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Thank you all for the support. For context, see Chapter 1 here. Having resolved myself to the loss of Mr P, my 6th grade reading teacher, I searched for other alternatives. None of my new teachers were attractive to me and I was also a bit gun shy about trying again with another adult. My friends in the new neighborhood were pretty nice to me.
They were just one-offs out of their curiosity mostly. An older brother of one of those two friends was my type. Dimitri was 2 years older than I. He carried the weight well looking just as wide as he did fat, completely rounded. He had a cute round face.
He was of Greek extraction with olive colored skin and dark hair. His eyes were a dark hazel and he had the cutest little upturned button nose. His main expression seemed to be one of annoyance, but when he smiled or laughed his face lit up.
I thought he was gorgeous, even when he appeared to be brooding. Keep reading. He was interviewing a contestant. My mom had decided she could get free child care by sending me to Sunday School at the tiny church that abutted our property in the desert south of Midland TX, circa I had never entered a church before.
I was a very curious and precocious. I would dissect our household appliances in an effort to understand how they worked. A note from the author: The plot for this one necessitated more character development than my stories.
Hope you enjoy the ride! He sighed despondently as he stared at the questionable amount of space available in the last open seat next to the kid sitting at the back of the Greyhound Bus as it pulled out and headed west on Interstate 20 from the Fort Worth Bus Depot into the brilliant late afternoon sun of an early June Sunday.
He was headed home from a weekend trip to Denton where he had visited his only child, Juliana, and his precious 4-year-old grandson, Taylor. His visit was a welfare check on the boy as much as it was a family visit.
Juliana was proving to be just as wild at 21 as she had been when she lit out at 16, and still very defiant and stubborn. He was worried for Taylor now that Juliana could legally walk into any liquor store or bar. She had, yet again, flatly refused to move back to Midland where he could help her raise Taylor.
In early June,Dwayne had just started his summer break leading into his Senior year at Colorado State. It was a Friday, late afternoon. He should have been prepping for a night on the town, but instead he sat sulking with the TV remote in his hand on his couch in his 2nd story 1-bedroom apartment. Not any man, mind you. The task seemed Herculean. He ran down his formidable checklist of required attributes.
He ran the odds and guessed each person he encountered would have at best a 1 inchance of qualifying fully. That would mean there were maybe 3 possibilities in the whole of Fort Collins. He had played with a couple of willing big boys on campus out of desperation, but they were just that, boys.
He needed a real man. Story Ideas or Submissions? Stories Moved to WordPress.
To All My Followers: Thank you all for the support. In case you missed the alert. Some explanation? You need to know them. Write them down. Strangers on a Bus Photos used as character illustrations only A note from the author: The plot for this one necessitated more character development than my stories.
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