes looking straight at me. "If you were working late, why didn't you call me?" "I'm sorry," I say, still out of breath from exhaustion. "I've been so worried," she says. "I know," I say. Cathy's standing by the sink, her cute little ... more
- Her Fantasy
"The following is fictional. Any resemblance to real persons is purely coincidental. All characters are of legal age. (That means 18 or older!)" * For most of my high school years, I never really found any teacher to be "hot" enough to have a crush on. Then again, I had been a bit of a tomboy/nerd for the first two years of high school. That all changed the day I stepped into Mr. Armstrong's science class, Biology to be exact. While not immediately handsome or stunning, he had a "boy-next-door" ... more