The Photo Shop Ch. 15

Note: This is the continuation of The Coach and Me. As the plane descended into the Sonoran valley, I marveled at how a landscape given so little sustenance can be so beautiful. While the things that grow there might be oddly-shaped, sharp-edged, even strange, there is a strength in a desert's austerity that always resonated with me. I leaned over Jackson and peered at the khaki hills surrounding Phoenix. The setting sun bathed the Superstition mountains in crimson light. I pulled one of Jackson's Beats off his ear. "Barca Academy is somewhere out here, right?" "Yeah, out in Casa Grande, why?" "I was just thinking how nice it'd be to live out here. No snow, no mosquitos, sunny days all year. Maybe we should send you to one of their ID camps." "You're just trying to get me away from Dad," he snapped, and put his Beats back on. Stung, I sat back in my chair. While Jackson and I were in Phoenix for this tournament, my husband would

For some reason I don't understand part 2 has been deleted. I'm reposting it in order to make the series complete. I don't expect the same votes and comments it got before, since most who have liked it have already read it. joeehartley Retirement Community Part 2 Jack had just moved into a retirement community that turned out to be unlike what he had envisioned. He met a few of the tenants and got to know one of them really well. Carol had a special way of welcoming him to the community. The next morning Jack put on his gym shorts, a tee, and gym shoes. He headed out towards the gym before breakfast. Along the way he saw Ann leaving her apartment. "Good morning," he called out. She turned and smiled recognizing her neighbor. "Oh hi," she answered opening her arms in way of greeting. Jack stepped into her embrace and lowered his hands to embrace her butt instead of her back. "I thought, I'd check out the gym before breakfast." He said. &qu

I was dating a girl named Teresa, and so far it had been unusual. In our area, it really wasn't uncommon for a girl to fuck on the first date. I guess that tells you something about our small town, but so far it had been working well for me. My 18th birthday had came and went, and an old friend named Sue had taken advantage of that. The night of my birthday, right after the party with my family, we headed out to a movie. I caught Sue on a good night, or at least that's what she said. She went wild that night, teaching me everything on an old dirt road in my old beater of a car. After that evening, I walked with a bit of a swagger. She'd given me my first blowjob, and on top of that she fucked me that night. I ran through several others that year. There was Kim and Pam and Karen just to name a few. Finally I ran across Teresa. Teresa was short with long dark hair, and she was the bustiest of all of the girls I'd gotten together with. I actually stopped by Teresa's

From the frying pan into the fire Rose groaned awake the next morning, Sally's loud voice barking to her through the room's surround sound system. Her night had been relatively restless, the confrontation of what her life had been reduced to along with the prospect of being lend out to that horrible woman Bernice, the one she now had to call Ms. Oakley. Getting out of bed Rose went through the same routine as she had yesterday morning. Shower, throw on a bathrobe, prepare breakfast, head back up, do her hair and makeup, pick out stockings matching the brownish tan ribbons she had used in her hair and finally heading over to Sally's room. Waiting for the clock to tick over to 7:30 Rose rushed into Sally's room, locked the collar around her neck and dove straight under the sheets. Sally's scent trapped underneath was all overpowering, the air warm and heavy. Nevertheless Rose Wiggled between her stepdaughters sweaty thighs in the dark. It mad her skin crawl, but she